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It was the morning after the night before.

"Explain to me," Jerry's boss said, "How you thought this was a good idea."

Jerry groaned. He was hung over. Too much punch spiked with gin the night before. He hadn't gotten home until two A.M. and was supposed to have today off. Instead his boss sent an intern to get him and here he was, back at the zoo before sunrise.

Jerry's boss pointed over the railing. On the other side of the moat in the lion habitat was Maximilian the lion, lying on his side and fast asleep. He was still in the "lion in a lion costume" getup Jerry made from thrift store findings.

The costume alone would probably have provoked some sharp questions since they only put it on Max during visiting hours. What got Jerry called back in this morning was the great bulge in the lion's middle.

The college student had been in Max's stomach for six hours now and the lumpy bulge had rounded off as the lion's digestive juices did their work. The largest bones were still intact, though, and one of Max's big padded forepaws was draped over a bulge the shape of a man's face. Dimples in the lion's stretched belly showed the eye and mouth holes. Frank the Drunk Frankenstein's skull would break down soon enough and follow his flesh through Max's bowels, but now it stared accusingly back at Jerry.

Jerry groaned. "I took Max to a Halloween party at the frat."

"You did what? That's against every rule -"

"I know, I know. But Max is great with people, I didn't think anything would go wrong. And it didn't at first. Everyone loved him."

"Until he ate a man whole. I didn't even know he could do that!" Jerry's boss was livid. "Yeah, he swallowed that chihuahua, but that was a chihuahua!"

"It wasn't his fault. Everyone was super drunk, and Frank there -"

"Frank being the one wearing the lion costume that's digesting him."

"Yeah, that Frank. I wasn't in the room but Frank and the others thought Max was two guys in a lion suit."

"What?" Jerry's boss pointed. "It only covers his top! What kind of an idiot doesn't recognize that he's an actual lion in a lion costume?"

The shouting woke Max, who peered at them before waddling over into a corner of his cage and squatting. Quite a lot of what used to be Frank reappeared, no longer resembling a man in any way. The dye from the Frankenstein costume turned the lion's poop purple. When the interns shoveled it up, they'd find buttons from the suit and eyelets from the boots. The thick wool of the suit would eventually come back up in a slimy hairball but the leather boots dissolved and left the other way, just like Frank.

The two men watched in silence as Max yawned and lay down again. Processing a whole man through your guts is a lot of work and with nothing better to do Max was napping away the digestion of his huge meal. Lions sleep a lot at the best of times. A hundred and eighty pounds of midnight snack just made him sleep more.

"There was a no cell phone rule at the party," Jerry said. It was a crumb of comfort. "So there's no video. And most of the students thought it really was a costume. The only one who knew was Jenny, she was the first one to fuck Max and -"

"What?!"

Jerry winced. Stupid hangover. His boss went on. "The first one to what?"

"Look, Jim -"

"Explain," his boss said, but paused as the zoo vet walked up.

"I did an ultrasound," Kurt the vet said. "There's a whole man in there all right. I figure Max'll pass the rest over the course of the day, maybe part of tomorrow. The bones are softening but the big ones are still intact for now."

"Yeah," Jim said. He pointed at the face leering out of the lion's furry belly.

"We know Max can digest bones, nothing made it out in his poop that one time but chihuahua fur. We didn't know he could manage a whole man though. It's like when that guy climbed into the LA zoo polar bear pen last year. All they found in the bear droppings was coins from his wallet and the plastic soles of his shoes."

"So it's not going to cause Max any trouble." That was Jerry.

"Assuming he hacks up the clothes, no. He might be able to digest some fabrics, but I heard you say it was a Frankenstein costume, that's probably wool. I doubt he can digest that, it's going to come up as a hairball. Too big to pass."

"That's something." Jim turned to Jerry. "Now tell me about 'the first one to fuck him'."

The vet listened with great interest as Jerry explained. "Almost everyone was drunk. I wasn't there for most of it but apparently they noticed that the 'lion costume' was, well, male. Everyone dared this one sorority girl to fuck Max and she got him to mount her. Later a couple more girls fucked him but after the first one this guy, Frank,"

"Frank in a Frankenstein costume."

"It was a pretty good Frankenstein costume. Max was in that lion suit," Jimmy pointed down into the pen. "I forgot to take it off, I was drunk when I got back. So the lion in a lion costume had just fucked Catwoman. Jenny."

Jerry went on. "She's complaining about the barbs and said Max was a real lion but Frank I guess is jealous or something and thinks she just fucked the back guy in a two man lion costume. So he pries Max's mouth open and goes looking for the guys inside it."

"And he climbed right in."

"Shoved himself down Max's throat all the way to the elbows. Catwoman told me Max just stood there surprised but then he choked and swallowed. The other students thought it was some sort of gag and didn't do anything. I think Max was trying to breathe and unfortunately he swallowed instead of coughing Frank back up."

"And then," Jim said skeptically, "-After- Max swallows a man whole they fucked him some more."

"Drunk," Jerry reminded him. "Super drunk. They'd even fed Max some punch so he was a bit wobbly too. When I walked in Max was licking a girl in a nurse costume out and a nun was sucking his dick. He'd been there a couple of hours, I don't know how many times they actually fucked him. They thought Frank was asleep in there the whole time."

Jim shook his head. "If I wasn't looking at it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. We're going to get our asses sued off."

"Hold on," said Kurt. "Two people have ended up inside dolphins at Sea World this year alone and they had to endoscope a set of swim fins out of their orca's colon. That one sea lion at the sea life center in Long Beach has swallowed at least five people. Judges don't buy the 'It's the zoo's fault' line any more."

"It's because of that beach," Jim pondered. "All those videos of people fucking animals and feeding themselves to them. And that one safari camp thing. The one with the cheetah."

"We just spin this as Idiot Feeds Himself to Lion," the vet said. "College students get drunk and get killed in car crashes all the time. This one just got himself digested instead. The only thing anyone did wrong was to take Max to a frat party. We can blame it all on Jerry."

"Thanks," Jerry said morosely.

"They'll probably make a movie about it," Jim said. He was actually smiling.

"When this goes public it's going to change things," Kurt said. "I mean, no more petting zoo time for Max."

"Now hold on," Jerry said. "I spent the last week as his minder, since I made the costume. I think you're underestimating people and underestimating Max. He will just need a little more training. He's smart, he'll work out that there's Petting Zoo Time and then there's Alone Time. And of course we'd need to teach him when it's okay to eat people."

"It's never okay to eat people," Jim snapped.

"Really?" Kurt the vet pointed at a nearby wall with its painted-over grafitti. "You know that one guy who's been arrested here five times? The one the cops keep letting go, even when he pulled a knife on someone in the parking lot?"

The three of them looked down into the pen, at the sleeping lion, at the pile of what used to be Frank.

"Maybe if someone accidentally strayed into Max's pen and provoked him..." Jim pondered. He refrained from making air quotes around Accidental and Provoked, but the quotes were there.

"The first thing to do it make sure he's still safe to be around," Kurt said.

"Well, assuming I still work here," Jerry said, "I can handle that."

The popular lion was missing from the Big Petting event the next two nights, much to the disappointment of his fans. "Nothing to worry about," Jerry told them. "Max is just recovering from a mild stomach issue." Which was accurate enough, after all.

When there was no longer an incriminating Frank-shaped bulge in his middle Max returned to his duties. He was trained to be around people and animals in perfect safety and with Jerry always at his side just in case he'd picked up bad habits at the party. He let himself be petted right next to a zebra, a fossa, antelope, other animals and people, many of whom - animals and people alike - the zoo now knew would fit whole down his throat. There was no sign of a newly developed appetite for huge meals.

But his eye did wander in the direction of various female visitors, and Jerry had to apologize when a twenty-something lady in a very scanty set of shorts got a raspy lick rather close to her unmentionables. She jumped and Jerry guided a whiskery muzzle away from her butt before anything else happened.

Maximilian was a smart cat and was easily instructed as to what was proper. Soon he learned the new rules. He could look, but not lick.

He was perfectly polite and harmless when the news crew showed up the next day. The missing college student story had finally broken. Jim the manager reported the whole thing to the police but it took a while for the public to hear.

"Unusual local news," the female reporter said. She stood with her hand on Max's fake mane. He was in costume even though Halloween had passed, as it was relevant to the story.

"Max the friendly lion, a fixture here at the zoo, had an adventure the other night," she said. "In his lion costume he went to a frat party at a local college, and a drunk frat boy climbed into his mouth. Don't drive drunk, we always say. Also, don't drunk climb into a lion's mouth." She petted Max's muzzle and he licked her wrist.

"Ooh," she said. The editing crew would keep that in the final cut. "That's a rough tongue!" Flustered, she got back on script. "Rumor has it he was also a hit with the sorority girls at the party. Max here is just the friendliest lion...as long as you don't stick your head in his mouth. The college student who did, well, This, Too, Shall Pass."

Off camera, Jerry grimaced. He'd been resisting the urge to use that joke for days. "Max has a bit of a stomach issue, but it'll pass." And sure enough, Frank had.

The segment with Max played on the news that night, got repeated a few times and was quietly forgotten about. Places like Friendly Beach, not to mention actual man-eating werewolves on the police force, meant that "Local student gets swallowed by lion" wasn't the headline news it would once have been.

But the Internet remembered, and the college students closest to the action who hadn't been digested posted blogs about their experience with Max. There were no videos, but people heard about it. The Big Petting event was more popular than usual and a lot of the new visitors were unusually interested in Max.

Ma'am," Jerry told one 40-something woman a couple of days later. "Please, there are children present."

Max looked over his shoulder, disappointed she was no longer stroking his sheath, but as usual he was well behaved. The lion watched as his keeper took the woman aside.

"Stay after the zoo closes," he told her. "If you're really up for it. Max would enjoy the company but he's...well, sandpapery or worse anywhere you would want to touch him."

She smiled and blended back into the crowd. She was just another anonymous soul petting Zim the anteater, Paul the zebra and others. She was waiting at the exit when they locked up.

"Okay." Jerry took her aside. Her name turned out to be Kathy."What do you know?"

"I saw him on the news, and I did a web search. I found a college student's blog and she said, well..."

"Yes, he got with several students at the party. We'd like to teach him when that is appropriate. Would you like to help?"

"Oh yes."

"I'm afraid we need to have you fill out a few forms. Our lawyer insisted, it will only take a few minutes."

Half an hour later, with the legal niceties satisfied, he introduced her to Max. The lion perked up the second he saw Jerry arrive with her. The big cat's gaze went at once to Kathy, and he sniffed.

Max stood up and Kathy stepped forward. "You recognize me, don't you kitty?"

They were only a foot apart when Max stopped and looked at Jerry. The keeper adjusted one of the cameras. When that was done Jerry spread out the blanket he'd brought for this meeting. He pointed at the blanket, then at Kathy, and motioned her onto it.

"It's okay, Max. Have fun."

The blanket was a training aid, was the thinking. If the blanket was there, Max could have fun. No blanket, no fun. Max was a smart cat. He worked out what was going on when Kathy reached under his tail and grabbed his sheath.

"You like that?" Max did. He bent his head around and a wash of raspy tongue wetted down her shoulder. Not for the last time that night she winced. A lion's tongue is covered with tiny barbs which groom the cat's fur when he licks himself and can scour meat right off bone with enough licking. Even one strong lick stings.

"Gently, kitty."

Max rumbled his approval as she massaged his sheath. As a certain sorority girl learned a week before, it was possible to slide his sheath up and down the shaft until Max's cock stiffened. Soon it withdrew and she could see him.

"Wow." She gripped his shaft, her fingers only making it most of the way around. "I looked up lion dicks and this looks way thicker." In fact it was. A normal lion penis is as long or longer than a man's, but tapered. Max's didn't taper at all. Erect and unsheathed Max's was the size of a big man's.

And then there were the barbs. As he came erect the skin pulled back from the tip, exposing fleshy spines hooked back toward his balls. They were there to stimulate a lioness into ovulating. If you didn't excite her enough, which in the case of a cat meant having barbs, you got no cubs.

The zoo knew that Max had some Mer ancestry, who knows how many generations back. Since a male merfolk probably couldn't get a lioness excited enough no matter how enthusiastically he tried, Max probably had Mer DNA thanks to a mermaid fucking a male lion. It must have taken some convincing by the mermaid to get the lion to fuck her instead of eating her.

Max didn't need any convincing. He let out an approving growl as she slid her hand up and down his shaft, and after a moment's hesitation - those barbs were small but they were sharp and there were a lot of them - she let go of his cock and went down on all fours. The moment she pulled down her shorts Max stepped over her.

"Good boy...Ow!"

Jerry had wondered how Max would manage it. A lion isn't built like a human and he'd only seen Max get a blowjob. The answer was, Max had already worked out how to get in position to fuck a woman. He must have had some practice at the party because he straddled Kathy, hunched up and mounted her on the first try.

"Ow, ow!" Kathy's fingers dug into the blanket, a big padded forepaw on either side of her hands. Thanks to that long-ago Mer fucking Max had a number of unusual properties. A cock as thick as a woman's wrist was one of them. Kathy was fine with that. The barbs, on the other hand, were lion standard. Those took some getting used to.

But she knew what she was getting into. She'd read the student blogs and the discussion that followed, looked up pictures of cat penises. And Kathy liked it rough. Rough was what she got. Max slammed in and out of her, provoking a rapid series of yelps from his lover, then snarled and gaped his fangs over her neck.

But he didn't bite her. She hadn't tried to get away and Max had already figured out that humans are fragile.

Max snarled, dismounted, and Kathy gasped and collapsed. "Wow. That was, uh...different."

"Not too bad?" Jerry adjusted another of the cameras.

"Not too bad. Quick."

"Lions are quick. Quick and often."

"I read about...uh-oh." Max was already stepping back over her. Sprawled out, her ass presented an inviting target. She wasn't on all fours but that naked butt was right in front of him and it only took Max a moment to figure out how to fuck her in this pose.

"Jesus! Ow! Horny cat!" Max was humping up a storm already and again Kathy's fingers dug into the carpet.

"The lionesses find him a bit big. He doesn't get a lot of action. I guess he saved it up for you."

Kathy got what she wanted that night. She was in Max's pen for two hours and the big cat fucked her nine times. Max was a mixture of gentleness and violence. He carefully kept his claws and fangs out of her flesh but when he was on top he fucked like a triphammer.

Finally she'd had enough and pushed him away, but then guided his muzzle down south. Max proceeded to lick every inch of her exposed flesh with his broad raspy tongue. She gasped and grabbed his cheeks when that licking included her pussy, and racked up her third orgasm of the night. Afterward, the lion licked his chops and lazily watched her leave. He'd fuck her all night given the chance, but Max was a tame lion. Told 'no', he stopped.

Jerry escorted Kathy to the exit, sure he'd see her again. It had taken alcohol to get the three college girls to fuck Max. All it took with Kathy was curiosity. If Kathy didn't come back, some equally curious person would.

The next visitor to Max's pen didn't want to be there, that that fine. It wasn't as though he was given a choice.

The same grafitti tagger and vandal they'd seen so many times before came back a few days after Kathy fucked Max. This time two of the zoo staff, there monitoring a sick hippo overnight, cornered him and locked him in a supply closet. A phone call was made and just past midnight Jim showed up.

Kurt the vet was one of the men who caught the man and he and Jim shared a look.

"Head back to the hippo enclosure, Mike," Kurt said to the other staffer. "We'll call the cops. Maybe they will at least throw him in jail for a day or two this time. I'll be by in a bit."

But they didn't call the cops. They planned for the man to spend the night in a different sort of cell altogether.

"Why do I gotta be tied up, man," the vandal complained. He was heavily tattoed, some of them with the sloppy look of prison tats.

"Because when you're not, you run," Jim said. "It's harder for you to jump over fences with your hands behind your back."

"This isn't the way to the gate," the man said. He'd been in the zoo so many times he knew his way around almost as well as the staff did. He'd also done tens of thousands of dollars in damage and caused no end of other mischief, on top of the occasional mugging in the parking lot.

"We're just moving you until the cops get here," Jim improvised.

Kurt unlocked the door in the concrete wall they'd reached. From the back, animal pens are anonymous, just another building. The room beyond was little different from the closet the man spent time in, full of tools. It wasn't until they opened the next door that he suspected something was going on. He stepped out onto the dirt floor of Max's pen and when the lion snorted and woke up the vandal froze.

"Hey!" Jim's sudden shove sent the man face down onto the dirt and the two keepers quickly tied his ankles together with cord Jim had in his pocket for that purpose. The vandal watched wide-eyed as Jim motioned Max closer.

"Hey Max." Jim ruffled the lion's mane and Max chuffed inquisitively. He'd never had a tied up man in front of him before.

You don't get a sense of a lion's size until you're close. The forepaws in front of the vandal were as wide as his face and the shaggy mane blotted out the overhead lights. Max was a wall of tan and russet fur and even a friendly lion is scary when you're tied up in front of it.

"Scared straight? Not gonna work," the vandal said with the confidence of a man who's been arrested twenty times and never spent more than a day in a cell. Even dangerous people got released to free up space in jails. The overloaded courts couldn't be bothered to deal with minor criminals.

Jim and Kurt looked at each other. In the news the day before they heard about a series of fires set by a man just released from prison on arson charges. Some people aren't safe to have around. In a perfect world you'd put them in an asylum or jail. They would settle for putting this one in Max's stomach.

"Not gonna work, man," the vandal grinned up at them. "They always find the body."

"Body?" Kurt smiled back. "What body?"

While the vandal was distracted, Jim gagged him with a handkerchief. Then he patted Max on the head.

"Dinner time, Max."

Max was a smart cat but he looked back and forth at the two men in confusion. It didn't occur to him that the man tied up in front of him was a meal.

"Max," said Jim. "Look." He touched the ankle and wrist bindings, then pointed at the gag. The vandal grimaced up at them.

"Not gonna work," he tried to say through the gag. Jim pointed at him, then reached over and hooked his fingers into Max's mouth. Max didn't resist when the head keeper pulled his mouth open. Max was a very tame cat. Perfectly safe to be around...most of the time.

Jim pointed at the vandal with his free hand. Max looked at the man but promptly closed his mouth when Jim took his hand out.

"Well, I guess if you climb in it's one thing," Kurt said. "Max, sit."

Obediently the big cat sat down, and the two men hauled the vandal to his feet. Max was big even for a male lion and with the added fat from his recent meal he was close to five hundred pounds. Sitting down, his face was level with their chests.

"Okay, Max," Jim said. He hooked the lion's mouth open again. Then Kurt shoved the vandal forward.

"Hey -" he said through the gag, just before his head disappeared into Max's maw. Each man grabbed an elbow and shoved him deeper.

Max was a friendly lion. A few days ago, he'd have gagged and backed away. There weren't enough keepers here to force him to swallow the man.

But not that long ago a man climbed into his mouth and the people around him just laughed. Even when that encounter ended in a burp, no one seemed to care. Apparently there were times when it was okay to eat people, and with two keepers stuffing the tied-up vandal into his jaws, this was one of them.

Max yawned and let himself be fed. Sat back on his haunches he was braced against the push and his jaws creaked wide. The abnormally wide gape he inherited from his ancestors came in handy once again and when the two keepers shoved again the vandal was gone to the waist. The bulge of human head moved down his neck, barely visible through his mane, and the bulge of shoulders followed.

"If I didn't know he could do it I wouldn't believe it," Kurt said. He put his hand on the man's butt, but didn't shove. "Go ahead, Max."

Max looked cross-eyed at the set of hands just past his nose. The vandal was trying to brace himself to pull back out of Max's gullet but the hand on his butt kept him off balance. In a lion's maw to the wrists, backing away was the man's only chance of escape.

And then that chance was gone, too. Max ducked his muzzle and the man's legs bent involuntarily from the sudden push. The vandal's knees hit the floor of the pen and as Max's muzzle pushed downward there was nowhere for his butt to go but into Max's gullet.

Max lifted his head and the two keepers watched with a mixture of horror and interest as the lion swallowed the man whole. Max heaved his head upward and the man's weight kept him in place as the lion's muzzle jerked forward. The bulge in his mane changed shape as the man slipped deeper and he was gone to the knees.

It was not too late. They could grab the man's feet and pull him out. Scared Straight, they'd tell him, wipe the lion drool off him and send him off his way. The man's reddened face, singed by a brief exposure to a big cat's stomach acid, would remind him not to come back.

Max even hesitated, looking past the kicking feet at them. Kurt reached forward and Max opened his maw wider than needed to hold the legs. Even now, Max was willing to stop.

Kurt pulled the man's shoes and socks off. "Go ahead, Max."

Max went ahead. This human meal had gone down faster than the last one but his throat was still blocked and he needed to breathe soon. Max snapped his muzzle upward once again and a set of naked human feet were visible for a moment, behind his front fangs and stretched out on his raspy tongue. The fangs snapped together with a steely snap and Max's muzzle bobbed as he swallowed.

The two men watched the double bulge of feet move through Max's mane with morbid curiosity. They'd just done something horrible but it was too late for regrets. Too late for the vandal, anyway.

"He got away from us and ran off," Jim said. "He must have tried to escape through Max's pen. You wake up a sleeping lion, there's no telling how he'll react."

Max reached down with a forepaw. The padded pad pressed against his suddenly swollen belly and they watched him shift the man inside to a different position. Max had worked out very quickly how to get a man situated for easiest digestion. The vandal was kicking, but tied up and with no weapons he would suffer the same fate as a certain drunken college student.

"We should have taken his clothes off," Jim said.

"I've been reading," Kurt the vet said. "Carnivores are better at digesting clothes than you'd think. Wool he can't manage, that's just hair and nothing digests hair. Cotton pants and a shirt, though...well, I'm curious what comes up, or out. Not the shoes though, that's why I took them off. We don't need a sneaker getting stuck in Max's intestine."

Max pushed at his belly again. The struggle under the fur was weakening. Tied up and trapped in a lion's stomach, the vandal had no chance of escape. The lion let out a heavy belch as the inward pressure of his stomach squeezed out most of the air he'd swallowed, and yawned to get his jaws reset. They had creaked so wide to swallow the vandal they'd practically unhinged.

"Good boy." Jim petted Max's muzzle and got an affectionate lick in return.

They left Max sprawled out on his side, one paw draped over his swollen gut. The last struggle inside him had quieted and the vandal would be digested and passed just like the kid in the Frankenstein costume. He was smaller than Frank but they'd give Max two days off from his petting zoo duties.

"Max is prone to digestive upsets," Jim said. "That's what we will say. Don't worry folks, it'll clear up in a day or two."

"That'll work," the vet said.

The internal corridors between the cages let them out into one of the staff rooms. A young blond woman in a zoo smock was there.

"Okay, Coleen," Jim said. "Keep the recorders for Max's cage off until he's digested his meal. We don't want a record of this. Pesky equipment failures, you know."

Coleen nodded. Thanks to the news piece about Max and a certain drunken Frankenstein the whole zoo knew about the lion's adventure at the frat party. She'd also seen the footage from Max's one night stand with Kathy. Someone had to monitor the cameras, even when Max was eating someone, so they'd brought her into their little circle. The fourth member was Jerry, who was just an intern.

"The weird thing is," Kurt said, "I bet we could get people to volunteer to be eaten. There are some strange folks out there. People sometimes get into zoos, or the beaches where they don't reform, or that safari camp place, and feed themselves to animals."

"There's no accounting for taste," Jim joked. Kurt would turn out to be right. The first letters asking to be lion food were already on Jim's desk, as of yet unopened and unread.

There was no difficulty getting volunteers to do other things, too. Coleen waited for the two senior staffers to leave, locked the door, then followed the same corridor they'd used until she emerged in Max's pen.

"Hey Max," she purred, and the lion blinked awake from his full-bellied nap. He saw the blanket under her arm and needed no coaxing to step onto it when she motioned him close. She gave his haunch a shove and with a series of gestures got the gorged lion to lie down and roll onto his back. The fact that she'd already taken off her shorts and was naked from the waist down made Max very cooperative indeed.

Coleen had given the whole situation some thought. It only took a minute of pumping Max's sheath to get him to unsheathe. Max craned his neck to try to see what she was doing after that happened.

What she was doing was putting a condom on him. None of the other women who'd fucked Max knew that there was a chance, a tiny chance but a chance nevertheless, that the lion could knock them up. The unnatural virility of the Mer passed down through the generations just like the ability to swallow prey whole. She wasn't taking any chances.

And, she hoped, the condom would keep Max's barbs under control. With the condom unrolled as far as it would go over the lion's cock she straddled him and Max let out a happy rumble as his shaft slid into his fifth human lover.

Sure enough, the condom kept Max's barbs from dragging over Coleen's tender inner bits and lying on his back, he couldn't do his jackhammer thrusting. Between that and the condom reducing the sensations of sex Coleen found he lasted a lot longer each time.

The pressure of her hands on his lumpy belly forced out a bubble of air and Max burped as Coleen bounced on his cock. It really was a win-win for everyone.

Well, everyone but the vandal dissolving in his stomach, and they were having too much fun to think about him.