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"Wow, it's pretty busy in here tonight." Bobert said.

The otter was squeezed in against the thigh of a very tall and rather broadly curved striped feline. Rachael just looked down at him and gave him a pat on the back with a paw so large she could wrap her fingers all the way around his head and conceal it completely if she so chose.

"Well, it's 'Ladies' Night' after all. C'mon. I think I see a couple of seats at the bar." the tigress said, ushering her short, slender otter boyfriend into the densely packed watering hole.

The bar in question, 'Cremer House', was a rather popular local haunt, drawing in all manner of life seeking some means of quenching one's thirst. Of course, there were other draws, but that was the main one. And they had a rather impressive selection of libations. The oddly matched pair made their way to the seats the striped lady had spotted. She took her seat atop one of the stools, only just barely fitting where she was without knocking over the person to her left. The other seat, just to her right, was promptly taken by Bobert. He only just managed to squeeze himself atop the remaining stool in question.

She loved it when she got the chance to compress her little lover into a tight spot like that. It wasn't clear if that had been Rachael's plan all along, or if it was just a happy accident. No matter the case, the otter was pressed up against the wall by the lady's thick, well-cushioned hip. Some of her fur was sticking out above the waistband of her pants. That was another thing she enjoyed making happen; forcing clothing to not quite fit. And there was a lot of her for all that clothing to desperately try to cover. Her shirt was doing its best to keep her rather profound chest contained. All of this usually meant she drew more than a few stares, and tonight was no different.

However, for Bobert, he couldn't see anyone else. His field of vision was comprised of a sliver of the bar top, a little of the wall he was mashed against, and almost nothing else but his girlfriend's bulky yet soft body. She had effectively occupied almost all of his senses, making sure he wouldn't forget she was right there. He could complete the set if he dared to slip his tongue out and give her a little taste. And how could he forget? Even if she wasn't keeping him pinned in place, he would likely be leaning in as tightly on her as he could squeeze. She was incredibly huggable after al.

"The only two seats left in the house, huh?" Bobert asked.

"Near as I could tell," Rachael said as she winked down at him, "I'll get us some drinks."

"Okay," the otter replied, "Just try to go kind of easy on it tonight, okay? Let's not get completely sloshed right away."

"Oh you're no fun." the tigress shot back.

She lifted a massive paw and quickly captured the attention of the bartender. It wasn't just Bobert who couldn't help but pay such close attention to her. Anyone who didn't notice such a big, tall, exceptionally curved woman walking in had to be blind. The bartender took the lady's order and went about filling it. Within only a few minutes, he returned, carrying a sizable mug for the almost-entirely-concealed otter, and an exceptionally large one for the big tigress. That was part of the appeal of the place. They served drinks the right size for Rachael.

The tigress pushed Bobert's drink within his reach and scooped up her own. She immediately began drinking while Bobert tried his best to keep up. It looked like she wasn't going to listen to him tonight. Rachael intended to get good and sloshed, and if he wasn't falling right in step with her, then she would end up punishing him somehow. That probably would entail her mashing her wide, shapely bottom right in against him so that virtually nothing of him could be seen as she leaned against the wall. It wasn't unheard of for her to leave with him plastered against her backside and completely unable to peal himself off as she walked out. If her presence alone wasn't enough to draw stares, then an otter stuck to her butt would certainly do the trick.

The first mugs were both emptied fairly quickly. Bobert struggled to keep up while Rachael practically poured the beer down her throat. Her stomach, already fairly obvious, grew a bit more. It pushed out from under her shirt even more than it already was, revealing a good portion the creamy white of her tummy fur. Her navel had been exposed all along, acting as a sort of focal point for anyone who happened to be staring. She was quite happy to accept leers and ogles, but only so long as it was tempered with the notion that she had laid claim someone already. It often drew a few perplexed expressions when someone finally figured out that Bobert was her boyfriend. That confusion never ceased to amuse the big cat.

The drinking continued. The shorter fellow had figured this was what was in store when they had decided to make it a date night. He wasn't exactly unhappy. And the more he drank, the more at ease he felt about the whole event. She was loosening him up, and loosening herself up as well. At least two more mugs each were provided before Bobert started slowing down. He was beginning to feel that gentle buzz that came with imbibing. The fact that it was only just starting up and a fourth was being shoved into his paws told him he wasn't getting out of the evening's fun without getting near black-out drunk.

Rachael meanwhile was holding her own. She was feeling slightly buzzed as well, but it had taken her far more to get there. She had put down what looked like at least three gallons so far. She was a big girl after all. And she was nowhere near full capacity yet.

Poor Bobert just couldn't quite keep up with her speed. Granted he was working with a much smaller mouth and stomach. The big tigress finished off her enormous mug and sighed, running her tongue across her lips. She gazed down at the otter trapped between her hip and the wall and found he was still working on his latest drink.

"You gotta be faster than that if you're gonna keep up with me, sweetie." she said with a smirk.

The comfortably cushioned feline reached down and snatched the otter's drink out of his paws, lifting it to her lips. She tossed it back as if it were a shot glass. Bobert was a little startled by the sudden ripping away of his beverage, but when he looked up to see her down it so fast, he blushed and felt a rather profound compulsion to lean in against her. A heavy paw found its way to the back of his head to hold him there. The lady's other paw began roaming over the barely contained bust just above. Were Bobert able to reach, he might have been tempted to assist.

"Does that mean I lose?" Bobert asked.

"We weren't exactly competing, but sure. I win." Rachael said with a broad, slightly tipsy grin.

That made the shorter fellow pause for a moment. Just what could she mean by that? He really was beginning to lose his grip on rational thought. He had forgotten that he had been the one to push the idea of winner and loser. Had they been competing? How had he gotten so lost in so little time? It was hard to focus when he was mashed so hard into the lady's side. Her massive paw pushing against his shoulders and head felt so nice. Why did he have to think at all?

"I forget, what do you get if you win?" Bobert asked, his words coming out ever so slightly slurred.

That made the lady pause for a brief moment in return. She hadn't thought about that. Her lips pulled into a wider grin as an answer jumped almost immediately to mind.

"I win another drink, and a good gut-fondling from you. Get to work sugar." she replied.

She turned on her stool, expecting to give the otter a better position to work with. What she ended up doing was pushing him back against the wall all the harder, now trapped against not her hip, but her stomach. Bobert grunted quietly, wondering if she had done that intentionally. When he tried to peer up at her, she had cupped a paw to her lips and put on an expression of false surprise and apology. He could almost hear the silent 'Oopsie!' she had mouthed.

Dirty, sneaky, cat tricks. He loved her for it.

The otter began trying his best to work his arms and paws about, massaging over the great, round, supple tummy he was mashed into. He could feel it gurgle against him, no doubt from the small ocean of beer sloshing around inside. He pressed his lips against the burbling dome and gave it a kiss, wanting to offer it all the affection he could. Meanwhile, his oversized companion was busy tending to other regions he couldn't reach, resuming the fondling of her practically legendary chest. She mewled and growled quietly as she worked herself up oh so slowly. Her meaty thighs began to rub back and forth against one another.

The two remained as they were for quite some time. Neither had been keeping track of the time. But there came a rather good marker for just how long they had sat there massaging one another. The bartender returned with the fourth Rachael-sized mug of the evening. The striped cat shot the bartender a coy wink and scooped the bucket-cooler-sized glass off the bar and lifted it to sip. Even with palms as big as hers, it was a big enough vessel that she couldn't reach but maybe halfway around it. And 'sip' had been a polite term. Really, it had been more of a slow chug.

Bobert had missed the delivery of the latest drink. The lady's gut had been so imposing and view-filling he couldn't see it. But now, he could. It wasn't until he noticed his predicament getting a bit tighter that he noticed anything. The great, creamy-white belly he was mashed against was swelling, pushing in against him all the harder. It threatened to squash him if she didn't retreat. He could hear the sound of rushing water coming from nearby, as though a great waterfall were pouring into a grand pool. When he took a moment to try to think about what was happening, he realized what it was.

The otter looked up and spotted the giant mug as its contents slowly but steadily disappearing down his lover's throat. She was drinking even more. Even after all she had consumed, she wasn't done. And because of it, she was getting bigger, which meant he was in danger of becoming little more than a tattoo on her tummy. It groaned and creaked around him as even more pressure was applied against him. Then, a very unladylike belch rattled her entire form. It also caught the attention of most everyone in the bar.

Rachael blushed softly and put on a sheepish grin as she realized what had just happened. There was no reason to let good manners slip, not even while she was on her way to a stout buzz, or while she was teasing her little boyfriend. She dipped her head politely to everyone looking at her.

"Excuse me." she said with a giggle.

No one seemed offended by her rather violent outburst. Some were even nodding in approval, impressed by her rather generous expulsion. A bit louder and it would have rattled the windows, perhaps even knocked a few drinks off the bar. Below, Bobert was trying to keep himself together. The small earthquake of a belch had ripped through him almost as if he had been surrounded by it. His eyes crossed and he fell slack against the tiger and the wall. A rather strong stiffening came from below, something that wasn't missed by either party.

If the crowd had not been busy staring at Rachael when they entered, they would have taken a moment to gawk at the otter, or more specifically what was in his pants. He had been blessed with an enormous bulge in the groin of his jeans. He had to buy them special order just to find a pair that fit him. The massive swell had been part of the reason why Rachael had been so keen to keep her little otter within easy reach. The fact that he was so damn cute helped. And it certainly didn't hurt that he was absolutely crazy about her. Some men would have felt intimidated and emasculated by such a powerful, strong, and formidable lady. But not Bobert. He just saw it all as more of her to love. And he had quite a bit of himself to love her with.

So when he was taken by arousal, it was pretty hard to miss. Rachael could feel the log-sized item below pressing up against the underside of her stomach, mashing against her thighs, even trying to find its way to the warm embrace it knew so well. A quiet little yowl rose up out of her as she imagined letting him in right then and there. No one would be the wiser. Her chubby, gurgling, groaning stomach was doing a good enough job of concealing everything. And Bobert was certainly big enough to reach.

Just as the lady was about to indulge in that little thought, she glanced around and spotted a few stray looks cast in her direction. If people were going to be that hawkish about her, then she would be found out for sure. So, as nonchalantly as she could manage, Rachael began to slowly work her otter boyfriend down the front of her stomach. It was a bit of an odd gesture, but she made it work. She leaned back to lift her belly and press it in against Bobert's face, then pushed and leaned forward again, dragging him downward. Her leg shot out and pushed the stool he had been sitting on to the side in one deft motion. It left her as the sole thing keeping him off the ground, and she was working him down towards it. She repeated the act, grinding away against Bobert as he let out a quiet squeak of a moan from time to time. He was actually enjoying the action. It made the tiger grin, suggesting perhaps she keep it in mind for later use.

After only a few moments, the otter was sitting on the floor. He was panting quietly, still more than a little riled up by such masterful abdominal manipulation by the big kitty he was now sitting in the shadow of. His ears flicked as a sound caught his attention. He cast his eyes upward to see those two enormous paws fumbling with the clasp and zipper just within reach. It struck him in no time--realizing what she was after--and he reached up to assist. As soon as Rachael felt the small fellow's comparatively tiny fingers working on her pants, she removed her paws and scooted to the edge of her stool. She gently pushed it outward so that there would be plenty of space for the two of them to work with.

In but a matter of seconds, Bobert had managed to open the gateway to the treasure that lay beyond. Rachael had not bothered to wear anything underneath. She was 'going commando'. As soon as Bobert pulled her pants open, he was greeted by the sight of her already well dampened petals. They quivered in anticipation of some sort of use. It didn't matter how so long as they were shown a good time. A large paw wrapped around Bobert's head, practically engulfing him as he was urged forward towards the waiting folds. There was no way he could refuse. Then again, why on Earth would he?

A soft little sigh of delight passed Rachael's lips as she parted her thighs the instant she felt Bobert's muzzle against her loins. He had done as she had directed, and without hesitation. He was such a good boyfriend. Not one to draw too much attention, she ordered a fifth mug--really it was more a large pitcher--of beer. Rather than see how quickly she could get it down, Rachael took her time with it, sipping slowly and shivering as she felt Bobert's efforts below. She stroked along the back of his head as he ran his tongue across her delicate flesh.

The otter wasn't about to disappoint. And he knew all the lady's best targets to make her really writhe. He had to be careful not to make her scream. After all, they were in public, and that might bring some undesirable attention. Still, he had plenty he could do. He dragged his gently rough tongue across the slick, sweet crevice. The further he went in trying to please his lady, the harder she pushed on the back of his head. She desperately wanted to do more, but she was holding back, if only to adhere to rules of polite society. Bobert had little care for what the rest of the bar thought.

Slowly, the tigress began to huff. She put her mug down, but kept a paw wrapped around it. She shifted her hips back and forth as she was explored, delighting in the idea that no one could see what was happening under the counter. She leaned forward further against the otter, wanting to try and mash him against her like she had when he was trapped between her and the wall. She misjudged unfortunately. The stool supporting her slipped out from under her ponderous rear and she slipped quickly onto her paws. The action had been so sudden that she had not been prepared for it. With Bobert keeping her on edge, her knees buckled and she fell further, catching herself on the surface of the bar. She yelped and jerked, feeling a jolt of electricity surge through her. Her petals had parted wide around something. She had gone and done something she had not intended to.

The whole of Bobert's head was now inside her. The tigress bit back the urge to moan, as well as the urge to let her claws out and rake them across the pristine, polished wood of the bar. The staff might not appreciate her defacing their property, even if it was because her boyfriend was lodged inside her nethers. They might be even less understanding then. Rachael twisted her hips from side to side, realizing quite rapidly that the action sank Bobert deeper between her legs. That was a dangerous realization. She immediately squeezed her legs together to stop herself from going any further. It made the otter squirm. He had plans of his own, or at least he was going to be prepared for whatever might come.

Bobert began stripping out of his shirt. Fortunately, he at least had the forethought to wear a comfortable button-down affair, which meant stripping out of it while his head was otherwise occupied was still possible. With all of him from the waist up was unclothed, he began to fight anew to resume his work. He had the tiger right where he wanted her. She couldn't get away from him. He licked and nuzzled about within the hot, slick grasp. The sounds of her interior were all around him, blocking out the noises of the bar. He could hear her suppressing her moans. He could feel her trembling. She was fighting him. If he could just loosen her up just a little further she might relax her legs and let him do his job properly.

That wasn't quite how things went. After a few moments of glorious, delightful torture, Rachael decided to throw caution to the wind. She reached down past his shoulders and gripped at Bobert's waist. It only took one paw, able to curl her fingers around his hips easily enough. With that, she crammed him in, right up until her paw was brushing against her quivering folds. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled in a slow, luxurious breath as her tongue dangled from her jaws. Bobert was taken by surprise. He squeaked in shock, muffled completely by his girlfriend's soaked depths.

It wasn't quite what he had intended, but the otter was certainly not going to let this change in plans stop him from doing what he set out to. He squirmed about and tried to find what he liked to call her 'go button'. It would be a little difficult, considering he was kind of stuck with his arms pinned at his sides. But then he was certain some part of him was rubbing against her g-spot. He just had to figure out which part. Just as he was getting into a good, methodical rhythm, the tiger pulled on him. The otter was dragged back out of his lover's grasp, but not entirely. His shoulders were still kissed by the big cat's pursing lips. That gave him a chance to find it with his tongue. So Bobert kept licking.

Rachael wasn't going to give him enough time to succeed. She crammed the little otter back in right up to his waist. Another long, desperately satisfied sigh escaped her. A few of the other patrons began to stare at her, wondering if she was alright. After a few good pants from the big cat, they decided it might be best to try to avert their gaze and not pay attention. It was going to be difficult. Rachael was starting to get louder. She pumped her little boyfriend in and out of her, making him fidget and fight against her. He was trying to do a job and she was making it difficult. Of course, using him as a living sex toy might be enough to get that job done.

A powerful squeeze claimed the short fellow. She was getting worked up enough that she might be able to leave him hanging halfway out of her and still walk around without dropping him. Moisture soaked Bobert as he twisted about, struggling for brief moments to find breath. The sound of the tiger's voice filled his ears, drowned out during the odd moment or two when the wet slurping noises surrounding him were strong enough. She quickened her pace, slamming him back into her with ferocious strength. Some might have been able to call her fat, but it didn't change the fact that she was also bristling with muscle. Inside and out.

Just as the lady was about lose her grip on the short fellow wedged inside her, she let go of him and instead slipped a thick finger into his pants, just against his tail, and dragged his pants off in one swift stroke. That caught Bobert's attention. His eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. He was suddenly quite worried. Bobert wasn't going to be able to pay the tab. That might put a bit of a damper on their date night. He didn't have long to worry. The tiger kicked her legs out from under herself and dropped down onto the floor with a heavy thud. The weight of her falling down on him forced Bobert into her right up to his ankles.

Rachael yelped and groped at her stomach. It had surged outward quite sharply with Bobert's intrusion. He had been forced so deep he was curling up in her womb. It was a place he was pretty well acquainted with, but he wasn't entirely in yet. Slowly, the powerful rhythmic squeezing of the tiger's passage dragged him further inward. His paws vanished from sight between her legs and she sighed happily. Slowly, the bloated feline climbed back up onto her paws and discretely zipped and buttoned her pants once more. She would collect Bobert's clothing in a little bit, once he had settled and everyone stopped staring at her.

Inside, the otter felt himself forced into a ball in the hot, humid, sticky chamber that pulsed around him with the beat of the lady's heart. He usually found the space quite comforting, but he was a little too worked up at the moment. His generous shaft protruded outward against the thick, rubbery walls holding him in place. And the heavy paws massaging in against him were stirring things to life. He moaned and fidgeted, thinking it might be best to not try to aggravate the situation. Rachael was either unaware, or she simply didn't care.

The big tiger lady rumbled away happily as she massaged her belly, taking her seat back on her stool. Her gut sagged down over the edge, forcing her legs rather wide. She loved feeling the weight of her little boyfriend tugging down on her from inside. She also loved how bulbous her tummy was when he was in it. She wanted to tease him, whisper sweet nothings, say something to him, but that might look odd to the other patrons. She would have to save it for when they got home. Instead, she just kept rubbing. It felt too good to stop. And she could feel the otter's form under her thick padding. Usually he would go about trying to stretch her as best he could, but he was oddly calm. His ordinary 'struggles' were curiously absent.

The weight of all the beer she had drunk was pushing down on him, keeping him more pinned than usual. He could make his presence more known if he wanted, but he was tired from the effort to make himself into a good sex toy. There was also the fact that he was more inebriated than she was. Then there was the massaging palms pressing in on him. He shuddered and let his eyes cross. He couldn't stop her and he couldn't change position to direct her attention elsewhere. It was going to happen, and it was going to be a bit of a mess.

Outside, Rachael simply carried on, groping and squeezing her tummy. It felt too good not to. It sent little waves of tingles up through her trunk, like little bubbles in a carbonated drink. It made it too addictive to ignore. Her paws continued to massage away, never stopping. In fact, she felt a stiff formation under her fur, which she took to be Bobert's back and shoulders. She thought he would enjoy the pressure and rubs, so why stop? What she could not have known was that it was something else entirely.

A powerfully muffled yowl made her womb tremble softly before a mighty eruption followed. Rachael cried out in surprise as her belly suddenly surged outward, almost doubling in size as Bobert came inside her. It was a veritable torrent of seed. His shaft bucked and twitched wildly from her unwitting hand-job. It filled the chamber so utterly that he was soon awash in his own spunk. It gave him more room to move, and it helped hoist the weight of what had to be four gallons of beer pressing down on him from above. Rachael huffed and shivered, her nethers well soaked, revealing a sizable patch of dark, honey-soaked fabric in the groin of her pants. Her scream of orgasm had caught the attention of almost the whole room.

The bartender made his way over to the panting, hunched over, heavily swollen feline as she leaned on the bar. She had failed to keep from keeping her claws at bay this time. There were several large, deep gouges she had carved into the otherwise smooth surface. She'd be paying for the repair work, she was certain.

"Hey, you alright?" the barkeep asked.

The tigress huffed and forced herself to stand upright. Her gut protruded out ridiculously far, showing subtle signs of motion under her fur. She just grinned tiredly and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good. That last drink... it really hit the spot, ya know?" she answered with a satisfied but exhausted smile.

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