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The sun was only just barely up over the horizon. As it cast its rays across the world, a sizable, empty field of grass lay waiting to be used. A large semi sat motionless not far off the pavement of the road along with unattached several containers that had arrived by a separate means. Standing out in front of the tractor trailer was a similarly large alligator. He was alabaster white, save for the intricate black markings that had been artfully tattooed across his hide. He stood patiently, running one of his thick, broad palms over his ample stomach. It was quite large and firm. So large in fact that it was pointless to try and cover it.

Instead of wearing a shirt, the alligator wore an open vest made of leather. The pockets were already occupied by a number of tools commonly found in the belt of a construction worker. Dangling down from his neck was a long, simple, blue tie. He didn't like wearing it, but it was only polite when meeting with the client. He adjusted his glasses, then removed his hard hat, ran his other palm over the top of his head, then put the hard hat back on. It was already five past six. The natives were getting restless. The smooth, firm dome of his gut shifted softly, bringing his palm back to caress over it.

"Settle down, boys and girls. Can't get started until the boss man says to do it," Segremores said, then scoffed, "If he ever gets here. Corporate overlord types. They think a set time means fifteen minutes after."

A firm bulge pushed out from very near the gator's navel, making him shiver. He brought a palm over the odd lump pushing out of his huge, round tummy. He wasn't the only one itching to get underway. He had been prepared to get the first team set up and ready to work on the assumption the final paperwork would all be taken care of in a timely fashion. For several minutes, the white gator stood next to his truck, wondering if perhaps this had been a waste of time.

Then, he spotted a black SUV driving towards the site. It was moving rather quickly. Perhaps the client knew he was late. Seg decided he wouldn't get too cranky about the matter. At least it wasn't like the last job. The client then often kept him waiting at least half an hour before showing up. This one was a little more punctual it appeared. The black vehicle slowed, then turned on to the makeshift gravel driveway, taking up a parked position only a few meters away from the monolithic alligator. The doors opened and the passengers began to pour out. One in particular was thankfully present, and he moved to the front of the pack.

"My apologies for being a little tardy," the dog said, dressed in a white button down shirt with a red tie, "Getting the whole team together this early can be a bit like herding cats."

A wave of laughter slowly passed through the group. They were all canines, so the joke wasn't at all lost on them. Segremores shrugged, giving his stomach an idle pat.

"Just glad you got here before it got too much later in the day. Would hate to lose a lotta light." the alligator said.

"Of course. Time is money after all. I've got the final documentation here. It just requires a signature and then I can hand the site over to you so you can get to work," the leader of the 'pack' said before pausing and glancing around a bit, "It's... not just you... is it? I was under the impression you had a whole team working for you."

"Oh they're here," Segremores said with a broad grin, patting his tummy again in an idle fashion, "They're itching to get started too. Just waiting to hear back from my partner on one thing before we get this all signed and squared away so we can get started."

"All the equipment and supplies are accounted for. Nothing's missing," came a new voice from a lady walking out from around the other side of the semi, "We've got everything we need for phase one."

Segremores turned to look at the lady, a springbok who stood taller than him by roughly half a meter. And that was if her ears or horns weren't included in the measure. She was dressed similarly, wearing nothing but a leather vest, weighted down with tools. She had a hard hat on as well, one specially designed to accommodate her horns and ears, both of which protruded from the protective headgear. The fact that she wore nothing but an open vest shocked the pack of dogs and left them staring. The lady was exceptionally well endowed. Her breasts were larger than any of the heads she was turning. And the piercings that hung from her nipples helped keep their eyes focused there.

Of course, it was a very short drop to go from there to the vast, expansive stomach she possessed. It was just as large, round, and firm as the alligator's, but it showed none of the activity Segremores' did. The gawks did not faze her in the slightest. She was used to it by now. It wasn't as though she could actually close her vest to conceal herself. And there was also the fact that when asked if she could, she would return with the question of why she would ever want to. Neither springbok nor alligator happened to wear anything else. Their groins were completely exposed, though with stomachs as large as theirs, it was difficult to see anything.

"Glad to hear it. That's the last thing we needed to know before signing off and getting started." Seg replied.

The springbok finally came to a stop once she reached the alligator's side, gazing over the small crowd of dogs entranced by her chest. She sighed a little and crossed her arms on top of her motherly stomach.

"Boys... I know it's a hell of a 'jobsite', but how about we actually get to work?" she asked.

"My wife, Swala," Segremores said, "If we could just sign the paperwork, I'd really appreciate it. Everyone's raring to go."

The alligator's stomach had begun to squirm a good deal more, becoming visible to the average viewer. A few subtle sounds could be heard coming from the white dome with its round, toothy-mouth-like emblem stretched by what lay under his hide.

The dog who had made it clear through his posture as the leader shook his head, trying to get himself focused again. He lifted a briefcase and gave it a pat. The gator turned and extended an arm, guiding the group to a crude drafting table set up next to the trailer the semi had been towing. The papers held within the briefcase were extracted and spread out on the table, each one getting signed as their turn came and went. After only a few moments, the deed was done, the appropriate copies handed to the alligator, and all seemed to be as it should.

"There... I think that's everything," the leader of the pack said, trying hard not to steal the occasional glance at the big gator's wife, "Though, I'm curious. You said your team is already here. If you don't mind my asking... where are they?"

"Usually, we wait for the client to vacate the premises before we really get started," Seg said, slowly turning to look at Swala, "But, if you really are that curious, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to see how our little family works."

"I'll get the trailer opened up and ready. I've already hooked up the plumbing so everything should be ready to go as soon as it's unfolded." Swala said.

The springbok turned and walked towards the end of the trailer. She moved with an effortless grace that suggested she was not burdened enough by her belly to slow down. Her gait was affected by it, but not to the point where she felt encumbered. Seg meanwhile was having a little more difficulty with his own burden. Both palms were now cupped against his generous stomach. He took a breath as he walked a few paces away from the long, featureless, rectangular trailer.

"Might wanna give it a little room. It's about to get a bit bigger." he said.

Swala reached the end and began operating some sort of mechanical control at the back of the big box. With a loud 'clunk' sound, the whole trailer shivered, then began to move. One whole side began to swing upward on a hinge, revealing a complex, well-compacted interior. It was clear that this was based on the space-saving concepts of camper trailers that had begun to show up with panels that expanded outward. Once the side panel was completely level with the roof, a number of other mechanisms began to unfold from within, doubling the available floor space of the trailer's interior. As it did this, specific partitions could be seen taking shape, forming distinct rooms.

"Is this your version of a foreman's office?" the pack leader asked.

"Something like that," Seg said, "Office, bedroom, bathroom, even a worker's mess. It cost a pretty penny getting this custom made, but it's been worth it."

Once a number of supports were extended, embedding themselves in the ground, the unfolding continued. What had originally been open for all to see quickly became much more private, shielded from the elements. A staircase extended from very near the front end of the trailer, then a loud buzz sounded, dying down quickly. Lights flickered on showing that the noise had been an electric generator whirring to life. The gator climbed the stairs, each step far larger than the standard size to accommodate his sizable paw-print. He pushed a sliding door open, wide enough for him pass through without rubbing the sides of his gut, then stepped inside. He waved a hand to beckon whoever wished to witness to join him.

"It's an impressive setup you've got here, Mr. Moon." the pack leader said.

"We like to make sure our crew is well taken care of," Swala said as she approached from behind, stepping past the pack of dogs, "A place to get clean, to eat and socialize, and a place to sleep."

"Yes, about that... I... I must be mistaken because I only see one bedroom, and I would assume it's for the two of you." the dog said.

"It looks like that on the face of it, doesn't it?" Seg asked, "But really, it's for all of us, the whole 'Lunar Construction' family."

He had been rather proud of that little play on words. Swala had rolled her eyes when he first suggested it, but she didn't object. He had been just too pleased with himself about it for her to be mean and crush his dreams.

"The whole... family, you say." the lead dog said.

"That's right, the whole family." Seg echoed, then eased himself into a seated position atop and against the sizable cushion that was no doubt meant to be the 'bed'.

A few odd whispers began to spread through the small pack of dogs. They weren't sure what they were witnessing, but it certainly didn't look like a team of workers starting their task of building up a construction site. It looked more like the big gator was just getting ready for a nap. Then Seg hiked up his knees and reclined further. He let out a sigh once he was in position and closed his eyes, breathing slow and deep. For a moment, he did nothing, then his great, squirming abdomen clenched and he bared his teeth.

Swala moved to settle between her husband's legs, looking as if she were waiting for something. And something did actually come. It was difficult for the dogs to see, but a head began to emerge from between the alligator's thighs. He grunted and groaned as he pushed, huffing softly between each attempt to contract and push. The head that had slipped out of him belonged to a wolf, a typical grey. He batted his eyes and squinted as if having just walked out of a dark room into the bright sunlight. That was not far from what was actually happening. The alligator was birthing him.

"Mr. Moon! What... what are you doing!?" the lead dog asked, sounding fairly frantic.

"I'm... waking the morning shift... for duty." Seg replied between grunts.

The lupine continued to slip free, and with Swala's help, he was pulled completely from the gator's grasp. Once his paws were free, Segremores let his head fall back against the cushion behind him. He sighed and relaxed, running his palms over his now slightly smaller gut. It was clear now to the pack what he had meant when he said the team was 'here' when he gave his belly a pat, and that they were anxious to get started. They were squirming around in his belly, no doubt wanting to be released so they could start the job.

The well-swollen springbok helped lift the wolf onto his paws and checked him over briefly, making sure he was steady enough to stand on his own.

"You alright? Don't need anything?" Swala asked the lupine.

"Just a shower and a cup of coffee. Maybe some breakfast," the wolf said, turning to look at the dog gawking slack-jawed at him, "Oh, we've got an audience today. That's new."

"Yeah, they were curious about where you guys were. So daddy decided to let them in on the family secret." Swala replied.

That seemed to shake the stunned canines out of their stupor, or at least the pack leader.

"Oh! Oh! If this is some sort of trade secret, then you should have said so! We shouldn't be here witnessing this! This is part of your process and we shouldn't interrupt! We'll leave you to your work!" the dog said, turning to push his colleagues out of the trailer.

A couple were a little stubborn, seeming to want to stay a bit longer and watch the process continue. Seg smirked softly, figuring there was always one or two in a crowd who found themselves interested in this little practice of his and Swala's. The pack loaded back up into the SUV and the dark vehicle turned and drove off, no doubt heading back to civilization. The springbok smirked seeing them take off in a hurry as she helped the first of their crew to the shower.

Seg was already working on the next one. He grunted and pushed, feeling his nethers part as another head wormed its way out of him, pushing his pendulous scrotum up out of the way. Already his shaft was firm and ready for use, but any relief would have to wait. He had to get the team out and ready to work. The second worker to emerge was a skunk, one of broad build and covered in what would normally be thick, luxurious fur. It was currently matted down by a heavy coating of the gator's moisture. When he was loose, another followed, making Seg moan out loud this time. He was trying his best to keep himself composed, but it was hard to when it was one of his two favorite parts of the job.

A fox came next, just as sticky and wobbly on his paws at first. Then there came a horse, a little on the chubby side but certainly strong enough to hold his own on the job. The fifth crew member to be birthed was a cow. She wasn't as tall as Swala, but she had proportions that were similar. It meant they both drew more than a few stares, something they could commiserate about. Swala helped them all to the shower, and one by one, they stepped out, dried off, and began getting dressed. From there, they moved to the crew mess. The wolf had started the industrial-sized coffee maker, knowing he wouldn't be alone in the need for caffeine.

Seg lounged in place, working to catch his breath for a moment. It was no small feat giving birth to five full grown construction workers. Thankfully, his height and bulk had made it a bit easier than one would expect of the foreman. Of course, the fact that Seg appeared male but had a womb in which to keep his crew was certainly some cause for discussion among what clients had managed to find out.

"You alright? Ready to bring on the next five?" Swala asked.

"I just... need a moment." Seg said, running his palms over his now smaller stomach.

It was still rather large, but nowhere near as big as it had been with all five of those who had just been released curled up inside it. Already he missed their presence. The springbok nodded and moved to settle between her husband's legs again, leaning in close to run her tongue across the alligator's throbbing shaft. It looked painfully hard, and she knew he was going to need tending at some point. It might as well be now, she thought.

Seg melted under her attention immediately, smiling and hissing as he let his eyes slip closed. There was no reason to rush when he was getting some attention from his gorgeous, gravid wife. He'd have to remember to offer her a similar bit of tender care when their roles were reversed. She would certainly appreciate that. It helped ease some of the strain out of what they did.

Deep inside the alligator, hidden away in a curious realm that often could only be described as a 'pocket universe', a group of ten sat around together in a small pub. They chatted about with one another, some drinking mugs of frothy libations, others engaged in a game of darts or pool. Outside the window was a small collection of buildings sharing the same rustic aesthetic, and beyond that was a dense, tall forest. Given the nature of the little town, theirs were the only collection artificial structures around for as far as the horizon might extend. And even though that extended quite a ways, it was still a relatively small world. The cloudy sky dropped a light rain down on the area, leaving the ground and trees glistening. The soggy, drizzly world left the group to want to remain in the pub.

"Looks like it might be a chilly night tonight. Good night to light a fire and curl up under a blanket." said a buck peering out the window at the dreary weather.

"Yup," said a tall, slim, red drake sitting next to him, "But don't too carried away making plans just yet. Dad's got the jobsite ready for us. We'll be heading out in a bit. He says it's gonna be pretty warm. You'll work up a good sweat, then want to sit in front of the fireplace? You might wanna go run through the woods a bit to get a feel for the chill first."

"Maybe," the buck said, taking a strong draught from his mug, then put it down before standing up, "Guess I'll volunteer to be in the next group. See you out there, hon."

"See you out there." the drake said, leaning up as the buck leaned down towards him.

The two shared a quick kiss, then separated. The buck took another sigh and slipped his paws into his pockets. His clothing was only an affectation. The buildings and trees were as well. Segremores had created all of it for his crew to enjoy while they were between jobs, or between shifts. As the cervine relaxed himself, he closed his eyes. The illusory world dissolved from his sensory perception, and soon, the familiar, warm hug of the gator's womb surrounded him.

Segremores moaned and rocked his hips into Swala's lips, pushing close to going down her throat as his belly slowly expanded, gaining the lost girth it had been displaying only minutes earlier. The springbok worked hard, bobbing her head and running her tongue across the slick, drooling, throbbing mast. As soon as she heard her husband moan at the loudest he had since she started, she knew he was back to 'full capacity'. She pushed her jaws down over him completely, working the gator's rod into her gullet.

A bellow filled the trailer as Seg's shaft bucked and spasmed. A hearty blast of thick seed gushed forth, pouring down his wife's throat. She swallowed quickly and readily, slurping noisily at him as he came. And he continued for a fair while, right up until he felt the muzzle of a certain cervine slipping out of his petals. Those folds quivered around him, threatening to drag him back in where the alligator thought he belonged. But that was counterproductive and Seg maintained enough composure to prevent the backsliding.

Swala pulled off the alligator's length, licked her lips, then resumed helping the next group from her lover's cunny. The buck was glad for the help. Thankfully, he had been lacking any pointy adornments that might have caused dad some discomfort. He missed his antlers. They were always present while he was in Segremore's 'predscape', but he had to wait for them to grow back when he was back in the outside world. Then, he had to shed them again before diving back in. The fact that he could produce and shed them so quickly was a nice little tweak his prolonged time inside the alabaster modern dinosaur had granted him.

Little by little, the springbok helped tug the deer out, then sent him on his way to the shower just like the other kids. One by one, the gator was emptied of his children, and his frustration that built up during the process was happily addressed by his loving wife. When at last he had no more crew stowed away, either in his womb, or deeper in his little haven where their souls could gather to enjoy good company and relaxation, Seg fell limp and sighed.

"Alright, that's the day shift let out. I'll go ahead and make sure they're getting fed. You get cleaned up. They're waiting for the day's rundown." Swala said.

"Sounds good. Thanks honey." Seg huffed as he tried to stand himself up.

He hated missing the weight of his kids being inside him. Even when they were enjoying the forest and the little 'village' he had set up for them, he could still sense their presence, which felt like a sort of bulk on him. His tattoos had grown simpler as well. Without all fifteen of the day crew hiding inside him, he lacked the markings that signified their presence within him. They would be back soon enough. Once the shift was over, they had eaten and showered, they would all come crawling back inside him.

He looked forward to the end of today's shift.

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"What's the water situation looking like?" Swala asked.

A tall, svelte rabbit looked up from the cutting board where he was dicing vegetables with his usual, measured skill.

"We'll need dad to refill the tank today. I just checked it. It's at less than ten percent. The recycler's gonna need to be cleaned out too. It's only recapturing about thirty percent." he said.

"Alright. He can go get it refilled at the same time when he goes to fill the generator's fuel tank back up. When you're done chopping everything, put together a shopping list for him and Hazel. They can just make a big, long outing of it all." the springbok said.

She was tossing about a mixture of the vegetation being chopped in a very large pan, then dumping the contents into a large mixing bowl to be held for its next use. In another large pan, she was working on the protein that had been selected for this particular meal. It all smelled quite good, even if it was somewhat on the simplistic side. They had gotten a bit of a late start on things due to needing to contend with the laundry breaking down. They needed everyone's clothes to be clean and dry before the shift change over. It was no small feat trying to keep what was effectively a family of more than thirty fed, clean, healthy, clothed, and sheltered; all while that family was busy constructing a freight distribution center.

"I'll get on it as soon as I'm done here. And I'll make sure Hazel has the requisition list for the next week. She'll be able to go over it with dad and put in an order while they're out and about," the rabbit said, scooping everything he was chopping into a bowl which was then carried over to the lady to begin tossing in her stir fry, "That's everything. Let me know if you think of anything else to add to their to-do list."

"As far as I know, that's all that needs to be handed over. Let everyone know to try to go easy on the water since we're so low. I'd rather they all be able to get at least mostly clean than some of them not at all." Swala said.

"Can do. I see them starting to come in now." the rabbit replied.

The clock was approaching one in the afternoon. That meant team handoff was about to happen, but not until everyone was cleaned and fed. The late lunch Swala had planned was nearly ready. The aroma drifted about to lure the crew in. Seg was the first to approach, tired and just a bit sore from the day's work. He kept well clear of the relatively small, yet well equipped kitchen that had been set up on that first day. The initial unfolding had not expanded out all of the amenities. Swala had seen to that while she was in charge of trailer logistics. That was part of the job; get the trailer completely set up to handle all of the team's needs. And right now, she was addressing the most pressing one, nourishment.

"Usually you two are already finished and ready to serve. Something hold you up?" Seg asked, genuinely curious rather than insinuating any sort of criticism.

He knew better than to antagonize his wife, especially right before the family all had lunch and she was about to go on shift. She glanced up at the alligator, seeing he was respecting the boundary of the kitchen while she was in a slightly more harried state than usual.

"Laundry machine broke down. It wasn't serious, just a torn belt. But it's a bastard to get at. Took us an hour to take it apart, replace the drive belt, then put it all back together. It's all working now, but that's the third time it's crapped out on us on this job. I think we ought to look into replacing it once we're done with this client." Swala said.

"Yeah, sounds like it. You put it on the list?" Seg asked.

"For issues to handle after the job's done, yeah. We're running low on water too. You'll need to go get the tank refilled. Marcus is putting it on the to-do list for you. We were at a tenth before everyone started coming in. I'm going to just leave the dishes to soak in as little as I can manage. Don't worry about washing them until you get back from filling up the tank." the springbok said.

"Sounds good. Hopefully we'll have enough for everyone to get clean. We're a little behind on the wiring install, but not by much. It was hotter today than we expected and I didn't wanna push anyone too hard. That and the HVAC will need to be the main focus for the next couple of days. Your team's always been good at catching us up on electrical work and AC unit installs." the gator said.

"We'll get us back on schedule. Then your team can fly with the rolling doors and windows." Swala said, putting the finishing touches on the last couple of dishes that were going to be on the line for everyone.

In spite of having gotten in the weeds thanks to the washing machine throwing them off, she and Marcus had managed to get close enough to their usual level of performance that the 'kids' wouldn't have to wait for lunch. Already half had managed to scrub at least moderately well enough and were drying off. They didn't bother to dress back up. There wasn't any point given where they were going after they ate. The springbok sighed in relief as soon as she felt everything was in place and leaned back against the counter. It was sheer good fortune of timing that she managed to finish just then. It was time for the evening team to wake up.

A warm, dry breeze blew through the tall, golden grass of the savanna. The early afternoon sun was sufficiently strong enough to create the customary heat distortions in the distance. A small air field sat quiet and mostly motionless; save for the activity inside one of the buildings. The hangers were closed, all of the light aircraft that were registered at that particular field all stowed away for the time being. Inside the lounge, the crew was gathered, chatting and socializing. Some were doing a little more than just that, but they were aware enough to not let themselves get too carried away. The attitude was positive as everyone waited patiently for the changeover to start, which wouldn't be long.

"You think they'll be behind on the wiring again?" asked a lioness.

"Probably, but only because it's been unusually warm, even for the end of summer." answered a dark russet bear.

"Then it'll be up to us to take up the slack," said the feline, feeling very at home in the insistent heat, "Shouldn't be too tough. They usually do a good enough job that they don't end up too far behind. And they always pick up the slack when we lag behind on the plumbing."

"Yup. Strengths to weaknesses, balance things out," the ursine fellow said, "Should be any minute now."

"That's what I was waiting on too. Wonder what they prepped to eat." the lioness said.

"Guess we'll find out in a bit," the bear said, then stood up as he felt a tingle slowly creep up his spine, "Looks like I'm up. See you on the other side."

"See ya. Save me a couple of rolls if they have any today." the sandy-colored cat said.

The bear nodded as he closed his eyes, breathed out slowly, then seemed to dissolve away into nothingness. He and four others disappeared from sight as the rest of the crew began putting away their various distractions and straightened up the limited untidiness of the lounge. After all, they didn't want to come back to a mess just to have to clean it up.

Swala sighed as her stomach--already round and smooth as well as pushing out a fair distance--began to swell larger. The shape of a paw broke up the near spherical dome, then several other odd shapes became visible under her short fur, moving about in a mesmerizing fashion. The first five were waking up, taking solid form. The springbok moaned quietly and ran a paw over her rapidly expanding tummy. She was done cooking. Even if there was more to do, she was done. Marcus would have to handle the rest on his own.

Seg took his wife's arm to help support her and began walking her to the bedroom. There, she was laid down and helped into a more relaxed posture. Just as she had helped the alligator on that first day, so too did he offer her the same assistance, and she didn't have any obstructing features getting in the way. Of course, those were never viewed as a negative, but they could be a complication some of the time.

Moisture glistened on the lady's folds. She lounged against the cushion behind her as she clutched at her tummy, weighted down by it once it reached its full size. Part of her wished she could just leave five of her kids just like that while she waddled around the trailer. It felt far too nice to be so full. Unfortunately, the added bulk made getting around more difficult. Today had been one of those days where mobility had been necessary. Her chest began to show signs of how much pressure was filling her out with those wriggling under her skin. Her pert, pink nipples began to dribble generously just as the first muzzle began to emerge.

It was the bear that had vanished from the lady's own illusory realm first. He grunted and squirmed, giving the springbok reason to stretch and cry out. Her grip was intense, even as the bear working to escape reached halfway up his chest. She arched her back and shook happily while her husband took hold of the ursine fellow's paws and tried to help pull. She was being especially greedy today. The gator could already feel the bear starting to slip back in.

"Honey, a little help please? I don't wanna get sucked in too." Seg said, hoping the joke would be more amusing than tempting.

Swala laughed, which in turn relaxed her form. That permitted the bear to slide out of her further. His stomach passed, then his hips followed. After that, Seg was able to finish pulling him free. It wasn't difficult in the slightest. He just had to get the lady laughing. The bear rolled onto his back and slowly climbed to his paws, just as unsteady as those Seg had birthed on that first morning.

"Hey dad. Thanks for the cozy bed, mom." he said, sounding a little groggy.

"No... trouble... sweetie." Swala said, quickly catching her breath before the next one began emerging.

"Try to go light on the water. I'll be refilling the tank this afternoon." Seg said.

"Can do. Lunch smells good." the bear said.

The alligator and springbok returned their attention to those occupying her womb. The second to emerge was a raccoon, not quite as big as the bear that had come before her, but she was just as eager to get to work. Her smaller stature made it a little difficult for Swala's inherently greedy cunny to grab hold of her before Seg could help tug her free. She was sent to follow the bear just as the third, then fourth, and eventually fifth occupant slipped free. Swala's belly was back to the shape and size it was while she was dancing around the kitchen, only just a bit smaller. She took a moment to catch her breath, leaning forward to offer her husband a kiss.

"That's one batch down. Two more to go." Seg said.

"Yeah... they'll be along in a second." the lady said.

Just as it had happened with the alligator, her stomach swelled back out, showing five more occupants, all of which were released one by one, leaving her tummy round and firm again, but even smaller. When at last she bloated back out and the last group was birthed, the springbok took a moment to just lounge where she lay, her eyes closed, one palm on her now trim stomach, the other cupping lightly against her oozing petals. She had felt at least three orgasms wash over her during the entire proceeding, but they were relatively gentle. Seg was going to need to properly set her off later. Usually, he was happy to do exactly that as soon as she was empty and let her ride that wave.

The damned washing machine going out had thrown her whole schedule off, and so she more frustrated than she would have liked. And not in a way that Seg's oral appreciation between her legs could fix. Though she wouldn't have said no. It just wouldn't have been as easily relished. The gator helped his wife onto her hooves once she was ready, embracing her as soon as she was up. His palms groped slowly across her form, giving her a fond little squeeze here and there. It made her giggle and she offered him the same appreciation.

"You owe me tonight." Swala said.

"Deal," Seg replied, "Now, time to go rally the troops, give them their marching orders, get them fed, and all that."

"You're just ready to have your belly bloated out all over again," the lady said with a smirk, then shivered as she tried to walk, missing the weight, "God, I want them back in me already."

"I know the feeling. C'mon honey." Seg said.

The two made their way to the crew mess where the whole team had assembled. It was one big family meal, a time where they could all actually gather together, see everyone face to face, socialize, maybe share a brief moment of closeness if two people straddled the teams. Seg and Swala took their own seats at the front of the room and began going over the state of the jobsite. The exchange of information was customary during handoff. It ensured everyone was on the same page and any quirks or problems would be addressed or properly avoided for safety.

When the meeting was over, everyone was allowed to eat and chat. A few paired off to try and sneak off for a quick bit of fun. Normally, such a thing was ever so softly frowned upon. It wasn't that they couldn't fraternize, but more a concern that if they got carried away, it might need to be interrupted by either foreman or forewoman. It was always embarrassing when mom or dad had to step in and get the 'horny teenagers' to stop what they were doing and get to work. Thankfully, no such intervening measures were needed today. As the evening shift got underway, Swala turned to face her husband, the two of them still seated in the mess.

"Will you need any help from me? Or should I let Hazel take care of that?" the lady asked.

"You know I would never say no to you helping me." Seg said with a smile.

"Then why don't we go ahead and get the kids put to bed? I'm sure you're eager to have them back." Swala said with a smile.

The gator and springbok both stood from their table and headed towards the bedroom. As they left, the half of the team that remained followed, filing in wherever there was room. Seg moved to sit down on the enormous cushion they used in lieu of a bed and leaned back. He spread his legs and got into a comfortable posture as he readied himself. Ordinarily, he might stand up and just push down on them one by one, but he had done an especially great deal of walking today. He was interested in reclining.

The first one to step forward, because he had 'won the honor' in a quick few games of rock-paper-scissors, was the buck who had quickly re-grown his antlers. With only minor difficulty, the sizable, pointy adornments popped off and he handed them to Swala. He sighed a little, already regretting having to give them up. But he'd get them back soon enough. From there, he dropped down onto his knees and pressed in towards the alligator's crotch. The white fellow's pink, fleshy sac rest in front of the crevice the deer sought. A pair of large palms scooped the two sizable orbs out of the way to let the cervine have access.

The now antler-less fellow chuckled and tipped his nose up to give that weighty sac a tender kiss before dipping lower again, aiming for the heated petals before him. They were swollen and damp, beginning to part before he even made contact. As soon as he did, the buck's paw was consumed by the glorious, wonderful heat. He had not been fond of the warm weather at the job site, but this was different. This was inviting rather than oppressive, promising to grant him comfort and relaxation until the start of his next shift. He pushed forward, sliding both his arms in.

The gator rumbled low in his throat as he accepted the first of his children back inside him. The passage beyond his puffy folds gripped the buck and pulled. A steady undulation saw the cervine pulled in at a constant rate. Seg would take care of the whole matter. The deer didn't need to do anything at all. So he didn't. He simply let his father claim him again. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose in, that comforting heat engulfing his head entirely in very little time. The alligator let his jaws part as he consumed his son, feeling the firm muscle of his slender form stretch his passage. Moisture matted the short, tawny fur, leaving the buck to glisten.

Swala watched, leaning in to caress her husband's stomach as he made such short work of his first. She chuckled quietly as she pressed in against his side, feeling that perhaps Seg had spoken somewhat inaccurately when he answered earlier.

"I'd say you don't really need me. You're able to handle this just fine on your own it looks like. Unless you want me for something while they're climbing in." she said, raising an eyebrow as she smirked.

"I certainly wouldn't mind you tending to this, if you've got the free time." Seg replied, gripping his already stiff, aching shaft.

"I may not be able to help the whole way through, but I can certainly get you started." Swala said.

The two shared a brief kiss as the buck was swallowed up past his hips by the gator's hungry petals. The ghostly fellow's slowly throbbing mast was soon concealed away somewhere warm, wet, and dark. The springbok had lowered her head and seal her lips around it, right down to the base. She remained there, moving slowly as she lifted her head, then pushed back down. Any salty, sticky dribblings that came from the act of bringing his team back into himself were quickly slurped up by the attentive lady.

In but a matter of minutes, the deer's hooves were slurped up with a noisy, watery 'gulp'. The gator's belly had swelled out considerably in the process and it squirmed as the buck turned about in his womb. The heavy-built foreman sighed and shifted his hips about, acclimating to the returned presence under his hide. Another from the group stepped in to follow, and follow they did. Swala took over for her husband in hoisting his weighty scrotum up out of the way, letting the next one slide in out of sight. They were consumed in just as little time as the buck, bulging Seg's middle even larger. He loved this part of the job.

When the third one stepped forward, ready to join the first two, the process that was expected to take place was already underway. The two hiding within the alligator's white, tattooed stomach were vanishing, becoming one with the fatherly creature and sent to the village in the forest. As the third vanished between the gator's legs, he groaned happily and massaged his belly. It wasn't shrinking, but it wasn't growing quite as much it looked like it should have. When the fourth climbed in after, it saw the same modest increase. Seg didn't seem to mind. So long as his kids were back home and he was bigger and heavier than without them, he was happy.

By the time the fifth in line was halfway in, the alabaster fellow arched his back softly and grit his teeth. Swala, who had remained on his length and suckling away quietly the whole time, pushed her muzzle down as soon as she sensed the coming burst. She swallowed rapidly, not letting the gator overwhelm her. His copious nature did tend to let that happen from time to time if she wasn't prepared. She was for this event, and she slurped louder, pushing his shaft to the back of her throat. Seg wriggled softly where he lay, feeling the legs of his fifth passenger slide up into him. The bulge of his stomach pressed against the lady's cheek as he emptied himself into her, making her stomach swell at the same time.

Another lewd slurp saw a pair of paws devoured by the alligator's folds and he settled. The sensation of another one of his children slipping up through his canal to settle into his womb sent a delightful tingle up his spine as his member finally ceased its bucking. Swala gradually pulled her muzzle from her husband's groin, leaving a string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his rod. She ran her tongue from side to side to draw away the last few lingering hints of the viscous blast she had managed to contain, then moved back to her husband's side. They shared a kiss, permitting the gator to taste his release on her breath.

"You get to be round and full during your shift. Not fair." Seg complained jokingly.

She would slim back down in a few hours, but until then, she had a nice, plump tummy to enjoy. Swala chuckled and pressed the seed-laden middle against his side. She knew how jealous he was, that even though he joked, he wished he didn't have to lose the weight or size to have his team work.

"Maybe we need to hire on another team or two. That way they can take turns. One shift on for one day, then you let the other team out the next day. I wouldn't mind that myself." the springbok said.

"Tempting," Seg replied, "But we'd need a bigger crew mess, a bigger bedroom, a couple more showers, and a bigger truck to fit us."

"True, but it would let us take on bigger projects. Just think of it," Swala said, running her paws across the gator's belly as the next one in line started their inward dive, "You and me, constructing entire apartment buildings, whole neighborhoods, shopping centers. We'd have an enormous family."

"Mmm, evil woman trying to get me to expand the business," the gator grinned, "And my waistline."

"I thought that was what you wanted." the springbok said innocently.

"Let's finish this job and see where we stand before we start trying to get too serious about anything." the slowly swelling alligator said.

One by one, the team of fifteen returned to the squeezing, gently churning womb they had emerged from that morning. Segremores had enjoyed a couple more explosions like what he had filled his wife's belly with, but she had not been able to help with the last one. Instead, Hazel offered to mop his belly and groin once he was finished. The gator sat up, grunting as he was forced to contend with the added weight of his litter. All fifteen of his kids were back inside, safe and sound, getting settled in back in his 'predscape'. The lioness toweled his belly clean of the milky paint job he had given himself, even delving lower to help dry off his thighs and groin.

"I've got the to-do list from Marcus. Do you need a few minutes to catch your breath or are you ready to tackle it right now?" the feline asked.

"Give me just a moment," Seg answered, still a little out of breath, "Will we be spending most of the afternoon here at the site or will we be doing most of our work off site?"

The gator wanted to know, mainly to determine just how much clothing he would need to put on. He hated that he had to in order to deal with the outside world, but polite society demanded such. He ran his palms over his bulbous middle, adoring the fact that it was once again as large and heavy as it should be by his estimation. The tattoos that covered his abdomen had reconfigured themselves, showing a number of additions, relatively small but each change signified who had slipped in between his legs and been sent to the forest he had created for his children. A cursory inspection showed all the usual marks were accounted for.

"We'll probably need to spend the rest of the daylight we've got out and about. I know it's not ideal, but if you like, you can sit in the truck while I do most of the shopping and interacting. That way you can leave your pants off." Hazel said.

"No, I'll get dressed. I won't make you do everything." the gator said, grunting as he pushed himself up into a standing posture.

He had to lean back a bit to offset the added weight. And he adored that fact. He sighed happily as the great mass of his hefty gut settled on his hips and tugged on his spine. There was a significant degree of satisfaction that came with returning the team to his interior.

"I can get you something to put on if you need to rinse off real quick." the lioness said.

"That would be wonderful, thank you honey," Seg said, leaning over to give the feline a kiss on the forehead, just before he began waddling towards the shower, "C'mon kids, daddy's gotta take care of the house."

Hazel blushed ever so slightly, leaning in to give the gator a firm squeeze about the waist as he kissed her. She couldn't reach all the way around him, not even coming close to doing so, but she knew he loved it when someone tried. And she rather enjoyed making sure daddy was happy. The alligator rinsed himself off while trying not to use the absolute last of the water, dried off, then stuffed himself into a pair of pants so he could be presentable.

He and Hazel quickly went over the to-do list. They needed to get the water tank refilled, top off the fuel reserves for the generator, pick up the groceries that would be needed to keep everyone fed for the next week, and handle a few other odds and ends. It wouldn't be difficult, but it would require them to drive all over the small town they were just on the outskirts of. The two piled into the cab after hitching up the water tank and loading up the two plastic drums used for storing the fuel for their generator. Thankfully, it was a supplement, not their main source of electricity. The batteries would hold out until they got back. The trailer wouldn't draw much power while they were gone.

The truck rumbled its way across the gravel driveway to the paved road, where the ride happily smoothed out. Seg was squeezed in behind the wheel while Hazel sat where Swala usually did. She was tapping away on her tablet, going over the list of items she and Seg would be responsible for while off shift. She read off the requisitions Marcus had put together, anticipating what would be needed for the job in the coming weeks. The gator asked questions about what certain things were for or how much was needed. They went back and forth setting up what was needed versus what was being asked for, and eventually put in the orders. The trip into town had been long enough they were able to get through it easily.

It was a complex organism, running a construction company. And even more so when it was set up the way Segremores and Swala had set theirs up. But it came with the benefit of being able to work faster, more efficiently, and all while ensuring their employees, their teams, their -family-, were being treated fairly. After all, if the kids weren't happy, then there was no point in doing things the way they were doing them.

The rest of the day flowed just as everyone had expected it to. Swala and her team worked diligently on the building they had been pushing to finish before autumn forced them to slow their pace. The rains always delayed things. It often meant Seg and Swala stayed hidden away in the trailer, both of them heavy with their kids as they waited for the weather to dry up. Fortunately, there was an advantage already in place. They were nearly done with the exterior, which meant the interior would allow them to not suffer lost productivity due to Mother Nature.

Seg and Hazel completed all the shopping and returned, getting to work on maintenance of the trailer. Another to-do list was started for Swala and Marcus in the morning. When the end of the evening shift approached, it was the gator's turn to do the cooking. His offering was similarly simplistic, but only because it was necessary to prepare enough for so many. The aroma of dinner wafted out to the team as they closed out their work for the night and made their way into the trailer. Just like Seg's team before them, they showered up, able to be as thorough as they liked this time since the tank had been refilled.

Once cleaned, everyone ate, socialized a bit, and prepared for bed. This time, it would be the alligator helping the springbok as she swelled back out. He leaned her back against his gravid tummy as she prepared herself. It had been a long day and she was eager to get everything and everyone settled in. Hazel was first, but before she allowed herself to be guided into position, she pressed into the taller lady's chest, leaning up to give her mother a kiss. Swala returned the affection happily, never one to deny her kids any show of tenderness. When the lioness was at last ready to depart the waking world, she lowered herself down between the springbok's legs and began nuzzling her way into the supple folds waiting patiently for her.

The tall lady's nethers engulfed the feline's head without any difficulty and she sucked in a breath. There were fifteen to go through after all, so letting herself start to moan now would just mean Swala was likely to shred her voice by the end of it. Seg had learned that lesson as well. The lion's entry was not difficult. Her shoulders were taken in just as easily as her head, stretching those thick lips nicely, but not so much that Swala felt she was near her limit. A chest passed, then an abdomen. When Hazel's hips were consumed, she began to writhe, actively grinding downward into the silken, soaked flesh wrapping itself around her. She always did this, attempt to pleasure herself by way of her mother's marvelous embrace. Swala never tried to stop her, but she chose not to indulge. At least since the cat was first this time. Perhaps if she had been last, the springbok would have.

With the same sort of 'uncivilized', moist sound, the lion's paws were slurped up. Swala's belly swelled outward from the trim shape it had been after she dealt with Seg's hearty contribution earlier. Before she could start working on sending her 'little girl' off to her own illusory world, another in the line began working to press their way in after their sister. Swala inhaled sharply through her nose, her nostrils flaring as she was made to stretch once again. A powerful urge to be greedy and stuff the bear in was certainly trying to convince her to give in. But she refrained. The rippling musculature between her thighs and deeper in was all that was needed.

One by one, the evening team was drawn into the waiting confines of their mother's womb. Just as with the gator, her stomach ceased to grow at the rate one might have thought it should as more and more people were added to it. It did grow, but slower than conventional wisdom demanded. With the last of her children sealed up and sent off to the grasslands again, the springbok allowed herself to collapse against her husband, huffing for breath and drooling heavily between her legs. She had enjoyed the entire process, just as she usually did, but she was still rather frustrated.

"Need any help honey?" Seg asked, referring to how powerful the scent of her arousal was.

"I could use a good reason to scream, yeah." Swala replied.

"Do you want me on my back and you on top? Or should I just bend you over and take care of business?" he asked with a sly grin.

The lady didn't answer him. She simply rocked herself forward onto all fours. Her belly sagged under her, resting heavily on the floor. She loved that feeling, able to feel all of her children stowed away securely in her, the swell of her tummy showing well beyond the point of what might be considered a normal pregnancy. She was already leaking milk again. She would need to pump before going to bed. There would be plenty to be had. The kids liked adding it to their coffee after all. She swished her tail back and forth as she swayed her hips oh so slowly from side to side. The act was meant to entice the gator, and it worked.

Seg brought himself up onto his knees and began shuffling himself over to meet his wife. His hips bumped against the ample, plump cushion of her backside, the two white fur-covered cheeks happily yielding against his form. The fatherly swell of his gut sagged down and came to rest against the small of her back, keeping her pinned in place. That was why she enjoyed this position, unable to escape out from under that cumbersome, pregnant tummy her husband was enjoying.

It didn't have to be a quick moment. They could take their time. The kids were all in bed. There wasn't anyone around for miles to interrupt them. They intended to thoroughly enjoy themselves. And so the gator rocked his hips gently, hissing quietly as he felt the plush grasp of his wife's shapely rump cup around his length. He had not aimed to slip under her tail, but only be squeezed in between those supple cheeks of hers. She cooed softly and pressed back against him in response.

There the two remained, grinding slowly against one another for several minutes, just enjoying the feel of one another's forms pressed against one another. It was impossible not to end up feeling the tingle of anticipation from so simple a start. Already Swala could feel an oozing trickle coming from her lover's spire. He was matting down the fur just at the base of her tail. Her nethers quivered as she waited patiently and eagerly for the shift that would see them fill the trailer with a bellow and shriek.

When it finally became too much for either to contend with, not getting on with their lovemaking, the springbok pushed back firmly against her husband, then rocked forward. The suddenness of the movement saw them separate far enough for his shaft to slide down along the crevice of her rump. She shivered happily feeling the head that generous mast slide along her, moving downward until it was properly aligned. It had dragged right past the pucker between her cheeks. Instead, it was now pressing against her petals.

The lady's groin had seen several pass through, and yet it was still happy to take more. Segremores knew his wife's appetite quite well, that even after being made so full, she would still be eager. He rocked forward, hissing anew as those swollen lips engulfed his length. It was a slow act, making sure both could savor every gradual twitch and squeeze. Swala gasped softly at the initial entry, then melted into her lover's pressure. He had been right in that she was waiting for more. And more she would have.

The two slowly mashed their forms together once again, the springbok devouring the pulsing length spreading her open. When hip and rump met once again, they both sighed and held there, basking in their marvelous union. It was a wonderful heat that surrounded the gator, one he had become so familiar with. The lady meanwhile lowered herself to rest directly on top of her stomach and chest, letting her various swells hold her up. It would help to anchor her for what was to come. Her arms would support her, but only to keep the alligator from pushing her around too much, not to hold her up off the floor.

"Don't go easy on my account. But don't you dare rush." Swala said.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Seg replied, shifting his hips from side to side.

It made the gravid woman shudder and sigh happily. He could just keep doing that as far as she was concerned. Even so, there was only so much of that either could enjoy before the desire to simply rut would take over. Already, Seg was fighting that urge. He had to make sure his wife was thoroughly pleased. If she wasn't, then she would extract what she wanted from him, whether he was on top or not. Such a thing wasn't necessarily unpleasant.

The gator withdrew, but only a short way. The vacancy he left behind made Swala whimper briefly. She knew it had been coming, but it still left her wanting each and every time. Fortunately, the vacancy was quickly filled once again with a sudden, firm thrust. It stole the lady's breath away while the weighty fellow behind her grunted. He squeezed his fingers in against the soft flesh of her rump, gripping her firmly so she couldn't accidentally get too far away. But then she quickly mashed back against him just as soon as she felt him return his presence inside her.

A gentle soaking of honey coated the gator's rod as the springbok trembled. She breathed out a happy moan and rolled her hips forward away from her husband as he leaned back as well. It meant he would pull from her grasp that much further, and be able to gain that much more speed when he sank home again. Her foresight paid off as the big fellow rammed forward, sinking deep into her all over again. The added distance brought the added force she expected, making her cry out softly.

Swala moved one of her palms to her swollen abdomen, running it over the gravid dome as she was rocked again, quickly finding herself jostled by the steady thrusts of her husband. There was something so deeply gratifying about being heavy from expecting while being reamed by the big gator. Seg was similarly consumed with his own adoration and lust, huffing away happily as his own gut slid back and forth along his wife's spine. He could not put into words the love he had for being so swollen and occupied while bucking into his wife.

They rocked into one another over and over, giving the trailer reason to oh so gently sway. Even the anchors and supports refused to provide sufficient stability. They were two rather large lovers throwing their weight around as they shook the windows with their voices. It was one of the benefits of being so far from the rest of town. No one would complain if they turned properly savage and let their voices carry as far as they absolutely could.

More moisture slicked the two of them up, smearing down Segremores' thighs, matting down the fur between Swala's legs. A great pulsing claimed the gator's spire while a trembling squeeze passed through the springbok's passage. They were close, both of them. Neither sought to linger on the edge. They were hungry for release; proper, full strength, intense climax. It came in just as strong a wave as they hoped for.

A great bellow filled the trailer, reaching out into the job site as Seg threw his head back and slammed home one last time. The wet slap had been drowned out by his voice, and the lady's cry of climax as well. She could be heard just as easily as her husband. A thick, powerful surge of alligator essence flowed forth. Just as was expected, his productive loins filled the springbok's belly easily and quickly. What had been an already impressively swollen tummy began to grow, pushing her further up off the floor. Her folds clenched tightly around the intruding shaft, producing a small waterfall of honey that dribbled down between them both. It wasn't just the gator that was capable of a rather copious output.

The pair rocked against one another oh so slowly, not letting flesh drag against flesh for fear it might let the deluge filling Swala pour out. Both remained locked in the peak of their climax for what felt like an eternity, shaking and flexing arm and leg, fingers and spine. It was a fleeting moment of bliss, one they were keen to revel in for as long as the curiosity of one's perception of time would allow.

Deep down in the springbok, her fifteen children gathered around the windows of the lounge they had gathered in, watching as the evening sky over the savannah saw the stars fade, replaced with clouds. They all looked at one another as the heard their mother's voice, faint and almost ghost-like, rise and hit its crescendo as she was brought to orgasm. A storm had been brewing. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled just before the grounds were thoroughly drenched. Swala had seen fit to 'bless the rains' as it were.

Segremores had permitted a similar experience for his own children. The forest came alive with the sounds of waters from the sky filtering down through the branches, leaves, and needles. It added to the chill in the air, making a blanket and fireplace that much more enticing. The sleepy little village was lulled into a comforting slumber by the gentle storm, broken only by the sound of their father's growls and bellows as he joined with their mother.

The married couple remained locked in place for several moments as they fought to catch their breath. When they did, they managed to separate themselves. Swala finally brought herself back upright, holding her now visibly larger belly as she remained on her knees. Seg pressed in behind her, wrapping his arms around to appreciate the tummy she was clearly enthralled by.

"Well, I'd say you're certainly eager to make this stay bigger than normal for as long as possible. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to convince me to expand the family so you could enjoy the same thing I do." he said.

"I will neither confirm nor deny motivations for expressing interest in growing the family." Swala said with a chuckle.

The two pulled each other up until they were on hoof and foot. From there, they waddled their way to the bathroom, each one taking their turn under the spray to clean up. It might do them some good to invest in a multi-person shower, like those found at certain gyms. That way there would be more space for the two of them to enjoy, and it would be possible for the kids to clean up faster than just one at a time.

Once the happy couple was rinsed off and dry once again, they waddled back to the bedroom. The springbok laid down on her side, curling up around her expanded tummy. The gator moved instead to a panel on the wall. He tapped away at it for a moment before the light in the whole temporary structure began to die away. With the power shut down, there was no reason to stay awake. He slipped over beside his wife on top of the massive cushion, pressed against Swala's back, and embraced her. The two closed their eyes, each making some sound of exhausted, satisfied comfort.

Tomorrow would come soon enough and they would be fresh faced and bright eyed.

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It had been a less than optimal last couple of months. There had been delays in receiving equipment. The weather only cooperated half the time. The client began showing up randomly to inspect the site, which slowed things down further. But even in spite of all of the difficulties, Segremores and Swala had managed to keep their teams focused. They had built in allowances for delays, and it was well estimated. They came to the end of the work only a week before their additional block of time was used up. And they were still under budget.

The alligator and springbok walked the property with the dogs. The foreman and forewoman trailed behind the clients as they examined what had been built for them. It was a standard freight distribution center, able to accommodate nearly two hundred semi trailers. The interior had space enough to house at least three times that much cargo, plus plenty of office space for the employees that would be managing the logistics of the facility. The pack of dogs was rather impressed with the result. They also didn't seem to be all that put off by the fact that there were still workers milling about, finishing off the final odds and ends of the job. Touch ups to the paint, vacuuming, sweeping, even cleaning the windows; it was all part of the package.

"I'm impressed you were able to accomplish all of this in as short a time as you did. Your estimate threw me initially when you said you could get it done three months earlier than the next fastest team." the lead dog said.

"Most people don't believe us when we tell them what we can do." Seg replied.

"Seeing is believing after all. And usually, our reputation speaks for itself." Swala added.

"Well, I'd certainly be interested in calling upon you in the future should we have need to open another industrial complex like this. Though, I think it will be a while yet," the pack leader said, "It's a small town, after all."

"Of course," the alligator said, "If everything meets with your approval, we can go ahead and take care of the last of the paper work, hand the property over, pack up, and get out of your hair."

"Of course, of course," the dog said, "In fact, why don't we use the meeting room your team has so kindly provided for us?"

The pack immediately shifted course and aimed to return to the office portion of the building. They had been perusing the stacks, where any goods brought in would be stored before being sent back out when an order came down. They stepped into the more finely climate controlled portion of the building, lined with thin, exceptionally inexpensive carpet. No doubt it would end up needing to be replaced in only a few years, but they would let it run for twice that. It was how corporate types worked.

The meeting room they had selected was near the front of the building. One whole wall was lined with windows that peered out over the parking lot that separated the distribution center from the road. The dogs all sat down on one side of the table, leaving Seg and Swala to sit across from them. It felt very much like a power move, suggesting there might be some sort of trickery afoot. It left the couple invisibly on guard. If the pack was going to try and pull something, there was merit in not showing that it was expected.

"Now, going over the contract, we noticed a couple of provisions in regards to overages in expected construction time. You had built in allowances to cover unforeseen delays, because those always happen. By our calculations you came close to the end of those provisional allowances but never went over. Impressive." the lead dog said.

"Yes, things always happen to slow everything down. You can only try to work around them as best you can. Even with the provisions, we were still faster than all the other bids." Segremores replied.

"You were indeed. I only bring it up because it concerns the matter of cost for time during the overage. It doesn't explicitly state what the going rate is during that period." the canine said.

Swala frowned, already seeing just how they were likely to get screwed.

"It actually says the rate is to be negotiated due to the nature of the delays. And the majority of the delays were caused by continuous interrupts due to your visits and the ready availability of equipment necessary to complete construction. Given that, I'd say the standard rate would apply." the springbok said.

"You can't expect us to believe that a few little visits from us could cause you to overrun your estimated time so grossly!" the dog said before leaning back in his chair to laugh.

"It didn't help. I'd say your visits cost us a total of three days work all told. And the inability to get materials and equipment delivered in a timely fashion cost us just over two weeks time." Swala explained.

"Okay, we'll happily accept that we cost you three days, but you can't expect us to take the blame for the two weeks. We can't be held responsible for how you order your supplies. Perhaps you should have a dedicated team specifically for handling logistics support." the lead dog said, eliciting a few snickers from either side of him.

"Funny thing about that," Segremores said, leaning in to slide his tablet across the table, "About two months ago, our liaison at your distribution facility, the one that supplies us with all the materials that we were told to use as per your instructions, he was moved to a different team and we got a new liaison. I did a little checking and it turns out he's your brother-in-law."

That caught the dog's attention. He peered down at the tablet, seeing the name and photo of the canine in question staring back at him. There was a sense of unease about him for a brief moment before he slipped back into his cool, calm exterior.

"Is it your business to go looking into the pasts and personal lives of everyone you do business with? Because I can't help but feel like my privacy has been violated." the leader of the pack said.

"We don't go actively looking for it, no. But it comes up sometimes in polite conversation, and your brother-in-law likes to talk. A lot. He's a chatty fella. He told us how lucky he was to get this new job of his, that his brother-in-law helped him get it and he was going to do the best he could to make sure he made him proud," Seg said, leaning back in his chair, ready to drop the bomb, "And without really asking, he let a name slip, he gave us enough detail to peg you as the generous soul who helped him out of a tight spot. He even had you bring something we needed to the job site personally. If we didn't know he was going to have his brother-in-law, who just happened to be dropping by that day, be the one to deliver it, we wouldn't have guessed."

Neither of them wanted to pull this particular thread, but if they were going to try to go back on their word, then they were going to make it clear they knew they were getting played, and what the consequences of that would be. The dog just sat quietly for a moment, trying his best to figure out a way to slip out of this one. There seemed to be no way but to throw his brother-in-law under the bus.

"Poor Tyson. He tried his best to do right by you fine folks. I guess he just isn't quite ready for so much responsibility. Unfortunate, but no one could have seen it coming." the dog said.

"That's just it. He -did- try his best. But not for us. See, he mentioned just how tight a spot he was in before you bailed him out, and just how grateful he was that you had come to his rescue when you did. He told us again and again how he would do anything to repay you what he felt was owed. And when we looked over the requisition forms more closely, we saw places where the original items in the list were erased and written back in. They had been changed, and on purpose." Segremores added.

"Just what is it you are implying?" the dog asked, now not at all amused.

"He was willing to do whatever you told him. Whatever he could to repay the kindness you showed him. He just couldn't understand why we were getting materials that weren't correct. He had been told to make those changes because his brother-in-law told him that was the standard for a building like this. After you hand delivered that breaker box to us, well everything started making sense." Seg explained.

"We did a little digging and found reports of similar treatment of contractors by your company in the past. Each and every one of them occurred when you were the one heading up the project. Equipment requisition issues, resulting in delays, pushing construction teams past their original estimate, often to the point of incurring penalty," Swala added, "We've got enough here to send to the authorities and have an unpleasant little investigation opened."

The pack began to whisper amongst themselves, the leader continuing to stare quietly at the alligator and springbok. He knew he had been caught, and he wasn't at all happy about it. But, there was still one way to get past this without the litigious option being put into play.

"What do you want?" the dog asked crisply.

"What we want is to be treated fairly, which you've been trying to skirt around doing. We had asked for the standard rate for our overage. When you tried to weasel out of that, which we had a feeling you would, it went up to time and a half." Segremores said.

"Time and a half? For two weeks? That's absurd!" the dog practically barked.

"Would you rather an investigation?" Swala asked.

That elicited a growl from the leader. Silence prevailed over the entire pack otherwise. The eyes of the other dogs were on him now. Apparently, none of them had known of this little gambit of his. And it was likely to cause issues later, but he could handle that without too much trouble. It was the couple sitting across from him he needed to keep silent.

"Fine," he said through clenched teeth, "Time and a half."

The paperwork was filled out and signed. Final payment was made, and the transfer of ownership was completed. The dog pack took their leave, likely to sort out what their leader had bungled. Seg and Swala returned to the trailer, sighing as they leaned against one another. Both were empty currently. They needed all thirty of the crew out and about, finishing off the last few little touches before the end of the day. It also gave them an excuse to have another whole-family gathering to celebrate the end of the job.

Instead of cooking, they had food catered. It was an easier option given they had to pack up and be offsite by the next morning. After the encounter with the client, neither Seg nor Swala wanted to stay the night. The family dinner turned out to be quite the enjoyable evening, helping them forget the unpleasantness of the day. When all had been consumed and cleaned up after, the only thing that remained was to prepare to depart. That meant the trailer had to be packed back up. And before they could do that, the family needed to be put back to bed.

This was the part of the job both Seg and Swala looked forward to the most each time. There was some discussion of changing who was on which team. A few switched from one to the other, keeping everything balanced. Rather than immediately put their kids to bed straight away this time, the couple intended to enjoy their presence a bit longer. It meant they would be immobile for a little while, but it was worth it.

The alligator and springbok took turns, each one helping the other take one, then swapping to change roles. Swala went first, standing up as she pushed down over Hazel's muzzle. She sat down slowly on the lioness, feeling the big cat's head slip between her legs and up through her canal. It only took a few moments before she was seated on the ground, tugging the rest of her daughter in. Her stomach ended up just as swollen as it always did. Then Seg took his turn with Marcus. The tall rabbit disappeared behind his sac just as easily as Hazel had into his wife.

The rest filed in one after another, forcing mother and father to change positions a few times. They tried to keep going with simply sitting down on everyone in turn, but after the third or fourth, they both changed to leaning forward against something for support, letting the next few just push their way in. Once they had managed to make enough headway, they were slurped up by the two hungry slits that led to the places they called home.

The two bellies continued to bulge larger and larger. Soon, neither gator nor springbok could stand. They were laying out over their stomachs, shivering, moaning, massaging their intensely gravid middles. They were certainly going to need to shower and rinse off as each additional occupant that stretched their bellies led them quickly to climax. When at last they had taken all of their children, fifteen in each of the two exceptionally stretched wombs, they lay there on top of their litters and reveled in the squirming, wriggling sensation all of those within provided.

"God, if I could just stay like this, I'd be in heaven." Swala said through a moan.

"Unable to walk, so heavy most structures couldn't hold you up, constantly pushed to cumming every few minutes because of everyone wiggling around inside you," Seg said, going over all of what sounded like he might consider to be the cons, then grinned, "Sounds pretty heavenly to me."

"Yeah," the lady replied, "But all good things must come to an end. Or at least put to bed to be enjoyed later."

"Yeah, gotta get ready to leave. Don't think we'll be coming back here anytime soon." Segremores said.

The two lovers closed their eyes and sighed as they started their next task. They had spent at least half an hour putting everyone inside them, a third of that time being spent just basking in the experience of all of their children stretching them out. Now it was time for them to slip off to bed. Slowly, the two vast stomachs, so large they filled the bedroom almost completely, began to shrink. One by one, they sent their children to the small pocket universes they each had constructed for them. Soon, they were back to the state they usually ended each night in. It was a satisfying way to close out the job.

They took a moment to seek out one another's forms, but refused to allow themselves more than the simplest intimate contact for the time being. They knew they would end up unable to stop themselves if they went any further, which meant they would wear each other out, then delay departure until the morning. That would not do. So they dragged themselves to the shower to clean themselves up. Once they had finished, they didn't bother to dress. Instead, they set about packing up the trailer. Most of the work had been done already, thanks to the assistance they got from the kids.

The whole shelter folded back up into the typical box-shaped structure one expected to see being hauled by a semi. Seg rubbed gingerly at his belly, able to feel the phantom sensation of motion under his hide. No doubt Swala was feeling the same thing. It always lasted for an hour or two after letting everyone stay whole and solid before sending them to their respective 'predscapes'. If only there was a way to continue enjoying that phantom sensation constantly. Maybe they'd find a way. Maybe a bigger family would do the trick.

When all was done, the gator and springbok pressed in against one another, squeezing their firm stomachs together as they shared a kiss. Quietly, they held it, drinking in the sensation of one another's forms. They wouldn't need to let anyone out for quite a while. The next job was two months away, and halfway across the country. It was time for a long-haul drive. Seg was perfectly comfortable with that. Swala wasn't quite as eager, if only because it meant she wouldn't be able to spend near as much time on her hooves. But they both agreed that one of the things that made the whole experience of driving across country worthwhile was the interesting characters they tended to encounter.

After all, a large, heavy-middled alligator and his tall, well-endowed, extremely pregnant springbok wife--both of them usually completely nude--tended to draw a certain sort. And that was part of the fun.

The two piled into the cab of their truck, slipped their seatbelts on, adjusted the straps to better contend with both their pregnancies, and bid the job site farewell. The truck rumbled to life and rolled out onto the road, heading away from town. They had a few hours before they needed to find a place to settle down for the night. That meant they could spend most of the time talking, maybe even fondling one another a little as they rode along.

"You think our 'friend' is going to go easy on his brother-in-law?" Seg asked.

"Oh he's probably planning on either busting him down to mail clerk, or just outright firing him." Swala said.

"You think Tyson is going to just let it happen? Or do you think he'll actually go through with telling the authorities?" the gator asked, grinning a bit.

Before their final meeting with the pack, the couple had put together a little 'care package' for the dog who had helped them as best he could in spite of the sabotage being thrown their way. It had been a calculated move. They had emailed Tyson a copy of all the information they had gathered, including images of the forms where the orders had clearly been altered, paired with references from the company's documentation on what was supposed to be used. They had also added a little personal note just for the dog.

"I have a feeling Tyson's gonna go through with it. And I think he'll be contacting us soon," the springbok answered, "After all, it was a pretty generous job offer we gave him."

"The first one to join the growing family." Seg said with a grin, running a palm over his gut.

He could swear the false sensation of movement was real. It made him rumble in satisfaction. Swala reached over, pressing one of her own palms against the smooth, alabaster, tattooed dome. Her own tummy was just as 'active', prompting her to caress it as well.

"I wonder how big we'll be when we let everyone in and just hold them before they go to bed." the lady said.

"Only one way to find out. You gonna put the ad online tomorrow?" Segremores asked.

"It's already up. And we've gotten a few hits." Swala answered.

"Anyone worth taking a closer look at?" the gator pressed on, wanting to know more about his future kids.

"Well, a few. But there was one message that was kind of interesting. It wasn't so much they were looking to get hired, but more they wanted to hire us. Something about building a bunch of cabins for a resort of some kind out in the middle of nowhere. Says it's owned by a blue dragon." the lady replied.

"Cabins in the middle of nowhere for a resort. Sounds nice and private. And you say it's run by a dragon. They're kind of a coin-toss. Might be friendly and easy to work with. Might be a complete prick and try to stiff us on the bill." Seg said.

"I kind of get the impression that the only thing stiff about this place is what you find between people's legs. I'm reading over the description of the resort. It's kind of amazing." Swala said just before turning the tablet to show her husband a few of the images on the resort's website.

"Hmm," the gator offered as he glanced at the tablet from time to time, wanting to focus more on driving, "The Treetop Inn. Sounds interesting. And the next job is on the way there. Shoot him back and let him know we're interested."

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