FSE

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Sequel to "Detective Williams"

Commissioned by ILoveDoc

Contains bellyplay, unwilling vore

with multiple prey, Willing vore,

digestion, containment, Fat furs,

and weight gain from vore. Enjoy <3

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Fremont Williams slept soundly for the first time in he didn't know how long. As he awoke, he realized he was cuddled up against his boyfriend... no, his mate's belly, his head resting on the warm fuzzy lard. The young human sighed softly and slowly began to rub the curve of the bear's belly, lovingly caressing it. He had a flash of drunken memory, of seeing a murderer executed by the gut he loved so much, but somehow that just made him love his lover and his gut all the more. For a fleeting moment he feared the entire experience at the club had been a dream, but then he was gently jostled by the bear waking up.

Theodore, who was looking into changing his last name to Williams, as he preferred it over his Monty having to change his own name to the bear's, opened his eyes slowly to the loving rubbing on his gut, "Morning, cub." The ursine rumbled slowly, the paws that had remained wrapped around his human all night slowly starting to knead and rub in return. He gently rolled onto his back, pulling the man with him atop his gut.

The man blushed a bit as his weight was now mostly supported by the soft gut of his lover, though he could sense the strong muscles on the other side of the layer of fat, and started to knead and massage the belly, unable to hide his morning wood now.

Theo continued to rumble, licking his lips idly as he slowly let sleep wash off of him, and let his mate tend to his prodigious gut. He knew Monty was a real chaser, and thanks to last night, he knew he didn't have to worry about infidelity.

He guessed that's why he thought of Monty as a mate instead of just a boyfriend.

He sighed happily, looking over his gut to see that his mate had pressed his ear to the gut, and was tapping different parts of the belly, listening to the sound. The bear chuckled, causing the gut to shake, and the belly let out a growl for meat.

Monty blushed at the sounds he got, and sat up a bit, still terribly aroused. He looked down over his chubby bear, and patted over the gut in front of him a bit more, before playfully drumming with the tips of his fingers, like the bear's gut was a pair of bongos, watching the flesh jiggle and deform from the gentle impacts.

The bear allowed this for a while, chuckling every so often at how cute his mate was, exploring his gut like it was the first time all over again, before he sat up, hugging the man to his soft front as he did so, and not letting go as he scooted out of bed.

The human gasped softly, before closing his eyes and inhaling the larger male's scent. He recognized it as the bear's, after living with him for so long, and it was a calming scent. He had heard furres had a more complex series of pheromones and matching receptors to catch them than humans did, and he found himself envying them all. If the bear's scent could help him stay calm, or get him ready for sex, though he was sure just the sight and touch of the bear were strong contenders in those fields, how would he react with a dog's nose?

Theo set the human down at the table, and sat down as well, "So... what's for breakfast?"

Monty stared at the bear's mouth, remembering he had been told he could feel his mate's gut from the inside with no ill effects. He was so tempted to feed himself to his mate, but that fear it had been a dream arose again.

The bear seemed to notice, and faked a yawn, teasingly, showing off the inside of his maw and the entrance to his throat. He smirked as when he looked down to the human he was quivering visibly... and still fully erect. "Apart from you. Want you to eat something too."

The man blushed, and managed weakly, "So... it's real? It wasn't a dream?"

With a low chuckle the ursine ruffled the man's hair with a big paw, "Oh, that's adorable... then again you were pretty sloshed. I'd have hated to explain everything all over again today. But yes... I can gobble you up little cub, and make you more of the gut you love so much... then bring you back and do it again and again..." He said that last part like he had a mind to never let the human leave this cycle, constantly being eaten and turned to lard, over and over.

The idea seemed to be conveyed to Monty, who shivered, and nearly came on the spot right there.

Smirking, Theo cupped a paw under the human's chin, scritching gently, "Why don't you make us something hearty, something to give you a lil paunch, too. Can't have my cub starving, can we?"

Within moments, Monty had strode to the range, pulled a pan down from a hook, and began work, running between the fridge and the counter, and the range and the cupboard, all with his erection still raging.

The bear stood, stretching out, before grasping the apron off a hook nearby and padding over to cover up the naked human, knowing there'd soon be hot grease splattering, and he didn't want his horny mate hurt. He then sat back down to watch the man cook, and watch the skinny human's naked backside move as he cooked.

Finally, the young man had finished a large meal of a pile of bacon, scrambled eggs cooked in the bacon grease, and some French toast. He came over to the table with it all on a big platter, as if he expected the bear to eat it all.

Theo chuckled, petting the human, and picked up a piece of bacon, pressing it to the man's lips, "Eat up, sweetie. Got a long day ahead of you."

Monty blinked, and realized something, "Oh, Theo... aren't you gonna be late for work?"

"DA gave me time off," The bear grinned, "Something about taking care of my cub..." He chuckled, making sure the human took the bacon into his mouth, "Prolly to make sure he eats. He's rather fussy and would rather watch me eat."

The human blushed, but chewed the bacon, enjoying the savory flavor, before using a fork to portion himself some eggs. His mate was right. Most days he didn't eat enough, likely out of stress. He was also right that he liked watching the bear eat. Theo, though, held off, watching to make sure Monty had eaten enough before he began.

It was soon apparent why he held off so, because when he began, Monty thought that he might not get another bite at that rate, his apron tenting back up as he watched, and grasped a piece of French toast so he'd at least get to eat one piece. He chewed on it slowly, his eyes straying between the bear's maw as he ate, and the bear's gut, watching to see if it ever visibly swelled with food. He finished the slice of French toast, and slid off his chair, under the bear's arms, and started to rub over his mate's belly again, smiling softly and kissing it.

Theo chuckled as he felt his belly lover of a cub getting to know his belly again, the food inside already churning away into more big bear, though he had a deeper hunger crawling into his mind, one growing out of his possessive feelings towards his mate. His paws slid to pull the human's apron off, the ursine licking his lips and letting out a low belch down across Monty's face. "Ahhh... that was a good appetizer for my real breakfast..."

Monty looked up, blushing deeply, as the bear's gut made a low, wet, gurgling noise, suddenly going from sounding quite full to hollow and empty. He shivered, wondering if it would take that long for him to become lard, too, because he had no doubt in his mind where he was headed, and it wasn't to get dressed, or take a morning shower, or have his morning shave.

He was breakfast.

He couldn't be more excited.

The bear rumbled in his chest and in his gut as he reached down and hefted his lover, starting to lick over the man's face lovingly, but also hungrily, letting out a naughty growl, before he opened his maw wide in front of Monty's face, exhaling slowly, then taking a nice deep breath and starting to press the man into the throat as it opened up.

As the hot tongue slathered across his face, tasting him, the man moaned out, pressing his face into the slurping until the tongue couldn't reach his cheeks anymore, and that was because the top of his head was getting wrapped in snug rippling flesh. He curled his toes a bit as he felt a tug from the flesh, in conjunction with the bear's arms outside lifting him, and his whole head was wrapped in that new flesh, which he knew was the throat. His slim shoulders were already pressing against the insides of Theo's cheeks, and the young man wondered if his face was visible through his mate's throat. One paw left his body, and he felt digits feeling over his face through the hot flesh stretched across it, blushing as he realized the bear was caressing his bulge already. Monty was so horny he didn't know if he could last the whole trip inward.

Theo rumbled through his nose, buzzing the flesh all around his cub, and then took another swallow, leaning forward and extending his neck outward a bit to make the passage down towards his needy gut a bit more of a straight line. The ursine returned his paws to the bare rump in front of him and pulled while groping at it firmly, licking over the navel that crossed his lips with his broad tongue and smirking at the squirms that caused.

Quickly getting tired, the man wondered if he'd ever get used to this, and as his hardened shaft was scooped into the tongue, he realized he wished he never would, because if this became mundane he didn't know what he'd do. He started to hump at his mate's tongue, having the most unique oral sex session he had ever had as his bony hips started to slide out of sight. It wasn't long though, before he couldn't take it anymore, and his body tensed up.

With the addition of new flavor, the bear paused, smirking around the bare thighs as he slathered away at the shot out seed, rubbing it into the human's hairless body and across his own tongue to get more to more taste buds. He stayed like this, savoring, for a few minutes as the trapped man descended into afterglow. He waited until he felt the man stir and squirm again, before starting to swallow once more, tilting his head back.

Monty panted in his post orgasmic state, his head pressed against a tight ring of flesh as his body's strength began to return, curling his toes a little and then gasping as the tight ring spread around his head, the entrance to the belly below. He moaned weakly, and the stomach walls contracted to hug his head, before relaxing again to make room for the rest of him, his shoulders already pressing through as his knees neared the warmth of his bear mate. The human felt himself having to curl up as he got deeper, and squirmed a little to try to make it work better, before he felt his ankles being slurped over by a broad tongue, then his feet. He giggled and gave a few ticklish kicks.

Smirking around those feet, Theo slowly worked them into his mouth and closed it, licking his lips and savoring the last part of his mate for a moment, before he took one last swallow, one paw tracing the decent of his lover's bulge, the other feeling the form in his belly have to swell out further from the legs folding up against him in the snug space.

Monty felt his feet finally pass through the entrance to the warm soft stomach, and squirmed around until he was upright, feeling the walls with his hands and pressing out experimentally, wondering how much he showed on the outside, remembering how the struggling near-felon made the gut deform and shake the night before, but there was no sign of him now.

Grinning, the bear started to press down on the man's bulges each time he pressed out, rumbling to himself, "Oh no you don't, you're staying in there for a while..." He chuckled, clenching down his stomach possessively as he stood and walked to the bed, relaxing the inner muscles once he was situated comfortably on his bed, "Ahh... is it everything you hoped, my sweet cub?"

The man was blushing deeply at the tender dominance his mate was showing, keeping him all to himself in the ultimate way. Part of him wanted to just stay in there as the bear went about his business, hell, even to work, but he knew that was risky. The soft walls of the stomach started to gently knead over his body, contracting in succession to grind the slimy surfaces against his body one after another, and he started to feel drowsy. He murmured, settling down in his fetal position, "Oh... Oh yes, Theo..."

"Well then, just relax as I make you into my lard for a while, okay?" The rumbling voice said, all around the curled up man.

Monty couldn't help but quiver. He was going to be digested, and be his mate's gut. Not just in it, he'd be part of it, part of that belly he loved to caress and feel, the belly that made him feel safe and warm... though having been hugged by that belly in return made him want to repeat this journey over and over, even if it meant making his big mate even heavier with so many meals of himself...

He dozed off, and in his dreamy state, he felt surrounded by love and warmth, and somewhere distantly, he could feel caresses and strokes, and his whole self jiggling under movement...

It seemed like forever, or no time at all, before he started to wake up. He was laying on something warm and fuzzy. He inhaled and happily sighed, hugging tighter to the familiar gut of his mate, the one he had so recently fed. This must be what they were talking about when they said they could bring him back. He kissed the belly softly, and he felt Theo's paw on the back of his head, stroking and gently scritching.

"Welcome back, cub..." The bear's voice rumbled down to the human, "Did you enjoy your time on my waist?"

"How long was I lard?" The man murmured bashfully, slowly opening his eyes.

The bear chuckled, "Less than an hour... though if I wanted to, I could let you stay on my waist for a full day, or longer.... But I think I'd miss my Monty in his lovable man-shape more than I'd enjoy having you all to myself as part of this." He patted the side of his gut, making it jiggle.

"Oh, you would, would you? Would you miss me while sleeping...?" He asked the last part sheepishly, rubbing his face into that gut, "I... It was so relaxing, and you know how my insomnia gets sometimes..."

Theo laughed aloud, "Oh, so you want me to tuck you in every night?" He ruffled the man's hair lovingly, "Well, we'll see about that... In the meantime, while you were lard I got a call, and we've been invited to have a little fun with some of our superiors at the club..."

Monty looked up at the ursine, "Y-you're okay with sharing me?"

The bear smiled lovingly, "As long as I know you know that you're mine, and that you'll always come back, even if it's for this." He smirked and groped his gut sensually at that last part.

Blushing, the human scooted up closer, "It'll always be more than just that... you mean too much to me to just go chasin guts everywhere..."

"But I bet you'd love some sanctioned loving of some full, squirming bellies..." Theo rumbled playfully. "I believe it was one of your stipulations, in fact."

Thinking back, the man winced. He had asked for that. While in front of his mate... and totally sloshed. But then again... his mate seemed to be willing to share him with others, as long as there was permission, of course. He settled against the gut, "When are they expecting us?"

"In a couple hours... why?" The bear canted his head.

"Do we have any honey?"

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The pair decided to take a cab to a nearby cross street to the club because Monty was feeling hard pressed not to molest his lover's gut, and Theo was pretty sure they'd be in even worse condition to drive at the end of the night.

Making their way down the street, Monty just pretended he was drunk, slumped against the bear and continuing to grope the sloshing mixture inside he knew was his last body, mixed with the generous honey he had slathered on himself for his mate's pleasure.

At the entrance to the club, the overweight otter the human remembers seeing in the "willing" scene at the end of the previous night's performance, was lounging and picking his teeth, his thick rudder tail swaying a bit.

Theo pet over his belly-obsessed mate and approached the otter.

The otter raised one paw, pausing as he dislodged some fur from between his teeth, before looking to the pair, "We're not open until the sun sets, you should know that."

"We were called down here for a..." Theo grinned, "Special engagement."

Flicking the toothpick away, the lutrine grinned, "Well, even knowing it's going on is enough to be proof of your invitation; I still have to ask you the password."

The bear rolled his eyes, "Carnal Punishment."

The otter jerked his paw back towards the door, as he went back to tending to his teeth, groping his gut occasionally.

Monty, even though he was just pretending to be drunk, reached out for the otter's gut a little, only to have Theo playfully take his wrists and guide him down the stairs at the entrance of the club.

Halfway down the stairs, though, Theo turned, and Monty realized last night he hadn't noticed there was a fork in the stairwell, though he was sure this pathway had been at least blocked off last night, and the bear guided his mate down into another chamber. "Welcome to the Lounge..."

By now, Monty had quit the drunk act and was standing up straight, even if one of his hands kept straying to his big bear's gut. He looked around the large chamber, decorated in a similar fashion to the club, and saw in the middle of the floor there was a conversation pit, square, and that it was occupied. At the end furthest from the door was his Captain, the big gutted wolf who always flirted with him at work, and who, last night, had helped his mate fill the human's gut with seed. At the corner to the right of the entrance was the bouncer who'd been on duty the night before, and who'd devoured the orcakiller on stage, and in the left corner was the fat gator who'd slipped him the spiked drink so he'd be knocked out until he was ready to be interrogated. All of them were naked.

On reflection, Monty thought to himself, his life had gotten a lot more complicated fairly rapidly.

Theo gently removed Monty's clothing, making the man realize his mate had shed his clothes while he was gawking at the arrangement of the lounge, and pulled the human with him to the last corner of the pit, and the bear sat down into place, guiding his mate into his lap and hugging him close to his gut.

"No fair bringing your own snacks." The captain of the homicide division chuckled, licking his lips lecherously. The older wolf eyed his subordinate, rubbing over his prodigious predacious gut as he seemed to imagine what the human would feel like pressing out from the other side of his pelt.

The man blushed deeply, and realized the other two predators in the room had similar expressions. He nestled in closer to his mate. He wasn't sure if he should be aroused or afraid that he was seen as delicious. With his mate it was alright, so far, because he knew he was safe, and he was pretty sure the wolf wouldn't really do anything to hurt him, but the lion and reptile, he wasn't so sure about.

"So... Another successful week of catches... So many, in fact, we don't have time to dispose of them in public..." The wolf spoke frankly, and clapped his paws, "So once again we get to have a lounge party. Good to see you with us, Theo, your boss was too busy today."

The bear nodded in response, still holding Monty tight.

A door, in the direction of the rest of the club, opened, and in wheeled a trolley piled high with struggling, bound and gagged men, though there were a couple furs, the rest were all humans of different races and sizes. The one thing they all had in common, though, was that Monty could recognize them all from the crime database.

Pushing the cart was the raccoon waiter from the night before, swaying his striped tail about behind him. He hummed idly to himself, and, showing strength beyond his slim frame, started lifting criminals bodily as they squirmed, carrying them one at a time over to the waiting predators, dealing them out not unlike the dealer at poker, one to each then cycling around again.

When one was brought to Theo, the bear cooed to his own personal human, "You can sit in the middle of the pit if you'd like..."

Monty nodded and crawled across the pit's soft floor to the point where he was equidistant from all the predators, looking around.

The lion had already began on his first meal, slathering over his chest with his broad tongue and enjoying the flavor of the chocolate skinned killer. He took a low gulp, and dragged the man's tattooed waist in, one paw already feeling his gut in anticipation.

Monty's attention was drawn away from this sight by a sigh behind him. He turned to look as he saw the gator had his maw gaping, pointing into it as the raccoon brought over his second meal. The sigh had been from the raccoon, who begrudgingly began to lower this bound meal right into the gator's jaws, muttering something about lazy preds. The belly below contradicted this opinion, as the soft bellyscales deformed occasionally with his first meal, already fed in the time it took the raccoon to come around again.

The wolf hadn't wolfed his convict down, though. He was swallowing slowly, savoring his meal, not drawing the human spectator's attention away from the gator until there was a muffled moan in his gut. When Monty looked, he realized that his superior had acquired one of the scares furres. From the looks of the hooves and the bulge of horns, it was a ram struggling and squirming down the lupine's stretched throat.

A wet swallow filled his ears from behind, and the man looked back again, blushing already at how aroused being surrounded with feeding predators was making him. Theo had pinned his two meals together and was downing both at once, looking over the squirming bodies to wink at his mate, before swallowing again and again, and still the raccoon had more men to distribute.

The procynid wasn't even working up a sweat as he served out the last man, leaving four apiece with each predator before he wheeled the trolley out of the room with a swish of his hips.

Not to be outdone by Theo, the wolf gulped down the hooves of the ram and reached for the pile of men beside him, slurping his lips and pinning all three between his handpaws, before stuffing all three's heads into his muzzle, slathering over their faces with a delighted rumble.

With a growl and a belch, the lion stood to exhibit his own talents, namely strength. As soon as he was sure Monty was watching he hefted one of his waiting meals with one paw and tossed him into the air over his head. The human watched in awe as the criminal turned halfway in midair as he fell, and met the lion's waiting, gaping throat headfirst. The feline gulped rapidly, and barely let the falling man slow down from the tightness of his body, snapping his jaws shut after the feet fell in, his gut bouncing as the squirming bulge doubled in size, the lion licking his lips.

Only the gator seemed oblivious or uncaring of this one-upmanship, happily swallowing his men one at a time, easing them down to swell his gut further and further. He finished the third and reached for his fourth without taking a break, licking his lips along his broad reptilian maw, "In we go..." he muttered to his last meal in a baritone, before starting to stuff the last in feet first, watching the convict struggle and squirm, while looking up at him, keeping eye contact with the murderer as he devoured him.

Theo rumbled low, working two men's hips into his muzzle, slathering around them as he gulped again, tilting his head back and letting two pairs of legs kick around and hit each other over and over as the pair struggled against one another. He got their knees into his gullet, and reached out, grasping the pairs of feet with each paw, before yanking them down with a loud gulp, his gut swelling out, distending with a pair of faces as he worked his meals in.

The Captain groaned, working the trio's waist in, panting and groaning as he worked on stretching around three squirming men, his belly already distending greatly with their heads pressing in to join the struggling ram, then their shoulders, as he managed to get their hips in, glad that he had received muscle-men who tapered down towards the feet. He tossed his head back and let gravity help as the relatively skinny legs, all six of them, slid on down, though his belly was having to stretch more for each inch the legs slipped in, and he was finally meeting some real resistance.

The gator bartender was savoring his last, one claw groping over his squirming bellyscales as he guided the man's hips out of sight, still keeping eye contact with the struggling man as his tongue slurped along the trapped human's lower back. He rumbled darkly to his meals, those fully devoured and the one on his way, before starting to tilt his head back, the bound, struggling man now upright as his feet pressed into the stomach below.

The lionine bouncer growled, grabbing his last two in his paws and hefting them up, still standing with his double-man gut struggling. He tossed one into the air, then the other up higher, smirking and gaping wide.

Monty, whose eyes had been pulled away from his mate's struggling gut by the attention snagging growl, stared in amazement as the two men lined up in midair from the lion's aim, and first one vanished between the sharp lion teeth, then the next, with a pair of powerful, loud gulping sounds. He shivered as the feline flicked his tail, prowling over towards the human in the center.

An ursine growl of warning sounded, muffled, and the human observer looked back to see his mate with his two last men protruding from his maw, having taken these two footfirst. Theo was still growling, glaring at the lion.

The big cat paused, looking back to the bear, before sighing, "Can I get some belly rubs, or not?"

The bear took another gulp, still glaring, but slowly nodded, the bound men muffledly trying to call out for help, but they were still gagged. Another gulp and their broad shoulders got claimed by the stretched jaws of the ursine.

A low belch sounded behind the young man, and when he looked back, the Wolf was crawling towards him, wagging his brush. The Captain licked his lips naughtily, somehow not dragging his massive gut, though when he paused a few feet away it sagged back down to the padded floor, like he had been flexing his gut to keep it off the ground. "And what about me, Teddy?"

Theo rolled his eyes, slathering over the two heads in his muzzle, and swallowed firmly, panting for a moment as he stood, "Alright, my cub will give us all belly rubs, but that's it unless you ask really nicely." He made his way over to the center as well, kneeling down next to his mate.

The gator finally swallowed his last man, rumbling happily and crawling over slinkily, "Oh good... I could do with a good rub tonight."

Monty found himself surrounded by four struggling guts, each with four men inside, shivering and blushing deeply at the sight. He tentatively reached out with a hand to feel his mate's gut and the lion's powerful bulk at once, shivering. His fingers caressed the curves of the soft bellies distended with hard criminals, rubbing inward and groaning happily. It felt so good to him, as he changed up his hands, sliding them to new bellies and rubbing and groping there as well. Then the four males scooted in closer, and he found himself with less room and more gut pressing against him.

The human grunted and worked to try to tend to the guts more equally, but he felt a struggling leg hit him in the gut. The wind was knocked from his lungs and he slumped a bit.

Theo growled and clenched his gut down on the criminals inside, his body starting to work on them hard in retaliation for his mate getting hit. The gurgles filled the room as the other predators followed suite.

When Monty recovered, he found himself surrounded in soft round bellies that conformed to his flesh when they pressed to him. He murmured and kissed at the bear's belly lovingly, grasping rolls of pudge in his hand and feeling how much girthier his lover was after such a big meal. The human gasped and wiggled as he felt a grope on his rump, and then heard a warning growl reverberate through his hands as the bear glared at the culprit.

A bass chuckle came from behind, "Thought you said you were gonna share this boy today..." The Captain grinned, licking his lips.

"Still gotta ask." The bear rumbled, still a little upset that his mate had been hurt by a struggling bulge.

The human, on the other hand, was lovingly groping and jiggling rolls of fat, working his way across the different colors of fur and the expanse of softened bellyscales as he went, sometimes taking whole sloshing, gurgling guts between his hands and shaking it wholesale to watch it jiggle and hear the gurgling intensify. He continued to play well after the gurgling had turned to needy, empty growling once more, and found himself losing bellies.

"As nice as this is, my shift starts soon..." The lion rumbled low, reluctantly pulling back, "Maybe I'll shotgun you down, too, human..." He licked his lips playfully and stood to go get dressed for work.

The gator sighed and pulled away as well, "Yeah... the bar will be opening up soon. I gotta get ready for the evening opening. You two have fun with the boy." He thudded his tail against the padded floor and walked in the opposite direction to get his clothing.

The wolf took advantage of the sudden halving of guts to press his forward, just as Monty was playfully fingering his navel, pinning the man between wolf fur and bear fur, both supported by equally soft lard.

Squirming a little, the man groaned, realizing his whole arm to the elbow had gotten pressed into the wolf's navel, and he tried to press further, wondering how deep the pit in his gut went.

The captain grinned, "Careful boy, might not let you out if you get too deep there." He clenched his belly and somehow pulled Monty's arm the rest of the way to his shoulder, the musky navel flesh somehow contracting and rippling just like a fuzzy throat.

A low warning growl rumbled from the gut behind, and Theo said as calmly as he could, "What do we say...?"

The wolf chuckled, "Can I put the boy in my gut?" He pulled his belly away and relinquished his navel's hold on the arm, "Please?" He smirked.

Monty was left wondering if his captain really could eat someone with his navel, or if that was just practiced with those muscles. He smelled his arm and shivered at the musky navel scent.

Theo's rumbling quieted, "Well... if he says it's okay..." He said begrudgingly.

The human blinked, realizing he was expected to have a say in his own fate again, blushing as he stared at the wolf's gut, the one his superior teased him with at work, and he slowly nodded, "Y-Yeah... you can eat me, Boss."

The wolf wasted no time, grabbing the human eagerly and slurping all over his face, as if he hadn't just had four grown men to add to his gut, this fifth was treated to the same enthusiasm, the same ravenous disposition the others got, though in the back of his mind he was sure he'd be let out to go back to his mate, and those others would not.

The man moaned out as his neck was slathered over, before he felt his face press to a familiar yet different passage, the warm throat opening for him, basically the same anatomically as his mate's, but some of the subtle differences made him squirm, let him know this was someone else. The rumbles coming from below were a different pitch and quality, one of the most obvious differences, and the teeth were a different arrangement as they brushed across his belly. Monty panted and gasped as the slick wolf tongue wrapped around his arousal, pulling on it as the wolf's paws groped over his rump over and over, pressing them finally into the gaping jaws.

Hunger apparently won out over getting the man off, because soon enough the wolf was tilting his head back and swallowing firmly, rubbing over the bulge in his throat from the outside, paying special attention to the throbbing manhood distending his neck while it was there, his tongue tending to the squirming bare legs of the young man. He worked to tuck away his detective, eagerly gulping the man he'd been craving since he saw him as officer Williams, the bright young beat cop.

Finally, the bare human feet were in his mouth, and the wolf slathered over them, enjoying the squirms within, before he gulped firmly, groaning happily as the distensions on his front slipped out of sight into his belly, the man curled up loosely in the big space, still stretched out from having four men in there. The wolf patted his gut, "Ooohh... scrumptious as I imagined, boy..."

The bear came over and started rubbing the gut, half to admire the other predator's girth and half to check if his mate was alright. Theo leaned down to kiss the belly softly, "You okay in there, Monty...?"

"Yeah... it's roomy and warm, and the walls are supporting me... It's like being in a hammock made of moist, never cold velvet." The man managed, rubbing a wall, unaware the new layers of fat on the wolf made the bulge more of a shift in the mass, with maybe the slightest hint of a lump.

"And you can stay for a while you know... Your bear might not have told you this, because, well, he might not have mastered this, but we can hold someone inside us for quite some time without digesting." The wolf rumbled low, licking his lips.

"Really...?" Came the muffled reply.

"Yes, Really, boy. I can keep you safe and not lardy for hours on end." The captain chuckled.

"Well..." the man murmured. He had a very naughty idea, but he thought he should save it for later, and instead went with a more conservative option, "You could come over to our place tonight... Even if I use your belly as a sleeping bag, I wanna cuddle with Theo during the night... could you two rub your guts together while I'm in here all night...?"

Theo smiled, hugging the belly and grinding his own gut against it firmly, "I don't see a problem with that..."

The wolf chuckles, "Sure you don't want me to send him down to you so you can cuddle more snugly?" He winked, licking his lips at Theo.

The bear growled at the idea of getting eaten himself, "No, this is a plenty fine idea, isn't it Monty?"

The human squirmed a little, "I... well, yeah, my big bear's not one to get eaten; he's a big strong pred..." He ground himself at a wall when he said that, imagining his boyfriend going around downing people left and right, adding to his sexy gut and overall bodyfat.

The wolf laughed and nodded as he gave his gut a nice pat down of satisfaction, "If you say so, boys... So, shall we get a cab?"

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