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Caul adjusted his jeans as he made his way from the coat check into the club proper. The fox was left in a tee shirt after doffing his heavy coat, and was glad for the lightening of the load considering how much warmer it was inside the club than outside. It was the kind of heat that came from hundreds of randy creatures enjoying themselves in a tight space that also held stage lights.

It had taken a great deal of effort for the vulpine to force himself into this environment: a strip club. One, because he was normally quite reserved. Two, because of the reason he'd been adjusting his jeans in the first place. Jutting over a foot in front of his hips was a lewd shape that had been specially tailored to be clung to by the denim, which also hid a series of supportive elastic straps which kept the shape of his currently flaccid shaft and heavy balls from impeding his ability to walk.

The impetus for gathering up the energy to get fully dressed and strapped in to be decent for public, just to go to a place likely to send his shaft swelling and disrupting all that work, was that tonight was this club's Pregnancy night. And, since this was a gay club, that meant one thing: the dancers would be men with taut pregnant bellies. Just thinking about it made Caul's perfectly tailored jeans creak in distress.

Tugging at the waistband of his pants again, the fox bit his lip. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all.

Then he spotted the performer on stage. No clothes in sight, the dark grey bull glistened under the stage lights, his whole body appearing well oiled down. His arms and chest were built up and clearly strong, but the traditionally masculine ended there. As advertised, he had a gravid stomach, the shape and manner of movement unmistakable. Fat jiggled and sagged, this was taut and moved as a complete unit. The bull's broad baby bump was graced with an outie navel at its apex, flanked by four tattoos. From where he stood Caul couldn't quite parse what they were, as they were black on grey. Supporting the great swell was a pair of thick thighs, attached at a wide pair of hips, leading to plantigrade feet planted at a nice wide stance on the stage. No doubt his legs were just as strong as his arms, but a layer of plush softness hid the definition of the muscles there, just adding to the feminine appearance.

The hyper vulpine started towards the stage, staring at the taut tum that was the center of attention, barely noticing that his bulge was parting the crowd for him as it strained against the fabric, the hidden shaft attempting to straighten out in such a way that made the shape under the denim form a 'bow' of sorts, better suited to cutting through the sea of eager bodies.

The bull, meanwhile was caressing what appeared to be his costars on stage, one with each hand, both worshipping the curve of his belly.

To the bovine's left was a glistening red humanoid, face like that of a proper human, but the color, horns, tail... those all gave him away. He was a demon of some sort, most likely an incubus considering where he was. He was mostly skinny, but his bare ass swelled in a powerful paired bubble just beneath the base of his whip-like tail.

On the pregnant stripper's right was a kneeling raccoon, his knees having to be spread out to make room for his broad balls, which pooled against the stage beneath him. As he licked along the side of the bull's baby bump, the mics at the edge of the stage picked up a loud wet gurgle, as those heavy balls visibly swelled larger.

"Just think how you'll be adding to that." The pregnant stripper spoke, his voice husky, a fry at the back, without turning into any sort of masculine growl.

The raccoon shuddered, as with another loud churning noise, his balls inflated far more noticeably than the previous surge. "N-Nyra..."

The bull, Nyra, grinned down at him, then at the audience. "What do you say, have they been soaking in their fate long enough?"

The crowd whooped, the mass of needy viewers clearly wanting the show proper to start.

"Each man I've claimed has added to this beautiful body of mine." Nyra stroked a delicately manicured hand over the top of his pregnant belly. "These two are joining their ranks tonight, mine forever. Isn't that right, boys?"

As the raccoon moaned helplessly, balls surging in size once again, the incubus crooned, hugging against his side of the taut dome. "Yes, Nyra... Take me as yours, forever..."

Caul came to a stop in the middle of the crowd, mostly ignored because of the spectacle on stage. Now he could get a clear enough view of the tattoos on Nyra's belly. They appeared to be figures curled in a fetal position, as viewed from the side. It was probably a good thing to have as a tattoo if you depend on guys into pregnant men like the fox for your livelihood.

On the stage, the bull beckoned the red demon to stand with a crooked finger.

The incubus did as instructed; revealing his hard arousal to the audience, and making his broad backside wobble from the motion. Standing, he was only a few inches shorter than the matronly bull, but the only thing to rival the stripper was his bubble butt.

Said ass got a firm slap, sending it jiggling all over again, Nyra grinning at the otherwise skinny red humanoid. "When I get this down, the rest of you will be a breeze." His manicured fingers dug into the bloated curve of demon rump, squeezing, before his biceps swelled out, as he effortlessly lifted the big-butt bad boy off the stage, up to shoulder height, then hefting him overhead like the flabby orb was a shotput the bull was preparing for.

Moaning the whole way, the demon wriggled, curling his toes in midair and swishing his tail about, the spaded tip causing a characteristic whistle through the humid air of the club. Red glossy flesh was bathed in the beams of the stage lights. The powerful pregnant performer smirked, looking back down to the raccoon. "Get under there, boy, my gut's about to get heavier, and I wouldn't want you to miss that." He crooned huskily, before looking back up at the scarlet humanoid. "In you go, butt boy." The bovine spread his jaws open, and started to lower the incubus towards them as his fat tongue lolled out.

Caul froze, eyes wide. This talk of claiming men forever. The figures on Nyra's belly didn't look fetal despite their pose, they were proportioned like adults. The fox quivered. Was this really what he thought it was? His jeans busted a seam, the top of his cock slamming against the ass of an audience member in front of him, sending him toppling forward, and starting a miniature mosh pit of struggling bodies. The hyper fox didn't notice, focused on the gaping jaws, and the beautifully formed ass being lowered into them.

As ordered, the churning raccoon grunted, sliding along the stage with his swollen nuts sliding between his calves. He repositioned himself until he was facing the bulbous belly from the front, and hugged it, kissing at the protruding navel. He gripped onto its sides, barely deforming the surface with his fingers, and shifted his legs until he got his feet on the stage, which gave him the freedom to start grinding at the big gut's underside, his loudly gurgling nuts starting to sway, just inches above the platform.

Nyra's fat tongue curled and cupped the incubus' loins, as his hand let go of that beautiful butt, instead grasping one of the demon's calves. His other hand joined in on the other leg, and both pressed upward until the red-skinned humanoid's knees pressed to his skinny chest.

The whole time, the incubus moaned and tried to twerk into that tongue's embrace, each motion making his fat ass sink a bit more into the gape beneath him. His glistening shaft poked into view behind the bull's tongue over and over with each needy gyration.

However, the broad bovine was ready to give the crowd their show. Once the demon's legs were properly upright on either side of his horned head, Nyra's tongue flexed, and suddenly the bubble butt dropped, visibly bulging the bull's throat. Strong arms flexing to angle the incubus further just accentuated the ass distension in his neck, letting the stage lights capture the beauty of the fat rump on the far side of bovine flesh, never to return.

Down below, the raccoon's nuts had started dragging on the stage again, having never stopped with wave after wave of growth, the heady churning sounds a fitting backdrop to the series of bass swallows and needy moans. The Procyon's sac visibly stretched and shifted as his hips fought against its own weight to keep grinding at the broad dome in his arms.

Whipping his tail about, the scarlet humanoid curled and splayed his toes where they were forced above his horns. He hugged his own legs with his arms, freeing the stripper's arms from having to hold them in place. The incubus let out a helpless moan as he dropped again with a bass gulping sound.

Nyra worked the broad butt out the base of his neck and into his chest. As he'd declared, once that was done with, the rest followed easily. The incubus' tail slurped in at one corner of the bull's jaws, while the demon's head was still just barely visible over the full, colored lips of the stripper.

The incubus got a moment to moan in full view of the screaming crowd, before he was drawn deeper, just his feet and swishing tail tip exposed. His face showed through that stretched throat, conformed to perfectly in the dark grey hide. The distention of demonic face clearly showed he had not stopped his ecstatic moaning.

The bull planted a hand on both red feet, and shoved inward, swallowing loudly again, and lowering his head to face the crowd, spaded tip of the demon's tail jutting from his full lips. His fat tongue curled and obscured it, dragging the last exposed flesh of his catch from view.

Caul watched, slack-jawed, as the last of the man's bulge departed the bovine's throat and settled into an ill-defined, writhing mass pressing down on the baby bump. Some distant logical part of the hyper fox's brain started to reason that the womb was far lower in the torso than the stomach, but what happened next diverted that remaining bit of processing power to the part of him feeding his lust.

Nyra spread his arms, then flexed into a traditional strong-man pose. An extremely muffled cry came from his belly, clearly the writhing man inside reaching climax, and then that lump smoothed down. At the same time, his pregnant dome stretched larger, weighing down heavier on the poor, needy raccoon below. The growth caused a vague shift in the arrangement of the four tattoos, from a square flanking the navel to a more trapezoidal shape.

An elastic strap snapped in the fox's pants, and the denim's meticulously arranged seams all failed at once, his shaft finally becoming exposed to the club air. The sounds of fabric tearing struggled against the cheers of the crowd as the incubus was fully claimed.

The Procyon beneath the sudden added weight of bull belly cried out, and white splatter spraying to either side of him and the bull's hips made it clear his inflated load was finally being released of its pressure. After the first couple gushes, the bloated sac visibly began to contract as well.

Stroking over the top of his belly, the bull let out a low of pleasure, as, with a creaking sound reminiscent of leather, his already wide hips broadened, and his nicely padded rump ballooned, layer after layer of luxurious ass fat plumping the twin cheeks. Nyra licked his lips as the expansion continued, a familiar whistling whip coming from behind.

Caul's eyes caught that the grey bovine's tail had developed a spade at the end of its length. The tattoos on the bull's belly were standing out better, but they hadn't changed color. Nyra's grey was warming up, gaining a tinge of that red from the consumed demon. And finally, cementing the claim, in a spot at the top of the formation of tattoos, another shape began to darken into place. Unmistakably a man curled in a fetal position, but this one clearly had the shape of horns, and a long thin tail. Now there were five marks, arranged evenly around the protruding belly button. Each one had to be a man the bull had taken.

The stripper caressed this new marking, sighing happily. "All mine now." He looked over the curve of his gut at the gushing, worshipping raccoon, who was kneeling in a puddle of his own spunk, well-splattered with the viscous substance.

His hugging arms had refocused into rubbing, smearing more of his seed into the bull's belly fur, fingers digging and kneading like a masseuse's. The ringtail's climax seemed to have finally died down, his balls visibly a bit smaller than when Caul had come into the club. That was still immense for a male of his stature, however, hanging halfway down to his knees between his skinny thighs.

"That's enough, sweetie. Time for you to join your friend." Nyra crooned affectionately, though the fry crackling at the back of his throat belied his continued lust. The big bull casually took a step back from the worshipping Procyon, and used that step to pivot slowly. The sheer impact the Incubus had had on the bovine's ass was brought into view, heavy, round and jutting forth proudly from his back and thighs in near equal measure. It wobbled with its mass at each movement, adding some counterbalance to the jutting dome of his pregnant belly full of five ensnared males. The tail above whipped with sinuous dexterity, significantly longer than before and seeming to have borne the brunt of the added red coloration gained.

Caul watched the ass rotate into view, and felt his own balls growl with the lake of spunk inside. The hyper fox bit his lip, as pre splattered forward onto the floor underneath the already rowdy audience members.

The raccoon, presented with the beautiful buttocks, fell to his knees, his balls nearly striking the stage as they stretched with the impact and bounced between his thighs, the mics on stage once again catching the sound of heavy liquid sloshing as they moved. Somehow he was still not spent, or perhaps he was just that quick to produce more.

In any case, the fat-assed bull wasn't wasting any more time with the raccoon. His tail twisted and curled loosely around the raccoon's shoulders, adjusting the angle of his worshipper's torso with grace in contrast with what happened next. His manicured fingers each grasped a handful of bovine butt fat and tugged apart until the fleshy pucker was visible to the audience. Then Nyra let his weight carry him down, tail slipping out of the way just before his pillowy anus crossed where it'd been wrapped.

The whole club seemed to shake with the impact as that titanic ass slammed down, obscuring all of the raccoon except a bit of his tail and his wiggling toes from view. The heavy cheeks wobbled for a good second after the rest of the bull settled into place, lowing out in bliss. The broad cow huffed, and flexed, his fat cheeks squishing together and raising his torso up by nearly half a foot in the process. At the same time the raccoon's last visible parts vanished from sight. Nyra relaxed his rump, settling down again, and then repeated the process with a low moan.

The fox shuddered, watching the performer repeat this rise and fall caused by the sheer mass of his ass, one paw pushing down at the top of the base of his shaft. If he hadn't it would be pulsing up in front of his face, high enough to obscure his view of the show. As it stood, it was still forcing the crowd to part in front of him by nearly another body length. Caul was transfixed, and gasped aloud as on the fourth clench, something changed.

Nyra's hips had appeared to contract, an optical illusion from the sheer size of those cheeks smooshed out to either side; each time they clenched and pulled in and under the bull's center of mass the illusion was complete. On this final flex however, they didn't seem to contract at all... and when he relaxed his ass, his hips spread out. Showing flexibility unthinkable for his girth and the size of his domed pregnant belly, he reached out and grasped the pole directly in front of him with both hands, and started to pull. The bovine went hand-over-hand, his muscular shoulders and arms visibly glistening under the hot stage lights as they worked.

It took a few repetitions of hand-over-hand for his immense ass to start to leave the stage, but when they did, his balls came into view. They'd been far from the center of attention until now, as a familiar gurgling sound travelled through the sound system. The crowd quieted down, all eyes on the by all accounts relatively diminutive coin purse the stripper was sporting. The gurgle turned to a churn, and the two orbs within the loose dark red skin visibly began to swell. As they grew heavier, the scrotum grew tauter. On the next roaring gurgle of production, the bovine bollocks seemed to be straining the hanging flesh, and then, the sac loosened, the whole mass dropping further down between the performer's thick thighs.

Caul shuddered. His own balls ached watching Nyra's flex, grow, and sag further in sequence. He felt his toes curl in his shoes, as he did all he could to keep from stroking. He was sure cumming on a performer from ten feet back into the crowd was against some rule of the club. The fox's tail fluffed up and twisted behind him, a venting point for his needy energy to escape as he watched the perversely erotic display on stage.

Nyra finally got himself standing on his own two feet once again, bent forward, the curve of his belly visible on the far side of his balls, which now rivaled the largest the raccoon's had gotten before he'd relieved his pressure. The bull pivoted again, his balls squelching and sloshing between his thighs as they were squeezed by the thick pillars supporting so much matronly male. The stage lights struck the gargantuan baby bump, revealing six tattoos in a hexagonal pattern, a curled up raccoon as the lower point, balancing the incubus as the top point, the original four taking the remaining vertexes.

"Oooh... well I'm full. It'll be at least tomorrow before I'll be able to add any more men to my beauty." The bull crooned aloud to the audience, proudly tracing his fingers across each tattoo, just barely able to reach while standing fully upright. Under the stage lights, it was easy to see the hide just around his eyes slowly darken, the claimed raccoon's mask making for some stunning natural eyeshadow.

The stripper shifted his hips and cheated his gut into a three fourths viewing angle to the majority of the crowd, which gave them a peek at the curve of his newly enhanced ass as well. "I've got six men, whole and mine. Who knows if I'll ever stop?" Nyra grinned out at the crowd, and then paused, eyes locking on something in the audience, smile turning brighter, more devious.

Caul realized exactly what the performer's eyes had locked onto. His eyes. The fox stood transfixed. He had caught the greedy bull's attention. He swallowed nervously, as his shaft throbbed needily in front of him.

Nyra licked his lips. "You know what; I think I have room for just one more tonight." He pointed straight at Caul, and one of the stage lights swiveled, focusing on the fox and his hyper boner.

Squinting at the sudden bright light, the vulpine shuddered. "I... y-you don't mean me, do you?"

"I don't see any other adorable foxes with dicks the size of body pillows in here." The bull teased, greed evident in the timbre of his voice.

Caul whimpered quietly. Some corner of his mind was screaming. Those men were gone, vanished forever into this bull. This horrifically large, round, sexy, beautiful... He quivered, as his shaft spat out another cup of pre.

"Oh come now." Nyra crooned. He stroked along his belly slowly. "Don't you want to know what it's like? To give yourself up to me? To make me so much better?" The bovine swayed his hips, sending a chain reaction that made his balls slosh, then his cheeks clap, as the dome of his pregnant belly rocked gently, seemingly insulated from the far more violent motions of the rest of his assets.

Before the fox knew what was happening, he was walking. He was striding towards his doom, or so his mind kept yelling at him. Caul let out a needy groan, the ache in his own balls spiking as his shaft bucked and nearly broke his line of sight with the beautiful dancer. Distantly, he could feel hands trailing over his body as he moved.

The bull grinned, continuing to slowly sway with a slosh and a clap each time he had to reverse directions. "That's it. Such a good hyper boy. Soon to be mine." He watched as the vulpine's clothes were torn and stripped from his body by the eager crowd, getting rid of anything that might prevent the bull from taking the entranced extra-male.

Caul hardly noticed that he was fully naked as he clambered onto the stage, helped up onto the platform by a myriad of shoving hands.

"Sit." Nyra grinned, pointing down in front of his belly.

The fox flopped down onto his ass, cock flopping forward before bouncing back up, sending strings of pre every which way. "A-are... are you really... going to..." The last of his apprehension was struggling to escape around his libido, his skinny chest heaving with his heavy panting.

The bull smirked, and took a step forward, grinding the immense dome of his pregnant stomach against the underside of the fox's glans, the outie navel jutting into the urethral ridge on the underside of the hot pink flesh. He began to grind and rub just by angling and swaying his hips, using only his belly to stimulate the hyper vulpine. "Just relax, and accept that you'll be on the other side of my belly button soon."

Caul's brows furrowed, and he arched his back. His tail fluffed up, and his bare toes splayed and curled, as his sac audibly growled, rivalling the surges and sloshes of the bull's own sac now that he too was within range of the stage's microphones.

"Just think, my gut another man larger, with your cute form curled up, shown you off to anyone who looks at my bare tummy." Nyra crooned, pressing more firmly with his taut dome.

The vulpine cried out, and a shot lanced from the tip of his shaft, striking across the incubus' tattoo and causing the gallon of fox semen to spread out in a fan instead of rocket right against the stripper's face. Caul's shaft jumped and jerked, balls visibly rocking on the stage as the underside of his shaft inflated and compressed with the sheer volume his body was forcing out.

The bull moved his belly to get areas the raccoon hadn't coated, getting his chest and arms well and truly saturated in the process, tilting his head back. "Join the six men in my belly, knock me up!" Nyra demanded, stepping back until his broad buns were flossed by the pole. His manicured hands grasped onto the still shaking, spurting cock's head and shoved downward as best as he could with the huge baby bump in the way, grunting as the full force of the next cum shot slammed into his newly oversensitive, oversized balls. The bovine took a step forward, taking one hand off the cock to tug his fully lubricated balls up out of the way. Another step forward, and he was impaling himself on the hyper cock.

Caul cried out again, only just having started coming down from his peak as the stimulation ramped up again. His upper body flopped down, his head hanging off the front of the stage.

Nyra walked forward until he was standing over the prone fox's hips, quite a bit of the tall cock buried deep in his enormous ass. Without missing a beat, he squatted, his weight forcing more and more of the hyper dick into his body. The bull cried out and slammed his palms down onto his knees, standing back up, before he repeated the process.

The overstimulated fox was drooling, his balls loudly churning and rolling themselves on the stage between his thighs as the immense stripper rode him like no one else had ever been able to.

After three more powerful squats, Nyra stood upright and bit his lip, grasping both sides of his taut belly. "Oooh, now hug that beautiful dick to your chest, big boy."

Thoughtlessly, the fox somehow found the strength to sit upright and wrapped his arms tightly around his cock, turning his head to one side and resting it against his own sloppy length, tail flicking behind him slowly.

With a grin to the audience, the bull let himself drop again, this time throwing his legs out to either side in the splits, powerful thighs, immense ass, and boundless balls coming down at once in a wet, squelching slam. From the audience's perspective, there was just a bit of fox tail peeking out from behind the bull's churning balls. And a lump had formed at the top of the taut tummy.

Caul's scream of pleasure was muffled by so much bull mass, but the audience saw the cum gushing out around that tail, no doubt backwash of the resurgence of his orgasm.

Nyra stroked over his belly, wiping enough of the sticking fox and raccoon spunk away to make the tattoos unobscured for the crowd, panting heavily. "Almost got you in..." He slowly, carefully got his feet down on the cum-splattered stage, and started to stand. The fox's dangling legs came into view, as his hips were still not quite inside the bull's pucker. Before the audience's eyes, the spaded tail, now showing a faint striping pattern along its length, looped around both of the fox's ankles and held them together.

The bovine stripper pivoted until he was side-on to the audience, and half-crouched again, planting his hands back onto his knees. His powerful ass visibly clenched and squeezed, the fox sinking a few inches in. Nyra moaned, as this caused the bulge in the top of his pregnant belly to shift and swell. He flexed again and again, and gasped as he realized what his next hurdle was. All of the fox that was jutting from his beautiful demon-enhanced butt was thighs, lower legs, paws, tail, and the hyper's balls.

Caul was lost in powerful heat, his own seed flowing around him as he was shoved around and felt the walls squeezing and pulling at him, but the reverse peristalsis never seemed to get him any deeper.

Frowning, the performer focused. "Not gonna let those beautiful nuts be what stops me." He panted, only just getting caught by the mics at the edge of the platform. He flexed his ass and rocked his hips at once, causing his broad buns to spread and slam together wetly around the fox's legs. He did so again, and again, feeling the girthy swell of the fox's balls straining at his pucker. Nyra kept it up, though, because he could feel each twerk spreading his asshole around that scrotum just a little more. The bull lowed out needily; the bellow hitching with each greedy clap of his ass around the vulpine's legs and balls.

The crowd cried out as they all saw the dangling legs finally yank up out of sight with a wet squelching sound. The bull's taut stomach swelled further, more and more of the hyper's phallus visible distending its surface.

Now that he'd overcome the fox's nuts, Nyra yanked his tail free of the spunk-lubricated crack, flicking it hard and sending fox cum flying in an arc off its spade. One more twerk sent the fox's legs fully up into the greedy rectum, and the next sealed the vulpine away fully.

The bull gasped, shuddering as his hide gained new markings, but not the tattoos the audience was expecting. Like lightning, stretch marks danced in a concentric shape around the center of Nyra's belly, showing just how close to his limit he was dancing. The angry purple of the marks accented his demon-tinged hide, and another cheer roared from the audience.

The front of his baby bump now had a ridge, which was clearly the hyper's cock. Standing up straight again, Nyra rubbed both hands along that bulge in unison, jerking down the shape of the shaft where it jutted from his bovine flesh. Egged on by the continuous roar of the crowd, he rubbed and stroked, trying to eke one more peak out of his most recent acquisition.

Caul quivered softly. He tried to thrust his hips, but he was so tightly held from all sides, all he could do was weakly wiggle as he felt something rubbing over his shaft over and over again. Despite having just finished cumming for a second time in so little time, he felt his peak rushing on him again. Somewhere in his mind, he made the connection that he was inside Nyra's belly.

The ridge jerked, and then the bull's taut gut swelled larger still, surging in size with each spasm of the bulge inside. Each shot of cum deep inside Nyra made that ridge less visible, and sent more stretch marks shooting across the immense dome of pregnant belly, chaotic and yet, somehow evenly spaced, even as more joined their ranks.

Not a drop of his peak was escaping out the bovine's beautiful butthole this time. The way was shut. Caul was trapped. And suddenly, the overfull belly shook, as Nyra's hips visibly widened in stance for the third time of the performance.

In amongst his raging peak, distantly, Caul felt something 'bite' at his belly button, but any discomfort was gone instantly. Warmth flowed from that point, even as his pelvic floor continued to needily flex to keep gushing seed into the chamber around him. He never thought about how he wasn't breathing anymore.

The pregnant bull gasped and cried out. His already heavy, churning balls started to gain weight again, in loud churning surges. But this time was different. Each pulse of size gained also sent a jolt of growth to his cock, pushing into view from beneath the taut dome. The humanish glans swelled fatter as it ground against the newly stretch-marked surface, pushing up from underneath it.

As this most recent set of changes started really getting going, Nyra panted heavily, and worked himself around to face the crowd again, legs shaky with the sheer weight, or possibly the sheer pleasure. As the tip of his cock surpassed the distance from his back to his navel, the crowd saw a new tattoo darkening into place. A fox curled up, hugging his own cock, with that outie in the small negative space between his scrawny waist and the girthy silhouette of the phallus that was powering the stripper's current growth.

Caul dropped from his climax, curled up in the depths of the bull's warmth. Distantly he felt the bull's heartbeat overtaking his own, the powerful rhythm surging into him from his navel outward. He began to lose consciousness, that steady waltz a lullaby, and the fox felt as though he was falling into something much larger. The bull's voice surrounded him. The last thing he heard before blacking out was the word "Mine."

Nyra's nuts churned, sounding like vats of cream being agitated by an industrial mixer, hanging down between his knees, and sagging lower towards the stage with each addition of size to his angrily throbbing red cock. The slit flexed open wide enough to fit a fist into easily with every pulse, and it was nearing twice the distance from his pelvis to the apex of his septuplet bulge.

That thought put the bull over the edge. A roar of seed churning in his nuts sounded out, now hanging nearly to the floor. The sac clenched powerfully, yanking them back up between his knees, and the crowd got to see the bulge of the immense volume of spunk rocket up the underside of the gargantuan engorgement. That flexing meatus spread out wide, and a cable of cream rocketed out, splattering and shorting out a row of stage lights.

Nyra didn't care, crying out as orgasm rocketed through his body. "Seven men are inside of my belly!" He pumped both fists into the air in victory, revealing that the hide on his hands and lower arms had darkened, stealing the 'socks' from the fox now permanently part of his body, stowed in the womb. The bull shook as his body triumphantly continued to shoot lances of spunk forth, gallons splattering into the screaming, cheering crowd.

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After the show, and a nice long shower, Nyra shoved his expanded assets into a pair of stretch-leggings, maternity wear he'd purchased with a loose guess of how big he'd be after the performance. He had managed to get his new hyper maleness to stay tucked into it, and tugged the clingy Lycra up the underside of his gut to give the taut dome support. Between that and his powerful genitals, the pants hardly made it halfway up the curve of his ass, clinging tightly and giving him a good set of rear cleavage to display.

Looking over himself in the mirror, the pregnant bull admired all the less sexual traits he'd gained from the trio of men he'd consumed tonight: The incubus' tail and a tinting of his scarlet coloration, the mask and tail stripes from the raccoon, and the elegant 'socks' on his arms and legs from the fox. On top of that, there was the septet of tattoos, putting his last catch at the center of attention, until the next man joined, and in amongst all those men displayed in their fetal resting places, was an array of violet stretch marks, arranged as if Jackson Pollock had worked in lightning. Nyra traced his fingers along the jagged markings, smiling. Naturally such things faded to white over years and years, but who knew how his body would adjust to even more growth.

He didn't bother with socks, shoes, shirt, underwear, anything but those skin-tight maternity pants, smirking into the mirror at how they showed off his beautiful body and giving one of his biceps a kiss.

Soon enough, the bloated bovine was out of the club and on the street, one manicured hand scooped up under his taut dome of men while his tail whipped happily behind him. His movement could best be described as waddling, between the mass of maleness between his legs, the width of his hips, and the sheer mass of his baby bump. He didn't seem to mind, however, making his way to a restaurant he knew would be open at this time of night. After consuming so many men in his way, Nyra was going to have to eat for eight.

A hyper black cock came from the bull's blind spot and slapped onto the top of the firm pregnant belly, leaking pre. Nyra turned his head to trace the phallus to its source.

A horse a head taller than the broad cow boy, with broad shoulders and pecs larger than Nyra's own, wrapped mostly in snug clothing, had apparently decided that the best way to get the stripper's attention was to pull his dick out and give that pregnant belly a slap.

Nyra casually traced his fingers along under the head of the black meat while making eye contact with the equine. "Well, good evening to you too."

"What do you say," The horse grinned. "I take you home and pump you so full of horse spunk you won't be able to stand?"

The bull smirked at the arrogant claim, continuing to slowly stroke and trail his fingers along. "Tell you what." Nyra practically purred, the seductive fry creeping back into his voice. "Buy me food for eight..." His smirk broadened into a grin. "Soon to be nine... And we can fuck all night, big boy." He casually brought his other hand up to grope the fat underside of the hyper cock, while his first moved to rub the dribbling splatters of pre on his taut tummy into his hide like a lotion. What were the odds that he'd find another hyper in one night? His belly could handle it, he was sure.

Nyra wanted eight men inside.