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Eleanor sent you a message on FurFinder!

Finally! It was such slim pickings on that website sometimes. He just wanted to fuck. What was wrong with that? It wasn't even one of the women he'd messaged getting back to him. It was someone else. He wasn't used to getting approached first. There wasn't much to tell from the little thumbnail of her photo, so he just went ahead and clicked on the message, which meant she would know he'd seen it.

I like your profile.

Not even a smiley face after it. Guess that came with being twice his age. He wasn't sure if he should even bother clicking, given he wasn't really looking for an older lady, but sure, whatever. He'd check hers out. His profile said he was looking for anyone "18-99" anyway. One tap, and he was loading up her photos and holy shit. That was a big damn cow. Her outfits weren't hiding anything either. No clothing could, with a rack like that. He imagined she must have had a gorgeous ass too given the size of her hips, but there were no back shots for him to check out. What could such a huge, hot milf want with him anyway? He was starting to feel like he was way out of his league. A heavy blush was already coming over him. Also, he was getting a boner. She was more woman than he had ever seen. Could he even keep up with her? Well, if she wanted him, he wasn't going to say no. He got to tapping a message back to her.

What part do you like most? ;)

Maybe it was time for a dick pic. When wasn't it? Slade had a pretty good one to show off, and what else was a dating site even for? Except, this time, he was actually hesitant. He'd never flirted with someone so much older than him before, for one. That, and he just had this pounding, thumping feeling of something when he looked at her pictures. More than just the usual horniness, anyway. She was big. She was thick. And in all those photos, she was looking right at the camera as if she could see him through the screen. In short, he was a little intimidated. They weren't even from the same walk of life, or generation. But what sort of hyena was he if he was going to let himself get all freaked out by a big cow?

Show me more.

That didn't exactly answer his question, but it sure sounded like permission to show off. Even if it was a little forward of her. Hey, coming on too strong was his job! He was still a little sweaty after coming back from the gym, but he was tenting his shorts just talking to her, admiring those enormous curves, those tits all wrapped up snug in that sundress. God, she was so much. Of course he was ready to comply. Quickly yanking those shorts down, he stood up tall with his fat black dick in one hand, mostly but not completely hard yet, tugged his top up so he could clench it in his teeth and show off those nicely sculpted abs, and took his best selfie. Sure, he was a bit lean all around, still kinda lanky even in his early 20s, but he was a good-looking hyena. He knew that much. One tap and he sent it off, and waited for her response.

Very good.

That was it? Well, not a bad reaction, he supposed, but that was a prime pic right there. Maybe he was just going to -

Eleanor sent a photo.

Oh. Oh. Somehow she looked even bigger naked. He was glad she couldn't see him then, gawking at the display. Rotating his phone to a few different angles, he made sure he was seeing right. Could she really be that big, that soft, that shapely? It was hard to really get a sense of her scale, given she took up the entire frame of that nude photo, but his body knew what it wanted. He went from curiously horny to desperately, achingly hard. God, he could have just rubbed one out right there in the bathroom, clutching his dick, squeezing it, smearing precum all over his fingers. A little hyena snicker of excitement escaped him as he squirmed there, standing in front of the mirror, watching himself puffing with desire. Then there came another little buzz. She didn't even wait for him to send a response, typing up one of her own already.

When can I come by?

She was certainly presuming a lot, and she was also presuming completely correctly. He was more than ready to have her over. Just thinking about having that cow all to himself was making him stroke his dick, spreading that precum all over it, bringing out some musk. He was going to have to shower first if he was going to be remotely presentable, but he wanted her now. Not to mention there was another problem. He wanted her all to himself, but he wasn't the only one sitting around in that apartment. Duff, his roommate, was currently sitting on the couch, playing video games in his underwear. Girls always said the short-horned black goat was cute and all but he got the feeling Eleanor was going to want some privacy.

Maybe in a bit? Roommate's here tho..

Good.

What exactly did she mean by that? Like if she went ahead and just said "that's fine" or whatever, he wouldn't have thought twice about it, but ... fuck it, if she wanted two guys, she was going to get it. He'd about do anything for some time with her, even if it meant he had to share. Wouldn't be the first chick they gangbanged, but definitely the biggest one. Fuck it, he was turning the water on, because he wanted to be ready as soon as possible. The shock of cold was enough to douse some of the desperation, leaving him just idly horny while he tapped out his address under the refreshing stream. His boner never really went away the whole time, but at least it wasn't aching as much. He had to wonder what Duff would think of the whole thing. Maybe he should have at least warned him first, but it was too late for that. The cow knew where he lived.

Oh, that's close by. I won't be long.

She was coming. That was enough to make his heart pound away in his chest, distracting him to the point he didn't even notice at first that the shower had gone from cold to freezing. Leaping out with a whoop, he finally had the sense to add some hot to the mix. Then it was a matter of getting scrubbed and fresh, smelling extra nice. He wondered if he should have been telling Duff to shower off, or put on something nice at least, but whatever. He'd let that goat do his own thing. Groping for a towel once he was clean, he shook his naked spots off and got dry, checking his phone once more. No more messages. She didn't give him an actual time, so he had no idea how long he was going to be sitting around and waiting. Just soon. Good enough for him. Presuming she was actually real, anyway. It all seemed a little too good to be true. Maybe she wouldn't even show up, or maybe she'd turn out to -

Ding dong.

He barely even bothered with clothes, just throwing on a pair of boxers as he dashed out into the living room. Duff looked up from the TV, that goat just lazing there with a beer, playing a round of some shooty thing. That was all the acknowledgement he gave, getting right back to his match with no regard for a possible visitor. At least until Slade actually opened the door. That made him glance up, glance again, and then just sit there with his eyes wide and his legs gone stiff like he was one of those fainting goats. And yeah, then there came the boner, growing fast as he scanned up and down the shape of the matronly bovine figure that filled out the entire doorway. She was even bigger than the photos implied. Slade was frozen too, his jaw agape, his eyes wide, until he finally got a hold of his facial features and formed them into a great big lusty grin, swishing his tail a few times. Duff was soon up on his feet, discarding his headset and controller, ignoring the shouting coming from the former in order to properly take in the great big cow who'd shown up so unexpectedly.

"Hi boys. I'm Eleanor," she said. Her voice was calm enough, but there was still something there that made them both stand at attention. In more ways than one.

"Uh, buh, I mean, like ..."

"That's my dumbass roommate Duff, don't mind him," Slade said. "Um. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. You don't mind if I come in, do you?"

"Nope. Come right in. Watch the, uh - well, I'm sure you know."

She ducked her way through the doorway, dipping her head down a good ways just to avoid scraping her horns along the frame, and came clomping into that distinctly college-age apartment. It wasn't the tidiest, nor the most spacious, but they had a big couch in front of their entertainment setup, and that would do nicely. She scanned from one of the boys to the other, both of them just there in their underwear, one of them freshly showered, the other clean enough, both of them blatantly horny already, and offered them another gentle smile. Then she nodded to that broad couch.

"Feel free to sit down."

She didn't ask for a seat, herself. Instead she just loomed there, standing tall while Slade shuffled over to join the goat. Together, they plopped down in front of her while she strode slowly to shadow them, clomp clomp clomp. She was wearing a nice, hip-hugging dress, and they got to see it snugly wrapped around her tits and curves when she crouched in front of them, squatting that hefty form down with no apparent effort. She might have been massive, room-shaking really, but she was by no means slow or clumsy. She was in control. Duff hadn't even said anything yet. He was just staring in utter awe that all his dreams were coming true at once. Running her hands along their thighs in turn, gently stroking while they twitched and bulged their boxes up with some impressive tents. When she spoke again it was to ask a question.

"You don't mind if your dicks touch a little, do you?"

"Uh ..." Slade began, turning his attention to his roommate.

"I mean, like ..." the goat continued.

"I think it's, you know, whatever ..."

"Not that we ..."

They held that gaze for maybe just a little too long, occasionally letting their eyes stray to each other's dicks. Maybe they never had before, but they had definitely thought about it, mutually. That much was obvious in their body language. Eleanor didn't bother to analyze them further. She pulled her dress down enough to show off her huge, bare tits, then tugged at their underwear and dragged it off of them. Soon she had two horny young college bros sitting there grinning at her, throbbing, even dripping a little. Slade's dick was bigger, but Duff had some nice girth. The hyena was probably used to getting priority, so she went ahead and licked the goat's balls first, dragging that great broad bovine tongue along Duff's nuts, then up the spire of his shaft, finally flicking off against the tip, catching a little taste of his pre. He was left scrambling in his seat, giving a little bleat that made her smile as she swapped over to the other roommate. The hyena had his own unique taste, warm and boyish, if not exactly masculine. She gave his shaft a good slathering, drooling over it a little, leaving it with a nice shiny sheen to compliment the glossy shade of black. Then back to the other.

"Ohhh, god, where did you find - ahhhh!" Duff began, but he was quickly interrupted when those strong lips wrapped snug around his dick.

Eleanor sucked her way down to the very bottom in a single motion, letting his balls plap up against the underside of her chin. She just held that position for a while, almost a full minute ticking by with her lips around his cock, letting him twitch there in her mouth, resting on her tongue. At first he held fast, but after fifteen seconds he was squirming. A little more, and he was shaking, bucking a little, giving some huffs and groans while he urged that dick towards the back of her throat. It didn't bother her. She didn't flinch, simply swallowing the juices he spurted for her, thin but flavourful, letting him listen to the sound of her throat working them down. Only then did she give him a few sucks, deep, full schlurks of drooly slides up and down her tongue, pressing her nose into his crotch and grinding it there a little before sliding back again. He was left crying out, sounding like he was panicking for all the noise he was making, all those little goat sounds mixed in with regular moaning. Once she had him nearly paralyzed with delight, she took him by the hips and scooted him a little closer to his roommate, pulling off for just a moment to stroke them both with one meaty hand each.

They were like puppets to her every tug, jerking and jolting about, their arms at their sides, simply letting her do whatever she wanted to them. She huffed over Slade's dick a few times, just blowing hot air over his slick inches before engulfing them in a single suck. Then, it was time to lean over and wrap her lips around Duff's as well. That involved squishing the two of them together, and leaving them grinding on each other's cock without any sort of complaint. Slade's hands slowly drifted upwards, just hovering for a time, groping the air, until he found purchase on one of her horns. He was tentative to really grip them until he was sure she didn't mind, and when Duff saw that he followed suit. Soon she had two cute boys clinging to her, making a whole assortment of noises while she sucked both their dicks at the same time. They were practically sitting in each other's laps, their cocks were rubbing on one another's just as much as they were her tongue, her lips, the inside of her cheeks, but they didn't fuss about it. Not when the sucking was that good.

Eleanor bobbed up and down on those boys' dicks until those two handsome young men were practically hugging each other. They ended up tugging hard on her horns, which neither bothered nor interrupted her. She carried on in focused silence as she schlurked and schlucked her way up and down those two spires, feeling them alternating in their twitching, each of them getting closer and closer to a peak all at the same time. A good working of that tongue of hers, some broad slurps at the base of their shafts, or slipping over her lower lip to toy with their balls, kept them both brimming, taut, heated with the need to release as they clung to her, enraptured by her gifts, by her talents. Such fine slurps and sucks made them go off nearly at the exact same time. The hyena was left scrambling on the couch, pulling his legs right up and digging his paws into the cushions. The goat just stuck his legs straight out, even if it meant squishing one hoof into the cow's breast. Neither of them were in control of their own bodies during those hot, climactic moments. She was.

They made some delightful whoops and bleats while they came for her, shooting their cum right down her throat. She swallowed it quietly, slowly working her way back up their inches until she popped off those two twitching shafts in turn. They were still going off, still shooting thick ropes of jizz to splash across her smiling face. Raising up a little, she held them by the cocks so they could cum on her tits, leaving a satisfying splatter of fresh seed clinging to those massive bovine breasts. Then it was simply a matter of licking her lips, pushing them to the sides of the couch, and climbing up to join them while they puffed and groaned. She put one arm each around them and pulled them close, groping here and there. Duff soon had his head resting against her right tit, and after some slight hesitation, Slade had his hands all over the other. She gave him a slow nod just to ensure he had her full permission to touch and grope all he liked. That was a privilege he took full advantage of once he had his bearings back. Rubbing, squeezing, massaging at her fine breasts, he sat there in awe of just how big they both were. Duff meanwhile had ideas of his own, slowly slipping his head around so he could lay his lips against one of her teats, and the cow palm on the back of his head encouraged him to go for it, to latch on and start sucking. It wasn't long before he was drinking a warm load of milk right from the source. He gulped it down without so much as stopping to breathe.

"You are some good boys. I'm glad you invited me over."

After pulling them away a moment so she could fully remove her dress, she pulled them close again. That had her squishing them to her gut, letting them grope and explore as much of her body as they liked. In return, she touched them wherever she desired, gripping about their lean but athletic bodies. They were a pair who took good care of themselves, for the most part, though she caught a little pudge amid the muscle here and there. That was what college always did to handsome boys. Being able to get pizza anytime they liked packed on the pounds. But that didn't make her seem any less interested in exploring their forms, playing with their asses, squeezing those cheeks, cupping their balls, making them gasp and even giggle a little as she played with them. The latter were mostly from Slade, though Duff was making some breathy, overwhelmed sounds of his own, including the occasional muffled bleat. Eleanor's gaze moved from one of them to the other, scanning them up and down in turn, silently considering something that she didn't make immediately clear. Eventually she made up her mind.

Without a word, she took the goat by both hips and pulled him up into her lap. They faced each other for a time, and then a soft surging had him squished up between her breasts. That meant smearing some of his own cum across his face - and some of his roommate's too, but he didn't seem to mind. Not by the way he rubbed his head back and forth in her cleavage, getting the absolute most out his once-in-a-lifetime experience of getting smothered in the biggest tits he'd ever seen. Soon he was smooching, and licking too, indulging himself in the light layer of sweat clinging to her cowhide, tasting her, worshipping her, caught up in the awe of simply being with so much woman. She clutched him there and held on tight for a while, only prying him from her bosom when he'd been smooshed there long enough to need some air. That left him gasping in her face as they locked eyes, sharing in each other's breath, looking as if they were having some sort of wordless conversation for a few long seconds before they went in for a smooch.

Slade watched them from the side, still cuddled up against the cow's flank, lightly humping her hip. She might have sucked him dry, but he was hardly any less horny. Her soft form, her warmth, her scent, it all made him stay closer to her, touching her, admiring everything he could lay his hands on. He was so used to being in control when it came to sex stuff. Most of the girls he was with just laid around while he did everything. A woman who knew what she was doing, knew what she wanted, that was all new to him. He watched as they locked lips, gently at first, but quickly descending into a deep, slopping makeout session. Duff ended up swallowing her tongue, sucking on that broad slurper a while until she drew it back and slipped it beneath his chin, tilting his head straight back a little. She sucked on him right back, slipping her lips about his muzzle, giving that same slurping treatment to his face as she had his cock. Slade wasn't sure when it stopped being a kiss and instead something else, but he knew what was happening was undeniable.

A slip, a lick, a nibble along his muzzle. She opened up wide, and then a little wider, a little more than was natural, revealing to Duff those flat teeth, her outstretched tongue glistening under the light, the peristaltic pulses of her open gullet. And then she enveloped him, nomphing her way over his whole head, skimming across those short, flat horns of his, stuffing him into her mouth and pointing him directly towards the back of her throat. She clutched his ass, held him tight, and shoved him inwards firmly, but gradually. To Slade, it was somehow both a slow and rapid process, inching along over the goat's shoulders, drooling down his chest, nibbling on every little detail, yet devouring him so swiftly he could hardly believe it. Duff was soon inside her throat, getting massaged by those muscles, squished and squeezed by those slimy gulps as she fed him into her body. Another push, another swallow, and he was in past his shoulders, the wider part of him squishing into her throat without any apparent strain on her part. She took him by the arms and pinned them to his sides, and he didn't offer any sort of resistance but for a few stray squirms. It seemed he was every bit as transfixed as Slade was.

The hyena knew he should have been repulsed, should have pulled away or told her to stop it, but he never lost his hard-on. There was some deep part of him that wanted to see what would happen if she kept going. Would she really swallow all of him? And then what? Trying to picture it just made his head spin, so instead, he just held onto her, pressed against her, rubbing his hard cock on her hip while she ate his roommate right in front of him. His heart was pounding, and there was at least some light sense of fear to see what was happening, but it wasn't enough to make him pull away. Neither fight nor flight, he simply remained a statue but for those idle thrusts, paying tribute to her massive body with every little plap while she gobbled that goat like it was the easiest thing in the world. Now and then he heard her make a little mmmm that came muffled around Duff's form, a heavy sigh of pleasure while she rubbed that taste into her tongue, and that was what made him truly shiver. He shouldn't have been so surprised, but it made it more intense to watch when he knew she was enjoying it.

She tipped her head this way and that, angling to help him slip inside her, making some heavy slurping sounds in the process. His flavour was something she made sure to get the most of, slathering him up with her tongue on the way in, squeezing down with her lips, milking him for his taste before feeding him into the pythonic embrace of her throat. It clutched him tight, dragged him inwards, made it ever so easy to keep eating him. She hardly even had to push. There was no force, no aggression to her movements. She was simply having a meal, and he happened to be who she was eating. He was nearly half gone by then. She ran her tongue down his belly and smeared down his dark fur, and still the hyena watched on without so much as clearing his throat, lest he interrupt her. Slade didn't even think cows ate meat, nevermind people. But maybe he should have expected it. Nobody got that big without a considerable appetite.

Getting that goat's cock in her mouth meant laying it right over her tongue, framing his hips between her lips, holding him there a while. It was the perfect position to tease him. She held onto his thighs to keep him from kicking too much, licking up and down his shaft while she sucked on the whole top half of his body. That was enough to make him stiff, make him throb, make his balls tighten up and pulse with the pleasure coursing through his veins. He was in danger, certainly, smothered in the confines of her constricting throat, but he couldn't deny what felt good. His body bucked without his consent, the sensations taking over, making him bleat inside her body while she licked him to a peak. There was no holding back, no resisting the climax she slurped out of him. Being caught up in a hot and humid prison only made it more intense, made him erupt harder, hotter, thicker than before. Slade watched that goat squirming, the bulging outline of his form wriggling in the cow's neck, and then going rigid all over while he shot his load all over his own belly. It smeared across his chest, it trickled down over his face, it slipped down towards the cow's sloshing gut where he was going. She was already rumbling for him. Her hunger resonated through her every action, through every firm shove, every gulp, every nibble she took. As Slade watched, he held onto one last faint hope that it was all a game, all a kinky thing to do to get someone off, but that was dashed when she continued devouring him. She didn't even let him finish cumming before she was swallowing the rest of her meal.

Once she got past his hips, he went fast. Just a flip of her head, and she could finish him off with her eyes closed in silent bliss, puffing through her nose as his thighs, his calves, his wiggly hooves descended straight down into the tunnel that awaited him. Slade watched the faintly outlined shape of his roommate slip into Eleanor's great form, and then vanish behind her tits, showing up again only as a slight wobble and swell in her gut. There was no more sign of him but for the extra heft of her middle. She was too fat to show an outline. He watched her belly jiggle with the impact of her prey, and then that was it. The goat was gone from the outside world, and he hadn't done a thing to stop her. Instead, he was one stroke away from cumming, his mind left dazed by the show, but his cock still engorged, still solid and wanting more. She turned to him and met his eyes, leaving him wondering if she could possibly fit a second person inside her at the same time. Instead, she parted her lips and let out a heavy belch that blasted rich and hot in his face, flapping his perked ears, hitting him with the unmistakable scent of the goat lingering there on her breath. When the silence fell after that, he could hear the gurgling treatment she was giving him. He tried not to picture what it might have looked like.

When she spoke, it was without any particular change in tone from before.

"You have a bedroom?"

Slade felt like he blinked a hundred times before replying.

"Um. Yeah. Over there."

"Well? Show me."

When she rose, it sloshed her belly about noisily, and every single step produced another slushy sound. He didn't hesitate to lead the way. His eyes were open wide, as if in a trance, but through it all, he was horny as hell, and he had a big, naked cow to pleasure. He pushed open the door and kicked aside a discarded pair of pants on the way to the bed. She glanced around and followed, moving to the edge of his bed, then past him so she could stretch out on her side. That was a nice comfy position with a gut like that, that shape bulging out and wobbling some, though it was mostly taut. She nodded to him, and he slipped into the sagging bed behind her, running his hands down her sides, squeezing her, stroking her, gripping her tight. Her tufted tail flicked up in his face and he pressed as close to her as he could. He could hardly believe just how hefty she was. She probably could have rolled over and crushed him, especially with all that extra weight. But he wanted to fuck that fat cow, and she was ready to let him.

"Go on. I know what you want. Pleasure me while I digest my dinner."

Hearing that made him bite his lip, but it wasn't exactly because he didn't like what she said. It just hit him, in a certain way. His dick was still hard. He could feel the warmth coming from her cunt. She was horny too. She wanted him. Fuck it. He couldn't even tell if Duff was still moving in there or not. The heavy grumbles and gworgles drowned out any sound he might have been trying to make. There couldn't have been much air in there. But he tried not to think about it too much, at least. Instead, he took that thick fucking cow by the hips and just went ahead and penetrated that squishy-soft pussy, sinking deep inside her, bottoming out without so much as a snort of complaint from the enormous bovine. She huffed lightly once he started moving, showing some impressive inner muscles, milking and kneading his sleek black inches while he pumped in and out of her. He had no idea how exactly to pleasure someone so big, so he was just going to do whatever felt good. That meant throwing his hips back and forth, tentatively at first, then faster, harder, deeper. He didn't have to be careful with her. She was unbreakable, at least as far as he was concerned. Soon that fat cow had a huffing, faintly whooping hyena boy fucking her as hard as he could, shaking the squeaking bed with every plap of his taut balls against her ass.

"Mmhm. Keep that up. Harder."

He was already slamming against her body, barely in control of her hips. Something primal came over him, finally getting the chance to fuck someone with all his desire, all his strength. Yet it still wasn't enough to make her moan, not yet at least. He did his best, putting that muscle to humping, grinding, thrusting as deep and hard as he could. His pace became manic, out of control. He was huffing, gasping, even whimpering when she clamped down especially hard. God, for such a big lady, she got so tight when she squeezed around him. He was putting out so much precum that his strokes were squelching, trickling a glistening mess down one of her asscheeks while he rammed into her. Eventually he got a few grunts from her. Not quite a moo, but it was going to have to do. He probably wasn't going to make her cum, but he could get off, at least. Wrapping his arms around her as much as he could, he ended up groping at her gut while trying to get a better grip. That was enough to let him feel a sudden jolt, a shift in the contents. He didn't know if it was a kick, or just a clench of that churning stomach, but either way, it startled him. And made him cum.

That little shock, that jolt to his heart through off his whole rhythm and broke his willpower all at once. He was left shrieking out some sort of strange hyena sound while he plunged forth, smacking into her heavy ass while his balls twitched and pumped, churning up a fat load for her. Maybe he wasn't ready, maybe it was too early. It didn't matter. His body wasn't stopping for anything, even it was a little embarrassing going off so hard after just a minute or so of sex. She milked him dry, squeezing down hard while he went off, making him shoot rope after rope of thick hot hyena cum. One, two, three, he just kept going. He lost count. Maybe a dozen times. He felt like he was giving her absolutely everything, every drop of jizz he could possibly churn up, prolonging that orgasm, maybe blending into a second one. It wasn't just that she felt good around his dick, though she was tight, hot, wet, perfect. The image of the goat inside her belly just kept running through his mind. He was thinking about him all curled up in there, picturing the cow's gut kneading all over his slathered body - and that was what really kept him going, what drained him of everything he could give until he was numb and twitching inside Eleanor, dry-firing until he couldn't even feel her anymore.

She lightly sighed and nodded once he was done and collapsed against her back.

"Mmmm.That will do."

Slade couldn't even catch his breath to reply. He was sweating, shaking, groaning a little. When she squeezed down on his cock again, he yelped, pulling back reflexively and finding himself trapped inside her for just that one moment. It was enough to leave him completely overstimulated, yanking himself out with a clench of his teeth, slipping free of her sopping, splattered sex and leaving the excess hyena seed running from those soft folds. He was still holding on tight to her, not knowing what else to do with his hands, though he thought twice about that when she started to roll over. If he didn't want to end up some sort of spotted paste, he had to move out of the way and give her the room to maneuver. That soon had them face to face, and she took him in her arms, pulling him his face to her breasts, pressing his softened cock right against her prey-swollen gut. He couldn't feel Duff in there, not through all the layers, but nonetheless he wondered if the goat could tell he was rubbing on him If he was even conscious anymore. A little flush of heated guilt hit Slade's cheeks, making them red beneath his fur, but he didn't try to squirm away. Not when he had that much cow to cuddle to sleep. She spoke softly after a broad yawn.

"I'll be staying here tonight. I need to sleep off my meal. Here."

She took him by the wrists and directed his hands to her belly, letting him feel the pulses and swells of her active digestive process. There was still plenty of weight in there, plenty of meat, but he wasn't moving. Not that Slade could tell, anyway. There was no getting him back anymore. He was going to get completely digested and just vanish. Slade tried to wrap his head around it. That goat was gone. Even if he was still there, right in front of him, separated from his touches by nothing more than cow fat. He found himself stroking, squeezing, admiring that hefty belly, and even after a complete draining like that his cock still gave a few little twitches. Those were enough to make him flinch. Not yet. He was still too sensitive to even consider fucking her any more. Instead, he was just going to have to content himself with touching her, snuggling up close, sharing in her body heat. After a romp like that, he might have normally gone for another shower before bed, but he could sense he wasn't going anywhere for a while. Eleanor pulled him a little closer, squishing his head into her tits, slowly directing his lips to one of her nipples.

"All that food is going to make for a nice fresh load of milk. Here. Have a drink."

He did as he was told. Latching on, he gave a firm suck, and was quickly rewarded with a warm mouthful of her sweet milk. It was better than the regular stuff. Fresh, warm, and so very very filling once he started chugging it down, it satisfied him in every way. He closed his eyes and pressed close, feeling her stomach rumbling against him, listening to the persistent sloshes that came with slowly liquefying his roommate. She was a machine, processing all that meat with such ease. There were no groans, no complaints from inside her. She was built for this. And he guzzled from her, idly pondering just how many people she'd digested to help make all that milk. He knew for certain that Duff wasn't the first person she'd ever eaten. Not when she'd done it with such ease and confidence. He would have kept sucking, kept chugging down every single drop she gave him even if it meant swelling with it, but she pulled him away in time. Her gentle touch directed his muzzle to her lips, and for a moment his heart gave a flutter, thinking he was about to take a dive down her throat to join the goat. But it was just a kiss.

They locked lips and exchanged tongues a while, drooling into each other's mouths, sucking, slurping, smacking. Eventually, something brewed up hot and heavy from inside her, and she didn't break from the kiss to project it outwards. Instead, she put a hand on the back of his head and kept him in place so she could belch right down his throat. He could taste it. There was still a little goat on her breath, and he swallowed it all down. The heat swelled through his body, filled his lungs, overwhelmed his senses, and made him gasp for air once that volcanic URRRP finished. Eleanor pulled away from that kiss and drew a lick across his face, slathering him in saliva, leaving his fur all smeared and matted. Then she patted him on the back and relaxed her embrace.

"You're a good boy. But now it's time for me to sleep. You can stroke my belly a little longer, if you like."

Of course he liked. He couldn't take his hands off that swell of fat and prey that gurgled so very musically. Now and then there was an exclamation point of a particularly heavy GLORP that made his heart jump yet again, but in time, he managed to relax. His mind was overwhelmed. He needed some rest, but first, he couldn't help but let the thoughts race through his mind. Just what exactly had he got himself into? He knew he felt something when he first sent her his address. There was something about that moment that felt heavier than it should have been. Now he knew why. He wondered if this first date meant they were a thing now. Just where did a relationship with a huge, hungry cow end up, anyway? Was he going to keep feeding her other friends of his, just to watch her swallow them? Some part of him liked that idea, even if it was going a little too far. Something told him she was going to drag him even deeper into depravity before she was done with him. And he didn't want to imagine what she'd do as soon as she was bored of him. He'd just have to keep her entertained. Maybe they could fuck longer next time. He'd show her what he could really do.

He wasn't sure when exactly he'd fallen asleep, but the shifting of her weight alerted him it was morning. She slowly rose and yawned, stretching her arms, rubbing her gut. He opened his eyes and took a good look at the naked cow standing by the side of his bed. She was fatter. Curvier. He could see the extra weight on her tits, her gut, her ass, her thighs. Such a smooth, even distribution of pudge from that digested goat. Her gut wasn't swollen anymore, but it was a little bigger. He had to wonder if she was totally done with him, if there was still some of him left inside her. Another rumble came from her gut when she rubbed at it, but this time, it was deeper than before. She huffed and then slowly turned to him, her naked body reflecting the sunlight coming through the partly-drawn curtains. When she spoke, he gave her his full attention.

"I'm going to go use your toilet and then take a shower. You can come too, if you want."

His eyes went wide again. Why would he want that? He was about to blurt out something to deny it, but instead, he found himself hesitant. Maybe just to see, just to sate that sudden pang of curiosity.

"Okay ..."

She didn't say anything more. Up she got, taking off from his room and down the hall, clonking all the way. That was probably going to earn him a complaint from his downstairs neighbours. Everything she did was big, and loud too. He heard her open the bathroom door, and that was when he got up. Still naked, showing off his half-mast morning wood, he followed along and found himself a spot leaning in the frame of the bathroom doorway. That was just in time to see her settle down on his toilet - a daunting test for the integrity of the porcelain. It wasn't built for someone like her, especially not someone like her who'd just slept off eating a whole person. She smiled at him as she saw him standing there. Something about that sly expression made him a little harder still. Three-quarters erect now. And he was only firming up more and more as he looked over her fattened body. Her words struck the final blow.

"Go ahead. Rub your dick."

With that, he was throbbing. He was never into that kind of thing before. It wasn't about what she was doing, exactly. It was more about what it meant. Duff was gone. He was a big, noisy dump for the fat cow. Soon, he was jerking off to the sight of that dirty act. She squeezed, she huffed, and she sent the digested goat down to the bowl below, filling it to the brim with thick, steaming logs before she hit the plunger and sent it all swirling down. That was just the first few chunks. There was so much more. A few dozen pounds of Duff's new form pushed from her, requiring repeated flushes just to keep up with the massive mess she was squeezing out. Her expression was mostly stoic through the whole thing, but now and then she shot him just a subtle smile that was enough to make his dick throb. He was rapidly stroking himself, fucking his fist in front of her. He didn't care anymore. It felt too good to stop getting off to the most forbidden pleasure he could possibly imagine. She wasn't even done yet before he was jolting forward, his knees briefly buckling as orgasm possessed him like a spirit. A whoop, a cackle, and one long groan, and he was cumming not just all over his own bathroom floor, but right on the cow poised on her throne. Some of it splashed over those great big milky tits, but most of it painted her big fat belly, leaving a mark, a mask of spunk splattered over that hefty swell, on the fat and padding that had once been his roommate Duff. He didn't mean to pay tribute like that, but it seemed fitting as far as those things went.

He was left panting, drooling even as he watched her finish off the rest of her dump. It was a long process, going through a dozen flushes at least, but eventually, it all went down. The heavy logs, the little flecks of bone, the traces of hair and fur left behind after the long trip through her intestines. Everything that was left of Duff was gone, and Slade had watched the entire process. He found himself idly wondering what he was going to do about the rent, but that was the kind of thing he could think about when he wasn't near-paralyzed by a mind-blowing orgasm he really shouldn't have been having. His cock didn't even get soft. He closed his eyes and just gasped for a while as Eleanor got up, cleansed, and gave one more good flush just to be sure. Somehow she hadn't utterly broken his toilet, and she didn't say a word as she washed her hands then stepped into his bathtub, turning on his shower. The faucet didn't reach any higher than her tits, but it was good enough to help her wash off the previous night's sex. She steamed there, humming to herself, while Slade recovered his senses. As soon as he opened his eyes again, he moved to join her.

She smiled over her shoulder as he squeezed in behind her. There wasn't much room left, but he didn't mind squishing close to her. She bumped her ass back into him and pinned him to the wall while she washed herself down, borrowing his soap and body wash. It was that smelly college boy kind of stuff, but she didn't have any other options. His toes were barely touching the bottom of the tub while she showered, keeping him mostly sheltered from the water with her bulk. Once she was satisfied with her cleanliness, she slowly turned around to face him, picking him up beneath the arms with hardly any effort. She held him close, giving him a look that felt like genuine affection. Maybe this wasn't just a one-time fling. If he was reading that look right, then maybe they were really going to stick together for a while, go on dates, snuggle on the couch, and fuck over and over. He could proudly show everyone his big, sexy older girlfriend who was hot for him and make them all jealous and he'd work hard to learn how to pleasure her properly. All his worries were unfounded and it was all going to be great, were his last few thoughts before all went blank in the face of his parting jaws. The abyss of her open maw and gullet silenced not just his voice, but his mind itself.

Eleanor hugged that cute hyena close as she shoved his face into her jaws. Slade felt the rush of heat and excitement wash over him once he was past her lips. He could feel her hunger, feel the rumbles of her stomach as she omphed her way over his whole head. She was drooling, sucking on him, licking, tasting, stealing away his flavour. There was no savouring him. She was having him for breakfast, and she was too hungry to waste time. Sucking, slurping, squelching all the spit around his features, she immersed him in the excess of saliva he helped her produce, swallowing it down along with the first few inches of his muzzle. Once he felt her throat constricting around him, kneading him tight, massaging him with those constricting walls, he knew he was gone. There was no getting out of that grip. He didn't test it anyway, squirming only a little, mostly still as a trance came over his entire body. Her hunger was the stuff of legends, and he was getting to experience it firsthand. As far as final moments went, they were some of the most exciting he could have possibly asked for. Her first gulp echoed through his skull, sending a tingle of pleasure through his spine. It wasn't that he wanted to get eaten, exactly. He just couldn't deny it felt incredible while it was happening.

She devoured her way down to his chest, squeezing some of the air out of his lungs with her hungry grip. Then his belly, his hips, enveloping him until she could cradle his cock on her tongue, just like she'd done to the goat. This time, she hardly even had to tease him. Just having him there, dick pointed right at the back of her throat, was enough to set him off. He snickered in her gullet, the sound muffled to nothing by all the fat between him and the outside world, and blasted off for his third sudden cumshot since meeting her. Part of him wished she'd give him one more chance just to prove he wasn't such a one-pump chump, but he knew he wasn't going to get one. The moment she tasted his cum, she continued her swallowing, glurking his hips and spotty ass inside her mouth, working up his thighs, pointing his feet towards the ceiling. They briefly bashed against it until gravity took over, leaving her to slurp the rest of her prey straight down and leave him packed away in her fat cow gut, listening to the gurgles closing in on his trapped form. There wasn't much air in there. The heat was overwhelming. The juices were already trickling over his fur. It wasn't going to take long.

He was supposed to be a predator, a carnivore, but she ate him too. He was going to get digested by a cow. She was going to wear him on her tits and turn him into milk, just like the goat before him. One visit, and she'd cleaned out that whole apartment. Two cute boys to turn to pudge. He faded with the thought of what she'd done to Duff in the end. That was going to happen to him too. His body was going to get mulched and she was going to shit him out, just like any other food. She rubbed her middle, squeezed, squished, bounced him out and down, and eventually she gave an explosive belch that would be his epitaph. No more goat, no more hyena. They were cow chow. She finished up her shower and borrowed one of his towels, jiggling him around as she made her way through his apartment to retrieve his clothes and carry him off into the hall, still churning, still softening, melting down minute by minute but with hours to go until he was fully processed. For all the noise her gut was making, anyone she might have passed on the street would have known full well she was currently digesting someone, but they weren't going to do anything about it. Nobody ever did.