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Fed Up

By Danath

Commissioned by and characters © VivianBoo

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A pair of hands, slim fingers curled into precise fists, reached up in unison. Slender wrists flexed as they beat a dual staccato rhythm on the heavy and imposing dark walnut door. A cool breeze whipped through the open-air porch covering the entryway to the enormous house, ruffling the soft and downy white fur coating the felines' limbs.

Though often mistaken for twins, the two slender and graceful felines were not related beyond a desire to see the world do what it's told. Faint scowls occupied both of the felines' faces, made more prominent by striking shades of lipstick in orange and peach, causing them to stand out further against their white fur and pink noses. Their eyes hid behind blackout shades despite the height of the moon overhead.

"This party better be worth it," one said. Carrine's high tone carried an edge as sharp as the chill breeze that swirled around her long and puffy white tail. She smoothed her palms across her loose orange sweater that draped across her slim hips and small breasts. It was several sizes too large and hung down to her mid-thighs, with no sign of any other garment to protect her from the cold weather.

The other white cat, Marissa, flicked out her phone and stared into the screen, thumbs tapping non-stop as her tail twitched impatiently behind her. Her sweater, like Carrine's, was far too large. The neckline draped off one shoulder and hung across her narrow thighs at a sharp angle, riding up in the back over her long and slim rope-like tail, the only real difference between her physique and the bushy-tailed Carrine.

"Mmph." She showed no other emotion or sign of acknowledgement.

"I mean it, Marissa. This is so out of the way. Why did we drive? We should have got a cab," Carrine said, styling the long strands of slightly coiled white hair cascading from around her ears and head past her shoulders. She ran her claws through it rhythmically, preening herself as she prattled on. "And also, seriously, Marissa, we need to talk about Jake. Like, seriously talk. I think I'm going to stop cheating on him. But I don't want to make John sad. Or Jay. Remember Jay? From the gym? Luke's friend?"

"Mmph."

"Yeah, I know, right, it was so bad, but anyways, what an idiot, ew, right, so by the way, did I tell you about the restaurant last night? The waiter was so rude. Oh my God. So. Rude. I waited forever for a glass of water. Told his manager on the way out. Maybe he got fired, who cares?"

"Mmph."

The one-sided conversation continued as Marissa's eyes flickered over her small screen, pausing only occasionally to smile wide and enticingly, throw her arm out, and snap a picture, sometimes with Carrine but mostly by herself.

"And when is someone going to answer this door, oh my God, are we even at the right place?"

Carrine dug into her purse, a small white satchel, and pulled out her own phone to check the address, then her messages, several of which were sent by Marissa in the past few moments.

"Oh my God, Marissa, you're so bad, Jake, seriously? Oh my God."

The huge walnut door croaked open, silencing Carrine and even drawing Marissa's glazed attention. The interior lights were off, revealing nothing but blackness.

"This is a recording," spoke a low and somewhat familiar voice. "Welcome to Vivian's Haunted House! Please enter at your own risk, for what lies inside may scare... the life out of youuuuuu!"

The ending devolved into a ghoulish staged laugh that left Marissa and Carrine both rolling their eyes.

"Cringe," Carrine said, her sharp tone cutting through the silence. "Total cringe. Like, whose voice was that, anyways? How dumb. Seriously, is this not a party? What's going on, Marissa. Oh my God."

The other feline's head was already buried in her phone as she shrugged and walked forward, expertly navigating the step up into the house itself. Wooden floorboards creaked beneath their feet as they walked through a hallway draped in large black clothes, leaving them to use the lights of their phones to navigate to the first door they could find.

"Seriously, Marissa, if there aren't like fifteen hot guys here after all this I will do something I will regret, seriously."

The door was illuminated with a small and weak light above it. As they approached hip-to-hip with each other, the hinges croaked and swung open of their own accord.

The two felines peered inside and blinked as lights flashed, dazing them momentarily and making their pupils contract. Marissa looked up from her phone as they saw movement inside. As their vision cleared, they realized a complicated array of mannequins on ropes were acting out a scene. There were tables and chairs, at which sat two feline mannequins painted all white. Another mannequin in the shape of a horse dressed as a waiter and painted with black and white stripes approached. Marissa and Carrine stared as the sound of their own voices played back at them on hidden speakers.

"You stupid idiot, I said no tomato on my BLT, are you deaf?"

One of the feline mannequin's legs swung up and violently collided between the zebra mannequin's legs.

"Yeah, dummy. Let's get out of this trash place."

After a few seconds, the audio repeated, along with the kick between the mannequin's legs.

"Is this supposed to be scary?" Carrine said, the scoff in her voice matched only by the other feline's eye-rolling. Marissa's thumbs tapped furiously before she swung around, arm extended, and took a selfie with Carrine in front of the open doorway.

Carrine checked her phone as soon as they broke their pose.

"Oh my God, Marissa, 'totally lame haunted house lol'," she said, reading off her phone. "Oh, you're so bad. But this does suck doesn't. Should we bail?"

Marissa turned away from the strange tableau and walked zombie-like down the hallway, completely and utterly engrossed in her phone, her path illuminated only by the series of selfies she took in the otherwise pitch dark hallway.

The second door revealed a similar scene of service workers being mistreated by feline mannequins crudely done up to resemble Carrine and Marissa. After a third door of the same, Carrine's voice loudly echoed through the house, high-pitched and demanding to speak to a manager about this shoddy treatment and how nothing was even, like, scary.

The fourth room, however, was different. The inside was lit by a few lights in the sconces on the walls, but was otherwise empty. Marissa wandered in, followed by Carrine, who looked around the room at the blacked out windows and shrugged.

"Maybe it wasn't finished. C'mon, let's go to Jake's party instead. This is dumb."

Marissa turned automatically and followed Carrine on autopilot, ignoring the loud slam as the door swung closed behind them. The two bumped into each other just as the lights went off, casting them into absolute darkness.

"Hey! Does this place know like who we are? Marissa, we are going to destroy this place on social media! Ugh, what!"

The lights flicked back on a moment later, revealing the two felines were not alone in the room. Appearing instantaneously in front of the door in the split second of darkness was no small trick, especially for someone of Vivian's size. The wolfess smiled down the length of her muzzle and through her glasses at the prissy and bad-tempered felines. Her arms folded across her ample chest, currently held somewhat in place by a large, horizontal-striped sweater in red and brown. A custom-tailored pair of jeans stretched around her wide thighs and outlined the shape of her lean and powerful calves. At the crotch, it was let out to a spectacular degree, enough for the masculine bulge to fit somewhat comfortably. It looked like someone wrapped a load of denim around an upright tire and two bowling balls.

Vivian's bright blue eyes blinked once or twice before she moved, her smile growing as she watched the two cats get over their surprise at her sudden appearance.

"Oh. Are you the manager? This place sucks." Carrine said, her tone dripping with condescension.

"You're right, it does!"

The wolfess's pelt went on full display a moment later as she reached down and unceremoniously pulled her sweater up and over her head. A light, creamy vanilla brown coated her luscious chest, now on full display to the two stunned cats. The light cream color continued up her neck and spread around her muzzle, while lower it coated her smooth and plush belly before disappearing her her jeans between her thighs. A darker copper brown covered the rest of her head, sides, and back, as well as the top of her long and overly bushy tail, easily as long as she was tall and almost as thick. The underside of the oversized tail featured a long and soft vanilla brown pelt. Her arms from the elbow to fingers, along with her legs from the knees down, featured a richer, darker shade of brown, almost black, fur. Vivian's enormous chest wobbled side to side, each orb easily more than twice the size of the two white felines. Her nipples were a pale blueish-purple, periwinkle maybe, and glistened in the light.

"Seriously, do you think we like chicks? Was there a case of mistaken identity? Excuse me, but no," Carrine snapped. Next to her, Marissa swung her arm out and snapped another selfie that Carrine lined up for with her, both grinning and pouting and throwing their fingers up, claws out.

"Ugh, don't post it, she ruined the backgrounffmmmmmmhhhh!"

The background of the selfie was the deep valley of cleavage behind the two white felines. The sudden muffledness of Carrine's otherwise high-pitched voice was due to the sudden forward movement of the wolf. Combined with Vivian's paws digging into the backs of their heads, they didn't have much choice but to faceplant into the firm, soft nipples capping each impressive orb.

"Ahhhhhh... that's better," Vivian said, her voice a low and eager growl as she massaged the two felines against her aching nipples. "Thanks for the recharge."

Angry, muffled words disappeared into the large wolf's broad chest as she kept pressing the two forward, squeezing them into her plush and yielding orbs until the broad flesh of her mammaries surrounded her own wrists and each cat up to their shoulders. The wolf's pants swelled outwards as she groaned, eyes closing and tail wagging furiously behind her as she draw back her paws.

"Oooh, yeah," Vivian gasped, moving her paws to the outside of her swollen orbs, hefting them and shoving them together, making the wiggling and kicking hips and legs of the two felines bump against each other. "Nnnnggh... hope we finish before my next... oooh... appointment!"

The wolf leaned back, thrusting her hips outwards so that the feline's legs kicked and bounced against it. She wasn't getting fully aroused or removing the pants would have been necessary, but she enjoyed the tune up as she squeezed her chest together, moaning again as the two felines were pulled deeper into the stretching orbs. Inch by inch, the wolfess's enormous chest stretched to new sizes, hanging outwards heavier and farther, the taut and firm melons sloshing and growling as much as the wolf herself was.

The wolf's nipples strained as she panted, groaning with pleasure as her body eagerly absorbed the two white-furred felines into her cleavage, using their mass to enhance her own body. She shivered as the familiar feeling of swelling growth stretched her pelt in every direction, pulling her heavy chest forward. Vivian's tongue fell out of her muzzle as she stretched her arms around her swollen orbs and clutched at the calves of the two felines, controlling their wild kicking before shoving them all the way inside. Her pelt immediately bounced outwards, smooth and round across her oversized breasts as though nothing had happened, though the occasional faint muffled grunt or groan echoed from deep within her sloshing, full mammaries, along with the occasional outdent of a foot or head. Vivian sighed, shuddering, hoisting her now massively overgrown breasts in her paws, jostling the fantastically large orbs up and down and rolling them against each other as they fattened up, filling her palms and spilling between her fingers.

A broad wet patch spread across the front of her jeans culminating in a wide river of pre-cum rolling all the way down the pants to the wooden floorboards as she crooned again, louder and with enormous pleasure. A little jiggle and she gasped as a purse, two sweaters, and a smartphone still set to record clattered to the floor beneath her after bouncing off her massive masculine bulge. There wasn't much of a gap for them to clear - the wolf's newly enlarged tits hung so low they easily flattened against her throbbing bulge from above, obscuring her smooth and fluffy belly entirely.

The wolf licked her lips, shivering as the fat nipples on the ends of her tits twitched and jiggled thanks to the twin-sized meal. Each nip was the size of a soccer ball surrounded by a lush layer of fur. As the last few pulses of growth sent ripples through Vivian's tender and sensitive breasts, she twitched her ears and grinned. A moment later, there was a knock at the door...

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Trevor stared at the mannequin-portrayed scene through the doorway, a sick feeling in his stomach. One of the figures swung an arm wildly towards the other figure sitting behind a folding table. The sound of the fox's own voice thundered out of a speaker near the door.

"You better fake it then, you little pipsqueak, or I'll make sure you regret it! Play along like a good boy and don't go looking for trouble!"

The ropes holding the mannequins upright sawed back and forth wildly as the loop repeated and repeated until Trevor lurched forward, hauling the door shut before backing away until he felt the black curtains on the wall behind him. He was tall, almost six and a half feet, with the red and black markings typical of a fox. The muscular male set himself apart with his physique, however, a potent and hard-earned body rippling with muscle. Being wealthy (despite those pesky bad investments his accountant took issue with) meant lots of time to train. It also meant being treated special his whole life, lending him an unbearable aura of smugness.

That wasn't present at the moment, however, as he realized someone caught him on tape threatening his accountant. He'd be in jail no matter who he hired or paid off. Unless... unless he could buy the tape. Promise to come clean once he could afford it. That might work.

The fox pushed himself away from the wall. Some haunted house. Similar scenes repeated in rooms two and three, each capturing his horrific threats and criminal statements in crystal clear audio, and each re-enacted by a series of crudely painted and arranged mannequins on ropes.

Who was behind this? How had they gotten all this dirt on him? His accountant... no, that shrimp wouldn't dare. He was too frightened. But who else?

The fourth room revealed the answer. The fox blinked as the lights turned back on, revealing the impressively large wolf's oversized rack blocking the only exit from the room.

"You! You're... you're..."

"An accountant, that's right," the wolf said, her voice a husky rumble of a growl. "And I've been keeping an ear out."

The fox stared, dumbstruck at the sheer size of her tits. Had she always had knockers that big? He doubted he'd be able to get his arms all the way around them. No, they were massive - each was the size of a bean bag chair, but she moved effortlessly despite their obvious weight.

And move she did, swaying and sauntering closer as he backpedaled right into the wall behind him.

"Look, I don't know what this is... but I can pay you. You give me the tapes, I give you cash, no questions asked, we both live happily ever after. How about it, huh?"

The wheedle in the fox's voice strained as the wolfess licked her lips, grinning down at him with pouty lips as her fat nipples swayed in front of his muzzle.

"You've been a bad, bad boy, Trevor," she growled. "Don't you know accountants stick together?"

"Look, I can't afford to go to court over this right now. I need a little time and then I'll come clean, honest! You don't have to turn me in!"

The wolfess purred as she leaned forward. Her nipples flattened into the curtains on the walls to either side of Trevor's head. Deep, warm, fuzzy cleavage surrounded the fox's head and chest as he felt her weight slide against him. The denim of her straining jeans squeezed across his muscular thighs and crotch, dragging his gym shorts side to side as she growled lustily.

"Oh, I'm not going to turn you in," she said, her husky voice vibrating straight into the fox's pinned ears. He sagged with relief into the warmth of her breasts, but only for a moment. "I'm going to turn you in... to something more useful!"

Trevor's legs kicked as they lifted off the floor. Vivian pressed forward, shuddering and growling, shoulders curling forward as she bent her arms, shoving herself against the squirming, desperate vulpine. Her backside rippled as she flexed, showing additional definition between her luxuriously soft and svelte pelt. Her biceps fattened up, growing rounder and harder as they squeezed into the sides of her breasts, squeezing them even tighter around the tall red-furred fox. Vivian's muzzle dropped open as she ground her hips forward, massaging her bound-up maleness across the fox's legs as his wheedling pleas turned into muffled whimpers.

The wolf's legs stretched, lifting her higher into the air, matching the growth of her arms. The deep vanilla tan fur on her belly grew taut beneath her breasts, hardening and bulging, growing powerful enough to show through even her deep coat of fur. The same was true over the rest of her body, as though she were sculpted from clay to detail each and every little bit of powerful muscle fiber stretching and flexing throughout her beefy, enormous figure. Her glutes pulled tight as they spilled out of the top of her jeans. The denim frayed at the seams as it slid lower, until her knees alone tore the pants in two halves. Her massive maleness flexed outwards and smacked not into the wriggling vulpine, but the wall where he would have been.

Vivian stretched backwards, head thrown towards the ceiling - now several feet closer than before. Her paws cupped at her enormous breasts, squeezing at the huge nips capping the ends, as her maleness flexed upwards finally free of the tight pants, dragging the dripping drip along the wall and leaving a string of clear pre-cum in its wake. The shaft was impressive and colored the same as her enormous nipples, a light blueish-purple, but was nowhere near as large as to sufficiently match her oversized chest and herculean figure. Cords stretched out against her thighs and arms as she squeezed her breasts together, hiding the last of the fox's toes as they sunk into her cleavage, disappearing into her growing body.

The wolf sighed as she relaxed, shivering as she felt the newly absorbed power coursing through her. Her belly growled as she ran a few fingers over the twelve-pack etched into her body. Washboard? More like granite. Vivian smirked and swished her enormous tail behind her as she padded back through the door. She still had more invitations to prepare for...

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The trio of otters in similar khakis and button-up shirts milled around the door as they waited for it to open. One of them wore glasses, and he spoke up first.

"Boy, weather sure is cold, huh?"

"Yeah, might be a good time to go catch some fish."

"Oh, yeah," the third one said. "I'm going fishing this weekend."

"You fellas tried that fish jerky?"

The other two otters nodded enthusiastically until the massive walnut door creaked open, revealing the dark hallway inside. A recording played of Vivian welcoming them to their personalized haunted house experience.

"Boy, a haunted house, huh? Wasn't expecting that from the invitation," one said. "I thought it was a fish fry."

"Mine said it was lutefisk."

"Mine said it was a special fishing equipment exposition."

"Well..."

Three furry brown faces peered down the hallway. Ted, Theodore, and Teddy ran a few franchises in the area specializing in fish. They weren't exactly the creative types when it came to things not involving the preparation, catching, and consumption of seafood, but Theodore finally stepped forward and grinned.

"C'mon, fellas, we'll check out this here haunted house and then go get us a bucket of fried fish."

"Sounds good to me."

"Count me in!"

The three otters jauntily strode down the hallway in unison. Theodore was the tallest, approaching almost six feet, with Ted and Teddy just barely breaking five and a half. Other than their heights, they sported identical body types: long torsos, short muzzles, densely furred coats, and slight bellies from their diets. They stopped at the first door and peered in with excitement when it croaked open.

As the noises of lips noisily smacking together played over a speaker, the three otters stared at the mannequins representing them at a table. The arms were rigged by ropes to gesticulate wildly, simulating shoveling food towards their faces.

"Huh. Not sure what it means, fellas," Theodore said. "Sounds like whatever they're eating is good, though!"

The other two otters nodded as they strolled towards the next door. The recording started immediately as the mannequins inside came to life.

First was Theodore: "Well, let's see, I'm sure I filed... oh, nope, it's right here. Never sent it. Was out fishing that week. Sorry. Is it important?"

Then Ted's nasal voice: "Sure, I sent it... oh, no, I forgot it right here. I think I took a vacation day to go fishing instead and wasn't at the office. My bad. Is it important?"

And then Teddy's lower, somehow squeakier voice: "Sure, I sent it to you. Last week I put it in the mail. Let's see... I... oh. It's here on the desk. I know, I cut out early that day to go fishing. Woops! Is it important?"

A steady stream of papers blew around the room, sent spinning and flying by a series of fans. In the middle of the maelstrom, three mannequins painted to resemble them repeatedly cast the sticks taped to their arms.

"They fishing? Fishing would be fun. We should plan a trip tomorrow."

"Can't go fishing tomorrow, fellas. We gotta get those franchisee account papers finished."

"Well, we can get that done in the morning and then go fishing."

The scene continued inside the room as the three otters conferred in the hallway about the best direction forward.

"I say we go fishing in the morning because that's the best time for it, then do the paperwork after."

"Agreed!"

"Sounds good to me, fellas."

Satisfied, the three otters strolled down to the third door.

"Wonder what it'll be this time," Theodore mused.

Inside the room, the recording started up, but after the first word turned into indecipherable digital garbage. The mannequins on the ropes in the room jumbled around aimlessly, knocking into each other and clattering along the floor as the rigging pulled apart above. The whole thing crumpled to an ignominious halt on the floor, nothing but a puddle of ropes and plastic body parts.

"Huh. Good try though, eh, fellas?"

"Yeah, I think I know what they were going for. Something about fishing?"

"Or maybe cooking fish?"

Vivian's exasperated face appeared in the doorway, causing all three otters to jump back at the sudden appearance of the familiar wolf. As Vivian struggled to fit her enormous chest and muscular body through the doorway, the otters stared, open-mouthed.

"Vivian?" Theodore asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm... nnnfff... trying to... teach you three... a... aaarrghhh... lesson!" the wolfess said, each word a gasp as she tugged herself through the doorway, snapping off parts of the jam in the process. She stood up to full height in the hallway, bathed in light from the room behind, casting an ominous shadow over the three males staring at her deep cleavage and semi-aroused maleness, which was easily as thick around as any of the three of them. "At least, I'm trying to, but you three are so thickheaded you wouldn't know a lesson unless you pulled it out of the water!"

"Wait, is this about the BX-3280 form I was supposed to send last month? Don't worry, I sent it today. Well, tomorrow. I was at the bait shop today and forgot. Sorry. Is it important?"

"Raaaaahahhhhhhh!"

The wolfess's growls filled the hallway as she lurched forward and, guiding her immense shaft with one paw, stuffed the speaking otter's head down the tip. Her urethra bulged, outlining his surprised expression as she leaned backwards, tugging her maleness up so that it curled up beneath her overwhelming breasts. The otter inside the warm, wet length - possibly Ted, maybe Teddy, but the distinction wouldn't matter in a few moments anyways - squirmed and kicked, jerking back and forth and stretching out the inside of her rippling stalk as it gradually tugged the slick and slippery male deeper. Soon enough his shoulders and torso disappeared into the distended tip of the wolf's huge length, until the otter was merely a bulge running the length of her massive cock. The shaft flexed and lurched between Vivian's breasts as she squeezed her massive biceps around the huge orbs, giving herself the best titjob she'd had in a while. Her huge, firm orbs squeezed against the wriggling figure of the otter sliding down her stalk until he reached the base of the fat length and proceeded to dive headfirst into one of her fat, sloshing balls.

The otter's weight tugged her left nut down, stretching it closer to the floor as the outlines of arms and legs and elbows and knees pressed through the skin in every direction, along with the occasional outline of a muzzle or tail. The remaining two otters stared in shocked disbelief as the wolf's powerful paws reached out and plucked them both up at once.

The two otters wriggled under her glare as she shuddered with pleasure, her thick arousal fatter and harder than ever as a series of lewd and horny squeaks - muted and wet but still audible - echoed from her testicles. Vivian's paws lowered the otters towards the base of her cock, bypassing her flexing otter-eating shaft and instead shoving them face-first into her sheath. It was simple work to shove her hips up against the wall and take her time using her large paws to force both otters deep down around the throbbing, musky root of her cock, until only the tips of their tails still wiggled madly between her sheath and shaft. Vivian's sheath stretched lewdly, bulging outwards and stretching around the two males trapped inside, but the ring of flesh and fur wrapped tight around the base of her mega-sized erection, preventing them from squirming out despite their efforts.

"Ooooh... ooooh, yesssssss!"

The wolfess slumped backwards, legs askew as her roiling sac stretched rounder and rounder over the diminishing movement inside. The warm, furry balls draped over her legs as her heavy erection flopped forward, trapped between her massive tits and testicles. A steady trickle of thick white seed pulsed from the broad, fat tip as she shuddered with pleasure.

A pair of glasses tinkled against the floor, followed by a button-up shirt and some khaki pants, but the wolfess didn't even feel them amongst the pleasurably thick, creamy blasts of seed from her packed, taut balls. Inside her sheath, she could feel the otters flexing as she rubbed her palms across them, groaning as she encouraged them to stand up and flex.

"Oooh... yeah... that's it... right... right there!"

The shapes inside her sheath stretched outwards to the sides, eventually forming creases and then separating from the original sheath entirely. They sat beneath the first, side to side, lurching and stretching inside the closed sheaths as the original upper length flexed with renewed need and urgency.

"Mmmmfff... ooh... huff... what a night! I'm stuffed!"

The wolfess shivered as she felt a new surge of pleasure - two surges, in fact. The two new sheaths opened, allowing the new, equally massive arousals hidden inside to grow out, stretching and thickening until they matched the original in every way, down to vein patterns. Identical in pleasure, as well, as the wolfess eagerly masturbated herself thrice over, switching two paws between the three massive cocks eagerly as they drooled pre-cum across her oversized tits. Below, the tan-furred balls stretched taut and smooth, only moving now as she moved her muscular legs beneath them.

Her fingers slid through the thick pre on her shafts, moaning as she felt her soft and smooth pads teasing the sensitive flesh of her hard phalluses. She switched both paws to her breasts and flexed her biceps, gasping as her powerfully grown body responded with even more pleasure. Her achingly full sac shivered as she got closer to her peak, losing herself in a series of moans and groans and sloshing and smacking.

The moment was interrupted, however, and her ears perked as she heard a knock at the door.

"Hello? Is this the haunted house Marissa posted about? Is it fun? Hey, Marissa, you there? Like, there's five of us here to see this awful thing!"

As a series of girlish giggles floated down the hallway, a wide smile crept across Vivian's face despite the alarmingly aroused bits of her body leaking all over the hallway. She licked her plump, full lips and lurched to her feet, stomping towards the door on massive legs, dragging her triple arousals and huge sac with her. The first step silenced the giggles on the porch. When she opened the door, she flashed her white fangs at the assembled variety of cats, dogs, and a cute, petite ewe, all of them in short skirts and revealing tops. The assembled group stared up at the massive wolfess, thumbs frozen above the keyboards on their phones. Her massive arousals lurched, shooting a triple gusher that splattered the entire group in warm, musky, intoxicating wolf-seed. Vivian's smile grew even wider as she counted almost a dozen treats clumped together and coated with her potent jizz.

"Hello, ladies... welcome to the haunted house. Allow me to show you in..."

* * *

Vivian's eyes stared at the ceiling. She wasn't sure what time it was until she tried to stretch out her legs, only for her claws to snag on a curtain and tear the whole thing, poles and all, from the wall. Shards of bright morning sunlight shafted into the room, blinding her momentarily. Her head bumped against the floor and she winced as the light stabbed her eyes.

"Nnnnggh... is it November 1st already?" she grumbled, rubbing at her eyes with her fingers.

The wolfess's hips rolled to the side and she gasped as she felt her broad, massive hips flatten against the floor as she sat up. She looked down, staring at herself as she realized just how large she'd grown. Each of her thighs was as wide as her backside. Nestled at the base of her belly, enormous sheaths in triplicate rested on top of each other, squeezed together in a tightly packed triangle of thick malenesses. Three identical periwinkle-colored tips hid amongst the fuzz around the outer rings of the sheaths, each as large around as a five-gallon bucket.

Her breasts stretched outwards, proud and firm, holding themselves up in the air and barely drooping despite their immense size and weight. When Vivian tried, she could get her arms just to the outside edge of her sensitive aereolae, now almost a foot across each with fat nipples as large her own head poking outwards from the centers. The powerful outlines of muscle on her thighs and belly were gone, replaced with plushness and heft. Her backside especially was wide, almost twice as wide as her relatively narrow shoulders. She glanced down her slender backside, ogling her own massive proportions and how her thick rear end swelled outwards, supported by incredibly strong and powerful thighs and calves. Her tail flicked side to side in large "S" shapes, stretching far longer than she was tall. It could easily curl over her head and reach down her front almost to the tips of her sheaths.

"Mmmmhhhh... I may have... urp... overdone it last night," she said, laying back down on the wooden beams in the sunlight. It danced through her fur and glistened across her nipples as she slid her paws down towards her hips, digging her claws into her deep pelt and feeling the power and thickness of her body after so many hearty meals. "I always did eat too much candy on Halloween... mmmfff..."

As if on cue, the three fat malenesses stretched outwards, pulsing and growing, thickening to full hardness within moments as powerful and lustful needs electrified the wolfess. Now wide awake, her eyes closed anyways as she stroked her paws down her triplets, teasing each in turn as they throbbed with urgency. Her aching nipples swung in the air as she shivered with pleasure, already close to the edge after just a few moments of intense rubbing.

"Ah... ahhhhh... ahhhhhhhhh!"

Three fat streams of thick white seed splattered across the ceiling and wall behind her, dripping down the black curtains and flooding across the floor. Rapid-fire bursts of huge globs of sticky, thick cum pulsed from the enormous blue malenesses with each passing moment as Vivian's huge hips rolled side to side, squeezing and clenching and flexing. Her massive balls pulled taut, powering out enormous quantities of her musky, hyper virile seed until she completely drenched herself in her own essence. The feel of the warm ropes splattering across her fat nipples only made her cry out with pleasure all the louder, until the very peak of her arousal caused her entire body to flex to a standstill, even her throat.

"Nnnnnnggghghhhaaaaa!"

A series of extra heavy, over-productive blasts signaled the end of her awesome orgasm a few minutes later. Included amongst the drippings were various personal effects and clothing from her meals the night before. Vivian grinned, panting, awash in several inches of thick cum slowly draining through the gaps in the floorboards, and watched as a pair of small lacy panties slid down the wall behind her. Two of her cocks stretched along either side of her while the third draped between her tits, all three gently drizzling a steady gallon or two a minute over her shoulders and neck.

The oversized wolf shivered and sat up again, gasping as her massive cocks twitched forwards and slapped wetly against the floor.

"This always happens when I gorge on the snacks," she muttered, eyeing the enormous amount of thick jizz dripping from her tan and brown pelt. "Hope I can fit in the shower still, or else it's the hose in the backyard again, and that's never fun..."

As she squeezed through doors, leaving a fantastic mess of thick seed in a trail behind her as she went, the wolfess's brain began planning already for next year... maybe she could do video instead of the mannequins. Those were a pain. Almost as big a pain as those lip-smacking otter clients of hers.

The wolf grunted, smirking, as she squeezed into the bathroom, glanced at the tub, and shook her head.

"Social media is ruining kids these days... looks like it's the hose for me."

The end