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The scent of freshly grilled burgers had a way of bringing out the entire neighbourhood, and everyone was welcome to the Randalls' backyard that sunny summer afternoon. Over two dozen bodies were gathered on the grass, sipping beer or soda from red cups, idly mingling, talking about whatever it was that suburban neighbours who hardly knew each other talked about. Mostly it was weather and sports. Jeremy was seated on the outside, generally doing his best to avoid making anything resembling conversation. For one, he was probably the youngest person there, just moved in to his cheap dive of a rental home in preparation for his first university year, feeling a little strange trying to fit in at such a blandly middle-class sort of gathering. He was never one to refuse free food. Though aside from that, he was there for one very specific reason. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

A golden retriever like him wasn't exactly good at hiding what he was feeling. Every part of him seemed built to be expressive. Whether it was his ears, perking up and twitching, his warm brown eyes, open wide and staring at his object of obsession, or his briskly wagging tail, thumping back and forth against the plastic chair he was seated in, he was making it expressly obvious that he was admiring that massive woman in the middle of the crowd. People just seemed to roll with her presence, even as she towered over everyone else else in attendance. He'd laid eyes on the hippo from afar, strolling around the neighbourhood, or just tending to her garden, or sitting on her porch with a glass of lemonade. And every time he got so much as a glimpse of that immensely plump, softly enticing woman, his heart gave a leap. Eventually he was panting over her, like he was an amorous dog in a cartoon, but on a warm day like that it probably didn't look all that unusual. He hoped.

Through ambient conversation, he'd learned that her name was Candace. That was a good name. He rolled that through his head so much that he found himself mouthing it, almost saying it out loud. A glance around told him that nobody had noticed that, or at least they weren't giving him any sign they had. Just knowing her name was enough to fuel him for a while. In his fantasies, in those deep, intensive sessions by himself, stroking his dick to the thought of losing his virginity up between her smooth, shiny thighs, he hadn't known which name to call out until then. He still hadn't had the pleasure of being with a lady, partly for lack of interest up until that point. Right away, he was convinced there was no one in the world he wanted to be his first more than her. She was older, thicker, experienced. She knew exactly what she was doing. And the mere sight of her fully clothed body, wandering around the community, doing nothing in particular to intentionally entice him was enough to inspire dozens of cumshots from the eager young dog, in the privacy of his own bedroom, even hours after he'd glimpsed her from afar. Being that close to her was enough to get him trembling, glancing off to the nearby house and wondering how long he could hide in their bathroom just to relieve the tension.

He was sitting for a reason. Maybe he wasn't as hormonal as he used to be, but he hadn't felt that level of arousal since he first discovered jerking off. He was throbbing in his shorts. His sheath had fully drawn back, leaving his whole cock swollen, pressing up against his bottoms, forcing him to awkwardly cross his legs just to keep it concealed. Even his knot had fully formed, swelling out to a pulsing, flexing bulb that was more solid than his clenched fist, making his entire leg tremble every time it thumped along with the rhythm of his pounding heart. He didn't normally feel his knot get that hard until he was moments away from orgasm. Which might have meant he was about to cream his pants. He'd already soaked his boxers right through with all the pre he was pumping out. And that was all from just looking at that hefty specimen of a large, bulky hippo. He'd never seen so much woman, so much broad and maybe even motherly curve on display, packed into one person, and the sight of her gigantic bust, her broad hips, her big round butt, it all just did things to him.

She hadn't even looked his way yet. He knew she had to eventually, though he wasn't sure if he'd be ready. One glance, and she would officially be aware he existed, if nothing else. That meant she would be thinking about him, right? He curled his toes into the fresh-cut grass, not worrying about it staining his fur. One leg of the plastic chair beneath him bent to the side, strained by his squirming on the spot. He might have fallen over if he didn't stomp a foot down, giving a little yip of surprise as he felt his balance shifting suddenly. A couple people glanced his way at the unexpected noise, though they largely turned back to their conversations afterwards. It was with a great, seizing gasp that he noticed that among those people looking at him was the hippo herself.

It was just a glance. She laid her gentle eyes over him for a moment, and then looked away again, turning her attention to other things, other people. But it was enough. Now she knew who he was. She'd had her chance to size him up, and though her initial impressive seemed dismissive, it was probably just because she didn't know how he felt about her. Surely she'd pay him a little more attention if he actually approached. The only problem was actually doing that. He still couldn't stand, and he set to writhing in his seat, tugging at his belt, plunging his hands into his pockets to try to semi-covertly adjust his dick somewhere to a comfy position, or at least somewhere it wouldn't just be sticking straight out if he got to his feet. It was a pretty blatant process that he tried to pass off as searching for his phone or something. He hadn't brought his phone.

His tail was thumping even faster than his heart, whacking against the chair behind him as he shakily pushed himself to his feet. It felt like he was trying to prop up a dummy or a scarecrow, for how uncooperative his legs were being. They gave out beneath him at first, wobbling and buckling, and he had to lean on the chair for support. His head was spinning, like he hadn't eaten in days. All his blood was busy somewhere else, keeping his shorts thickly bulging, though he'd at least managed to get his dick into such a position that the fabric wasn't clearly outlining its every detail. Maybe he just looked well-hung or something. Maybe she'd notice that and he wouldn't even have to say anything. He muttered to himself, biting his lip, trying to think up the perfect first words to say to her, speaking them out loud, but as quietly as possible, just to see how the felt upon his tongue. None of them were quite right, but he couldn't stand there all day.

Every step was like a lifetime for him. He found himself aware of every motion, every flex of his muscles needed just to do something so simple as walk across the yard. The sensation of the grass upon his paws, the smoke rising from the nearby grill. He found himself overly conscious of the way he carried himself, every step feeling awkward, like he might just teeter over at any moment and make a fool out of himself. If he wasn't already. He was strutting over there like he was navigating a minefield, looking about as conspicuous as possible in the effort to look casual and confident. Surely someone was going to notice. But not her. She still stood, looking in another direction, fixating on a nearby wolf fellow he sort of knew. A bigger guy, a sturdier, older guy. Maybe he was more her type. Jeremy was going to have to act fast if he was going to grab his attention. Faster than that weird slow motion mime performance he was doing, anyway.

She was even bigger from so close. He felt as if he was in the presence of a titan, or perhaps a god. That hardly felt like an exaggeration to him. She was a creature of such massive heft, of size and proportions taken straight out of his deepest fantasies. She towered over him, exuding her cushy softness that had so tempted him from afar. His body tensed with the urge to simply press right up against her fat, to feel her sleek skin against his fur, to vanish into her padding and embrace her, squishing his fingers as deep into her gut, her breasts, her butt, as they could go. Her skin was shiny enough he could see himself in the reflection of her sweat, left with a blurry impression of his stupefied face. Mustering up all his strength, all his willpower, puffing up his chest as he drew in the air he needed for a greeting, he stood swollen up with his sense of purpose, heart hammering as he finally took the plunge and loudly cleared his throat.

Candace didn't so much as turn her head, nevermind greet him. He tried it again, and again, until a surprisingly short giraffe lady finally tapped him on the shoulder to ask him if he was okay. Blushing hotly, he nodded his head, and she left him alone where he was standing, awkwardly lingering right next to the hippo who couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him. Finally, he was reaching up as high as he could stretch, which still wasn't enough to tap her on the shoulder. Instead, he tugged on one of her sleeves, something which immediately made him feel a bit childish, but he didn't know a better way of finally getting her attention. Standing up on his toes to be more noticeable, he called up to her in a voice that was a lot higher than he intended.

"Excuse me, miss?"

She finally noticed him. It was just a glance, a turn of her head rather than her full body. He hadn't yet fully captured her attention but it was something, a start. Her eyes were upon him, and his were looking right back at her, bright and full of ambitious lust.

"Can I help you?"

Maybe it wasn't the initial reaction he wanted. She sounded more annoyed than anything. He could sense that his time was short, and he was going to have to make his case quickly.

"Hi! I mean, hello ma'am. I was just, uh, well I have been around the neighbourhood. I mean, I live here." He could feel himself derailing. Biting his lower lip, he took a sharp, quick breath, and tried to get back on track. "I've been meaning to introduce for a while. I'd seen you around, and I just thought, maybe, you and I might have something to talk about, and..."

He at least wasn't stammering his words, but he was certainly rambling. Every syllable came out at full speed, but it seemed to work. He cut himself off abruptly when she fully turned his way, dwarfing him, casting her shadow over him while he stood gazing up past her tits and to her fairly neutral expression. It was hard to read her, despite the broad face and mouth. She spoke sternly and succinctly.

"Are you trying to get into my pants?"

He jolted so far he looked like he'd been struck by lighting. If he wasn't so rooted the ground as if staked there, he would have keeled over, smitten by the entirely true accusation. She might as well have ripped off his clothes right there, for how exposed he suddenly felt. He didn't dare tear his eyes from her gaze, but he felt as if everyone had turned to look at him. Whether or not they really were looking, he swore he felt every pair of eyes fixated on him, observing him, judging him. Throwing his hands up, he made some defensive gestures through the air as if swatting off flies.

"What? I was just ... I didn't mean it like that, I was only trying to ..." He stopped himself before he denied it any more. "I mean, if that's how this ends up, I wouldn't complain, though I was just trying to make your ..."

The stare she gave him silenced him as effectively as if she'd seized him by the throat. She choked the words right out of him without even having to touch him herself. Rather than say anything, she just firmly planted her hands on her hips, making herself look even wider than before. A brief lick over her lips was the only other gesture she gave, leaving him bathing in her glare like it was the heat of a dozen suns, leaving him withering, barely able to muster up an apology.

"I'm sorry if that's far too forward, it's just ... it's just, I'd never seen anyone quite like you before, someone so ... so much. Everything about you, every detail, every curve, you're just. You're like a dream, and I ... well you've been there, and ..."

His face was blazing hot as he went on and on, spilling all his secrets, not caring who was watching, who might have overheard him making such a fool out of himself. He needed to get it all out. All that pent up desire, all those fantasies, all the overflowing admiration he had for her from just a few glances, it was bursting out of him as if he'd been punctured, his inhibitions gone. And he hadn't even been drinking much, but the moment amplified that single beer he'd slowly sipped down and made him feel like he'd chugged a dozen. Her response was to simply flare her nostrils, and sharply point at him, the motion so sudden he recoiled from it, as if he expected her to strike him. She might as well have, for the impact her four simple words had upon him.

"Take of your clothes," she commanded in a tone fit for a drill instructor or at least a very strict school teacher.

He blurted his response. "What? You want me to ... strip?"

She leaned down just enough that she was closer to his face. He could feel her breath upon him, warm and slightly flavoured with punch. She repeated her orders, emphasizing each word in turn.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes," she thundered, keeping her voice to a low rumble, the bellow in her throat not quite bursting forth until she forcefully added. "All of them. "

"But we're right here in public..." he protested, weakly. "Everyone's going to see, shouldn't we at least slip behind a corner or something, I don't, I mean I just -"

This time, her stern glare was accompanied by a slight grinding of her teeth, one that made him bite his own lip hard enough to hurt. The pain sprang him out of that intimidated stupor, and he soaked in her disapproving glare just a little longer. He knew right away. She wasn't asking him. He wasn't being given a choice. And while he had no idea what sort of consequences there might have been for disobeying her, he knew for a fact that he didn't have the willpower to even think of such a thing. So he did as she told, right there in the middle of the neighbourhood barbecue, starting with his top. If anyone was murmuring or outright objecting to what he was doing, he couldn't hear them. All the sights and sounds around him had fallen to a blur, a dull haze as he fixated entirely on the gorgeous hippo. His eyes lingered for a while on her cleavage in that sun dress of hers as he pulled his shirt up over his head. Then, with a deep breath, he continued downwards.

Everyone was going to see. Of course they were. There really was no hiding something like that, something so impossibly hard. A full, knotted erection came popping forth once he lowered his pants, his boxers doing nothing to contain it. He glanced down, and then only briefly around, but he couldn't really tell if anyone was watching. He was only thinking about her, his mind only processing information related to that hefty hippo beauty standing right in front of him. When he hesitated, she leaned even closer to his face, almost kissing him. Such an effort had her bending almost completely down, giving him a full look at her cleavage, and was he ever staring. He didn't bother with humility for a moment, pulling down his undergarments so that his dick was full on display for everyone to see, throbbing so hard the pre was spurting right out of it, soaring right down to the grass below, or onto the rumpled pile of his discarded outfit.

He didn't know what to say, and for once he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he just stood there observing her, looking up into her eyes with a bright expression of anticipation. She would know just what to do. He waited, quivering, his tail twitching even while it wildly wagged. Any moment now she was going to touch, going to blow his mind with whatever it was she was going to do. He had no idea. His fantasies hadn't covered this. Those had all been about private, intimate moments, about being pinned between her thighs in some quiet bedroom, but he knew that if he just stood straight, puffing his chest, letting her get a good look at that heavily knotted dog dick, she would know exactly what he'd love most. His expression remained just as energetic and eager until she opened her mouth.

She could open it so wide. He couldn't believe how big it could get. She stretched it open broad enough to fit his whole head, displaying those long, curved teeth like tusks, along with all the mottled ridges and the loose flesh of her impressive maw. And it just kept getting bigger from there, in a way that didn't even look possible to him. She gaped her jaws to the point that he could see straight down her gullet, watching it undulating as she swallowed her saliva, breathing warmly in his face. It felt like he was gazing into the universe itself, all the secrets laid bare before him as he stared into the abyss. Her throat was open to him up until a point, before the darkness took over, leaving him to wonder just what it looked like beyond that point. To him it felt like minutes, maybe hours he was standing there enraptured by the display of her maw, stretching out at such an angle to that he felt as if he could step right inside without hardly ducking down. He remained riveted to the spot, almost hypnotized by the enthralling sight, wavering, swaying, following the silent rhythm of her mouth. It felt to him that he could have lingered there forever, inspecting the intricate details of a maw that looked almost endless, finding something new to admire with flit of his eyes. And he might well have stayed there for as long as she would let him, if it wasn't for -

NOMPH

It was so dark in there. He wondered if he'd lost his head, at first. The sensations took some time to catch up with him as she enveloped his naked body from ears to belly in the slimy embrace of her massive jaws. At least he hadn't been impaled by her teeth. They were on either side of him, framing him, trapping him. He didn't get in so much as a squirm as his face remained muffled and smothered against her tongue, just at the back of her throat. Those muscles were working hard to contract around his muzzle, tugging him, dragging him along. She didn't bother to touch him, simply letting the strength of her gullet do the heavy-lifting, pulling him right up off his paws to let his legs dangle in the air, limply swaying as if he'd been paralyzed. Her lower lip rubbed up along the tip of his cock, reminding him he was still engorged, still hard as granite with the thoughts of what he wanted her to do to him. But he didn't cum, or even twitch, even when his dick was sliding across her tongue, slickly gliding into the darkness of her mouth, joining the flood of hippo spit that sweltered there in her saliva, his fur soaked down to the skin as she tasted over him. But it could hardly be called savouring him when it was over in a matter of seconds.

He didn't last any longer, either. Maybe it was a matter of stimulation, of all those slick details sliding and grinding over his bare body from every angle, or maybe he got some sort of peculiar arousal from the process of getting snapped up in a spine-numbing bite. Maybe he just couldn't hold the pressure down any longer, his sense of balance and gravity thrown right off as he was flung straight into her jaws. For all his numbness, he still erupted harder than he had ever experienced in his entire life. It was all over so fast. One sudden, clenching squirt, all over that broad hippo tongue, and he was laying out a whole gob of dog cum, letting it trickle to the back of her throat. All the anticipation, all the desire, all the dreaming of that single perfect moment of cumming inside her, and it was over in a single spurt. At least it was an impressive one, but it left him feeling even number, submitting to her gullet, knowing there was nowhere else for him to go but down, panting, drooling, tingling all over as the glow of orgasm washed over his tired, overheated body. It was so hot inside of her. He had never imagined that. But had never thought he'd end up her dinner, either.

They'd been largely ignoring him until then,even averting their eyes. This new neighbour boy, barely out of school, and there he was drunkenly stripping down in the middle of that gathering, after just a single drink. Or so they assumed at least. Maybe some of them knew what Candace was all about, maybe some of them didn't. Whatever the case, everyone was staring in those moments, the scene locked in place as if they were all posing for a photograph. People paused in the middle of biting their burgers, or sipping their drinks, even holding their breaths as that spectacle played out. One moment there were a pair of canine legs sticking out of a gigantic set of hippo jaws. Then followed a series of spit-flinging OMF GROMF noises like the churn of heavy machinery as she gobbled him down, still clutching a drink in one hand, using her tongue and lips to feed him into her throat. She gnawed him briefly, but such was the extent of her sampling, soon whipping her head back upwards as she straightened her spine, flinging his paws through the air, flailing his limp and helpless legs around as she started to pack him away with the sound of slurping spaghetti.

He was silent as her gullet enveloped him, wrapping him up from every side, squishing and squeezing his body to knead him into the humid darkness. To them, he was simply vanishing. He was hardly a bulge, hardly squirming. They saw his paws framed between Candace's impressive teeth, and then she gulped him straight down in a single swallow. The echoing GLURK that sealed him away inside her rang out through the crowd, washing over everyone like a tidal wave. He descended until there was a slimy thud as he hit the bottom of her belly, sending an impactful wobble through her layers of fat, right up to her breasts, maybe even her ass. That was the extent of his presence after that. Jeremy the retriever was gone from that world, the only sign of his vanishing being the great big hippo licking at her lips in the middle of the neighbourhood barbecue. It was only when she moved to retrieve a napkin from a nearby table, parting the sea of people with her presence, did everybody breathe again.

The collective exhalation blew through the crowd as she dabbed at her lips, and everyone returned to their conversations, for the most part. A couple people were still staring, their shorts looking just as tented as Jeremy's had been when he first approached. They didn't move from their spot, of course. Not after that display. It had all happened so fast, that some people found it difficult to even believe it really had, but for the doubters who remained, there came the rumble from the hippo's throat. It escalated, rising up through her body, building pressure until it erupted in the form of a truly massive expulsion of humid air. It was like she was simply bellowing, filling the air with a sound that could make a roaring lion jealous, blasting a thumping belch through the crowd, the ripples of force near enough to knock the smaller among them off balance, or maybe they had just been startled. For a moment once again, she had the full attention of every single guest, letting them witness the crude triumph over a young, dumb, horny boy currently packed away, hidden in her stomach. There wasn't any movement anymore, but no one could say if that was for him falling motionless or Candace was simply fat enough to hide any struggles he might have been giving. It didn't matter anymore.

Everyone relaxed when Candace fetched herself another drink. She was done, or so it seemed to indicate. Everyone left her alone for a time as she gave her stomach a few pats and slow rubs through her dress, sipping the boozy punch from a cup that could could have barely fit over one of her fingers. Eventually one of the wolves who'd been hosting the whole barbecue slipped up next to her, cautiously at first, then relaxing when she looked down at him and didn't snap him up in a single bite on sight. Bill cleared his throat, and chuckled softly, trying not to let his gaze linger on her belly for too long. From so close, he could hear it gurgling, quite loudly at that, squelching and churning rapidly as it worked smoothly over its slowly softening contents.

"I, uh. I didn't recognize him. Did you know his name? Just, you know. If anyone asks."

Candace shrugged.

Another wolf slipped over. Candace recognized her as Lisa, the canine swaying slightly after the drinks she'd knocked back, but still upright enough to helpfully inform her husband. "Oh, that was Jean's son. You remember her?"

"Oh yeah. I wonder what she'll say."

That made his wife laugh. "I don't think she'll be all that surprised, the way she talked about him. Smart boy, in some ways. Studying ... chemistry, was it? Other ways, not so much. She had to have known this might happen."

Candace finally gave something of a smile.

"Maybe he just wanted a more direct chemistry lesson."

The wolves laughed heartily, perhaps exaggerating a little. She didn't mind, and just went on.

"He seemed a nice boy. Perhaps another day, he might have had a chance. I just wasn't in the mood."

Bill nodded understandingly.

"I suppose you won't be needing a burger, then."

"I think a few more drinks will be enough, thank you."

"Of course. Help yourself."

They left her be, and she contented herself with the lay of the land, scanning over the crowd, examining each one of them in turn. There were a pair of jackals she was already coveting, seemingly a married couple. A handsome alligator to one side looked like a challenge. And she had to admit, the hosts themselves, two striking lupines, they were tantalizing as well. But it was perhaps impolite to eat someone after they'd been so kind to invite her over, and offer her some food. Besides, the boy was satisfying all on his own, weighing down her gut, swiftly slipping from the minds and memories of all who had seen him disappear. She couldn't feel anything distinct anymore. He was simply a weight, and his name was fading to the back of her mind, no longer holding high priority among all the other information while he digested. Her gut showed him no particular mercy, comfortably working, leaving her with a contented, full sensation that a few cold drinks only added to, washing down the flavour of over-eager, youthful horniness. Not that she minded such a thing upon her tongue, normally.

When she felt the gathering winding down, she added her empty cup to the tower in the trash and turned herself away from the party. It wasn't anything especially visible, but she could feel the energy changing as she excused herself, a third collective exhalation perhaps, or simply a more carefree atmosphere returning as she departed. She didn't mind it. It was natural to be cautious around a woman who could devour them in a single bite. But, of course, for every one of the people she'd spooked, for everyone she'd given a good reason not to wander too close to her front yard when she was sitting out on the porch with a glass of cold tea, she felt confident that she'd earned a new admirer to balance. She swore she could feel their gazes on her back, and her rump as she swayed in her leaving, and a brief glance back revealed no less than a dozen pairs of eyes jumping away or pretending to be fascinating with anything that wasn't her when she looked their way. That put a smile on her face, and she gave one more suggestive lick of her lips before departing, just to give them something to think about.

The summery day gave way to an evening that reminded her of early fall. She got out of her sundress and slipped into something warmer, a nice comfy violet robe with a sash tied tight around her waist. Though still loose enough to account for her firmer belly. It wasn't swollen so much as it was just heavier, bearing some extra weight, some of which might have even been what she'd absorbed already. Her meal was still sloshing around with her every motion, the liquefied contents of her gut jostling about enough to convince her to make it a restful night. She got stretched out in a recliner big enough to accommodate her heft, kicked back with a good novel about life a few hundred years ago, and lost herself in the words a while. That lasted until her eyes began to droop, her arms began to feel heavy, and she slowly succumbed to the temptation of a cozy snooze with her book laying open over one breast, her belly still giving some wet squelches and rumbles as it continued with its heavy work throughout the rest of the chilly night.

She awoke to the sound of birds chirping a pleasant song outside her window. A gust of wind blew the scent of morning over her face, and she took a deep breath of it before she bothered to open her eyes. Then she gave a sigh, stretching her arms out as she picked herself out of that big chair, cricking her back. Rubbing her belly came soon after. She wasn't all that much fatter, really. The only people who would notice were those who were right up against her, squeezing and admiring. That sounded quite nice, when the thought occurred to her, but she had something to take care of first. Moving over to the kitchen, she hit a button on the coffeemaker and then made her way off to the bathroom, humming to herself all the way.

First she removed her robe, hanging it up on a peg beside the door. That left her naked beneath, and she took her time making her way over to the toilet. Along the way, she gave a tap to a little device that she still didn't fully understand, but that was all it took to get some of her favourite music playing all throughout the house, a nice set of gentle morning tunes to accompany her routine. One of the cute neighbour boys had been kind enough to set it up for her, and she'd made sure to reward him for it. She couldn't remember his name, nor did she bother to recall whoever it had been who was putting some pressure on her rear, compelling to sit her huge rump down upon the toilet seat and get into a comfortable position for the lengthy process to come.

She yawned as she began to squeeze him out, letting the digested remains of the canine splash into the bowl below. There were no traces, no remains that indicated who it had been. He was probably mixed in with her other recent meals, unrecognizable after a night spent passing through a hippo's intestines. She wasn't paying any mind to the process, simply murmuring along with the tune of a song, not quite singing. It wasn't a pretty process, but it was natural, soft chunks of hippo shit splattering to the bowl below as she flexed taut and disposed of her meal, or meals, whatever it was. The heavy splashes were mostly drowned out by the sound of her songs, though she did remember to preemptively flush after a minute of shitting out the retriever. He wasn't near so cute after that digestive journey. He looked exactly like all the other boys who had found themselves at the bottom of her gut.

Several minutes more, and she was finally feeling relieved, all that pent up weight and pressure soothed after depositing that massive mess. Maybe her body wasn't the most efficient when she ate a whole person. There always seemed to be so much left over when it was time to take a dump afterwards. But she still felt good, reaching for some paper with a feeling of contentment washing all through her body. She'd save the real relaxing for when she was cleansed, and the rest of her waste was flushed away. Moving right from the toilet to the shower, she let the water run hot, hosing down her shiny hide, giving her a nice steamy tingle to go with that pleasantly plump feeling of being just a little thicker than before. Nobody might have really noticed but her, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.

She had to wonder how long it'd take for word to spread. They were so silly around the neighbourhood. She'd obviously given plenty of them a boner with what she'd done. No doubt all she had to do was extend an invite to some of the local boys, or even the husbands, and they'd be over without a question. And yet they never seem to talk about her tendencies in anything more than hushed implications. Surely the landlord for the now-vacant student housing a few houses over would realize he wasn't getting any rent shortly after the end of the month. She looked forward to seeing who might be moving in next. Maybe they might notice her too. She'd be waiting to see, out in her favourite chair on the front porch, her enormous presence apparently more than enough to make a certain kind of eager boy foolishly horny for her. Thinking about that sense of power, about the way she invaded the minds of others simply by being who she was, that put a little smile on her face as the hot water rolled down her soapy body, and she scrubbed against her fattened belly, feeling the way it had evenly assimilated the silly dog. She had to admit, she could hardly remember what he tasted like anymore.