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When the door opens, his filled translucent belly precedes him. Kerry, the bartender and owner of the establishment, sways and sloshes his way through the doorway. The gel wolf is carrying your order within his amber form.

You are seated on the bed in a room within In the Mix's on-premises section. This sort of thing could be done out at the bar, but you opted for a more private experience. Your eyes cannot be torn away from the sheer volume of white fluid sloshing about in the inflated midsection. Is it all really for you?

Kerry closes the door, smiling. "Order's up. Now, unless you want to drink it, I'd suggest showing me where you want it." He gestures rotation with a downturned finger, starting to approach the bed and, more importantly, you.

Swallowing nervously, you finally manage to tear your eyes away from the mass of bull milk you ordered. You awkwardly get up onto your knees on the rubber bedding and pivot until your feet are resting over the foot of the bed. You lean forward to put your weight onto your hands on the latex sheeting and peek back over your shoulder.

The goo lupine strokes your hip soothingly with one hand, while you see him heft his gut with the other. Kerry isn't here to rut, however. Smoothly, he mounts, resting his belly upon your back as he lines up his impossibly slick shaft.

You turn your head back forward just before you feel your rear entrance spread. The snug ring of flesh stretches easily, the gel rod seeming self-lubricating, or at least well prepared. Nevertheless, a gasp escapes your throat, as your body responds to the sudden intrusion by clenching down those muscles.

Kerry strokes along your side, just below the ribs as his knot presses to the tensed entrance. The touch reminds you that there was no need to be tense. The gel wolf waits no longer than for you to relax once more to press his knot in with a slick pop. It immediately swells out to form a plug and the heat inside you increases intensely.

Your belly is suffused with the deep warmth as the contents of Kerry's belly gushes forth, no pumping required. On your back you can feel the sloshy mass of the gel wolf's stomach starting to lighten as the stretching grows more intense in your midsection. You shakily take your hand off the rubber sheeting and feel over your stomach. Your fingers meet flesh well before you expect to, a testament to just how many pints of bull seed had drained from the bartender's spigot into you. Your arousal rages from the myriad sensations and the very idea of what you are doing.

The wolf's hands join yours in caressing along your constantly swelling middle. The great gut he was sporting when he arrived has decreased to a pot belly, allowing him to more easily embrace from behind. His lips brush against your ear, and he croons. "Just a little bit more."

You swallow, panting softly. You wonder how you are still in one piece with those gallons and gallons sloshing their way into you. Somehow, it is not until now that you feel as though you are reaching your limit. The surface of your stomach is growing taut, the full belly within harder as the pressure increases. And then, just before you think you might burst, there's nothing left to fill you with.

The bartender stays atop you, knotted shaft acting as a plug to keep even a single drop of borrowed cream from leaking free. His fingers stroke and caress, drumming lightly in places, feeling just how well you are filled. It is hard to read his demeanor as affectation or genuine, having not spent much time with him, but Kerry certainly treats you like a prized lover, doting over your stomach as his muzzle presses light kisses to the nape and crook of your neck.

You blush, closing your eyes as you decide it doesn't matter if it's real or not. You paid for the experience of being filled so completely by the gentle wolf, and you would savor it. Your supporting arm, however, has begun to complain, supporting so much weight.

Kerry removes one hand from your midsection to press to the bedding and lightly eases you down onto your side, coming down with you due to his still tightly tied knot. The gel wolf, once situated, resumes his doting. He keeps this up for some time, before he speaks again. "You know... I may have an opening for a new server soon, if you'd be interested."

You are pulled from your reverie in your surprise at such a statement. "What...?" You manage, the blush returning to your cheeks.

"Could be fun having a walking cumtank around the bar, whose load you're keeping warm written on your taut tummy for all the customers to see..." Kerry practically growls as he paints a lustful picture for you to ponder.

Stammering, you feel your arousal flare up after having soothed to a base level of need without the pressure increasing. The idea of you, in one of the server uniforms, being so very full of your fellow server's seed... "I... I..."

"I'll let you think about it, cutie." He tenderly pats the side of your belly, before slipping away. You don't understand the feeling at first, because his knot remains buried in you, keeping anything from escaping. When you peek over your shoulder, you see he is standing with his groin nullified, having left his loins with you. They even pulse pleasantly against your sensitive bowels.

He waves, "I'll be back for your answer after you've had some time to process some of that bull milk... I expect it'll go right to your hips." He winked and turned, walking back out the door, leaving you nearly immobile on the bed.