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She was partly hidden behind her towering stacks of chips. Nobody could touch her. With the casino guards standing nearby - gruff, generally muscular types wearing sunglasses and grim expressions - everyone knew she couldn't possibly be cheating. Maybe she was just that good. The hefty tigress sat in her seat, slowly swishing her tail, sometimes adjusting her glasses. She might have passed for someone's sweet old auntie at first glance if it wasn't for the leather jacket, and the blatantly crude message written in messy pink lettering along the back.

SLUT DISPOSAL

Jackson did a double take when he walked by her from behind. His eyes had been on her winnings at first, to the point he almost missed it. The black lab paused right where he was and just stared for a moment, wondering what exactly he'd just walked in on. The murmuring of the crowd had attracted him over in the first place, but he soon found it was her he couldn't take his eyes off of, who demanded his attention by her presence alone. He stood just like one of the tacky golden statues the casino loved to decorate with, burning a gaze into the back of her head while she sat and waited patiently for the last card to be turned over.

"Eight of clubs," the dealer said. He was a serious-looking possum who managed to be fairly imposing even at a smaller size, just through sternness alone.

It wasn't much of a tide-turner. Of the five upturned cards, there was little potential for a decent hand, no matter what was hidden in front of the tigress herself. All eyes were on her. She tapped the table with a claw and then nonchalantly pushed a massive pile of red chips towards the centre of the table.

"Anyone? Lorrin? Bosco? Tina? Jane? Macy?"

Though he couldn't see her expression from there, Jackson swore he could feel the intensity of her big cat glare on each of the other players. She looked them over in turn, leaving Jackson to guess she'd spoken their names in the same order. None of them could seem to quite meet it. A very flustered eagle was actively losing feathers for how much he was shuffling around when he had her attention. The bull visibly blushed and took to fidgeting with his tie when she moved on to him. A pair of raccoon and kangaroo women took each other's hands and murmured to themselves, pretending to ignore the big cat. Then there was the cheetah, who bit her lip but still didn't quite meet the eyes of the tiger when it was her turn at last.

Everyone started pushing their cards forward, one by one. No one dared. Jackson felt an intense urge to know exactly what the tigress was concealing. Was it a clever bluff, or a double play to convince everyone to be just as bold as her? With everyone folding, he wasn't going to get a chance to see. It was that thought that seemed to motivate him, to guide him right into an empty seat without so much as a second thought. He'd been just walking around with his chips, looking for a place to bet them until then, and it was time to gamble.

The dealer nodded to him, but it was the tigress whose attention he quickly caught. She smiled as she leaned her chin on her hand to address him.

"What's this? A new challenger? Good. These bunch are getting too scared to have any fun." She raised her voice a little. "Don't you want to get your share of all these?"

Reaching out to grasp a double handful of chips and let them fall back to the table between her fingers had a way of squishing her exposed cleavage together between her arms. The way she wiggled from side to side gave her bust a generous jiggle. Of course Jackson took a look while he still could.

"Emily," she said, extending her hand.

"Oh." That was all Jackson could get out at first, but he eventually remembered his name. "Jackson, actually."

"Mister Jackson it is. What does the O stand for?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Ahh, Zero Jackson. I think my nephew sent me a few of your tracks."

"Huh?"

"Just joking with you. Well, good to meet you, Zero. I'm hoping you can bring a little excitement to this game. It's far too uneventful for me. You know this casino lets you bet more than just chips, right?"

"They do?" He wasn't usually so muted, but he couldn't figure out how to make conversation with her. She simply had his tongue.

"Mmhmm. We'll see what happens." She left it at that and turned away as soon as the next hand started.

Jackson found himself peeking at the two cards in front of him and trying his best not to wag his tail. Dogs like him always struggled not to make their tells obvious. Two nines was a pretty decent start. It got even better when the flop revealed a third one. He started it intently as if doing math in his head. Having seen the tournaments in passing on TV, he knew it wasn't just a matter of having good cards - he was supposed to make sure no one else could form anything better too easily. How he was actually supposed to calculate that, he had no idea. All he knew was he felt emboldened enough to see Emily's modest bet when it came around to his turn.

Was that the little twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth? Maybe that was a tell, or maybe she was just pleased to have a player who didn't fold right away. He peeked at his cards one more time as if they might have changed since the last time he looked. Still nines. The turn and the river didn't give him much of anything else, but the mismatched suits and lack of straight potential left him confident. This time, when Emily checked, it was his turn to push his chips forward first.

"Hmm," she said, inspecting him closely, as if with x-ray vision. "Very well. I'll see it."

His heart thumped. It wasn't pounding, it was just a single, sudden pump of excitement and nervousness alike. He wasn't bluffing, but she made him feel like he was. Yet when the moment came and their hands were revealed, he realized he was all worked up for nothing. He won. A respectable stack of chips came sliding his way thanks to the dealer, and another hand resumed. He looked to Emily to see what she might have thought about it all, but it was hard to read her. She didn't seem shaken by her small loss.

The next hand didn't go his way. He quickly folded his mismatched cards when any money started going around. There were three hearts on the table right from the flop. That made the eagle start the betting off big. Chips clinked and people murmured, but Emily wasn't to be shaken.

"I'll raise that," she said.

"Call!" was the eagle's swift reply. He wasn't exactly wearing a poker face, even with a beak.

"You're short," the dealer calmly noted. "Will you play collateral?"

"Uh? Sure! Yeah! What's that?" Lorrin's eyes were narrowed, focused intently on the cards in front of him.

"Offer something of equal value to the deficit, and we can continue play."

"Hmmm. Hmmmmmm." The eagle rubbed his beak. "I dunno. I don't really have anything to offer but myself."

It sounded like a joke, especially given the wink he offered along with it. Yet the dealer didn't so much as change his expression. With a swift nod, he turned to Emily.

"Will that be an acceptable bet, ma'am?"

Emily thought about it, brow arched. Then a smile slowly spread over her lips. Jackson could see her fangs glinting in the light.

"One handsome feather duster all to myself? Hmm, yeah. That will do."

"What?" The eagle visibly startled, before just laughing it off. "Sure. Whatever. Bring on the cards!"

His expression went from enthused to a little fallen when the turn came. An offsuit, off-sequence four clearly wasn't what he was hoping for, judging by his visible sulking. Still, there was one more, and with everyone else folded and nothing left to bid, the dealer got right to it. Another unwanted card left the eagle slumped in his seat before the cards were even revealed. Then he sat up straight and blurted something to the dealer when it wasn't even his turn.

"Uh, uh ... fold!"

The dealer gave him a look that was sterner than usual.

"You have already gone all in. You cannot fold now."

"Wait, but I wanna ..."

The dealer was very firm when he reminded the bird of the rules.

"All bets are final. The players will turn over their cards now, please."

Emily revealed a modest high pair that would have been easily beaten by the straight or the flush the bird was going for, but he didn't get either. He didn't even bother flipping his cards over when he knew he was defeated.

"The hand goes in the lady's favour. You'll deliver yourself to her now, sir," the dealer sternly said, gazing down his snout.

"Huh?" The eagle shifted in his seat. "I mean. Whatever. She gets my chips, right?"

"Yes. And yourself, as you stated." The possum bowed his head, then made a gesture towards the tigress. "If you will please."

Emily sat where she was, making no effort to approach the bird she had just apparently 'won.' Instead, she slowly licked over her lips and started up a low, barely perceptible rumble. It wasn't a purr. Jackson could feel it more than hear it, and it kept him on edge in such a way that made him hold perfectly still in his seat no matter how much he wanted to squirm. The eagle shifted his eyes around as an odd silence fell upon the casino. The slot machines were still beeping and the background chatter was as lively and drunken as ever, but for those moments, it felt elsewhere.

Finally, the eagle slipped out of his chair, under the gaze of all around him. He took each step towards the tigress with great hesitance even as she beckoned to him, flashing a wider and wider grin each second. When he stood in front of her, she simply wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him right up into her lap without a word. He didn't resist. There he sat, considerably dwarfed by her, with a pair of plump tigress tits atop his head as she raked in all her winnings. Jackson wondered what those rumbles must have felt like, all pressed up close to her like that. He could hardly focus on the next hand when he was busy watching Emily run a paw down the bird's chest, then his belly, and then dip it right into his pants.

She wasn't even trying to hide what she was doing. A quick glance at her cards, and she played out the next hand as if nothing unusual was happening, despite the obvious up and down motion of her arm. The eagle quivered in her grasp while she jerked him off mid-game, going through the betting stages. He managed to suppress a full squawk, but he did shudder and groan when her pace increased. She lost the hand, but knew when to pull out, and set to finishing him off while he remained obediently in her lap.

"Good boy," Jackson heard her whisper to her new toy, her possession.

"Y-yeah?" the bird asked, as if he didn't believe it.

"You can cum in your pants for me if you want."

She wasn't even whispering that. Massaging his stiff cock under the table and continuing with her game, she found herself with another hand she couldn't win. This one went to the cheetah across the table, though she barely seemed to notice. She was busy watching too - and she leaned in with even more interest when Emily made her move. It was as casual as sipping a drink when she parted those dark lips, bared her fangs, and dipped down to wrap her jaws around the entire feathery head of the eagle she had rightfully won for herself. She could do anything she wanted with him, at least by the casino's rules.

The bird barely even reacted at first. Maybe he was just frozen in place by the sudden stimulation. Jackson gasped out loud, on the other hand. He couldn't keep silent while he watched that older tigress so calmly mouthing over her living prey, overtaking his whole face until his head started to bulge in her throat. The creamy white neckfur sagged with the shape of her next meal. She gave her first big gulp and that was when the bird finally registered that he was being eaten. Though the best he could do was stiffen and wiggle back and forth, testing the very much unbreakable grip of the tiger's hungry head-glomp.

He was stiff indeed when she pulled him deeper, showing off his bare cock poking out of his unzipped pants. She continued stroking him until he went extra rigid between her fingers right about the moment her lower fangs started dotting down the middle of his back. She nibbled him and sucked on him while she pleasured him, and the result was him giving a nice hot blast of spunk all over his drool-soaked shirt before he was gone. Holding him there, letting him quiver and kick, bumping his scaled feet into the table, she pulled down his pants to make the rest of her meal easier without so much as delaying her turn.

Jackson's remaining doubt that she was really going to do it was quickly undone by her ravenous swallowing. She called the bull's bold bet, pushed her chips in, and then she took her meal by both hands so she could stuff him completely away. Shoving and gulping hard, turned him from a squirming, dripping bird into a descending neckbulge vanishing behind her tits. Shrugging and squeezing him away with a mist of feathers and spit alike flinging up into the air, she rolled her shoulders in one great final swallow that responded all throughout the whole casino. Or at least that was how it felt to Jackson.

He was hard watching her belly round out and jiggle with the added weight. Her gut squished against the side of the table, but there was just enough room she didn't have to scoot back. Rubbing her middle and swishing her tail kept her distracted for long enough the dealer eventually had to verbally prod her.

"Your bet, ma'am?"

To properly convey her response she had to stretch her jaws wide open and give everyone a good look at the bright pink flesh and hungry black tunnel at the back of her throat.

"URRRRALP." The belch shook her tower of chips and Jackson's bones alike. "Call."

Like that, the bird was gone, and the churning began. It was audible in an instant. Jackson ended up calling a bet he really shouldn't have while he sat there, staring at Emily's faintly wobbling middle. His dick was so stiff he thought he was going to cream his pants. Maybe she hadn't been talking to the bird when she spoke of that. He felt as if all it would have taken was a slight shift in his posture and that would have set him off. There was no way he could stand up and leave the game anytime soon. He didn't want to anyway. As long as he took care not to bet more than he intended to lose, or to think he could still fold after going all in. What was that eagle thinking anyway?

It didn't matter anymore. The noisy glrrrsh and glurrrrrrn of Emily's belly was aggressive enough to make the dealer have to raise his voice a little just to be heard. Jackson kept glancing over now and then to get a better look at that gut pushing out beneath the tiger's exposed bra. His eyes went wide when he realized just how much it was shrinking. While not immediate, Emily's rapid, noisy digestion had her middle already pulling in tighter and tighter around the faint shape of her prey. There wasn't anything distinct outlined beneath the bulge of her white fur, but that round weight was getting smaller before Jackson's eyes.

He somehow managed to poorly play three more hands with his gaze firmly fixed on Emily's middle. Now and then he glanced up to meet her eyes, only to stray back down. He couldn't hide what she was doing to him. She didn't make him feel like he needed to. A quick lick of her lips and a pat of her swiftly diminishing middle left him shuddering with a strange sort of pleasure like a chill coming over him, no matter how warm he felt. It wasn't until her gut had flattened and smoothed over again - albeit softer and heftier than before that she bothered to actually speak to him.

"I'd gladly play for you too, Zero."

Put on the spot like that, the only response he could think of was to suddenly break out in awkwardly loud laughter.

"Ha! We'll see!"

The blush that fell over him felt more like he'd ignited. Where did that come from? Everyone was looking. It certainly sounded a whole lot bolder than he actually felt. Tapping his toes on the floor, he anxiously awaited the next hand just so everyone would stop looking at him, and thankfully once it was dealt out, someone else made more of a scene than he did. Every time he'd looked over at the bull, Jackson couldn't help but notice the big guy was downing yet another glass of alcohol. Someone of his muscular size could certainly hold his liquor better than a skinny dog, but even he was swaying by then, and his voice was just a few octaves too loud.

"Hey! Cat!"

There were two of them at the table, of course, and he got both of their attention. His eyes were focused solely on the tigress across from him as he bellowed his challenge.

'I want everything you've got. I'll put up all this and me too. I'm betting it all."

He must have had one hell of a pocket to be going in that hard. The dealer hadn't even laid out the flop yet. Or he was just drunk. That seemed more likely when he put in the effort to shove over all those chips, but only ended up knocking them everywhere. He cursed and grunted as he reached under the table to retrieve what he'd lost. Whether he managed to get everything seemed unlikely, but he continued shoving the pile towards the unamused dealer to count. The possum went about his business with his lips pursed tight.

"The gentleman is 3000 short. Will his offer suffice to make up for the difference?"

Emily lashed her tail dangerously. "For all that meat? It's a deal."

Jackson was definitely out with his useless cards. It was just the two of them having a showdown, their cards overturned. The bull's confidence wasn't entirely misplaced. Only mostly. He had a pair of deuces dealt to him, which beat Emily's four and five of hearts at the very least. His position looked better when a pair of sixes showed up on the flop, along with the eight of hearts. The way he stood up tall to roar his triumph, it seemed like he already thought he won. The dealer didn't bother to notify him when he continued, revealing another heart, and then a third on the river. By then, the bull was already flexing to the onlookers, pumping himself up for the big win he never had.

"The hand goes to the madam. Your chips, miss."

Emily gathered them up and began to nonchalantly stack them while the bull continued his celebrating. He ended up so caught up in his drunken confidence that he walked right over to an attractive mouse girl just to mutter something incomprehensible but supposedly flirty to her. She didn't look him in the eye. Her gaze was instead focused on the slow approach of the tigress stalking towards him. Or at least it felt like a stalk to Jackson. She was merely up and walking, albeit silently, until she was standing right behind the still-oblivious wall of beef.

He was definitely stronger than her, but she was taller and thicker. Stronger than she looked, too. The grip she had on him when she snatched him by the horns was enough to stop him in his tracks.

"How much do you want to bet I can break these off?" came her rumble as she leaned in, resting her chin atop his head.

"No way. No way you can." The bull was still all snorts and bravado even when her hold on him seemed to oddly subdue him.

Emily dropped her voice extra low. It wasn't quite a whisper. More of a subtle snarl. "If I win, I get to eat you."

The bull's response was just to snort disbelievingly. It wasn't an outright agreement, but it didn't really matter. Emily started bending. It was hard to tell if she was concealing some hidden muscles beneath her crudely-sloganed jacket or if the bull's horns were a lot more brittle than they appeared, but with a satisfying more like that of a twig than a proud bovine crown, they came neatly free in the tigress' clutches. Jackson flinched at the sound, even if he knew it probably wasn't painful. She held them for a moment while the bull stood there, stock still, seemingly in disbelief. When he sharply whirled around, the lab wondered if he was about to witness a fight.

Instead, the bull's expression was one of awe. His jaw dropped and he started up at the big cat in front of him as if suddenly sober. She tossed aside his horns, took him by the cheeks, and moved in to kiss him. It started out that way, anyway. Soon she was pushing deeper and deeper into their embrace, using his sturdy form as support to overtake him with her stripey bulk. Her prey-fattened belly squished against his abs when she began to stretch her jaws over his face. The process was gradual, and yet still so frighteningly fast all at the same time.

Jackson somehow managed to play, and win, an entire round of poker without even looking at his cards. Everyone else at the table was just as distracted as him. Aside from the dealer, anyway. That gruff fellow continued on with his work, completely ignoring the bull being swallowed whole by the tigress just a few steps away. Emily went on with her feast, working down that broad neck, then overtaking his powerful shoulders with nothing more than persistence. It meant opening up extra wide and giving a considerable stretch to her jaws, but that didn't seem to bother her. Jackson's view of the whole thing was partly obscured at his angle, but that didn't stop him from staring at the whole process, and squirming a little more with every single deep, wet gulp he heard.

Emily overtook her meal in the span of a few minutes. In the end, she only missed two full rounds of poker. Slowly undressing that handsome fellow as she went, using her claws when she needed, she slathered up that shiny, muscular body in tigress drool. It was pouring out of her in such excess that Jackson could almost swear he could taste the bovine himself. All that meat slipped down the big cat's throat, bulged beneath her bust, then sagged down into her belly nice and smoothly thanks to dehorning him before consumption. Though there was one horn she'd missed along the way, unveiled when she got over Bosco's taut middle. She was exactly as attentive to it as she could be without for a moment ceasing her swallowing.

That meant the bull's dick got to dance and slide along the tiger's tongue as she engulfed his hips, but she didn't stop to suck him off. It didn't matter. Jackson heard that big mooing bellow of pleasure even with Bosco's head stuffed down inside Emily's bulging gut. She made that stud cum while she ate his muscular body, spanking his ass with her tongue on the way in. He splashed his seed down her chin, and all over her cleavage, but that was just a small fraction of how much he produced for her while she devoured him. She gulped it down with a succulent chugging motion that rolled through her whole body at the same time as she reached up to smack her palm flat against the bottom of his hooves once they were in reach.

From there it was nothing more than a smooth, long swallow, shaking through her form, jiggling along her curves. She gulped down that whole damn bull even when it left her with a belly too big to get her arms around. It left her lurching forward briefly, but she straightened up and gave a little puff of a belch once she'd fully stuffed him away - a mere sample of what was surely to come. A few squishes and squeezes, then a deep kneading to her gut was all it took to help all that beef settle in. Using a scrap of his torn-up shirt, she wiped his cum off her fur and turned back to join the diminishing table once again. She massaged him as she walked, hurrying back to her chair to make sure she didn't lose out on the game for too long. This time, she did have to scoot her chair back just to fit the bulge in her stomach.

Jackson wasn't sure how it was possible, but the sound of her digesting her second meal was even louder than the first time. It made sense given just how much meat she was working through, but it was certainly distracting. Jackson ended up accidentally flipping over one of his cards right in front of everyone when he was startled by a particularly aggressive glurrrrch. It accompanied a sudden, drastic shift in her belly, one that pulled inwards around the once-solid frame of the bull inside the tigress. She was already digesting him, already melting him, already adding him to her stripey body right in front of everyone, and all she had to say about it was that triumphant roar of a belch that rumbled out of her depths and burst forth over the whole table.

URRRRRRRRRRruuuuuuuuRRRRRRP!

It came in two phases. It blew back Jackson's ears. He was pretty sure he could taste Bosco himself for a few moments. That humid air dwindled but he was left no less sweaty. He couldn't hold back his panting. Emily offered him a sweet, even gentle smile when they locked eyes for a few moments, but he couldn't return her gaze for long. Especially when so much was still going on with her belly. It shifted and wiggled, jostling around that undefined but hefty bulge, when it wasn't simply loudly gurgling away at the strong form of her meal. If she could digest him, she could digest anyone, Jackson couldn't help but feel.

The lab was losing chips, little by little. His bets were always modest, but the stack was diminishing just as quickly as Emily's bull-filled belly. She digested Bosco right in front of everyone until she slowly trimmed out to something slimmer and softer as the minutes passed. It was far from instant, but it might as well have been. In the span of half a dozen poker hands, she turned a muscular, handsome stud into a great big layer of pudge on her middle, along with plenty more weight on her tits. They looked like they were liable to pop right out of her bra by the time that shape in her gut was little more than a faint lump. Then there was how much more tightly her pants were hugging up around her thighs and ass. All that stretchy black denim squeezed her extra curves so nicely, Jackson couldn't help but note when he stole a glance.

She knew he'd been looking, but when she turned to him in the middle of a stare, he still startled. It was mainly because she was solely focused on him all of a sudden. She had that predatory glare that tigers did so well, to the point he wondered if she was just going to pounce him right then and there. Was that allowed? He hadn't put himself up for betting, and he had no plans to get eaten by her that night, no matter how much of a boner she was giving him. Instead, she leaned close and spoke in a soft, covert tone to him and only him.

"Hey. Zero. Give me your hand. I want to take you somewhere." Then she raised her voice. "Quick break for us, I think. Time to take care of our feathery and horny friends."

The dog quickly glanced at the dealer, who had just finished cleaning up the most recent round, pushing a small stack of chips to the cheetah. The possum nodded, silently damning the dog to whatever Emily had planned for him. Jackson knew he couldn't resist. He couldn't bring himself to. It wasn't fear. She was simply more powerful than him, and that meant he was going to listen to her, whether he felt ready to or not.

Up they went, leaving their winnings behind. The security would surely make sure nobody made off with them while they were gone, for however long they were. That wasn't what had him all worked up. His heart thumped when she led him away from the public eye and into the bathrooms. The stall doors and toilets themselves were just as faux-gold-plated and tacky as everything else in the casino. He had no idea what he was doing there, but he was still following her as she tugged him along. It wasn't until she kicked one of those stalls open and gave him a sharp look

"Stay."

Not only did it work on him, he found himself wagging his tail just at the joy of obeying. He stood right where he was and didn't move, even knowing what he was about to witness. Emily got her belt unbuckled and sat her stripey ass down on one of those shiny toilets. It wasn't going to look so fancy when she was done with it. This was never his thing, never something that turned him on in the slightest, and yet he was absolutely pounding in his pants watching what she was about to do. That delicious pair was already through her system. There was only one thing left to do.

With her pants around her ankles and her striped legs on display, she nestled down and started to shit out Lorrin and Bosco alike all in one go. It wasn't five seconds after she started squeezing out that feather, hair, and bone-strewn mess that she hit the flush for the first time. It was going to take a whole lot of effort on behalf of the toilet to survive her post-meal dump. That entire bull had somehow been processed in the span of a single evening, a single play session into tigress fat and the massive shit piling up beneath her despite constantly flushing as soon as she could.

"Look at you," she said as she finished off her hefty dump. "You've always wanted to watch the big conclusion of a predator's work, haven't you?"

"No." His vehement denial wasn't going to be convincing any juries.

"Watch a little longer. Then head back. I'll join you in a minute. We still have a game to play."

Jackson couldn't help but notice that at no point did she give him permission to cum, no matter how much he might have wanted to. He was just going to have to stand there and throb aching while she noisily dumped out the last of that growing mound of former bird and bull alike. All churned down to tiger shit, so quickly, so efficiently, existing as nothing but her curves by then - those thoughts swirled through the horny dog's mind until eventually he just awkwardly shuffled away, still thinking about what he'd seen. Part of him wished he'd stuck around to get a glimpse of the final product, even if he had no idea why he wanted that.

The other players shot him various looks when they saw him return. The raccoon and kangaroo looked surprised to see him again. Maybe they assumed Emily had led him off to eat him too. The cheetah just gave him a smirk. She must have known how this whole thing worked. He could hear her purring when he moved past, but he didn't say a word. There really wasn't anything to say at that point.

They played a hand without Emily, but she eventually showed back up. Striding past the rest of them, she returned to her seat just as before and didn't remark on her absence further. Only Jackson knew for certain what she'd been up to. Though she hardly seemed full. That much was evident by her aggressive betting, bullying the other players into folding even when they still had something decent. Jackson probably would have won a lot of money if he'd just held onto his cards a little more often, but he wasn't about to let himself run out of chips.

Macy wasn't nearly as careful. She called Emily's bets and even raised them sometimes when she didn't have a chance of winning. Maybe she thought she was being clever, calling the tiger's bluffs. That didn't seem likely though when she got down to the very last of her stack and just shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal. There was only one last card to flip over and there was a two pair on the table. One match would have meant a full house, so surely she must have had something when she put up her next big offer.

"Alright, here's what I've got. You can have my top, my skirt, my bra, my panties, and oh yeah, me." With her elbows on the table, her tail up and wiggling back and forth, she gave a flirty look to the well-fed tigress. "But I'm totally not going to lose. No way."

Her wink gave Jackson mixed messages. That was ridiculous. Nobody would go that far on purpose, he thought. Yet when the cards were revealed and he realized the cheetah didn't even have a matching pair, while Emily did, he found himself nibbling his lip, trying to understand it. The cheetah stood straight up and started stripping right in front of everyone. By the way she moved her hips, it wasn't the first time she'd teased her way down to her naked spots with an audience.

Jackson ended up catching her bra. He didn't mean to grab for it, but he couldn't help it when it came soaring in his direction. Quickly discarding it so he didn't look weird, he watched the cheetah sauntering around from one side of the table to the other, slowly swaying as she went. The tigress didn't stand. She simply reached out for her offering, leaving Jackson to wonder if she could possibly still have room left. Well, he did watch her making room, but it was hard to fathom she could possibly be hungry after two whole people.

Maybe it was just teasing. Emily took the cheetah up into her lap, squeezed her all over, and the two of them simply cuddled for a while. The naked cat rubbed over the tiger's belly, grabbing at some of the added fat there. Her purrs escalated at that. Macy was all kinds of wiggly, and Jackson's keen nose easily picked up on the scent of feline arousal coming off of her. He certainly didn't miss it when the tigress started fingering the horny cat in her lap, keeping the play going with the other hand for several more rounds, whittling away at the other three player's earnings with her usual bluffing, intimidating, or just knowing exactly when to hold onto what she had. It was starting to look like her appetite was truly sated, right up to the moment the tigress went in for the GLOMP.

The muffled moan that escaped the cheetah when she found her whole head caught in the bigger cat's jaws was enough to send a shudder down Jackson's spine. Emily continued toying with her prey, pumping her digit in and out of Macy's wet pussy. The squelch of lust was plenty audible all across the table. She used that grip to slowly push the naked feline down her throat, inch by inch, spot by spot, loudly gulping on her without actually making much progress. It might have looked like she was struggling to fit the cheetah at first, but Jackson was pretty sure she was just teasing. Macy was so turned on by what was happening to her that the sound of her pleasure was plenty audible all the way down.

Of course Jackson took a good look when he found himself presented with the fine spotty ass of the cat getting eaten whole and fingered numb two seats away from him. Emily hefted Macy up in her jaws and continued pleasuring right up until she got a shriek and a squirt from the cheetah. Jackson felt a faint misting of fragrant juices hit his face even where he sat. He was left blinking, then sheepishly licking his lips to get that faint taste. It certainly wasn't helping his cock ache any less. Nor was watching that shapely cheetah vanishing past the tiger's dark lips, squeezed between her fangs, bulging down that creamy gullet as if she was made to fit there.

One long shrugging swallow was all it took to finish off yet another player. Emily shrugged her shoulders, then pulled her jacket back up once Macy was fully settled in her middle. This time she didn't even belch that impressively. A little urp was all it took to help get Macy comfortable inside of her, and she was right back to cards. The gurgling grew potent and overbearing in the following seconds, but this time, she didn't even manage to get all the way through digesting her most recent meal before she had another offer on the table.

"Hey, dealer," Tina said. It was the first time Jackson had actually heard her speak. The apparent couple had been mostly chattering among themselves the whole time, but both of their chips were short. The possum wordlessly turned to who had addressed him, and she went on. "Does it have to be yourself that you bet, or can we get creative?"

"That's up to the other players in the game."

"Alright. Well." She leaned over and squeezed the kangaroo by the tit, which just made her giggle. "All in, along with Jane here. Winner gets her."

To Jackson's surprise, he found the dealer actually turned to him first. He was still in the round, and he was feeling pretty good about three of a kind, at least. With a look down at the cards in front of him, and then one at the raccoon and kangaroo staring at him with expressions he couldn't quite discern, he ended up just shrugging.

"Uh, actually, I'll just fold."

The dealer nodded and moved on. "And for the madam?"

"Interesting. I think that's good enough for me."

Jackson wasn't sure what he felt when he saw nothing higher than a two pair getting overturned after that. He would have won if he stuck around, but what was he going to do with a giggly kangaroo who expected to belong to a tigress? This time, Emily actually did get up from her seat. She moved slowly with her gut still so full, jostling and bouncing that belly up and down as she moved. Jackson flattened his ears when it sloshed past. That was just too much. Hearing the sound of digestion from so close was more than he could handle. He was twitching, whimpering, and for a moment he swore he came in his pants right there. Not quite. He managed to keep it to nothing more than precum, but that meant every moment he spent edging was almost unbearable.

While he whimpered, Emily continued her approach. Tina's grin broadened to a slightly frightening degree with each step. She didn't even hide it when she sat back and stuck her hands straight down her pants. Her moans kept making Jackson's ears twitch. Emily moved slowly as she could, looking up and down the kangaroo. Jane was biting her lip, bouncing up and down in her seat until she wobbled to her feet to stand before the much taller tigress. Emily regarded her with a calm expression right up to the moment she pounced.

It came out of nowhere. Her soaring stripes bowled over the kangaroo with the help of the added weight in her belly. From there it was a rush of stripping and messy gobbling. Jackson peered over at the scene of the raccoon masturbating messily right over the scene of her lover getting devoured by the drooling tigress. Tina eventually just dragged down her pants to let the juices run down her thighs while she frantically slammed two fingers in and out of herself with the one hand, and kneaded her clit with the other. She was huffing, panting, drooling some herself and Emily just kept on eating.

The tiger rubbed her slowly shrinking belly against the squirming kangaroo while she went in deep over Jane's head. The grinding helped to really flatten down that gut faster, though there was still plenty of bulge by the time she started gulping the partly-stripped roo in to join the cat already in there, in whatever form she was in. Emily expanded, rounding out, weighing herself down with her fourth meal. Jackson bit his lip, wondering if her ravenousness was going to prove painful for her once she came out of the feeding frenzy, but her body just kept on stretching and expanding to make room for all that meat.

A toss of her head to fling those long roo legs into the air had her slowly settling back to a sitting position, right there on the casino floor. She pointed Jane's paws straight towards the ceiling and let them descend towards her fangs, nibbling and suckling all the flavour out of that delicious offering the whole time. That was enough to send Tina into a writhing, humping, absolutely soaking release that squirting right down over the predator feasting on her partner. Jackson wasn't sure how close the two of them actually were on a relationship level, but by how hard Tina projected that stream of hot juices all over the gluttonous scene, they must have been close. Lovers, partners, or even wives perhaps.

A quick chomp on that tail while she tucked it away let her finish her meal in a spatter of drool. One long slurp later, and Emily was stuffed. She simply sat where she was for a while, before looking over to one of the security guards. First, she projected a belch at him that managed to briefly shake the stoic presence of that grumpy-looking rottweiler, but he quickly straightened up when that roiling, blasting, echoing burp came to its gurgling conclusion. Then she spoke to him.

"Cashing out. You'll make sure my chips are handled fairly while I'm away, I'm sure."

He nodded, and she stood, with some effort. That required her to clutch her belly in both hands, jiggling it up and down to heft it along with the rest of her. Jackson watched that gut pulling inwards, tightening around the faintly moving shapes within it, leaving them less and less defined the longer he watched. She of course knew he was staring. His eyes strayed upwards only to catch her grinning at him. It put a brief fight or flight response in his heart, but he knew she had to be full by then. When she came over, she reached for him, taking his hand once more.

"Take care of my boy's winnings too. Such as they are."

She picked him up and walked him off, loudly sloshing her prey along as they went. They left Tina behind in the dripping aftermath of her forbidden cumshot to return to the bathroom once more. Before they got there though, Emily turned suddenly in one of the more private back halls to press the lab right up against the wall. He barked in surprise, smooshed and pinned by her fat, prey-churning stomach. He could feel it kneading over its contents, squishing and squeezing them down, loudly bubbling and hissing away while it processed her pair of meals down to chyme. Before he could think of anything else to do, he just started kneading.

"That's it, doggy. Don't be afraid to press down hard. Trust me, you won't hurt me. Could use the help getting them to settle. Guess I ate a lot tonight."

That understatement somehow got Jackson even more flustered. He blushed hard and just kept massaging, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations and the sounds. Burbling, glorping, groaning, sloshing, and all the while squeezing inwards under his hands, shrinking down around the solid shapes liquefying inside of her, it was a symphony of sloppy sounds that made his dick so very hard. She let him rub on her a little, but the focus was all on massaging for the moment. It wasn't until she relented a little and straightened up to let him have room to unbuckle that he managed to sink back down to his paws and tend to that uncomfortable bulge.

"Go ahead and get your dick out. Give me a good cumshot on the gut you've been staring at all night. Make it worth all the money I won off ya."

She chuckled lightly at him, fist planted firmly on the wall above his head, mass looming over him while he madly unbuckled. He ached to the point he couldn't suppress his whimpers once his bare knotty cock was finally pressed against her bare fur. It felt like he could have fucked all night for how hard he was, but all it actually took was rubbing against her soft fur and feeling her gut shrinking and tightening beneath his shaft to make him cum. Three good humps and he gave a great yelp of shocking pleasure before he blew.

A panting, steaming, nut-clenching climax threatened to make him collapse before he was even done pumping out all that thick, hot cum all over her middle. He painted a streak right up to her tits, even splashing some towards her mouth. She opened up to let it land on her outstretched tongue. Then she withdrew it, sucking down that little sample of his splattering load, until he was left slumped back and sliding against down the wall until he landed roughly on his ass. He looked up at her but could barely see her. All was mist, haze, and steam. He could faintly see the outline of her grin, at least.

"Good boy. You just sit right there while I go destroy another one of those fancy toilets. Think it's about time I called it a night, but you were great company."

His vision cleared enough to leave him looking up at her with a certain sense of confusion. She offered him one last smile and simply walked off, this time without commanding him to follow. Part of him wanted to get up and do so anyway so he didn't miss the crude show, but he couldn't motivate himself to move. He was just going to have to sit there on the casino floor, tucked out of view but still very much in public with his dick out and slowly softening, dripping the excess spunk that didn't end up all over Emily's meat-melting belly, or her prey-padded tits, and wonder when she might show up in his life again. Something simply told him he hadn't seen the last of her stripes, her gaze, or the flash of her bright, predatory smile.