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In the hallway at the top of the stairs, there are several doors. You were instructed at the bar to enter door four. Upon finding it, you gently turn the knob and enter.

Clover is already there, casually laying on his front on the bed. The bull fills the queen sized bed enough that his raised hooves and knees are casually resting on the wall and headboard respectively. At the same time his elbows rest at the very foot of the mattress. His curves are well displayed in this position from the doorway, the hillocks of his beautiful rump rising nearly as high as the headboard does. His head is rested upon crossed wrists, a sultry pose indeed. His eyes light up as they meet yours.

You close the door behind you, blushing. "G-good evening." You manage as a pleasantry.

The bovine smiles warmly, shifting his hooves a bit. A low glrrrgle filled the space. "Oh, I hope you don't mind me still working on getting my last appointment situated while you're here." He casually presses up from the bed, revealing a mass of what could have been two smaller people or one large customer, swaying gently in his broad belly. The pelt of his stomach is bedecked with multiple markings, ones that you are sure to recognize as the signs of stored prey. Each mosaic of a face had been displayed for anyone to see when Clover was out tending the bar.

When the bull raises upright enough, you can also see the bulge of his loins in the tight black latex of his uniform shorts. "While we're waiting..." Clover casually trails one of his blunt fingers across the weakly squirming mass in his belly as it let out another wet sound. "What way would you like to come in?"

It takes you a few moments to realize you had been spoken to. "Feetfirst, p-please." You blush as you realize there's more options still to narrow down! "Oral!" You wince at how loudly that had come out.

Clover doesn't seem put off by your demeanor however. He merely gestures to the bed in front of him. "Please, lay down, feet at the foot."

You swallow, easing yourself out of your clothing as you approach. As you put a knee up onto the rubbery bedding, he speaks again.

"Saves on laundry bills taking them off first, clever boy." The bull croons playfully. "Would be cutting it close if you were leaving at closing."

You shyly nod your agreement. "I... uh... I was hoping for some teasing...?" You get fully onto the bed and carefully lay down on your back, your feet hanging off the foot of the bed. From this angle his great belly and prodigious bulge are on full display, making you feel tiny.

Clover smirks, leaning forward enough for you to see. "What made you think this was the position I was going to eat you in?" As casually as could be he leans further forward, placing his hands on either side of your hips in such a way that settles his round rump against his hooves on the wall, compressing against the headboard.

You realize too late that this places his hanging navel straight in front of your eyes. You start to reach up to feel the shifting form in the belly as Clover blocks your light sources with his mass more with each moment.

The large bovine then sets his writhing gut settling directly onto your face. He lets out a playful low as he applies more pressure, forcing both his belly and the mattress below your head to conform to your skull from the pressure.

You pant softly. Each breath you take is tinged with the scent of male, this large amazon of a bull is adding pressure slowly as you find it harder to tell what he's doing beyond that.

Clover shortly makes it quite clear, grasping both of your ankles and pushing with his knees off the wall. You are slid bodily down the bed until you feel its foot on the back of your knees. Of course, that concern is secondary to the fact that it allows the bull to lay even more of his weight onto you. Your hands that you had tried to push away with are pinned as much as your head is, and his chest pins your waist and hips effectively. The bovine gently lets go of your ankles, letting your feet plop to the carpet limply. "Now, stay awake or you'll miss the best part."

You can't help but moan weakly at that voice just managing to edge out the gastric sounds wrapped around your head.

The pear-shaped cow casually digs his fingers in under his belly and takes your wrist. He shifts his weight slightly to make it less uncomfortable for you while he pulls on your arm, before placing your hand square on his hip, just far up to feel part of the curve of his rump. "You've been hearing guests sluicing between my four stomachs for a bit now. But it's time for them to take their accommodations for the night."

You aren't sure what Clover means for a few moments, but then the stomach sounds grow near-deafening. The constant glorping glrking comes with what little solid forms you've been feeling fading away, and then there's a steady, repeated sound, like pumping. The heavy belly actually contracts and presses on you a bit less with each moment.

At the same time, to your astonishment you feel the familiar sensation of latex expanding against your fingers. The taut rubber shorts the bovine wears are stretching as the plump rump beneath pads out further. It feels like when you had held onto a balloon as you inflated it: soft and warm from your lung-air, jittering lightly against your flesh when the material overcame friction with your fingers to stretch further.

After a few more moments of this, Clover finally presses himself up off you again. You see two new markings on his belly, near where your face had been pressed. "Would you like to stay past tonight?"

You whimper. "You can keep me as long as you want..."

With one hand, the bull lifts you from the bed. "Best get started, then..." He opens his jaws as he deftly angles your feet right onto his broad tongue, leaving just enough room between them for you to see the dark passage awaiting you.