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The new restaurant had opened without fanfare or warning. It had a tropical style as the decor out in front, and there was no line at all in front of it.

"A Taste of Alola"

"Huh, this place is new." Ryu the Lucario said as he stood in front of the restaurant.

"Yeah, wasn't this place just an empty lot last week?" Torch the Typhlosion said.

"Yeah, I remember." Ryu said, "You want to try it out? I could go for someone else cooking."

"You know you love cooking." Torch said, giving the Lucario a playful push to the side, but the two soon entered the establishment.

The inside had a very tropical vibe to it, with several tables set up and some exotic plants and vines decorating the place. It looked to be set up so that the customer would feel like they were in Alola, and just from a cursory glance, it was pulling it off. There didn't seem to be a server or hostess though, just an empty podium with a few menus in the cubby.

"Doesn't look open." Torch said, "Not sure why the door was unlocked, since no one is here."

"Maybe it's still in pre-release." Ryu guessed, before taking one of the menus.

He opened it up, and looked it over. There was the usual fare of salads, drinks, appetizers, all sorts of entrees and meals listed depending on the time of day and if it was to be a dinner, breakfast, or lunch meal. But what caught his eye was the back page. There was a small red button on it. The Lucario took another menu and noticed that they all had them.

"Huh, fancy, computerized menus?" He said aloud.

"Try it. Maybe it's a call button." Torch said.

Ryu pushed the button and waited.

Nothing had happened, at least around them. But when he looked around, he saw that a back door in the restaurant had opened.

"Welcome." There was suddenly a voice.

"Yipe!" He chucked the menu upward in shock, before catching it.

"You have accessed the secret menu for "A Taste of Alola." Please proceed to the back area."

"Guess that's us." Torch said, "Not much of secret if the button is on the back."

Torch took another one out of the cubby to look it over, but then saw that the back of the menu was simply a drink list. There was no sign of a button at all.

"Okay, weird." The Typhlosion said, checking another.

"Well, the button's pushed, let's go see what this secret menu is." Ryu said.

The pokemon pair headed towards the back where the door under the red light had opened. After walking in, they saw that there was a single table with a green tablecloth and two chairs across from each other. Unlike the rest of the restaurant, this had a bit more of an industrial look to it, with metal floors and fluorescent lights above them. On the table, were two different looking menus, and a note written with a fancy handwriting on the table.

"Welcome honored guests." Ryu said, picking up the note, "If you're here, you have been selected to test out our secret menu. This is reserved only for the guests that prefer to indulge in larger, fuller meals than the simple cooking of Alolan cuisine. As well as for those that consume in multiple ways. You may start at anytime, and to pick a meal, simply press the button in the menu next to the picture of your chosen food. Enjoy to your heart's content."

"Interesting." Torch said, taking a seat and then opening up the menu.

There weren't any pictures of prepared meals listed inside of the menu. There were pictures of Pokemon. All the Pokemon that were native to Alola, and only Alola. Upon seeing that, both Pokemon soon realized just what sort of restaurant they were dealing with, and smiles began to creep up on their faces.

"Oh, this is going to be a treat." Ryu said, and then pushed the button next to the Alolan Raichu.

A mechanical whirr filled the air for a moment, but then a panel in the floor opened up next to Ryu and a platform popped up. A plump Alolan Raichu was seated on it, looking a bit confused at the whole situation.

"Hey, where am...?" The Raichu said, before Ryu was next to him. He looked up at the muscular Lucario, who suddenly was yawning his maw open wide above him.

The Raichu yelped out in shock once before the maw of the Lucario was over his head, Ryu gulping over him, holding him tightly, and sliding the plump mouse into his mouth. His tongue slurped at the fur, making small sparks, but he kept swallowing the smaller snack down.

As the Lucario was eating, Torch was flipping through the pages as well. His eye caught a meal, and he pressed the button next to a picture of a Gumshoos. The same whirr came from his side of the table, and another panel opened. A Gumshoos on a platform appearing next to him.

The sounds of snarfing continued to fill the air, as the first thing the normal-type pokemon saw was a Lucario slurping on the long tail of the pancake-loving mouse, before the hot, steamy maw of a Typhlosion was over him. The mongoose was swallowed easily, the jaw of Torch stretching over and around him, his tongue slipping out to slurp at the meal, and the long body of the Gumshoos going towards the back of his throat.

The Lucario soon had a bulge sliding down his throat, pushing past his muscular pecs, vanishing behind his abs, and soon the Raichu was settled into his stomach. He patted his muscular front a few times before licking his muzzle and going through the menu again. "Hmmm...anything spicy...?" He said to himself, before pushing the button again.

The platform descended and then reappeared, this time with a Salandit on it. Ryu picked up the small lizard by the tail and held him up over his open muzzle, dangling him like a chili pepper over his tongue. He licked up and lapped once at the fire-and-poison type, before dropping him down into his mouth.

The heat was a minor rush to Ryu, making him drool. A bit of saliva escaping out of the side of his mouth before he sucked on the smaller morsel, extracting the heat and flavor from him before swallowing hard once.

The smaller bulge sank into his throat, moving slightly as it squirmed about, but swallowed whole.

Torch had finished off the Gumshoos and gave a hearty sigh of contentment. He patted his furry front twice before going back to the menu. The muscular Typhlosion looked it over, before pressing the button to summon an Alolan Marowak.

The process repeated. The platform descended and then reappeared with the new meal. Like before, Torch licked at his lips and yawned his mouth wide open, snapping up the other fire-type into his mouth. He reached out and grabbed with both hands to hold tightly onto the squirming Pokemon, and swallowed hard, stuffing him into his mouth.

Loud gulps came from the Typhlosion as Ryu went back to the menu. He needed something to cool off a bit from the spicy lizard, and knew just what to grab next. The button was pressed, and now a larger Pokemon was brought to him. An Alolan Ninetales.

The elegant ice-type blinked a few times before Ryu grabbed him by the front paws and snarfed over his face. The cool head of the ice fox felt good on his tongue, and he lapped over the larger meal, grabbing at the Ninetales underside and haunches to hold him upright. The fox's feet and front legs bent forward as he slid into the Lucario's mouth, getting swallowed whole. He did try to struggle to get free, his many tails swishing and back legs kicking, but the strong and muscular grip of Ryu was too much for him, and he was sliding head-first into the throat of the Lucario.

The Alolan Marowak was soon another struggling bulge in Torch's stomach, having made the trip down past his pecs, and his bulges pressed out against his abs, making face and hand prints on his stomach wall.

"I could go for some more." Torch thought to himself, grabbing the menu and not even looking at what button he pressed this time.

The next Pokemon summoned to Torch's side of the table was a Golisopod. The large bug was pulled up, and then Torch suddenly had an idea. The note on the table said that multiple ways of consumption were allowed. Which meant that there'd be no problem if he did what he had in mind.

The Typhlosion got up from his seat and stood over the tall armor bug. Instead of stretching his maw over him, Torch turned around and brought his rump over the face of the insect. He leaned back and pressed firmly, sliding his ass over the upper half of the Golisopod, dragging him up into his backside.

Torch panted hard, the large meal stretching out his rump as it slid over the prey, his inner workings clenching tightly and pulled him up deeper. The shaking and struggling making his arousal perk up and harden as he pushed and pumped back, swallowing Golisopod with his ass.

Ryu's pecs were flexing, helping to work down the Ninetales bulge in his throat as the last of the fox vanished behind his muzzle. He had barely swallowed before he pressed the next button, and brought to his side of the table a sizeable Midnight Lycanroc. He didn't even wait for the platform to finish rising before he grabbed the rock canine and brought his nose to the tip of his shaft.

Ryu's cock slit yawned wide, opening and stretching over the Lycanroc's face and head, sucking and pulling him hard before he let go. His cock was still hardening, and once the canine's shoulders were in his slit, he wouldn't need to hold onto him anymore. The lewd slurps and sucks of his shaft were enough to let him know he'd have him in his balls soon enough.

As Torch was still sucking the Goliopod into his ass, he grabbed another meal, pushing the Lycanroc button as well, but this time summoning a Midday Lycanroc. Like his night counterpart, this canine would find himself head-first down a penis. Torch's cock hole opened and engulfed the rocky canine, sucking him down his manhood as he humped forward and backwards, taking the two pokemon into him at once.

With over half of the Midnight Lycanrock in his dick, Ryu placed in another order. A Passimian was soon brought to the Lucario, who licked at his muzzle at the athletic Pokemon. His strong grip was soon on him, and he brought Passimian's face to his pecs, right under his chest spike. A firm flex bulged his chest out, pressing and pumping the furry mounds wider and larger, and engulfing the smaller Pokemon in his muscle mass.

Ryu's dick bounced as he flexed, bulging outward with more Lycanroc while his chest flared out, swallowing over the Passimian. His flexing chest pulled the tropical Pokemon deeper, working more of his body into him, his flexing and flaring muscles grinding over him, practically chewing on the Passimian to bring him into his mass.

Torch soon finished off both his butt and cock snack at around the same time, and was still very hungry. He knew what he wanted to eat next, and ordered up an Incineroar. The mechanical whirr filled the room again, and the nearly six-foot tall wrestler tiger was brought to him.

The Typhlosion's cock acted before he could even realize it, getting the Incineroar's face in his slit and then sliding over the rest of his head and face. The Typhlosion's tongue was hanging out of his mouth in bliss, while his stomach and balls wobbled and shook with the squirming Pokemon inside of him. He humped forward, working more of Incineroar into his shaft. The wrestler cat did try to struggle and fight, including reaching up with his strong arms to try and pry Torch's cock off of him, but all he succeeded in doing was stuffing his own arms into the Typhlosion's cum hole.

Lewd sucks and swallows came from Torch's shaft as it worked over the Incineroar, devouring him eagerly with his penis. His urethra was bulging, the shaking fight cat making a deep outline on the underside of his cock. But once Incineroar's pecs were swallowed up, Torch flexed his shaft upward, hoisting him upside down and letting gravity help his dick eat him.

On Ryu's side, the Lycanroc he was eating was a squirming bulge in his nuts, and Passimian was just a set of feet and a tail sticking out of his pecs. He crossed his arms under his chest and flexed hard working Passimian completely into his pecs. A slow sucking sound came from his chest as the swishing tail was pulled in. He took a moment to watch Torch cock vore Incineroar, seeing that large feline's abs slide into his brother's cumslit. Even though he had just fed it a Lycanroc, his dick was getting hungry again.

So naturally, the next meal that Ryu ordered was a Bewear.

The thick bear had half a second to notice what was going on before a hyper Lucario cock was over his head. The lewd slurping sounds were now doubled as the cocks of the two predatory Pokemon were fed in stereo. Both preys were fighting as best as they could, but the dicks on Torch and Ryu were too strong, with too good a grip, and the inner, rippling cum tunnels too slick for them to get any traction.

Incineroar would be the first to get a blast of hot musk to the face as his head pressed beyond the inner ring of Torch's cock, and dropping into his balls. Cum would splatter all over his face as he was dipped into the sea of fire-type seed. The flexing shaft would continue pulling him in, the walls of Torch's arousal squeezing over his muscles and pulling him completely inside, with the hungry cock swallowing him completely.

Bewear soon got the same fate, pressing into Ryu's knot and bulging the canine shaft out. The tight tunnel from the squeezing knot pushed him further into the Lucario's reproductive system, and dropped the bear into the furry, blue, cum-filled balls.

Their cumslits had barely closed before the pair hit buttons on the menu again. They were panting hard, stomachs squirming and nuts sloshing, but still feeling the lust and gluttony take over. On Ryu's side of the table, a muscular Kommo-O. On Torch's side, a Drampa with a thick and powerful muscle gut was brought forward.

The Kommo-O's scaled jingled as he was grabbed by the predatory Lucario and shoved into his cum hole. Drampa, meanwhile, was pressed into the hungry and gaping maw of Torch. The large Pokemon were being consumed with ease by the natural predators, with Ryu's cock oozing pre along the dragon's scales, making them slide down easier as his dick stretched and bulged. Torch's saliva helped slicken up his dragon meal, working him deeper into his throat as they were both swallowing Pokemon larger than themselves at this point.

"Whew..." Ryu gasped out, his dick working over the shoulders and chest of the chingling dragon. "How much more do you think you can handle?" He huffed a few times, "I'm thinking maybe two more myself."

Torch didn't say anything, as his mouth and throat were very full, but he lifted up his hands to his brother and gave him a thumbs up, before grabbing the thick butt of Drampa and further swallowed and shoved him into his mouth.

"Should make them worth our wild, yeah." Ryu said, moaning out suddenly as his dick swallowed more, the pulling tunnel sucking the dragon hard, while his squirming nuts sloshed even more as they prepared for more prey.

He had a good idea for what he wanted his next one to be, and once the arms of Kommo-O were stuffed into his penis, the muscular Lucario grabbed at the menu once more and placed what would be one of his last orders. He licked at his muzzle and could already feel the saliva forming as a massive Mudsdale was brought to him.

The mud horse looked around and then had a huge blush on his face as his head was stuffed into the gaping maw of the Lucario. This would be a big meal, as Mudsdales weighed more than even the legendary Groudon. But Ryu was still hungry, and the beefy horse would be in his belly.

The swallowing started nearly instantly, as Ryu's jaw stretched and tongue slurped at the feral horse. His cheeks bulged and he breathed in hard, sucking the Mudsdale into his maw and swallowed hard. He gulped, sliding his tongue under the ground-types chin and felt his throat start bulging already. His cock was throbbing hard at the taste, each movement bringing Kommo-O deeper into his nuts as the cum-soaked scales jangled as he was eaten.

Torch gave Ryu a look out of the side of his eye as he worked Drampa's huge rump into his mouth and kept swallowing. His chest and stomach were getting thicker and bulged out with the Pokemon sliding into his belly. He gulped harder, swallowing faster and faster and stroked his cock as he watched Ryu eat. He then pulled his head back and took the last of the Drampa down into his maw before closing his mouth behind it and swallowed hard. His tongue lapped at the last vestiges of the dragon before the bulge sank down his throat and vanished behind his pecs.

"Need any help with that?" Torch said, drooling slightly and wiping his arm across his muzzle as he watched Ryu work the front legs of the horse into him.

The Lucario shook his head, his cock slurping loudly as the tail of Kommo-O vanished behind his slit and he humped upward, grinding the head of his shaft along the Mudsdale belly. The horse's own dick was hard as well, oozing out as he was being swallowed by the hungry Lucario.

Torch had enough room in him for more, but if they were calling it soon, he knew just what he'd want the last few meals to be. There was one Pokemon from Alola said to eat everything, and Torch wanted to eat that himself. He flipped to the back of the menu, hoping that they'd be available.

He grinned.

They were.

The button was pushed, and then raised on the platform was Guzzlord.

The Ultra Beast was three times larger than Torch was, and his body was mostly mouth. But that wasn't going to stop the Typhlosion. The dark/dragon was going to be his nut butter, and already he could feel his cock growing larger to swallow the dangerous Ultra Beast. The throbbing, pumping penis on the fire-type was practically drooling pre before pressing the slit onto the dimensional invader and then stretching wide, getting any opening that it could, and then sucking Guzzlord into his cock.

Ryu was seated on the floor, his stomach bulging out widely as he stuffed the horse deeper. He had to reach up to grab at Mudsdale's strong rump and push him further into his mouth. His cheeks were flushed and he was starting to sweat a little, but he was taking the muscular hoss down. The rear legs were kicking out as his maw stretched over the belly, cock, and balls of the ground type. He gulped harder, louder, stronger, working more of his dinner into him. His tongue lapped and slurped, and his breathing picked up. He sucked over more of Mudsdale, and just needed the tail and hind legs in.

The two predators were getting closer to finishing off their meals. Torch's gaping and hungry cock was stretched massively as the Guzzlord was being pulled in. The Typhlosion's shaft aching and dragging the beast down deeper. His shaft was leaking pre like a faucet to ooze down the Guzzlord, but the near-circular bulge was heading down his hungry cock. His dick flexed and flared, working the bulge down past his stretched belly, with the Drampa inside pushing out with the others to make his stomach rumble.

The last sign of Guzzlord out of his shaft was one of its large pincher hands sticking out of his cumhole, but that was soon sucked up as well, completely engulfing the Ultra Beast in cock meat. Right as that vanished beyond view, Ryu sucked up the last bit of his meal into his maw, gulping hard over the tail before sending it down his throat. The bulge in his chest expanded out, before making his stomach bulge out so large that if he was on his front, he doubted he could have his hands and arms reach the ground.

Torch's nuts were at that point though, as the giant Ultra Beast was pushed into the tight ring at his base, and stretched his sac out to the point where his legs couldn't reach the ground. Even though they were very full, they still had room for one more in them, and could still reach the menus on the table. So, knowing now that everything was available to them, they placed their final vore order for the meal.

The last to emerge on their platforms were two of the guardians of Alola. Ryu having Tapu Koko brought to him, and Torch getting Tapu Bulu.

Even though they were both stuffed almost to the point of immobility, the predatory pair were going to take the time to enjoy the last part of their meal. Ryu brought his tail over to the head of the electric guardian of Melemele, and the tip of his tail suddenly opened wide, sliding over the fairy-type easily and pulling him into the Lucario's body.

Torch, meanwhile, took the bull guardian by the horns, and brought him to his chest. His pecs hadn't eaten yet, and the guardian of Ula'Ula would be a pec meal for the Typhlosion.

Sounds of pleasure and lust came from the two, working the legendary Pokemon into themselves. Ryu's tail gripped and sucked, pulling Tapu Koko further into the tight tunnel, his rump clenching as the tail muscles pulled him deeper, and Torch was flexing hard over the face of the grass guardian. His pecs swelled out, bulged, and chewed on Tapu Bulu, and he hoisted the bottom half of the guardian up to help his chest consume him.

And before they knew it, the meal was over. The bulge and outline of Tapu Koko vanished in Ryu's tail, pulled into his backside, and soon found the legendary guardian in the Lucario's stomach, adding to the outlines and squirming bulges. Tapu Bulu was slowly swallowed and pulled into Torch's chest, his pounding and beating heart loud enough to be heard as his pecs consumed the bull guardian. The squirms and movements continued in his chest before Tapu Bulu was converted into pec mass.

"That... was.... Delicious!" Ryu gasped out, patting his bulging stomach, feeling his abs tightening around all the Pokemon he had eaten.

"That was almost as good as going there!" Torch said, "I don't know how they got all those great meals, but my compliments to however they did it!"

It took almost an hour for them to digest enough in order to get back to their feet, and both the Lucario and Typhlosion were off-balanced slightly because of all the extra weight they had in their stomach and balls. But once they were steady, they saw that a check had been left on the table without them noticing.

"Whew, expensive though." Ryu said, seeing just how many zeros were at the end of the number.

"Worth it though." Torch said, belching loudly, his breath still faint with Drampa.

The pair had just enough money on them to cover the bill and tip, and once they placed it back on the table, a small hole opened up, leaving the pair a set of breath mints, toothpicks, and extra-strong condoms. Along with that, another handwritten note.

"Thank you for coming to "A Taste of Alola"! Please make sure to partake in our new establishment, opening at the end of the month, "A Taste of Galar."! You'll find your opening day VIP tickets at the door."

The two predatory pokemon grinned at each other again.

They had a dinner date set for month's end.

(Day 1: Tropical)

It was a picturesque day in the old small village out in the highlands. The weather was mild and the sun was shining and most of the furs in town were going about their day like nothing could go wrong.

One such fur was out in his back garden, doing some gardening and preparing some homemade vegetables that he had been nurturing for weeks now. Cabbages, pumpkins, and carrots were all cared for. The arctic fox was humming to himself as he dug into the dirt with a spade, and dirt crumbled off of his gloves. His white fur had a healthy shine to it, and although he wasn't built all that large, his gardening outfit hid his twinkish frame.

A jaunty tune was playing on his radio on a garden bench behind him near his lunch. It was tough, but he enjoyed his gardening. His sun hat was keeping the light out of his eyes as he continued working in the dirt, nurturing the plants and flowers. A lake near his property also kept the air nice and cool when a breeze blew in from that direction.

Of course, with a lake nearby, that brought some problems with it.

"Honk!"

The white-furred fox looked up from his work. What was that? It didn't sound like a car honk coming from the street. That was coming from in the garden somewhere.

The fox gardner leaned up and took a look around his garden. There was a hole in the hedge nearby, but that had always been there. Sometimes animals could sneak in through it, so he usually just had a crate blocking it and that kept most of them out. He stood up and checked the hedge.

The basket had been knocked aside.

"Goose must have gotten in." The fox said, before moving the basket back into place.

Another honk soon echoed through the garden, and the fox dropped the basket to go look around again.

Still no sign of any goose. Though, now that he was looking around, his lunch was gone. The radio he was listening to had fallen over and his sandwiches were no longer on the bench. His thermos of tea was on the side as well, knocked over by whatever ransacked his food.

"Darn bird!" The fox said, "Going and taking my lunch!"

The gardner grunted and started to look for the source of honks. If that goose had gotten in, he was going to chase him out. He took a few steps around, waiting to hear the telltale honk of the goose. He went over to his radio and thermos and put them back on the bench when he heard some rustling coming from the hedges in his garden. That was followed by another honk.

When he turned around, he saw the tip of one of his carrots being pulled into the greenery.

"I got you now!" The arctic fox said, hustling towards that spot in his garden.

The carrot had been pulled into the shrubbery and the fox went over and started to push the leaves and vines to the side. There, hiding within his garden and greenery, was the goose.

The goose in question happened to be eight feet tall, completely naked, a hard on thicker than the fox's torso, and snacking on the remains of the cucumber sandwich that he had prepared for lunch. The muscular goose flexed his pecs a few times as he popped the rest of the sandwich into his beak and swallowed it easily. Then, he saw that the fox had discovered him.

"Honk honk!"

The fox was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, the avian's grip powerful, like a vise. He then pulled the gardener into the bushes and the muscular goose opened his beak wide and shoved the fox into it!

The beak of the goose opened wider than the fox thought it could, taking in his head with an almost practiced ease. The goose closed it on the back of the arctic fox's neck, clamping down on him, and then he hoisted his head back, pushing his neck out some as it extended slightly past his barrel-like chest, and began swallowing. The fox was going down in quick bursts, sliding into the goose's beak and careening down his neck and throat.

The gardener tried to fight, his feet kicked and struggled as the goose swallowed harder, taking the fox off the ground as he gulped him down. The long neck of the goose started to bulge as the fox was going down, getting sucked down like bread crumbs to the large anthro bird. The goose's wings flapped a few times as he leaned further over his meal, snarfing down over his shoulders and chest. The rim of his beak snipped and nibbled at the heavy gardening outfit of the fox, eating that as well.

The shrubbery was shaking, as anyone from the outside would only see a pair of fox legs kicking wildly as he was pulled into the plant life, the goose still hiding himself and swallowing the gardener. He gulped down more, taking in his twinkish frame up to the flat stomach. Then, he laid back on the soft dirt, the fox legs now above the shrubs and sinking down deeper.

The fox himself was easily slipping through the goose's neck, and his head dropped down past the beefy pecs and into the goose's stomach. The throat muscles were easily massaging him and sliding him down, dropping him into the cavernous belly of the larger predator. The goose's neck shook a few times as he worked over his legs, tail, and feet. The gardener vanished from the outside world, as the last bit of him fell beyond the beak of the goose and dropped into his throat.

A loud gulp came from the bird, followed by a honk as the bulge worked down his neck and soon he had the fox completely inside of his stomach.

"Honk honk."

A deep rumble came from the goose's stomach as he stroked at his hard on a few times. The squirms in his gut were really turning him on, and he pressed his bulged stomach against his dick, letting the struggles of the fox rub along his shaft as well. He humped upward, grinding his cock along his belly, smacking the fox a few times with it inside of his stomach. He kept stroking himself off the whole time he did so. His dick throbbing, oozing pre onto his feathers. His muscles tensed and another loud 'honk' came from the goose.

Several ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering onto the leaves and vines around him, painting the shubbery with his sperm. His stroking grew more intense as he seeded the garden, cumming for two solid minutes with his belly wobbling the whole time before his orgasm died down. The goose honked again, a content honk, before he poked his head out of the shrubs. He was thirsty now, and he saw the thermos where he left it.

The large bird got to his feet and walked towards the gardening bench, his stomach hanging out as the fox pushed about and struggled inside of him. Faceprints and paw prints were clearly visible through his feathers before the goose went to the thermos and uncapped it.

The goose soon chugged the tea the fox had prepared to go with his sandwich, dousing his white fur in the brown liquid, which further mixed with the wet fluids inside the goose's stomach. It took less than a minute for him to chug the contents of the thermos before he just dropped it on the ground like an asshole goose.

The goose, now with full reign of the garden, pulled out a few more carrots from the ground and plucked the prized flower that the gardener had been cultivating. Mostly, though, he was just letting time pass as his stomach churned and gurgled, the struggles inside getting more intense by the moment. But, eventually, they started to die down and fade, and the movements got slower and more desperate. Soon, however, they went still.

A deep rumble came from the goose's stomach again, his belly unable to digest some of what was in there. The goose honked and hacked a few times, before a wet splat echoed in the garden. The goose coughed up the wet, soaked gardening clothes the arctic fox had been wearing. His gloves, his sun hat, and his overalls were wrapped up in a saliva-covered ball that the bird hocked at the gate of the garden.

The force of the impact hit the handle of the door and pushed it open. A creak came from the door, giving the goose access to the road and outdoor shop that was being run just down the way.

With his dick still dripping and his stomach flat again, the goose left the garden, hungry once more.

(Day 2: Goose)

"So a medium burger, an order of fries and a large coffee. That'll be six twenty-three."

The heavy-set badger took his tray of food and handed the cashier his credit card. A few quick scans and button presses and he had paid for his lunch. It was a nice day today, so instead of eating inside the fast food joint, he'd take one of the outdoor seats that they had. It was close to a main road through town, so it wasn't exactly scenic, but it wasn't too hot and there was a light breeze. It actually seemed like a day built to enjoy the outdoors. So the badger was going to get a few minutes of UV light from the sun before he had to drive off before his lunch hour was up.

He pulled out one of the metal chairs from the table and put his tray down before plopping into the seat. He unwrapped his burger and enjoyed the aroma of it for a moment before taking a large bite out of it. He chewed a few times before swallowing, and then took another bite.

"Caw! Caw!"

The badger didn't pay that much attention to the sound of the birds, but he did look up. There were about a dozen crows on one of the power lines that connected to the fast food joint. They were all perched up on the wires, looking down at him. They were probably waiting for him to leave some leftovers behind, maybe a few bites or some loose fries.

"Sucks for them, I plan to eat this all." The badger thought to himself before diving back into his burger.

"CAW!"

A much louder caw, deeper as well. That did catch the badgers attention. In addition to the murder of crows that were perched above him, now there was a truely frighting sight. An absolutely massive Corviknight was now perched between all the birds. The large armored avian was bulged with muscles and loomed not only above the smaller birds, but over him as well. But that deep cawing bird was still just looking over him, watching the badger eat.

"Wow, you don't see those every day. I'm not an Ornithologist, though. I work in accounts payable." The badger said. "So shoo. Shoo. Go away bird."

The badger went back to his burger, chowing down on the rest of the meat, as ketchup started to ooze out of the side of his face. Above him, a few sounds of wing flaps came, before another call of the crows.

"CAWW!"

The badger looked up. A few black feathers were floating around the massive Pokemon bird. But the smaller crows were gone. It was hard to make out, but the badger would have sworn that the beak of the Corviknight had black feathers sticking out of it. It also looked like the line that he was perched on was starting to sag. The electrical wires dipping down from the weight of the armored bird.

Not only that, but the bird looked to be getting larger, like his muscles were bulking outward in all directions, straining the pauldrons and armored protections it was wearing. The bulk of feathers heaving every so often with the large Corviknight's breathing.

"Must have scared the others off." The overweight badger said, before going to finish his burger off.

Once the bulk of the meal was done, he started to salt his fries and open up some of the ketchup packets that were in his bag. He took a small handful of fries from the container and dunked them into the ketchup before chowing down on them.

"SCRAAWWWWWW!"

The crow sounds were much closer, and the badger yelped out before looking up. The Corviknight was bulked out even further now, and clearly making the electrical lines bend under his mass. The metal was straining and cracking under the mass of his muscles, and his sharp eyes were looking right at him.

The badger went silent, slowly chewing on the fries in his mouth before swallowing. He slowly backed up from the table, still carrying his tray, and decided maybe he should eat the rest of his lunch inside. After he turned towards the glass door to go back inside, a loud "WHUMP!" came from behind him.

The badger turned around, and the Corviknight was standing right behind him. The muscular bird was enormous, and he only came up to the underside of his pecs! He could see the muscles bulging under those feathers, and then a single finger from the Pokemon bird took his tray out from his grip.

"You know what swole birds do?" The Corviknight said.

The badger shook his head no.

"Swole birds eat nerds, nerd!" Cawwed out the Corviknight.

The nerd badger suddenly had a strong grip on the back of his head and he was hoisted off of the ground by just one arm of the large avian. He was brought up to the birds pecs, seeing the throbbing muscles and nipples through the feathers. The Corviknight teased at one of his nipples for a moment, rubbing a circle on it with a single finger, before shoving the head of the badger into the chest opening!

"Nerds like you are good for pec food!" The huge Corviknight said, pushing the badger deeper into his nub.

"Noo! Let me out, I don't want to be pec food!" The nerd said, his voice muffled under the massive muscled chest and feathers of the predator.

He kicked and struggled, but the large birds pecs were too strong. The muscles dragged and sucked hard, working him into the tight space. His flexing chest bulged outward, clamping over the badger and sucking him deeper. He struggled and fought, demanding to be pulled out. But there was going to be no mercy from the swole bird. He flexed an arm under his pec, leaned forward, and clenched harder, sucking every last bit of him into his nub. The legs kicked out, but soon he was taken.

A thick bulge squirmed about on the right side of the Corviknights chest, the badger pushing out and struggling amid the muscles and body of the avian. The flexing sinews and muscles chewed and clamped down on him, squeezing him deep and molding and meshing him down into more muscle. Before too long, the badger was absorbed into the Corviknight's pec, his mass adding to his muscle.

"Now for what I came for." The Corviknight said, taking the tray that he had swiped from the pec meal.

He grabbed a handful of fries out of it and happily started to chew at them, pecking them out of the container and chowing down. Several caws and scrawws of contentment came from the gigabird while he ate the rest of his victims french fries. Then, when he was done with that, he stole the coffee as well and drank it down.

"Blech, hope this wasn't expensive." He said, before tossing the cup and tray to the side and then flying off.

(Day 3: Crow)

"Lovely night out tonight." Chad said to himself.

The black and red wolf had decided to take a weekend off from work and go out camping. The club could handle a day or two without him running the booth, and it would be a good chance for some of the other workers at The Den to get some on-the-fly training in. Besides, he owned the place, he could take off whenever he wanted.

The wolf decided he'd try to get back to nature with this. That meant no clothes at all. No casual work wear, none of his leather, just him au natural out on the campgrounds. Sure, he did bring a tent and a sleeping bag with him, as well as some marshmallows to cook over the fire, but the only thing he'd eat out here was what he could either hunt or fish himself.

He had just finished turning some of those marshmallows into a gooey golden brown and snarfed them right off the stick, and was now laying flat on the grass, looking up at the sky. He had chosen a spot at the bottom of a cliff outcropping to camp tonight, in the event he wanted to climb it in the morning. But for now, he was just enjoying looking up at the sky.

"Feels nice letting the breeze go between my knees." The wolf chuckled, reaching down to his groin and teasing his sheath.

The red tip of his cock started to poke free, and he licked at his muzzle slightly, the cool air making his shaft twitch slightly as he coorerced more of it out. It didn't take long before his full wolfhood was out, several feet of cock bouncing up and down a few times, as Chad stroked his dick, letting his knot inflate and balls slosh as his hyper arousal ached and bulged.

As Chad was toying and teasing himself at the bottom of the cliff, a shadowed figure was at the top of it, just above his campsite. Another wolf, this one blue and white, was looking out over the forest and at the many stars. The werewolf Jon Talbain was out tonight, lost in his own thoughts. After a few moments of gazing out towards the night horizon, he started to do some light kicks and punches into the air, making sure that he still had his skills, even at a moments notice.

The werewolf jumped up a few times, doing a quick spin kick, and hopped back down on one foot before turning slightly and jump kicking with his other leg. However, he had misjudged his landing. He came down on the balls of his foot, and hopped once. However, he accidently hopped off the edge of the cliff!

"Awoooo!" He howled out in surprise, as Jon Talbain began a great fall from above, turning and spinning in the air but only moving to plummet down head-first like a missile!

His howl echoed through the night as he fell towards the ground. And as the ground and earth grew closer, he saw the shape and form of the black and red wolf right under him, working his cock. Chad had just fingered around his slit, and it was gaping wide, oozing pre, when the wolf noticed the werewolf diving right down towards him!

It was a perfect ten-point landing, as Talbain dove right into Chad's cock, his head getting swallowed up by has gaping slit, and the force of gravity shoving the wolf deeper into his dick.

"WHOA HELLO!" Chad gasped out, his cock greedily sucking and swallowing down the unfortunate wolf, his deep red shaft gulping and working down his shoulders and upper body.

His dick clenched and pulled, squeezing Talbain down deeper into his musky, moist cum tunnel. The rippling walls helped pull and chew him down deeper, with his arms sucked down the thick red meat and now just his lower half sticking out of the predator's dick. His legs and feet kicked and struggled, but Chad's penis had a tight grip and was sucking him down faster and faster!

"Ooph, yeah... keep going... feels great!" Chad growled, gripping the Talbain bulge in his cock and squeezing him with his own strong hands.

Chad's cock continued to slurp lewdly and pull down the rest of Jon Talbain, the blue and white werewolf's struggles getting more intense. His long blue tail swished and his legs bicycle-kicked to try and get leverage to get out of the hungry cock. But it was no use. Chad's dick clenched, sucked, and pulled upward before giving one more hearty SLURRRRRRP and sucked the legs, tail, and feet of the werewolf beyond the pointed tip.

Snarls and snaps came from Talbain as he was squeezed and meshed down in Chad's dick, and the red and blue wolf gripped his throbbing cock near the head. He squeezed tightly and began to push down, forcing the bulge further down his hyper arousal. The bulge fought, but couldn't fight against all the forces working him down deeper, the muscular wolf getting smashed and bulged good inside the tunnel. His trip was getting tighter as he howled out, working down past Chad's bulbous knot. The two bulges near the base of his sheath then squeezed tightly, making the tunnel even tighter, and further forcing Talbain down the musky depths.

The cock bulge pulled completely into Chad's body at this point, and one more firm pull dropped Talbain down into his hefty nuts. To his credit, Talbain kept fighting. He pushed out against Chad's balls, making various facial and hand prints against his furry sac. The movements were so intense as Talbain struggled in the cum chambers, that Chad's balls were actually bouncing from his movements.

Chad grinned and rubbed at his sac with his feet, giving the impressions a squeeze and press. His nuts were filling with cum, dripping onto the blue and white wolf as he fought and struggled. His balls sloshed loudly, compressing and expanding, squeezing and grinding along his accidental cock meal. Still, as the minutes passed, the struggles and movements began to slow, and Chad's balls kept contensing and pressing onto Talbain.

With one more huff, Chad clenched his balls upward, giving them one more squeeze, and then Talbain was gone. Churned and dissolved entirely into cum, and sloshing lewdly in his predators nuts.

"Yeah, all your mass and energy is mine now!" Chad growled, drooling slightly as he rubbed his cock with one paw and his balls with another.

Chad howled out as the energy and mass of Talbain concentrated in his nuts began to flow through the rest of his body. His already firm and powerful muscles getting larger and stronger. His pecs pumped out and his firm abs grew more chiseled and cut. His biceps, thighs, and legs all surged with muscle and strength, the power of Talbain flowing through him. Each part of Chad was getting stronger, even his muzzle pushed further out, his sharp teeth glistening in the starlight.

His red canine shaft lurched out further from his sheath, several more feet emerging on his manhood as throbbing veins covered his mast. It soon shot out past over his heat, and his meat dropped onto his pecs, which he then began flexing to help rub his cock. The last bit of Talbain's essence was plumping out his cock, which he was soon stroking and jacking like a wild animal, using both hands now, and his pecs.

Another howl soon pierced the night, as Chad's nuts pulled up to his body, and the orgasm he fired blasted out of his cock like a hose. The torrent of seed carved into the rock of the cliff face, chiseling away extra bits of limestone and sandstone. The underside of his shaft bulged out with all the cum trying to force its way out of his shaft, and his slit gaped and yawned wide.

What was left of Talbain was a bubbling puddle of cum carved into a cliff, with his pants having amazingly survived the digestion in Chad's nuts, floating in the puddle. The rest of him was absorbed into the black and red wolf, making him that much larger and muscular, as he panted flat on his back from the rush of it all.

"Heh, well guess that takes care of dinner tonight." Chad grinned, wiping some drool from his muzzle.

(Day 4: Fall)

A thunderous roll of a ball echoed throughout the bowling alley. An eighteen pound black ball was careening down the lane. Seconds later, it smashed with a mighty crash into a set of pins set up at the end of it.

"Stttrriiiikkkeee!" The gazelle said, pumping his fist and giving a quick moonwalk back towards the lane. He did a minor dance as the pin machine reset the pins, and his bowling ball popped out of the ball return a few seconds later.

It was the third game of the night that he was playing, and he felt like he was on top of the world. His bowling average from this game alone was going to improve by at least ten pins. The first two were averaging around two-twenty, and he was on top of the world as he put his hand over the air blower and wiped his fingers with his towel.

"Hey ringtail, better get those celebratory beers ready, cause this game is gonna be perfect!"

The raccoon hated that gazelle.

He came in every week, was always loud and obnoxious about everything, and constantly bragged about himself to other patrons. And every week, he constantly proved himself right, by playing better and better each time. Every time he did, he got more macho, more braggy, and more of a pain in his ass. If he rolled a perfect game, then he'd never hear the end of it.

But for now, he just ignored the gazelle, and went back to running a few more numbers and spraying the rental bowling shoes. He worked at this bowling alley for years, and the noise no longer bothered him, but that gazelle did. He just didn't like him, and he thought the gazelle could tell as well, which is why he was constantly so antagonistic to him.

A few moments later, another crash of pins echoed through the bowling alley, and the voice of the gazelle rang out again.

"Double! Doubleicious double! Two-for-two!"

The raccoon rolled his eyes as the gazelle continued to make an ass of himself. He tried to focus on his work, but he had to look up again as the gazelle called out to him.

"Better add in some free nachos to go with that beer, cause the turkey's next, and I plan on going all night long!"

He had to keep the bile in his throat, but went back to clicking at his keyboard and then spraying more of the shoes. He tried to focus on some of the other bowlers, but the last one had just checked out. The gazelle wasn't even showing off to anyone, he was just being an ass to him and him alone at this point.

Another thunderous roll of the alley came out, and a crash of pins.

"Gobble gooble wobble ring tail!" At this point, the raccoon wasn't even looking up from his work, doing his best to ignore the only bowler in the alley.

Then, after a minute or so, the call light came on at his workstation. He figured that the gazelle just wanted to be a dick to him while he was watching, so he was planning on ignoring it, but after another ten seconds, he noticed that there wasn't any other sound. It's one thing for a bowling alley to be noisy, but quiet when someone like that was on the lines was unusual.

The raccoon glanced up and saw that the gazelle was standing by the ball return, his hand by the opening, and looked like he was waiting for his ball to come back. The conveyor must have dropped it at some point. One of those things that needed a manual fix.

The worked sighed and got up, and headed to the maintenance aisle to get to the back and underside of the lanes. The door opened and the machinery and computers were still, except for the one pinsetter that was active on his lane. Once at the offending lane, he found the missing ball, stuck along the return.

The raccoon was about to send it on its way, but then he stopped for a moment. He looked around, and then up past the ball return. The gazelle was still standing there, his hand dangerously close to the return hole. It was a safety violation, and could easily get his hand caught on the belt, but that just gave him an idea.

"Yo, what's the hold up, ring tail?" The gazelle shouted out into the empty alley.

Unbeknownst to him, the raccoon worker, while under the lane, had silently removed his pants and turned the belt off, before hoisting himself up right near the return hole. Slowly, he started to stroke himself off, jacking his cock with both hands, letting his arousal plump outward and fill up.

"While we're still young!" Came another shout, his fingers tapping at the belt.

Only now did the gazelle realize that the return belt wasn't pinning. But, that was a realization that came far too late, as he looked down at the ball return, just in time to see his hand that was dangerously close to the entrance get sucked into a cock that was sticking out of it.

"What the...!" The bowler shouted out, and tried to pull his arm out of the cockhole, but the slit clenched and grabbed his hand and sucked hard, dragging him past the wrist with surprising strength!

"Hey, what the fuck is this?" The gazelle shouted, using his other free hand to grab at the cock swallowing his arm.

That only got his other hand within range, and the raccoons dick yawned wider and sucked the other appendage in, stuffing both of his arms into his slit and now swallowing hard. The pulling was making the underside of his urethra bulge out, and the raccoon hefted himself onto the return lane and humped forward, sliding more of his dick out to suck the gazelle down his shaft.

The bowler kept struggling, but his arms were sucked up to the elbows now, and he was forced to bend in towards the ball return. He had no idea how he was being swallowed by a penis like this, but he couldn't pull himself free. No matter how he tried to yank his arms free, the hungry cock just pulled further, taking him deeper, inch by inch. The gazelle had to straddle the ball return now, his face pressing towards the entrance, and he kept shouting.

"Let me go! What are you doing?" He yelled out, before a strong and firm pull dragged his face right to the gaping cockslit.

A shot of pre splattered onto his face, coating his arms, and the raccoon's cock pressed to his muzzle before sucking his face into the dark, musky abyss. His shouting was louder, but now it was muffled, and he was being pulled into the ball return via cock now.

The raccoon huffed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and he stroked his engorged and swallowing shaft. He rubbed and teased the bulges his meal was making in his cum tunnel, as his penis rippled and tugged, working him down into his manhood. His cock yawned over the rest of the gazelle's head and antlers, and soon clamped down over his chest. He leaned forward, letting more of his dick out of the ball return, and sliding his gaping shaft over the upper body of the annoying customer.

He then turned the belt back on, setting it to the lowest setting so that the track would gently massage the bulge on the underside of his cock, making his dick throb even harder. It was like having one extra hand rubbing along the cock bulge he was sporting, which made him ooze and gush more slick pre over his trapped cockmeal.

The gazelle's struggles were getting more confined, as his body was pressed in and squeezed through the ball return and down the cum tunnel. His legs kicked at the machinery, making loud banging sounds as bowling shoes hit metal. But his struggles only sent him deeper down the turgid, throbbing cock.

Once his hips and thighs were sucked down the length, the raccoon pulled back, dragging the rest of his dick out of the ball return. He sucked a bit harder, feeling the gazelles hands and arms reach the inner ring of his cock. The tight hole at the base of his arousal tensed and then opened, musk blasting out right into the gazelle's face, making his eyes water and face sweat. His hands slipped further into the other male's depths, palms splashing into cum as his legs were sucked down further.

Then came the reason he pulled back. As he was sucking the last of the gazelle down, he untied the rental shoes that he was wearing.

"I know where these have been, and I don't want them in my nuts." He thought to himself, as he quickly pulled the bowling shoes off of the cocksnack and dropped them to the side, just as his feet slipped into his manhood.

His dick bounced and clenched, squeezing the bulge the rest of the way down. His cock's shape began to return to normal as the gazelle was slurped up, pushed through the ring, and dropped into the raccoon's stretched and sloshy nuts.

A lewd pop echoed under the lane, as his inner ring sucked up the last of the gazelle, and the raccoon huffed out, letting his nuts shake and wobble for a few moments before he got back to his feet. His sac was almost dragging on the ground, just an inch or so off of it as the gazelle pushed and fought inside the tight and hot chamber. Cum was splattering and splashing all over his face and body, as he moved as best as he could in the curled up position he was forced into.

"Well hey, you got a turkey, now I ate you like one." The raccoon said, patting his nuts and rubbing along the bulges.

He stayed down in the maintenance and ball return of the pinsetter until his nuts stopped shaking. It took several minutes, as the gazelle just seemed to refuse to digest. But, like anything else that was eaten by a cock, eventually the movements died down and his sac went still. The gurgles and churns of his balls echoing down there, before his sac sloshed and evened out, the bowler nothing more than a few million swimming sperm in his brown, fuzzy nuts.

With his pants still off and the shoes in his hands, the raccoon popped the ball back into the return and let it emerge with no owner waiting for it, and he exited out of the back part of the alleyway. His dick was throbbing and bouncing along his stomach as he came out.

The bowling alley was still empty, and he walked to the front of the lane that the gazelle had been working at to end his game. Once he was done setting the machine back to a new game, he stood at the end line and rubbed his balls a few more times. His cock was starting to ache and needed some release. He smirked and stroked his arousal a few times, letting it thicken and engorge again.

"One last shot, huh?" He said, "I suppose I can give you that."

He arched his back and stroked his cock harder, using both hands to grip and tug at his meat. His thick dick bulged and throbbed, pushing further out of his groin as he pumped himself. He huffed, sweating slightly before humping forward. Thirty seconds later, several thick white ropes blasted out of his penis, splattering on the bowling lane, giving it a slick oil patch as the rest dripped and flowed into the gutters.

He unloaded for two solid minutes, each pump gushing out more of the cum the gazelle had become, before he painted the lane white with his creamy cum.

"Heh, guess you stopped at Turkey." The raccoon said as his cock's orgasm started to die down and the cum flow reduced to a slow dribble out of his spent slit. "So much for your perfect game."

He stroked his dick once more from the base of his nuts to the tip to let any unshot cum drip out of his shaft before he pulled his pants back on and returned to behind the desk, placing the shoes in their cubby.

(Day 5: Turkey)

Chantecler had enough.

For months now, he had been crowing to the rising sun to let all the other animals on the farm, and the farmer, to wake them up. But every day they all slept in and blamed him for sleeping in. No matter how loud he crowed, they just wouldn't rise from their slumber. Now, now the muscular alarm clock had enough of their blame and scorn. If they were going to be such sound sleepers, then tonight he was going to see just how much they could sleep through.

So, in the middle of this night, Chantecler went to his normal fencepost roost. Just to make sure that all the farmhands and animals were sound asleep, the anthro bird let out a crow.

"Cock-a-doodle-doooooo!" He exclaimed.

Even though it was still three hours until sunrise, if any on the farm were listening to him, this would put an end to his plan. But, like always, no lights turned on either in the farmhouse or in the barn. Everyone was still sound asleep, ignoring him once more.

"Time to end this." Chantecler said, reaching down to stroke his soft meat, and then trotted towards the barn and stables.

Aside from himself, the farm raised bulls, horses, and warthogs. The other anthro farm animals slept in their respective rooms within there, in a more open-spaced home then normal. He had been there before, and hated how big it was compared to his coop. There was hardly any room for him to stretch out, and his dick kept smacking against the roof if he tried to jack off in there. But, after tonight, he could go anywhere he wanted and take any room for himself.

Once Chantecler opened the barn door, while still stroking his growing arousal, he made his way to the pen for the warthogs. Their part of the barn was a mess, and the three of them were strewn and sprawled out all over. The one closest to the gate would be first, and the rooster hopped on the gate and kicked his legs over it, and his long shaft dragged against the ground.

"Why yes, little pigs, I'll let you in." The rooster said to himself, as his dick tapped the nose of the first male and stretched wide over him.

The first pig was sucked and pulled into the powerful bird cock, filling out his bulbous head and then sliding upward into his shaft. The warthog didn't move a muscle, still completely out of it while he was being devoured whole by the cock's cock. No struggles, no movements, it was nice and simple, with the warthog sliding up and dropping into his balls with barely any effort on his part at all. Just the rippling and parabolic motion to suck him up for good.

"Next." He smirked, and turned his growing shaft to the next warthog, his dick yawning again.

The second male went in just as easily as the first. His body larger than the first, but still easily engulfed by the rooster's manhood. There were some light movements as he was pulled up his meat, but no different than any slight moves from his sleep. It was easy, almost too easy, for him to pull the second warthog up his cock and drop him into his nuts with the first.

The third was the farmers prized warthog, over a ton of pork, and jacked almost to genetic perfection. Muscles ripped along his body, and his shelf by his bed was covered in first place trophies and blue ribbons. But if he had any flaw, it was like the flaw in the others. He was far too sound of a sleeper.

Even though the porker was huge and powerful, once the rooster got his cock around him, he slid in like the others. His shaft clenched and ripped along his smooth body, going deep into the crevices of his muscles. Chantecler's dick kept growing larger, needing the extra size and strength to swallow this one up, but he was being swallowed nonetheless. With just under half of his body in his penis, the front end of the warthog was pushing into his nuts. His balls began to stretch to fill, and the other two warthogs in his shaft were being pressed against his walls to make room, but the larger male would be taking his cum bath soon enough.

"And in...you...go!" Chantecler huffed, his dick sliding over the back half of the other anthro, and pulling and sucking harder to engulf and swallow him. He'd have to open the gate, since his nuts would be dragging, but he could manage that.

A lewd pop echoed through the barn and stable once the back half of the muscular warthog was sucked into his meat, and the bulge slid down his stretched cock, the shape returning to normal as he passed through the cum tunnel. While he was still sliding down, Chantecler popped the gate lock and moved towards the horse stable.

The rooster peeked into their area, and smirked. This one was going to be easy.

Not only was each horse asleep, but it looked like they had just finished an orgy. Throbbing horsecocks were planted deep into firm bubble butts and other tails were swishing about. Bodies were painted in cum, making slick white splotches on their fur, but most importantly, they were all still deep in each other. Chantecler could swallow them all in one go.

As the last of the warthog bulge dropped into his nuts, making them slam into the ground as they sloshed louder, he unlocked the stable gate and waltzed in. With all of them out from a hefty and hearty post-coitus, all Chantecler had to do was grab the first set of hooves closest to him.

A black and white stallion was closest, and he picked up the legs of the horse and brought the hooves to his gaping cum hole. The rooster then slid the hooves into his cock, and let his meat do the rest.

The results came quickly. His penis gulped and swallowed, dragging the hoofer down into his cock. For every inch he went in, the stallion pulled another horse closer with him, the hoofer he had been topping getting dragged too. Even as he worked over the legs, another set of hooves were coming towards him. Chantecler let his cock stretch again to suck those in, and now he had two horses going down his manhood at once.

Slurp, gulp, schhhuurrrrp, schclork.

The lewd sounds of his cock swallowing filled the stables, horse after horse being pulled into his dick, dragged in by their connection to others. Cocks in rumps, muzzles around shafts, and all in between were sealing their fates to be rooster cock food. Some slipped in head first, others went in rump first, but the end result was the same. Chantecler's cock was bulging and engorged as horses filled his meat, making him sweat and crow involuntarily as his dick consumed the legion.

The bulge in his penis was almost as big as the weight in his balls, and he honestly started to think he had swallowed more than he could handle. But the group of horses were all in at least partially now, and he had to keep his focus to get the group down deeper. He could already feel the first hooves and faces drop into his nuts, the sound of his sac stretching to fill them all was clearly audible.

Chantecler's breathing picked up as his dick started to grow, stretching over more cum-soaked bodies and gushing pre over them to get the horses down. He humped in the air, feeling his dick slide over them, before finally he had them all. The last muzzle of a horse was fed into his cockhole, and then it closed and clamped over them.

The bulge was thicker and wider than the rest of his body, but his penis kept pulling, working the unconscious pile into his body. His balls shook, adding more weight to the already heavy sac, but the bulge was sinking. He had just swallowed eight of the largest horses he had ever met all at once, and under his own cock's power.

He was still panting as they were dropping down into his nuts, his balls audibly gurgling as they expanded to fit them all in his sac. He had to sit down for a second, using his own balls as a temporary seat until the last bit of horse left his cock. His dick was aching hard, yearning for release, and started the gurgling.

But there was one more meal in the barn. The farmer's breeding bull. The big black-furred hoofer was even bigger than the horse orgy he had just swallowed, and he needed to take the plunge as well. He was always the one treating him the worst about his crowing, and Chantecler was going to make sure that he was a huge load, even if nothing else of this plan came to effect.

Once his balls had settled enough for him to slide off his sac and walk again, he dragged his orbs behind him to the bull's pen. The large anthro bull was sound asleep, and his thick bullcock was throbbing hard, as he had fallen asleep sucking himself off. He often bragged about that, saying his own seed was better than any protein out there. Chantecler figured he'd get a kick about being turned into protein himself if he knew about this.

But he wouldn't. The throbbing cock of the rooster was still hungry, and he braced himself at the gate door and brought his penis to his head, letting his dick hole slide over his horns and slowly engulf him. Chantecler was still breathing pretty hard before he couldn't help himself anymore, and he slammed his hips forward, sliding his shaft completely over the bull's head, and his cock.

This wound up being enough of a start to wake up the breeding bull, his eyes opening to darkness and rippling flesh as he was being pulled into the rooster's dick. He shouted something, but Chantecler ignored him, insteady focusing on getting him deeper into his meat. His cock pulled hard on his muscular form, working him down deeper into his meat. His body was perfectly outlined in a nearly-skintight cock, and his movements and struggles did nothing to free him. His sac was almost bouncing, as now the other farm animals were waking up as well, and putting up a fight in his balls to try and get out.

"Sorry guys, but the only thing that comes out of this cock's cock is cum!" He said, sucking over the bulls arms and pecs, as well as the thickest trunk of his cock. He stepped forward, helping his penis swallow the black-furred hoofer as he tried to find some sort of leverage to escape. But escape wouldn't come. The hyper arousal was taking him deeper, and deeper, his face pressing through the rooster's inner ring and shoving his horned head into his nuts. The others tried to get out of the way of the horns, further pressing themselves against his ball walls.

This meal took nearly twenty minutes to get completely down. His thick body was just large enough, and fighting just hard enough, to make it seem like he would escape. But soon, just his hooves were sticking out, and at the twenty minute mark, they were pulled in completely by the rippling shaft.

"In you go asshole." Chantecler said. "Shame you won't see another sunrise."

The bulge in his penis was sinking down deeper and deeper, and he could hardly move after having so many men fighting in his balls. But, he could still drag himself out of the barn. His last destination was the farmhouse. He definitely wanted to save him for last.

He didn't wait till his cock was done feasting to make that slow trek, knowing that the longer he waited, the more likely the farmer would wake up on his own. So even with his balls shaking like a bounce house, he made his way out of the barn and to the residency. There would be no way he could get his sac through the door, however,, but he also knew the farmer slept with his window open on the second floor.

His cock was just large enough and long enough to reach in, if he sat on his balls.

Chantecler adjusted himself on his squirming sac and let his cock snake up the outside wall and into the open window. The white rabbit wouldn't suspect a thing as his dick slid in. He felt his cockhead bump into something solid, and then the lamp crashed to the ground. He hit the dresser next to the bed with his cockhead. And then he heard a drowsy voice.

"What the heck in that?" Said the rabbit.

"Cock-a-doodle doo." Chantecler said, his shaft yawning wide and then humping upward.

He felt his shaft hit paydirt as the familiar feeling of a body slipped into his cockhead, his engorged and stretched shaft easily taking in the smallest male on the property. He didn't even press against the entire cyllander of his cum tunnel, as a firm pull was enough to suck him completely into his shaft, and with his dick pointed upward, gravity dropped him quickly into his balls.

The farmer didn't add any noticeable heft to his nuts.

Chantecler laid back down on his sac, rubbing his talons along his balls and stroking his cock idly as the men inside still fought to get out of his cum chambers. If he had to guess, it would be after sunrise before they were all hot cum in his nuts. So what the rooster decided to do was take a nap on his engorged nuts, letting the squirms and wiggles inside of him lull him to sleep, like he was on a boat on the waves.

"First time I've gotten to sleep past sunrise." He said with a yawn, resting on his digesting, churning sac.

(Day 6: Rooster)

"Whew, long day. Just about ready to flop into maah bed."

Zeryx the ram was just slipping out of his lab coat and getting it to the facility laundry, letting the rest of his naked body exposed before putting a few things away in his drawer. He double-checked everything at his desk and then got his key and locked his office up, ready to head out. What the hoofer didn't hear were the sounds of paw pads coming up behind him, until he turned around and suddenly walked face-first into fuzzy floof.

"Maah?" The ram said, bumping into a very large feral Arcanine chest, and backing up to push himself out of the fuzz.

"Well, well, well, look what I found." Came the voice from the big firedog.

Zeryx bumped his butt against his office door before seeing the full size of the very large Arcanine in front of him.

"Goodness, you're here very late Thrash." The ram said, recognizing the Arc.

"Work can run late, you know that, but I decided to come here to get dinner." The feral firedog grinned, his teeth glistening slightly as he looked down on the ram, "A very large dinner. Cause I'm very hungry."

The ram was suddenly assaulted by a large muzzle and a thick, wet tongue that slurped up his body, going from his knees and slowly, teasingly, going up the sheep's legs, teasing his exposed groin, and then sliding up his stomach, chest, and to his face. The powerful slurp actually lifted Zeryx off of his hooves, and when Thrash was done giving that full-body lick to the ram, he fell on his rump, covered in saliva and blushing hotly.

"Maaaahhh!" The ram said, now able to see under the large feral.

Thrash's belly was hanging much lower than normal, and there were already movements and wiggles inside of it, making it swing slightly, like a hammock between his four legs. His shaft was also out of its sheath, throbbing upward, and bouncing along the underside of his full belly.

"You...already...uhhh..." The black-fleeced ram huffed, cheeks red.

"Yeah, I'm still hungry though." Thrash grinned, before approaching the ram and then flopping on him.

The ram oophed out as the big feral plopped his huge body on the prone ram, letting all of his weight press on him, his soft gut right over the sheep's face and horns, and laying on the hallway of the lab. Zeryx was getting a face full of hungry Arcanine gut, the fur and belly of the firedog pressing over his upper half. Each movement and struggle of prey already inside of his stomach pressed against the hoofer, and Thrash teased some more by licking at the edges of the ram's horns that were exposed and not under his gut.

"Thrassssssshhhhh!" Zerxy protested, but it was an empty protest, as he was starting to bleat and blush, pressing against that soft, squirming belly.

"What?" Thrash teased, "I thought I could eat anyone I could?"

"It's not that!" Zeryx said.

The firedog knew what Zerxy was going on about, but was still going to tease him, and gently started to grind his belly along the pinned ram, grinding his gut further up and down on him, and bopped him several times with his exposed cock. A few pre gushes added to the heat of being trapped under a fire-type, and the ram struggled cutely, his tail flitting about as the big belly was all over him.

After a few moments, Thrash finally rolled off of the ram and onto his back, his belly swinging and splayed out, and his dick pointed skyward as Zeryx pulled himself out from under the firedog and stood next to that struggling gut.

"Go on sheepie, rub it." Thrash said, half-teasing, half-commanding.

Zeryx's legs shook slightly, but he leaned in and pressed to the firedogs stomach. He reached a hand out and pushed along the stretchy gut, pressing to feel the outlines of the men already inside of it, finding a few distinct bulges within there.

"Who did you eat?" Zeryx asked.

"Oh the usual suspects." Thrash said, "The white stallion, for one. The reception desk guy, some brown-furred bull that I saw about."

The sheep was now rubbing along the fuzzy Arcanine belly, giving rubs and pats to as much of the big glutton's gut as he could. He leaned in, pressing down in the soft flesh, and a few gurgles came from the very large firedog's stomach. It was hard to resist the siren call of the firedog belly, already warm and fuzzy, but adding in rumbling and moving prey inside of it was almost too much to ask for.

The big canine's cock was throbbing hard as well, bouncing against the bottom of his belly, making stick drops come up every so often as pre dripped onto his fur and onto the hands of the rubbing ram. Zeryx couldn't help himself and used one of his hands to stroke along the thick cockhead of the Arcanine's cock, and still rubbed along his soft belly, the warm fur just demanded more attention. It was making the ram's own rod poke free from its sheath and press upward as well.

Zeryx would soon feel the bulges start to fade and diminish in Thrash's gut. The occasional hills and bumps evened and smoothed out, and the wiggles inside the firedog grew weaker and slower, before the only movement coming from it at all was from the sheep's belly rubs. Once they were good and pudge'd, the firedog licked at his muzzle, eyeing the black ram that was still rubbing his belly.

While Zeryx was still rubbing, Thrash started to shift. His body structure popped slightly, and his arms and legs moved and adjusted positioning, growing larger and longer while features changed as well. He was changing from his feral form to his anthro form, and the already large Arcanine was getting larger. He was almost three times the ram's size in this state, and he kept an arm behind his head while he waited for the hoofer to notice.

Zeryx had been lost in fluffy heaven rubbing the the big belly of the Arcanine, but eventually he did notice that Thrash had changed and gotten larger. He blushed again, his ramhood out completely as he looked over the very large and very naked firedog. Thrash then sat up, letting Flare get a close up look of his furry chest, before getting back to his feet, with the ram now looking right at his full arousal and large hanging balls between his legs.

A strong paw was soon on the ram's shoulders, making him shudder and wiggle in the grip of the firedog, but he was gently lifted off the ground. He was brought to Thrash's muzzle, the firedog giving him a very sneaky grin, before opening his maw again and slurping once more entirely on Zeryx's body. From his hooves to his horns, the large, broad tongue tasted up the lab ram, making his rod quiver.

A gasp escaped from the sheep's throat, when Thrash pulled his tongue back in, and then gavea playful nibble on the ram's horns, giving them a slight chew like they were a toy bone. His body couldn't take much more, and a few spurts of cum shot out of his cock as his horns were toyed with, maahing out again and humping into the air.

"Like I said, I'm still hungry." Thrash said, then opened his maw wide and guided Zeryx's hooves into his hot, wide maw.

Zeryx was breathing hard, his small orgasm having shaken his body, and feeling the hot tongue and breath of Thrash on his hooves was almost too much. The slick tongue slid under him, along the back of his knees, and then up to his rump as his legs were guided into the fifteen-foot tall firedog. His tongue lapped at the ram, teasing at his rump and tail, before he started to gulp and swallow, his throat expanding and sliding Zeryx into him.

"Maaaaaaaah!" Zerxy exclaimed as he was being eaten whole by the anthro firedog, giving a few minor wiggles as he slipped into the hot maw. His cock throbbed again, shooting another spurt of cum onto his belly as he moved onto his back and slid down further, most of his body sliding down Thrash's throat.

The gulps clenched around Zeryx's legs and hips, making a minor bulge in Thrash's neck and chest as he pulled his head back and swallowed down more of the lab ram. His tongue slicked up more of his body and flicked along the black-fleeced ram's back, giving him another firm gulp, before sliding him entirely into the mouth of the Arcanine. Thrash's jaws closed, and one more gulp sent the ram completely into his throat.

He reached up to rub the bulge that Zeryx was making, and helped guide it down past his chest, and soon deposited him completely in his stomach. His belly pushed out even more with another meal added to it, the wiggling gut shaking slightly. Thrash's cock bumped up against his belly again, rubbing the ram bulge with his arousal, and feeling the sheep grind against his walls against his cock.

"Tastes good." Thrash smirked, stroking his cock and rubbed it against his belly as Zeryx squirmed in the hot, tight chamber. "Now I should go get off, need to find someone here to unload in and use as a refill now."

Thrash walked down the hallway of the lab, wondering if any late stragglers were still around. The next guy he found would do, and his belly swished with each step he took.

(Day 7: Belly)

Lights were flashing and there was an excited crowd watching the ring. The bell rang three times as the referee called for the start of the match. The championship main event of the Vore Wrestling Championship League had begun. Both competitors were standing under the hot lights, fully nude, fully hard, and fully ready to try and devour the other.

The defending champion was Knuckle Duster, a buff, feathery gryphon. He was known for being able to practically fly around his opponents with his high speeds, pinning them down, and swallowing them with his ass after wrapping his long lion tail around them. He had held onto the championship for six months like this, devouring all competitors who stood against him. His black hole butt slam ended most matches in under ten minutes. He got the nickname Knuckle Duster after managing to engulf an entire rhino in his ass in one pull, just from getting a single knuckle on his hand into his tail ring.

His opponent was Swiss. He had worked his way up to this match with his amazing versatility. The red panda was one of the few in the league who was omnivorus. It was tricky to defend against him, because every part of his body could swallow up someone who was unprepared. While most competitors could focus on one or two methods of consumption, he used all of them. While it meant that he wasn't as skilled in any single one, a single mistake from any opponent could result in them taking the plunge into him.

And now, he was here at the main event, up against the gryphon who had been running wild over the roster for months, and he had his shot at glory. Even if he was giving up a foot in height and a good fifty pounds on Knuckle Duster, he'd easily make that up once he had him anywhere on him. The gryph, meanwhile, was already picturing how much extra padding that Swiss would bring to his backside.

The champion struck first, using his superior speed to get to Swiss's side and tackle him over. He got one of the red panda's arms in a lock, twisting it around to reduce his grip strength. Swiss tried to counter with quick palm strikes against the gryphon's chest, making his pecs bounce and the firm slaps echoed through the arena. Knuckle Duster hissed slightly, a bit of stinging pain in his chest, but he twisted more of the arm and pressed Swiss down to his stomach.

The champion's intuition suddenly went off, and he dropped the hold and rolled forward. Swiss's tail had just barely missed catching the gryphon over the head, the dangerous lurching appendage trying to strike quickly for a fast upset. The gryphon tsk-tsk'd Swiss, thinking it would be that easy, before flipping backwards while standing and spreading his legs in a split to have his massive ass crash down on the red panda.

Swiss rolled, bouncing slightly from the force of the gryphon butt hitting the canvas. He made a grab for the gryphon's legs, pressing the champ's feet together and opening his mouth wide to try and go for another quick win. But the avian had too much energy, and kicked his feet forward, catching Swiss in the face with his soles before he had opened wide enough to swallow them. The red panda's teeth rang, and he dropped the gryphon, taking a step back to recover his composure.

The champion was back to his feet and on the offensive again, taking a running jump before spinning fast in the air. His hard arousal throbbed, and he cockslapped Swiss in a massive sign of disrepect, right across his face.

The red panda looked stunned and rubbed his cheek, sore from where the gryph's dick had smacked him. He frowned and gritted his teeth before grabbing at his jaw and popping, chewing the air slightly to make sure he still had feeling in it. Knuckle Duster just grinned and stood his ground, turning his palm towards him before turning it around and making the universal signal for Swiss to Bring It. His cock flexed towards his chest as well, making the same motion as it oozed pre out of its slit.

Swiss's own dick was throbbing as well, and he had to rethink his method. Knuckle Duster was running circles around him, and only his attempt at quick wins was keeping him on his toes, but he was able to squirm out of his grasp and counter each move. Likewise, from that one butt slam he did to the canvas, he knew if he got caught once, it was going to be it for him. He needed a new plan.

A sudden idea suddenly came to him, and Swiss gave Knuckle Duster a grin. He soon took the gryphon's pose and matched it, giving him the same taunt back, both in finger gestures and in his cock flex. That was something Knuckle Duster wasn't expecting, but decided to indulge his cocky opponent, and charged in. He went for another grapple, this time to try and knock Swiss's legs out from under him, but just as he went low, the red panda went low as well, gripping onto Knuckle Duster's hands just before they gripped him first.

The two struggled, low to the ring, and slowly began to push each other upward. The gryphon, with the size advantage, was taking the lead in the test of strength. While buff himself, Swiss wasn't nearly as big as Knuckle Duster, and grunted before sliding down onto one knee as he was now being forced down. Then, he was down to both knees, with his face right in the gryphon's groin, his throbbing arousal right at his muzzle. It was at this moment he was thankful that Knuckle Duster wasn't a cock vore pred, because this plan wouldn't work in that case, but his plan would.

He then lunged his head forward, headbutting Knuckle Duster's dick out of the way and smacking his skull into the gryph's abs.

The shock was sudden enough to knock the air temporarily out of the avian, and his grip on Swiss loosened up enough for him to get back onto his feet. While still grabbling him, he headbutted the gryphon once more, before kicking upward and climbing up his chest with his feet, until he was sailing above the champion.

Then, Swiss let go of the grasp, freeing his hands from Knuckle Duster's loosened grip and falling downward, spreading his ass cheeks apart, and letting his anal ring slide over the dazed champ's head.

His ass rippled and pulled, clenching his cheeks over the gryphon. His body pulled, squeezing more of Knuckle Duster up his ass and sliding his rump over his shoulders. The gryphon wasn't going to go down that easily though, and tried to use his superior strength to pull Swiss off of his head. But, he was a second too late. A firm clenching pull had gotten him just deep over the champion that his arms couldn't bend up far enough to pull that rump off of him.

Swiss panted out, his cock throbbing as he let gravity help him slide down over the champ. The built pecs and muscular arms of Knuckle Duster were vanishing up his tailhole, the black hole gaping over more of the gryphon. His gut was already bulging outward, with his stretchy stomach filling with his foe. His ring clenched out more, and he started to pull himself downard, using the gryphon's own body to further swallow him upward.

The struggles were still getting intense, and his ring swole and pulsed as he devoured him. The clenching rump of Swiss worked over Knuckle Duster's abs and groin, taking his throbbing cock up next. The gryphon's rod unloaded, pumping a load of defeated cum into the predator, painting the inner workings of his bowels and slickening his trip into the hole.

With one more slam downward, the red panda worked over the gryphon's rump and legs, before he finished off his paws with the gryphon's own finisher. The soles vanished under his tail, before the tight anal ring closed up behind him and pushed the gryphon completely into his gut. Swiss's own cock, stimulated by the muscular man grinding along his prostate, unloaded over the ring and his stomach, pumping out almost a gallon of cum before the bell rang again.

The League had a new champion! The referee held up his hand and helped him to his feet and handed him his brand new championship belt. Swiss basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, and the cheers of the crowd, before he gripped at his belly and shook it a few times, showing off his meal and defeated opponent to the lustful crowd.

(Day 8: Ring)

The night was alive in the city, with cars running at all hours, and lights lighting up the sky. However, down below the city, in the sewer system, things were just as active. Deep down in the tunnels, where electricity and lights were being routed, down past the subway system, lived a modest home where a group of five men lived.

The group were the Ninja Turtles and their master Splinter.

The large rat had raised the four of them since a young age, and although none were related, they were just like family. And now, after years later, where Splinter had taught them all he knew, it was time for him to give them the final test. Splinter had told the four muscular turtles to come to him nude, as he would be, to truly bring them all together.

Splinter lit a few incense candles around his seat and spread his legs apart, letting his massive junk spread and sprawl out. They hadn't come in yet, so he used this as a chance to get his balls nice and plump and pump his cock a few times. He sighed out, taking a deep breath of the smoke from the candles, and felt his arousal grow. Even though he and the four turtles fucked constantly, this time would be different.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself relax, before the ninja turtles entered his chamber. They were all nude as well, their muscular bodies bulging outward, barely contained by their own shells, but still agile enough to move through the night and in silence. However, when they saw Splinter letting the full size of his cock out, they were surprised. It was very rare that they spotted all ten feet of his shaft completely out, this had to be a special night.

"Tonight, the last thing I need to teach you, is digestion resistance." Splinter said. "All of you, come into me, and I will try to dissolve you into seed. You must hold off and maintain a physical form."

Splinter humped up, his cock bounced, and then his cockhead flared open, exposing his musky cum tunnel as the slit yawned open wide. The muscular rat grunted out, exerting his size and strength to maintain this pose, before nodding to the four turtles to approach his meat.

Donatello was the first turtle to approach Splinters massive dick. He rubbed along the head of the gaping shaft and tugged onto the edges of his slit. He spread it wider than it normally could go under Splinters own power, before he shoved his head down into the darkness. He gasped loudly, feeling the powerful clench of the rat's dick around his head and moving down to his broad shoulders.

The other three turtles watched as Donatello was being swallowed by Splinter's cock. The thick meat bulged as it bounced and flared, tugging him down deeper and crept over more of his thick body. The hard shell was clenched and pulled in, and the bottom half of the gaping tunnel was working over the thick and broad muscles of that turtle. Eventually, he sank in deep enough that Splinter's shaft could pull him off of the ground and hold him airborne, now swallowing him down faster with his penis.

Donatello's own dick was starting to gush as the tight clenching over his muscular body was getting him off, and shots of seed splattered at Splinter's feet as his cockslit worked him down. Over his chest, over his abs, and then taking down his groin and legs. Soon, he was entirely engulfed in Splinter's hyper arousal, completely bulging his dick out as his slit closed up.

Next to approach Splinters cock was Raphael. He went up to the throbbing arousal and started to stroke the thick shaft. He pushed along and squeezed at Donatello, then humped at the bulge he was making inside the rat's cock. He kept squeezing at him, pushing him further down, and the rat moaned out, as the first turtle pushed past his inner ring and slipped down into his nuts.

Before Raphael could make his move into his master's dick, Michelangelo came up behind him and slipped his cock under Raphael's tail. The red-masked turtle yelped and growled back at him, but then Mikey humped him upward, pushing Raphael into the gaping cockhole. The cockhole yawned and gulped, sucking Raphael in, and Michaelango pushed himself in as well, letting himself go down the same time as Raphael.

"Maybe we'll get some time along in Splinter's nuts." Michaelango whispered into Raphael's ear as he pushed and humped him down deeper as he went in as well.

Splinter's shaft was easily taking both of them down, stretching out over both turtles, even as they were humping and fucking down his shaft. His dick shook and wobbled, the urethra of his shaft bulging and stretching with their outlines, forcing his cock to gulp lewdly and harder. The huge dick was bouncing heavily with the weight of two muscular turtles, taking them both down. His nuts was sloshing as well, with Donatello pushing around inside the tight nuts squeezing at him.

With the two sliding down further, Splinter's shaft was swallowing harder. His muscular body flexing hard and working the two turtles down. Their pecs and shells squeezed down, their legs kicking in the air and they humped and fucked down his dick. The slurps and sucks of his arousal echoed through the room before taking their feet down and devouring them all.

Then, just Leonardo was left. The largest and most hung of the turtles, but still his muscles and dick were nothing compared to Splinter's size. While his seven foot dick and almost five hundred pounds of pure muscle were impressive to anyone, Splinter still had him beat. And his junk was only growing larger now that he had three of the four of them in his sac. Even on the outside, he could tell that Raphael and Michaelango were fucking in his left nut, with Donatello humping and jacking off in the right.

"I'm ready to try this training out, Master Splinter." Leonardo said, "We'll master digestion resistance you know it!"

With a flourish, he pushed his head down into Splinter's cock, making the rat gasp out with how eager he was to dive down. Leonardo pushed his arms in, diving and spreading Splinter's cock and wiggling himself down the rat shaft. The throbbing arousal of Splinter gulped greedily over him, and Leonardo hoisted up his shaft up to let his dick get pulled down in with him. He was practically forcing himself down as Splinter's cock continued to devour him, and the normally calm rat had to break his pose to hold up his shaft as Leonardo pushed in, going down into the depths of his body.

The rat cock bobbled and swallowed, working down the last of Leonardo as it sucked down his thick and muscular body. The bobbing of his shaft as the weight sank in, the rippling cum tunnel gripping over the muscles, and pre-soaked shaft soaking the final turtles body all combined to help swallow him down. Before long, he was completely engulfed in rat shaft, and eagerly pushing down to push himself down into Splinter's nuts.

He now had all four turtles inside of his sac. His left nut was defintely the most active, with the two turtles still fucking heavily inside of his furry nuts. He could already feel the cumloads inside that chamber rising from their own seed adding to it, and as Leonardo pushed down the rest of the way, he slid in with the masturbating Donatello, getting a hot blast of cum in the face as he squeezed through the hole.

"Now, all you have to do is hold off on becoming cum in my nuts for as long as you can." Splinter said, rubbing at his bulging nuts with his feet. "I won't make it easy, I'll be trying to digest you as hard as I can."

The rat's balls were sloshing loudly, bulging with muscular turtles. He felt his shaft throbbing, all the movements inside of his orbs making his dick wobble. His breathing was picking up, and the gurgles and sloshes in his balls were getting louder. He moaned out, rubbing his shaft and pressing at his balls with his feet as pre kept pumping out of his shaft, spilling out of his cumhole and dripping onto the floor around him.

Of course, there was no way they were going to last long, and before even ten minutes had passed, the turtles were melting down into more cum inside of his balls. They tried to hold on and maintain their solid forms, but still, their bodies began to turn white, bits of them gurgling clean off of their bodies, and they sank down into the deep pools. The heat and pressure were getting too high for anyone to remain solid, and then all four of them were churned up and sloshed, adding to Splinter's cum total.

"Well, you did your best." Splinter said, feeling at his furry nuts and not detecting any solid mass inside of himself. "But the true way to train digestion resistance is to make your predator release you before they digest you. It is a tricky lesson to learn. The solution was to make me have a huge orgasm."

Splinter was still huffing, stroking his hyper shaft as veins popped along the surface of his dick. The rat bit along his lower lip, humping up into the air. The sea of seed in his nuts splashed about, mixing the digested turtles together into one thick turtle soup of cum. His balls pumped, gurgling loudly, and squeezed tightly up to his body.

Moments later, a thick bulge formed at the base of his shaft as it began to expand and unload, a load of his new cream pumping out of him. A fountain of cum began to pump out of his sac, splattering out of his dick and coating the walls and floor in front of him. Gush after gush and pump after pump hot of hot gooey cream erupted freely, and he moaned out, the force of his orgasm, taking his breath away.

Almost ten gallons of cum ejaculated out of his penis, splattering in thick ropes all round. By the time it was done, Splinter was a sweaty, cum-soaked mess. The remains of the ninja turtles were pooling at the lowest point in the floor, and dripping down a drain grate set up, going deeper down into the city sewers.

(Day 9: City)

"AaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhHHHAAAAAAHhhhhhhhaaaaa..."

The chocolate colored canine was standing in front of a full mirror in the dressing room in the back of the performance stage. Gruine had been doing opera singing for years, and this was going to be his biggest theater to date. It was everything he had wanted, a full orchestra pit, a packed house, including his hero, Brian, in attendance, and the stage his and his alone. The one issue was that the performance in question was one he had never done before.

The rest of the opera was just memorization. But there was one section of it that he found tricky. A high point near the end of the first section that had an incredibly high "C" note for a tenor. A Tenor C that, no matter how he had been trying, he had been unable to get it and hold it. For months, Gruine had practices trying to hit this note, and still, he couldn't quite reach it. Now, minutes before he was to go on stage, he was still practicing it in the back, attempting to reach that note while not blowing out his voice before the big show.

Gruine tugged slightly at his collar, and belted out another note, still attempting to reach that rich, full sound he was struggling to get. The slightly loosened collar helped slightly, but that was as much as he could pull out while still looking somewhat professional while he was on the theater stage.

A quick set of knocks came on the back door.

"Five minutes till curtain Mr. Gruine!" The stagehand said.

"Thank you." The canine replied, taking several more breaths and trying again.

"AAh ahhhh AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHH!" Gruine belted out before the mirror, before taking another breath to try and relax his vocal cords before the show.

Just before showtime was about to start, there was another knock on Gruine's door. Before the tuxedo-clad canine could ask who it was, the handle clicked and his guest came in. In through the door was another tuxedo wearing dog, at least wearing the top of it, but the sight of him made Gruine's tail wag. It was Brian Griffin, his hero and idol who was coming to see him backstage.

"Oh hey Brian." Gruine said, looking to the other canine, "I'm surprised you're back here. The show starts soon and I figured you'd be at the VIP seats."

"Well, I'll be there soon enough." Brian said, "I just have a backstage pass to this place and I could overhear you practicing before the show. It sounds to me like you're having some trouble hitting a high tenor C. Am I right?"

Gruine looked away, slightly ashamed for his inadequacy at that note. "Yeah, I've been practicing for weeks, but no matter how I try, I can't get it high enough, or with that rich deep sound it has. The tone comes right at the climax of the first act as well. If I don't hit it, it's going to spoil the whole opera."

Brian just smiled and patted Gruine on the chest and front a few times.

"Well, I know a little bit about singing. I know all about how tricky it can be. But I also know how to hit it every day. It's a full sounding note. So the more full you feel, the more full you'll sound. You'll have to stretch yourself to hit it. The more you stretch and more you fill, the easier it can be. So stretch and fill." The white canine winked at Gruine at that, making a blush appear on the chocolate-furred dog's face.

"Are you saying I should..." Gruine started, but another page came to the door and poked his head in.

"Showtime, Mr. Gruine." The head-set wearing hyena said.

"I'm sure you'll get it." Brian said, before heading out the door, "And I'll be first in line backstage with roses once your masterful performance is done."

Gruine's tail was still wagging as Brian left his dressing room, and the orchestra started to warm up. The lights in the back were fading and starting to turn onto the stage. But now, Gruine thought he had in mind what Brian said. A stretched and full sound, and there was one way to get really stretched and really full. It was like a lightbulb went off in his head, and the canine spent the last few seconds before the show started to get ready for his big showstopper.

The curtain soon rose on the theater stage, and the opening musical interlude of the opera. The sounds of music filled the theater as the full crowd sat back and began to enjoy the show. Then, the stagelight turn to one of the wings, and Gruine came out, his powerful voice starting to boom.

The canine was out without wearing his pants, with only the tuxedo shirt on his torso. His huge red cock was throbbing, pointing outward as he walked, and his huge nuts were dragging on the floor behind him, making minor indents in the wood with each step he took to his marks. There was a gasp in the crowd, the program not telling them that Gruine would be performing without pants and with his junk hanging out. But then, the tone and sound of his voice continued along the opening lines, calming down the audience as Gruine's show continued.

Gruine was steady in his opening candace. The canine continued belting out the tones, his voice commanding and powerful. The audience went back to silence and enjoyed the performance, even as Gruine's cock and balls were out in full display. The canine still hit all the marks, his deep voice echoing through the theater hall, his dick throbbing and balls wobbling with the various vibrations and intones he was hitting.

Gruine then thrust his hips forward, the sudden movement not making his voice crack, but his hyper arousal thrust over the orchestra pit and smacked into the face of a naga on the first row. The sharply dressed snake suddenly got a face full of dog cock, and Gruine's cumslit then gaped open, while he was still singing, and sucked the attendee into his penis!

A soft slurp echoed out of his manhood, the lewd sucking soft enough to not disrupt the rest of the performance. The slippery noodle was being pulled down and into his penis. Pre gushed out of his dick hole and splattered along the velvet-upholstered seats as his arousal consumed the patron. But still, Gruine kept singing, hitting every note and enunciating every work properly as the opera continued.

But Gruine wasn't done. With his movement across the stage, he continued to hump forward, making sure the sudden movement wouldn't disrupt his singing, and sucked down another viewer into his cock. The bulges in his penis were sliding down the long tunnel, and the sac of Gruine was filling up with men. The entire first row was being swallowed right out of their seats, the expensive ticket holders first to go down his growing and filling cock and balls.

Behind him, his balls started to stretch out, the large containers of cum filling up with more guys, their tuxedos and fancy suits getting soaked and covered in cum. The balls on Gruine were starting to fill up fast, stretching out as they pushed out. Mostly because, with the loud sounds of the churning sac all around them, they could hardly hear Gruine singing. His deep voice was still echoing through the performance theater, but his sac was making it muffled.

A sudden throb from Gruine's arousal almost made him lose his place on the opening song, and he hefted himself back. His cock was growing larger and dripping pre all over the second row of seats. His red shaft was bulging outward, pushing out further from his groin, and he had to resist sticking his tongue out from the pleasure he was feeling from filling up his balls. But, he noticed it was working. The tones from his voice were feeling more solid and confident as his nuts stretched and filled.

The second row inside of his nuts should hopefully be enough to make sure he hit that note properly.

A red and green dragon was the first man on the second row to take the plunge down Gruine's cock. The large body he was sporting was slurped up into his dick hole and bulged out the turgid flesh as he slipped down Gruine's cum cannon. The chocolate colored canine needed to pick up the pace, as the high note he needed to hit was coming up soon. He had to focus on the song, as well as his dick devouring more that wanted to see his show, stuffing his cock with their squirming bodies and pressing the bulges down deeper.

The huge nuts on Gruine were growing. His twin orbs were bloating and stretching out, the mass of men inside of him pushing about and churning up into more seed. His sac soon was taller than he was, stuck being his legs and bulged up behind him. But, thankfully, he had reached a point where he no longer needed to move for this part of the song, and the spotlight was cleanly on him, and his monstrous junk.

His dick kept working down the second row, sucking up an orca and a panther that were at the edges. There'd be just enough time to get them into his nuts, and if he worked them in fast, just in time to hit that troublesome note. The sounds of his nuts were getting louder as well, joining the beats of percussion in the pit. His cock then pointed skyward, dripping pre onto the stage as his arousal shot several feet above his head. The added gravity was helping to work the bulges down, the last one just pushing in past his inner ring, right as the troublesome note came in his performance.

The final bulge in his balls arrived just as the C5 hit, and Gruine bellowed out. Much to his surprise, he was hitting the sound perfectly, belting out the high note. His nuts were vibrating wildly, the melodious sound filling the hall, mixed with the gurgling of his sac and the throbbing of his cock. There was an actual awed reaction from the crowd as Gruine held the note, pouring out in that performance.

Then, just as quickly, it was done, and Gruine completed the last part of the verse. All the vibrations and rumblings in his balls had also quickly digested the men inside of them into seed, the force of his powerful voice helping to break them down into creamy canine sperm. It was another minute to end this part of the performance, but the C5 had passed, and the rest of the opera would not be nearly as rough on him, or his voice. Then, the section was over, and Gruine stopped, and the audience applauded.

The canine took a small bow, knowing that there was much more to go. But, the slight break would be just enough time for him to unload. As it was, with his nuts so large, he was stuck in this spot, and there was much more of the stage he needed to reach for this opera. His hands crept along his shaft, stroking it along the base, teasing the veins popping on it with his strong fingers. His cock throbbed, the audience still applauding as he jacked himself off, needing to unload the first two rows out of himself before the music started up again.

He worked his dick furiously, sending pleasure waves up and down his spine. His dick bounced and wobbled, and the cumhole yawned wide again. This time, it wasn't to suck down more of the audience, but to blast the audience with the gooey remains of the first two rows. His giant red hose gushed, powerfully shaking him as his orgasm hit and the pressure in his sac pumping out thick gooey cum off the stage and into the hall. Hot ropes of cum hit the lights and chandelier on the ceiling, and painted the red velvet walls with streaks of white.

The music started up again, but Gruine's orgasm wasn't done. He huffed a few times, and realized he was going to have to do the second act while cumming. Thankfully, his nuts had shrunk down enough that he could move with them again, but he was going to wind up coating not only the crowd, but the entire theater at this rate. He was nervous at first, but Gruine's eyes looked up to the balcony seats.

He saw Brian there, smiling and applauding, wanting to see more of his performance.

The canine smiled. Even as he was cumming gallons with every pump of his cock, the show must go on.

(Day 10: Theater)

Atlas the Greninja walked down the streets of the busy city. The muscular Pokemon was a towering thirty feet tall, but he still gingerly moved down the sidewalk. As big as he was, the Greninja knew there were much larger guys around. Heck he was related to some of them! But that was just a reminder that there were always large guys about, and why he, even at his size, was sticking to the side of the walk and to himself.

That's not to say that Atlas wasn't an impressive sight for sore eyes. Not only was Atlas huge in height, but his muscles could put any lesser man to shame. His pecs jutted out a solid ten feet in front of his head, acting like a massive shelf in front of him. His biceps, when flexed, formed a muscle larger than his own head. His legs were thicker than tree trunks, and every step he took made the ground shake and small cracks appear in the pavement. Atlas was so large, that the only clothes he could wear was a black speedo that bulged out with his massive junk. There was literally nothing else that he could fit into. It did embarrass him somewhat that anyone could just look at his bulge, but at the same time, it felt great to be so large. Aside from some of the other muscular men and Pokemon he knew, Atlas was one of the largest guys around. In fact, as far as he could tell on this street, no one else was over six feet tall, meaning he was five times larger than anyone else, and easily seen.

But it had been like this for years, with him being massively huge, muscular beyond all belief, and hung like a Mudsdale. It hadn't always been that way, but as embarrassing as it got some times, he wouldn't trade it for anything. However, Atlas's day was about to get much more interesting.

As Atlas was walking, a massive crash and rumble echoed through the city. The Greninja stopped for a moment, wondering what that was. It was bigger than the normal rumble that usually accompanied his walking. Then, a shadow loomed over the city, and several of the other furs walking turned to look, and then gasped out as their gaze turned upward. Atlas did the same, and his eyes went wide as he looked over what he saw above him.

A massive grey wolf was looming over the city. The tips of his clawed toes were larger than the biggest building around. A thick tuff of white chest fur adorned the middle of his massive set of pecs, and his thick black cock pointed skyward as he gave a toothy and even grin over the tiny city at his feet. He was so large that the clouds in the sky were parting at his movements, and his muscles were as thick and as powerful as any the Greninja had ever seen before.

Wolf O' Donnell was laughing powerfully, his muscular body bulging with strength and power, a gigantic male lording his size over the land. He had to be over a mile tall, and so well built that a freight train could get lost in his fur.

Atlas fell backwards on his rump, gasping and looking up in terror. The massive Wolf boomed out, his muscles blaring as he exclaimed out to the planet.

"At long last, I shall be the new god of this world!" Wolf exclaimed, "There is no one who can dare challenge my power, my size, my might!"

The Greninja looked up, just wondering what Wolf was going to do to him. Or to anyone, for that matter. The macro Wolf didn't look like he could be stopped at all! Atlas was starting to panic, and he closed his eyes, partially trying to hide, and partially not wanting to know what was going to happen next.

But, as Atlas was panicking, his massive body was instinctively defending itself. His size was increasing and his body was growing. His muscles were pressing against the buildings around him now, as his bulk was filling out the street he was walking down just moments ago. It wasn't until one of the buildings fell over that Atlas opened his eyes again.

He yelped out and suddenly hopped back to his feet. Atlas could feel the eyes of the other people on him, making him turn red in the face. The Greninja couldn't stop growing though, his muscular bulk expanding out and growing larger. His muscles were growing just as large as the rest of him, and his height kept shooting upward. A hundred feet. Two hundred. Five hundred. It was getting faster and faster! A thousand! Two thousand!

It was when he reached three thousand feet tall, and many tons of muscle that the macro Wolf noticed that someone else was around him. The growing Greninja had bumped into him at that point, and growled as he saw another male approaching his size. Before it was done, Atlas was as big as Wolf was, both men looming over the landscape at over a mile tall, and at some point, his speedo had ripped off, showing off his heavy blue balls and own thick black cock to all observing..

"Oh, you think you can beat me?" Wolf said, pushing his pecs out and looming over to Atlas, "Then I'm going to have some fun with you."

Atlas took a step back, even though his size and body were both on equal footing with Wolf's own. The giga wolf leaned in and grabbed at Atlas, wrapping his beefy arms around the Greninja's body. Atlas squirmed about, trying to wiggle free, which made their huge muscles grind and press against each other, and their thick cocks press and frot together.

"Hey, lemme go!" Atlas said, grabbed at Wolf and trying to pry him off.

"I'm going to be this planet's new god and I'm not going to let you get in my way!" Wolf declared, his muscles flexing and then straining as he hoisted Atlas off of the ground.

The Greninja went wide-eyed again as the muscular wolf pulled him upward. He struggled in his grasp, and his body shook. It wasn't a tight grip, as Wolf would find out, as Atlas was quite slippery. But he succeeded, and his firm grip was on Atlas's strong muscles, and he held him up high above his head. Atlas could hardly believe it, as Wolf O' Donnel was much stronger than he looked, his body flexing as he kept him airborne. And as he was doing this, his own body was growing bigger as well. Wolf's bulk and muscles, as well as his size, were growing bigger by the second! Soon, he had quintupled his height, getting over five miles tall, and looming over even the tallest mountains!

But at this height, Atlas could see that there were other metropolis areas, filled with hundreds of thousands, if not millions of other furs who could see him in this position. He could feel all the micros eyes on him, on his prone position in Wolf's grasp, and his huge junk out there slapping against his abs as his balls dangled like two blue meteors over the landscape. He quickly closed his eyes again and made a sign with his hands, and like before, his nervousness and urgency had caused him to grow more as well!

As he was growing, he could feel his confidence spike upwards as well. He didn't see any other huge guys around, meaning it was just him and Wolf. And Wolf was starting to strain with his growing size, the other macro needing to bend over and then let the Greninja go as his muscles became too heavy for even him to hoist up.

The planet shook and the ground cracked as Atlas was dropped. But his size wasn't stopping. He looked up at Wolf, as he was laying on his back, but as he got to his feet, he was starting to tower over the aggressive macro. The bulk in the Greninja was still growing larger and wider, and as Wolf was forced to look up at him in shock and terror, now Atlas was feeling more aggressive.

By the time Atlas had stopped growing, Wolf was no taller than his knees. The skinniest part of his leg was now bulkier than Wolf's entire body, and his muscular form was so dense that Atlas could hear his muscles straining within his skin. His pecs were like continents, and arms were so strong and thick they could carve canyons. The city he was just in didn't even reach the top of his smallest toe, and his height so great he could see past the horizon of the planet.

"Holy...!" Wolf exclaimed, looking up at the towering mass of muscle. Even he knew if he started growing again, he couldn't even get up to the other man's pec shelf.

Atlas looked around for a moment, but then looked down, barely able to see the tips of the ears of Wolf once he took a multi-mile step back. Now, he was feeling in charge. As his massive foot came back down to the planet, he squatted down, his nuts crashing down, each orb bigger than Wolf was now.

"Coming to my planet and making trouble, hun?" Atlas said with a grin, "Then how about I have some fun with you?"

Wolf tried to run, but a strong hand soon was squeezed around him, as Atlas caught the feeling macro. Wolf howled out, but he was soon hoisted up in Atlas's hand, taken up many miles before the Greninja opened his palm and let Wolf lay on it. But then, the Greninja took Wolf and pressed him against his pecs, flexing his massive muscles against the smaller wolf. He grinded his pecs along Wolf's face, making sure to rub him in deep against his mass, and pressed him up against his throbbing nipples. The pec coverings wobbled and smooshed further against Wolf, making him gasp out against the overpowering might of Atlas.

"Oh what's the matter little guy?" Atlas teased, "Not often around a real man? I can show you what that's really like!"

The Greninja pushed Wolf in between his pec cleft and then squeezed hard, using the force to stuff Wolf deep between his mounds. The macro struggled inside the pecs of the larger one, pushing about and grinding along Atlas's chest, trying to pull himself free, but the Greninja just flexed hard and squeezed him tighter in there, bouncing his chest to rub him along his bulk. He was squeezing Wolf so tight that the lupine thought he'd wind up as flat as a sheet of construction paper! The air was squeezed out of his lungs, the constant grinding and pressing of Atlas's pecs was getting to be too much for him!

But freedom soon came for him, as the Greninja fished into his chest and pulled the smaller wolf out. Wolf was drenched in sweat, gasping hard, and looking completely defeated. He didn't even notice that Atlas was just holding him up by his tail.

"Now I'm going to make sure you never threaten my planet again. Ever." Atlas said, holding up the macro in front of his face.

Wolf was then lowered to Atlas's groin, and the Greninja held him in his palm and pressed the canine to his nuts. He started to really rub and press Wolf O' Donnell into his musky orbs, moaning out at his struggles as he was pressed in. But he didn't let go, and just pressed him deeper into his smooth balls, treating him like a sex aide. Eventually though, he started rubbing him upward, grinding Wolf's face and body into his thick, veiny cock. The frog's arousal was throbbing and oozing pre down his shaft, a single drop enough to make new lakes on the ground, and it was practically raining down on Wolf, who got soaked in the clear, sticky fluids. The grinding continued up and down Atlas's cock, until both the Greninja's hand and Wolf's entire body was soaked in the fluid.

"Now away with you." Atlas said, holding Wolf tightly and then bringing his face to his cockhole.

"Wait! No! Don't! I...mmphhhh!" Wolf shouted, before his voice was muffled out as he was plugged into Atlas's penis.

The Greninja shuddered happily, letting go of Wolf and having half of him sticking out of his arousal. He almost unloaded right then and there, but instead reached down with a finger and pushed on the backhalf of Wolf, shoving him further down into his cumhole. Wolf kicked and struggled, but Atlas was pushing him down, not stopping until the last trace of Wolf vanished behind the Greninja's cumslit, which then closed up behind him.

"Hoooophhhh wow, that is a wonderful furry cock plug you make." Atlas said, teasing the head of his shaft and feeling the bulge in the underside of his urethra.

"This can't be happening!" Wolf thought out, the five mile tall macro now trapped inside of an even bigger cock and getting stroked down by the lustful Greninja.

The ripples and pulls worked Wolf down, taking him deeper down Atlas's penis. The bulge sank down the trunk of his shaft, worked down by the rippling cum tunnel and Atlas teasing him in. Before long, he vanished into the Greninja's hips and Atlas feel him drop into his massive nuts.

Atlas sighed out, but then he felt his nuts start to shake, and then a sudden surge of growth rocked through his body. His muscles suddenly tripled in size without warning, getting him so bulky that he almost felt immobile momentarily before his size began to increase as well. The sudden growth rocked him, taking him off-guard for a while as he began towering higher and higher, his body bulging and pulsing with strength from having Wolf inside of him. Atlas took a moment to admire his growing form, before realizing that he was standing literally atop the world.

Before, as he was punishing Wolf, he could take a hundred steps in any direction and circumnavigate the globe. But now, at his size he was now? The planet was smaller than his balls, and his steps on the world were shrinking fast. Atlas panicked for a moment before he lifted up his foot, and suddenly found himself floating. As he looked down, the greens, blues, and browns of the planet he was on were getting smaller and smaller, until his home was no bigger than a marble floating in front of his junk.

Atlas blinked a few times, and then grinned. Wolf would have been an evil god, but he'd be a much better one for his planet.

"Attention tinies!" He said, his voice booming over the small sphere. "I am your new god and protector! In exchange for my protection...you must give me all the worship I desire!"

The huge Greninja took the planet between two of his fingers, and pressed it right to his gaping cumslit.

"And right now, I demand worship inside my nut walls!" Atlas boomed.

With a single push, the planet was pushed into the macro Greninja god's cockhole. In his mind, there'd be no better way to protect the planet then to keep it inside of his balls.

(Day 11: Macro)

"Alright, your party makes it to the last room. At the end of the hall there is a great wooden door adorned with gold and silver. You can hear angry growls and shouts from the other side. It sounds like someone large with a deep voice is commanding an army. You all know that on the other side of this door, Xanoss the Tyrant and his untold number of Kobolds are there. He knows you're here as well, and that once that door is opened, it will be certain death for either him, or for all of you. Do you open the door?"

Calvin the hydra was seated at a table while the DM continued setting the scene. The minotaur, Duke, was really embellishing the situation, but the others seemed to be into it as well. It wasn't his normal tabletop group, but Bill came up to him and said they needed a fourth for this encounter. He had known the squirrel through a mutual friend of theirs in his usual group, and he didn't really have anything to do this weekend, so he decided to join up with them, at least for this one. He drew up a new character on the spot though, playing a human wereshifter warrior. An exotic race, as usually humans were only picked for their universal shifter abilities, they could transform into anything for utility, but as a base race, nothing too impressive. Likewise, it took turns to change, which meant one could be overwhelmed if caught unprepared, but the versatility was worth it, especially if they could find a large number of transformations.

The muscular red and black hydra was looking over his character sheet with one head, while his other four were munching on some of the potato chips or sipping a soda. One wasn't paying attention and fiddling with his phone though, and Calvin nudged himself to keep him focused on what was going on. The other three players at the table, a rabbit, a lion, and a squirrel, all were getting their dice ready and weren't looking as Calvin was getting all of himself focused as well. The four college students were ready for whatever the DM was about to throw at them.

"I'm gonna have my Loxodon Barbarian kick the door down." The squirrel, Bill, said.

"Before he does that, I'll have my Lapine Bard give an inspiration point to everyone." said the rabbit, Nino.

"And my dragon wizard's spells are all set." Said Mooch, the lion.

"And I'll..." Calvin was about to say, but the DM cut him off.

"Hold on, your initiative was lower than the Barbarians, so he kicks the door in before you can get anything done." The Minotaur said.

"Oh son of a..." A different head on the muscular hydra said.

In game, a mighty crash as the elephant kicked the door in with his mighty foot, his axe in hand.

"Now, before you all stands Xanoss the Tyrant. He's a huge green dragon, fifty feet tall, and a small army of Kobolds at his front." The DM continued, "The large dragon then gives a deep and evil laugh. 'So the fools have gotten lucky enough to get this far! Well you little adventuring party ends here. You shall have the honor of having your life extinguished by my glory! If you can even get to me!' Alright everyone another initiative roll."

The four players rolled again, with only Calvin getting a decent number. The other party members wound up going after even the Kobolds, but Xanoss the Tyrant got the first move.

"Alright...." The DM shook his head and rolled some dice behind his DM screen. "Xanoss breaks his Kobolds into three groups. You hear his booming voice command them to attack...the bard...the barbarian, and the wizard. Each of you are suddenly getting swarmed by twenty kobolds."

"Ah crap." Bill says, looking to the others, "That's not too bad for a Loxodon, but hope you guys can hold out."

"As long as I don't die instantly I should be able to get a spell going to take care of mine." Mooch said.

"And how about us?" Calvin said.

"You..." Duke said, looking over some more campaign notes, "Don't have any kobolds on you. Instead, Xanoss himself stops over towards you, looking down with his hate-filled eyes. There's a slight curiosity to them, but not curious enough to hold back. Let's see....."

Duke rolled a few more dice again, then spoke out. "You look like a hairless ape creature." Xanoss said, looking down so that his face was right in Calvin's character's face. "I've lived many years, but I've never seen anything like you before. I will give you one brief moment to indulge my curiosity before I snuff your life out. What are you, and what is it you do?" The DM then spoke what he meant. "Xanoss has a higher initiative, but he's allowing you the first action. Once you take that, he'll start to attack. So what do you do?"

"Uhhh..." The hydra said, looking over his sheet. There were a number of different skill sets and shifts he could access, but none of them could really stand up to a dragon. Especially not behind initiative and still needing to take an action. He looked over everything, checking every feat and skill that he could use as he tried to think.

"You should have him shift into a lion, go on the attack. Or hey, dragon back at him. Make it a dragon fight." Bill said.

"That's suicide," Nino said, "He needs to use a tank form. Something like a rhino or mammoth."

"He's got good dex, he could try for fox or lizard." Mooch offered.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" One of Calvin's other heads said, as they scanned over his character sheet. When he got a crazy idea. Mooch was right, he did have good dex, even in base squishy form. Maybe that could work.

"So you said he's right in my face? How close exactly?" Calvin asked the DM.

"Like, less than a foot away. He's pretty much filling your field of vision entirely." Duke replied.

"Okay..." Calvin's center head said, "I'm gonna...have him open his mouth wide and swallow over Xanoss's muzzle and try to swallow him whole."

The table was silent for a second, before Nino snickered, holding in a snort as best as he could.

"You can't be fucking serious." Duke said.

"I'm totally serious!" Calvin said.

"Your guy has like, a billion transformations! Heck, you have a legendary wolftaur shift! Use them!" Duke said.

"They all take an action, and even if I do, I still have a big angry dragon in my face who will hit me with six attacks at point blank." Calvin said. "And right now, the only healing we have is a bard, and he might get slaughtered six ways till Sunday, unless I do a Heron shift, and that doesn't solve the problem of being right in front of an angry dragon."

"Is that even possible for one of those?" Mooch said.

"Well, I got, like, twenty-two dexerity, and that's moving and stretching out of the way of things. And I have a feat that enhances grapples, plus a feat that lets me ignore encumbrance. I have Sturdy Body too, since that's a shifter requirement."

"I know what Sturdy Body does." Duke said, "I'm just saying that, it's a fifty foot dragon, and right now you're, as he said, a hairless ape. I don't even think humans can stretch their mouths that wide."

"Humans aren't real dude." Bill said, "You don't know what they can do."

"Are you actually okay with this Bill?" Duke said.

"I'm okay with the rules, and I'm going to get the book right now and see if there's anything in the rules against it." The squirrel said, going into the reference pile. He shot a glance to Calvin as he did so. "You really had to go and pick something out of the most exotic and esoteric book in this edition, didn't you?"

"It looked the most interesting! Gimme a break!" One of Calvin's heads shot back.

"Yeah yeah, hold on I'm looking." The squirrel said, burying his face into the book. "Lets see...humans...humans.... Practically alien-like species. Blah blah blah blah... considered extinct... blah blah blah... ease of transformation, yeah i know that.... This may take a second, hold on."

"I'm gonna get another drink." Nino said, getting up from the table and going to the fridge in the other room.

"Bring another bag of chips in, alright?" Mooch said.

"Blah blah blah blah..." Bill continued, "No, there's nothing in here that says they can't. As far as I can tell, regular rules for all spots apply to them as well."

"I don't fucking believe it." Duke said, "There's no way it can be that easy."

"Then make it a hard roll, god. Just let's get this encounter going!" Mooch said.

"Fine, fine...alright. Calvin." The DM said, "I'll say it's a near impossible success rate, and I'm gonna throw in a challenge dice on my roll too. Three natural twenties, and I have to roll five or less on a D100."

"This is literally the only thing I can do that won't get me stomped into red paste." Calvin said.

The hydra gripped the three D20s into his hand and started to shake them. The dice clacked in his clawed grip before he rolled them out onto the table. After a few seconds, they all stopped tumbling and came to a stop. Then, Bill burst out laughing.

"Holy crap, three natural twenties!" The squirrel said, leaning back in his chair as Duke looked on aghast.

Mooch started guffawing too, the lion's firm body shaking from the sheer hilarity.

"What I miss?" Nino said, coming back with a soda can and another bag of chips.

"There's no rule against it, but Duke put a challenge roll of ninety-five on it, and said that Cal had to roll three natural twenties." Mooch said, "Well, he just rolled three natural twenties."

Nino pffted out as well, laughing at the astronomical odds being hit.

"He still has to hit the challenge roll." Duke pouted, taking the D100 and shaking it into his hand. The minotaur then rolled it out in the open for everyone else as well, and then the entire table started laughing as well.

"A two! A fucking two!" Mooch said, practically falling out of his chair, as uproarious laughter came from the players.

"No fucking way!" Nino said, the rabbit laughing as well, but literally staring bug-eyed at the four dice at the center of the table.

The five heads of the hydra were grinning ear to ear. It was a next-to-impossible roll, but he had hit the challenges. Duke's entire face was turning red, a flustered mix of surprise and even some slight anger.

"Dude, that's hilarious!" Bill said, "Right when it counts too!"

"You bumped the table!" Duke snapped over to the squirrel, actually shocking Bill with how he quickly went from surprise to rage, "That roll doesn't count!"

"I didn't!" Bill protested.

"Duke, man, chill!" Mooch said, sensing the atmosphere of the table shifting rapidly for the worse due to Duke's outburst."

"Yeah, if he made the challenge roll that you put on him, then that's on you." Nino said, taking his seat back at the table.

"No way, I'm rolling again." The minotaur said, grabbing the D100 aggressively where it was and shaking it again.

"Hey, come on, I did exactly what you said!" The hydra said, "Don't fucking be like that!"

But Duke rolled the D100 again, the Zocchihedron rolling across the table and spinning before it came to a stop.

One.

The table burst out laughing again.

"HOLY SHIT DUDE!" Mooch shouted, standing up at the table, tears coming out of his eyes from laughing so hard.

"This is the most hilarious thing I've ever fucking seen in my entire life!" Nino said, his nose starting to run.

Duke was just slack-jawed, staring at his dice and then again at the hydra, not saying a word and barely blinking. The minotaur was at a complete loss of words before slumping back into his chair and raising his arms up, defeated. He did that a few more times, his arms flopping like a fish on a wooden dock trying to get back to water, as all the players laughed heartily.

"I just...had this great boss encounter all set up." Duke said, "And he just rolls...fucking like Wolf Christ, right when it counts."

"I honestly think this will be even more memorable than whatever it was you had planned." Bill said.

The Minotaur flopped his arms again before sitting up, just looking over all of his encounter notes.

"So the kobolds all look like they're about to attack, when they all turn to hear and see Xanoss the Tyrant, a millennia old green dragon, suddenly getting stuffed down the gullet of some hairless ape creature they had never seen before. The...giant fucking dragon just going down, bulging out the throat and belly of the warrior, and just...vanishing like that. He fights and struggles, but just.... Winds up a tail being slurped up." Duke said, just completely gobsmacked at all that.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that." Calvin teased, sticking his tongue out at the DM, "What happened to all those sprawling words describing everything?"

"Yeah." Another head on the hydra said, "That's hardly the way to describe eating someone else."

"You want to do it?" Duke said, "Cause I just...I got nothing."

"What you need is first hand experience." The hydra said, getting up from his seat, and then suddenly grabbing the DM in front of all the other players.

The head closest to his right shoulder suddenly opened his jaw wide and slid it over the shocked head of the minotaur! He shouted out, muffled as the hydra began to shove him further into his mouth with one head, and as he was doing so, using one of his others, began narrating Duke's devouring.

"The surprised creature, not suspecting that someone or something so unassuming, was capable of such a feat. As such, he was completely caught off guard by the attack, and before he could resist or counter the move, his head was stuffed into the mouth of the aggressor!"

Duke was pushing about and flailing as the hydra continued to swallow over him. His legs kicking in the air as he was pulled out of his DM's chair and gripped by the muscular player.

"And naturally, he tried to fight back, but little did he realize that when he had been caught in the jaws, his fate had been sealed. For the predator had his meal and nothing that the prey could do could break him out of the strong throat and gullet that he was trapped in."

The minotaur bulge was sinking down that neck of the hydra, making a completely outlined bulge in his throat and began pushing down into his chest as his arms and upper body slipped further into one of Calvin's mouths.

"But still, his desire to survive compelled him to fight his fate. And his struggles continued. And they would continue constantly, even as his arms and body were slipped into the tight, slimy tomb." The hydra narrated again.

Duke yelled out as his head was pushed down through Calvin's esophagus, entering a wider chamber. It was hot and dark, but the gulps continued to squeeze him down. Much to the minotaurs embarrassment, his pants were coming off from all the kicking he was doing, letting the entire table see his junk. What was worse, getting swallowed whole was turning him on, and his throbbing shaft was bouncing freely in front of all the other players.

"The shame! The shame of being swallowed was a new and surprising experience for the now-prey creature. He had done so much, but this was so new to him, and now...he found himself enjoying it! He couldn't believe it! Out of everything that could happen, as he was going down the throat of this creature, he was going to cum! The act of being devoured was a turn-on! He never knew this about himself, and now, desperate, his squirms for survival were turning into squirms to get off one last time!"

Sure enough, as Calvin was narrating, Duke's cock started to fire, shooting a few globs of cum onto the table as he slipped further into the hydra's mouth, splattering his notes and DM screen with jizz shots, before his cock and nuts slipped into the hydra. His baggy pants fell off of his legs, and the last to flip into the predator were his hooves. Calvin's firm abs, in the meantime, began to bulge outward as Duke filled his belly, making his scales creek slightly as his gut pushed out as the bulge slipped down from his throat, to his chest, to his stomach.

"Satisfied at last, having cummed one last time, the large meal was completely swallowed down, and packed into the belly of the unassuming predator. He snapped!" Calvin's devouring head snapped his jaws shut. "And trapped his prey inside of himself, letting him turn the large meal into the food he was, and let his body do to it what it does to any and all other food."

Mooch and Nino were silent, watching in shock as Calvin had just ate the DM. Bill, however, had ripped his pants off and was masturbating furiously, huffing and humping into the air. Watching the hydra eat the minotaur was too much for him to pass up, and he unloaded several ropes of squirrel jizz onto the table too.

"Sweet Wolf Christ, Bill!" Mooch finally said, breaking the silence, "Keep it in your fucking pants!"

Bill's tongue was hanging out and he slumped in his chair as his dick squirted out some more seed. He was panting hard, nearly rolling his eyes back in his head.

"Well...uhhhh..." Nino said, "That was...terrifying. And kinda hot. Though more terrifying."

The hydra's stomach was still struggling about as Duke pressed about, pushing around to try and get free from Calvin's belly. His struggles were somewhat weak though, as the afterglow of his orgasm had sapped his strength as he was curled up in the tight stomach.

"So...is this the end of the game?" Mooch said.

"I dunno, how often do you guys meet?" Calvin said.

"Once a week, every Tuesday." Nino answered. "Are we gonna need a new DM?"

Calvin patted and rubbed his stomach, feeling up the bulges and imprints that were pushing out against his scaly hide.

"Nah, he'll be back by then. I honestly hate DMing." The hydra said.

"And what should we do about the rest of this session?" Mooch asked.

"Ooh, ooh!" Bill said, the squirrel raising a jizz-covered hand, "He ate all the kobolds and then we all hitched a ride inside of him to avoid a TPK."

The other players looked at him, and then Mooch grabbed one of the D20's and rolled it.

"Works for me, I just botched a Fireball." The lion said, "I'll take that out any day."

"So next Tuesday then." The hydra said, "If you want me back, just let me know. My own game night's on a different night."

"We'll talk Duke into it. If he's still upset about you eating him, and all." Nino said.

"Alright, then let's call this sessions adventuring party a night."

(Day 12: Party)

Sajin Komamura shook his head to the side a few times. The large wolf couldn't remember what had happened just moments ago. One minute, he was walking down the road. The next, there was a sudden bright light surrounding him, then something hit him on the back of the head, and after that, everything went dark. He was still a bit woozy after that, but now he was coming too.

"What the...where am...I?" He muttered, blinking several times.

Sajin tried to move, but when he did, he heard something rattle. His arms were stuck in an upward position, and then he looked down and saw that he was chained there as well! He tugged his arms again, and both of them could hardly move. He was chained to the wall behind him, and as he tried to move his legs, he saw that they were chained back there as well!

"What is the meaning of this?" Komamura shouted out, trying to pull the chains out of the wall to get free, but it was no use. The shackles around his wrists and ankles held tight. He didn't even see a keyhole or anything around them to try and pick. He strained again, trying to use all of his strength to pull himself free from the wall. As it was now, he couldn't even have one arm reach the other, or one of his legs approach as well. He was stuck in a spread eagle standing position, only able to move a few inches due to his confines.

As his eyes started to adjust to the darkness, he suddenly had his face turn red. He looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were gone too. Every article that he had been wearing had been stripped off of him, leaving him completely naked and chained. Even more so, his dick was in a shackle as well, a thick metal ring around the middle of his cock, with it connected the ceiling!

"Well, good morning, sleepyhead."

Sajin looked around, as a voice was booming around him. It was slightly mechanical, as if coming out of a loudspeaker or if they were using some sort of voice changer box.

"Who's there? Show yourself?" Komamura demanded.

A series of lights soon turned on in the chamber the wolf was in. He closed his eyes and squinted to the side at the sudden brightness, and gingerly opened them. He had a better view of his surroundings now. Sajin looked around, and through the corner of his eye, could see the four chains he was in went back to the same wall, but it looked like they were going in separate directions. Which meant it was four different chains, not just one that looped around. Likewise, the one around his cock went to the ceiling, which was very high up. He wasn't a short man by any means. But the ceiling of this room looked like it could even hold his Bankai in it without breaking the ceiling. Then, the muscular wolf saw that his weapon was gone too. Whoever took his clothes had also disarmed him.

He growled slightly under his breath. With the lights on, he looked around to try and find his abductor.

"Up here." The voice came again.

Komamura looked up, and off to the side, he could see an elevated room, which must have been some sort of control center. The lights were much brighter there, or there was some filter on the window. He could see a shadowy figure through the glass, which raised an arm and waved at him once he had him in his sights.

"Who are you?" Komamura demanded, "Why did you lock me up like this? Why did you steal my clothes too?"

The wolf flexed and strained against his bindings, but he still couldn't pull free. A sudden jolt had him off the ground without warning, as the chains started to retract and pull back into the wall, holding Sajin up about six inches off the ground and further spreading his legs and arms apart.

"You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that." The voice said, "And that's literally the only thing little about you big boy. I had to use my largest restraints for you, especially that thick meat you're hiding."

Sajin growled again, his cheeks turning red. The fact that this mystery figure had felt him up like that was embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than the fact that he was rock hard. He'd blame the shackle for that though. It must be keeping him aroused.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The wolf growled, "This seems like a rather extreme method to just rob someone."

"Oh it's not a matter of what I want." The shadowy figure said, "As for me, you can call me The Mysterious Mr. DJ. Because I make all the requests come true. Which brings us to here."

A sudden metallic sound rang out, and in front of Sajin, a panel in the wall opened upward. A door, and then three shadowy figures emerged from the light. Once they had passed through, he could see that they were three lizardmen. They were completely naked as well, just like Sajin was, but nowhere near as muscular as the wolf. While well built, Sajin was just in a different league to them, as his firm pecs and chiseled abs on his torso matched his strong arms and thick legs. But all that strength meant nothing, since he couldn't free himself.

"Who are they?" Sajin said.

"They." The Mysterious Mr. DJ said, "Are your dinner guests. See, there's going to be a great feast being held in your honor. And don't worry, there will be plenty for you."

"If this is a feast in my honor, then why am I in chains?" Sajin shouted, still being held aloft by the tightened binds and completely prone in front of the other three.

"You'll see soon enough." The voice said, "In the meantime, I have other things I need to do. My guys here know what needs to be done, and more will be with you shortly, since I know you'll need it. Tootles."

"What does that even mean!" Komamura shouted out, but the lights in the control room above suddenly went dark. "Hey! Don't you dare leave! Get me out of this!"

The wolf snarled, but the beefy captain couldn't do anything. The three lizardmen were soon were upon him. Sajin struggled, but could only strain in his binds, when the three soon pressed up against his muscular form.

"Get off me!" He snarled, but he could only hump his hips forward and backward in the position that he was in. That wasn't nearly enough to get the three other furs away from him, and they were soon back to pressing along his body.

Sajin growled again, but couldn't get them off. He was stuck as they licked along his muscular frame, teasing his muscles and rubbing along his body. There was one that was sliding under him, grabbing at his hanging balls and giving them soft squeezes and rolling them in his palms. Another lizardman was squeezing at his firm butt cheeks, teasing them and spreading them apart and clapping them together. The wolf gritted his teeth, the unwanted and unwarranted attention doing little to solve the problem he was in right now. He could only glare and struggle helplessly as the three of them groped him and felt him up.

One of the three soon broke from the other two and stood in front of Sajin. The wolf looked down at him and the lizard grinned, looking back up. Then, the lizardman rubbed along the head of Sajin's cock and teased the slit of his shaft. With no warning, he suddenly pushed his hands into the penis of the wolf and spread his dick wide, diving into his arousal.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhhgggggg!" Sajin gasped out, feeling his penis be invaded by another male. He started to struggle and squirm in his bindings, thrusting his hips to try and get the man out of his dick. But he couldn't. The lizardman was pushing himself down deeper, and the other two were soon behind him, holding his legs up and feeding him deeper down Sajin's cock.

The wolf was starting to sweat. His breathing was heavy. The feeling in his dick was overwhelming him! He felt the male push down deeper, even squeezing through the shackle around his cock, and sliding down deeper into him.

"Get...out of...my dick!" He said, straining his body more, muscles flaring and flexing, as he tried to break free again, but the chains held. The squirming lizardman pushed deeper, legs slipping in, until just a tail was out of his cockhole, which was pulled and sucked into his meat. Sajin clenched one of his eyes, feeling the male drop down into one of his balls, adding more pressure and heft to his nuts.

Sajin was still breathing hard, his dick throbbing after all that, and his balls swinging between his legs. The other two lizardmen grinned, and went back to the wolf, approaching him again.

"What are you...stop!" He shouted, but his words had no effect. The other two were on him. The one that had been playing with his ass earlier was spreading his cheeks apart. Sajin could only bat at him with his tail, and was unable to stop him from shoving his entire head up his ass, pushing through his back ring, and making his ass start swallowing him!

The other was going up to his mouth, forcing Sajin's jaws open. This was one thing the wolf could control, and he tried to keep his mouth snapped shut. He tried to move his head out of the way, but the constant pressure of someone sliding up his ass kept making him gasp, and each time he did, the third lizard man forced his maw open just a little bit wider, until he could slip his feet along Sajin's face and push past his jawline and into him.

He still tried to fight it, but for all the strength the muscular canine had, he couldn't keep them from forcing themselves into his body against his will. Even with his dick throbbing hard, the sensation and feelings all over him, he didn't want this. But he was being force-fed, and couldn't stop him.

The canine's throat gulped, and his ass clenched and pulled, sucking them up deeper as his body was turning on him, and the men were vanishing quickly into him.

At that moment, another metallic sound rang through the room. The door panel that was in front of him opened once more. This time, instead of just three lizardmen, there was an entire crowd of naked, muscular furs. Sajin's eyes went wide, as they began marching into the chamber towards him. This had to be what that shadowy DJ said about a feast! They were all going to force themselves into him!

"Stay back! Don't do it!" Sajin shouted, trying to pull free from his binds again, the chains jangling loudly as the crowd of men was upon him.

A white lion was first in line, and he kneeled in front of Sajin's cock, licking at his cumslit. The wolf penis was then spread open by the feline and he pushed himself down into the captains dick! The wolf arched his back, howling out in protest again, but like before, he was helpless against the swarm of men forcing themselves into his body. There was a large fox going behind him and shoving his feet into his ass, sliding himself deeper into his backside. A hare climbed up onto his chest and pushed himself past Sajin's mouth and slid down his throat along his tongue. There was a large dragon that, as soon as the lion had been completely swallowed by his cock, pushed himself in there as well, even before the bulge had slipped into his nuts.

Sajin struggled, feeling more hands rubbing, a rhino squeezing along and pumping his pecs. The wolf panted, but realized too late that the male teasing his chest was then pressing himself between the muscular mounds on them! His pecs began to flex involutarily, against his will, grinding along the horned male as it pulled him in! Komamura strained, his entire body tense as he was being invaded and bulged out.

His firm abs were already doming outward with prey men stretching his gut out. Once the dragon had dropped into his balls and another male stretched open his cum hole, he felt his balls get so heavy that they hit the floor. A quick grind and pull of his pecs engulfed the rhino into his muscles, his chest further bulging. This was later assisted by a set of twin jackals, each one teasing and tugging on one of Sajin's nipples, aiming to get the hole to open, before they pushed themselves into the gaping chest crowns!

And still, Komamura could see more furs pushed into the room from the open door, each one finding a spot on his body to send themselves down. Soon it was no longer one by one, but now multiple men pushing into each hole they could find! Three furs grabbed at the edges of Sajin's cock to force it to stretch wider before each shoved their feet into his cumslit and let it clamp along their ankles. The huge mass of prey was finally enough to make the shackle along his cock buckle and break, but Komamura's arousal was too active now, he couldn't get soft if he wanted to!

Two more men forced themselves into his pecs, and three more into each nipple, making Sajin's chest inflate and bulge out so much that it engulfed his own head in meat. His muscle gut kept doming upward and outward, and then furs began to push into his navel, using that as another entrance to get into his expanding stomach. His ass clenched around three sets of feet, belonging to three different furs, and soon they even grabbed him by the tail and forced that tip to open as well, feeding themselves to every hole on his body!

His body kept shaking, taking in all that mass into itself. His muscles bulged outward, getting larger by the second, which only made him a larger container for all the prey forcing themselves into him. His cock, formerly three feet long, was approaching twenty, and just as thick. His cumslit was so stretched, so large now, that the furs didn't need to pull it open, they could simply walk into it to reach Sajin's nuts.

Sajin was losing all sense of time, as everything was pleasure against his will. He didn't even notice with the chains on his arms and legs broke from his growing mass. There was no clock in the room either, only the sensation of being filled and growing bigger. From his feet to his cheeks, to his pecs to his nuts, Komamura was bloating out with men.

It may have felt like forever, but after a while, Sajin noticed that he was no longer being force-fed. All that there was, was squirming in his nuts, pecs, and stomach. He lay flat on the floor, pinned under his own weight. His pecs were the size of a three story house, each. His throbbing nubs bulged out, each nipple bigger than he was before he had been caught. His gut was domed outward, almost reaching the underside of the command chamber he saw the shadowy figure. His right and left nuts were so massive that they looked like furry mountains, each large enough that the cum inside could be classified as a lake. His cock, stretched, engorged, and throbbing, was flopped on his stomach, dripping pre all over his domed abs. For as stuffed as he was, he was still built like an olympian.

Just an olympian that was pinned under five massive furry spheres. In fact, it was impossible to even see Sajin under his own size, as looking from any angle but ground level would just show the massive, bulging, round body parts.

All this in just forty-eight hours of force feeding.

Sajin couldn't see it over his pecs, but the light on the control chamber soon turned on again.

"Ah good. He's ready." The shadowy figure said to himself, and pressed a button on a communication panel.

"Mr. Lad, your request is ready. Sajin Komamura bloated out bigger than a parade float. He's all yours." He said, contacting his client, "And thanks again for using my services. You can come pick him up at your convenience."

The Mysterious Mr. DJ then checked over the list for who he needed to bulk up next.

(Day 13: Unwilling Pred)

The scientist poured over his papers, running different calculations over and over on the different pages. His breathing was getting intense, as he felt he was so close to a breakthrough. He poured over the numbers, the dimensions, the different engineering aspects, looking at the design for the invention he and his partners had been developing for what seemed like forever.

"I think...." The squirrel said, pushing his glasses up his face, "I think...yes...yes...YES!"

He suddenly leapt up from his seat and pumped his fist in victory.

"I've got it! I figure it out! IT! WILL! WORK!"

He quickly rushed over to the prototype model that the team had been developing. There were a few adjustments to be made, but if he worked through the night, by the time his first lab partner came in, they'd get to see that the invention that they had spent so much of their lives working on, that they had spent so many sleepless nights attempting to create, would finally be made into a reality.

The squirrel got some of the small tools they needed and went over to the prototype, and was determined not to stop until everything was ready. The hours passed, and slowly the sun started to rise. The beams of light came in through the one window of the lab and crept along the floor, as the scientist continued to work.

Soon, another set of footsteps started to echo through the laboratory, and an orca poked his head through the door, after seeing the lights were on. He looked around and saw the other scientist standing still next to the prototype.

"Dr. Grimaldi?" He said, "Are you alright?"

"It's done." The squirrel said.

"Done?" The orca scientist came into the room, "You mean?"

Dr. Grimaldi turned around and held up the prototype. It was a raygun looking device, with a few knobs and dials on it, and there were deep bags under his eyes.

"I worked on it all night, but I finally cracked the cube paradox!" The squirrel said, "I made the adjustments, and now it's real! It's ready! An honest-to-wolf christ Shrink Ray! Dr. Decker! We have made Science Fiction into Science Fact!"

To prove his work, Dr. Grimaldi stepped away from where he was standing, and showed off a selection of shrunken chairs, tables, and electrical parts.

"That's incredible, Dr. Grimaldi!" Dr. Decker said, the orca looking over the pages of notes that were scattered on the table near him. He looked them over a few times, several of the equations matching up, and solving the paradox they had been working on that had halted their progress.

"We have to get everything ready!" The squirrel said, putting the ray gun next to the muscular, lab coat-wearing orca and gathering some of the designs, "We have to contact the patent offices, the media! We need to tell the Nobel committee! All of those problems, like landfills and space constraints! We can just shrink them down to the size of an atom now! Our invention will save the world!"

Dr. Decker looked over the shrink ray that had been left by him and examined it. The orca checked over some of the dials and fiddled with it a few times. He looked over it a few times, and then looked over to Dr. Grimaldi. He was approaching the office phone, and still ranting on about how their invention would change the world.

"Dr. Grimaldi." The orca said, "Just looking at this, did it account for how it would work if used on other furs?"

"Hmmm?" The squirrel said, "I didn't have any subjects to test that on. Just some of the objects in the lab."

"Then that needs testing too." Dr. Decker said, a small smile creeping up on his face,and then he points the ray gun towards the squirrel and pulls the trigger on him!

The tip of the raygun lit up and suddenly shot out a red beam at Dr. Grimaldi which crashed into the other scientist! He squeaked out, dropping the papers, as the red beam illuminated his entire body, giving him an unearthly red glow. But, the shrink ray was taking effect over him, his body slowly starting to shrink down. A foot soon vanished from his body, his lab coat shrinking down with him, getting smaller and smaller as the seconds passed. The already large orca looked to be getting taller and taller, but he knew it was himself shrinking down to a smaller state!

The shrinking continued until Dr. Grimaldi was no taller than three inches.

"Dr. Decker!" The squirrel shrieked out, his voice tiny and high-pitched, "What did you do?"

"Hmmm..." The orca said, "This is the largest size for this shrink ray? Interesting. So you tested it and smallest is subatomic?"

"That doesn't matter!" Dr. Grimaldi said, "You have no idea what you've done!"

"I shrank you and tested the shrink ray on a living creature, meaning it can work on them." The orca said, "I'll have to make note that it shrank your clothes too. Though, looking over it, I can't seem to find a way to reverse this."

"Because there IS no reverse!" Dr. Grimaldi said, the squirrel's tail fluffing up in anxiety, "It can only shrink! It will take years...decades even, to make a growth ray!"

The orca looked over the shrink ray again. Sure enough, the three-inch size was the largest that it could be set to, with the smallest size a stick figure standing atop a classic atom model.

"Well, I guess you're stuck like this for now." The orca said.

"I can't believe you did something so bone-headed!" Dr. Grimaldi said, "You have no idea what you've done! I knew I shouldn't have taken you onto this team! You used to be a meathead in high school. You can't trust jocks with anything! Now look what you've done! Everything is ruined! I'm going to make sure that you pay for this, Dr. Decker! You'll regret even TOUCHING my invention!"

As the squirrel ranted on, the smile on the orca's face was shrinking down to a frown. His mood was quickly souring as the shrunk squirrel was reading him the riot act. But going into his high school like that? Sure, he was a football player back then, but he loved science just as much as anyone else. It's why he decided to go into this field instead of pursuing sports! But then at the end? Calling it his invention? Negating the team's efforts for his own? Sure, he'd give him credit for solving that final paradox, but he was certain they'd be close to cracking it on their own!"

"You know," Dr. Decker said, stepping towards the shrunken squirrel. His heavy steps were making a few vibrations on the floor, and the squirrel was losing his balance by the shaking, falling to his knees and hands, "You've been working so hard lately, perhaps you need a rest."

The orca picked up the prone squirrel and held him in his palm, the frown on his face starting to go into a grin again. "Perhaps...a long rest. An...eternal rest."

The squirrel froze up at that, and looked up at the orca.

"Dr....Decker?" He said, seeing the look on his face shift to something more sinister. "Now...don't do anything too hasty... !"

The orca smirked, and peeled off the squirrel's lab coat and clothing he was wearing. The squirrel was naked, stuck in the palm in his hand, and with his free one, he tugged the edge of his pants down.

"You know Dr. Grimaldi, it's true. I used to be a jock." Dr. Decker said, "And back in the locker rooms, I used to be known for two things. One, coming up with new plays with the coach because I was smart enough to do that. Two ... having the largest dick on the team in a generation."

The orca fished his cock out of his pants, and showed off his monster-sized four foot shaft. The black cock was meaty, with the underside and head of it the same white as his belly. And the more he teased it, the larger it was getting! The giant cock on Dr. Decker was growing larger as he was getting more aroused, and he still jacked his arousal several times, the dick getting larger than seven feet now, and approaching the nose of the musclebound scientist!

"And now." The orca said, "I think it's about time you find out what I can do with this. I didn't have to shrink you to make you cock food, but now that you're this small, it'll be easy."

The orca teased open the head of his huge cock, yawning the gaping slit and holding Dr. Grimaldi over the gaping hole and then sliding his face into his cockhole!

"Don't!" Dr. Grimaldi shouted, "Please! I don't want to be cock food!"

But the orca didn't stop, pushing half of the squirrel into his dick and then slowly started jacking him down his thick cock. The thick dick clenched and sucked, the rippling cum tunnel working him further into his meat. Dr. Decker bit at his lower lip, feeling the squirrel squirming in his cock tunnel, and his dick kept pulling hard. The legs of the other scientist hung over the tip of his slit and soon were slurped down the black and white penis!

"Ahh...there we go." The orca said, gripping at the bulge, and then brought his hand right above it and started to squeeze. The squirrel-shaped bulge was being pushed down, mixed with the pulling of the dick, kept sending him down the massive cock, pushing him down all the way. The orca's cock bounced and flexed, the head flaring as pre began to flow out of his penis, and soaking the squirrel, matting his fur, mixing with the heat in the dick.

Within a minute, the squirrel was pushed down into his balls. He yelled out as he fell an entire foot to reach the cum pools of the orca. The foot he fell to reach the fluid felt like falling off a two story building to his shrunk state. The impact knocked the air out of him and he gasped out, breathing in the musk and hot sticky spooge. His glasses were coated in sperm, and he tried to swim in the thick spunk. But, with the air thick with the orca's musk, and his lungs already aching, he only managed a few weak strokes before he slipped under the surface of the white sea.

Dr. Decker shook his balls a few times. The huge orbs were so massive that as the squirrel sank below, coughing and gagging on cum, he wouldn't be able to reach any of the other walls before the orca's balls claimed him. Soon, there would be no trace of Dr. Grimaldi at all inside of him, completely taken by one of his colleagues.

"Ahhh...much better." Dr. Decker said, stroking his cock a few times. He'd be hard all day, but he had no time to fap now. The others would be arriving soon, and he wouldn't be able to unload his new squirrel load until he got home. Though the squirrel barely added anything, so it wasn't really fair to call him a load. More like a droplet in his sea of spunk.

Of course, he had to get the lab prepared before then, and he gathered up the papers that the squirrel had dropped about. He'd get everything looking nice and presentable, and then claim that he was the one that solved the cube paradox. He wouldn't need to test the shrink ray on the others. He wouldn't need to shrink them down if he needed to get rid of them the way he got rid of Dr. Grimaldi..

But he didn't mind sharing the credit. After all, the shrink ray really would change the world.

(Day 14: Science)

Tor Caiman picked out a club from his golf bag and looked it over for a moment. The alligator's eyes slanted while he adjusted his shirt, wearing a cotton polo, and a set of Bermuda shorts. It was all tucked in, and slightly tight, but perfect for the warm weather. It wasn't hot, but it was sunny, so he wore a set of shades across his muzzle as well. He looked over to his guest at the course, one of his employees.

"So, you've really never been golfing, have you Tris?" The alligator said.

The large, muscular golden eagle looked rather uncomfortable in the proper golfing attire, his feathers poking out from the collar of the shirt he was wearing. It was loose enough to still give him freedom of movement, but still tight enough that all of the eagle's muscles could be clearly seen and defined. Likewise, Tris's hyper junk bulged out obscenely, pushing out past his own pecs, as the pants he was wearing were not designed to hold something that big without support.

"No, I have not, Mr. Caiman." The eagle said.

The gator tossed the eagle the golf club he was holding.

"Save the formalities for the office." Tor said, "Here on the golf course, it's just Tor. And you'll love it. A battle of wits between a player and the ball. They say that any true business that means anything gets done on a golf course, not in some boardroom or meeting hall. I tend to believe that."

Tris caught the club that was tossed at him and looked it over. Aside from knowing which end to hit the ball with, none of the other terms of definitions of golf meant anything to him. But, Tor was also the chief prosecutor of his office, and had sway over the entire department as well as keeping his ear attuned to the going-ons in other districts. Tris also knew that while he may seem aloof, his mind was as sharp as a bear trap, and always seemed to know who to assign to certain cases. So when Tor, the big boss, said he wanted to go golfing with him, he knew it wasn't a request, it was an order.

The duo were soon on the first hole, the pair having gotten a caddy, and looking out over the landscaped course. The grass was perfectly cut, with a few pits of sand to the side, and trees lining around it.

"Eighteen holes of pure bliss." Tor said, "I'm guessing you know the basics, right? You need to get the ball in the hole in the fewest number of strokes, yes?"

The eagle nodded.

"I'll let you borrow my clubs, since this is your first time going through, but the next time I invite you over, I expect you to have some of your own." The alligator said.

"There's going to be a next time?" Tris asked.

The gator laughed, his firm stomach bouncing a few times. "Quite the joker, aren't you?" He said, "We'll see how this goes before deciding that, see how long it takes you to get the hang of it. How does that sound?"

"I'll give it my best." Tris said, before letting the boss go first.

Tor placed the ball on the tee and picked up one of his clubs out of the golf bag. He took a stance and planted his feet to the ground, squared his shoulders, and brought in a great swing.

The golf ball was thwacked hard, arcing high into the sky, and coming down later on the path.

"That's a good shot, on a par four hole." Tor said.

"So it's a matter of getting the ball arc to such a way as to get it into the hole?" Tris asked.

"There's a bit more to it than that." Tor said, "That's why there's all the hazards, undulating greens, water pits, it's meant to be a thinking game."

Tris blinked a few times and looked things over, eyeing the hole. It was several yards away, but he did some quick math in his head. He was still silent for a bit, but then took one of the clubs. He eyed it, then put it back, checking the head on another one.

"Need any help picking your club, Tris?" Tor said, watching the eagle look through his collection of clubs.

"Nope." Tris said, "I think I got the hang of it."

"Well, we'll see once you take your first shot." The gator said.

Tris did finally get a club from his boss's bag of them, and then did the same. He put a ball on the tee, looked it over for a moment, and then looked at the club. His gaze then turned skyward, looking at the slight breeze affecting the treetops surrounding them. He blinked a few times, and then matched the stance that Tor had taken earlier. His clothes were starting to feel a bit tight, and he craned his head just a little to see how the angle of the club matched with the ball.

"Whenever you're ready." Tor said.

The eagle was still silent, and then pulled the club back several degrees before swinging down with a firm whack to the ball. The golf ball flew high into the air, arcing far above them as it careened towards the green. Tor's jaw dropped slightly and he raised up his sunglasses like he couldn't believe his eyes.

He pulled out a pair of binoculars from his bag and looked through it, and saw that Tris's ball had landed not just on the green, but stopped six inches from the hole.

"Holy..." Tor said, "On a par four? Tris, you better not be ringing me. You swear you've never played before?"

"Never in my life." Tris said, "But my eyes are good. And when i took a look back at everything, I realized that this whole thing is a giant physics problem. Arcs, forces, angles, it was a bit tricky to convert the yards and degrees into meters and radians, but nothing I can't really handle as long as I have a moment of silence to think it over."

Tor was still a bit shocked by all this, but then he gave the eagle a very toothy grin.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you Tris?" Tor said, motioning for the caddy to get their clubs and then walked to where their balls landed, "Guess those eyes of yours are can spot problems like that as easily as they can spot evidence. Maybe I should take up physics."

"The hardest part is determining the amount of power to use." Tris said, "Every other variable can be rendered static or planned for, up to the wind, at least within the margins of error."

"I'll keep that in mind." Tor said, "For now, let's keep playing."

Tor grabbed one of his clubs and lined up his shot again once he was at the ball. A quick whack sent it flying, and the party of two were soon upon his next drop, this time just barely off the green.

"Well Tris, you may get eagle if you sink that putt." Tor said, pulling a putter out of his bag and handing it to the beefy avian, "So I hope your short game is as good as your driving."

"I suppose we'll see." Tris said, taking the putter and lining up his shot on the green.

The eagle looked over the ball, the distance to the hole, and arced the putter back slightly and gave the ball a light tap, moving the the necessary few inches to drop it into the hole.

"Eagle for the rookie." Tor said, scritching the note on a pad, "Perhaps that's beginners luck, or we have ourselves a natural at the game."

Tor took out one of his clubs as well, and gave the ball a quick thwack with it, sinking the shot on his third hit, coming in at birdie.

"Not a bad first hole." Tor said, "Come on, we have seventeen more to go."

Tor snapped his fingers to the caddy, who then called for them to get a golf cart. The boss gator climbed into the driver's seat, and when Tris climbed in next to him, the cart almost went onto two legs from the size of the eagle, but still stayed on all four wheels. When the caddy got into the back with the clubs, Tor started driving towards the start for the next hole.

"So, while we have a moment Tris." Tor said, "I wanted to ask you a few things."

"Yes?" Tris asked, "Do go on."

"What would you say the job of a prosecutor is?" The gator asked him.

"The job of a prosecutor is to make sure that those who are guilty are punished for the crimes they commit, and to prove that to the court." Tris said.

"That's the textbook, but what is it to you?" Tor said. "You must have some underlying philosophy for it, since you were able to talk that assistant of yours...Vince, was it? You talked him out of being a lawyer and to join up at our office."

"Vincent, but Vince is acceptable." Tris said.

"Right, him." Tor said, "So tell me. To you. What is your job?"

The eagle looked over to Tor and then sat back in the seat in the golf cart.

"The job is the truth." Tris said, "While there may be exceptions and circumstances that change things, the job of a prosecutor is to get to the truth of what happened if a case comes to court. To show that truth to determine guilt or innocence. As such, we count on the police and detectives to do their job, so we can do ours. If they falter, or are corrupt, it corrupts the entire process. Likewise, if there are prosecutors or police who fabricate the evidence, then that speaks poorly on our entire system. If a lawyer can find proof in the evidence then their client is innocent, then that's what the evidence will say. As such, any attempt to hide the truth, or try to keep one from justice cannot be tolerated."

"Truth, huh?" Tor said, "That's an interesting and idealized way to look at it. I suppose if the world was perfect that would be the way to go."

"Just because the world isn't perfect is no reason to try and strive away from it." Tris said.

"Oh I agree." The gator said, "To hit perfection, means there's no future growth or learning, or continuing on from there. Perfection is stagnation. I spit on perfection."

The cart ride was silent for a moment again, before Tor spoke back up.

"Still, I like that Tris." Tor said, "To you, it's more about getting to the bottom of things and proving it. Not about records or political pressure or anything."

"If we don't, then law is just words on paper that mean nothing." Tris said. "There is a high level of trust that we put into all of the moving parts."

"So to you, the worst thing someone can do is make forged evidence." Tor said.

"Our jobs, and the jobs of those against us in court, involve lives being at stake." Tris said, "To do that is to say that their lives mean nothing. If they are guilty, they should be punished. The innocent should go free."

Tor was silent again, but then stopped at the next hole. "We're here. This one is a par 3."

"Is that all, Tor?" Tris asked.

"Tris, right now, focus on the golf game." The alligator said, "There'll be time for all that later."

The next hole had a rough in the middle of it, and then had a near ninety-degree curve. Unless someone wanted to try and hit it over the treeline, then a hole in one was next to impossible. Following the fairway was probably the safest bet, getting to the corner shot, and then going for the hole after that.

Tor got out of the cart, set up his tee, and grabbed a club. He then lined up his shot before whacking the ball onto the fairway. It was a beautiful line shot that landed right on the fairway, going between two sandtraps and a rough.

"Good shot, I'm guessing." Tris said.

"Absolutely." Tor said, "Are you gonna try to do another direct shot Tris?"

"I can see the green from here, but not the hole." The eagle said, looking through the treelines. "So I might."

"Be my guest." Tor said.

Like before, the eagle set up the tee and then took one of his bosses clubs. After looking over them for a moment, and then looking towards where the green should be, he set his position up and took a swing. The ball went soaring over the treetops, and then it went out of sight.

"Hope we find it there, or it's a scratch." Tor said, "But with how you've been shooting, I wouldn't be surprised if it went right down the hole."

"I can't see it either." Tris said, his eyes looking through the trees. "I am pretty sure it landed there, though. Unless there was a variable I can't see."

"Never know." Tor said, "That's the risk."

The gator smirked and the two walked down the fairway to where Tor's ball landed. The gator was quick to line up his shot and make the swing, before Tris could even get situated, and then they continued down the way. He was slightly curious as to why the boss did that, since he seemed to be a rather cautious player, but as they made the turn, his eyes spotted why he wanted to do that.

As they continued to the hole, Tris could see that there were two figures on the green by the hole. They were both tied up next to each other. He didn't recognize one, it was a lion in a police uniform. The other was someone from the office. A rabbit. He vaguely remembered seeing him every so often, usually going into other courtrooms. He had been there maybe two years less than Tris had been? He tried to remember, until he recalled the name.

"Isn't that Zin? From the office?" Tris asked.

"That is Zin." Tor said, "And Officer Nokar."

The eagle was very quick to pick up on the calm demeanor of his boss.

"I'm guessing you put them here for a reason? As well as tying them up?" Tris asked.

"I did neither, I had men to do that for me." Tor said, "Tris, you're right about several things. One of which is the problem corruption has in our line of work. For example, Officer Nokar here has a bad habit of planting weapons at the scene of crimes. And Zin has, on several occasions, falsified reports, destroyed evidence, and forged everything you can imagine. All in the name of his own record."

"I see." Tris said.

"You see, Tris." Tor said, "All it takes is a few like that, and not only do innocent people get locked up for doing nothing wrong, but it looks bad on our department as well when it's discovered. They wonder 'what happened?' 'How could they have gotten this so wrong?' Like you've said, the truth gets out eventually. And those that try to hide it like these two, for their own gains, well...we don't really need them. Do we, Tris?"

"Are you saying..." Tris asked.

"All I'm saying is..." Tor walked up onto the green of the gold course and looked into the hole. Tris's ball had landed right in there, between the two tied up furs. He reached in, pulled it out, and tossed it to the eagle, "It looks like you got a hole in one. Maybe you'll get two in one hole next."

That was exactly what Tor was saying. Then again, it wasn't like Tris hid what he could do. The gator found where his ball had landed, and pulled out a club, and knocked his ball into the hole, making par.

"Don't be too long, we have sixteen more holes to go." Tor said, reaching in and getting his ball, before having the caddy get the cart ready.

Tris was already pulling his junk out of his golf pants. The throbbing eagle cock was growing larger, finally free from the tight confines of the pants he was in. His arousal reached up, sliding past his pecs and then beyond his own head. Tris's cock bulged outward, growing past twenty feet long and soon was approaching thirty. Tor licked at his muzzle as he watched the eagle getting steadily harder and harder, and saw the two tied-up furs struggling harder and trying to break their bonds.

At thirty feet long and almost ten feet wide, Tris brought his penis over the heads of the lion and the rabbit, before his cum slit gaped open and spread over them. Zin and Officer Nokar both gave muffled screams before they were engulfed by the hyper eagle penis. The slit clenched and clamped over both of them and then the strong pulling started. The force of Tris's cock sucking them down hoisted them both off the ground, squeezing them together as they were pulled up Tris's dick. The cock bulged with their outline, the rippling tunnel squeezing and pulling them in deeper before both of them were sucked beyond the eagle's cockhead, which closed behind them.

The two prey were sliding down Tris's arousal now, making a lewd bulge in the underside of his cock, and were fighting the whole way down. But the slick cum tunnel was dragging them further in, working them into the depths of the eagle. His dick flexed and flared, and soon they pushed down to the base of his dick and squeezed through the inner ring, falling into his balls. The splash into his cum was loud enough that it could be heard over the sound of the engine on the golf cart.

With the men in his nuts, Tris hiked up the golf pants he was wearing, trying to get his dick back into them. It wouldn't be easy, since his nuts had slipped out as well, and had two squirming furs inside them, struggling for survival inside his musky, cum-filled chambers.

"It might take me a while to get these back on." Tris said to Tor, "It was hard enough getting into them the first time, and I wasn't hard when I did."

"Just go without them, this one time." Tor said, "But you'll need to make sure you're wearing clothes that can hold your junk next time."

The eagle dragged his sac behind him as he got to the cart, his hyper shaft still pointing skyward and he took his seat next to the boss.

"So there is going to be a next time." Tris said.

"You keep this up and you're going to go far in my department, Tris." Tor said, "Just save some of that load for me later. Besides, we got a golf game to finish."

(Day 15: Eagle)

The Lucario hopped off of the elevated platform, suddenly increasing his speed in the air before launching an aura-powered kick into the back of the Incineroar. The fire-type was knocked back slightly, but quickly rolled back before putting up his guard. The follow-up strike from the Lucario hit his guard, leaving him unharmed. The Incineroar dropped his guard and went for a grab, but the Lucario quickly rolled back before unleashing his charged Aura Sphere into him.

The Incineroar was still off-balance from the failed grab and got hit right in the face with the supercharged blue blast and was sent flying backwards several feet. He quickly righted himself and hopped back up, just barely catching onto the ledge to keep him from falling off into the endless abyss below.

The Lucario tried to go for another hit as Incineroar climbed back up, but he rolled behind him and then started to spin, attempting to hit the other fighter with a Darkest Lariat. But the Lucario quickly double-teamed him, vanishing from sight and then suddenly zooming in from behind and smacking Incineroar in the back!

Incineroar was sent flying deeper into the stage and landed with a thud. The fighting cat wasn't getting off of the ground, and then the Lucario was running up behind him. He came to a stop right at the Incineroar's feet before reaching to grab them. Then, without warning, a thick red canine cock appeared on his thighs and he started to stuff the feet of the Incineroar into his cockslit!

The fighter tried to break out, but his body was being dragged in, his damage from the fight too high for him to resist his sudden devouring. The Lucario moaned out happily, feeling his arousal stretch over the form of the furry fighter, and his arousal crept up over him, pulling him deeper inside. A set of blue balls then appeared on him, and the outline and bulge of the Incineroar were pushed down into it as he sucked him deeper into his dick.

It was a very quick swallowing, and soon the chest, beefy arms, and head of Incineroar were down Lucario's cock. His entire body stretched out the balls that formed and they bounced several times before there was a deep rumbling from them. The stretched orbs soon shrank down, becoming very large, but very clearly no longer having anything solid in them. The Lucario stroke his shaft a few times and several ropes of cum came splattering out of his dick hole.

"GAME!"

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Zeryx the ram said, his mouth wide open as he stared at the screen. He had been seated on the floor with his back to the couch since he had started playing. "Since when could Lucario do that?"

Raz the Lucario smirked, holding his controller to his side as he had won yet another game, and crossed his legs while seated on the couch.

"It's the final smash." He said, "And that's a victory for me. You really should have kept up with the game since Brawl, Zeryx."

"There's no way that they'd put cockvore in a video game like this. Especially one being sold in wide release." Zeryx said, his face beet red, "Did you hack the game?"

"Well... I didn't." Raz said, "But I did know someone who could make a few...changes to some of the character models and attack buttons. I can even set it to erase the character if they get gulped."

"That's...not necessary." Zeryx said.

"Anyway, you remember our agreement." Raz said, "Winner takes all. And right now, I want to take that cute ram booty."

Zeryx suddenly maahed out as the strong arms of Raz wrapped around him from behind. He was pulled upward, back towards the sofa, and suddenly he was seated on Raz's lap. His blush got heated as he felt the thick arousal of Raz grind up against his backside. His tail fluttering about rapidly as he was then held against the chest of the Lucario.

Raz then leaned up close to Zeryx's ear and whispered softly into it.

"Bleat." He ordered.

The ram did as he was ordered, bleating out cutely before Raz hoisted Zeryx up several inches and then sat him down on his dick. His arousal quickly found its home, plunging right in between his perky buttcheeks. Zeryx bleated out much more forcefully this time, as Raz held the ram close to his chest and abs, and then began bouncing him on his throbbing arousal.

Zeryx didn't want to admit it, but the hack of the game had gotten him super-duper teased up. His own dick had pushed free from it's sheath even before Raz had hoisted him up, but now that he was in this position with the bara Lucario? It was getting to be more than he could handle. His own cock was throbbing and leaking pre already and bouncing against his belly with the thrusts that Raz was giving him.

But the Lucario wasn't done. He still humped his hips upward, thrusting into the sheep's rump, but he also leaned in as he was doing so and nibbling on the tips of the sheep's horns. The sensation was enough to make Zeryx maaaah out again, his rump tightly clenching, and squeezing around the throbbing hard shaft inside of his rump.

"Mmmm...tastes like vanilla. I like that." Raz said, holding Zeryx closer to his chest to further nibble along the hoofer he was plowing.

The Lucario was being dominant but caring as he continued plunging his dick into the ram. His ears fluttered and his tail brushed against the firm abs of Raz. Zeryx couldn't contain himself any longer, and as he clenched his rump tightly around the firm shaft of the Lucario, he started to cum. Shots of white seed pumped out of his dick and soaked onto his belly and chest from his open labcoat. Several more gushes emerged, his throbbing meat starting to ache from such a powerful orgasm, and he spread his legs apart as he was unloading. A few more shots went wild and soaked onto the floor and couch. But Zeryx unloaded for a solid half minute before his flow died down, his rump loosening the tight clench it had on Raz's shaft.

"Oh, a cream coating for me? How generous. Needs cream filling too though." Raz said, licking along Zeryx's head and horns again before he tightened his grip on the sheep and his dick started to unload as well. The large shaft on the muscular Lucario bulged out, spreading the ram's tail star, and began painting his insides white with thick Raz cum. The thrusting dick slammed along the sheep's prostate, making Zeryx's dick bounce to life again, but the flow of seed continued to fill his rump, with several gooey shots making it all the way up to his stomach.

It was two minutes before Raz was done unloading, and by the time he was, he was panting hard as well, starting to sweat from the exertion. But Zerxy was practically lifeless, flopping over Raz's shoulders and held up only by his strong grip.

"Whew, riding your tail is quite the exercise." Raz said, "I need something to eat to get that energy back... something...vanilla flavored."

The sheep's ears flicked upward as he suddenly felt something wet and hot engulf over the top of his head. Raz's jaw was stretched open wide, and soon nomphed down over the top half of Zeryx's head, clamping over his eyes and horns.

"Maaah!" The ram gasped out but Raz kept gulping over his head, stuffing more of the ram into his muzzle as his tongue slurped and licked at his fleece. His jaw spread wider, soon taking the entire head of the sheep into him, and then he started to swallow, letting his strong throat muscles help gulp him down.

Raz hoisted Zeryx up, pulling him up off of his dick, and a steady flow of cum poured out of the sheep rear. But soon his entire head was shoved into Raz's muzzle, and then taking the wet, long slide down his throat. The esophagus of Raz rippled around his face and muzzle as he stretched his jaws wider to work in the sheep's shoulders, and his grip moved downward, moving to Zeryx's hips to further hoist him upward.

The bara Lucario was swallowing over the ram's chest and arms now, gulping him down as his throat and chest bulged outward with the hoofer outline, and he held his head back to further swallow the defeated gamer. His tongue kept slurping and lapping all over him, and saliva dripped from the roof of his mouth onto the sheep's chest and belly. The gulps and swallows of Raz echoed through the game room as he had over half of the ram inside his mouth.

Zeryx's head soon reached the end of Raz's esophagus and pushed into the wide open stomach of the Lucario, a hot blast of air hitting his face. He weakly kicked his legs as Raz swallowed over his cum-soaked belly, and then felt his arousal slip into the hot mouth as he was further eaten whole. Raz's own stomach was starting to push out, his firm abs doming outward as a full grown ram was entering him. He still continued to slurp and swallow though, his throat and pecs still bulging with his meal's form. Before long, though, he hoisted up the legs of the ram upward and craned his neck to look up. With that, just a few firm swallows were all it would take to get the rest of the ram in.

His knees slipped beyond Raz's jaws. Then his shins. Then, just a pair of hooves were sticking out beyond Raz's muzzle. A quick swallow pulled them in, and he snapped his jaws shut. A few more rippling pulls of his throat sent Zeryx entirely into Raz's belly, the Lucario's gut bulged outward with his meal.

"Ahhhhhh..." Raz said, taking a deep breath and flopping on the sofa. He patted an arm on his stomach and rubbed at the curled-up sheep inside of him before burping loudly. His stomach wobbled and he stood upward. He stretched out, arching his back and slapping his cock along the underside of his domed gut, hearing a few joints pop as he did so.

"Now that was tasty." Raz said, before crashing back onto the sofa and picking up his controller again. "Though I guess back to single player now."

(Day 16: Game/Gaming)

"Quiet night out here tonight."

The Cyber Centurion looked out over one of the rooftops as he was speaking to himself. Crossroads City seemed to be pretty quiet, with just the lights of traffic going on, and the steady sounds of progress echoing through the air. Even though it was very late, there were a small handful of furs out. Some must have been late night workers. Others were maybe out enjoying the nightlife Crossroads had. There was something for everyone there, and the midnight blue squirrel was going to make sure that it was safe.

"Might be able to call it early tonight, Vincent." He said again, doing one more look over the edge of the rooftop.

Everything seemed to be clear so far. He gave all four directions a quick once-over, looking for anything that may need his assistance. No screams for help, no fires or alarms or sirens going off, it didn't even seem like there was a traffic accident that needed his help. The bulky, muscular squirrel stood up and stretched out. His suit tightened over his body to match his movements, and he popped his neck to the side.

"Maybe I'll go grab a drink." The super hero said, "Night still seems young to hit it before last call."

The muscular squirrel raised up a hand and formed one of his hard light barriers and started to ride down the slide he was making. He came to a stop in an alleyway between two apartment buildings on the other side of the street. The bulky super hero landed in what looked to be a quiet spot, and decided this would be a good spot to change back into his civilian wear.

It was a secret to everyone, but the sources of his power, aside from his already natural size and strength, were in the boots and gauntlets that he wore. They gave him an impressive boost in power and strength, as well as the hard light generation that he used. The rest of his clothes were designed to be tight enough for him to not have anything get caught, which also meant that it showed off every inch of his body through the clothing. Every flex of his muscle to his massive bulge between his legs, were all completely enhanced and highly visible in the skintight super suit.

It would just take a few minutes and he could change out of his hero outfit, and The Cyber Centurion would go back to being Vincent the mechanic.

What Vincent didn't realize is that, as he was tugging open the top half of his suit to undress, that someone had just started walking down that alleyway he was in. Zack the Eevee, a reporter on the fighting league in town, had his face in his phone when he turned the corner into the alleyway where the hero was changing. He tapped a few things and stopped just inches away from the squirrel, because he suddenly felt the huge presence of the muscular hero in front of him.

Vincent had his arms up, fingers under the tight edges of the shirt of his hero suit, and was gradually pulling it up and over his thick pecs. The hairy chest on the squirrel was pushing out, now that it was freed from the confines of his hero suit, bulging forward before he managed to get the rest of it over the top of his chest. Zack's mouth was wide open as he watched the hero hoist his shirt up over his head, still not realizing that he had a small visitor watching him.

The fabric bristled against his fur and chest hair, and then started to pull said fabric off his arms. It slid over the edge of his gauntlets, but his hairy arms and biceps were resisting heavily, the bulk of the squirrel making it difficult to undress. It was always hard getting the tight suit off, but it was necessary for maneuverability and protection. He then tugged it completely off, his mask still on as the last tight bit of his suit pulled over his head, and that's when he realized he had company. Vincent was looking down as he bent over, and could just barely see the head and ears of the Eevee looking up at him.

"Yaaack!" Vincent said, reaching up to touch his face to make sure his mask was still on. "Ah! Citizen what are you...?"

"No way!" Zack said, "You're Cyber Centurion! What the heck are you doing in this grungy alleyway?"

"I..uhhhh..." The squirrel stammered, holding his wadded shirt in one hand and raising the other behind his head.

"I mean, you're like, you're famous!" Zack said, "Don't you have a hideout or lair or something? Like a cyber-lab or whatever? Can I have your autograph? Wait, I don't have anything for you to sign. Wait! Sign my phone! What are you doing here though?"

"Well I..." Vincent started up again.

"Oh wait!" Zack said, "I get it! You're about to go undercover for something! But I don't see any other clothes around here, and you're clearly not wearing anything else under your suit!"

The Eevee reached up and rubbed his palms along the squirrels chest to prove his point. His palms brushed along the fur and chest hair that covered the midnight blue squirrel's pecs. The big black nipples on Vincent were larger than Zack's hands even if he made a fist. His fingers brushed along the thick hairs and fur that adorned the squirrel's pecs, making the hero shudder slightly.

"Hey, you can look but..." Vincent said.

"Actually, I'm a huge fan of yours." Zack said, starting to grip and squeeze onto the muscular chest of the squirrel, "My name's Zack. I report on the fighting league in town. You know about that?"

"Yeah, I..." The squirrel started up again, before the excited Eevee cut him off again.

"It's great!" Zack said, "You know any of them? I bet some of them could be heroes too, like Flaming Kanti. I've actually met him. I've met Vulcannonus. I've met Earthshaker and Chiller, and The Shocker too. You know, The Shocker comes off as kind of a bad guy, but he's not ALL bad. I mean, he's still rough, but it's an experience, I'll tell you that! But you're like, super huge! Is that all natural?"

Zack was really rubbing his hands along Vincent's pecs now, the squirrel getting very flustered as the Eevee was getting invasive. His hands were still feeling up his chest, rubbing at his nipples now and giving them squeezes. He even went so far as to slide his thumb into his nub, making the tight pants on the squirrel start to bulge out even further.

Vincent gritted his teeth, holding in a gasp. His suit had a bad habit of rippling when he got like this, and he'd have to get it repaired again if that happened. And this Eevee was doing a good job of getting him flustered and teased. He was about to ask him to stop, when he suddenly felt extra weight hanging off of his chest.

Zack had gripped onto his nubs and then hoisted himself up, hanging and dangling from his nipples now to try and get a better look at the hero.

"So yeah," Zack said, "Huge fan of yours. I'm really curious as to how your power works too. I mean, I would think I would recognize someone your size if you were out in the open, so is there something that makes your muscles grow? Is it part of the suit? I mean, your pecs are gigantic, and they're out of it, so maybe you're just super huge? You'd think that'd make it easy to figure out who you are though! They're real, right?"

Zack was still speaking a mile a minute and he pushed his face deep into the squirrel's hairy pecs. His face rubbed deep into the fur and fuzz, making Vincent shudder again as he was being manhandled by the smaller Eevee. He was climbing up his chest, rubbing and grinding along it, and was now practically seated on the squirrel's chest shelf. All the rubs and grips were getting his arousal throbbing, and Vincent huffed out, not wanting to rip through his pants. He could still feel the thick meat in his pants fighting to get out, and if this Zack guy didn't let go soon, he would need to get them replaced.

"Hey, you mind letting go of my pecs?" Vincent said, starting to sweat from all the bulging and throbbing going on under his waistline, "I'd really appreciate it!"

"Oh yeah, no problem." Zack said, having laid out on the hero's chest and was rubbing along his fuzz. "Just a second."

The Eevee turned around and started to push and press downward, sliding his body along the squirrel's thick pecs, and pressed his hands and face into the deep crevice between the two muscular mounds. Vincent huffed as the Eevee pressed right into his pecs. He was seeing Zack's legs and feet kick up in the air in front of him. The squirrel's pecs pumped and huffed, and his tongue hung out of his mouth as he felt the smaller male pushing and squeezing between his chest.

"Hey...don't...that's...!" Vincent gasped, feeling more of the Eevee pushing into his chest.

Zack squirmed a bit between those two powerful muscles and Vincent tried to reach in and fish him out. But soon the legs of the Eevee slipped down beyond his chest crevice and Vincent's chest started to flex involuntarily. He could feel Zack grinding along his hair and muscles, pushing about the two huge mounds and getting pulled deeper. The squirrel's breathing picked up, each breath making his chest heave more, causing the thick mounds to squeeze and bounce over the trapped Eevee.

There were muffled sounds and groans coming from inside his chest, and Vincent felt the squirms continue. He was sweating hard now, the musk from his chest blasting Zack in the face, soaking him in the heat of the hairy male. As much as Vincent was panting, Zack was panting just as hard. He was trying to find his way out of the tight, vice-like press of the superhero's pecs, but each flex was pulling him further away from his goal.

The squirrel was rubbing at his muscular chest, his large hands grabbing at his own chest as he felt himself up. His meaty paws brushed along the thick fur as he tried pulling them apart to free the Eevee, but it was like his pecs had a mind of their own, and kept grinding and flexing on the furry male within them. Zack kept going deeper and deeper, and Vincent was grinding his own biceps against the side of his chest as they continued to bulge outward.

Then, the ripping came.

Vincent winced as the cool air of the night was suddenly on his expanding junk. His dick shot upward, all the pleasurable feelings of Zack sliding into his chest finally too much for his arousal to take, and it freed itself with its immeasurable girth and size. His huge hairy nuts flopped out of the ruined costume pants next, slapping against his knees as his dick crested over his chest, almost smacking himself in the face with the giant black length.

His dick rubbed along his hairy chest as well, making it throb even more as his pecs bounced around his length. It was like his body was doing everything it could to make this more awkward by the second. He grabbed at his shaft to try and keep it away from his chest, when he felt the Eevee get pulled completely inside. He used his other hand to feel up his chest, and felt the squirming bulge of Zack pressing against the inner muscles and walls of his pecs. His chest flexed again, and he could feel the furry Eevee rubbing along his muscular chords inside there, still trying to find a way out.

The movements were making Vincent's nipples leak cum, and his dick was still throbbing hard, demanding release as well. With a sigh, the hero realized that his plan for a calm night was out the window now, so he might as well enjoy himself in his current situation. He flexed and flared his dick back up to him, slamming it against his squirming pecs, and pressed his chest forward to grind his own dick between his hairy, muscular mounds.

He reached around and started to stroke himself off, humping upward while flexing his pecs over his dick, jacking off with both his meaty mitts and with his large chest. Inside of his pecs, Zack was being bounced and wobbled and shaken up inside the musky, tight chambers, with each flex and bulge of Vincent's chest muscles pushing and pulling him around in all different directions.

Vincent kept stroking himself and using his pecs to work his cock, his thick meat growing larger and thicker. Pre was leaking out of his cockhead now, and dripping onto his chest. It soaked and lathered up in his chest hairs, making clear, sticky bridges from one dark bit of tuff to the next. His hairy arms and biceps brushed against the side of his furry chest, while he stroked as well, and he kept humping up and up between his mounds. His hairy balls were churning loudly now, and soon he felt a thick bulge push up at the base of his shaft.

It took thirty seconds for the force of his cumflow to push up his dick and blast out of his huge shaft. The gauntlets and boots of his suit were still on, and still enhancing his body. As such, his cockblast wound up shooting high above him, landing on the roof of the ten story apartment he was next to, and continuing to splash and paint the bricks and windows all the way down with each gush.

His chest was still wobbling, full of Eevee, and grinding against his thick meat as he did so. That only made his orgasm last longer, as he coated the entire side of the building next to him in so much hot cum. More of it unloaded out, now starting to rain down in the alleyway. Thick ropes of white splattered onto himself, mixing and matting into his fur and hair and soaking more of himself in his own hot cream. For five whole minutes Vincent orgasmed hard, his bulging cock unloading gallons of cum.

The squirrel was heaving hard, his chest still squirming and rubbing, the afterglow of his orgasm making his whole body shake. His dick splurted out one more blast of cum, hitting him right in the face with it. Ropes of white were dripping off of his nose and muzzle now while he caught his breath. He rubbed his thick forearm across his face to try and wipe it off as best as he could, but he was still a cum-soaked mess.

"So much for that drink." Vincent thought to himself, standing in the dirty alley that he had practically soaked in his spunk.

There was no way he could go anywhere looking like this, and with his dick out. No, he needed to get back and get his suit fixed. And see if he could do anything to get his fan out of his chest.

Vincent flexed his pecs a few times, rubbing along his muscles. He could still feel the Eevee squirming in there. Then he also felt a hot blast along the inside of his chest as well. Zack had blown his own load as well inside there.

"Don't know how I'm going to get that out." Vincent thought, before forming more light platforms and getting off of the streets. "Being famous is rough."

(Day 17: Famous)

Commander Feral sat at his desk in the Enforcers HQ in Megacity. He then turned around in his chair and started looking out one of the large glass windows over the metropolis, the weight of his position heavy on his mind. It wasn't an easy job keeping this city safe, not just from regular criminals but from costumed vigilantes causing as much destruction as the lunatics out there. But, if there was one thing making his job difficult, it was his useless second in command.

Lieutenant Commander Steel had twice failed him, and he wasn't going to keep him around for a third. He should have been rid of him the first time, when the other cat had betrayed and abandoned him and almost got him killed. Feral should have gotten rid of him right then and there, but he begged for another chance. But now after that incident with MadKat, it was time for him to put his foot down.

Feral turned back to his desk and pressed a button on the intercom.

"Steel, get in my office, now!" He said, calling in the Lieutenant Commander.

The Enforcer leader stayed seated, and soon the cowardly second-in-command he had was in his office.

"You needed..." Steel started to say.

"Steel." Commander Feral cut him off, "You're going to be fired."

The sudden shock of the commander's words hit Steel like a bus. Fired? Now? He was so close to being able to take over command of the Enforcers, but now all of his work and planning was going to be for naught?

Steel started to protest. "You can't do this to me!" He demanded. "This is an outrage! I've done nothing to..."

He was going to continue, but the cat soon caught himself. He thought about what Feral had said. He said he was 'going to be fired'. Not that he had been fired yet. Maybe there was still some way to stop this process! He had begged the first time, but he might have to do something really drastic to keep his job and his position now. He honestly didn't know what that may entail, but he was too close to his goal to suddenly lose it all at this point.

"Wait...." Steel said, looking at the commander, "Please, tell me, Commander Feral. What can I do to stop this?"

"You're going to be fired, Steel." Commander Feral repeated.

"Please Commander!" Steel pleaded, "I'll do anything to keep my job!"

"Your job?" Commander Feral said, tsk-tsking the smaller cat, "See, you're misinterpreting what I'm telling you. I'm telling you that you're going to be fired. There's nothing that's going to stop that."

"Wait, if this isn't about my job, then what is it about?" Steel asked.

"Steel." Commander Feral said, "You're going to be fired... out of my cock, as a thick load of cum, and flushed down my toilet so you can join the rest of the slime and scum of the city."

The smaller cat had no idea what Feral was talking about, until the Enforcers commander stood up from his desk. While he had been wearing his longcoat and top half of his suit, Commander Feral wasn't wearing any pants. When the very tell cat stood up, his hyper arousal flopped into full view. A massive dick was growing rapidly in front of Steel, matching the color of his fur with a deep red cockhead. The throbbing penis kept growing, hitting over four feet long, and getting impossibly wide.

"Commander!" Steel said, "I...!"

Those would be the last words out of Lieutenant Commander Steel's mouth, as Commander Feral's huge dick flexed and throbbed upward, catching Steel right on his jaw. The thick head of Feral's dick flared, and the cumhole soon yawned open wide. The shocked Steel felt the throbbing arousal start to creep over his face, before the edges of Feral's cumslit clamped down over the side of his head! He shouted something out, his voice muffled and tried to pull the commander's cock off of him, but he only succeeded in getting his hands stuck in the tight clench of Feral's dick.

Feral himself didn't seem to be getting any pleasure out of finishing off his useless second in command. His face remained stoic as his dick throbbed and pulsed, pulling the smaller cat down the rippling cum tunnel. The first pull was strong enough to hoist Steel off of the ground, Feral's cock now sliding over the rest of his head, and moving down his neck and more of his arms. Steel was actively resisting now, trying to pull himself out, but with his feet off of the ground by the strong dick of the commander, there was nothing that he could get leverage on to pull himself free!

The dick on Feral started to bounce and grasp, each tug of the shaft dragging Steel in deeper, inch by inch. His shoulders and chest were soon pulled into the tight, dark hole of the hyper cock. The smaller feline's body was starting to bulge out the underside of Feral's cock as well. The outline of his body and face pushed out downward, going deeper into the commander's body as it pulled him in. The heavy scent of musk filled Steel's senses, and he kept tying to get himself free.

"This can't be happening!" Steel thought to himself.

He felt Feral's cock grinding over him, as the slick cum tunnel he was trapped in was gripping and pulling him deeper, feeling the slit close over his stomach and hips. He tried to turn and push about along the inside, making more obscene bulges in the commander's manhood, but did nothing to further his attempt at escaping. His face and hands were soon pressed against a tight ring, and hot pre was splashing out of it, going into his eyes, noes and mouth.

Steel coughed as the fluids splashed onto him, clenching his eyes as he felt the ring open. His legs started kicking helplessly in the air as he was squeezed through another tight opening, and felt his body reach something hot and sticky. He was pressing into Feral's balls now, his hand and face prints appearing on the walls of Feral's nuts, right as his kicking legs were being pulled into the gaping cumslit.

"Accbttthpphhhbbb!" Steel sputtered, spitting Feral's cum out of his mouth.

Steel's legs and feet soon vanished beyond Feral's cockslit. The larger cat closed his eyes and humped his hips forward. The meaty dick squeezed hard on the bulge, pushing more of it down into his body. The shape of his dick was slowly returning to normal as the Steel bulge wormed its way down, until the last bit of Lieutenant Commander Steel slipped beyond the inner ring and he was fully contained in his balls.

Commander Feral then sat down and spread his legs. His heavy sac dragged onto the ground. Steel was still struggling inside of him, pushing about and flailing within the hot cum chambers. He could tell that he was trying to find the entrance that he dropped down in, but the tight hole had closed up. There'd be nothing getting out of his balls until the next time he orgasmed, and when that happened, Steel would be a part of it.

Steel was still gasping and sputtering, feeling cum ropes splatter on his face as he splashed about inside Feral's nuts. Seed dripped down on him, the cum levels in Feral's balls rising and lowering. His constant movements and pushing against the fleshy walls of the commander's nuts made the seed flow about like a storm. He was getting soaked completely through, his clothes sticking to his body and fur.

"Feral!" Steel shouted out, his voice unheard by his former boss, "I'll get you for this! Even if I just wind up clogging your toilet!"

His vows of vengeance were heard only by himself. As the minutes passed, Steel kept struggling and fighting to try and get out. He was only wearing himself out though, his strength being sapped by Feral's balls. His struggles were getting weaker and weaker as time passed, his body starting to diminish. The bulges and outlines that he was making in Feral's nuts began to fade away, and his balls became more evenly round. It took ninety minutes for Steel to finish melting down into sperm, a few bubbles and gurgles coming from Feral's sac signifying his end.

The Enforcer commander reached down to make sure that Steel was well and truely gone. He shook at his balls, hearing everything splash around inside him. He nodded once he was satisfied that the other cat had been digested, and got up from his desk and went to his private bathroom.

Feral pulled his hyper arousal out and stood at the edge of the toilet. He began stroking himself off, gripping his meaty dick and jacking it with both hands. He started to huff some, feeling the heat and pressure rising in his balls. He wasn't getting any pleasure out of this dry jack off session, he just didn't want Steel in his body any longer than he needed to be inside him.

His dick was growing aroused again, however, reaching its maximum size once more. Feral could feel the cum in his nuts start splashing about and bubbling upward. He bit his lower lip and let out a single gasp when his nuts unloaded. A second bulge pushed up at the base of his cock, stretching his urethra and began pumping upward. He quickly pushed his cockhead towards the toilet bowl, and sprays of cum began splashing out of his slit.

Feral huffed again, his dick splattering out Steel's gooey remains into the water. He reached with his other hand to start flushing him down, sending swirls of white down the drain. However, his dick kept throbbing and unloading. He saw more cum start filling up the bowl as the toilet refilled, getting close to overflowing before he could flush it again, sending more of Steel into the sewers.

There was one more large bulge pushing out of his dick, and Feral gripped under the bulge and began pushing it upward. His dick was throbbing heavy and hard, veins popping along the surface of it, before his dick yawned wide and splatted out one more thick load of cum, as well as all the clothes Steel had been wearing when he had been eaten. Feral cursed to himself as he had instinctively flushed the toilet when the massive cum wad fired out of his dick, and had accidently started flushing the clothing down, making his toilet clog up.

"Couldn't even leave without one last mess, huh Steel?" Feral said to the cum-backed up toilet, the wad of his clothing stuck in the pipes.

He'd have to call a janitor to come deal with that mess, but at the very least, it would be the last time he'd ever have to think of Steel again. And he could work on getting some better officers for his right-hand man position.

(Day 18: Feral)

The large moon hung in the night sky, as multiple dark clouds drifted across the open atmosphere. Deep within the woods, a figure was lurking and staggering. Branches and sticks were crunched upon, and deep snarls were coming from the shadowy creature.

The black furred wolf was panting hard, bathed in the light of the moon. He could already feel the rational part of his mind fading as the beast was taking over. He knew he was a werewolf, and he had needed to get somewhere where he could transform without slaughtering everyone in his path. He couldn't control that side of himself, that just wanted to kill and eat. While he was fighting it as best as he could, he knew he'd fade out soon enough, and only the animal would be left behind. After that, he wouldn't know what sort of damage he had done until the sun would rise the next morning.

A cloud moved out from in front of the moon in the sky. From that point, the full, unobstructive view of the moonlight washed down onto the werewolf. At that moment, the last of his conscious, thinking mind vanished. The bipedal wolf stood upward, howling out as lunar energy filled his body, making his muscles grow out and expand. The full effect of the transformation was upon him, growing his body, straining his fur and hide, and making his bones pop as the last bit of the change took him over. He was a nine-foot tall monstrous creature, claws sharp enough to rend steel, and total animalistic instinct taking him over.

The last thing to change was his groin, as his sheath fully formed and a five foot knotted cock began to burst free from the fleshy covering. The thick thick shaft was as black as midnight, matching the color of his fur with only his deep red eyes and sharp, shiny fangs glistening in the light of the moon visible. He was practically built to be a stalking night predator, and now he needed to hunt. To feed. To give into those basic instincts.

The werewolf sniffed at the air, turning his head slightly to find the nearest living thing. He could tell any scent apart, from wild animals to other furs, down to the fragrance of their cologne or shampoo they were using. There was a strong scent nearby. Another wolf? It seemed like another wolf. It was over by the lake clearing. The wolf knew that was about a half mile away.

The beast snarled and began rushing through the woods and trees and followed the scent to where it leads. Whoever it was that was over by the lake was going to get absolutely destroyed by the mindless black wolf.

Over at the lake, a small campsite was set up. A large golden furred wolf was enjoying the moonlight night. He was watching the reflection set up over the lake, and had a fishing pole set up next to some rocks in case he caught a fish. He had decided, right that afternoon, that he would go out camping out by the lake this weekend before returning to the daily grind in town. He took a deep breath, getting the fresh scent and feel of nature in his lungs.

"Ahhhhh...." He said happily, "This is nice."

He started to undress, enjoying the feel of the cool lake breeze amid his fur, letting every bit of his body enjoy the outdoor nature.

His ears started to twitch after a moment, and he heard something coming from behind him. He craned his head back, and his eyes sharpened. He saw a hulking black werewolf, his huge red shaft, and powerful muscles standing just beyond the treeline. The gold-furred wolf gave a slight gasp at the sudden invasion of his private time, and that was when the black-furred wolf charged.

A howl pierced through the night sky as the animalistic wolf attacked the golden one, but the howl was suddenly cut off.

The black-furred wolf was grabbed by the neck, the other wolf holding him at arms length. As big as the werewolf was, the golden wolf was much, MUCH bigger. The nine-foot were couldn't even claw at the muscular elbow and forearm of the larger male, as he had been so focused on attacking the nearest living thing, that he didn't even think to account for size.

The golden wolf was close to twenty feet tall, and so muscular that the transformed were wasn't even the size of his pecs. His glaring red eyes were suddenly filled with fear. The naked golden wolf was too huge for him to take out!

"Well, what do we have here?" Said the golden wolf, his deep bass voice echoing through the woods, "Another werewolf? You poor thing, still forced to change based on the moon's whims. You haven't evolved enough to change when you want. You just happened to come across and even stronger werewolf."

The gold wolf gave an equally toothy grin. His body started to bulge out. The light of the moon further enhancing his powerful form. His grip tightened around the smaller werewolf's neck, the muscles on his arm growing stronger and getting larger. The sound of his muscles stretching his flesh as he growled and his fur rustled filled the air. He was getting even larger by the second, pecs pumping outward, biceps becoming like furry mountains on his arms.

What was most shocking was the golden wolf's dick. The thick black arousal was pushing out of his sheath even further. But, then to the shock and horror of the black werewolf, a second cock started pushing out of the golden wolf's sheath as well!

"Surprised pup?" The wolf said, "I've got plenty of those. See, you're not the first werewolf I've come across. Each one of these? That's another werewolf I've shoved into my sheath and turned into a penis. Of course, plenty others I've shoved into my dick and churned to cum. Which, little weak wolf, one of those two fates is going to be yours."

A few more cocks started to grow and throb out of the huge sheath on the golden wolf. There were soon five dicks pushing out, each one bigger and wider than the wolf he had gripped in his hand. The black furred wolf struggled more, trying to claw and squirm his way free as those thick black dicks pushed around him. Each one was dripping precum onto the ground, and the wolf kept growing. Soon, he was over three times the size of the animalistic werewolf, looming as tall as some of the trees.

"Any preference for how you'd like to go?" The golden wolf snarled and grinned.

The black furred wolf gacked out, still trying to get free, but the tight grip around the wolf's throat kept him from talking.

"Yeah, I think you'll make a fine cock. I don't know what number you'll be. Somewhere in the four digits." The gold wolf said, and then started to lower the squirming were down towards his massive sheath.

The hyper dicks poking out of the largest werewolf's sheath throbbed powerfully, each pulse making a sound like a bass drum as veins popped long the trunks of his shafts. The black furred wolf struggled, trying to push away from the gaping, hungry sheath that he was being brought to, but then unceremoniously shoved muzzle first into the musky opening.

"Awwwoooof!" The black furred wolf gasped out as he was stuffed into the sheath.

The multitude of cocks grinded along his body, and the golden wolf humped forward, his sheath hole pulsing and gripping his furry body. The silky opening began to grind and drag, working him down into the depths of the much larger wolf. The many dicks inside there helped further pull the smaller werewolf into the covering, causing it to bulge ever so slightly with his body. The furry covering began to slurp along him, taking him into the depths of the larger wolf's groin.

The howls and woofs of the smaller werewolf were being drowned out by the sucking and slurping of the golden wolf's sheath. It began to ripple, chew, and squeeze him down, grinding him beyond the knots in his sheath, and past the endless extra dicks that the golden wolf said he was sporting. The black werewolf was getting a first-hand view of just how many were inside there, and was being dragged down past all of them.

The golden wolf snarled once more and clenched tightly, his sheath bulging out once more and dragging the black werewolf down into his balls. The thick orbs began to work him over, mixing and melding with his flesh and body, pressing him deeper into the meat of the larger wolf. He struggled and pushed about, making the two heavy golden balls on the large wolf shake about.

The multi-cocked wolf huffed a few more times, feeling the squirms and fighting start to fade away gradually, and soon a sixth cock began to shyly poke free from his sheath. His body had finished converting the smaller wolf and added him to his collective.

"Ahhhh...much better." The large gold werewolf said, "You'll be less of a danger to others as one of my thousands of dicks forever."

With the threat gone, the golden werewolf returned to his campsite, gradually stroking all of his dicks, and enjoying the extra heft his new shaft gave his sheath. His muscular body was still rippling in the moonlight.

(Day 19: Moon)

The Sapphire Gym was closing down for the night and Tachi, the great big, buff, blonde, water wolf, was leaning back in his large chair in his office. He kicked his feet up onto his desk and stretched out some, letting his joints and shoulders pop as he rotated his head and arms. He needed to finish up a few more membership applications and then check up on the gym's social media presence before he called it a night. There were still a few stragglers finishing things up downstairs, but most who were going to be here this late would probably make their way up to the second floor of the gym, or third if they were someone Tachi took an interest in.

Although, now that he thought about it. It was oddly silent upstairs. There was almost always at least one fur up there. Maybe he had adjusted the noise dampeners too high? It was usually done to keep the sounds from leeching downstairs and raising questions that some of the more normal patrons shouldn't be raising. But his sharp ears could usually make out at least some sounds from the forbidden floor.

"Hmmmmm..." Tachi mused to himself and grabbed his tablet.

The waterwolf pressed a few buttons to check on the secret security cameras on the second floor. After a moment to load, he got a live feed of what was going on upstairs.

Nothing. There was nobody in there.

What was in there was several massive puddles of cum. There were deep pools of seed spread all around the floor, several thick blasts of jizz sprayed on the wall, and scattered all across the floor were discarded speedos that had no owners. Well, no solid owners anymore. It didn't take a genius to figure out that someone had cleaned the entire floor out and had themselves a good time doing it.

The large timberwolf then heard a crashing sound coming from the downstairs. Followed by a muffled grunt. Tachi got up from his seat and decided to go check to see just what was happening.

When he peeked into the gym, a small smirk appeared on his face. The wolf saw the large, broad, muscular back and thick tail of a powerful kangaroo. Thick grey fur adorned that backside, with a long cascade of blonde hair coming down along his back. The same hair and fur color that the wolf sported. The long ears of the kangaroo soon flitted twice, and the fourteen foot tall male turned around, looking behind him over his thick, broad shoulders.

While Tachi himself was ten feet tall and as wide as a semi-truck, the roo in front of him was even wider, and Tachi only came up to his pecs when he stood up straight. After the kangaroo turned to see him, he then turned around, each step making the small weights in the gym shake from the vibrations of the muscular male. Now, starring him face-to-face, the wolf could see the bulges of the gym stragglers vanishing down the kangaroo's ten foot black, veiny cock down into his cream-colored nuts.

The roo then flexed his chest, letting his pecs bounce in front of him. Again, like the wolf, he had a massive set of black nipples crowning his pecs, each the size of a large fur's head. As each muscular mound wobbled, the wolf could see more outlines and prints inside those meaty pecs, as others were fighting to try and get out as they were being squeezed and pressed in by the kangaroo's chest muscles. His pecs were already like a massive shelf under the roo's chin, and each flex was making them larger as they were pumped up. From the middle of them all the way down his front was a trail of thick blond hair, with other parts of fuzz springing up along his pecs, arms, and legs.

The slightest movement of his arms and legs made the muscles on them bulge outward, as almost any way the kangaroo moved them caused them to flex outward. More veins popped along them, crossing over his muscular flesh and crossed over to that huge set of pecs, powered by a strong heart that could be audibly heard pounding from a few feet away. His legs were thicker than tree trunks and his thighs were strong enough to crush titanium. While it could barely be seen by how he was stretching it out, the kangaroo was wearing a tight blue gym speedo that didn't look like it would last much longer attempting to contain the massive, squirming package of the roo. The fabric was visibly straining as it went from the very tip of his dick all the way down to between his nuts and vanished between his massive ass cheeks. The slightest twinge would make it rip clean off of him.

"Hey dad." The kangaroo said.

"Hey Kurt." Tachi said, coming up to the large kangaroo.

The muscular wolf reached up with one of his large paws and began to rub along the side of Kurt's bulging black dick. The kangaroo's meat pulsed again, squeezing more of the bulges inside of it down to his nuts. Tachi soon pressed up right against the muscular form of the roo, giving that cock a squeeze.

"Guessing you got hungry, son." Tachi said, pressing his face right into Kurt's pecs, taking a deep breath of the heavy male scent coming from the large roo.

The muscular roo flexed again as Tachi pressed up against his body, his cock flaring upward and smacked against the wolf's back. The wolf growled out, rubbing his thick rump along the throbbing black length and feeling the massive bulges sinking deeper down. He reached up and then grabbed along the muscular kangaroo's pecs, getting handfuls of his pec mass in his massive paws and teasing the thick black nipples with his thumbs. His own thick black dick began to grind along Kurt's thighs and up his stomach.

"Yeah..." Kurt said, his body rumbling, "Second floor wasn't filling, even untransformed, but it took over and now I'm even hungrier."

The kangaroo licked as his muzzle, looking down at his dad over his massive pec shelf. Tachi huffed, burying more of his face into that pec meat and rubbing his thumbs along those black pec caps, even shoving his thumb into the tight, turgid flesh.

"Mmmphhh... still hungry?" Tachi said, "You went and ate everyone in the gym since the second floor is empty and those in your cock were the last guys here."

Kurt wrapped his beefy arms around his dad and his dick. The last bulge worked down to his shaft, bulging along the wolf's ass before sliding into his body and dropping into his balls. The massive orbs began churning loudly, processing all the prey inside him. His grip on his dad was tight, a powerful bicep behind the wolfs head and further pressing his face between those hairy mounds.

"I see one guy still here in the gym." Kurt said, grinning as he pressed his dad closer into his pecs, smothering the wolf's face with his beefy mounds and completely engulfing his head in his thick muscle.

Tachi panted, squeezing more on Kurt's pecs, and shuddering as he heard that deep voice rumbling. He tried to pull his head back, but the tight grip that Kurt's chest had on him was too strong for him to emerge. A sudden flex pulled Tachi in between his mounds, up to his shoulders, but then the kangaroo relaxed slightly, letting Tachi pull out. The wolf gasped, having breathed in nothing but Kurt's musk for a solid thirty seconds, and his cock was rock hard and throbbing.

"Gonna eat me, son?" Tachi said, breathing hard, and really pressing and rubbing along the strong, firm muscles of the kangaroo.

"Yeah, I"m gonna eat you." Kurt said, "You saw how easily I can finish you off. You would have been pec food if I hadn't decided to let you go. You can't stop me, dad."

Kurt's nuts gurgled again and his body started to shake as the prey inside of him were digested down into more massive roo cum. His stretched-out speedo finally snapped off, sending the fabric flying off of his hyper black cock and against the wall of the gym. His throbbing meat still pressed up against the wolf, and his muscles kept growing, making the kangaroo even wider and thicker as he held his dad to his muscular body. Tachi panted again, his face still buried in his son's thick chest fuzz, before Kurt slid his dick away from the wolf and he let the wolf stand on his own again.

"Turn around, bend over, and raise your tail." Kurt ordered his dad.

The wolf did as he was told, getting onto his front and presenting his large rump to the massive kangaroo. He spread his cheeks apart and his long, equine-like tail flited upwards.

"Give me a hot load of cream filling Kurt." Tachi said, "Make sure I'm a huge meal for you."

The kangaroo grinned and stepped back. His massive dick slammed onto the back of the wolf, dripping pre onto his head out of his gaping cockslit. He slowly dragged his dick backwards across the thick, brick-like back of his dad. His throbbing cock teased every muscle on it, grinding between Tachi's shoulders, before he slid it along the top of the wolf's ass. Tachi shuddered, knowing that his son's dick was as big as he was, and he was not a small wolf in the slightest.

Kurt stroked at the base of his shaft, and pointed his cock downward. The bulbous cockhead of his shaft was aimed right towards the wolf's rump. With no warning, or any hesitation on the roo's part, he thrust his hips forward and slammed his hyper dick into his dad's massive ass. Tachi yelped out and bit his lower lip, feeling over three feet of the roo's cock crash into him at once. But Kurt wasn't done, and he thrust in hard again, shoving more of his massive penis into the wolf.

Tachi's stomach was already starting to bulge with the shape of the arousal invading his backside. He clenched his ass tightly, squeezing on the thick, veiny meat. Kurt soon reached down to him and pressed his weight onto the wolf, keeping him pinned under his muscular body. He pulled out a foot or so of his cock and then slammed in hard again.

Tachi's eyes rolled back in his head, feeling the bulge push out against him. It worked up his stomach and then to his pecs. He was being obscenely stretched out by his son's cock. His own yard-long shaft was throbbing and slapping against his firm musclegut as Kurt plowed deeper into him. His own beach ball sac was shaking hard, filling up with spunk aching to fire as his son fucked the daylights out of him.

"Mm..more..." Tachi gasped out.

Kurt was quick to oblige, slamming deeper and harder into the wolf. His massive cock was further stretching out the wolf. He continued to squeezed tightly around his son's shaft. Each powerful thrust shook his entire body, and sent shockwaves running through the gym. The kangaroo's massive, churning balls slapped against the wolf's thighs and rump, shaking him even more as that huge dick kept plunging in and out of him.

Before long, Tachi was having several feet of cock plunging into him and being pulled out in rapid succession. His whole body was shaking as Kurt's cock speared and pushed deeper into him. He could soon taste the hot pre of the roo on his tongue, as Kurt's cock was getting so deep into him he could feel it in his throat. He gulped and gasped, his heart pounding, and he was breathing harder by the moment as he felt that huge dick fill him up.

Soon, the kangaroo pulled out, leaving only his thick cockhead in Tachi's ass. He held that position for several seconds before slamming hard into the wolf. Tachi's eyes bugged out as he felt his jaw stretch open and the massive black cockhead of Kurt's penis started to push out of his muzzle. He huffed and lapped at the thick meat spearing out of him, whining loudly as his tongue teased along the underside of his son's cockhead. His jaw ached as it was stretched, and his own cock finally started to fire. Gallons upon gallons of his waterwolf cum ejaculted out of his throbbing cock, his balls aching to unleash their load. A massive pool of cum began to form under him, and the roo further pressed his bulged out gut and chest into his own seed.

Kurt pulled back slightly, just enough so that his dick was no longer completely spearing through his dad, and he lined himself up for one more powerful thrust. He gripped his strong paws onto his dad's shoulders and leaned on him with all of his weight as he started to pull out. With over half of his dick free from Tachi's ass, he then slammed in again, thrusting in with all of his might and slamming his dick right into the wolf's stomach.

Now it was his turn to cum, and Tachi would feel like a battleship cannon had gone off in his stomach. The massive load of cum fired out with incredible force, making a visible impression in the wolf's musclegut. Tachi was feeling full from just the first shot, but he knew many more gallons of kangaroo cum were coming. He braced himself and clenched tighter along Kurt's cock, feeling it bulge as the massive torrent of seed was coming.

Kurt was squeezing tightly on his dad's body as he filled him with seed. Every pump more than a normal fur would ejaculate if they lived a hundred lifetimes. He kept thrusting in and out of Tachi's ass as he orgasmed. His massive dick spraying wildly inside the wolf. Each shot bulging out more of Tachi's body as he strained to hold that entire load inside of him. Tachi could taste the seed on his tongue and he swallowed it, trying to keep it all inside of him. His body began to bloat out, fur and muscles straining as all the cum in Kurt's balls were flooding him.

"Kurt..." Tachi gurgled, gulping again, "I'm..."

"You're gonna take every drop, dad!" Kurt ordered, his cock gushing harder.

The wolf huffed and whined again, feeling himself fill up with gallons upon gallons of hot cum.

It took ten entire minutes for Kurt's orgasm to die down. His thrusts growing more erratic inside Tachi's ass. The wolf had another orgasm hit him in the middle of it all, his front completely covered in his own spunk as his insides were bloated out with thick oceans of cum. He licked at his own muzzle, feeling streams of roo cum try to leak out of his throat as he panted and swallowed. His body was creaking loudly as he tried to move, stuffed to the brim with the seed of his son.

Kurt was huffing and sweating hard as well. His dick throbbed once more, and he squeezed at the base of his shaft, pushing any last bits of cum trapped in his penis into the wolf. He leaned back and sat on his rump, his dick still in Tachi's ass and pulling him upward. He reached up and spun Tachi on his dick so that they were facing each other now. He grabbed his bloated dad by the sides and pulled him close to his muzzle. The kangaroo then locked muzzles with the wolf, sliding his tongue deep into Tachi's mouth, giving him a wet, sloppy kiss.

Tachi moaned out, returning the affection. His own broad tongue lapped at his son's, feeling the hot saliva dripping from the bigger muzzle as Kurt went in deep. He was practically slurping and sucking on the wolf's face as he was making out with his dad, before breaking the kiss, leaving them both panting hard.

"Time for you to go, dad." Kurt said, giving the wolf a grin.

"Mmmmpphhh...yeah?" Tachi said.

"Yeah." Kurt said, holding tightly onto the wolf and slowly pulling his dick out of him.

Foot by foot of his throbbing black cock were pulled free from Tachi's ass. The sudden empty feeling the wolf was feeling made him shudder and his cock slapped against his bloated musclegut. A loud, lewd, and wet pop echoed through the gym once Kurt pulled his bulbous cockhead out of Tachi's ass. The wolf clenched his cheeks tightly to keep more of the kangaroo's cum from leaking out of his rump, and soon he was planted on the massive roo's chest.

Kurt used one of his massive paws to grip at his dad and then turned him around, so that the wolf was looking right into his gaping and hungry cockslit. Tachi leaned towards it, gripping at the sides of Kurt's cockhead and pressed his muzzle to the opening, lapping and slurping along the edges of the yawning void. He was practically making out with his son's cockhole before Kurt pushed him forward and humped upward, sliding his dick over his dad's head and face.

The wolf moaned out, gasping and taking in a deep breath of the cum-and-musk filled air inside his son's penis. The tight slit clenched around his head and shoulders and started pulling him in deeper. He breathed in harder, feeling the hyper arousal swallow him harder, spreading over his shoulders and broad pecs. Lewd gulps came from the roo cock as Kurt began sucking his dad down his dick.

"In you go, dad." Kurt teased, rubbing a paw along the wolf's backside, teasing his rump and sucking him deeper down his dick.

The rippling cum soaked tunnel continued to squeeze and pull along the wolf. His pecs slipped inside the hungry slit and then it began stretching out over his bloated musclegut. The wolfs arms were pinned to his side once his shoulders slid in, but he still continued to squirm and work his way down. The urethra of Kurt was bulged with the clear outline of his dad sinking down into him, each pull and slurp of his hungry cock sending Tachi deeper down into him.

Right before Kurt's penis reached Tachi's own, the wolf's arousal unloaded one last time. Thick ropes of white sprayed out of his shaft, splattering along the kangaroo's gut and cockhead. Several blasts of it were shot down the hungry slit, helping to slicken up the tunnel even further as he was being swallowed. Kurt then reached down to tease the bulge his dad was making in his hyper shaft, rubbing along his body and further pressing him down.

Soon his large gut pressed into the slit and his balls and cock vanished beyond the maw of Kurt's cockhole. That just left his legs hanging out, and he kicked them vigorously as they were easily being taken in. The wolf was sucked down to his knees, then just his feet were sticking out. Finally, one by one, his toes were swallowed down by Kurt's cock, leaving him completely engulfed in his son's hyper arousal.

The heat and pressure were rising inside the tight cum tunnel, and soon Tachi's muzzle pressed towards the tight ring at the base of Kurt's dick. He stuck his tongue out and slurped at it before it began to gape wide, and squeeze over his body. The muscular wolf kept squirming and pressing outward, further stretching his son's inner workings before he was splashed down into a massive ocean of cum. His mouth was wide open as gulps and swallows of the hot, sticky seed went into his body as he squeezed his way into the balls. The rippling shaft slowly regaining its shape as Tachi pushed his way entirely inside. Once his feet were past the ring, the hole behind him closed up, leaving him trapped entirely inside Kurt's balls.

"Fuck....Kurt..." Tachi murred out, soaking in his son's seed. "Love ya, son."

He could feel the sperm of the roo pressing and grinding along his body. The hyper sperm of the roo began to swarm him as well, the thick gooey heads the size of truck tires and pressed into the wolf's fur and bulk. Tachi moaned out, feeling his body start to tingle as more gooey white cum flowed around him. He panted out, slurping at some of the larger sperm, but soon his head sank below the surface of the ocean he was in. Several white bubbles formed where he went under, but the bulky waterwolf didn't emerge again.

On the outside, Kurt rubbed along his massive nuts with his large feed. He felt Tachi push about inside of him before the bulges vanished and his orbs became fully spherical again. He took a deep breath before flexing hard.

Almost instantly, Kurt felt his muscles grow. The straining of his body echoed through the gym as his biceps nearly tripled in size and stature, his forearms getting thicker. His broad shoulders grew even wider and his pecs pushed out even further. He began to pant out, feeling the overwhelming growth and power flooding through him now that he had digested the wolf. He flexed out again, his body expanding outward, muscles upon muscles bulging outward. His legs grew even thicker and his thighs became even bulkier. His powerful frame expanded, needing more room for all the bulk he was gaining.

His huge nuts bulged outward, filling up with more cum and his dick throbbed larger and larger. Foot after foot of black meaty flesh poured out of his groin as his dick expanded in size. The kangaroo had easily added every bit of mass that Tachi had on him and then some. As he was panting and growing, even his voice was growing deeper, the thick bass now so deep that it was leaving cracks in the gym mirrors. Every spot on the roo was getting larger, from his large feet to his broad tail up to his pecs that could crush a tank.

Kurt's nuts started to tighten and ache again, and a massive bulge appeared at the base of his shaft. A second orgasm bubbled up from his balls, bloating out his penis and erupting outward. The massive shot of white seed splattered against the ceiling of the gym, knocking out tiles and light fixtures and coating everything in the room with the hot sperm of the kangaroo. His entire muscular body was shaking hard, the force of his orgasm rocking him as he unloaded what used to be his dad. Before long, the gym had two feet of cum flooding the entire floor, his powerful orgasm soaking into everything, including himself.

The roo gasped, his cock straining as it blasted out the last of the seed inside of it. He rubbed along his cockhead, slowly catching his breath after the amazing orgasm he just had.

"Fuck....love ya too dad." Kurt said, feeling the waterwolf's essence flowing through him.

He slowly got back up to his feet, and then felt a grumble in his balls. His stomach started to growl as well, and his pecs started to ache slightly too.

"Still hungry though. Gonna need to get more to eat." Kurt said, before heading to the front door, ready to find more men.

(Day 20: Water)

It was the night of the big game. The football team of the Twin Campuses were ready for another game against another school. However, one thing they noticed was that their top players was missing. Leo the white tiger was the glue that kept everything together. But for some reason, he wasn't in the locker room.

He wasn't sick, and he had been in class earlier that day. But there was no sign of him anywhere in the lockers, and his uniform was gone too.

The team was starting to talk. No one really seemed to know where Leo was. There was some talk that he had skipped out of the game to have a date night with his boyfriend, Calvin the Hydra, but another player said that they saw Calvin in the stands. Even in a big arena, a massive muscular hydra was hard to miss. So that seemed to throw out the theory that he and his boyfriend had skipped out on the big game. But so far, no one knew where the white tiger was. It wasn't like him to just suddenly up and vanish like that, so that was when one of the other players suggested foul play.

It was highly unlikely that the visiting team would be able to beat them in a fair game. But if they did something terrible to Leo, that might even the odds.

The team decided to go head over to the visiting teams locker room to confront them, as that was the only thing any of them could think of as for the reason as to why Leo wouldn't be there. Every member on the team marched their way over to the other locker room and barged their way in.

The team expected to find the opposing team preparing for the game. What they instead found was Leo.

The white tiger was in the middle of the opposing team's locker room. His pants were torn at the front, and a throbbing six foot black cock was pouring out from his groin. It was pointed skyward, and three different sets of hands were slipping down his gaping, rippling cockhole. Further down the hungry, black, shaft of the white tiger, down between his thighs, were his massive balls. Each orb was wider than the muscular tiger was, forcing him to keep his legs spread apart.

Behind the tiger, his tail was swishing wildly as well. The bulging form of another football player was struggling inside of it and being pulled up into Leo's body. The normally firm abs on the tiger were pushed and domed out, as countless numbers of hands and faces were pressing out along his front. Not only that, but the tiger's pecs were quintuple their normal size, with more fighting and bulging bodies inside his chest muscles, struggling for freedom. His thick black nipples were throbbing, and two tails were sliding into his nubs, and a pair of feet between his mounds. Lastly, there was a muscular fox in the tiger's grip, over halfway into his mouth, and the tiger was greedily gulping and swallowing him down.

Before their eyes, the bulges and bits of the visiting team were all vanishing down the muscular white tiger. His body shook and expanded ever so slightly as every part of him was finishing swallowing down someone. From the bulge in his throat to the expanding of his dick to the pressing at the base of his tail. Each and every single one was soon inside Leo's body.

He had eaten all forty-five members of the opposing team, and his body was overstuffed to prove it. The normally seven foot tiger had gorged himself on the other team, and as the last of the fox vanished down his throat, he gave out a loud belch. The tiger then noticed that his teammates were at the door, having all watched him finish off the others.

"Oh, you guys caught me." Leo said, turning to face them.

"Uh...Leo?" A gryphon linebacker said, "You uhh...ate them?"

"Yeah." The tiger said, before his cheeks bulged slightly and he pounded slightly on his chest, suppressing another belch while his pecs continued to stretch and bulge, "Figured save us some time."

"But what about the game?" A bull said.

"Crowd's gonna be pissed." A wolf halfback said.

"Oh, there's no crowd." Leo said, "And besides, no teams, no game, nothing getting in the way of my date night."

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, until the gryphon spoke up again, having caught something that Leo said that didn't seem to fit.

"Wait, teams?" The linebacker said.

The white tiger grinned and quickly reached out to grab two of his teammates, the wolf and gryphon, before pushing their faces right to his massive chest. The thick, throbbing nubs on his pecs soon yawned and engulfed over them, and the tiger was now devouring his own side as well, his chest flexing hard as he brought them into his chest!

Their heads were stuffed into his nubs, and the thick black mounds clenched and pulled, working them into his body. Leo's cock then throbbed out, pushing out over the horns and head of the bull. His dick clamped over his neck and quickly pulled him off the ground, slurping him deeper into his hungry meat.

The loud gasps from the rest of Leo's teammates filled the room, as the muscular beast turned his hunger onto them, taking more of his fellow classmates and teammates into his body. His cock, still full of bull, was able to further gulp and stretch over more players. His pecs kept growing out as well, engulfing and grinding them in. Some of them were even slipped down the tiger's foreskin, slipping down his dick to wind up in his scrotum, rather than his nuts. His jaws stretched and snapped over a llama, swallowing more of them whole.

The tiger was shockingly mobile for someone who now had over fifty squirming furs in his body, gradually gurgling and churning them into more mass for himself. In the initial strike, he had managed to get between them and the only door out, trapping them all in the visitors locker room with no way out except through him.

The feline's cock did most of the feasting. It was the largest part of him and could easily reach the others as they tried to flee. But any who were able to get past Leo's penis soon found themselves in the clutches of his grip. From there, they either wound up in the tiger's pecs or maw. A bulky stag did manage to get to the door handle, before he found his head stuffed into the end of Leo's tail. Like the others, he too found himself a bulge in the white tiger, being swallowed whole by his body and joining the wriggling mass of men inside his form.

It only took Leo ten minutes for his teammates to all be eaten. His stripey nuts bulged out in all directions by a number of hands and appendages trying to get free. His pecs were so massive that the tiger had to arch his back to hoist them up so that he wouldn't fall forward from how stuffed they were. His strong midsection was domed out, as over a dozen well-built furs were fighting for space in his stomach. But, each and every member of his team, and the opposing team, were inside him now.

"Ahhh....hope Cal's done too." Leo said, referring to his boyfriend that was in the stands.

It was slightly difficult, but the tiger was eventually able to squeeze his stuffed body out the door. The presses along his bulging mass pressed down on the prey still trying to fight for a way out. But the sloshes, churns, and gurgles still echoed out, signifying that they'd all be mass on his frame eventually. But soon, he did reach the door to the stadium, ready to head out onto the field.

There, standing in the doorway, was his boyfriend. The hydra was standing out, nude as well, with five massive dicks pointing upward and all his heads grinning towards the tiger. Behind him, however, were his nuts. The red and black scaled sac was putting Leo's own balls to shame, as everyone in the stadium that had come to see the big game, were now sloshing away in Calvin's balls. The goalposts of the stadium were knocked over due to the massive size of the hydra's nuts. Every inch of turf on the field was covered in his sac, and it was spilling over into the stands.

"Ready for our date night?" Calvin said, patting his sac, "Got enough in here for a few rounds."

"Absolutely." Leo replied, pulling his bulk through the door and then leaping into the hydra's beefy arms. Even though the tiger had close to a hundred men inside of him, Calvin was easily able to hoist him up. "You think they'd learn by now not to schedule games on our date nights."

"I hope they don't learn." Calvin snickered.

(Day 21: Sports)

Aaron the Falcon was finally ready to take his place amid the Falcon's Crest. They were the most notorious biker gang in the region. Everyone knew to stay out of their way. The initiation process into the gang was rigorous, and very intimate in some parts, but he had done everything that he had been asked to do. Now, he was told to come to their headquarters, to which he could only assume he had reached the end of the trials, or close to it.

The motorcycle-riding falcon was riding along on the empty highway road on a moonless night. The occasional glare of a street light reflected off of his helmet and hog, and he soon got to his destination. A four story warehouse, completely nondescript, but the address on the paper he had matched the numbers on the door. This had to be the place.

He pulled around to the back and saw dozens of other motorcycles parked, and the backdoor of the warehouse was open. There weren't any lights on, but all the evidence pointed to this being his destination. He parked his motorcycle with the others, and headed up to the door. Taped to it was a single piece of paper with a message scribbled on it.

"Wear only your jacket. Once done, enter, and close the door behind you.."

The message had to be for him, and Aaron did what was said. He began to strip off all of his clothes, removing his shoes to let his talons breathe, pants and gloves, and then he removed his jacket and shirt. The fabric of his clothes was rubbing along his feathers while he stripped, exposing his thick thighs and his two foot dick once his pants were gone. His nuts hung down to his knees and his long tail feathers bristled once they were exposed. He was naked for a moment until he put his black leather motorcycle jacket back on. The falcon's body shivered slightly in the cool, night air. But he soon walked inside and closed the door behind him.

Once inside, Aaron saw several low lights leading him through the hallway. At the end, the falcon came to a large open room in the warehouse. There, he saw the other members of the Falcon's Crest, all standing in a circle in the room, and then they turned towards him. There were close to sixty members of the biker gang, all of them only wearing their jackets. While Aaron was rather hung with his two footer, the other falcons in the gang were impressive between the legs as well.

He knew that first hand.

Standing in the middle of the circle was the gang leader and president of the Falcon's Crest, Missile. He was holding his helmet in his hands. Like the others, he was only wearing his jacket. He beckoned Aaron to come forward, and the other falcons in the circle stepped apart in order to let him in.

"Welcome, Aaron." Missile said, "You've done well in your initiation so far. You have sexually pleasured each and every one of us here. Each cock you see before you has been in your ass, and each pair of nuts has unloaded its load either into your body or onto your feathers. You have also proven your loyalty, when you threw a molotov into the favorite bar of the Hells Eagles. You have personally supported your avian brothers well, both within and beyond the law. Now, you are ready to become one of us. It's time for your final test. The Falcons Nest."

"I'm ready." Aaron said.

"Your membership into our gang will now be sponsored." Missile said, "Fate will decide who that will be now.."

The falcon gang leader dipped one of his hands into the motorcycle helmet and pulled out several folded pieces of paper. He let them drip and fall out between his fingers, back into the helmet, and repeated the process three times, before shaking the helmet.

"Each slip of paper has one of our brothers written on it, including my own. Upon each one, they have written a letter. A. B. C. N. P. Reach inside, pick the name of your future sponsor, and read the letter that they chose for themselves aloud. You will then spend the next two days with their test. Survive it, and you will be welcomed with open arms."

This wasn't the first life-threatening test that he had been under to try and get into the gang, and the falcon was ready for whatever it was that any of them had come up with. He wasn't sure what the letters meant, but during the many weeks that Aaron had tried to get in, he had gotten to know many of his fellow falcons. So, he took a deep breath, reached into the helmet that Missile was holding, and pulled out a single folded slip of paper. He began to unfold it before reading it aloud.

"Chess. A."

There was silence among the gang as a large rotund falcon came up to Aaron, Chess was a bulky bird, built larger below the waistline than above it, but by no means unhealthy. He stood about a foot taller and had about fifty pounds on the initiate, and was equally wide. His feathery arms were crossed and he looked down towards Aaron, and nodded once to him.

"I have chosen A for my Falcons Nest, as he has declared." The deep voice of Chess came out, filling the empty space of the warehouse, "Now observe the final trial to become a full member of Falcon's Crest."

The bulky bird put a hand on Aaron's shoulder, and slid the initiate's motorcycle jacket off of his shoulders. Aaron quickly got the hint and hiked his arms up, letting his jacket fall to the ground behind him, leaving him nude in front of the senior gang member. Once that was complete, the grip on Aaron's shoulder tightened, and Chess squeezed harder. It wasn't painful, but it was firm.

Then, with no warning, Chess pushed Aaron down onto his knees and stepped over him. His large, feathery ass was then looming over the smaller male's head, and then Chess proceeded to sit down on him. The firm buttcheeks of the falcon spread apart and slid over the smaller male, pushing his head into Chess's tight anal ring! Aaron squawked out in surprise, suddenly breathing in hard in the musky backside of the biker, but Chess was still sitting further on him.

The tight rump was clenching and engulfing over him. Aaron's shoulders were soon sliding between the feathery ass, and Chess's cock began to spring upward from all the movement and struggling on his inner walls. His firm falcon shaft slapped against his muscular gut, making it wobble slightly as he continued to stuff his ass with Aaron.

The smaller falcon was over halfway inside him. Aaron's arms were pinned to his side, but he still reached up to grip at Chess's large rump. His fingers gripped into the feathery hide, but soon slid between his cheeks as well. Chess then stood back up, hoisting Aaron off of the ground, leaving his legs kicking helplessly in the air between his own. Aaron's shaft was throbbing hard, for as much as he was struggling, some deep part of his mind was enjoying sliding up the ass of the larger bird.

"He's almost in!" Chess said, announcing his claim on Aaron to the gang.

A muffled moan came from his bowels and gut, and Aaron's legs stopped kicking momentarily to go completely rigid. His dick suddenly blasted out, soaking the tail feathers of Chess in cum, as rope after rope shot out of his turgid fuck cannon, and onto the dirty floor of the warehouse. His cockhead then slipped into the backstar of Chess, and the rippling anal walls began grinding along his spent rod, further pulling Aaron inside.

The larger falcon's belly was starting to bulge out, the outline and shape of Aaron appearing amid his body. A few more hard pulls were sucking up the rest of Aaron's form, taking in his hips, balls, and legs. A minute later, his talons clenched and were pulled up, vanishing into the ass of Chess, as his rump pulled him up completely to keep him inside his body.

"The Falcon's Nest is complete." Missile said, "Chess has chosen to keep our initiate up his ass for the time period. If he lasts two days without digesting, he will be released and become one with our gang. Chess, by our bylaws, you will not do anything to hasten or slow his digestion. He must keep himself going inside you under his own power."

"Understood President." Chess said, patting his squirming belly.

"With that, this meeting is adjourned." Missile said, dismissing the rest of Falcon's Crest, "Now let's all get drunk and get to the strip clubs!"

(Day 22: Falcon)

Axel the lion and Adrian the mouse had been at each other's throats for over two months now. It was at the point where no one in their social circle could tell what their feud was even about anymore. Anytime it was brought up, it just became a dense shouting contest. The lion and the mouse just couldn't stand each other anymore. The worst part was how the descending, formerly friendly, social relationship that they had with one another was going to fracture the rest of the group of friends with it. Simply put, the longer that the two of them going at each other, the more likely it was going to be that everyone would eventually be forced to pick a side and the fissure would spread.

So, for the health of the group as a whole, something needed to be done. And that something was eventually decided upon by Joel, the mink.

He came up to both Axel and Adrian and told them what had been decided. The two of them would be given a set of poker chips, and a game of five-card stud poker would be set up between them. Joel would be the dealer, and he promised to be a completely neutral party for the game. It would continue until either one player lost all their chips, with the amount of chips lost being equivalent to the difference in power between the hands. No folding would be allowed.

The other way to end the game would be if one player got the Dead Man's Hand. In that situation, getting the Aces and Eights would result in the immediate end of the game, and no matter how many chips that they had, they would be the ultimate loser.

The winner of the game got full decision over what to do with the loser. They could tell them to leave town, to never show their face again, forgive whatever transaction happened, whatever they wanted. The loser would have to fully obey, and that would finally be the end of the downward spiral that was engulfing the group.

Joel started the game, tossing cards to both Axel and Adrian, one by one. The mouse gathered his cards and looked them over. Not a good hand, but he could get a face pair to open. He tossed three back, and the mink tossed Adrian three more. No pair, unfortunately. Axel, meanwhile, tossed back two and got two back. At the end of the hand, they revealed.

"Queen high." Adrian said.

"Three of a kind." Axel countered, the lion grinning as he showed off three twos.

The mouse grumbled and tossed him a few chips and they both sent their cards back to Joel. The mink shuffled again and then set out another hand of cards over to the two players. The mouse and lion were both grumbling and giving each other side-eyes as they looked over each card. Adrian had a pair of aces, but noticed that he also had an eight in his hand as well. Automatically losing by getting the Dead Man's Hand this early was out of the question, so he tossed the eight, and the other two cards away and got three more.

Another eight was in the new grouping, meaning he made the right play, but he still only had a pair of aces. The mouse then looked over as Axel just took one new card. His face didn't change its expression before they revealed their hand.

"Pair of aces." Adrian said, the mouse showing his hand.

"Two pair, threes and sevens." Axel countered.

The lion had won again.

Adrian cursed under his breath and handed over more chips. He shot a look to Joel as well.

"I'm not doing a thing." The mink said, "You can watch my hands all you want, the cards are going where they're going."

"Quit being a sore loser, Adrian." Axel said, "We both agreed to this. Honestly I'd rather not be in your company as long as I have been already."

"The feeling's mutual, Axel" The mouse replied, slinking in his seat and then waiting for the next hand.

Another hand was dealt out. Axel took his hand, and saw he had three aces in it. He gave a slight smirk as he looked over his cards and tossed out the two off-suit hole cards he didn't need. Joel flicked him two more cards and a pair of kings greeted him. He tried to lower his smile as he watched Adrian toss out one card and get another one. He seemed to perk up slightly when he saw his new hand.

"Alright, show em." Joel said.

"Flush." The mouse revealing five diamonds.

"Full house." The lion countered.

Adrain slammed his fist on the table and tossed out his cards and handed over more chips. He was down to just one left.

Five more cards were dealt out. Adrian had a hand of trash. Suits all over the place, not a single face card. A two, five, seven, nine, and a ten. He could practically feel bile rising in his throat before he junked the entire hand. Axel, upon seeing that, only tossed out two cards.

The mouse's new hand was much better. Though now he was regretting tossing out the two, as he had gotten the other three. A three of a kind was decent, but if Axel had only tossed out two, there was a chance he had a higher one. Four of a kind would have been much better.

"Show em." Joel said.

"Three twos." Adrian said.

"Two of a kind." Axel grumbled, showing off a pair of kings and queens.

Not the strongest win, but Adrian got another chip back from the lion. Now he just needed to hope that fate had a better hand in store for him. Or at least the mink dealer.

Another hand, and the mouse looked over his cards again. Three queens. Good start. He tossed out two and he had to keep his poker face up as he pulled the fourth queen. Adrian looked confident in his hand, and saw Axel taking two cards. The large teeth of the lion grinned through, and he shot a glare over towards Adrian.

"Nice knowing you." The lion smirked.

"Keep your fat trap shut and read em and weep. Two pairs." Adrian said, showing one set of queens, "Of queens. Take that you piece of shit lion"

Even Joel looked surprised at the four-of-a-kind that was showing, and looked over to Axel. He spread his arms out and showed off a six. Then a seven. Then an eight, followed by a nine, and a ten. All suited.

"Straight flush motherfucker." Axel said."

"FUCKING HELL!" Adrian said.

The difference in hands only cost him a chip, but he was back down to one. The mouse banged his head on the power table, and was about to just flip the whole thing. But he had agreed to this, but it was just getting ridiculous now.

Adrian got his new hand. Like the one before his amazing one, it was trash. He had a red ace and that was it. He kept it and tossed the rest. His four new cards were just as bad. No pairs, no matching suits, nothing.

Axel smelled blood in the water, looking over his pair of black suited eights and tossed out the other three cards. He kicked back in his seat and grabbed his three new ones, seeing now that he had two pair.

But then it struck him. He had two pairs. Black eights. Black aces.

Dead Mans Hand.

"Show em." Joel said, and Adrian just flopped his cards out on the table.

Axel hesitated. The entire game was lost. The lion really didn't want to show it off.

"Axel, show em." Joel said.

"It's better than his ace high. Can I just..."

The mink was having none of it and before Axel could pull back, Joel grabbed the cards out of his paws and placed them on the table. The aces and eights and a queen of diamonds."

Joel was shocked to see that. Axel had been winning handily the whole game, and now suddenly he was just...gone.

"Dead Man's Hand." Joel said. "Adrian, you win."

The mouse's ears perked up and he looked over to the table, then to Axel's cards. Then to the lion.

"Alright, as per the agreement that you both decided on, Adrian, whatever you say goes." Joel said. "What do you want?"

Adrian grinned and didn't say a single word. He got up from his seat and walked over to the side of the table that Axel was on. The lion glared, but he was going to hold up his end of the deal they had.

"You're a piece of shit, Axel." Adrian said, "And now I'm going to make you one for real."

With no warning, Adrian grabbed the lion by the shoulders and suddenly opened his mouth wide and stuffed Axel's head into his maw! The lion yelped out but Adrian was not letting go. The mouse gulped over more, swallowing hard and pressing Axel's face to the back of his throat. The lion's tried to pull back, but suddenly Joel came up behind the feline and held his arms back.

"You agreed to whatever!" Joel said, "So quit fighting!"

Axel started to curse and swear, his head pushing into the mouse's throat. The gulps were getting louder and more intense, and the large bulge began to appear going down Adrian's gullet. Soon he pulled forward, getting the larger male's shoulders into his mouth, and slurping out over his body. The struggling lion was still trying to fight his way out, and his clothes were starting to rip from his body. Joel was still holding him back, and Adrian was swallowing him further.

The furry chest and arms of Axel were freed as his shirt tore off of him, and his arms started to get pinned to him once the mouse was swallowing over his chest and upper body. At that point, Joel let them go, and started to hold onto Axel's legs, as he was kicking hard and resisting the mouse eating him. He pushed out, kicking back at the mink, who got a foot right to the chest.

Joel oophed out, but still held on. The move back was pulling Axel's pants off, showing off his throbbing arousal and firm lower body. The mink quickly grabbed onto the lion's dick and used it like a handle to keep a hold on him and further stuff him into Adrian's mouth.

The mouse was doing his part, the lion bulge sinking down past his pecs and down into his stomach. His flat belly was bulging outward with the full grown lion going down his throat. Axel's dick was soon shoved into his mouth as he swallowed over the furry lower half of the lion, and he slurped hard on his shaft and ass. The taste of the lion felt great on his tongue, and soon he had the struggling male mostly inside him. The face of Axel was pressing out against his stomach, making a clear print of his screaming, cursing features as he was being gulped.

With just the legs sticking free from his mouth, Adrian hung his head back and let gravity pull him in. His throat rippled over the doomed prey inside it, gulping over each and every inch as he ate the larger male alive and whole. The knees slipped in, then his shins and ankles. Finally, the last bit of him, Axel's toes and tail tip, vanished beyond the buck teeth of the mouse. One more firm gulp sent the bulge beyond his tongue and down past his chest to his belly.

Adrian then fell flat on the ground, his gut bulging out massively as he could feel Axel clawing and squirming inside of him. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't break free or work his way back up Adrian's throat.

The mouse belched loudly, sending most of the air out of his gut. He felt a slight bit of warmth pump against his belly walls. Axel must have cummed in his stomach.

"Fucker." Adrian said, "Gonna ruin my figure with your fat ass."

"Well, at least it's done." Joel said, catching his breath after that kick to the chest. "I...didn't expect you to eat him though. Honestly didn't know you could."

Adrian slowly got back to his feet, his belly bulging out several feet in front of him.

"Eh, it's how this whole thing started anyway." Adrian said, "He got pissy cause I fucked and then ate his boyfriend with my ass."

"Wait, so..." Joel said.

"Yeah." Adrian grinned and then picked at one of his teeth with the poker chips scattered on the table, "This whole thing was my fault to begin with. But..."

Adrian patted his gut, feeling Axel still using the last of his energy to squirm.

"Hey, beats apologizing." The mouse smirked.

(Day 23: Predatory Prey Species)

Bullock had been having the same dream for almost a month now. The frog would find himself in a sort of hazy, misty state. Then, from behind, he would come across the biggest, most muscular armadillo he had ever seen in his life. He was dressed in black leather, wearing a western hat, and always came up on Bullock from behind. The armadillo had strong arms, and he always just felt so safe in his grasp.

But it was only a dream.

It was wonderful though. He was gentle but firm. And every night, he gave Bullock the hardest, best fuck that he ever had. It was filling, powerful, so intense and intimate. It just didn't feel like a wet dream, even though Bullock woke up every night with cum-stained sheets. He felt so full as well, like he had been taking gallons of hot armadillo cum every single night it happened.

But it was only a dream.

That's what he kept telling himself. But last night, for the first time, the strong, silent man in his dreams finally spoke to him. He had just finished pounding the frog's ass for hours, and while he was still rock hard, he pulled him off of his throbbing shaft. He then laid Bullock down next to him, and spoke to him with a deep, yet dreamy, voice.

"My name is Kreig." The armadillo said, "And tomorrow will be the last night you see me."

The frog had been dreading going to bed all day. He knew that once he fell asleep and returned to his dream world, it would be his last time with Kreig. It was so strange. He barely knew him, but just being in his dreams with him, well, it felt right. He felt like he wanted to stay with him for all time. He just didn't want it to end.

But, it was soon after midnight, and Bullock was getting tired. He also didn't want to not fall asleep. Part of him was thinking that Kreig would just not show up if he stayed up all day and didn't fall asleep until tomorrow. He just figured that, if this night was to be the last night he would see him, then he would want to make it special.

Bullock was soon comfortable in his bed, and before long, the anxiety and nervousness about the upcoming end of his dream encounters with Kreig had blown away. His eyes were shut and his body was at ease. He slowly drifted off to the dream world, and soon that hazy, misty feeling was upon him again.

The frog looked around, feeling the pinkish, yellowish fog of his mind swirl around him. He tried to speak, but he found he had no voice. He tried again, the anthro amphibian tried with all his mental fortitude to shout out Kreig's name.

"Kreig? Kreig!" Bullock shouted out.

In his bed, the sleeping frog was tossing slightly, his voice week, whispering out for the armadillo. He had an arm raised up, but slowly lowered it, his body slightly moving in the same motion of his dream self.

"You don't have to yell, Bullock."

The frog began to breathe harder, as he suddenly felt the armadillo grab his shoulder from behind. He turned, looking behind him to see the leather-clad male of his dreams. He was wearing his jacket again, but his hat and pants were gone. It seemed like he was ready to go for another round, as Kreig's hyper arousal was pointing upward, framed perfectly against his massively buff body. It honestly seemed like he was getting bigger every time he dreamed of him. It made him sad that this would be the last time.

"I'm glad to see you." Bullock said, rubbing a hand along the thick thigh muscles of the armadillo.

"It's the last time tonight, you know." Kreig said, his chin resting on his massive pecs, each mound thicker than the frog's body. Bullock thought of how many times he rubbed his face along the underside of those chest muscles when the armadillo railed him.

"I wish it wasn't." Bullock said, "I don't want you to leave. I wish you could stay in my dreams."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not the one leaving, Bullock." Kreig said, "You are. I'm taking you with me. That's why you'll never see me in your dreams again. You won't be waking up."

"I...won't? What do you mean?" Bullock said.

The armadillo stroked at his large dick. It started growing larger in front of the anthro frog. He knew that Kreig was big, but in his previous dreams, it was only big enough for him to really feel it. But now, in this dream, he was watching the armadillo's manhood grow bigger and bigger. It was getting larger than he could imagine. Larger than even he was. He gasped out, watching as Kreig's dick was sliding up past his pecs, then beyond his own head.

Finally, it came forward, as thick as a car and incredibly long. Bullock stepped back, watching that thick, veiny shaft throb.

"Sweet wolf christ." Bullock said, "Kreig, I had no idea you were so large! There's no way that will fit in me!"

"Don't worry, my sweet little froggy." Kreig said, "You don't have to worry about it fitting in you. Because you'll be fitting in it."

Bullock looked up towards the muscular armadillo, but then his vision was filled with the throbbing, gaping cockhead of his dream man. Kreig pushed forward, humping his hips and sliding his cockslit over the face of the amphibian. Bullock had sucked Kreig off in his dreams before, but now that penis was sucking on him!

He wasn't sure what was going on. But, this was a dream, and Kreig's cock in his dream was sucking him deeper. Was this...some deep psychological thing he had? The desire to be inside another man's dick? He wasn't sure what his brain was trying to tell him, but he was enjoying it. He started to slurp and lick along the inside of Kreig's dick, rubbing his tongue along the inner walls.

"That's a good boy." Kreig said, "Enjoy it. Join me."

The hyper shaft began to suck harder on Bullock, sliding over his shoulders now and actively pulling him down deeper. Drips of cum and pre began to drop onto the frog's body as he was being squeezed down Kreig's shaft. The armadillo cock was clenching on his body, and pulling in the eager and willing frog. In addition to the suction from that huge dick, Bullock was pulling himself in as well.

"This is...oddly nice." Bullock said, "Just an amazing display of how amazing a man Kreig is."

Kreig gripped tighter and his cock sucked harder. The frog's body slipped further inside, soon past his hips. Bullock began humping at the cockslit, grinding his cock along the gaping opening he was being pulled into, and then tucked his legs into his partner's shaft. He willingly pulled himself completely inside, and slid further down the arousal of the armadillo. His body was making a clear bulge in the underside of that large dick, and slowly began sliding down.

The rippling cum tunnel kept working Bullock down, and he humped at the walls the entire way. The firm shaft gripped and squeezed, and Kreig's cock pulled him closer to the muscular male. The super buff armadillo then gripped at his dick and hoisted it upward, and began squeezing the bulge Bullock was making down to his base.

At the base, inside his shaft, was a tight ring. Bullock was pressed in, and then squeezed beyond it, finding himself in the musky, cum-filled sac of the armadillo. He wiggled and squirmed, pushing through the open ring and then splashing down into Kreig's cum. It was hot, and he started sweating, and the pressure around him was getting him lightheaded. He splashed about in the cum factories of the dream armadillo, before pressing up against one of the walls, his feet still kicking in the seed.

"What now?" He asked.

He didn't get an answer. Perhaps Kreig couldn't hear him? He had lost his voice when the dream had started after all. Well, he would tell him eventually. He knew he would. His head was starting to swim though, as Kreig's cum was sticking to him. The frog idly began stroking himself off, and then going faster as he felt his orgasm start bubbling in his balls.

Bullock arched his back and began humping his hips upward, and sent out a few shots of cum from his dick, which splashed into the deep pools that he was soaking in. He sighed out, rubbing some of Kreig's seed on his body. For some reason, even though he was asleep, he was getting tired. He started to close his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the warm cum he was bathing in, and then passed out. Gradually, he began to slip under the surface. A few bubbles popped up where he was, but soon the surface of the cum pools were calm once again.

The frog didn't surface.

"All mine now. Forever." Kreig said, the armadillo rubbing his sac and feeling the frog get absorbed into his body.

In Bullock's bedroom, his body, his real one, was gone too. All that was left was a thick stain of armadillo cum on his sheets and mattress. The mystery of where the frog had vanished to would be unsolved. It would seem like he had just...disappeared. But that was a trait of Kreig.

If he ate someone in their dreams, they would be eaten in reality.

(Day 24: Dream)

Sachiel, the Heretic Wolf, was heading into the public plaza. The eleven-foot tall muscular fur had heard that there was a food drive going on there for the holidays. He was always looking for something new to eat, and if they were offering some free food because of the time of year, then he was interested in tasting it. The notice said that it was starting at three in the afternoon, but unfortunately, he had gotten tied up on a few other things that day. He wasn't able to get there until after five.

When he got there, there wasn't much food that he could see though. There were four distinct furs that he could make out, however. Sachiel could see that there was a white-furred kangaroo, a binturong putting away some boxes, a wendigo getting excess trash cleaned up, and a Paolumu that looked like they were taking care of organization. Of the four, the Paolumu was easily the most muscular, wearing only a skimpy thong despite the cooling temperatures. The other three didn't come close to his size, as he was wider than he was tall.

Sachiel came up to the group, his large shadow signifying his approach first, as he came up to the collective group. The four other furs stopped what they were doing with the buff canine approached them. Everything about Sachiel just screamed out 'massive' His massive black dong, his massive leg muscles, his massive pecs, and his massively muscular front, with a black skull-and-crossbones tattoo across his white lilac abs.

"I was told there would be food here." Sachiel said to the collection of furs.

"The food is gone." The wendigo said, "The food drive just ended."

"Yeah, we just got it all sent out." The binturong added, "We had over a thousand."

"Did you have some you wanted to donate?" The white-furred kangaroo added, his gaze transfixed on Sachiel's dick, right at eye level to him. "Hey Zac, we can still take stuff, right?"

"Hmm?." The Paolumu looked up from what he was doing. "Yeah, I can add it to the running total if he's got stuff to bring."

"No, I mean, I was here to get food." Sachiel said, "But you said it's all gone? I still see some here."

"You do?" Zac said, looking around, "Did some get left behind? Where is it?"

"Right here." Sachiel said, and with his massive clawed hands, reached out and grabbed the wendigo and the kangaroo, both by the head and hoisted them upwards!

"Hey what the...!" the wendigo stated, before Sachiel opened his large, toothy maw and shoved the wendigo face-first into his mouth!

The entire upper half of his body was planted on the heretic wolf's tongue, and it slurped up along him as Sachiel pulled him into his mouth. Then, he yawned his maw open wider and stuffed in the kangaroo next. He pushed them both into his mouth, sucking hard on their bodies and letting his cheeks bulge out. His mouth stretched to accommodate both of them, but the wolf was big enough to fit them inside at the same time, even as they were kicking and struggling on his long, black tongue.

"Hey, let us go!" The kangaroo shouted, fighting against the swallowing and slurping of the large wolf.

"Let you go to my belly, you mean." Sachiel said, arcing his head back and swallowing harder, sucking both men completely into his mouth and then having them both push against each other as they were sent down his throat.

The two trapped men felt their legs and feet pushing against the back of the wolf's teeth, which only furthered their slide down his throat. Sachiel gulped louder, showing off the two squirming bulges flailing down his gullet, the rippling esophagus pressing and squeezing them down past his pecs and then dropping them both into his expansive gut.

The other two workers watched as the firm abs of the wolf began to bulge outward with the wendigo and kangaroo. The skull-and-bones tattoo on his front began to bulge outward, with the constant movement under it causing it to ripple. The wendigo and kangaroo kept pushing about inside Sachiel's stomach, trying to find a way out of the tight, wet, tomb.

"Mmmm...good, still hungry though." Sachiel said, "Need more food."

The other two were looking on in shock as they had just witnessed their companions grabbed up and swallowed down so easily. The heretic wolf gave both of them a large, toothy grin, before suddenly grabbing out and squeezing his big meaty paws over both of their midsection.

Zac the Paolumu was struggling the most. With his size, he was able to at least attempt to break free out of the heretic wolf's grasp. The binturong, however, was having no such luck in his attempts to escape. Sachiel's grip squeezed over him, and he looked up towards the predator. He was just in time to see the toothy maw gaping open wide, saliva dripping from his long black tongue and shiny white teeth, and his head was stuffed deep into the maw of the wolf.

The binturong felt Sachiel's long tongue wrap around him. The sharp teeth slid along his body, gently rubbing and tearing at the clothes he was wearing as he was sucked into the hot and humid mouth of the wolf. He gulped over more of the food drive worker, loosening his tongue around him, but still stuffing him face down his throat. The slick saliva dripped all over the binturong, before his face plunged into the dark abyss at the back of Sachiel's throat, while he continued to swallow him down.

His belly continued to press out as the men inside were still struggling and trying to find a way to get free. The loud gurgles and sloshes were echoing out from his front, and the wolf's throat began to bulge outward as well, the outline of the third male slipping down into him. His powerful throat only needed a few gulps to work him down, his size making Sachiel's chest bulge out, but then it squeezed him on down to his stomach as well. The prominent tattoo on his belly bulged out even further as the bearcat was joining his companions.

That only left Zac the Paolumu free from the confines of the heretic wolf's stomach. He was still trying to break free, but now with that Sachiel had both hands free, the wolf soon had a better grip on his struggling, soon-to-be meal.

"Let go of me!" Zac said, kicking about and seeing Sachiel's belly bulge out even further. The skull and crossbones tattoo on his gut was getting more stretched and prominent as the three men fought inside his belly.

"Okay." Sachiel said, then hoisted up Zac over his toothy maw and let him go.

The heretic wolf then snapped upward, yawning his maw wide and taking the Paolumu completely in his mouth in a single snap. His sharp teeth barely avoided snapping over Zac's body, as everything suddenly went dark. The large tongue of Sachiel was soon slurping and slobbering all over Zac's body. The constant movements and thumps of his mouth made the Paolumu tumble over and get bounced about as Sachiel continued his tasting of him.

"Mmmm... yummy." Sachiel growled out, rubbing the Paolumu along his teeth before curling his tongue back and sliding Zac's feet towards his throat.

The vision of Zac was letterboxed by the jaws of the wolf, and he began gulping and swallowing over the muscular male. The Paolumu scrambled as he was being pulled down the gulping throat, clinging and rubbing his hands along the back of Sachiel's mouth and grabbing along his tongue. But, his grip wasn't strong enough, and the swallows of the wolf were too powerful. His thick lower body was already bulging out his throat, and the gripping muscles of the wolf were pulling him down.

Sachiel reached up to tease the throat bulge, rubbing along his meal's strong body through the fuzz, and gulped harder. Zac's grip on his tongue was soon gone, and the Paolumu vanished down beyond the view of his maw. The firm gulps echoed across the now-empty grassy area, and the wolf's pecs pushed out again as a meal squeezed down. Before long, Zac was shoved beyond the esophagus opening, and fell into Sachiel's stomach with the others.

His stomach was bulged out, having four very large men inside of him, and the strain on his belly was actually making his pelt stretch. But, he patted his gut, his front domed out, with his tattoo wrapped around his belly. Sachiel licked around his mouth again, still feeling the taste of the four men on his tongue and lips.

"Should have gotten here sooner, I'm still hungry." The wolf said to himself, feeling them squirm about in his stomach.

His eyes soon caught a glimpse of the clipboard that Zac had been holding. He bent over, squeezing the men in his belly as he did so, and picked it up. Upon it, he saw the address to where all the food was supposed to go, and which other workers at the drive had been taking it. It wasn't that far of a walk, and if they had as much noted on some other pages, it would take them some time to unload it all.

"Time for a second course." Sachiel said, and made his way towards his next meal.

(Day 25: Tattoo)

It was the most exclusive gym in the entire tri-state area. It was owned and operated by the Dragon Gang, one of the most powerful and influential groups around. It had the best equipment, best trainers, and won 'best facility' three years in a row. And, as the namesake as the operators went, it was exclusive only to dragons. The dragons in the area consistently lorded their ability to have it to themselves.

Except, there was one exception. See, while the Dragon Gang was rich, powerful, and influential, the land that the gym was on belonged to someone else. They had to buy it from the bank that owned the land. And the white canine who owned the bank had one rule if he was going to sell the land to them. That rule was that, no matter what, they had to let his dear companion Gruine have free reign of the building and facilities as well. He was to be the only non-dragon allowed on the property.

The chocolate-colored canine had taken full advantage of that, and made sure to head over to the gym at each and every opportunity that he had. The dragons, while plenty big, simply paled in comparison to Gruine's body. The large canine was easily the biggest, buffest guy at the gym every time he showed up, and the other dragons there were starting to get tired of him. The Dragons Den was supposed to be their haven, but they never knew when the beefy dog would just come in and indirectly shame each and every one of them.

For years, this went on. Dragons in tight speedos and gym clothes suddenly having Gruine waltz in and, while not even trying, show off his own muscular body and frame. Some found it motivating, but eventually the despair hit all of them. Not one of them, no matter how they tried, were able to reach the massive canine's size. Now, a small group of them were going to do something about it.

They had figured out Gruine's pattern, and four of them had gathered in the gym, right as the canine came in. The chocolate-colored canine had a large white towel over his shoulder and a bulging set of gym shorts as he waltzed into the dragon's gym. Gruine was just going to keep things simple today, and scanned in his executive, triple-platinum VIP card to get access to the gym.

Once he was in, however, the canine instantly noticed that something was off. Usually, there were plenty of sounds inside. Both from machines and equipment being used, and from all the dragons working out. But aside from the breathing of a few, he didn't hear anything. Either he had come at a slow time, which seemed unlikely, or someone was waiting for him and had sent the other dragons away.

When Gruine stepped into the gym, he soon saw it was the latter.

There were four dragons all standing next to each other, and they seemed to have been waiting for him. There was a red dragon with a yellow underbelly and green highlights, a tan brown dragon, an emerald green eastern dragon with a long white moustache, and a physically imposing, incredibly beefy, Black Kyurem. Granted, just because he was the biggest didn't mean the other three were tiny. Far from it. Gruine recognized them as the four biggest dragons in the gym. As such, they were also the four most offended by the canine's continued presence in the Dragons Den.

"Well, look who it is." The red dragon said, "Someone who only got in because of his connections."

"Hey guys." Gruine said, staying friendly with the four of them. "You need anything? You're kinda in the way of going further."

"Yeah, we need you to get the hell out of here." The Black Kyurem said, "We don't want you here."

"This place is for dragons only!" The muscular tan one said, "And you sure don't look like a dragon to me!"

"So if you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here and leave this place to the dragons!" The eastern dragon said, "This is your one chance to leave peacefully before we get forceful."

Gruine cocked his head to the side.

"Really? This place is just for dragons?" He said, "That's weird. I don't see any dragons."

"Are you blind or something" The red dragon stated, "We're right here in front of you. You've been here for years! The place is called the Dragons Den. You have to have noticed!"

"Oh, no no." Gruine said, "I mean I don't see any dragons in front of me."

"Okay, now you just have to be messing with us. So get out." The eastern dragon said.

"Yeah," The Black Kyurem added, "If you don't see dragons, then who's about to beat the snot out of you?"

"That's easy." Gruine said, a large smile on his face, "Cock food."

The sudden statement caught the dragons by surprise, which was enough time for Gruine to reach down and undo his exercise shorts. The massive bulge that was being held back by his workout clothes was now freely hanging out. The four dragons suddenly watched as the chocolate canine's thick red cock sprung out and expanded right in front of them. Foot after foot of his hyper, veiny shaft emerged and flexed upward, riding up past the canine's own head before it flopped down, smashing into the gym floor before Gruine grunted and pointed it upward. His large nuts then dropped as well, falling down past his knees and then crashed to the ground as well before expanding and rolling out behind his haunches.

"What is..." The green eastern dragon started before Gruine's massive dong flared out again.

The dripping red cockslit yawned wide, and both ends of the slit pressed up against the noodle dragon's face before clamping down over the sides and then pulled him in! The first firm suck was strong enough to hoist the scaly off of the ground and greatly pull him down the musky depts of Gruine's penis. He started to yell something out, but he had already slipped down several feet, and the back half of his body was wiggling wildly, trying to get free from Gruine's shaft.

"Hey, the hell? Get him out of there!" The tan dragon said, grabbing at the body of the other dragon and tried to pull him back out.

Gruine just smiled and his dick flared harder. The cumhole on his dick gaped larger, and loomed over the tan brown dragon's face. His eyes went wide as Gruine's cock sucked harder, and then slid over his body as well, engulfing and trapping him in the musky confines of the canine's cock. The tight slit clamped over him, and now both males were being sucked down the rippling shaft, with Gruine's tail wagging rapidly and his face a look of bliss. He rubbed along his shaft as he contracted and pulled, working over both, and fully engulfing the tan dragon in his manhood, with just the last bit of the noodle dragon sticking free.

To the other dragon's shock, while it seemed like time had stopped completely, Gruine had sucked the first two down his cock in under a minute. The bulges in his arousal were worked down, squeezed through his inner ring to his balls, and dropped into his nuts to splash in his cum. The easter dragon gasped as he was being fed through the ring, forced to coil and curl inside the large canine balls, and the tan dragon splattered head-first into the goo, pressing out against the back walls of his sac. Gruine hoisted up his large dick to show off the bulges to the other two, letting them see their two companions struggling inside his body.

"The fuc...." The red dragon stated, "Let them out now!"

"Maybe you should help." Gruine said, before thrusting his hips towards that dragon.

His large red shaft yawned wide again, gaping over the anthro dragon and clamping over his neck. He started to try and pull himself free, brushing his hands against Gruine's massive cockhead to try and get leverage to pull himself out. But the canine's dick spread wide again, the cumslit sliding over his hands and engulfing them as well, and sucking the dragon into his manhood up to his shoulders.

The Black Kyurem tried the same tactic the tan dragon did on his now-devoured companion, and grabbed at the dragon being swallowed to try and pull him free. However, he didn't get close to Gruine's dick, and instead grabbed the red dragon by the legs and picked him up to try and pull him out.

A tug of war started between the massive Black Kyurem, trying to use all of his strength to pull the red dragon out of Gruine's cock, and Gruine, who's dick was sucking harder on the dragon than either of them thought possible. Gruine's cock was lewdly gulping, pulling the struggling dragon down inch by inch, the hungry shaft getting the slightest advantage over the dragon. He clenched at his bottom jaw and felt his dick pull harder, with the dragons already in his balls still fighting and struggling to get out of his nuts.

The Black Kyurem was pulling harder, the feet of the red dragon clenching and his toes were curling. He was huffing, watching as the red dragon's upper body and wings were vanishing into the darkness of Gruine's cockhole. He was doing all he could in that position, squirming about and wiggling to try and loosen the cock's grip on him, but it was hopeless. The canine's penis had a death grip on him, and even with the other dragon using all of his strength, it couldn't break the hold on him.

Finally, there was a powerful suck from Gruine's cock, and the red dragon slipped out of the Black Kyurem's grasp. Like a rocket, his entire body slipped down beyond the gaping cockhead and was completely engulfed in the canine's meat. The chocolate colored canine gasped and panted, rubbing the full outline and bulge that he was making, and worked him quickly into his balls. The red dragon fell into his right nut with the eastern dragon, making his sac bloat out on that one side. But, his cock lurched forward and upward again. His cumslit gaped wider, and then crashed down over the head and body of the last dragon.

The Black Kyurem looked up, his eyes wide, as the dick engulfed him in a single swallow. He didn't even feel the walls of the shaft slide over him as Gruine's cockhead smashed into the ground, catching him completely in a single gulp. The slit closed up at the floor of the gym and sucked up the beefiest dragon before hoisting him skyward and sent him falling down his penis head-first.

A muffled shout was heard as the last dragon was swallowed. A lewd bulge form in Gruine's dick as it closed over him, showing off every contour of his body. Gruine leaned back, resting on his nuts, as the final bulge was squeezed and worked down into himself. He rubbed the outline in his urethra, pushing his last cocksnack down, and gasped out as he slipped into his left nut. Now, with four massive dragons struggling about in his sac, the canine panted out, sweating and exhausted, from devouring them.

"Whew, big meal you guys were." Gruine said, rubbing his rump on his nuts, "But hey, now I don't need to buy a protein shake at the juice bar. Though, considering your attitude, maybe I'll skip that part."

Gruine chuckled and, with his gym outfit on the floor, dragged his cock and nuts to the showers. The constant movements and vibrations shook the four men in his sac, soaking and splattering them with more of his hot, gooey sperm. They sputtered, rubbing out and reaching to try and find the hole they had been squeezed through. Then, they felt the heat and temperature start to rise up around them, as Gruine's balls began to churn and gurgle.

The large canine was humming happily to himself as he took a spot in the shower stall and set his phone up against a bar to send a video to his old friend and idol at the bank, with a message for him to enjoy the show. Gruine then turned the water on and began to sensually shower, rubbing some soap and body wash on his body, latering up, and then rubbing and teasing his huge cock for his audience of one.

Gruine started to do a slight dance in the shower, hefting his nuts off of the ground and showing off the bulges inside of his balls to the camera. He began to jostle and shake his hips as well, shaking up the prey in his nuts. He began to swing his orbs around, making them bounce about and cause the men inside to lose all sense of balance and bearings, and they were getting soaked with his massive cum reserves. Ropes of seed stuck to them and began to drip from all around as Gruine danced and showed off his muscular body to the video.

As the minutes passed, Gruine kept shaking them up, and the dragons were starting to break down and melt inside him. They were gasping and sputtering, but even though they were large, legendary dragons, the canine was reducing them to hot spunk that was joining the ropes splashing around already inside him. The lewd gurgling and bubbling sound of his balls could even be heard over the sound of the shower on the video he was shooting, and very clearly the lumps and bulges and hills and valleys in Gruine's nuts that signified their bodies began to diminish and fade. Before long, his nuts were perfectly spherical again, the four dragons melted down into more mass and cum for the canine.

Gruine then flexed hard, bulking up his body as he absorbed all that extra mass into him. His muscles bulged and flared, expanding outward and he then gripped as his massive red cock. He began to work his dong with his whole body, humping it with his pecs and abs. His slit gaped wide after several minutes of this, and soon began to blast out a thick torrent of seed. In addition to all the white of his cum, some leftover colors of the dragons that had melted in his nuts were mixed with it. A few streaks of red, green, yellow, brown, and black oozed out with the multiple cumshots that he was unloading.

The powerful orgasm of Gruine was mixing with the shower water, and his cum began to flow into the shower drains. The remains of the dragon were soon completely gone, wasted away as Gruine finished the show.

"Hope you enjoyed that hun." Gruine said, wiking to the camera, "Maybe I'll make the species extinct and see you later tonight. Or you can. Either works."

The canine slapped his own ass for the video before he grabbed it and ended the feed to send the video to Brian. Once that was done, he finished off his shower, not giving a second thought to the dragons he had just unloaded down the drain.

(Day 26: Dragon)

Tachi had decided to take the day off. He had been working day and night for over a month, and the waterwolf had decided that he was due for a vacation day. He closed up the Sapphire Gym and gathered up a bag to bring with him to the beach, as well as a large umbrella and a cooler full of drinks. The bag was carted over his shoulder and he had the cooler hoisted up on his other one, and the umbrella was wedged between his arm and massive furry pecs. Lastly, he held a beach chair between his fingers. With every step he took, the wolf's muscular and powerful frame bounced, and his blue speedo-clad package wobbled between his legs and muscular thighs.

The beach was fairly empty, as the late season meant that it was too cold for most people, but Tachi was bulky enough that a cool salty breeze off the water didn't bother him at all. Besides, the sun was out, and the crystal blue waves crashing on the sand was far too nice of an experience to miss.

Since the beach was so clear, he had free reign to set up anywhere he wanted. He found a good spot next to a rock outcropping that would eventually put him in the shade after several hours. Tachi grunted and dropped the cooler and his beach bag before grabbing the umbrella with both hands. The big wolf placed then his beach umbrella down and opened it up, letting the blue and white striped fabric expand over the spot, making a bit of shade. Then, he placed his bag down and pulled out a multi-colored beach towel and put it on the sand, and then opened up the blue beach chair and placed it on the towel. All he had to do now was rest, relax on his chair, and enjoy the beach.

With everything set up, Tachi dragged his bag over to his seat, grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of his bag and put them on, and grabbed a cold drink out of his cooler, the sound of the ice rattled as he lazily drifted his paw in and grabbed a can at random.. The wolf popped the top and drank it down in a few gulps and then crushed the empty can in his strong grip. The aluminum crumbled easily and he tossed the crushed can into an empty plastic bag.

Tachi smiled and stretched out and rolled his shoulders. His large muscular body shook and his jointed popped as the beach chair he was laying in creaked from the strain of his huge bulk. His body shook slightly, the muscles on his huge frame flexing slightly, and then he relaxed again. His maw opened wide into a large yawn and he brought his two massive arms behind his head. The buff wolf looked out to the water, seeing past his mountains pecs to the waves splashing and cresting and sighed happily.

"This is nice." Tachi said, relaxing in the cool sea breeze.

As the wolf leaned back, he suddenly saw something creep into his vision from above. A large red pom with a ring orbiting around it crossed into his view from above, and seconds later a massive set of furry pecs smushed into his face. The wolf gasped out and scrambled slightly before sliding down in his chair and looking up. He had a smile on his face though, knowing who the pom and pecs belonged to.

"Ooph, hi Lini." Tachi said, adjusting his sunglasses after getting pecs to the face, "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Wasn't expecting to see you either." Lini replied.

The Moogle was short, but incredibly muscular. Even though Tachi was as thick as a semi-truck, the Moogle was just as wide, if not wider, then he was. Those pecs on the mog were so massive that, even as Tachi reached up to rub a paw along Lini's chest, his large and meaty grip just barely failed to stretch over the entire white mound. His fingers brushed along the thick blue hair on the Moogle's chest, which matched the color of his head fur. He flicked one of Lini's nipples with his thumb while he kept feeling up that one pec, and the mog flexed it out to further fill his grip.

"Oh yeah?" Tachi said, "Just happened to see me?"

"Yeah." Lini said, "I just finished a big job."

The Moogle reached down and gripped at his junk, shaking his balls a few times and letting the wolf hear what was sloshing inside there. Lini then hefted up his sac and flopped it on Tachi's face, smothering him with his huge sac. The wolf gasped, and took a deep breath. The musk from the mog flowed into his nose, and he felt something inside there pushing out, giving a few last moments of struggling inside those white-furred nuts.

The wolf huffed and reached up, squeezing at the white balls of Lini, rubbing along those huge orbs and licked along the crevice between them. His face and muzzle nuzzled into the big spheres, feeling Lini's nuts gurgle around his face.

"And I was thinking, I've already turned the data in on this guy." Lini said, stroking his throbbing pink shaft as Tachi squirmed under his nuts, "And I decided to just find a nice place to unload him. Originally I was thinking I'd make some sea water saltier, but now that I see that you're here, I think you'll make a better cum dump."

"Mmmphhh!" Tachi gasped, soon getting the mog's balls off of his face. He panted slightly, looking up at the shortstack who was standing over his beach chair. Lini gave him a smirk, and Tachi turned in his chair, laying on his firm muscle gut as he looked over the moogle.

"Fuck..." Tachi said, "That sounds hot."

"Yeah." Lini said, the big mog gripping onto Tachi's body, "And fucking you sounds more fun then just jacking off by myself."

"Wouldn't mind seeing that either." Tachi said, gripping back up to rub along Lini's body. His meaty paws squeezed at this thick nipples crowning the mog's chest.

Lini was starting to manhandle Tachi now. His large body was easily being gripped and moved about by the muscular shortstack. He soon grabbed Tachi by the legs and rolled the wolf onto his back, knocking over his beach chair as they were now getting into position on Tachi's blanket. His large shaft was pressed right at the wolf's face, even as he was grabbing Tachi's ankles, his massive dick throbbing right in front of his eyes. He smirked and let his slit gape open, teasing the wolf's muzzle with his cockhole.

Tachi gasped, feeling Lini's cumhole squeezing around his face. He lapped along the inside of the walls, feeling the heat coming off of it as the tight tunnel beckoned for him. He whined slightly, the powerful suction gripping on his face would easily slurp him up if the mog didn't have him by the feet.

"Thought...you were gonna fuck me first." Tachi said, gasping in Lini's cockhead, as his head was engulfed by his thick meat.

"Oh don't worry, I am." Lini said, and slowly pulled his penis back.

There was a wet pop as the mog's cock snapped off of Tachi's face. The wolf was sweating slightly from the heat, and pre was dripping off of his face and beard. He saw the mog spread his legs apart and then pull back, dragging his cock along the wolf's meaty pecs. Lini's hyper shaft spread along the meaty pecs of the wolf, spreading his mounds apart and rippled along the hair and fur of his chest. Tachi started breathing harder and reached up to rub along that thick meat, teasing the head of the mog's cock and squeezing his pecs around it. Lini's shaft was splattering pre all over his body, the gaping slit gushing clear fluid all over him.

Gradually, Lini pulled further back, grinding his shaft along Tachi's muscle gut. The throbbing shaft and bulging underside of Lini's dick rubbed along the ridges of Tachi's bulged out abs, and the veins popping along it grooved into the crevices. But soon, his shaft pressed along Tachi's speedo. The three foot long black cock of the wolf was bulging it outward, and his barrel-like balls were spilling out of the sides. However, the blue speedo was soon torn off, as Lini slid his cock between the wolf's rump and slammed his throbbing dick into his backdoor.

With his grip still on Tachi's ankles, Lini began thrusting powerfully into the wolf's ass. Tachi gasped out, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as the muscular Moogle railed him.

"Fuck...!" Tachi gasped, "You're...really on today!"

"Yeah," Lini grunted, shoving foot after foot of his penis into Tachi, "I've got...so much cum in my nuts to unload!"

Tachi's wide rump was spread apart even wider. Lini was soon leaning over his body, pressing his massive pecs over Tachi's body. The wolf groaned, feeling the shape of Lini's cock bulging out his belly and pushing into his pecs. His legs flexed and he wrapped them around Lini's hips, helping to pull him forward as he fucked him. He then reached up and pressed his face into the white fur of Lini's pecs. He gripped up, grabbing the mog's nipples and squeezed at them, feeling them bulge and grow in his grip. His fingers were spreading apart, even as he slid his thumb into the nub and he rubbed along Lini's pecs.

Tachi could even feel those nubs start pulling on his hands and thumbs, trying to work them into his pecs. He huffed out, knowing that once that cock of the mog was out of him, he'd likely be sliding right into it next. He could feel Lini's hunger growing, even as he was fucking him, and then felt both of his hands slip into the middle hole of the mog's nubs. They were spreading and pulling him upward, engulfing both of his hands into the mogs pecs.

Lini then leaned over and pulled Tachi's head out from his pecs and gave the wolf a deep, sloppy kiss. His mouth locked with the wolf's muzzle, saliva dripping onto the grey timberwolf's fur as Lini's tongue invaded his mouth. Tachi gasped as another powerful thrust forced its way into his body, now feeling his own chest bulge with the hyper shaft of the mog. But Lini kept the kiss going, and slurped over more of Tachi's face, before he suddenly opened his maw wide and engulfed Tachi's entire head in his mouth.

The wolf panted, his head completely inside the shortstack predator, his arms slipping further into the mog's pecs, his thick forearms and biceps bulging out the mog's nipples as he flexed, and Lini's cock feeling like it would spear him all the way through at any moment. He was breathing hard, kissing at the thick tongue that was slurping around his face, and his eyes gazing down the back of that rippling throat.

Lini's massive nuts were slamming hard into Tachi's thighs, hitting his own sac and rump as the pace was picking up. Eventually, Lini let go of Tachi's head, further soaked in the mog's fluids and his tongue lapped along the face of the wolf. He then arched his back, pulling the wolf's arms free from his nipples and thrust in hard once more.

"Fuck... Lini!" Tachi gasped, his breath getting short as he felt Lini's shaft go into his throat, and pre started to leak onto the back of his own tongue. He began gulping and swallowing, keeping it down in his own belly as his whole form was shaking on the beach towel.

The deep voice of the muscular moogle echoed across the beach as he slammed in again, shaking Tachi's entire body and then his dick erupted. Gallons of hot white spunk began to pump out of his shaft. He could feel Lini's dick bulge and further stretch out his ass from the sheer force of it. The hyper arousal pumping hard into his throat, chest, and belly. His entire body began to bloat out as Lini unloaded his previous catches into his friend, and cum began to leak out of the sides of Tachi's mouth. The constant ripples of the mog shaft rumbled along his rump as his guts were painted a thick and creamy white, while Lini orgasmed for ten solid minutes into him.

Both men were panting now, but Lini was still rock hard inside the wolf. Tachi's own dick was throbbing hard, pre leaking down his black shaft before Lini slowly began to pull free.

"Fuck..." Lini said, "Fucking you always gets me hungry...."

"Mmmphhh..." Tachi gasped, cum leaking out of his mouth. His pecs and stomach were bloated out, every move he made was making them slosh. He could feel his skin and muscles straining and stretched, and even his hair and fur seemed further apart. "You...almost popped me." Tachi finished.

"Would have been a waste.... If I did." Lini said, grinning at the bloated timberwolf.

"Are you...gonna put me in your balls now?" The wolf asked, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away from being devoured by the Moogle.

"Mmmm...nah, I just emptied my nuts." Lini said, "I've got something better in mind."

While his cock was still inside Tachi's ass, his rod flexed outward, further bloating the wolf. But he then flared it upward and hoisted Tachi up, pressing the wolf's face to his pecs. Tachi huffed, once more breathing in the sweat and musk coming off of the white and blue fur that was in his face. Tachi's face and muzzle were soon pressed between the thick mounds of the moogle, and they began wobbling and pulsing over Tachi's face as he humped him upward.

Lini tensed and flexed his huge mounds over the wolf's head. Veins popped along his chest, his heart pounded loud enough for the wolf to hear it, even though he was engulfed in meat, and from Lini's nipples to his shoulders, he strained and began flexing and pulling Tachi further into his pecs.

The mounds gripped and tugged on the wolf. Tachi was swallowed down inch by inch into Lini's beefy chest. His head was easily swallowed by Lini's pecs, and each pressing squeeze, each bulging flex, chewed down Tachi further. The lewd sounds of his muscles grinding over the beefy wolf filled the beach air and consumed Tachi all the more.

His own shoulders and pecs were soon being devoured by the larger set. Tachi's fat black cock soon erupted, cumming hard over Lini's own shaft and abs. The Moogle moaned out, his deep voice vibrating along Tachi's body as he sucked him in, his pecs devouring the wolf right off of his cock.

They didn't seem to relax at all, and the white furred mounds kept flexing and flaring, working the wolf deeper inside him. Lini then gripped on Tachi's ass and pulled him off of his cock, and further pressed him deeper into his body. As Tachi's pecs were consumed, the wolf's arms were pinned to his side, and Lini began working over his large, domed out belly. Each powerful squeeze of his muscles pressed out some of the excess cum out of the wolf's ass, making it leak out of his backside. Tachi clenched his tailhole, not wanting a drop more to escape as he kicked his legs in the air as he slipped deeper.

The Moogle's pecs almost engulfed his own head with his beef as his chest devoured the wolf's belly. The thick black cock and heavy balls of Tachi were next to go, slipping into the hairy, furry crevice. Ripple after ripple brought Tachi into Lini's pecs, and those thick mounds bobbed and bounced as the massive wolf was brought in.

Soon, just the legs of Tachi were sticking out of Lini's pecs. The tip of the wolf's cock and his thick round nuts were spreading his chest apart, but a quick press together soon sucked them completely in. The mog rubbed along the beefy legs of his prey, teasing the feet and toes of Tachi, and then he arched his back and clenched hard. Tachi's feet and legs slipped into the crevice, his toes curled once, and then vanished between his mounds.

Lini's chest was bulged out, the shape of the wolf spreading his meaty mounds as he squirmed. He pressed out every so often, but the powerful muscles of Lini pressed, squeezed, and chewed him down. Tachi was a big pec meal after all, and for right now, Lini couldn't reach around his own chest with how much bulk the wolf had added to them. However, even with most of it focused along his pecs, once the wolf digested, he would spread throughout his body.

The rippling wobbling pecs of the mog shook as Tachi squirmed about inside. Slowly but surely, he was being diminished. His body faded out, being absorbed into the Moogle. The blue-haired mog's pecs began rippling as they absorbed much of the mass, and the surge of growth and power flowed through him. His shoulders began to broaden and his arms and biceps bulged out with more powerful muscles. His back grew more defined, the small purple wings getting stronger as well.

Even Lini's pom was getting larger, and the stalk it was on getting thicker as he clenched his teeth. His body bloated out with more muscle, his firm abs getting tighter and his sides and lat muscles getting more defined. His bones popped and his body grew, his legs grew thicker and wider, and his massive groin grew larger as well. Lini's nuts smashed into the blanket on the ground and his hyper arousal strained as it was growing thicker and veinier.

Another surge of power rocked his body and his nuts contracted, expelling the rest of the cum that was in his sac. The pure power of Tachi erupted out of him, creating an even more powerful orgasm that painted the sands of the beach and the nearby rocks. Pump after pump of hot gooey cream erupted out of his thick dick, the last vestige of Tachi's might and power flowing through him.

Lini huffed as his cock unloaded, rubbing his pecs as he felt the movemtents inside there completely die down as the wolf was absorbed. His chin rubbed along the thick and furry mounds and he teased his own nipples as his chest involuntarily flexed again.

"All mine now." Lini said, before setting up Tachi's beach chair again and taking over his spot on the beach. He sighed once and grabbed some of the drinks out of the wolf's cooler, relaxing with Tachi now part of him, a thick streak of blonde fur now mixed in with his blue pec fuzz.

(Day 27: Shortstack)