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"You know, big boy, there's all kinds of rumors about you flying all over campus."

His bedroom door hadn't been closed five seconds before the curvy bovine woman was all over him. In an instant she had pressed up against him with her hands resting on his shoulders. Considering she was over half a foot shorter than the towering six feet and four inches of coyote before her the curvy girl was easily able to nestle her head right underneath his chin even when standing fully upright. Though her intentions were anything but innocent Julie couldn't help but take a moment to savor the sense of innocent comfort and security that came from bring in the arms of someone so much taller than her. All it took was his arms reflexively wrapping around her in response to her advance to make her feel like she was safe from the whole world. But as nice as his embrace was she was here for more than just a hug.

Her fingers combed through the soft fur along his shoulders -- surprisingly broad considering his somewhat lanky build - as she hummed in contentment before finally looking up at his face. Her eyes seemed to glitter as the light from the overhead ceiling fan reflected off of them and caused Vandal's heart to skip a beat when her gaze met his own light-blue eyes. Of course, that wasn't the primary source of his racing heartbeat. Her soulful gaze was assisted by the pair of absolutely massive, supple mounds of breast flesh currently squished against his chest. Even the often-oblivious coyote knew without a shadow of a doubt that her current provocative position was intentional. It may have been a stereotype that all bovine women have huge tits but girls like Julie were the reason why the stereotype persisted. Her personification of the amply-endowed cow girl stereotype was a powerful weapon against someone like Vandal who was very much a 'breast man'.

Julie picked up on his tension from her close proximity and couldn't stop a smile from tugging at her lips. The tall, tawny coyote wasn't as outgoing and extroverted as some of the guys she knew but he was far from shy and introverted. Vandal wasn't someone that froze up the instant a cute boy or girl turned their attentions towards him. Which was him seeming so tongue-tied and flustered now that they were alone together made him that much more endearing. Popular, outgoing guys that were confident and used to romantic attention were always so cute when they got flustered. It was also quite the compliment and confidence boost to the person managing to fluster them which is why Julie decided to take her time and enjoy a little bit more foreplay to savor the experience.

Gently -- almost as if she was afraid of startling him -- the cow pulled herself back slightly so she was no longer pressing right up against him. Despite her retreat she made no effort to move her hands away from his shoulders. Julie instead slid her fingers down his chest and stomach until they reached his waistline and slipped underneath the hem of his shirt. Once there they stroked through the soft, light-colored fur along Vandal's stomach and chest on their way back up, savoring the firmness of the lean muscle just beneath the surface. His body wasn't rippling with brawny muscle like a lot of the other tall guys she knew on campus. Vandal was in shape but he wasn't going to be ripping apart shirts by flexing anytime in the near future. He was tall but a far cry from the tallest person on campus. He was at least in-shape and tall enough that when people called him 'big guy' the nickname wasn't being used ironically. That meant it wasn't that hard to figure out where his nickname came from. Especially when all she or anyone else really had to do was look down below his belt.

Julie wasn't the only one that noticed that the coyote always seemed to wear baggy clothes. She also wasn't the only one that noticed his clothes typically weren't baggy enough to completely obscure the obviously impressive bulge of the coyote's junk. If anything it made it that much more of an eye-catcher to the people around him. Julie wasn't the only one that got a turned on thinking about Vandal being too well-endowed to hide it even when he tried. And now the busty bovine was going to get a hands-on look at just how big Vandal really was.

Before her fingers had even touched his waistline she took note that the fly of Vandal's pants was being visibly pushed outwards by its contents. So much so that the denim overlap of his fly was being pulled back and his straining zipper was almost completely exposed. Julie hadn't been prepared for the flush of desire that she felt at the sight of someone's pants struggling so visibly and desperately to contain their contents. She couldn't help but bite her lip in anticipation of just how big Vandal must be under there. Her breath quickened and she had to take a moment to calm herself in order to maintain her confident, flirty demeanor. Only once she was back under control did she raise her head to lock eyes with Vandal once again as her fingers continued their southward journey.

"Oh my. Is someone already hard for me? I didn't know you had a thing for bovine girls." Julie teased with a sultry smile. When her fingers bumped the edge of his dick's outline Julie felt his flesh twitch under her touch and in response to her words. The reaction elicited a quiet chuckle from her. She had just opened her mouth to tease him again, her hand was slowly wrapped around the outline of his erection as she spoke, only to trail off mid-sentence and widen her eyes as her seductress act faltered. "They weren't exaggerating when they called you big guy, were they? You're hung like...a... uh...?"

Soft.

He was still soft. At least for the most part. Way softer than he should have been.

When her hand wrapped itself around the outline of his dick and squeezed she had expected to meet firm resistance. There should have been a turgid steel rod of a raging erection that would fight back against her finger's grip and have almost no give in her grasp. Instead, the flesh beneath the fabric shifted and gave way under her touch with only the slightest bit of solidity to it. Vandal Watched as his seducer's expression morphed from seductive to confused, then to wide-eyed shock and disbelief over the course of several silent seconds.

"No fucking way." When she finally broke the silence her words had abandoned their previous tone of enticement and seduction. The change in her demeanor was jarring. Now she spoke with the same firm conviction you would use to tell someone that water is wet or that the sky is blue. "There is no way you are still soft."

Any thoughts of prolonged foreplay vanished as Julie all-but fell to her knees in front of the coyote. Vandal stood there frozen and watched, blushing furiously, as the busty girl now kneeling in front of him fumbled the button and zipper of his pants. Unlike her actions before which were fueled by seduction and desire, now her hands moved with the dispassionate determination of someone proving a point. It took her several moments to finally get the button undone which only made the tension in the air grow. Her haste and anticipation robbed her of some of her fine motor control. Julie was so absorbed in forcing her fingers to work properly that she wasn't prepared for the reward of her labors. The moment she got his pants unzipped and unbuttoned a thick swell of light blue fabric all-but burst free from its confines as if it were spring loaded! The bulge of Vandal's endowment, suddenly freed from its confines, smacked against Julie's nose with enough force to elicit an embarrassingly moo-like yelp from the kneeling girl. A split second later she froze with her hand stopping halfway to reaching up and rubbing her nose when she finally focused her vision on what had just hit her.

Julie had seen a big dicks before. The cow girl didn't roll around in the hay with every single guy she met but she had been around the block more than her share of times. She had been with tigers, bulls, horses, and even a dragon once. While the tiger and bull could both brag they were hung like horses, the horse was very much the well-endowed horse stereotype just as she was the big-breasted cow stereotype. But even the horse had paled in comparison to the dragon. He had been hung enough that the horse would have dreamed of being hung like dragon the same way others dream of being hung like he was. But even that dragon -- who had been easily a foot taller and weighed twice as much, all muscle, than this coyote -- would have shriveled up in inferiority at the sight of the monster obscenely stretching out the front of Vandal's boxer briefs. Worse still was that now freed from the constricting and obscuring layer of denim of his jeans it was that much more obvious with how the malleable flesh bunched up in the front of his underwear that the coyote was still not even half hard. Gods, he wasn't even hard and Julie would have bet money he could have challenged a beer bottle in both length and circumference!

"There is no way that is all you." came an audible whisper from the bovine girl's mouth. This time her words were equal part disbelief and awe. "There is no fucking way."

Vandal knew that she was talking aloud to herself rather than addressing him directly when she said that. But, if anything, that made her words that much more of a turn on for him. He wasn't exactly embarrassed about his body - especially about its most notable feature -- but he always got a little self-conscious when people started talking about it like that. Vandal knew he was extremely, if not unnaturally, well hung but he had grown up with that monster between his legs since puberty and it had become normal for him. It hadn't been until he had his first sexual encounter halfway through high school that he even realized he was larger than normal. That had also been when he first realized how much he liked hearing how big he was down there.

It almost made him feel accidentally narcissistic, for lack of better description, whenever someone fawned over him for how big his dick was. He wanted to refute people's praise and compliments for the size of his junk out of a sense of humbleness his upbringing had engrained in him. But the last time he had tried to downplay his size by telling his partner at the time his dick wasn't THAT big and they had seen he was serious they started laughing. None of this meant that he didn't ENJOY the attention. Some of the most intense orgasms of his life had been at the hands of either someone else or even his own thoughts gushing about how massive jus cock was. He was just embarrassed about embracing it. The coyote often wound up in the more jock-centric friend circles and he had no desire for people to see him as narcissistic and self-absorbed as some of the bigger, more full of themselves guys were. So while he tried to not make a big deal out of Julie's words, it was still a huge turn on that caused his cock to visibly twitch in response. The clear reaction to her praise only egged the cow girl on and prompted her to start getting more handsy.

Julie eagerly grabbed a handful of the coyote's impossibly-sized crotch bulge looming before her. The sudden stimulation of her firm, aggressive grip made Vandal suck in a sharp breath of surprise. It took everything he had to consciously stop himself from bucking against her hand. Taking his lack of protest as encouragement Julie started to move her hand back and forth around his massive package. Almost clinically, her fingers explored the outline of Vandal's dick and balls through his underwear as if mapping out the different parts of it.

The busty cowgirl finally broke the silence with a disbelieving, amused snort when her hands reached his testicles and it dawned on her a single one of his massive nuts filled her entire palm. Each of his balls had to be at least the size of a baseball -- probably even bigger considering his underwear was still constricting them - and had to weigh nearly a pound each! If Julie hadn't been touching the outline of Vandal's malehood, if she couldn't feel the heat radiating off of it and his heartbeat pulsing through it, she would have bet her car that he had been stuffing his pants. But there was no faking the hefty contents of the coyote's underwear. It only got that much more shocking for the stunned woman when her constant fondling and examination caused Vandal to start truly getting hard.

She watched in wide-eyed fascination as the already intimidatingly huge outline of the coyote's dick swelled and thickened larger still in its already tight confines. The oversized appendage soon pushed the front basket of its owner's boxer briefs so far forward that the elastic of his waistband pulled away from his waistline. The bovine woman's shock only increased when even at that stage it was obvious he still wasn't fully hard yet. Even when his dick had swollen so much that the waistband was pulled open and she could see the entire first inch of his pink cock base through the opening there was still so much give to his dick his underwear still forced it to curl down on itself in an attempt to keep it contained.

"Dear gods, Vandal..." She whispered under her breath, finally addressing him directly for the first time in what seemed like hours. "How are you even... You're literally too big for your underwear...!"

If her stimulation before had been gentle coaxing trying to lure the beast from its den then her words were an aggressive assault to drag it from its cave by force. His dick unexpectedly surged over an inch longer and half that thicker in the span of a second only to do so again the next second as if her declaration had been a voice command to activate his dick. For her it was as if every time she thought she had an idea of how big the coyote really was his dick grew larger still just to spite her. It may have been intimidating but it also helped solidify her resolve that she needed to have it. With a surge of conviction Julie stood and abruptly shoved Vandal before even had a chance to get fully hard.

The unexpected movement sent the overly-hung canine stumbling backwards until the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed. Upon impact, his knees buckled and his view of Julia was replaced with the ceiling as he fell backwards on to the mattress. The coyote didn't even have a chance to sit up before he felt petite hands gripping his knees and pushing them apart. When he finally propped himself up on his elbows he looked down the length of his body to see Julie kneeling down between his legs with a hungry look on her face. For an instant she looked up and locked eyes with him, her tongue slipping out to lick across her lips as a faint smirk tugged at their edges. That, combined with her muzzle's close proximity to his barely-contained junk left no doubt in his mind what she intended.

Either by design or luck the coyote's pants had fallen down around his ankles and slipped off when he toppled backwards. This saved Julie the time of having to do more than kick them aside before she had kneeled down before him. Her own top was quickly pulled off, followed by her lacy purple bra, and both were tossed to the side to join his discarded pants. Freed from their own prison Julie's ample breasts hung heavily in front of her, each nearly the size of her own head! She may not have been freakishly endowed like Vandal was but she still easily ranked in the top percentile of breast size. At the very least they were definitely some of the biggest that Vandal had ever seen, online or in person. Any remaining pliability his dick might have had left vanished at the sight of her impressively stacked chest. With a final surge the heavy log of meat forced itself the last couple of inches larger to reach its full, erect size. Now, with both his pants and her upper clothes discarded, the only thing still separating his massive cock from her bare fur and flesh was the over-taxed blue fabric of the coyote's underwear. Underwear that Julie wasted no time in pulling down and freeing his monstrous cock to flop out over the waistband.

Vandal felt Julie's hands grip firmly around the base and middle of his massive cock with an almost possessive aggressiveness the moment it was freed. For the first few moments of contact Julie's fingers squeezed around the girth of the coyote's dick to test its firmness and confirm he was finally fully erect. It didn't escape either of them that even with both hands she barely covered more than half of his shaft's impressive length. Julie couldn't get an exact gauge of its size without a ruler but she could tell that there was no way Vandal was packing anything less than twelve inches. If anything she would have bet money the enormous slab of meat had to be closer to a foot and a half long than a single foot. And the damn thing was THICK. It's girth easily surpassed a soda can in thickness. It only riled her up that much more that the cow girl had no hope of getting her fingers all the way around it's circumference. Being the size queen that she was Julie was practically salivating at the thought of getting a ruler up against the coyote's monster just to see the ruler fall short. She wanted to have real numbers to put to it just to better compare to other guys she knew about. But, as hot as comparing it to other people or objects was, the lusty bovine woman was tired of admiring. She could do more of that later. After all, there was no way she wasn't going to be making return visits to the coyote now that she knew what he was packing. But right now what she wanted more than anything was to get a taste of it.

Vandal's eyes went wide and a moan forced its way from his lips as the head of his cock was abruptly engulfed in the warm, wet embrace of Julie's mouth. Thick bovine lips squeezed around the crown of his cut cockhead while her powerful bovine tongue slowly dragged its way across his tip and across his urethra. It didn't take more than a couple of seconds of such attention before a thick bead of pre leaked from his cock and washed Julie's mouth with the reward of the salty, musky taste of the coyote's juices. She wasn't even shocked this time when he produced enough pre in that single twitch of his cock to rival a full cum shot from any normal man's orgasm. The sampling of his pre only encouraged her to work harder to get another by pushing her head down and engulfing the first couple of inches of his shaft in her mouth as well.

It was hard to tell whether Julie or Vandal was more surprised by her ability to fit so much of him in her mouth. The coyote had plenty of partners over the years and he could still count the number of people that had even been able to fit his cock head alone in their mouth on one hand. None of them had been able to take more than one or two inches past that. And all of them had to take time to work up to that much. Julie, on the other hand, had gone right for it and taken his head and those first couple of inches almost immediately! Considering that his cockhead was nearly the size of a fully-grown apple it was a damned impressive sight. But she didn't stop after those first two inches. Every few seconds she pushed another inch or so of his massive cock deeper into her lips until his tip bumped against the entrance to her throat before she finally pulled off of him to catch her breath. That alone was enough to push him a few steps closer towards the edge of release. The tightness and warmth of her mouth was an experience unlike any he had felt before due to his size.

In angling herself to better take more of Vandal in her mouth Julie scooted herself forward until she was almost right up against the side of his mattress. If she had been any closer her tits would have been resting on top of the edge of the bed. That is, if Vandal's thighs and junk hadn't been in the way. She hadn't failed to notice his enormous balls weighing down his underwear and pulling them further down his thighs. The two huge orbs had rolled off the edge of the bed and were hanging almost a quarter of the way to the ground! There simply wasn't any room for them between his legs on the mattress. Luckily for her they hung just low enough to not get in the way when she pressed her heavy breasts against the underside of his shaft. Releasing her grip on his cock she instead moved her hands down to cradle the underside her own impressive assets. She hesitated briefly, savoring the feeling of her own palms grinding shamelessly against her rock-hard nipples. Then she pulled her breasts apart and let the deep chasm of her cleavage engulf Vandal's log of a dick. Or at least she tried to.

Even her prodigious endowments paled in comparison to the coyote's genetic anomaly of a phallus. The amply-endowed bovine woman could barely fit two thirds of its length in between her breasts. Even then it was so thick she could barely get it deep enough to qualify as "between" rather than "pressed against". Not that it diminished the coyote's enjoyment of the sensation. Much like her mouth Julie was one of the few women stacked enough to have a hope of giving him a proper tit job. His hips bucked involuntarily into her cleavage and a fresh spurt of pre burst from his tip. Unlike the last time this one did not have her lips and tongue in place to catch it. So, when he looked down at her again he saw the streak of fur going from over her right eye down across her left cheek matted down with a stripe of clear wetness. Any apology he may have offered was drowned out by a fresh, lustful moan she forced from him by squeezing her arms around her chest and his dick in a tight embrace.

Julie was quickly losing herself in her own self-indulgence with the coyote's massive cock. The damn canine was like a walking wet dream to a size queen like her! All she wanted to do was taste every last inch of the absurdly massive cock until it glistened as much with her saliva as it did with his own pre. And when she realized there was nothing stopping her from doing so that's exactly what she did.

Her powerful bovine tongue pushed against the under channel of Vandal's first few inches of dick hard enough to make him spasm under the stimulation. Slowly, the wet muscle dragged its way up over the tip of his cock and teased the entrance to his urethra. A fresh wave of pre was her reward, one that she eagerly wrapped her lips around the end of his cock again to swallow down and avoid wasting. This time, however, before she swallowed the intimidating amount of precum she pulled free of his cock and looked up at him. Tilting her head back to expose her throat to him, Julie made a production of swallowing of the mouthful of pre. Normally, she would have been embarrassed about acting so shameless and slutty for someone. Especially during her first roll in the sheets with that someone. But damned if this coyote and his monster cock weren't bringing out the kinkiest parts of her. Hell, if he'd had a dog collar she would gladly have let him leash her to his cock right then and there like a good little pet cock sucker. That thought alone made her blush furiously and squeeze her thighs together. Luckily for her she was too lost in her own lusts to voice any such thoughts even if she was turned on enough that she wouldn't have hesitated to suggest it. Instead all that came out was a low, reverent moan of "Good Gods this dick...!"

The next time her lips wrapped around his cockhead there was a sense of determination and finality to the act. A subtle squeeze of her lips around his tip that felt somehow almost possessive. It was as if she were telling him without words that his dick wasn't leaving her mouth again until she got what she wanted. And from the way she began to go to work on him it was clear she was perfectly happy to work for it.

Slowly she bobbed her mouth up and down the upper half of his length while her hands did their best to squeeze and massage her huge tits around the lower half. Wet schlurping sounds filled the room and seemed to deafen any other ambient noises as she put her expert cock sucking skills to work. Julie had plenty of practice over the years; her favorite place being between some hung stud's legs milking them dry. The irony of that comparison wasn't lost on her. While she knew a lot of people saw blowjobs and oral sex as the foreplay leading up to something more Julie felt like putting her mouth to work like this WAS the main event. Maybe it was just because she was such a size but, while she could enjoy a good fucking as much as the next girl, she was far happier devoting herself utterly to the pleasure of another. And now it felt like all of her previous experiences getting guys off with her mouth alone had been preparation for the task now before her.

Meanwhile Vandal's claws dug into the bedspread beneath him hard enough to tear holes in it as he struggled to hold himself steady. It was all he could do to keep from bucking against her more than the few brief twitches that had already escaped his control. He could only imagine how hard it must be to fit any of him at all in her mouth and he was legitimately concerned that if he thrust forward too violently he could actually hurt her. Even if he did want nothing more than to grab the back of her head and force every last inch of his cock down her throat until he felt her nose pressing against his groin he kept himself under control. What the overly-hung canine didn't know was that Julie was well aware of how easily he could overwhelm her if he stopped holding himself back. Nor was he yet aware that just turned her on that much more.

The coyote almost came on the spot when he felt his tip bump against the entrance to her throat again only to push right past it with barely a moment's hesitation. He could actually feel the constricting ring of muscle separating her esophagus from her mouth stretch and deform to accommodate his immense girth. It was so tight, almost uncomfortably so. But it was just shy enough of too tight to be the greatest feeling he had ever experienced. Her throat felt like a living, breathing fleshlight and it was all he could do not to grab her head and user her like one. He knew firsthand what happened when he let himself get too aggressive with his 'toys', which is why he periodically had to order new ones when the old ones tore open. As Vandal felt himself sliding closer and closer to the edge of release he wasn't the only one finding themselves lost in their own fantasies.

As Julie worked away at the impossibility that was Vandal's dick all the bovine woman wanted was for him to blow his load down her throat and fill her up. She wanted to drink down every shot of his orgasm and then open her mouth wide to proudly show him she had swallowed every last drop. Not that any would actually wind up in her mouth considering he was several inches deep past her mouth and would be unloading directly into her throat instead. If Julie had been paying more attention she might have been second guessing that desire.

In her lust-addled frenzy she had completely missed the goings on just beneath her chest. Vandal's balls -- already absurdly large and big enough to individually fill one of Julie's palms -- had swollen visibly larger than they had started. Before they had fit comfortably, if snugly, in the basket of his partially removed boxer briefs. Now, however, his scrotum and it's contents were stretching the fabric to the limit and threatening to spill out over its edge. The coyote's monstrous testicles had easily doubled in size since she had started tit-fucking him and they were only bloating larger with each passing moment. It hadn't even occurred to Vandal to warn her considering he'd never really had an opportunity to get blown to completion before but there was more to his dick than just its size. His pre should have been a warning sign for her but Julie's desire had blinded her to the implications of being able to produce as much pre as he did. Vandal was over-productive to a degree that should have been concerning. There was a reason that back home Vandal had to install a drain in his bedroom floor.

A lot of the girls and even the couple of guys he had been with had found it hot that Vandal could literally paint them with his cum. But this time, If the cow girl had any say in it, she was going to be the first one he blew his load inside of. Unfortunately for Julie, the coyote was far too lost in what she was doing to him to think about that. It was only made worse that, when he felt himself getting, close he couldn't help himself anymore. His hands reached out and grabbed the sides of her head as his self-control crumbled. His hips rolled forward with a single, powerful thrust that forced a good two more inches of his cock down Julie's throat all at once a split second before it happened.

He came.

If Julie had been surprised by his grip on her head and abrupt push forward it was nothing compared to what came next. His cock flared with the start of his first cumshot and she swore it felt like it grew a full INCH thicker as it did so. But even that became a secondary detail when she felt the first shot of his load forcing its way down her throat. Good gods it was so much. The first shot alone would have made the orgasms of the most virile men she'd ever met or even heard of look like a trickle from a leaky faucet. She actually FELT it impact the inside of her stomach. Not just pour down and settle, but actually smack against the inner wall of her stomach like someone had aggressively poked her from the inside. A second shot came after that, then a third, followed by a fourth and more. Each one sprayed into her gut with enough force that, if she had been able to look down and see past her breasts she would have seen her belly actually visibly distend slightly with each internal impact. She also would have seen her previously mostly-flat stomach noticeably swelling larger with each release!

Shot after shot of Vandal's orgasm emptied into her as he unloaded not teaspoons, not even ounces, but literal pints of cum down her throat. Within seconds her stomach was sagging over the front of her waistband like she had developed a spontaneous pot belly and was still continuing to grow. Her hands gripped against his thighs for support and her eyes watered from her forcibly suppressed gag reflex as she struggled to swallow everything he gave her down. If her ears hadn't been filling with the thundering beat of her own heart she would have heard the audible gulping sounds of struggled swallowing she didn't even realize she was doing to try to keep up with his release. Hell, the only reason she wasn't choking and didn't have cum leaking from her nose was that Vandal's last thrust had pushed his just past where her airway met her throat.

Vandal's whole body twitched and spasmed as he rode out one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He held Julie's head locked in place as he his hips rolled and pushed himself slightly deeper into her with each release before pulling out the same amount like he was winding up for the next blast. As if the bovine woman's expert ministrations mixed with finally having someone who could actually fit him in their mouth hadn't been intense enough, hearing her needing to guzzle down his load like she were participating in a keg stand only made him cum that much harder. When she started grunting from the effort and clenched her throat muscles around his length he didn't notice. When her breathing devolved into ragged, labored huffing as she struggled to breathe through her nostrils he didn't notice. When she tried to pull her head back only to find his grip rock-solid and unwilling to release her he didn't notice. Even when she began patting, then slapping at his thighs for him to let go he didn't notice. He was so lost in the sensory overload of his orgasm all that registered to him was the sounds of her swallowing him and the throbbing of his cock as it struggled to empty the massive payload from his balls into her.

Before long Julie's eyes rolled back in their sockets and she gave up trying to get the coyote's attention and get herself free. The struggle to get enough oxygen, the overload of her own arousal, and the stretching sensation around her middle threatened to overwhelm her. It was a miracle Julie didn't pass out. She could feel her gut shifting about as she tried to raise up a bit to better angle his dick down her throat and let the releases come easier. The unexpected weight of her distending stomach would have unbalanced her if his cock speared through her mouth and hands on her head hadn't done such a good job of keeping her in place. Time seemed to blur together as she lost track of her surroundings. All she could register was the throb of his shaft down her throat, the sensation of fresh waves of liquid forcing its way down her throat every couple of seconds, and the intense tightening around her stomach that was reminiscent of when you drink way too much water but magnified several times over. It barely even registered to the overwhelmed bovine when Vandal's release finally started to taper off. The thick gushes of cum weakened down to smaller trickles that no longer felt like they were trying to force their way through her entire body. But it wasn't his hands letting go of her head that snapped her back to attention. Nor was it the abrupt release of pressure around her throat as he pulled himself free from her lips. Neither the unexpected feeling of emptiness in her now-gaping throat nor words from the coyote that didn't register were what roused her. No, what finally brought her to her senses was an unexpected touch of cold against her belly.

Julie's eyes snapped wide open as the world crashed back in around her all at once. The return of comprehension after being near effectively near-unconscious threatened to overload her. She was now acutely aware of the sopping wet fur on her face as a lingering half-hearted spurts of Vandal's load dripped from where they had painted her muzzle. Her jaw felt sore and her throat felt like it was twice as wide as it should have been. Her breath was coming in ragged, heavy pants as she struggled to replace the breath she had been denied. But most distracting was the draft around her midsection and the coldness on the underside of it. An underside that she wasn't familiar with having.

When Julie looked down she was greeted to the usual view of her ample cleavage and impressive bosom creating it, if a bit more 'frosted' than she was used to. But it was what she saw past that which had her eyes widening. Her stomach, or more accurately her gut, was resting on the cold hardwood floor. While she had always been a bit plump, all of that extra weight had distributed around her body to all the right places to make her more ample than chubby. She'd had a little bit of a tummy but not enough to even really peek over the edge of her pants waistband. And she had certainly never had enough of a belly to stick out past her breasts. Now, however, her stomach was bloated up almost to the size of a beach ball! It was clearly filled with liquid than anything more substantial like muscle or fat as even the tiniest movements or shifts of her position caused it to visibly jostle around like an overfilled water balloon.

Now that she was paying attention Julie could feel the strain on her stomach as it struggled to contain the over whelming amount of cum that Vandal had just pumped her full of. This particular aspect of Vandal's impressive malehood had not been in the rumors. She didn't even understand how he had produced that much cum Even if his balls were almost disproportionately large relative to his already disproportionately large dick. Gallons. It had to be multiple GALLONS of jizz that was now bloating her gut. It was impossible. But it wasn't the only thing that seemed impossible to her at the moment. When she glanced back up she saw Vandal still looming over her, his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he panted to catch his breath. But the cute, blissed-out expression on his face and the labored rising and falling of his chest were secondary details to the other impossibility.

This this absolute stud of a coyote -- as she couldn't think of any other way she could describe him after this -- had just pumped her full of what had to be enough of his sexual fluids to overflow a couple of milk jugs. He had produced more cum In that single load than the volume of every other load from every sexual encounter she had ever experienced combined. He had blown his load with such force that the back of her throat was actually a little bit sore not from the force of his thrusting into her, although that had stretched her out quite a bit as well, but from the sheer force of each of his cumshots. In her eyes, Vandal had just emasculated every other man she had ever met with the single most intense orgasm she could have imagined. And, impossibly, the son of a bitch was still rock hard!

It was confusing, concerning, and intimidating to imagine this coyote, this god of virility In the guise of a somewhat awkward college guy not being completely spent after such a sexual release. It was impressive that the coyote wasn't passed out cold and snoring after cumming so hard. It was unbelievable to even consider that Vandal might be able to go again and produce even a fraction of the same volume as he just had just flooded her with not sixty seconds earlier. And it was also the single hottest thing that Julie had ever conceived of in her wildest fantasies much less anything she had ever experienced first hand.

Vandal's momentary reprieve was cut short when a gasp involuntarily forced itself from his lips. His whole body spasmed as if an electric charge had just surged its way through him. Looking down, Vandal saw Julie once again grabbing the base of his dick with one hand and squeezing almost uncomfortably hard. Her other hand was alternating between rubbing over one of her ample breasts and the massively bloated ball that was her belly now resting on the floor. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the ample belly Julie certainly had not had when she had first come into his room. Apparently he hadn't even realized what he had unintentionally done to her. Although he only stared briefly before his attention was drawn to her face. Before his attention was drawn back to her wide and sparkling eyes gleaming with blatant, undisguised lust.

Her fingers squeezed once again around his cock In a way that portrayed a sense of possessiveness. Julie's broad tongue slid out and licked hungrily around her lips. There were still stray splatters of the coyote's recent load all over her face, some of which she swiped away with the gesture in a clearly exaggerated manner. But it was readily apparent that the gesture was for his benefit, not hers. From the way she was looking at him she seemed almost maddened with feral desire. Vandal felt himself swallowing nervously as he thought to himself that he had never thought a herbivore could look so predatory.

Something about that expression told him that the two of them were about to go for round two and he didn't have a whole lot of say in the matter. Not that he had any desire to protest. The only real reason he potentially had to argue would have been concern for her current state considering she just looked like she had just swallowed a couple of basketballs. But any reluctance he may have had about going again and making that situation worse was wiped away by what the overly-aroused bovine woman as much moaned as growled out in a tone of voice equal parts desperation and desire right before her lips wrapped around his tip once again.

"Break time is over, stud. Now you're going to fill me up like a fucking balloon until I pop or pass out. Whichever comes first."