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Zed shifted his weight. He was glad the office building he worked in was built for men of his size and appetite. The washroom, as a result, had high ceilings and tall mirrors, as well as tiered sinks for the different scales of employee. The black bull's suit was taut around the belly, as always. Unlike many hypers, he preferred looser undergarments, which meant that his slacks were equally so, held up by suspenders instead of a belt. No tension squeezing around his broad bell-shaped gut.

He turned his shoulders slightly and raised his hand to stroke the colored bangs away from his brow somewhat. The curly scarlet locks had not faded a bit in the year and change since he acquired the unnatural coloration. Nor had his horns attempted to straighten away from their rather ram-like curl and point upward like any other bovine.

But his thoughts were elsewhere. Not on work, but on a convention he used to attend. Less of an official convention, at least for him, but an excuse to meet other predators, trade tips... sometimes get lucky and matryoshka another pred into a belly. The recordholder in that regard was a very long naga.

The serpent, at their last meeting some fifteen-odd months ago, had made it clear that he intended to 'nest' Zed, as he had many other men. A glance down the scaled length showed round swells all the way to the tail end. Looking back on it now, the bull thought of it somewhat like an oversized living set of anal beads. Over a dozen seasoned preds, each with at least half that many men tucked away before they were claimed.

That last time Zed had attended was a few months before he gained the bangs and new curl to his horns. A few months before he met his husband. In fact, it was closing in on their anniversary. In retrospect it seemed obvious, but at the time the bull had no idea how easy the paperwork to transfer contracts (including that of a marriage!) from prey to predator. All of what his husband's ex was was now his. His body, his distinguishing features, his husband, his his his his...

The bovine's cell phone dinged. A message had arrived.

Zed pulled the tablet-sized device out of his inner jacket pocket, cradling it in his broad grasp. On the screen he saw the text: His husband informing him he was out shopping, in case he didn't get back home before the bull got home from work.

A warm smile rolled up the corners of the gigantic man's cheeks. His.

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LeeAnne stowed his phone into his handbag. Well, it was more of a purse. The already quite femme mink had experimented with presenting more and more overtly girly since the marriage was transferred. With a bit of a proud smirk, he dared to think he was looking the part of a rich bimbo. Deep scarlet lipstick on his full lips, beautiful violet eye shadow faded just right to smooth into the colors of his facial fur behind his smokey sunglasses, winged eyeliner... and that was just his face.

He glanced at the floor to ceiling window at the front of one of the shops he was passing. In the light of the mall, his reflection was obvious. His feet were tucked into high block heels, which resulted in his posture accentuating his favorite features: his hips and ass. LeeAnne was no hyper himself, but he had married one... well, two. And that booty of his could take a full grown man if he actually had any desire to become a predator. He had seen his husband's cock dwarf several men and he took that to the hilt whenever he had the chance!

Said derriere was snugly held by elastic leggings, his tail teasingly draping along the well-defined crack, only raising when he knew for certain someone would be looking. Assured his purse was resting on its strap on his shoulder, he extended both arms. His fingers could just touch the apex of each hip when his elbows were fully straight. A year of delectably thick fillings from his hyper husband had done wonders for his figure.

Up top, he had on a pink cropped hooded track jacket, left unzipped to reveal the cyan tube top underneath. The length meant that no matter what his position, the hem never dropped down to touch his amazing hips, almost daring anyone to reach for the top of his leggings.

He trailed his fingers from the furthest on his hips he could reach while standing upright to the almost horizontal shelf each created on the curve's path to join to his soft, supple waist. He let out a content sigh, before turning his attention away from his reflection. He was here for shopping, and picking out his husband's anniversary gift.

That wouldn't be found in a store, though.

LeeAnne began to walk again, the clack of his heels cutting through the general noise of the other mall-goers as it bounced off the atrium glass ceiling and back down. The shop that was his nominal destination was at the other end of the entire structure, giving him plenty of time to search. He eyed various larger men. No predators seemed to be around. That was alright though, there were eight men in her husband who had never eaten another man, and never would.

The heels made the most natural gait one that accentuated the movement of his hips, while minimizing shoulder sway. A glance to another window nearby told him that the men he was passing were all turning to follow his passing. A very good sign indeed. But none had sparked the mink's interest.

Then, the rhythmic clacking of heels abruptly stopped in a staccato two-step.

LeeAnne lowered his sunglasses down his snout.

Standing a bit shyly near the too-small entrance of a shop stood a bull taur. His head nearly reached Zed's pre-marriage height, but his physique was far different. While LeeAnne's husband was broad-chested and muscular, potent and masculine, this quadruped was soft and round, like an apple. Or rather, a stack of gigantic apples.

Between his thick, stocky legs, his lower belly nearly grazed the tile floor of the mall interior. His front belly was wrapped in a button up shirt and a vest, both of which clearly strained to contain his adorable plumpness. As he shifted in place, his hindlegs side-stepped, bringing his backside into the mink's view.

LeeAnne licked his lips.

It was about as broad as his hanging gut extended out to either side from his four knees, and beneath another pair of heavy apples greeted the silent observer. Of course, taurs have a very difficult time finding clothes for their lower halves, and that was clearly compounded by the fact that the butterball bull was most definitely a hyper. However, both his bellies lacked the taut bell-shape he had grown accustomed to among predators. From the bulk of his limbs and the fullness of his cheeks in the reflected glass nearby, he was just round. Perhaps even a target of feeders.

The elastic of the mink's leggings strained as he felt his arousal grow. Perfection. With practiced precision he pulled out his phone, snapped a quick pic, then stowed it again.

The clacking of heels rang out once more, while the trajectory of their owner had adjusted.

The taur's soft ears noticeably perked up, and with another shuffling of hooves on the tile floor, he rotated. His head turned, giving the mink a better look at his face.

Adorable as he had thought. A chubby, round countenance, framed by curly hair. The bovine's expression just added to the cuteness. Soft confusion melted into stunned staring. It was easy for the mustelid to tell just where his eyes were facing.

Right at his curves.

LeeAnne continued to walk, sunglasses back at the top of his muzzle. The smoky lenses obscured that he was gazing back, his route meant to take him past the taur, not directly to him.

He halted his strutting as he came up to a point about 11-o-clock to the bull, noting that the chubby man's head had pivoted to follow. Slowly LeeAnne grasped one temple of his sunglasses and drew them down again, turning his gaze to the taur. "Why are you staring?" The mink's voice lilted in a teasing manner, playful and inviting.

The bull's stunned expression pulled into a dumb smile. "I... I was just wondering how soft your butt is... there's so much of it."

LeeAnne pivoted slightly, walking as if to continue past the taur, but instead his broad hip ground straight into one foreleg and dragged along the broad curve of his hanging underbelly.

The taur let out a familiar snort of lust that the mink had come to expect from his husband's ilk. And even better for LeeAnne, an audible splatter of wetness further back, too thick to be water.

As he heard the bovine begin to adjust and pivot to keep watching him walk, LeeAnne paused and turned his head to glance back at his quarry. "How did that feel? Soft enough for you?"

"It's like a marshmallow..." The bull said dreamily. "One I'd love to skewer..."

Even his dirty talk was adorable! The mink smiled... such a big man, wrapped around his finger from a few well-chosen teases. "If you stop by my place after dark, you can pound this ass all night."

"W-where?" The taur perked up, blushing as his lustful daydreaming became more a possibility than ever. LeeAnne could still hear, and now more importantly smell, the bovine's pre dripping in heavy splatters to the tile floor.

"Phone." The mink ordered, pivoting on the spot. He had his own phone out and clacked his heels back to the clothed part of his quarry.

Fumbling a bit with the tight fabric, the chubby bull got his own phone out, holding it out with an expectant, hopeful gaze.

LeeAnne tapped his phone to the other. Both chimed. The mink had shared his address and contact information with a simple moment of contact between the two handheld computers. He drew his own back and glanced at the screen. The contact info had been reciprocated, giving him a name to the cute face and enormous, round body.

"After eight tonight." The mink winked over the top of his sunglasses. "See you then, Gaius." He pivoted and resumed his trek across the mall to the shop, assured that one thing had been scratched off his list.

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Zed pushed forward to the hilt, his taut heavy belly pressing his husband down into the bed. The bull could feel the cushiony cheeks of the mink compress against his hips, getting the pucker all the way to the root of his maleness. The muscular bovine craned his neck down to get his snout closer to LeeAnne's head, huffing with lust. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? You invited a playmate..."

Beneath the mottled pattern of the bell-gut, the mink let out a keening whine. "I've always been curious about what it's like, ever since you made Nix more of you..." He shifted his hips as much as the weight and buried hyper shaft would allow him, grinding the inner lining of his bowels along the sensitive spire. "And it's our anniversary weekend~"

The massive male nodded with a huff, arousal unleashed by the affirmation. "Then you'll be cockmeat before this 'Gaius' arrives..." He could feel the rising warmth of creeping in wherever his hyperness touched his husband. His ponderous balls, usually quite firm, seemed to soften and conform to the mink's thighs, even as he couldn't quite properly feel the pillowy anus stretched around his base.

LeeAnne shifted again, getting his arms beneath him. He wrapped his arms around the now quite commonplace bulge of his husband's cock in his torso. He let out a moan, clearly feeling the changes start, himself.

Zed flicked his tail, rolling his hips slowly. Once he was sure that he was properly attached, he began to grind down into the mattress a bit more regularly. He was losing track of the feeling of those arms hugging his cock through layers of flesh, starting to feel his fat scrotum grinding into the sheets directly rather than on either side of powerful thighs.

Then, he pushed off the bed with his hands, getting himself upright. The size of the bull's belly forbade his husband from rising too much with him, but it allowed Zed to use his hands on the mink.

Gradually, the bulge in the smaller male's torso was becoming the dominant shape from the waist up. LeeAnne was soon just hugging his own body, panting and looking down at his frame.

Zed, on the other hand, reached around the curve of his gut to feel at the mink's hips. He trembled, feeling the pleasure of his own hands touching them. Impulsively, he squeezed down on them. He was no canine and he had no need for a knot. A rush of warmth surged through the root of his cock and out into his own hips. The bull felt the familiar sensation of his skeletal structure adjusting to his new size during absorption.

LeeAnne panted heavily. "I... I can feel me adding to your ass! Fuck, if there was one trait I wanted you to take from me it was my ass..." He lolled his head back to look up at his husband. "Take all of it, Zed~" He moaned eagerly, his own cock pulsing and slapping up against his belly.

As the bull watched, the mink's throat was swelling to match the shape in his chest. Zed slid his hands up along his husband's body, applying pressure to where the arms were wrapped around the forming new cock. Under his fingertips, he felt LeeAnne's remaining limbs sink in, becoming no more prominent than veins beneath his fur.

"Take it.... Take all of it..." The mustelid continued to beg lustfully, getting more and more out of breath. He sputtered, coughing for a moment. Slick salty pre spurted out of his throat and out over his full, painted lips. Then, his whole torso and head pulsed. No more lungs, no more need to breathe to get in the way of the rising fluids.

Zed craned his head down, kissing the messy mouth of his husband while the mink's face swelled and reshaped a bit more with every beat of the bull's heart. As he parted the kiss, LeeAnne's fur was receding rapidly, revealing dark grey flesh the same color of the shaft he'd so recently buried inside the wide-hipped male.

The bovine stroked along the decreasingly fuzzy length, watching excess skin gathering up where LeeAnne's neck used to be, creeping up his brow towards his eyes and along the underside of his jaw. Zed decided to smooth things along, reaching down and tugging upward on the loose flesh that encased his cock. This forced his forming foreskin to fully coat the mink's swelling face.

LeeAnne moaned lustfully, but Zed only heard it in the back of his mind, where he had heard the mink's previous husband before his identity was assimilated into the bull's.

Zed pulled his hands back down, unfurling his foreskin to reveal a featureless cockhead, smudged with make-up diluted with the leaking pre. Even when the loose flesh grew taut behind the glans, the massive bovine continued to pull down, focusing.

Beneath his new cock, LeeAnne's cock was still there, the flesh turning dark grey to match the upper shaft. With a firmer tug downward, the lower swelled, size transferring between the two dicks. The separate scrotum still in the mink's fur swelled at the same time, weighing heavier onto Zed's.

As the bull rolled his hips, forcing his husband down until their cocks matched, the fuzzy scrotum suddenly merged into the fleshy one like two drops of water combining on glass. The fur faded away, leaving only signs of Zed on the bovine's body. Four balls, two cocks, and...

Zed looked down. He was so focused on making his husband a cock he hadn't tracked just how much his ass grew. Twisting his spine a bit, he stared at his hip. The bull lowered one broad hand and stroked over the top curve of his new lower frame. It crowded up against the back of his bell-belly, forming a crease where his hide rubbed against itself.

But far more present in his mind was that when he extended his arm, he couldn't quite reach the furthest point his hip extended out to. With some strategic squishing of the plump flesh, he got his hand down to that point, resulting in a beautiful display of pillowy flesh straining between his fingers and around his wrist, like he'd rested his hand on proofing dough as it tried to rise.

Both of his cocks pulsed, bouncing against one another as they spurted pre. A grunt escaped Zed's throat as he pulled his hand away. "Fuck, LeeAnne..." He muttered, hearing his husband's wordless croon of pleasure in return within his mind.

The doorbell rang.

Perking up, the bull turned his head towards the source of the sound. Compulsively he licked his lips. He'd seen the picture LeeAnne took, and the cute headshot shared with the contact info. He extended one leg with a pivot to step off of the bed. He was suddenly glad for the traction his foot had against the flooring, because the new mass of his hips made his ass want to keep turning, cheeks colliding and bouncing against each other with an audible clap.

Zed felt his cocks twitch and gush pre at the feeling of just how massive he was now. Arms extended for balance, he pressed his other leg off the bed to stand fully. His center of balance was significantly further back than he was used to, causing him to take a half-step back, which sent his gargantuan cheeks bouncing.

Exhaling slowly, the bull took a step forward. Bounce-sway-clap. Zed took another step. Bounce-sway-clap. By the third step he had gotten his balance back, but that didn't stop every shake and jostle from feeling amazing. And it so happened that the best way he found to walk with all that junk added beneath his ropy tail was a rolling hipsway much like his husband used in heels.

Thanks to being a hyper, Zed and LeeAnne's home had wide doorways with high clearances. Even then, with the mink's curves added to his frame, the bull felt one or both of his hips brushing each doorframe on the way to let in his guest. When he finally opened the door, all uncertainty about his new frame was gone, smiling smugly to the rounded face he saw perk up with a very visible blush.

"You're as cute as my husband told me." The bull rumbled.

Gaius went slack-jawed. "Y-you're LeeAnne's husband?"

"Don't worry, we swing." Zed stroked over his top cock with one hand, hearing the aroused giggles in the back of his mind. "Especially for a big cutie like you~"

The taur's eyes trailed down to the double cocks. "LeeAnne invited me to top him tonight..."

"Specifically, he invited you to pound that ass." The bull grinned. "Excuse me. This ass." He pivoted in place and slapped his hip as far down as he could reach without bending out of shape.

Confusion crossed Gaius' face, followed by flustered shock. "You're a pred?"

"My husband looks fucking delicious on me, don't you think?" Zed winked, stroking along the spot he spanked.

"Is he... aware right now?" The bull taur tapped his fingers together, continuing to stare at the beautiful curves of the bipedal bovine.

Returning to stroking his top cock, Zed gave it a squeeze. "He's right here, actually." He grunted, pre spurting from both shafts. "Listening to our little courtship~"

A very bovine low of lust rolled out of Gaius' chest as he stared at the top rod's fleshy head, where the bright make-up was still smeared. "C-can we head straight to the bedroom?"

"Follow me, cutie." Zed crooned with a sultry smile over his shoulder, completing his turn and retracing his steps back to the broad bed.

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Gaius grunted as he reared up on his hindlegs to get his forehooves onto the bed. His hanging gut immediately compressed against the foot of the large furnishing, getting a groan out of him, stifled behind his pressed-together lips. The only explanation he could think of for such a frame was Zed. He wondered just how much of the other bull's size was LeeAnne and how much was his own. Either way, the mattress' real estate would be needed for the two to sleep together on it...

"On your back to start." Zed ordered casually. He was facing away, both hands fiddling with something the taur couldn't see on the bookshelf.

The butterball bovine took a couple steps forward, grinding the foot of the bed down the curve of his gut to his erection. He bit his lip, before carefully crossing his forelegs, then his hindlegs. Shakily he leaned his tubby torso towards the headboard, holding his chunky arms on either side of his head. Then, with less practice than he would have liked on a first date? One night stand? Booty call? Whatever this was...

Gaius lifted one foreleg and the corresponding hindleg at the same time, the crossed position making the resulting topple turn him over, the motion carried by the raised legs getting thrown to a sprawled state. By the time Zed turned back towards the bed, the taur had managed to get on his back with a chorus of creaks and groans from the frame below. His head and arms were up on the large pillows, his horns nearly against the headboard. His hindquarters hung off the foot of the bed, however, chubby bull cheeks sagging off the mattress with his legs splayed in the air.

Zed strutted over, cocks bouncing and slapping against each other and the bell belly above. Pre splattered and swung from the uncut heads, sending little streams against his own thunder thighs and onto the taur. With what seemed like practiced ease, he put one knee on the mattress and straddled Gaius' lower belly. Before his houseguest could say anything, he leaned down and met him in a kiss.

The nervous taur moaned softly into the kiss, his forelegs tucking against the joint between his upper and lower body, while his hands reached to feel what he could reach of Zed.

In control, the more compact bull held the kiss, deepening it by pressing his fat tongue in to grind against its counterpart. His hands roamed over the upper belly of the taur as he grinded along Gaius' lower gut. The taur could feel his plump frame conforming to the lower of the two cocks, the constant pumping pre slickening up his short fur in the trail of the rolling motions.

Zed kept this up for a while, before parting the kiss, panting. "I've held back on cumming since before I added LeeAnne to my body, waiting for you to show up." He rumbled and brought one of his hands up to cup the fat cheek of the taur's face. "So, I'm a bit pent up~"

Gaius bit his lip, feeling the large palm cupping a good third of his face. "I think I can help with that..."

Without another word, the black-furred bull scooted forward until his powerful, well-padded thighs were pinning the taur's forelegs in place, his quad balls settled on the brisket of the other bovine. At his size, this meant that the twin heads of his uncut cocks were dribbling just above Gaius' face.

Inhaling the masculine scent with a huff, the rotund bull reached up and tugged the pair of dicks down to his muzzle. Gaius opened his mouth and slurped over the underside of the lower cock, getting a hefty pump of pre in his mouth and across the top of his head. The flavor danced across his tongue as the rich odor invaded his flaring nostrils, making his own unattended taur cock jolt and spray pre over his barrel.

"N-now I'm not on a hair trigger or anything..." Zed panted, his face just barely visible beyond the cocks, broad bell gut and powerful pecs to the longer bovine.

Before he could continue however, Gaius lunged his torso up enough to stuff the pair of uncut heads into his gullet, swallowing greedily. After that first taste he just had to have more. And he was promptly rewarded with that very thing.

The black bull lowed loud enough to shake the windows as his quartet of balls tugged in tight. The lower cock unleashed the full, thick seed down Gaius' throat first, followed by the top. The pair alternately worked in concert, keeping the taur's gullet working fairly consistently in order to keep the flow from escaping him.

The torrent was going so powerfully, in fact, he could feel it striking his forebelly's lower sphincter and just blasting on down to his bigger, lower gut. Gaius was in no state to try to watch anything, eyes hazy as he gulped with eager ardor. But even if he was, there was no way he could see his barrel swelling around the swinger couple's combined ass and hips.

It wasn't until he started to feel the strain in that broad bottom belly, that the flow was turned back to start swelling his foregut. The blubbery roundness of his torso's stomach strained up and pressed into the underside of the pair of pumping cocks. In the back of his mind, Gaius was sure he would have trouble standing on his hooves in the morning from all the added girth.

Zed didn't come down from his peak until that belly was taut enough to properly press up on his lower cock. And even then, the taur wasn't stopping his drinking. The hyper panted, both dicks gradually settling to a trickle, then running dry with a few twitches.

Only then did Gaius let go of them, panting with his jaws splayed. His hands weakly grasped towards the other bull's massive hips as he tried to catch his breath.

The bipedal bovine de-straddled the taur instead, pulling away with a soft sigh. This had the effect of reducing some of the strain on the pair of cum-filled bellies, the space Zed's massive ass had filled able to inflate to equalize the pressure now. He patted over his top cock, seeming to be recovering faster from his orgasm than Gaius was from receiving it. "LeeAnne looooves to feed big guys."

With the reminder of just who the upper dick was, the taur's cock slapped against his taut lower belly, still messily drizzling and spurting pre. He looked up at the bipedal bull, licking his snout and eyeing the pair of dark grey-fleshed rods.

The audible slap seemed to draw Zed's attention, as he slipped off the bed fully and walked around to where Gaius' hindquarters dangled off the mattress. Turning around, the massive ass of the bull was brought down to bear on that erection. From his position, the taur could only see the top curves of that ponderous posterior, but from the feeling he knew he was about to be hot-dogged...

"How's that, cutie?" Zed bounced in place, causing his mink-enhanced cheeks to slap around the taur's cock, and even some around his stuffed belly.

"I... I wanted to pound it..." Gaius said, feeling a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. All those gallons of bull cum had weighed him down even further. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stand before the morning.

"After that suck you gave me?" The black bull peeked back over his shoulder, re-adjusting the angle of attack for his ass. "I'm willing to pleasure you in return~" As he spoke, he bent his knees. Instead of sliding up between the cheeks like the previous bounces, this time Gaius felt his cock delve between and against the heated, fleshy pucker. And then he felt the anus spread around his tip.

A low escaped the longer bull's gullet as he realized what was next. His head slumped back on the pillows as he felt the ring of flesh descend towards his sheath.

Zed stood back up, then squatted again. With an ass that massive, it must have been easy for such a massive male to do that, as evidenced that he was speeding up.

With how turned on Gaius was from getting filled the way he had been, he didn't get very far in the ride before he blew. He trembled, feeling his own nuts jolt between his hindlegs. As he began to gush in earnest, he felt the fleshy walls around his shaft clench and ripple in a powerful milking motion. The taur, in his orgasm-addled state, wondered if all predators were this good at bottoming, at least if they took prey in up their asses...

When the bull taur finally came down from his own peak, he'd lost track of how many shots he'd unloaded in return. He panted heavily, feeling a few aftershocks in the form of twitches and jolts in his buried shaft, oversensitive to the milking motions.

Zed waited a little longer, before standing up and off of Gaius' rod. The clench returned just as the taur's head popped out, telling the longer bull that he wasn't going to spill a drop. The sudden coolness on his shaft made him tremble as he slowly looked over the domes of his bellies towards the married predator. The biped turned back towards the rotund bovine, looking far more round himself. His hands were rubbing the mottled sides of his belly, which in addition to being swollen with bull cum was squirming with visible bulges. "So, are you ready to stand up and work your hips~?"

Gaius let out a groan.