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The difference in their natural size was never a problem for Bridgette and Irving.

Much to the contrary, they found it an enjoyable obstacle to overcome together, and the flexibility they shared in that regard continued to deepen as they continued to grow, as a couple.

"I'm not...s-sure...how much more of that I can take, babe..."

There were certain acts that would never get any easier for the two of them, of course: for someone like Bridgette, who prided herself on her ability to suppress her gag reflex, it was tough to accept that she'd probably never quite be able to work her lips all the way down to the base of his shaft...

...But she wasn't the one complaining about how much more of something she could take.

"Mmmm...mmmhm..."

She was raised better than to speak with her mouth full, and her lips were being stretched as wide as her face would allow, as far down as she'd gone on Irving's girthy tool. Just over halfway down and already struggling to take his cock any further into her throat, the young mouse was proving dedicated and eager at the very least, but there were certain limits that she simply couldn't overcome, thanks to her smaller frame.

They went as far as having her lean over the edge of the bed, with her head hanging back and her throat elongated to allow for a straight shot...but in the end, all that accomplished was creating an even tighter fit for Irving, while only granting another inch or two of depth.

It left her just short of reaching her goal, but the hot, slick confines, the tighter grip, and the literal outline of his length against the front of her neck was proving to be more than Irving could handle for long.

He was supposed to give her a little more warning than he had, but he was getting carried away, following right in line with her arousal and aggression.

Her paws, tiny and talented, reached around the backs of his thighs and tried to pull him in a little further, but her throat didn't budge. Claws ticked against his skin and pulled harder all the same, and the canine immediately leaned over, resting his paws on her tummy and holding her in place for the inevitable thrust that came with shifting positions...

...but he didn't stop thrusting, when he felt the unstoppable onset of his of climax.

"Oh...o-oh shit, babe...I'm...I t-think I'm gonna...c-cum..."

His voice was utterly disjointed as he tried _anything_to buy himself a little time, but even if he'd pulled back that instant, he knew it wouldn't have made a difference to whether he came or not.

It only would have been a matter of how much of the mess they were able to contain, and Bridgette was quite looking forward to swallowing his load and seeing if that would be enough to leave another bulge visible on her slender frame.

The rapid buck of the canine's hips near the top of her head, however, proved more than she could rightly contain, and Irving's quivering body refused to cooperate with the original plan.

"Mmmn?"

Her voice was all part of the experience: even when she was just making gargled noises around his shaft, she was stroking his ego...but she wasn't prepared for him to grab her body the way that he had, and the driving weight of his torso against her face was proving enough that finally, she was going to have a sore throat for her efforts.

She'd be the first to tell you that it was worth every ounce of effort that she put into it, but Irving wasn't able to hold out any longer.

"Fuck...f-fuck, Bridgette! I'm cumming!"

The declaration came a second after the first jolt of his seed leapt down her throat and straight into her gullet. As far as the tapered tip of his cock was reaching, she didn't have to properly swallow to keep it contained, but she was still off to the races and gulping around the tip as she tried to welcome as much of the load as she could into her tummy.

Some drops were always sure to trickle out over the corners of her lips; there was no such thing as a perfect seal between such a huge cock and such a tiny, short muzzle, but Bridgette was undeniably skilled at swallowing and keeping it all down...

...So long as Irving kept his body where it was _supposed_to be.

"Damn, t-that's... oh fuck! I'm sorry...s-sorry, babe!" Irving was still trembling in place as his shifting paws forced her body back, and the freshly cleaned mouse could only blink as a huge streak of warm, slick cum spilled over her forehead and left a trail all the way down her muzzle and across the front of her neck, right where his bulge used to be. "Oh man...t-that...that's still going. Oh."

He wasn't coming down from the peak of his pleasure, but he was getting little more than a cocked brow from Bridgette, who looked up at the canine with thinned lips; she couldn't stay mad at his sheepish grin and his genuine remorse for the mistake he made, but as he stood there, the last of his juices were simply pouring over her face, leaving her cheeks completely soaked with the excess.

"Yeah...you, uh...you remember you were supposed to cum in my mouth, right?" she asked, pulling her prop glasses from the bridge of her nose and flicking a few drops of the spill from the lenses. "Looks to me like you might have gotten a little carried away..."

Thrusting his way through the orgasm was something he'd always wanted to do in her throat and her maw, but the gap in size between them meant that he simply couldn't do it without the risk of slipping free and making a terrible mess.

He was looking at the results of the same, knowing exactly what was going to happen when he got carried away...but Bridgette was delighted to feel a warm, damp towel stroking along the side of her face before the mess even had a chance to cool.

"You were doing such an incredible job, I just...I just couldn't help myself," Irving stammered out his explanation, finding himself more bashful around Bridgette than he'd been in what felt like months. "I know I should have just waited to thrust, but you...in that pose, I just had to know what it would feel like."

"Felt pretty amazing to me," Bridgette admitted. She was still gulping down some of the excess, and a fingertip passing along her cheek collected another sample, while Irving did his best to help her clean up afterwards. "And seeing how I can't feel pleasure in my throat , I have to imagine it was downright heavenly for you..."

Irving paused a moment to scratch the back of his head. "Even that would be an understatement, Bridge."

"I guess we'll just have to keep working on my oral skills," she recommended, though it was hard for the canine to fathom her improving on the already incredible skillset that she employed. "But, in the meantime...doesn't seem very fair that you got to make such a terrible mess of me after the shower if I don't get to return the favor."

Bridgette told herself that she was more than happy to service her boyfriend after they'd gotten nice and close in the steam of the shower stall: she knew that she was going to get carried away with sucking him off, and worse, that she'd end up needing a little treatment of her own, but she could still see the quivering in Irving's fingertips, and feel it against her cheeks.

He was going to need a break before he was ready to give her_exactly_ what she was after, but in the meantime, she was sure she could think of a way for him to make up for the mess.

"Unless you were planning on a growing a dick in the next minute-

"Not that I'm above pegging you, big guy," she paused and poked his stomach, just for effect, "But I don't need to grow a dick to make just as much of a mess of you, y'know."

Irving wasn't exactly sure what she was up to, and he loved the ambiguity of what the little mouse might have in mind: she'd gotten completely clean in their shower that afternoon, but even as the damp towel brushed down her neck and pushed at the top of her collarbone, he was only able to do so much to leave the soft, ashy gray of her fur without a trace of his mess.

She had a number of ways that she could soak him, quite literally, from head to toe, as long as he was willing to play along...and she knew he was before she even bothered to make a suggestion.

"I suppose it's only fair that you get the chance to do the same thing to me," Irving agreed. "But I don't think it'll work so well if I'm in the same pose that you were just in."

"Actually..."

Bridgette opened wide and drew the flat of her tongue all the way from the base of Irving's softening member to the very tip, collecting a final, eager drop of seed in the process. In doing so, she sat upright and turned around, patting the space before her knees expectantly.

"If you did that and I stood up straight, I bet your tongue would line up perfectly with my bits..."

The mouse was already scampering to the edge of the bed and jumping down; pushing with her full weight against the canine wouldn't have budged him an inch if he didn't let it, but she looked positively giddy to try the new pose, and the wide glisten of her eyes alone would have been enough to prompt her canine boyfriend into place.

Feeling her push against his backside was just a fringe benefit, and laying flat on his back gave him a new, but entirely enjoyable perspective of her slender form...along with a hint of a headrush.

"...How do you stay in this pose without passing out? _Especially_with something in your throat..."

"Lots of practice," she answered quickly, following her own eager spirit along and stepping right up to her boyfriend's muzzle. Just as she'd predicted, the edge of the bed left his hanging skull slightly below the part in her thighs, but that made it easy for her to straddle either side of his muzzle, trapping the warmth of his fur just in range of her folds. "And I know we don't get to say this about each other very often, but it looks like you're a perfect fit, babe!"

She had more personality about her than ever, and the unique pose was bringing out more of the same: she was delighted to see him grinning from his upside-down perspective.

"Technically, nothing fits just yet," Irving teased. Seeing her giddy nature and wanting to encourage more of the same, he reached back with his arms and captured her backside in both paws, holding on cheek in each of his massive palms. "But you've probably never taken my tongue like this, have you?"

Riding his face when he was laying in bed was just slightly different...and it was different enough that this felt like something entirely new to the squirming mouse.

"No...won't deny that I've thought about it a few times, though," she admitted. "And every single time, you've practically lifted me off the ground with your tongue."

Snickering against her petals, Irving was more than happy to lay where he was and enjoy the subtle, natural aroma of her womanhood in such a close proximity, but he knew he was going to be put to work before too much longer.

For the moment, his paws groped her ass and his smile made it clear that he was delighted with the intimacy.

"I don't think my tongue is quite that strong, but I'm more than happy to give it my best effort," he offered. "Though...you've got me a little bit worried about where that mess is coming from."

The flush was back on Bridgette's face at that: she wasn't ready to admit every kink that she was willing to explore, but this was one that they were both plenty familiar with, and one they'd already experienced together, at that.

"Let's just say that I'm damn sure you'll be glad to clean up after me..."

Squatting just enough at the knee that he couldn't dodge her folds, Bridgette 'kissed' her boyfriend and, much to her delight, he was quick to add a little tongue to the mix.

For a few seconds, he simply allowed the warmth of his muzzle to rest against the mound of her womanhood: in the moments that followed, the natural moisture at her folds was already staining his lips, and his tongue was quick to push up and collect the little bit of liquid arousal that was already present, knowing that a single brush of the same would be enough to bring out more of her juices.

The sample was only enough to arouse him...and far away from her reach, in the middle of the bed, Bridgette had the visual treat of watching his length twitch back awake and throb in its need for her, just before it had a chance to slip back in the sheath.

"I was a-about to ask if you were enjoying yourself down there, but...your body really can't keep a secret, baby."

Giggling at the way that his length seemed to dance for her amusement, Bridgette found an immediate hitch in the act: there was an unexpected tension in the way that her knees were bent, but she couldn't push Irving's head back any further, either.

His tongue was going to have to do a little extra work, but the lengthy, canine flesh was more than capable of slipping past her petals and digging into the entrance of her womanhood; she had a bad habit of forgetting just how talented his tongue really was until she was trembling in place, trying not to cry out from the very first penetration.

It was different from his cock, or even from a finger: there was a pliability to his tongue that allowed her inner muscles to clench tighter than she could possibly manage when firmer lengths were involved.

In as much, she was trembling, but grinning when she looked down and realized that she'd literally captured his tongue and trapped it in place.

"I know I'm not a cat, but you'd d-damn well better believe that I've got y-yer tongue," she teased, keeping her inner walls tight and digging her toes into the carpet to try and hold it there. "And if you want it back, you're gonna have to earn it, big guy."

If he was acting on the muscles in his mouth alone, Bridgette might have legitimately trapped him in place, but she was already forgetting about his ace in the hole: the clench of his digits around her tiny, curvy ass and the final press of two fingertips against her exposed tailhole was enough for her to spasm and lose control of his lengthy, slick muscle.

The moment it fell out, his grinning lips kissed against her pubic mound, and the flat of his tongue ran back and forth over the hood of her clit, teasing it with such weight and moisture that she worried she was going to make the aforementioned mess right then.

"I suppose that counts as earning it?" he asked, the whispers in his voice rumbling against the tender petals of her sex and sending pleasant vibrations to the nub of her clit. "Or do I need to do something even more than that...?"

She knew he was going to put it back to good use, but now that his tongue was free, Irving was the one on the offensive...and the flesh of his tongue was all too happy to bury inside of her passage once more.

"Until y-you're just as much of a mess as I was, y-you...fucking...b-better stay where you are," she tried to demand, but her voice was getting weaker and weaker, until she was only able to manage a shallow, rapid squeak.

Irving knew he was pushing all the right buttons, even before his continued assault on the most sensitive one, but he knew better than to simply ride her clit and hope for the best.

She'd left all the clues about what she was after, and he knew that it took more than a simple swirl around the hood of her clitoris to make her squirt; he didn't necessarily know every way to make it happen, but he'd gleaned enough to know something of a shortcut to achieving the desired result...and he knew Bridgette wouldn't complain if he just kept rolling through the first one to bring her to a second release.

"You...little...s-sneak!" she cried out, just as she felt the weight of a finger sliding into her womanhood: the delicious fulfillment of something to clench her inner muscles around seemed to be a requirement for her to unleash the torrent of juices they were after, but she was surprised that Irving was so willingly checking off the necessary boxes, right then.

It only started to dawn on her that he was going to see how many orgasms he could pull from her body when his thumb pressed over her tailhole, adding the other necessary pressure to her body, giving her just enough of something to push against when her inner workings started taking matters into their own proverbial hands.

Part of the experience, at least for Bridgette, was a moment where she simply couldn't control herself: a thrashing, spasming collection of movements that, when she was done, would always end with a long, heated streak of ejaculate spraying from her womanhood.

Getting her to such a point wasn't an easy task, but Irving proved himself to be the man for the job, as his tongue went back to work on her clit, giving it no chance to rest between a series of long, wide licks and smaller, shorter darts of the tongue, dancing the tip around her tender nub.

Biting her lower lip and sucking in a tight breath, Bridgette knew she was already cumming, and her petals were soaking wet with more than her lover's saliva...but she didn't know that she was having an even stronger reaction until the moisture was pouring over her inner thighs in a messy flood.

"I just knew...y-you...would do that," she tried to groan, but through gritted teeth, it was hard to finish a single word, much less the naughty thought that was creeping over her lip. "Trying to m-make me squirt...you must be a thirsty boy, too!"

It was her plan to make a mess of him in that way all along, but passing the buck onto Irving and making it seem like this was his idea allowed her to take herself out of the mental equation; that last little bit of pressure being released was just what she needed to unleash a long, single strand of feminine arousal upon his neck and his chest, soaking him in _almost_the same way that he'd coated her face with his seed.

Just when she thought she was safe, she'd gotten a little extra from the canine...and she was returning the favor in earnest when she felt his tongue slipping back into his muzzle.

"Probably shouldn't have s-stopped, baby," she warned him, trembling around either side of his cheeks and rocking her mound against his face, knowing that she was making an even greater mess of her own thighs than she was of his lips...and she simply didn't care. "Get that f-fucking tongue back to work!"

The facade was supposed to be that he was cleaning her up in the first place: she was happy to keep on pretending that such was the endgame, as long as that kept his tongue busy against her body.

No matter how eagerly the canine slurped, however, he couldn't keep up with the impressive volume of her gushing orgasm, and the juices of the same continued to trickle over his cheeks and stain his muzzle as she rested her palms on his shoulders.

She was a giddy, quivering mess, but she couldn't have been much happier about her position on his mouth...until she felt his tongue pushing up through the last of her stream and going to work on her clit once more.

" Hey! Oooh, o-oh fuck...too sensitive, baby...t-too...sensitive?" she quivered in place so rapidly that the canine felt like there was a vibrator against his lips, but his approach was just the right way to bridge the gap between her climaxes, keeping her body in the middle of an ocean of pleasure and pushing her a little further from the shore with each long, slow lash. "That's a new trick...guess I didn't need much of a break after all..."

He was trying his best to wipe some of the mess from his face, but he felt Bridgette gripping his wrists before he had a chance to push any of the excess juices from his cheeks.

"And that means you don't need a break either, love. I'm not done with you yet."

Blinking at her sudden and dominant response, Irving tried to look up at her, only to find his view was still blocked by the dripping presence of her womanhood overhead.

"If that doesn't make us even, I must have given you one hell of a load," Irving teased. "Because I'm pretty sure this is a lot more juice than I could ever produce."

"Probably is," Bridgette agreed with a knowing giggle. "But you're a lot bigger than I am, too, so...I don't think you're quite as messy as I was, yet."

There could have been an entire discussion about whether it mattered that he wasn't the same percentage as messy as she was, based on the size of their bodies...but Irving preferred to shrug it off and snicker in his place...

...though his neck was starting to bother him terribly.

"Lemme swap up the positions, and we've got a deal."

**

With his head settled comfortably against a mountain of pillows to take the strain off his neck, Irving was a happy camper.

With the same cushion working for her knees and giving her something to properly sink herself into before her boyfriend sunk his tongue back into her womanhood, Bridgette might have been an even happier camper, but they were in the same proverbial tent, and it wasn't a competition of who was enjoying themselves the most.

The greater focus was on who would become the biggest mess, giving them a reason to get right back in the shower, only a couple hours after their last one.

"Think I'm g-gonna cum again, baby...shove t-that fucking tongue in me..."

Teasing her clit was a surefire way to get Bridgette back to the edge, but it wasn't until the impressive weight and girth of the canine tongue was sneaking back into her passage that the mouse felt like she was being pushed over the desired edge.

Rolling herself on her lover's muzzle once more, she was grateful for the difference in their size: she could push and grind against his face without the risk of hurting his neck or bruising his cheeks...although the tight grip of her thighs upon the same was proving to be the edge of what the canine could handle.

For getting even with her, he was willing to go to almost any length, and a little discomfort and a lot of moisture was a small price to pay, but even as a lazier, softer trickle of her juices spilled down the front of his face and drizzled between his eyes, Bridgette felt something more than her soft, squirting orgasm, in the heat of the moment.

As she leaned further and further back, she came eye to eye with the very tip of Irving's member...just in time for an excited spurt of precum to land between her eyes.

"You're just...c-content to make a mess of me all day long, aren't you?"

Their unique sizes allowed for a pose that few couples could replicate: her petals stayed on his lips, soaking them further as she planted her paws flat on his tummy, stretched back, and just managed to kiss the tip of his length.

"F...fine..." she said, forcing a groan into her otherwise gleeful voice. "Earn your shower...messy boy..."