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"Hmmm, darn it, another one ruined."

Blake frowned as he stood in the tattered remains of his costume. Like several before them, this one had shredded into tiny pieces of fabric as soon as he tried to move while wearing it. The massive Arcanine kicked up the tattered clothes and tossed them into the corner with the rest of the cloth he had burst through already. He was down to his last two, and if either of those didn't fit, he wouldn't have a costume ready for the convention tomorrow.

The firedog walked over towards his clothes hanger and pulled off the next costume. An identical one to all the others, it was the outfit of the Team Magma Leader Maxie. His large, muscular arm bulged as he pulled the next one off of the rack. It had taken all day to make all of them, since he knew it would be unlikely to get it right on the first go, and with all of the shredded and torn cloth to the side, he was right.

The pants were the hardest part, since he had to adjust for his extra cock. And he could already tell before they were even halfway up his large legs that if they were going to fit, it was going to be incredibly tight. He struggled to get the band around his thick waist and his leg muscles were already stretching out the tight fabric. But, he had succeeded in getting the button done, even though it made a heavy bulge in the front of his pants. If he got even the slightest bit hard, those were going to go flying.

Next was the turtleneck and jacket. When he got the turtleneck on, the top quickly ripped over the top of his pecs, showing off his furry chest floof. Well, that wasn't going to work well at all, but perhaps the jacket could cover up most of the rest of it. However, that thought went quickly out the window when he gently brushed his nipples with the cloth and felt a tiny twang in his groin from the stimulation.

RRRRIIIIIPPPPPP!!!

Another costume ripped to shreds and the Arcanine was standing nude in the pile again.

"Ugh, last one. And I made sure to make it the biggest one." He thought to himself.

Blake took the last costume off of the rack and tried once more. The pants were still rather tight, but it seemed like his attempt to give more room on this one had paid off. There was enough space for his twin cocks, though it was a bit snug. Unless he went to maximum hardness, they should be able to survive. Likewise, even if he bent over, the rump wasn't going to split like the first set he tried. All that was needed was a hole for him to push his bushy tail through, and the lower part of the costume was set.

With the lower half a success, now came the next part. He needed to make sure the upper part of the costume fit. Once more, he pulled on the tight turtleneck. It slowly slid over his heavy chest, sliding across his nips once more. Like before, a twang was felt in his crotch, but this time, the fabric held. His bulge wobbled and shook a few times as he pulled the clothes over his sensitive chest, but there was no damage.

A quick check to the full-sized mirror showed that the clothes were a rather snug fit, but they were still a fit. Thankfully, that should be the tightest part. Once he had the top jacket on, everything should fit perfectly and his costume would be a success. Since the jacket should remain open, it wouldn't be too tight of a squeeze on his upper body. Though, he did notice that once he got it on that his nips were still pushing outward rather visibly through all the layers.

"Gonna have to do." He thought to himself and then grabbed the glasses to finish the look.

Blake admired himself in the mirror for a moment, looking almost exactly like Maxie, if Maxie were a duel-cocked Arcanine in the double digits in height. He adjusted the glasses for a moment and saw his purple gaze reflect back towards him. The firedog clicked his tongue in his muzzle and pointed at the mirror, liking what he saw very much. He patted his chest a few times just to get any of the wrinkles out of the outfit, and to try and make his nips a bit less protruding, but that was fighting a losing battle. He settled for visible, but not overly distracting.

Once he was certain his suit was on, he checked on the time. It was getting close to noon. The game convention opened that morning, but he figured being fashionably late would be worth it if he was looking this fashionable. Still, it was a bit of a distance, so if he was going to catch most of the convention, he was going to need to run for it. The suit should be able to hold, but he might get a bit heated in it.

Still, he was a fast runner, so he'd easily make it there in time. He shook slightly to loosen up and started to stretch out his legs before heading towards the door. It was a warm day out and the sun was shining high in the sky. He cracked his neck once and then started to jog off towards town. His suit jostled slightly as it worked to keep his muscular form contained within it, but everything important was holding. Sure, his pecs were bouncing, as was his package, but that was the sacrifice that had to be made for being this large.

It had only been a few minutes of his extreme speed running, but his chest fluff was already starting to sweat. Perhaps the turtleneck was a bit too much, but it was needed to keep the costume accurate. Maybe later in the day he could take it off. The musky chest, however, would be the price that would be paid for accuracy.

Blake had to slow his pace down after ten minutes of running, not because he was running out of breath, but because he could feel his sweat still building. His pits were getting moist and he didn't want to show through the suit. Likewise, he could already feel a swamp forming between his muscular thighs, not helped at all by the heat coming from his balls and cocks. He needed a moment to adjust himself before he continued, tugging slightly on his package and slightly pulling on the waist of his pants to give them air to breathe. A heavy musk cloud came from his crotch as he aired out, but that helped greatly.

Once he had adjusted, he took off into a trotting run again. He noticed that a few people walking by were turning their heads as he rushed past, but he didn't really pay them any mind. He was used to turning heads when he moved. Usually it was because he zipped by so fast they weren't sure what they say, but those who did usually did like the muscular Arcanine eye candy he provided.

After a half hour, the large and muscular Arcanine had reached the convention center. All that he could see were furs in costume, dressed as their favorite characters and personalities, and large groups all together in group costumes. A large toothy smile crossed his muzzle as he slowed down to join in and mingle with them, but still slightly pulling on his tight-fitting suit to let it breathe some more. He didn't think he was going to sweat that much, but he didn't take into account his own natural heat when he packed on as many layers as he did.

Blake soon was walking calmly into the crowd, standing a good several feet taller than most of the other con-goers. So much so, that he needed to duck when going through the large doors to get into the center. What he hadn't expected was how large the place was. There were furs all over the place, crowded in every nook and cranny in the place. He was going to bump into a lot of people if they were this thick and deep.

Still, he had his tickets ready, and the large firedog was soon among the crowd. Even inside, he was easy enough to pick up on, and so far looked like he was the largest one here. Even the next tallest fur he saw was still a good two heads shorter than he was, and he was much bulkier too. It hadn't been two minutes since he walked in before he accidently bumped against someone with his bulge, knocking them over with his musky junk. He bent over to help them up, but that only succeeded in knocking three other furs over with his large rump.

Blake hopped away for a moment. Continuing to help at this juncture might just have his beefy body crash the entire con. So, instead, the firedog profusely apologized to the three, but moved on. They didn't seem too mad. Sure, they did yelp in surprise, but once they saw him, it was mostly a stunned silence on their faces, as well as a deep blush on their cheeks. Likewise, there didn't seem to be any damage to their costumes, so it was just chalked up to being a con. Though the one that he smacked with his bulge would find that he had the musk of an Arcanine on him now and would be next to impossible to get off.

After that first minor klutz encounter, the Arcanine was able to get into a bit of a better grove. Yes, he was still brushing up on people as he moved through the crowds, but at least he wasn't knocking them over with his size and bulk. He was still turning heads though, since he was completely massive in every definition of the word. Likewise, most of the costume furs didn't seem to mind when he brushed up on them. He even had one look up after his almost knocked him over with his bulge and mouth the word 'two' at him in shock. He nodded to that one, and almost instantly, the smaller wolf's nose started to bleed.

Blake grinned when he noticed that, and flexed forth a little. A distinct bulge in his pants pushed out, and his twin cocks were now much more pronounced and bulging from his costume pants. The wolf went wide-eyed at the bulge outline and suddenly gushed more blood from his nose and fell backwards. The Arcanine chuckled slightly before relaxing his equipment, but that had raised the musk levels around him to start getting everyone around him slightly aroused.

The pants-tightening Arcanine didn't have time to deal with the increasing manly musk in the air that he was causing. He had read on the schedule for the con that there was going to be a large meetup for Pokemon cosplayers in one of the halls, and he wanted to get there to check out everyone's costumes. He checked on his bulge and pits again. Still slightly sweaty, but now given the heat of everyone here, that was to be expected. Hopefully his heavy musky scent wouldn't be too noticeable.

Once he was sure he wasn't too offensive, the firedogs' tail was wagging as he got into an area with more space. Naturally, he was still getting whistles of approval from many of the other con-goers. He did like the attention, and gave a few stoic poses and adjusted his glasses to get more into character. Though it seemed that more of the attention was going to his looks instead of the effort he had put into his costume. Granted, they didn't know how many he had gone through until he found a set he didn't tear to shreds with his bulk, but that was fine.

The crowd, now, was mostly composed of fellow Pokemon cosplayers. There were furs of every shape mingling around together, dressed as either their favorite trainers or in a group of others to complete a theme. There were costumes of gym leaders, Elite Four members, and even others on the villainous teams from all over the game regions. Blake scanned around at the area, and noticed that he happened to be the only one who was dressed like Maxie.

The Arcanine grinned out and started to mingle. His large bulk was working it's way through the group before going to greet some of the others in costume. Blake was definitely turning heads from how he was bulging his costume out, but aside from a few pants from other canines watching him move, the other costume players were mostly civil. He did give a playful gruff and growl to the hairy bear dressed as Archie to keep in character, but he was acting on his best behavior as well.

After some mingling with everyone, a small rabbit dressed up like a trainer came by and wanted to get some photographs with all of the players. Everyone naturally agreed to show off their hard work, including Blake. In fact, it was after staring at his large body for several minutes that he made the suggestion to start getting pictures done. The various groups split off into their different factions and spread out through the hall.

Gradually, the ones dressed like Magma's began to work their way towards him. The smaller furs were mostly dressed as grunts, while a few larger ones were dressed up as his admins. Still, the large Arcanine was so huge that many of them didn't even get as high as his pecs, with most hovering around his bulging groin. Already the furs closest to him were taking note of the growing musk emanating from his costume. He did his best to try and stay natural, but that was still surrounding and filling the air of the area.

What didn't help was that it seemed like the photographers were saving his group for last. That, and more furs with camera's began to pop up, wanting pictures of the cosplayers. The Rockets, the Gym Leaders, the Galactic's and Plasma's, and all the various trainers around. It was hard to keep his rather stoic pose through the circuit of photography, but he maintained character.

But, as he was waiting, he suddenly felt something grip him from behind. He broke character for a moment, as the sudden surprise had made his glasses almost fall from his muzzle. He quickly got them back on, and then checked out what had gone on behind him. Behind him, walking away, there was a brown otter dressed like the Sinnoh trainer.

"Excuse me." The massive Arcanine let out in his deep voice.

"Huh?" The otter looked back, hearing the voice directed towards him.

"Did you..." The Arcanine's eyes flashed for a moment behind his glasses as he looked over the smaller male.

"No." He cut him off and walked off.

Blake watched him walk off, heading into a different part of the convention hall. He rubbed at his rump again, certain that someone had grabbed it, but no one else was around. Well, no need to get all bent out over that. It was a big convention and it wasn't the first time he had bumped into someone from his bulk. It was likely just an honest mistake. And he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it briefly.

But, there were still pictures to be had, and now that was out of the way, he went back to posing for the camera. He noticed that two of the smaller grunts near his groin were getting a bit enamored with his heavy musk, and gripping more along his package. Blake's package was sloshing slightly from the gripping, but he quickly solved that problem by grabbing two of the dressed grunts up and placing them on his chest to sit.

His pecs bounced a few times, partially from placing the furs on it, and partially to tease them as he kept them on his bulky form. But, that didn't hurt the picture at all. In fact, it gave them a better vantage point for being seen considering their previous location was dominated by Arcanine bulge.

The pictures continued to be snapped, and Blake was still staying slightly in character, but more and more of them were now wanting to see him bulge out in his costume. The firedog hoped that his costume would hold from all the flexing they wanted to see, but it was still fitting rather snugly, so it should hold tight. He let the two grunts down and the rest of the Magma cosplayers stepped aside to give their leader more of the spotlight.

Blake raised up one of his arms and flexed it, letting his bicep press upward and outward. The thick muscle was tightly compressed by his costume, but it still held while being outlined clearly in that clothing. Even when the veins on his arms pressed out, they held tight. He soon switched to his other arm, and the crowd of con-goers were snapping pictures like paparazzi now.

The Arcanine gruffed out and started to beef out his pecs. He grunted out with a grin and continued letting himself bulge out in his costume, showing off his powerful upper body under it all. He would have kept going, but he once again felt someone grip at his ass. He was in the middle of posing though, and breaking it at this point would ruin the pictures. He had to grit his teeth and bear it, but he did swish his fluffy tail behind him to try and push whoever was getting grabby away.

That, however, only served for whoever was behind him to move between his legs and start gripping at his package from behind. He huffed again and looked down, but couldn't see who it was past his heavy pec shelf. Whoever it was, they were quite grabby. But, once the pictures started to slow down, they stopped. Blake checked around him again once the photography was done, but there was no sign of who was feeling him up.

Well, it was still a big con. There was bound to be others who wanted to get too grabby. Considering his body and bulk, that should be expected. He did just wish they would be more open about it. He didn't mind the attention, but he wished they would just ask first. But, the groups were starting to scatter now, and since he hadn't come with any of the other Magma cosplayers, he bid them adieu and said to look him up if they ever needed a group shot again.

With that taken care of, Blake decided to check out more of the convention. His heavy steps echoed through the hot convention center as he made his way towards the shop and dealers area. That section of the convention center was much more crowded than the costume hall was. The Dealers Den was stuffed to the brim with tables and displays, and a multitude of furs in costume and others just interested in shopping for various curios were filling the walkways.

He tried to squeeze his way through the crowd, but his large bulk was making that difficult. He was already almost twice the size of the other con-goers, so trying to squeeze and work his way through them involved a lot of near misses and accidental brushes. He was trying to find a way through, but many of the males were looking at him and slowing down as they eyed him. His mere presence was actually slowing the lines down. He sighed out and shook his head before just walking into it, hoping those that saw him would spread like the Red Sea before him.

That did work, and slowly the furs were spreading apart to let him pass. It wasn't an easy path, as several furs were getting caught in his bulk. They were being squeezed and pressed tightly between him and the tables and displays, but they were able to squirm their way out from his massive form. But, that was near the edges. As Blake got deeper into Dealer's Den, the displays and tables were getting closer together. It was getting clear now the convention wasn't designed for guys his size. He was taking up both walk lanes with his bulk, and those that were trying to get through were either being forced to go back, or forced to squeeze their way around him.

Normally, that wouldn't be too bad, but Blake wasn't there to just walk though. He was there to look and purchase. And there was plenty there that he wanted to see. Tables filled with drawn art, handcrafted plushes, and various other game memorabilia. Not only that, there were several artists with pads and sketchbooks, doing drawings and pictures for those who were nearby. He was interested in picking several things, and the beefy firedog lingered at several tables, looking over wares.

Many of the dealers were completely intimidated by the massive Magma-dressed Arcanine, and leaned back as he leaned in to examine their merchandise. He batted his large paws through their wares, intently looking over all of them. As he bent over to get a closer examination, his large rump pressed into another patron and squeezed them between his firm, muscular ass and the table across the way. The horse he had inadvertently trapped got his face caught right between Blake's massive rump, and his large nostrils were getting heavy breaths of his musk. After just two breaths, the horse was rock hard and cumming hard in his pants while his hands gripped at his powerful ass.

Blake didn't even notice that he had someone trapped under his ass. He was engrossed in the tiny figures and such that the dealer was selling. His heavy pecs were looming over the table while his nips knocked a few over as they bulged through his shirt and jacket of his costume. His large ass was grinding and rubbing hard on the horse he had pinned, who was flailing backwards on the table he was caught under, knocking over the banner for the table and pushing it back onto only two legs.

The large Arcanine was done with this table though, as nothing really caught his eye as something he desperately needed. So, he finally passed to the next spot, giving the poor horse room to breathe again, as he had orgasmed a second time with his large rump grinding along him. His pants were soaked clear through and white stains were on the floor near his hooves from where he had dripped.

As he continued through the Dealers Den, Blake was coming across a section that some artists had claimed. He saw many of them were gawking at his giant form, and he made sure to flex his chest out for them. Several quickly got nosebleeds once more and nearly fell out of their chairs at the sudden display of his powerful pecs. There was one who still was watching intently and scribbling rapidly on his drawing pad. It was a wolf about half of his size and his gaze never turned away from Blake's body. His ears perked up as he caught the sound of pencil on pad, and he turned over to look at the single artist drawing with one hand. What Blake couldn't see was that his hand was down his pants and he was rapidly jerking himself off while he drew.

"Drawing me?" Blake said with a deep chuckle, making his chest puff again.

"It's a nude." The wolf replied with a deep red blush on his brown-fuzzed face.

"Drawing me nude?" The Arcanine said, raising his brow and sneaking a peek at the pad.

The artist was quite good at his quick sketch. Sure enough, the wolf was drawing him completely nude, but in the process of erupting out of his costume. The remains of his Maxie suit were falling off of his body and his massive muscles were nearly filling the entire pad. But, there was one thing the Arcanine noticed that he would need to correct now.

"I have two." He commented, pointing towards the groin area being worked on.

The artist wolf stopped for a moment, but his body was still vigorously moving. He looked up to the massive Arcanine just as Blake put his bulging package on the table. The wolf couldn't help but reach out and grab and rub at his junk through his clothes. Sure enough, there was an extra set on the Arcanine.

A thin flow of blood started to drip from the wolf's nose and he quickly went back to sketching. It was rapid and jerking from how quickly he was moving with one hand, but he was quick to add in more room for Blake's extra set of equipment. The firedog was grinning now, wanting to see just how far he would go with this. He leaned in closer again, trying to get a better view of his work, which pushed his package closer to him. His manly musk was getting stronger, and the wolf was taking many deep breaths now.

The wolf leaned in closer, his junk practically the drawing board for the artist now. Which, he did use as such, pressing his artpad against his junk. He had to be careful, as he was throbbing through his pants, to keep his lines steady but he was able to manage. However, while the artist was working, Blake felt someone grope at his inner thigh. He looked over to the side, since his bulge and the table were blocking a direct view, but he didn't see anyone. There was still definitely someone pressing against his body though, but perhaps it was the artist rubbing his feet along his legs.

After a few more minutes, he quickly tore off the paper from the pad. There he was, drawn on the pad with his costume in shreds with his double dicks gushing hard and his pecs bulging out massively. A few seconds later, the wolf arched and spasmed. The scent of his cum filled the air as he finished jacking himself off. The alpha Arcanine smirked at it, still appreciative of the picture drawn, but he couldn't have had anything ruin his costume yet. It was a good thing he didn't have the shoes on his costume, or they would have had gotten the artist's cum on them, as he felt the warm seed of the wolf splatter on his footpaws. Though, from how the wolf was reacting, he was expecting a much larger flow.

"You got some cum on me, better make sure you clean it up." The Arcanine commanded, looking at the wolf right in the eyes. Their gaze met, and he saw Blake's purple eyes glow and flash slightly. A short series of circles appeared in his gaze and the artist wolf was starting to feel numb in the head. His tongue slipped out of his muzzle for a moment as he put his artpad down and then slipped under the table.

The firedog wiggled his paws under the table while his package still throbbed on top of it, and just for a moment, he felt four hands gripping on his beefy legs. But, it only lasted for the briefest of moments before it was back down to two. Did he have someone down there earlier? That was a question for later, as soon he felt the wolf grab one of his footpaws and try to lift it up. Blake allowed him to do so, and soon felt his muzzle and tongue lapping at his foot. His tongue slid between his toes and eagerly slllluuuurrped at his foot, licking the cum he had spilled on him, off.

"Mmmm... very good wolf pup." Blake said in a deep voice while he worked over his footpaws, "Make sure you get all the cum off of the alpha."

Blake wiggled his toes again, and soon the wolf let his foot go, and the Arcanine allowed him to get to his other one to repeat the process. This time, however, the wolf started with the underside of his foot, nuzzling and licking at his soft paw pads before moving up between his toes and then licking his cum off of the top of his foot where he had splashed it. He could feel him still gripping and slurping in his hypnotic controlled gaze. He was starting to slide his paws up his pants leg as well, but most of his focus was on his feet.

The Arcanine looked about and noticed that several of the other artists had recovered from their nosebleeds and were looking on in lust. His large fluffy tail was wagging behind him as he noticed them staring and blushing at the situation. Many of them were starting to draw as well, and it seemed like he was quite the model for these furry artists. He wouldn't be able to pay all of them, but it didn't seem like that was going to be an issue.

"That's it, wolfy, keep licking." Blake ordered, feeling his tongue along his toes again.

The wolf eagerly went back to his feet, making sure to get every drip of the seed cleaned off from his alpha dog. His hands were gripping at his powerful calves now, and he was gripping tight into his firm muscles. It was a pretty good feel, and he was sure that the wolf had licked up all of his cum from off of him, but he was still sliding up and rolling his pant legs. He couldn't have his costume too ruffled up, as it felt like he was trying to climb up his pant legs now as he reached upward. Blake imagined that if his junk wasn't on the artists table, he'd be grabbing at that instead.

"Okay, that's enough wolf pup." Blake said, taking one large step back. The wolf was still clinging onto his leg and gripping onto him as he dragged him out from under the table. There was a purple haze still in his eyes, and the large Arcanine snapped his paw once before it faded out. He was still holding on and looked up at the massive firedog, but couldn't see him past his junk and pecs. It wasn't until he reached down to grab him and held him by the scruff of his neck that the wolf could see the massive male. Of course, given the Arcanine's size, his rump hit another artist fur in the face, and he was engulfed by his large, fluffy tail and soaked in his musk for a moment, before he stood back upright.

Blake placed him back in his chair where he belonged. The wolf was shuddering as he looked over the massive male while bleeding a river out of his nose. He took the sketch that he had drawn and pulled out a few bills from his wallet after pulling that out of his pocket. In addition, he pulled out one of the business cards for Kades Delivery Service and placed it with his bills, which had his home address listed on it.

"Drop it by here when you're done." He said with a wink.

The wolf grabbed the business card and wiped his nose bleed off on his sleeve before taking a big whiff of his scent that was on it before pocketing it. He put the sketch of the massive muscle dog away to work on it later, and Blake started to move on, knowing that he'd definitely be seeing him once the convention was over.

The other artists were still scribbling him as he walked off, but he didn't want to drag more of their attention, so he was going to move to a different part of the Dealers Den. There were various other artistic crafts being sold as Blake moved through the den. A few handmade candles in lanterns straight out of the Zelda series, a satchel like the trainers bag, and a selection of video game fan comics that were independently printed and sold. In addition, there were many subbed anime DVD's for sale, with both popular and obscure ones lining the tables.

But, the Arcanine was moving on from this part. He wanted to check out the clothing and costume options that were for sale. There were several racks with costumes lined up on hangers and many appeared to go in deep. They were expensive, but that was to be expected from some who couldn't make their own and came in late without a costume.

Blake started to look through the costumes on the racks, noticing the details made in each one. He rubbed some of the fabric through his paws, feeling the softness and consistency stitched within. The Arcanine pushed a few aside, admiring how much work had gone into them. They were professionally made and it showed. He growled a bit happily as he examined them, and continued looking over them.

"These are very nice." He said, looking over to the four-foot lizard man he towered over. Blake's shadow likely weighed more than he did, but his fingers were easily nimble enough to get the threads where they needed to be. But, his towering presence was still intimidating, but even he could see the bulge in his pants as he looked him over.

"Oh, ummm... so is yours..." He said, looking away from the face of the Arcanine, but still staring at his bulge out of the corner of his eye. "Yours is very nice too. Did you make it yourself?"

"Mmmhmmm..." Blake replied, "I tend to need to make coats and jackets for smaller guys then me for work, if I don't have Lance or Basch do so. They're pretty good too, but I did make this one myself. It took a while getting my size right. This is actually my last one."

He stepped forward again, his bulge pressing into the clothing rack now. The lizard tailor couldn't help but reach out and feel the bulged clothing pressing into his wares, getting them all heavy with Arcanine musk. He went wide-eyed at feeling just how big he was below, and how much give they had, showing he wasn't hard yet.

"So ummm...." The lizard gulped, "How... big are you... if it took a while to get your size right?"

The Arcanine looked through some more of the costumes, and then looked back to the tailor. His gaze was locked onto his bulge now.

"I'll put it this way." Blake replied, "My cockslit is bigger then you are. At half mast."

The front of the lizard's pants instantly had a wet white stain on them and he slumped back in his chair. He had just gotten a mental image of that, and that was more than his mind could handle. He was shaking in his chair for a few moments, staring at the huge bulge of the firedog. Blake just smirked at his reaction and went back through the rack of costumes.

A few moments later, the lizard tailor spoke up again after clearing his throat. His pants were still a mess, but he'd deal with that later.

"So ummm..." he started again, looking up at the Arcanine, "You made that yourself? Well, what do you think of mine?"

"Well," Blake said, "The stitching is great so far. And the cloth all seems to be very high quality. Not only that but..."

He stopped for a moment when he felt a set of hands gripping into his bulge again. Blake looked over to the lizard, but he had his hands to himself. His attention turned back to the clothes rack, as someone had snuck inside and was groping him. A soft growl escaped from his throat. The Arcanine pushed the hung costumes to the side quickly to show off the inside of the rack.

But, there was no one there. The outfits on the opposite side were swishing though, meaning someone had definitely been hiding there and had been groping him. He leaned in and smelled at the area, and got the distinct scent of wolf cum. The same from the artist earlier.

"Someone's following me...." He thought to himself.

He looked back towards the direction of the artists, but the answer wouldn't be there. He felt the two gropes back at his table, but remembered the first set ran off before he got the wolf down there. Blake leaned back into the center of the clothes rack and sniffed again. The scent wasn't strong, but it was still noticeable. But, combined with the other smells here at the con, plus how many others would have a faint aroma of cum meant that finding whoever was doing this wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey," Blake said to the lizard, "Did you see anyone sneak into here?"

"Bulgeeeee...." The tailor said, drooling over himself. He wasn't going to be much use in this situation.

The Arcanine sighed. He really wanted to enjoy the con, and he didn't mind the gropes, but at the very least if they were going to grope him, do it openly. It seemed like until he found out who was doing this, whoever was doing this would continue to pester him. So, his best course of action would be to track down that scent, hard as it may be in this con, and find his serial groper.

His powerful nose went into action. He picked up the scent of the wolf's cum again and started to follow it. He'd need to take the long way around unless he wanted to crash through this lizard's wares, but considering he already crashed his brain, he'd leave him with something. The Arcanine worked his way through the rest of the clothing and costume section of the Dealers Den, wishing he had the time to examine all of it.

When he picked up the scent again, he had wound in a much more heated section of the convention. It was the adult area. All around him, clearly on display, were adult materials. Bondage and fetish gear hung from the walls, sex toys of all shapes and sizes were lined up, and more brands of lube then he could possibly comprehend were on sale. Somehow, though, this didn't surprise him that his groper had fled here.

Then, like before, all the merchants were staring at him. Not only from the sheer lust in their eyes, but from the dollar signs going off in their minds. Blake didn't step three feet into this section before there was a fox in front of him, asking him to star in his next adult movie. The Arcanine glared at him, his purple eyes started to swirl behind his costumed glasses. The fox looked back at him and his jaw started to slack, and he slowly walked over to his table again. He grabbed a nearby piece of posterboard and wrote '90% off all stock' on it, before slumping in his chair. It didn't take long for a small crowd to form in front of his stand and buy out his stock at much cheaper than it was worth.

Blake gruffed out some once he moved on from there, but the stares kept coming. He sniffed more into the air, trying to track down where it was coming from. His large, lumbering form continued through the adult section of the den, his nose leading him more than his eyes. There was much he'd be willing to browse, but much of the toys weren't designed for a male his size. Even the dildo's lined up, the largest one wasn't even an eighth of his length.

The scent was getting harder to pick up on, as the musk of other convention goers were starting to overpower it. Likewise, his own musk was getting heavier as well as his equipment brushed along the inside of his clothing. His package jostled and shook as he rushed to follow the scent, but it was getting harder and harder to track down. It didn't help that lots of the smaller men were getting in his way, and he was forced to push through them.

But, it was too late. The scent was getting overtaken, and it was soon gone, leaving Blake caught in the middle of a group of tables with vibrating dildo's and dirty magazines plastered on the front. The Arcanine growled out to himself and tried to find the scent again, but it was lost.

"Drat..." He growled under his breath, "Well... I doubt he'll stay back for long. I'll just have to catch him next time he makes his move."

Well, perhaps knowing that he was aware of whoever his mystery groper was and had gone after him, he'd lay back for a bit and give him more time to enjoy the convention. He hadn't expected to be in this part, at least so soon, but whatever. He was here to have a good time, not to get stressed about someone who didn't know boundaries.

Either way, he decided to head back to the front spot, looking over all the sex toys that were clearly displayed. He couldn't help but stifle a few laughs at the largest ones they had, and then the dealers looking over him and realizing that their stock and supply was woefully inadequate. The bulge prominently displayed in his pants was bigger than most, and he wasn't even hard.

As he continued though, he noticed something interesting one of the vendors brought. It was a plastic and rubber mold to make sex toys in the shape of your own equipment. There were a few other furs blushing slightly as they walked off with their mold in a brown paper bag. He had stopped only for a moment to look over it, but that was long enough for a crowd to gather. The collective group all seemed to have the same idea in their mind when they saw the large Arcanine, and the mold maker.

Like before, Blake could practically hear the dollar signs going off in the dealer's head as he looked him over. He took a few steps over to the table, and saw the excited glint in the eyes of those around. His junk swayed side to side as he stepped over to the table, and he decided to play innocent, like he had no idea what was going on, or what they were thinking.

"So what do we have here?" Blake said, pushing up his costume glasses and examining the table.

"Well big guy..." The roo vendor replied, looking up at the huge shelf of the firedog's chest, "This is a stand where you can make your own cock into a mold for a dildo. It's a rather simple process, and when it's done, you can see if you can take yourself."

He looked over the Arcanine again.

"I'm not sure if I brought enough for someone as big as you though, but... you'd definitely be the biggest."

"Oh really?" He said, adjusting himself again and leaning his package onto the table, "How big have you made them so far?"

The Kangaroo turned red in the face and had to resist grabbing at the bulge that was invading his commerce. "Ummm..." His gaze dropped down from the firedog's pecs to his package, "Three... feet was the largest so far." He blinked a few times and then looked up at the thick chest hair that was pressing out of Blake's costume, feeling a deep-seated need to just dive into his neck and chest fluff.

"I see, three feet." He said, bringing a hand under his chin, "So your largest is still smaller than I am soft, huh?"

The vendor could feel a nosebleed coming on, but he sniffed once to keep his blood inside his body.

"Well, I mean..." He stated, "You have to think of most... asses, and what they can take."

"No, no, I get it." Blake replied, "Though, you have to understand, I can get guys your size up my ass easily, and I don't mean your cock. You're right though, there's likely not an ass out there that can hold mine, considering how easily I can shove people bigger than you into them."

That brought on the nose bleed. The merchant quickly grabbed a handkerchief and brought it to his face to stuff himself and stop the flow.

"So... you eat people?" He stuttered slightly, "With..."

"Everything I can." Blake finished for him.

"Everything you can." He parroted, "Well, I'm getting an idea. Instead of a solid one... we make it hollow. That way... they can have a toy cock large enough to eat them."

"Interesting..." Blake said, a slight grin along his features, "Do you think that would be a popular seller?"

Almost instantly, all the furs behind him rose up as one and clamored for a mold of his equipment. That came as a surprise to both Blake and the vendor. The Arcanine figured at least some would speak up, but there had to be at least fifty furs who were saying they would love to go down his cock, even if it was a mold.

Blake could hear the dollar signs go off again in the roo vendor's mind, and the vendor was stroking his bulge like it was a goose that laid golden eggs. The crowd of furs around them were starting to come closer, each of them waving a fist full of bills, the price apparently of no concern to have a mold like that. The Arcanine had to raise his arms up as the group was getting way too close for comfort. His pits were slightly damp from his previous running, and his heavy musk was flowing out more when he raised them up. Yet, that only seemed to make the crowd more raucous as his heavy male aroma filled the area.

"Whoa, easy now, it's not even made yet!" The vendor was shouting out, trying to push them back. He looked towards the Arcanine, as if trying to get some help with the crowd control. Blake simply shrugged, just a part of this as anyone else.

What did catch his attention was that someone had gripped the edges to the back pants of his costume and pushed something into them. His tail brushed back, feeling someone near there, but he soon felt something hard and squirming press between his cheeks. There was a low buzz coming from it and it was going in deep. Someone had pressed a vibrating dildo into his pants and rump!

"What in the world...?" He gruffed out, wiggling his muscular butt through the crowd. The throes of furs around him were still pressing on him, and errant hands were getting the vibrating sex toy deeper into his rump!

Blake's cheeks spread out as the large sex toy was shoved further in, and the Arcanine gruffed out again and clenched tightly on it to keep it from moving and possibly ruining his costume. The large firedog huffed out again as it continued to vibrate and spread through his body, so his ass clenched even tighter on the hard toy. This wasn't helping his arousal, or his sweating, and a few more watery stains messed with his suit through his fur, and a tiny rip started to form right at the inseam of his crotch. He was going to need to be rid of this as fast, and the best way to do it was to take it entirely.

The Arcanine's body barely shook from the large toy inside of him, but he could still feel it as he dragged it deeper up his body. He gave a few light pants as it was pulled deeper inside. It also wasn't helping that he had so many tiny, worshiping hands and paws brushing along his lower body. Getting it past his prostate would be the hardest part, because too many vibrations on that, and his twins would burst free and wreck his suit. Blake's insides kept dragging it up, slurping up the sex toy with the same ease as if he was taking anything else up his rump, but it was still vibrating inside of him, and it felt really good.

As the tip of the toy started to vibrate and rub along his prostate, the large firedog took several deep, calming breaths. He could already feel his twin arousals start to perk up from the sensation, and the mental fortitude required was immense. His groin was starting to sweat as he focused on not bursting free, and his package was gently wobbling from his efforts. Even with smaller furs gripping onto his junk, he could still feel it shaking and slight pre dabs stained the front.

He could already feel his package straining and pushing out, the vibrating toy pushing deeper into him, and making his twin cocks desire freedom from their constraining clothing. The gripping paws along him continued to rub, but Blake focused on getting that toy in deep enough so it wouldn't bother him further. Every ripple from his insides dragged it further in as he clenched tightly and pulled up. He could feel the base of it slide right past his inner sweet spot, and then ascend further in. He took another relaxing breath, and let his body naturally ripple it further up, having successfully gotten it past the danger spots.

Blake noticed that his chest fur was slightly moist, as he had sweated more than he had thought he did in order to not erupt in a muscular eruption from his arousal. He could still feel it moving and vibrating in him though, and would continue until he absorbed it. He patted his belly once and looked at the crowd of smaller furs around him, many of them taking deep, heavy whiffs of his musk and aroma. He'd have to disappoint them, because now with the risk of his pants rippling to shreds mostly gone, he was going to find his serial groper now and put an end to this.

Of course, first he was going to have to get rid of this crowd around him.

"Alright!" Blake roared out, fishing a business card out of his pocket and putting it on the toymaker's table, "Meet me at my place with your thing. Everyone else? Go to him and put your order in!"

The sea of furs around him started to crowd the table, and the kangaroo nearly fell out of his chair to grab the card and deal with all the money being thrown at him. Piles of bills were tossed into the air, but it did succeed in getting Blake freed from their grabby paws.

He stepped away from the crowd as best as he could, though he still had one grabbing onto his footpaw and nuzzling between his toes. Blake flicked his large toe and smacked them on the nose, and then shook him off. He adjusted his pants, making sure the tears weren't too bad and kept his costume glasses on his muzzle before leaving this section. There were even more furs rushing out to get molds of his cocks now and running past him.

"Mmm... looks like a lot of sluts want to be eaten by my dicks..." He thought to himself as he walked out of the adult section of the Dealers Den.

The Arcanine looked over, trying to see if there was a clock or schedule of events nearby. Thankfully, the next big panel, which was something he hoped to get to, wasn't for another two hours. That would give him more then enough time time to track down his serial groper and give them a piece of his mind. He could still feel the sex toy vibrating as it slid up his body, and part of him was thinking he might make him go up and pull it out.

But then he caught it again. The faint scent of the wolf's cum was back in the air. He locked onto that as best as he could and started to follow it. The gawking furs still continued to stare as he lumbered past, nearly switching to all fours to keep his speed up. But, the last thing he needed was to switch to feral in front of all of them. He could handle this as he was.

As he followed the scent, he looked over the various furs watching him over. He could tell the scent was getting stronger now, unlike last time. He was catching up to them, or they weren't going as fast. His purple gaze scanned through the crowd. More furs staring and gawking at him. It was only after this did he realize that he was in the main hallway, where there was the largest concentration of con-goers about. There were easily over a thousand in this hallway alone.

But still, the scent was strong. There may have been many furs here, but he was here. And Blake was going to find him.

"Muscledog, I choose you!"

Blake's ears twitched and then suddenly someone jumped at the back of his neck. The Arcanine leaned forward slightly from the impact. His nose twitched though, as the wolf cum was coming from whoever had jumped onto him!

Blake growled slightly as the fur who jumped him was clinging and humping onto his neck. He could feel that whoever it was, he had a rather impressive bulge as well, but was grinding it along his back and neck. However, the Arcanine was in no mood for this, and reached behind him to grab at whoever had hopped onto him. The fur was dodging his large paws, but soon he slapped them around him and managed to get the fur by their clothes. The firedog pulled and pried to get him off of him, before he popped off and he could finally see who was groping him this entire time.

"You..." Blake said, recognizing the same otter who had been dressed as the Sinnoh protagonist in the cosplay hall. Back when he first felt someone grab his butt.

The otter had his tongue sticking out as he squirmed in Blake's tight grip. But he soon lifted his arms straight up and slid out of his vest and landed on the ground. Before the Arcanine could grab him again, the otter clung to his leg and started squeezing at his junk. But, unlike the others, he was forcing his fingers into the tears in the inseam of his costume and making the tears worse.

"Stop that, you..."

"Bobert, Pokemon Trainer!" The otter said.

"Bobert! Cut that out, I worked hard on this costume! You're going to ruin it!"

"Oh yeah, mmf well aren't most pokemons suppose to be naked, Mr big floof dog?" He taunted and started climbing higher up his large body.

Bobert's bravado was countered with a yelp as the large paw of the Arcanine grabbed onto him again, this time getting him by the scruff of his neck. Blake held him up near eye level, not yet going to rape his mind.

"Give me one good reason, you little prick, on why I shouldn't eat you right now." Blake growled.

"Ya got big tits that are need of some honkin. Honk honk." Bobert replied, reaching down and gripping at the Arcanines pecs and grabbing his nips through the fabric.

The Arcanine involuntarily flexed at that, puffing his chest out further. He gritted his teeth when the sound of tearing echoed out again, his clothes starting to rip under his pumped-up body. The firedog pulled the otter slightly away from his chest, but he had a death grip on his nips and refused to let go or stop squeezing them. It wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't for the fact that they were sensitive, and every time he did so he flexed out again.

Under normal circumstance, he wouldn't have much of a problem with that. If he was in a playful mood, he might even encourage it. But the otter was ruining his costume that he had worked so hard on!

"Cut that out! Hnngh shit, you are going to ngh-" He growled, and let go of Bobert, hoping that he'd drop again and this time he could just kick him away if needed. But, the otter didn't let go. He kept his grip on his nubs and was still squeezing them, but now he was hanging on his front using his body as a hand hold!

"Cut what out?" Bobert replied, pressing his face into the Arcanine's chest, "I'm just hanging around."

The otter squeezed again as he humped into his form, pressing into Blake's belly and rubbing his package along his firm abs and stomach. His small paws had a death grip on Blake's nips and he was still pressing and grinding his junk along his front. His dangling feet were kicking slightly, but he soon found his footing on the Arcanine's bulging package, and was soon leaning backwards to try and tug on his chest nubs.

Blake gruffed and huffed out again, still flexing his chest from all the tugging. A few wet spots appeared in the otter's grip from where he was squeezing his nubs as he pumped upward and outward. The sounds of rips and tearing continued to echo out from his body as he was involuntarily pumping up. His furry biceps were starting to show through the seams on the arms of his suit and the back was starting to tear.

"The hell are you doing? Get off!!" He shouted out, but that was only met by the otter grinding more along his gut, and then finally the upper part of Blake's costume, that he worked so hard to make, finally tore into shreds on his body. His hairy, furry form exploded out of it, leaving his costume in tatters along his upper body. It was a miracle that his pants had stayed on, but even now, the tearing could be heard near his legs and along his inseam.

Still, despite the alpha Arcanine's command, the otter didn't get go. He was still hanging and dangling from his chest, and was now pressing his face right into his meaty pecs. His belly fuzz was getting rubbed about by the muzzle of the otter as he was kissing and slurping along his front, and gave his valley a deep smooch. It seemed like he was enjoying this as well, as he soon started hanging from his chest from a single nub. The only reason he let go, it seemed, was to reach into his own costume pants and pulled out his own rather large otter cock.

Even with his junk out, Bobert the otter wasn't doing anything different. He was still squeezing on his nub with one hand and was now grinding along his furry front with his arousal. What came as a surprise to the otter was when his grinding cock pressed along and found Blake's navel hidden under all that fluff and fuzz. An evil grin formed on his face as he swung around on his front, but then slammed his cock right into the belly button of Blake.

The tight hole clenched hard around Bobert's cock. Still, the otter kept pushing in and pulling out, working to fuck the Arcanine's belly button as he kept squeezing on his nub. The otter grinned as he got a better grip, and with his feet solidly gripped around the swelling package of the firedog, he started humping and thrusting into his hole. The Arcanine was growling out as the otter was abusing his front, and he was still clenching tight around him, trying to grab his dick to keep him from thrusting in.

"You little bastard, stop... ngh.... thrusting in there so deep!" He growled out as the otter slammed in.

However, it seemed his efforts were having the opposite effect. Instead of discouraging the otter from thrusting into his belly, it seemed like it was making him push in harder and faster. His belly fluff was rustling and shaking as the thick otter meat pressed into his belly, and then Blake felt his insides start to rubble and ripple faster. Blake looked down for a moment as his gut rippled, even with Bobert still thrusting into him. It took a moment, but he soon realized that the otter had thrusted into his belly so deeply he had hit the vibrater he was pulling up his rump, and had somehow set it onto its highest speed!

The Arcanine huffed, the internal vibrations and mix of otter fucking his navel were getting to be a bit much for him to take. His body was shaking as he fought to keep control of it, but the rips and tears were filling the air. Not only that, the front of his costume pants were starting to have two growing wet spots forming on them.

"Shi-shit, it's so fucking deep. Stop thinking about it, Rrgh don't fuck up the costume!" He thought out, but the effort was futile. The ripes grew louder as the otter kept thrusting. Soon, the sounds of inevitability echoed out through the hallway, and Blake's twin cocks finally burst through, shredding his costume pants and leaving his costume in tatters. His massively lengths knocked the otter off of him, but he grabbed onto the towering spires as they shot upward, getting carried several feet off the ground. He was still trying to bother him, as he was rubbing his veiny lengths, and once he was higher up, he lept off Blake's lengths and grabbed onto one of his arms.

The Arcanine's attention was divided now. He had an otter crawling up his body like a spider monkey, his costume was a tattered mess, leaving him completely nude and aroused in the hallway surrounded by easily over a thousand furs, and his equipment was knocking people over with his size and girth. He had the otter gripping and straddling his arm now and humping his bicep while kissing the top of it while he tried to keep his cocks under control. It seemed like he was doing all he could to make him burst out completely.

Blake looked over the scene that the otter had created. At least three-fourths of the con hall were jacking off at the sight and the other quarter were grabbing the nearest guy to them and grinding on them. Not only that, his heavy musk was filling the air. It was so powerful and potent that even he was picking up on it, and it was his natural scent. There was no point in fighting this anymore. It seemed like the otter had won, but Blake was sure as hell going to make him question if victory was worth it.

He turned to look over the otter, still humping and grinding along his bicep. The Arcanine flexed his arm, making the massive arm muscle swell upward, pushing the otter back along his forearm as he bulged outward.

"Alright so you're a little muscle slut, eh?" Blake grinned, with a hint of a sinister growl in his tone, "You want a huge fucking Alpha? Well I'm going to show what you've unleashed and why I try my damndest to not lose control."

The Arcanine's bicep pumped up further, and a powerful vein popped up on his mountainous bicep. The otter still gripped and squeezed at the pulsing vein as he ground and kissed more at his furry arm. Blake's arm rippled as he pressed Bobert back and forth on his large arm, making sure that each move vibrated along the otter's cock, making him ooze pre onto the otter's costume.

Bobert gulped as he tried to speak, he may have pushed this a little too far, but even the otter was having trouble resisting the musk's influence. "P-pff it's not that freakin impress-"

"Really now? You're fucking putty in my arms and do you see these other little flies?" The massive rippling arm of the canine waved at the crowds surrounding him. "They're just like you, little sluts drooling over what a real man is."

His gaze went out to the other furs. Many were losing themselves to the lust his musk was unleashing on the hallway, and soon he motioned for some who still had mental faculties to come over towards him. A small crowd of around five rushed over to the massive male. The Arcanine pressed his equipment out, and all of them started to rub at his massive balls and thick cocks. Every pump of pleasure that rocked his body made his twin towers of meat pulse in time with his beating heart. Each pump gushed out a spray of Arcanine pre over the crowd of horny furs. He could feel their smaller hands press into his hot sac and brush along the extra fuzz that separated out the valley of his left and right nut, and more of them were scampering upward to grip his duel cocks.

"Shit, do you see this?" Blake groaned out as his voice dropped another octave. "This is what a man is; pure fucking testosterone, a god damn Alpha! Ain't none of you shits got anything on this."

Now that he had a small crowd of worshipers, he pumped his pecs outward. The thick mounds of meat pushed together, making the thick cords of muscle strain under his fur. His fuzzy chest and mane expanded out before he growled and huffed out and grabbed the otter off of his arm. Bobert still gripped tightly onto his bulging bicep but the Arcanine was much stronger than he was, and he was easily able to pry him off of his fuzzy arm.

The otter had a brief moment away from the Arcanine and nearly cummed looking at how massive he was getting. The clothes he had been wearing had been constricting more of him then he had thought. The firedog was getting thicker and thicker with every pump and pulse of his muscular body. Not only that, but his musk was getting more and more powerful, almost like a heavy humidity that was sticking to his own fur. His nose twitched every time he took a breath as it was becoming more Arcanine musk then oxygen getting to his head.

Bobert struggled in the air as he was held by his costume in Blake's grip, but he wasn't getting out of this one as easily as before.

"See what you've done, boy?" Blake grinned, his voice deep it shook his body with the heavy vibrations. "Oooh fuck that's nice."

"I... I regret nothing!" The otter gasp, reaching down to try and grab more at the Arcanine. "Eh-every trainer want to make sure they catch the biggest and most bad-ass Pokemon!"

"Now ain't that cute, thinking you have a chance, boy." The Arcanine growled with a smile, before he let the otter go.

Bobert gasped out before he fell onto one of Blake's hairy pecs. He was only there for a moment before a powerful flex shot the otter back into the air, flipping him head over heels and landing on Blake's other mound. He tried to grip onto some of his fuzz for support, but his sweaty, musky fur was too slick to get a solid grip on, and the otter was soon flexed into the air again. His cock slapped him in his own face as he was juggled again and smacked with more of Blake's heavy chest.

Bobert tried to grab onto him again, but once more he was bounced into the air. This time, however, as he was squirming and wiggling in mid-air, Blake's heavy cocks unloaded another gush of pre from his tips, splattering the otter in the air from all the grips, squeezes, and rubs from his cock and balls. The clear fluid soaked the otter all the way through his costume, and he gasped and gurked out as he spun before he landed. This time not on Blake's chest, but on his twin cocks. He gripped onto the head of one and realized too late that his own arousal had slid into the other cock of the Arcanine. Blake's second cock clenched and tugged on his arousal, almost like an expert mouth sucking on it, and the otter yelped out as he humped into it, finally unloading his own thick cum down the shaft of the Arcanine.

"Oh, really now?" Blake said, "Did the muscle slut burst a nut so soon? Heh, just you fucking wait. That splat is a measly drop in the pool compared to what I have in store."

Bobert was still gripping onto the thick and fat cockhead of the Arcanine and the slit opened in front of him as he was gushing into the second set. As he humped into Blake's cock, the first one was gushing pre hard, getting the otter right in the face. For the entire five minutes Bobert unloaded into Blake's nuts, he was getting an equal amount of pre from the massive firedog. It wasn't until Bobert's load had subsided that he was pulled off again, the large Arcanine gripping onto him to pull him off of his equipment. The reprieve was short-lived, however, as he was pressed right into the hairy and sweaty armpit of the Arcanine.

The otter gasped out as the heavy aroma of the firedog was forced into his face and he was pressed tightly into that thick pit. His pre-soaked body was pressed hard into him, and the heavy musk was getting Bobert hard again. He gripped into the heavy back and pecs of the Arcanine as he was pushed in, trying to force his face free to get fresher air, but his musk was that powerful and overwhelming. He was starting to get light-headed from all of the scents invading his nose.

While Blake was treating the otter like a loofah, he was paying attention to the crowd of furs around him. He had several gripping onto his balls and a fox was on the shoulders of a skunk to swing up and reach his cocks. The male did eventually succeed and gripped onto one of Blake's shafts and was grinding his entire body along the veiny length that was larger than he was. He also felt a few going for his ass, and his long, fluffy tail was brushing along them as they pressed and rubbed and gripped at his muscular rump.

"Nnnngh, you see boy..." Blake growled, "Ya don't want me to let myself go too much. Because squirt, I love to fucking show off. I am the god damn fucking definition of a dominant, masculine, virile, massive mountain of man!"

The Arcanine pumped out further, his form getting thicker and wider as the mane around his neck and chest was getting even thicker. The cream-fur covering his chest was practically a forest of hair as it sprouted further before he pulled the otter out from his pit and slid him along his fuzzy mane. His junk bulged out further, knocking down more of the furs around him as his cock, balls, and ass expanded outward.

Blake's body was pulsing again as his muscles pumped forward and outward, sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine. He huffed and growled, seeing his cocks shoot upward. His nipples were as thick as the otter's head now and crowning his pecs that could shatter steel beams between them. He was absolutely loving growing outward like this, and the pleasure was bringing him closer and closer to his edge.

"Nghf-now you're gonna see a real man let loose, this is fucking more like it!" He roared out in pleasure. The combination of small furs rubbing along him, his own powerful musk, and the humping along his balls and rump finally pushed Blake past the edge. His powerful deep roar was like an explosion going off, shredding the clothing of every fur in the convention hall and beyond a block radius out. Window shattered and walls cracked from the powerful alpha Arcanine's voice. His powerful body shook as his balls pulled up close to his body. A thick bulge formed at the base of the Arcanine's cock and his urethra bulged out visibly.

That massive bulge started to expand, and Blake huffed and growled as every pump and pulse of his cocks made it larger and thicker. His orgasm forced it's way up his twin shafts pressing out onto the furs who had attempted to get back up before he roared out once more. At that point, his cockslits opened wide and gushed out his flood, the first shots as powerful as a volcanic eruption going off from the fire-type.

Bobert looked on wide-eyed at the massive flood of cum that was shooting from the Arcanine's twin shafts. He had never seen anyone blast as much cum as that before, and that was just the first blast! The Arcanine's gushing cocks arched high into the air, splattering into the high ceiling of the con hall. Another blast hit the far wall and would have kept going if not for said wall. Every shot and blast, nude convention goers were blasted with cum with the force of a cannon behind them. However, with the firedog distracted by his mind-bending orgasm, the otter squirmed out of his grip. Blake didn't notice him sliding out, even with a splash when he landed, as the convention hall was slowly flooding with his cum.

A wave of seed from Blake's gushing cocks took him off of his feet, making him land with a splash in his cum, completely coating him in white. He scampered back to his feet to try and get away before the next blasting wave, because at this rate he'd be needing to swim out of it. The loud roars of the Arcanine would send smaller men scurrying if they weren't caught in his flood, and his powerful cocks continued to gush out, firing with no control behind them except to go as powerfully as they could.

The ocean of cum that Blake was firing showed no sign of stopping. The amount the otter had fired into him had long since been absorbed by his own hot cum, and thick ropes of his spunk hung from the ceiling and walls, like a spiderweb of pure masculinity. The many convention goers were caught in his spunk, sticking to their bodies and getting his aroma stuck to them permanently. His throbbing cocks loomed powerfully over everyone in the hallway, with many furs gasping out just from the shock of seeing his masculinity. As much as lust was filling the hall, there was a twinge of shame among all of them, as even the next tallest fur at the con wasn't even as big as his cocks.

"Yeah, you see that flies?" He growled out, looking at the crowd of furs, "This is a fucking alpha dog! I just cummed more in a small blast then you'd blast in your entire life! This is why I eat fuckers like you, because as a part of seed, your lives would mean something!"

Blake roared again, pumping out his muscular form. Even after an orgasm that powerful, his lengths were both hard and at attention, further giving proof that was just a small release for him. He turned a few times, and his hard, throbbing cocks smacked into smaller furs, knocking them off their feet. He stretched out and arched his back and sniffed the air. It smelled exactly like him, but what he was looking for was that otter.

Bobert had his costume in his grip as he swam through the sea of cum flooding the convention center. It was deep enough that he could barely touch the bottom, so it was faster to swim then wade through the white flood. His own cock was still at full arousal from all that, and it was bobbing and slapping at his face as he tried to get away.

"Okay, I might have gone a bit too far." He thought to himself as he pushed his way out the door to flee the center, "I'll head back to the hotel, hop into the pool, clean myself off, and get the heck out of here before that dumb dog even knows what happened!"

Bobert got the door open to the inner corridor and saw that the flood had reached there as well. All through the hall were furs fucking and sucking each other, under the powerful influence of Blake's musk and cum. At least it wasn't so deep that he couldn't reach the bottom, but the powerful and overwhelming scent of the male Arcanine was impossible to avoid, even here.

"Get a room you pervs!" The naked otter with a hyper hard-on shouted to the fucking furs as he crossed through them. "Geez, the fuck is with this con."

The wet smacks and loud moans echoed through the hallway as the otter splashed his way through them. It was worse in the convention hall itself, where his musk had caused several of the males to spontaneously rip out of their own costumes as well from their muscles expanding outward. Those who were caught in it were practically drugged on his bara scent, and were becoming more massive as a result. But the loud sounds of mansex were echoing further, even as the otter fled to the hotel.

He could watch as the fucking males roared out deeper and deeper as they thrusted in public. Their bodies were getting thicker as they drank more of the Arcanine's musk in the air. Hairy chests and arms were pressing out through costume shirts and rips forming in their clothes were showing their large bellies were growing deep treasure trails as the moans got deeper and deeper, shaking the walls with the heavy bass.

Bobert kept his back to the wall as he waded through the seed before finally getting to the hotel. Even there, furs were growing and fucking on the floor as the musk filled the air. He was quickly becoming the smallest male around. It was also getting hard to see with his cock bopping him in the face as he waddled through the hotel with his cum-soaked costume in his grip.

"Good gaaaawd, haven't you guys heard of public decency!" He scolded another pair of fucking males, before turning slightly and smacking the bare ass of a rhino with his dick as he rushed to the pool of the hotel.

Bobert was almost home free, but there was one last obstacle in his way. There was a fox dressed like Fox McCloud in the hallway, currently doubled over before he roared out deeply and started growing out of his costume. The flight jacket was tearing off of his body as his massive pecs pushed out and the sleeves were ripping from the bulging arms, showing off his growing arm hair underneath it. The hair on his chin was growing thicker and longer, reaching down to mesh with his growing chest hair, giving him a thick forest of fuzz around his chest and neck.

The otter was too late, and the fox dressed as Fox was too thick to walk around. That left him with no choice but to crawl over him to get around. Fortunately, he was suddenly given a ramp upward when his costume pants exploded and a long fox cock several feet long sprawled out. Bobert rushed forward and started to run up the length of his dick before it pulsed upward. He then ran up and grabbed the fox by his nipples, crowning his hairy, pulsing pecs. Each nub was bigger then his fist, but just firm enough for him to get a solid grip as he dragged his cum-soaked clothes along his fur.

The fox gasped out as his nipples were gripped and the otter dragged his body along his hairy chest, and suddenly erupted. His thick cock pointed skyward and blasted a hot load onto the otters back, pushing him forward with enough force to bury Bobert's head into his hairy pecs. The otter squirmed and wiggled to fight his way out, grabbing at the thick chest hair on the vulpine as he was being coated in cum again. Thankfully, his slick fox spunk was able to help him free his head from the depths of the Fox cosplayers chest and he could continue scampering up his form, gripping onto his hairy body and dragging his throbbing cock along his muscles.

Once he got to the growing male's shoulders, Bobert lept off of him, making sure to slap him in the face with his dick as he did, and landed back on the ground.

"Hey wide load, wear a sign!" The otter taunted before pushing his way past the door and into the pool of the hotel. With all the force his legs could muster, Bobert took to the air and cannonballed into the water.

SPLASH!

Bobert felt much cleaner as soon as he hit the water, and white ropes and stains began to wash off of his body. He took a deep breath and dove under, rubbing a paw through his hair to get any cum that might have been stuck there out of it and turned around a few times to make sure he was really getting cleaned up. He pushed off against one of the walls to rocket to the other side of the hotel pool before surfacing again. There had been a white stream following his movements, showing the cum washing off of him. There was still plenty more dripping from his costume though, and the otter twisted at them to try and wring some of the Arcanine's seed out.

"Damn fire dog messing up my costume." He thought, "Who does he think he is, messing with my hard work like that? I think he still has my jacket too!"

The otter twisted his clothes a few times and sniffed at it. The smell of Blake was still heavy on his clothes, even after that long soak and getting blasted with fox cum. He grumbled and dove back underwater, looking for a pool jet to bring his costume to. Once he found one, he let the higher pressure water blast over his clothes a few times before surfacing again. He sniffed at his costume again, but there was still a powerful firedog musk coating it.

"Grrr.... what the fuck is with this stupid spunk!" Bobert growled out and dove under again, this time wringing his clothes in front of the water jet. He was so focused on his clothes that he didn't notice the looming shadow hanging over him in the pool. He was just trying to get his outfit cleaned up and then get the heck out of dodge.

When the otter surfaced this time, however, he definitely smelled Arcanine musk. Not from his clothes, or even from the pool which was quickly turning white from all the seed he was washing off of his fur and clothes, but from the thick, furry pecs of Blake which clenched around his head when he surfaced.

"Mmm, did you really think you could slip away? You weren't done yet, boy." Blake growled as he pulled the otter out of the pool with just the strength of his chest.

"Mmmgghhhgmmmppph!" Bobert muffled out as the tight valley of the Arcanine's chest clamped around his face, forcing him to breathe in his heavy musk.

"Nnngghh...that's it, little otter, keep squirming." Blake deeply growled, his cocks still gushing pre. His clear ooze flooded into the pool, making the water turn milky white. "It's been awhile since I consumed someone with my chest... or at least it was. Go on, just push yourself in deeper, hngh... with every squirm you lurch closer to being my meal."

The otter gasped and soon had his head surface into the fuzz of the firedog's chest. He looked upward and saw him grinning down at him, before he pumped his pecs out, and squeezed him tighter between his muscular mounds.

"Lemme go ya dumb dog!" Bobert flailed, "Get your stupid tits off of me!"

"Says the otter running around with his cock hitting him in his face." Blake grinned back, "Although is is interesting, why you didn't suddenly explode with beef like the others. And why you seem to be a mindless slut for my pecs."

The Arcanine stood up straight, still having the otter wiggling in his muscle valley. He looked over and noticed that the hot tub of the pool hadn't been ruined with his seed yet, and started to walk over towards it.

"Here's the deal, boy." He said, "If you can make my pecs gush before I cum out all those refills I had, I'll let you go. No harm, no foul. If you don't, you'll become a part of them. It's quite simple just survival of the fittest in motion"

"Pff really now, you want to milk those boobs you are calling pecs? " The otter defiantly spat back. "I guess that is worth not getting eaten..." The Arcanine's chest twitched and throbbed around his caught body, feeling very sensitive to his every movement.

"Good..." Blake grinned before turning back into the hot tub and sitting his large body into the water chamber. He loosened up his chest to let the otter slide out of him, letting Bobert gasp and he stepped back on his furry gut. He looked on as his thick, hairy, muscular arms were nearly taking up the entire lip of the hot top on either side His tree trunk like legs were fighting for space in the tub itself with his balls and butt, and his powerful chest was jutting outward as he sat back and relaxed. Even when they weren't strained, they were massive, and the otter almost couldn't see his face and head past those shelves. "What's the matter slut? Having second thoughts?"

Blake leaned back as the otter stood on his furry gut and he rested his legs along the side and brought his big paws over to his towering cocks. Another gush of pre dripped onto Bobert's head from his arousals, and he began slowly stroking himself speaking in a low gravely voice. "Don't pussy out now slut, I'm faster than you could ever hope to be. Little otter if you run, you're dogfood."

When the otter was freed, he quickly rushed over to the belly button of the Arcanine again and slammed his cock into the hole like before. His tongue was hanging out as he smirked up to Blake, who was leaning back and enjoying the feeling this time. Bobert made sure to go in deep, pushing forward until he hilted in Blake's gut, feeling his firm abs clench and tighten around his hyper arousal. The Arcanine growled in pleasure, still idely stroking his cocks while he did so.

"Mmmm... now more that's fucking like it. Push that prick in nice and deep through that hairy forest. Slosh that gut like you will once you're trapped inside." Blake teased, his tail swishing in the hot water and sending splashes of it onto the concrete around them.

Bobert grunted out and still stuffed his dick deep into Blake's belly hole. He reached up again and started to grab at his nubs, squeezing at them too. The added leverage helped him speed up his wet slaps into Blake's furry belly, and his nuts slapped at the thick fur below his gut. The otter's thigh grinded along his abs, feeling the cut bricks of his gut shake with his every thrust. He honked the Arcanines nubs again as he fucked deeper and deeper into him, his rudder tail vibrating as Blake clenched tight on his prick.

"Heh, feels almost like you want to get eaten..." Blake taunted, "Focusing on my firm gut rather than on my chest. I'm even purposefully going slow to give you a fighting chance."

The firedog was still slowly stroking at his cocks while the otter fucked his gut. More pre was splashing and gushing from his towering, meaty rods, with most spilling onto the floor around the hot tub, but a few thick gushes flew all the way to the pool. Bobert was slamming faster into his belly now, still squeezing his nubs, but then moving down to grip at the fur and hair on his stomach as he did so. He was still idely stroking his cocks, but he suddenly felt something warm press into his belly. He looked down and saw that his belly and gut were expanding. Bobert was still humping wildly, so it had to be all the pre he was firing into him.

"Eager little gut slut, aren't you?" Blake chuckled, and dropped one hand to rub at the side of his stomach. His hair and fur bristled under his paw as he shook it, still sloshing from the otter's balls wanting to unload. The Arcanine clenched his stomach tighter around Bobert's thrusting cock, but even then, he was still able to pull out and push in, shoving his dick deeper and making his belly expand with more pre.

Blake shifted slightly as the otter enthusiastically continued working his hole. His deep growls echoed through the pool area as he was getting worked up. His cocks were throbbing already, but the otter seemed more focused than ever.

"Come on boy, that all you got? I want to actually fucking feel it! You're hyper like I am so you have no excuse, pick up the pace!" Blake growled."

The otter seemed to take that to heart and tightened his grip on the hair and fur of the Arcanine. His tail was slapping and wiggling between his two lengths as he gripped and fucked Blake's navel, making his gut billow out further as it was filled with pre. With another slight adjustment, the firedog leaned in and pressed his pecs around the otter's head and hair, soaking his fur with his musky sweat.

Bobert pulled back, taking a deep breath of his sweaty chest air and slammed hard into his belly, finally unloading his orgasm into his hairy gut. The otter pressed his face right into the upper part of Blake's belly and felt his seed push in, feeling it bloat out as he gave his second powerful orgasm of the day. The Arcanine growled out, feeling his growling and swelling gut press outward. His abs pressed together, the bricks starting to fade from the gushing cum the otter was pumping into his blimping belly. Further and further the Arcanine's belly was expanding out, swelling with Bobert's cum.

The belly of the Arcanine was pressing out further, the orgasm of the otter showing no signs of stopping. Blake stopped stroking his cocks and pressed one of his large paws onto the back of the otter's head and pushed his face into his expanding gut. Blake's gut sloshed and gurgled while Bobert's head was pressed into that hairy belly, his face grinding right into it.

"Ooooh, you feel that?" Blake said, pressing his face further into his gut, "That's your cum digesting, mmm doesn't that sound so good? That'll be you soon enough, boy."

Bobert squirmed more as he was pressed onto it, feeling his tight skin move slightly with every gurgle and slosh. The otter still pressed into it, squeezing his fingers into the bloated gut of the Arcanine. His fur and hair slid through his fingers as he gripped in and his every movement made Blake's belly wobble and shake.

"Now now..." Blake said as the otter gripped him, "Don't get too excited." He gripped the head of the otter and pointed it upward. He saw the pecs of the Arcanine were still flexing and his nubs were slightly dripping with milk.

"See, that feels good, but that's only a leak." The Arcanine said, flicking one of his nubs with his free hand while still gripping the otter's head, "You're going to have to get them gushing if you don't want to be part of them."

His gut shook again and bloated out again, pumping largely under the otter. The sloshes seemed to be subsiding though and he rubbed Bobert along his furry, hairy front.

"Hear that? All that cum's already digesting and fuck does that feel great. Mmf becoming a part of something great and you're next, boy." Blake growled. He then let out a great belch, his breath had a slight scent of otter cum to it. "Unless you get to work."

It was easier said than done for the otter. With Blake's gut pressed out so much, Bobert was pinned between his hyper cocks and his gurgling gut. He squirmed again, wiggling while trapped between those two firm manly parts. The throbbing arousals smashed him into Blake's belly, pushing him deeper into his hairy gut, but still wiggling about as he climbed up his hairy front to reach his pecs again.

It wasn't easy, with Blake's sloshy gut pressing back against him as he wiggled, but he was eventually able to reach up again and grab onto one of the Arcanine's nubs. He couldn't resist the temptation to squeeze his crown once again, but this time he held on tight and tried to use the leaking nubs to hoist himself up so that he was standing on the top of Blake's sloshing gut. His hyper otter cock was pointed right at the thick, hairy valley between his chest. Bobert let go of the leaking nubs of the Arcanine and then slammed his dick forward, sliding it into the firedog's deep pec valley and pressed his hard muscles together to squeeze around his prick.

"Mmmmmmgggghhrrr...." The Arcanine growled out at the sensation, flexing his hard pecs around the otter's cock and squeezing it tight around his throbbing arousal.

The otter took that as a positive sign and started pushing deeper, feeling his dick slide through his forest of chest hair and into the furry mane near his neck. He humped and thrusted like his life depended on it, and with how loudly Blake's stomach was gurgling under his feet, it very well may!

He nearly lost his footing on the Arcanine's gut as it sloshed under him and slowly expanded forward. Blake was grinning at him and stroking his cocks again, having digested and absorbed more of his cum to make his belly bloat out and mess with his rhythm.

"Damn cheating dog!" Bobert thought as he pushed forward, sliding his dick further into his chest.

His pecs pushed further out, completely engulfing his dick with how massive and thick his chest was. The otter was forced to lean forward and press his face right into Blake's mane now, thrusting faster and harder into those muscular mounds. His musk was still getting heavier and making Bobert's groin stir as he was forced to breathe in his aroma, his dick throbbing powerfully in those engulfing muscle tits.

Blake lowered his muzzle slightly, letting his mouth and chin press into his thick, fuzzy mane while Bobert thrusted harder into him. His heavy male scent was getting even stronger and stronger as his balls slapped and slammed into the Arcanine's chest. Bobert suddenly felt the tip of Blake's tongue tease his cockhead when it pushed forward in his thrusting, and he started to pick up the pace after feeling that wet muscle on his dick.

His thrusts only served to push him forward, and every time he did, Blake's tongue was there to lap and tease him, making the otter tense up. The teasing, tightness of his chest, and his powerful musk was too much for Bobert to take again, and he cried out in ecstasy to blow his load once more. However, Blake's mouth was wide open, and he guzzled down the otter's orgasm, drinking every drop that his pecs milked and squeezed out of his throbbing, veiny length.

At this point, the otter didn't even need to thrust, as Blake's bouncing and flexing pecs were doing the hard work for him, forcing his dick to pump out as much cum as he could, which Blake greedily drank up, getting white streams sliding down the side of his muzzle.

"Mmmm...now that's nice and thick." Blake huffed out, "A nice appetizer before the main course, one sluty otter". Mmmf better not be all you got, or you might as well fucking dive into my mouth with the rest of your weak load!"

For the first time since this started, Bobert was starting to get worried. The chest of Blake was throbbing hard and his jutting nips were still leaking, but it wasn't gushing at all. He was running out of breath, and he could feel the heat from Blake's dicks throbbing behind him. The fact that he hadn't erupted yet was a show of his self control. He was enjoying making him squirm!

Bobert pulled back, straining to get his dick out of Blake's pecs. He was running out of ideas on how to make the huge male gush and he was also running out of time. The otter slapped at the throbbing chest of the Arcanine, feeling them wobble under his paws. Much to his surprise, though, the large firedog started to pant hard at the smack, gasping a bit in pleasure. A shot of pre fired into the air and splatted onto his head, almost like a lightbulb going off for the otter. The entire time that he had been pestering and bothering the Arcanine at the convention, working his chest and pecs seemed to get him worked up the most. Perhaps....

"You're gonna be going hungry, ya dumb dog!" Bobert sassed before crawling onto his huge mounds and gripping the muscles in his smaller hands. He squeezed and tightly worked those firm cords of muscle, making him howl out in pleasure again. Blake's shots of pre seemed to be firing in time with his squeezes, showing that he really was enjoying it. But he needed to get his pecs to gush before his cocks did.

He was really panicking now. He had an answer, but if he didn't do it right, Blake was going to cum before he got his pecs to gush and then he was going to eat him! He needed to do something drastic.

"Eat this!" The otter shouted out, hopping and bouncing back on his fuzzy gut. Once he was back on his feet, he aimed his dick right at one of the Arcanine's jutting nipples and slammed his shaft right into the crowning chest nub.

Things went silent for a moment as Blake lost his voice for a moment. Only for a moment, before he roared out in bliss and pushed back against the thrusting otter. His nub clenched and sucked hard on the otter's dick, feeling his length stuff and fill his chest. The Arcanine leaned in again and started to suck and slurp on the otter as he fucked his nub, slobbering his tongue over his face and muzzle.

"Gah, no dog kisses!" Bobert protested, pushing back on his face once he felt his tongue slide into his mouth, but still keeping his dick slamming into his nub. His distraction allowed Blake to get his tongue back into his mouth, and he started slurping along the inside of the otter's mouth, getting them nose to nose for a moment as he sloppily slurped on him.

Bobert pressed on his face to try and push him off before he flicked him on the nose, hoping that would get him to back off. It didn't. It only made the Arcanine slurp and suck more in his mouth and face, soaking him in drool and his hot breath. He was gripping onto the Arcanine's face rather then his chest to try and get him off, but he was still slamming his dick into his nub. His tongue still slurped around Bobert's head and face, and then he opened his maw wide. The otter's eyes went wide and he looked behind him for just a moment to see if Blake had blasted his load, but he was still gushing out clear pre like a faucet. What came next was a massive, sloppy, deep kiss onto Bobert that took nearly his entire upper body into the Arcanine's jaws as his tongue rolled around his chest.

A sudden rumble came from the otter as his balls slapped wet and lewdly at the sweating body of the Arcanines chest and he started to unload again, pumping what was left of his cum directly into Blake's chest. The Arcanine gritted his teeth in front of the otter's face before he roared and howled out as his pecs pumped upward from the cum filling them. His huge chest pushed up around his muzzle and chin, forcing his drooling maw away from the otter as his chest began to outgrow and inflate over his head!

With the Arcanine being pinned by his growing chest, the otter pulled his dick out of his nub and then started to squeeze and grope at his nipple. The firedog's chest was rumbling and pumping up with all the cum it was digesting, growing even thicker and stronger. He squeezed again, working his nub with his smaller fingers. Another rumble came from Blake's chest, and finally, the Arcanine's chest gushed, blasting pec juice clear across the pool and into the far wall. His other nub worked in tandem with his partner while Blake reached up to tease his nibbles and chest, gushing cum from his chest.

The white fluid gushing from Blake's chest was soon dwarfed by the massive, torrential flood of cum that blasted out of his two cocks. The top floor of the fifteen story hotel suddenly got a new coat of white paint from Blake's powerful orgasm, soaking into the walls and windows, blocking the view of the town with thick, white splatters. His entire body was shaking as his pecs and cocks unloaded, and he leaned forward, pinning Bobert into his furry form while he unloaded. The otter squirmed and tried to wiggle his way out, but he found himself caught in his thick, rippling muscles, unable to escape.

For over an hour, the Arcanine blasted, his cocks firing long after his pecs had finished, but he still kept the otter stuck with him while he howled and growled and snarled in bliss. When he had finally finished, he relaxed, but still kept a tight grip on the bored otter.

"Ahhh...fucking awesome..." Blake huffed to himself, before he pulled himself out of the hot tub. His form was dripping with warm water from the heat jets, and his hot body made the cum around the tub evaporate into more of his powerful male scent.

"Well, don't know how you did it, but you won." Blake said, "So looks like I'm not going to be eating you after all." The Arcanine dropped onto all fours and then started to shake, sending water flying in every direction, but still keeping the squirming otter pinned under one of his paws.

"L-let me go, you freakin fluff ball!" Bobert panted back.

"One last thing..." Blake said, looking down at the otter under his paw. He leaned in close, getting right into Bobert's face.

"Next time, ask. Or else."

With that said, he swatted his paw to the side, pushing the otter into the sticky, cum filled pool.

"I better go help clean up the con." He thought to himself as the otter splashed and glubbed in the thick watery mix of cum, "It's after lunch, and I am getting hungry... in more than one way..."