Rolanda
Roland the otter meets a very attractive feline at the club.
Ronald couldn't really believe his luck. The lithe otter was sitting at that exact moment in a cab with the hottest, bustiest female he'd ever seen! She was tall, almost six and a half feet, with an Amazonian build that, despite her muscles, didn't detract from her smooth curves, flaring hips, and enormous chest. She was a feline, with smooth, long white fur. Her name was Tiffany.
Roland met her a few hours earlier at a club. She wore a fur-tight dress that clung to her hips, outlining the way her slim belly contracted before widening out into a pair of hips big enough to support a firm and tantalizing rear. The fabric clung to her chest, outlining the nubs protruding permanently from the broad swells. The otter - short at five-foot-ten in comparison - took a plunge by offering to buy her a drink. Conversation had ensued, along with more drinks, and soon Roland found himself up to his ears in warm, furry cleavage.
He'd been hard for hours.
She'd offered to let him come over after the club shut down for the night, an offer he all too gladly accepted. And now the cab was pulling up in front of a swanky building full of expensive lofts - the perfect apartment for the hottest female he'd ever met. He'd barely tossed a few bills to the amused driver before she pulled him from the cab and dragged him inside. The lobby was marble, trimmed in expensive hardwoods, but he'd barely noticed as they got into the elevator. Her breasts surrounded his head again as she pressed against him, pushing him back against the wall. Roland gasped for air as her arms clutched him tightly.
"You're just the cutest!" she purred at him, sharp white teeth revealed in a wide grin.
"And you're mmmph!"
It was hard to speak with such large breasts - each giant orb bigger than his own head - smooshed up around his muzzle.
"C'mon, baby!"
Ronald gasped as she pulled away and grabbed his paw, pulling him along with her as she ran, giggling, up the wide hallway. Ornate lamps lit the way. No expense had been spared decorating even the most minor details, though it was all a blur - the otter's eyes fixated on the feline's backside. Her breasts swung side to side in her tight dress, visible from behind, and the way her hips swung back and forth made him think he might pop off right then and there.
The inside of the feline's apartment was even swankier than the lobby and hallway. Cool white marble floors, black handrails, wide open loft-like space, and a massive bed situated in front of a huge window overlooking the city... it was like something out of a magazine. Roland stared, distracted from her body for just a moment.
"You like my place?" she asked, grinning. "I just moved in! Come on!"
Roland grinned stupidly as she pulled him towards the bed. It was situated on a raised portion of the floor. There were no walls in the space, just a few support columns. He could see the huge kitchen area, the living room with a massive flat screen television and the expensive-looking couch, the fine details in all of the decorations... but when she flopped onto the bed and crooked her finger, beckoning him to follow, Ronald had eyes only for her.
He clambered up and crawled across the white covers towards her. Her paw reached out and cupped his package, squeezing his erection. He moaned and closed his eyes as she peeled away his clothes, leaving him nude. When he opened his eyes again, he was on his hands and knees in front of her. She lay on her back, breasts spreading apart, held together by her dress. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and grinned at him as the cloth fell away, revealing the fat, dark pink nipples underneath. White fur tufted at the top of her chest, where her breasts met, and he felt his cock tingle.
She wriggled her plump rear end back and forth, working off the dress, leaving herself in just a pair of small, tight black panties.
"C'mere, hot stuff... help me with these," the feline purred, spreading her arms to the side.
Ronald was more than eager to help. Slipping between her thick thighs, he grasped the hem of the panties with both paws and pulled them down slowly.
Instead of the smooth, flat feminine expanse he expected, however, the otter was surprised by something else entirely. As the lace rubbed downwards, he exposed not a glistening female sex but instead a massive male sheath. The otter's eyes opened wide as he stared at the huge package. It was enormous, dwarfing his own. It would put the biggest of stallions to shame, he was convinced. Nerveless, his fingers dropped away with the panties still half-covering the enormous thing.
"H... how?" he asked, mouth suddenly dry.
"Oh, it's just a neat little trick I picked up," the feline said, purring with laughter. She reached down, pushing the black lace down the rest of the way, exposing the full might of the thick sheath and, Ronald couldn't help but notice, a pair of testicles, each orb as big around as a watermelon. The sheath itself was as long as his wrist to his elbow. He stared in shock, uncomprehendingly, as inch after inch of dark pink maleness slipped free, pushing up into the smooth, soft white belly fur.
"They're specially made for girls like me," the feline said. "I'll get you a pair to wear tomorrow!"
Ronald's brain didn't feel like it was functioning properly. Rather than question why she would have such equipment in the first place, he could only stutter out: "Wh... why would I need... them?"
"Oh, you'll see!"
Surprisingly powerful paws grabbed Ronald then. The otter, still too stunned to protest, gasped as he felt the feline roll him onto his backside and snuggle down between his legs. Her arms hooked under his knees, hauling his legs up and spreading them. Soon the white-furred feline's hips ground against his rump, teasing his tail hole with the single largest cock he'd ever seen in his life.
He tried to protest, to wriggle away, but her soft, fuzzy belly fur brushed over his cock and her huge breasts hung around his muzzle... he found himself suckling on a thick teat as the masculine length thickened, hardened, pressed more firmly against him... he felt rivulets of pre-cum rolling down his naturally waterproof fur as the feline's throaty rumbles filled his ears, her scent his nose...
"Oh, cutie... you feel so nice!" the feline gasped.
Roland's eyes went wide, sightless, as she thrust forward. There was no gentle maneuvering; the feline knew what she wanted and she wasn't willing to wait to take it. The otter's belly bulged as almost half of the huge, slick length pumped inside of him, stretching his rump as it had never been before. The feline's his of pleasure drowned his weak gasps and moans as she worked her way deeper, unrelenting.
Surprisingly, there was no pain. In fact, Roland found it incredibly pleasurable almost immediately. Which was strange, considering it was his first time. He'd never done anything like this with a male or female, after all. The otter's back arched as his belly distended, showing the outline of the feline's incredible cock through his taut pelt. She grabbed at his shoulders, pushing in even deeper, moaning with lust as her length penetrated the otter, stretching him incredibly wide. Ronald's webbed toes twitched as his legs stuck straight out to the sides; his muzzle hung open, gaping, as the feline's paws pushed against his chest.
"Mmmm... I could do this all night!" the feline said. "I looooove otters!"
Eventually, Roland felt a pair of powerful thighs squeeze up against his rump. His toes splayed as the incredible endowment penetrated him fully. He moaned, twitched, gasped in her strong paws as she clutched at him, digging her claws into his thick pelt. All the while, the large feline moaned aloud, groaning with lust as she bucked into him, pulling only a few inches of her massive erection back before driving it in again.
The otter glanced down between her breasts, to where his belly and chest distended outwards, pushing back against her. The outline of her length moved inside him, shifting the fur and skin. He'd never felt anything so strange... or so pleasurable. His cock shot streams of seed between her massive tits as his paws reached for her. He could feel his control slipping, his mind descending into a lust-filled riot of sensory pleasure. He closed his eyes and cried out as she rolled and pinned him beneath her. Her paws grabbed his wrists, pulled them aside, and spread them out. She leaned back up, hips still gyrating in and out smoothly, and grinned down at the otter from over the swells of her breasts.
Roland opened his eyes and stared up at her as she pumped inside of him. He could feel his belly stretch as her cock lurched, twitching deep within. How this was possible, he had no idea, but at the moment, he didn't care. He loved it. Heavy testicles audibly smacked against his thighs as he wrapped his legs around her hips; loud, wet squelches echoed in the room as thick cum squirted back out of his stretched rump.
"Oh, yes! I'm... I'm... I'm gonna cum!"
Roland's stare moved from her swinging chest to his own belly. He felt the initial burst flood his body; a moment later, his stomach bloated ridiculously large, bigger than a basketball. He couldn't see the outline of the shaft anymore, though he could feel it pistoning, working in and out of him, pumping load after load of warm, hot seed inside.
What really surprised him, though, was what happened next. The feline leaned over, panting and moaning, though her thick, painted lips were pulled back in a broad smile.
"This is my... unnnfffff... favorite... part!"
Roland's fingers curled into his palms as the white-furred feline held him down. He lifted his head weakly, staring in amazement at his bloated stomach. Only... it wasn't just his stomach growing. As the lustful cat pumped into him, making his whole body lurch up and down on top of the bedcovers, his chest began to swell as well. His flat, formless pecs soon bulged outwards, fattening up with each pulse of thick seed. The otter's black nipples filled out as well, growing almost twice as large over the next few minutes of steady pumping. The otter moaned with pleasure as the feline leaned over and mischievously dragged her rough tongue across one of the fat nubs, purring her delight as she watched him change.
Roland, for his part, could barely think as new sensations tickled his chest, which no longer resembled his formerly flat, lithe figure. Now a pair of moderate C-cup breasts jiggled heavily up and down, obvious in form and definition, perfect tears that only grew larger the longer the feline's cock pumped into his body, continuing to grow his belly up to the size of a watermelon.
"Oooh... that was so good," she gasped, leaning against him, her smooth and toned belly against his sloshing stomach.
"I... I... oooh..."
Roland's eyes rolled back in his head and his body arched as the feline's paws groped at his new breasts, releasing his wrists. His arms remained spread out, limp, as she squeezed each tit in her paw. At the same time, her hips pulled back, dragging inch after inch after inch of the massive length free of his rump.
When it popped free, Roland jerked and came again - his fourth or fifth, he wasn't sure. He pressed his paws into his bloated stomach, groaning and gurgling. The feline rolled him over onto his front and mounted him from behind, using her paws to pull his thick tail up.
"Now for the fun part!"
Once more, that massive tool prodded between Roland's legs. This time, however, she didn't go for his rear. Roland's chest pushed out and he lifted his head, eyes wide and muzzle open, when "he" felt the massive length penetrate something new.
The otter's muff was pink, tight, and very wet. How had Roland not noticed? The otter didn't care as the amazing length slid in. He could feel every pore of the shaft as it spread her out gracefully. The otter groaned again and grabbed at the covers, rump arching up, pushing against the feline, wanting more, more, more...
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The next day...
Rolanda leaned over the small table, giggling at the handsome, broad-shouldered bull terrier she'd met at the club. The otter's chocolate fur shone under the lights; her creamy tan chest fur spilled out of the tight halter top that wrapped around her breasts. The double-H's rested on the tabletop, spreading flat across the smooth surface, while her paw lifted the straw of her cherry soda to her lips. She sipped it cutely, pursing her lips around the straw's tip. The bright red fabric shifted, rubbing against her nipples, outlining the thick nubs.
The bull terrier's jaw dropped.
He really was a cutie, but Rolanda knew after tonight, he'd be even hotter. Just like her and the rest of the girls. The look of surprise on their faces was always so funny, too...