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The Contents List App

By Danath

For YolkMonkey

Freebies Vol. 91

Content Warning: vore, cock vore

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Job #1: The Bachelor Party

A loud and large party was in full swing at the generic suburban house when Gerald arrived. The lean and short otter dressed casually in flip flops, gym shorts, and a t-shirt with an old band logo on it. He grinned as he reached back into his car and grabbed a six-pack in each paw before jogging up the steps to the house where the host met him at the door.

“Gerald! You’re late!” the rabbit said. “Grab an -hic- armband and get in here! There’s some good -hic- booze!”

Gerald grinned even wider as he perked his ears. He could hear the music blasting and loud conversations and all the other hallmarks of a good party echoing throughout the house.

“What are the armbands for?” he asked, practically shouting.

“Oh! Uh… heh heh heh… uh, just take a black one,” the rabbit said, grinning in the devious sort of way that Gerald knew something was up, but he figured it couldn’t be anything bad. It was a party, after all.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Yeah, hurry up! Come have a shot!”

There were four identical glass bowls on a table by the door with a pile of armbands in each - green, yellow, red, and black, the one the rabbit suggested. Gerald shrugged and picked one up, then put it around his upper bicep in the same place as the rabbit’s, which was also black. Each armband had a logo on it: “Contents List”.

“Hey, what’s this for?” he shouted, but the rabbit was already gesturing for him to follow down the hallway. Gerald looked around and waved at some of the people he recognized - a few coworkers, mutual friends and acquaintances, and so on. Just about everyone appeared to be in some state of intoxication. He ended up in the kitchen at the back of the house where the speakers from outside blasted through the open door leading to the patio.

“Can’t believe you’d be late to my own bachelor’s party!” the rabbit shouted as he pushed a glass of something into Gerald’s paw. “Now hurry up and catch up with the rest of us! Ha ha ha!”

Caught up in greetings, Gerald didn’t leave the kitchen for at least half an hour, though the rabbit slipped off somewhere. Gerald didn’t see his ears bobbing amongst the crowd as he chatted with a few people he knew but hadn’t seen in a while. Both wore red armbands, and Gerald was reminded of the black one on his own arm. He was about to ask what the colors meant when, despite the blasting and thumping music, the crowd in the kitchen area turned as one towards the doorway to the dining room.

Gerald’s jaw dropped. Even with his view mostly obscured by the other people in the crowd, he could see the blue-furred monkey who stood head and shoulders above everyone. In fact, the huge monkey had to lean forward and duck just to clear the door jam. Once in the room and stood fully upright, Gerald could see the upper parts of his powerful abs and the lighter gray fur coating them. Creating something of a rough heart-shaped outline, the gray fur continued over his immense pecs. His face and tail tip featured a similar shade, but the rest of him was covered in a thick layer of rich blue fur that stretched across his incredible muscles.

The monkey wore a black leather harness that pinched around his upper torso and shoulders, framing his beefy pecs and biceps. Large white letters stitched into the harness read “SERVICE TOP”.

“Holy shit, is he even bigger than earlier?” someone said nearby.

“Yeah, lots of people are wearing black. Hell, I’m even considering it,” said someone else.

Gerald’s ears twitched. He’d heard of strippers at bachelor parties before, but this was something else.

The crowd parted before the big muscular hunk. His ropey tail weaved in the air behind him as he strutted through, smirking and grinning down at all the ogling eyes gazing at him. Gerald stood and watched, eyes wide, drink forgotten in his paw, as the half-dozen people in front of him scooted aside, fully revealing the blue monkey’s figure. The crowd blocked the view of his lower half before, and Gerald simply assumed the blue monkey wore some kind of black jock strap or something similar.

And what a figure it was. The otter’s eyes bulged and his drink clattered to the floor as he stared in shock at what he saw instead.

The massive stud was wearing a black jockstrap, but it wasn’t a regular one. It hugged his wide hips and thick thighs while supporting, somewhat, the oversized pair of balls snugly resting within. They bounced and slid over his thighs and knees as he walked. His half-hard member was outside the jock - there’s no way such a massive, fat, heavy dick could squeeze within - and hung over the stretched waistband so that it pulled into the fat urethra; every few steps when it bobbed upwards enough, a dribbling gush of pre-cum rolled from the tip and left a trail following him through the kitchen. The huge jockstrap featured four letters printed in block white, though the extreme size of his heavy nuts caused them to stretch and distend: “YOLK’S PREY”.

Gerald tried to quickly estimate the huge monkey’s size. Balls? Perhaps three feet in diameter. Easily. Cock? Over a foot. Two feet, probably. For sure. Muscles? Massive - pecs bigger than his own head. Huge. Biceps so large that Gerald would need six hands to wrap all the way around them. Huge. Thighs, calves, abs, shoulders, butt… all huuuuuuuuge…

Gerald’s tongue draped over his lips. Drunken calculations forgotten, he just stared up at the huge monkey with an unmistakable lustful gaze. His gym shorts tented, though his maleness was strictly average - nowhere near the girth of the huge and built monkey.

The crowd squeezed back in closer when the muscular stud-for-hire stopped in front of Gerald. His lips spread into a wide and predatory smile - he was even licking his lips and bouncing his pecs to the delight of the crowd.

Gerald didn’t even move when the huge paw descended and wrapped around the back of his head and shoulders. The other grabbed his hips, and then he was in the air and being shoved between the massive pecs. The rich blue fur rubbed a heavy musk into his nostrils as his hips twitched into the fingers of the monkey’s grip. The otter squirmed and moaned, completely unaware of the entertainment he was providing the rest of the party at the moment.

“Ooh, he got Gerald - and he just got here!”

“Didn’t anyone tell him about the armbands?”

“Damn… I’m gonna go get a black one too…”

The monkey’s pecs flexed, wrapping around Gerald’s snout as his hips ground into the muscular abs lower down. The otter created quite a mess in his shorts by the time the monkey’s grip shifted him backwards. Gasping and panting, he squirmed as he felt the powerful paws hold him upright. The big blue monkey was so large his hand could wrap nearly all the way around his hips, arms included. He looked down as he was lifted higher and tried not to cum against the palm grinding his thighs and belly.

His feet dropped lower into the waiting grip of the monkey’s other paw, but then his feet slid inside something warm and wet. He stretched his webbed toes and rolled his ankles around, which got a big and deep rumble from the big monkey for the first time. The grip around Gerald’s hips tightened, and before the otter realized what was happening, he was surrounded by whatever it was up to his hips with his arms still pinched against his sides. His legs wiggled and moved and stretched, which made the enormous blue monkey’s whole body shudder and tremble. Thick gushes of liquid forced their way up around Gerald’s hips, and the scent was enough to send him into an alternate plane of reality.

The world spun. He gasped and he ended up on his back, looking upside-down at the other partygoers. Craning his neck back up, he saw first the grinning fangs of the hunktacular monkey - his broad shoulders, huge chest, hard belly, and massive cock… the base of which was stretching up towards Gerald, he realized, and was taking the place of where his legs ought to be.

Tipsy as he was, the otter only realized what was actually happening when his black armband slipped past the tip of the monkey’s huge cock.

Yolk’s hand wrapped over the tip of his huge shaft, popping the otter’s head and ears and hands down, while his other hand clenched the base of his huge shaft, pinching the urethra closed enough that the otter couldn’t slip all the way down.

Twisting his hips around, Yolk kept his massive dick upright with the hand at the base while the other stroked over the bulge inside the urethra - Gerald was outlined perfectly, head to feet and tail, too, wiggling and squirming inside the heaving, fully aroused maleness.

The monkey knew how to put on a show. Leaning forward, he squeezed the very full length up against the nearest partygoers. His muzzle relaxed into a broad, satisfied smirk as a half-dozen paws groped and stroked.

“Fuck, he’s really got Gerald in there!”

“Look, you can see Gerald’s little cock all hard, ha ha!”

“Rub it, make him cum!”

Yolk’s eyes narrowed and he had to bite his lower lip to stop the roar building up in his chest. It was getting more difficult to control the lewd, base, primal instincts screaming at him to take, dominate, and feed on all the cute little squirming males…

“God, he’s so big!”

“Look, Gerald’s moving even more!”

“Think he came?”

The otter was really bucking into the hands pushing at him through Yolk’s spongy urethra. The monkey couldn’t stop the lewd groans as more hands emerged from the crowd, which squeezed in even closer. Fingers pulled at his nipples and dug into his belly. Hands slid down his thighs and calves and a few daring fingers even teased at his muscular glutes; he trapped one paw between his cheeks with a clench as his massive erection jerked upwards. The heat grew, the hunger was so intense… Yolk licked his lips as the paws groping at his body spurred him on to a nice, big finish.

“Rrrfffhhhhffuuuck!” he roared.

“Holy shit!”

“Watch out!”

“There goes Gerald! Ha ha, guess we won’t see him the rest of the night.”

Removing his hand at long last from the base of his cock, Yolk instead wrapped both around the tip, then pulled down. Helped along by the many paws of the crowd squeezing in close, it took only moments for the wriggling otter to slip right down into the blue furred balls hanging below. The tight, hot, damp quarters forced Gerald to curl over on himself, and Yolk let out another long, deep moan as the crowd massaged his full sac and the black armband-wearing otter inside.

Yolk smirked and licked his lips as he felt the additional weight in his massive balls.

“Whew! Alright, fellas, who’s next? Let’s keep this party going!”

Yolk grinned and looked around the kitchen at the horny mass of eager males lining up for their chance with the party’s star attraction. There were a few blue and green armbands - touching and oral only - but a growing number of red armbands - full penetration - and fewer still black armbands. Well, there were more earlier, but Yolk was a hard worker when it came to entertaining at parties.

Reaching out a paw, Yolk grabbed the nearest red armband - a cute little cheetah - and delivered a long, slow lick up the side of the smaller male’s face.

“Wanna help me drain this load, hot stuff?” Yolk asked, his voice low and rough as he pushed the cheetah’s chest into the squirming, jiggling balls moving all on their own down below. “Well, you got a red armband, so I suppose I don’t gotta ask… heh heh heh…”

The cheetah’s eyes bulged when, moments later, the huge monkey stretched him over the tip of his cock. With a satisfied sigh, Yolk glanced around while waiting for the cute cheetah to stretch enough to take the other half of his oversized erection. Lots of cuties in the crowd… lots of nice feeling paws on his body…

Yolk shuddered. He was already close to cumming again, especially with the way the cheetah stretched around his tip was wriggling and crying out and grabbing at his stomach.

“Don’t worry, boys, you’ll all get your turn!” the big monkey boomed. “The party’s just getting started!”

It was long past midnight by the time the party ended. Yolk slumped on a couch with his hairy blue legs spread around either side of his gargantuan white-furred sac. His bulging balls were enormous and shifted and jiggled constantly. Vague outlines of arms and legs and faces pressed outwards as Yolk leaned back into the couch and sighed with pleasure. His arms spread over the back of the couch as a pair of green-banded raccoons kissed and licked at his fat and throbbing arousal.

Reaching over one of the small males and then down his backside, where he pulled his phone out of a pocket sewn into his harness. Using his thumb, he tapped an app open: Contents List. The big monkey’s pecs, swollen with power and muscle as his balls audibly gurgled and churned, bounced lazily up and down as he scrolled through the list of names, each accompanied by a picture and some details like height and weight and all. Yolk didn’t really care about any of that, but he always did enjoy seeing how many names he could get on the list.

They could get out anytime, of course. It was as simple as wanting to, and they’d be reformed down at the Contents List headquarters, then given a free ride wherever they wanted. It was a terrific program and paid exceptionally well for the studs who could handle the demanding clients and long hours.

Yolk felt his twitching cock harden up and grit his teeth. The veins bulged along the shaft as he shoved his own feet into his massive balls.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh, fffffuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as thick streams of sizzling white jizz splattered across his own massive pecs and disgustingly thick and deep 12-pack of abs. The thick blue fur, naturally resistant to moisture, shed most of his thick seed towards the two raccoons, who eagerly dove in to encourage the dramatic cum shot.

Yolk’s huge balls tightened and clenched, shrinking by a fifth, before relaxing somewhat. They clenched again, and again, each time his huge cock slapped against his chest and released another fat rope of jizz.

There were noticeably fewer moving jiggles in the big monkey’s balls after his orgasm finally faded.

Coming back to after the intense pleasure, Yolk shuddered as the sound of his own heartbeat finally faded and he could hear the two raccoons still leaning over his hips and rubbing at his chest and shaft.

“But they’re out of black armbands, so we can’t.”

“Really? Dang, that’s too bad…”

Yolk’s lips spread into a smile as he put his phone back into the pocket, then dropped a large and friendly blue paw on the top of each small male’s head. One of them let out a gurgle as he found himself shoved face first into the still dripping tip of Yolk’s powerful cock.

“No worries, boys… it’s my goal to never leave a client unsatisfied!”

Yolk had to squeeze through the doorway to the house sideways. Even though he came three or four times, only a handful of the party guests elected to leave. His Contents List app was as full as ever, making even the act of walking a bit difficult.

“You all can’t be enjoying it that much,” Yolk muttered. He sounded annoyed, but he was enjoying it on the inside - the weight of his oversized nuts contouring around his legs, lifting and falling with each stride, his meaty and plump cock so satisfyingly flaccid after an intense night…

“Maybe I should just cum you all out now anyways,” the blue monkey grunted. He felt his phone buzz and took it out. There were messages from the various black armbands along the lines of “don’t you dare” and “long term rental agreement pls.”

It took a bit of creativity to get his balls into the passenger seat of his car so that he could get his feet on the gas and brakes.

“Phew… at least I’m gonna get some nice overtime,” he grunted. “Though I think driving might be out for a while… can’t imagine I’m not breaking some law or the other. Speaking of…”

The hyper-hung monkey leaned over, grabbed the passenger seat belt, and strapped in his fantastically swollen, churning sac.

“Safety first when it comes to the clients!”

Job #2

The SynTech corporate campus was huge. Besides the gigantic SynTech Tower, the massive building that dominated the center of the campus and the city, was obviously the most visually striking element. Getting around just inside the tower, with its hundreds of floors and offices and basements and all that, was one thing. Add in the support buildings, commercial and residential sectors, and even just general city traffic spreading for miles in every direction with the tower in the center, and it was incredibly important to ensure people could get around quickly and easily.

Of course, some people just wanted to enjoy the ride.

Phillip was a bit of both. As an executive in the logistics division, he handled all sorts of issues related to shipping and transport of physical goods from pens and paper to furniture to industrial equipment. He had meetings from one end of the tower to the other, and frankly, the stress of it all was getting to him. That’s when his boss recommended he use CLV - Contents List Vacations. Instead of having to wait for cabs or trains or planes, a certified Contents List stud would take care of all that while allowing the client to relax in peace for the journey.

Considering Phillip was already losing hair in his mane, the lion was more than willing to give it a go. So instead of heading for the elevators and the parking lots where a cab could take him to his next meeting across town, he was instead working peacefully at his desk without a care in the world. No pre-purchasing tickets, no worrying about making it on time - this was kind of nice, the lion decided.

There was a loud knock at the door.

“CLV!” a deep voice called from the other side.

“Come in!”

Phillip’s eyes widened when he saw the huge blue monkey open the door and step into his office. Lush blue fur covered every bulging muscle across his shoulders and arms and legs, while white fur coated his chest and belly. All those deliciously large muscles were on full display - the big blue monkey was walking around the office in a black leather bondage harness and a jockstrap that could only keep half of his oversized length under fabric.

The lion was no stranger to seeing large, muscular specimens - he worked at SynTech Tower, after all - but Yolk was a very impressive specimen regardless. Phillip could feel himself getting hard already as the first wave of thick, masculine musk reached his nostrils. He saw a few coworkers walk by his door before it closed to peek inside with curiosity at what the big blue beast was doing in the tidy and uptight office.

“Mr. Phillip R.?” the monkey asked. “I’m Yolk, and I’ll be your transport for today.”

“Great! So, how’s it work? Do you have a car outside or something?”

Yolk blinked. “Car?”

“Yeah, you know, to carry me?”

“Carry you… in a car? I’ve never needed a car before and I don’t think you’re big enough to be trouble, no offense,” Yolk said with a professional smile.

“Then how are you going to transport me?” Phillip asked as the big monkey walked around the desk and approached.

“In style and comfort, sir!”

The lion’s tail shot straight up behind him when Yolk’s hand draped over the top of his head. The monkey’s other hand dragged his huge cock free, and the tip fell down over the feline’s face with a wet thud and a drizzle of pre-cum.

“Uh… how is this going to get me to my meeting on time? Not that I’m… mmmfff… complaining,” Phillip said. The big, beefy blue monkey was really turning him on now, but the huge cock was too big for him to wrap his lips around it no matter how he tried.

The fingers in his mane tightened, and then his world went dark. Phillip’s eyes squeezed shut as something tight and warm wrapped around his head.

“Mmff! Mff mfffff mmffff mfff!”

“Oooh, yeah… good client… oh, dang, you’re a wriggler, huh?”

The monkey’s eyes closed. His body bulged from shoulders down as he flexed and stretched his impressive body. His enormous shaft thickened with a ripple from the base to the tip, growing fatter and more flexible in a single grunting huff from the big blue monkey. The tip spread around the lion’s shoulders, completely swallowing up his mane and pinning his arms to his sides.

Yolk licked his lips and merely leaned forward, using his thick cock as a tripod to drive it down over the client to his hips. Then, all he had to do was put his hands on his hips for balance and lean backwards. The monkey’s eyes narrowed on his throbbing arousal as it swung upwards, carrying the lion with it. Only the small male’s hands and legs hung from the tip. Yolk grunted and flexed again, making his huge dick swing upwards and bounce off his huge, harness-bound pecs.

Phillip was hard, fully erect and aroused and wiggling desperately as he tried to hump anything he could to get any friction he could through his suit pants. The smell was incredible. Rich, deep musk permeated his nostrils, filled his lungs, and congealed his brain until he was as ravenously horny as he’d ever been before in his life. He felt the tight warmth clench around his hips, then drag in his thighs.

The heat around his cock set him off immediately. His calves and ankles kicked and stretched as his hips pumped. His hands clenched against his sides as he felt the rush of blood in his head from being held upside down for so long. The loopiness only added to the intensity of the orgasm as his balls wouldn’t stop forcing his dick to grind through his pants into the damp warmth on the other side.

Phillip felt his body sliding down and came again. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t help himself. He was shamelessly humping and thrusting and moaning into the warm depths, sinking deeper not just into the depths of pleasure, but the depths of Yolk’s fat cock.

“And away we go!” the big monkey grunted. His hands wrapped around his huge tip, then squeezed and stroked down. The movement caught the lion’s feet first, forcing his knees to bend outwards a bit against his bulging urethra, until the pressure shoved him down. Yolk’s hands didn’t waver or stop, and with one firm squeeze, the lion ended up stretching out his huge, white-furred balls.

“Oooh, a very squirmy client…”

Yolk grabbed the waistband of his jock strap and pulled it out away from his huge balls. He looked down at the furry nuts and grinned as he watched his clenching sac squeezing in around the lion’s figure inside. A few faint moans just managed to make it over the deeper and louder gurgling noises.

“Let’s see… where did you want to go?” Yolk asked, grabbing his phone and opening the Contents List app. He scrolled through the list of several dozen names, then gave up and sorted the list by most recent instead. The lion’s profile picture appeared, and Yolk tapped it, then another button to bring up directions to the requested location. “Alright, we should be there in forty-five minutes!”

He reached down and wrapped both hands around his huge balls, giving them a good, firm squeeze until he felt the lion inside wriggle and hump and squirm with desperate, orgasmic jerks. Yolk’s lips spread apart in a toothy grin; he really did enjoy delivering a quality customer experience.

The waistband of the jock strap snapped back against the big, muscular male’s hard lower belly. It didn’t cover all of his overly full balls anymore and pulled down by itself to just over three-fourths of the way up the huge orbs. His massive, dripping dick waved in front of him. Yolk prided himself on not cumming until the job was done - well, “prided” was how he thought about it, but his frequent flyer clients maybe would say otherwise - so he tried to ignore the insistent lustful throbbing from his half-hard, curled-over cock and massively engorged balls that hung well past his knees and were wider than his hips by far.

Emerging from the office, he grinned at the secretaries as he passed and waved. Whether he didn’t notice or chose to ignore their shocked looks, the big blue monkey was only focused on one thing: efficient transport.

And, to that end…

The elevator ride was the perfect opportunity. Yolk leaned into the back corner of the elevator. His broad shoulders spread over the reflective metal surfaces of the walls as his hands wrapped around the base of his cock. He bit his lower lip and scrunched his face up, keeping his eyes closed as he focused on the loud gurgling in his fat balls. He ignored completely the six other passengers, all crowded into the opposite corner, watching in fascination as the lion’s arms and legs shoved outwards against the blue-furred hyper-balls.

Yolk thrust his hips forward a few times, each time clenching and flexing his body. His balls drew up, scrunching inwards, until they smoothed out into enormous, perfectly round blue-furred orbs. The jockstrap band crept higher as they shrank somewhat, though they were far larger than before the monkey entered the lion’s office. Of the lion, though, there was no sign.

Yolk shuddered as he leaned into the corner. It was hard not to cum. It felt so good… but he was professional! He wasn’t going to spray the other passengers with any more thick, musky, rich monkey pre-cum than he had to.

His phone buzzed and he grabbed it from the pocket on the harness. It was a notification - his latest passenger was fully assimilated. Yolk grinned as the elevator opened as if on cue. Perfect timing.

Forty-five minutes later, Yolk strode into a conference room on the other side of town in the office building of the supplier with whom his client was negotiating. Ignoring the shocked expressions of the suits gathered around the conference table, Yolk walked up to the front and heaved his huge, fat balls onto the top of it. Both hands wrapped around his fully erect cock. He only made it a few minutes into the first train ride before he got hard. It didn’t help that a group of cute college students decided to tease him for it the rest of the way. Then there was navigating the crowds on the street, where more than a few people copped a feel. In the narrow hallways of the office building at the destination, he ended up smearing himself against a few people while getting past them.

That being said, maybe it was for the best, because he felt his phone buzz as he erupted in a huge cascade of thick white jizz that splattered across the conference table and washed over the stunned executives. Yolk knew what the buzz meant: client safely delivered.

From the center of the table, rising and reforming from the thick spunk, the nude figure of the lion emerged. His shoulders arched back as his muzzle formed and opened, allowing a lustful grunt of need to slide from his messy lips. His hips slid over the desk, dragging his erect cock, as he added his own relatively tiny contribution to the mess.

Yolk pumped his hips into his hands, thrusting and moaning and heaving himself forward. His huge balls dragged back and forth as they shrank back down a bit, but remained still a bit larger than before. The lion, curiously enough, was somewhat slimmer, more slender, with a thicker set of hips and rounder glutes…

“Oooh… fuck… alright, delivery… nnnnfffffffiinished!” the blue monkey gasped, working the last few loads of seed out of his jerking, twitching dick. “Don’t forget to rate me! Thank you!”

The big monkey tucked his oversized cock down into the waistband of his jock strap, then turned on a dime and marched out of the doorway. It was important to be professional, after all. On the table, the moaning and gasping lion jerked and twisted in the afterglow of so many intense orgasms. The thick, musky monkey scent filled the room to the point the most sensitive noses had to be pinched shut.

The door reopened. All the executives turned to look as one as Yolk re-entered with an apologetic look on his face.

“Sorry… forgot to leave my card in case you’d like to use CLV Transport again!”

As Yolk closed the door behind him, he heard the general scramble for the card he left behind as the executives launched themselves from their seats in an attempt to claim the number first. The monkey shrugged. He forgot to leave more than one again.

Whoops.

Job #3

“Wait, so you really rolled dice to pick the type of DM you ordered from the service?” Herbie asked.

“Yeah, I thought it would be funny,” Jeremy said. The plump red fox’s lips curled into a grin. “I did choose a few of the options, though.”

“Like what?” Herbie asked. The skinny tiger’s tail lashed side to side nervously. He was a wizard in the game.

“You’ll see,” Jeremy said, smiling growing wider still.

“Oh, give it a rest, Jeremy, this is why we wanted a break from you as the DM,” Ash said. The tall, lean otter, who played as a ranger, shook his head. “You always try to make everything soooo mysterious.”

“I think it’s going to be fun having Jeremy playing as a rogue, though,” the last member of the group, Alton, said. He was a horse, naturally more muscular than the other three and a bit taller. He was the paladin of the group.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Jeremy sprung to his feet and rushed down the hallway to open it. The other three waited at the dining room table, ears perking when they heard the fox make a strange strangled noise. A few moments later, he stumbled back in and slumped into his chair, tail twitching, as a gigantic figure followed him in.

“Hello,” a deep voice said from within the hood of a large cloak. “I’ll be your dungeon master today.”

Jeremy opened his phone, trying to check just what options he picked for the DM service from Contents List Gaming. The app was easy to use, but as his fingers prodded the buttons on the screen, a large furry blue hand pinched it and yanked it from him.

“What manner of strange device is this? It seems that it does not belong in this era!” the deep voice said. “I’ll ask you all to refrain from using your phones during our adventure. It helps with the suspension of disbelief. Also, thank you again for using Contents List Gaming!”

The huge hooded figure stepped in front of the table. They’d already set out a DM screen, but the robed arm swept across, snatching it and tossing it aside in favor of a custom screen. The three players leaned in, eyes widening as they stared at the artwork printed across the three-panel privacy guard. A huge, powerful, muscular blue monkey clad in barbarian gear appeared in a collage of poses, a dozen or so in all, some holding weapons, some posing tastefully nude, others charging forward into battle, some flexing and showing off…

The players looked from the screen and then up to the huge, hooded figure, then back to the screen.

“That’s right… I’m your dungeon master, and you may call me… Yolk!”

With a dramatic swirl of dark fabric, Yolk disrobed. His pecs bulged and his abs clenched as he flexed and posed, mimicking a few of the images on the DM screen. A harness squeezed around his chest, armbands wrapped around his biceps and wrists, and a steel chainmail loincloth draped between his legs. His thick blue tail lashed the air behind him as he grinned at his players and then, eventually, once he was finished showing off, took a seat. The rattling of the chainmail belied the size of the male meat underneath.

Several of the players immediately dropped their pens and pencils on the floor and scrambled to retrieve them. Yolk smirked and spread his legs a bit wider, allowing the chainmail to further outline his balls and cock. His ears twitched appreciatively at the subsequent gasps. One of them even bumped their head against the underside of the table.

“Well, adventurers,” Yolk said, pulling a notebook and pen from under his loincloth, which rattled as it settled back into place, “shall we start?”

Once back in their respective seats, Ash the otter, Jeremy the fox, Alton the horse, and Herbie the lion were dead silent, agog at the size and shape of the huge blue-furred monkey now casually and expectantly smiling at them from behind the DM screen. Jeremy rubbed the top of his head a bit gingerly.

“You meet in a tavern on the outskirts of Kal-nortak, where you’ve been assigned by the local lord to investigate a goblin den in some nearby caves,” Yolk said. His mellifluous voice carried easily, and as he described the tavern and the NPCs present, he laid out a tantalizing world for them to explore. “What would you like to do first?”

“Let’s check out equipment before we set out,” Herbie said.

“I’ll talk to the bartender for information,” Jeremy said.

“You notice nothing wrong with your packs or equipment,” Yolk said to Herbie. He turned to Jeremy. “As for the bartender, he is standing at the counter washing glasses with a cloth.”

“Uh… hello?” Jeremy said.

The hulking blue monkey adopted an accent for the NPC character.

“What can I getcha?”

“Uh… do you know anything about the goblin den in the caves?”

“Sure do.”

There was a long pause. Yolk mimicked washing a glass while calmly staring down the fox.

“Oh! Uh, four drinks, please. Ales.”

“Sure. And the quickest way to get to those caves, so I’ve heard, is to follow the stream to its source. The one that crosses under the road about five miles out of town. Here’s your ales. That’ll be eight silver.”

Yolk’s voice changed back to his usual deep tone.

“You can take it off your character sheet. Alright, anything else you want to do?”

The four players looked at each other. So far, so good. Yolk was a surprisingly good DM considering he looked more like the type to spend all day at the gym rather than poring over adventure manuals.

And so the adventure continued. Several hours passed as the players defeated the goblins, but discovered a clue in the caves that led them to another location, where it turned out they had an even more dangerous enemy to fight. Yolk enthralled them with his storytelling and kept them engaged and active throughout the scenes without leading them too much. They made all their own decisions and Yolk merely acted as the arbiter to determine the effects on the imaginary world they inhabited.

“Oh, dang, this big bad evil guy isn’t going to party wipe us on our first adventure, is he?” Herbie asked. The naturally nervous tiger’s tail twitched against the leg of his chair as he studied his character sheet for any advantage in the current fight. “I’ve only got a few hit points left, guys.”

“Don’t worry, I think he’s low, too,” Jeremy said. “Maybe when it’s my turn again I can try to backstab him?”

“If one of us can distract him first, maybe,” Alton said.

Yolk stayed silent, merely watching and waiting and listening as the players strategized. The fight wasn’t going well - all of the players were injured, though they could still win if they worked together and used the secrets they learned earlier in the adventure. If they lost, well, that was up to their choices as well. Yolk was a fair DM.

“Okay,” Ash said. “I’ll move behind the barrel so that I’m close enough to get the aim advantage, then shoot him with my bow.”

The die clattered into the tray.

“Ah, shoot!” Ash said. “Only a 12. That’s not enough, right?”

“Your arrow soars through the air and narrowly misses his neck. The pointed tip embeds itself in a tree behind him.”

“Dang!”

The battle continued. And though the adventurers struggled and fought and used every trick they could think of, eventually, one of their number fell.

“Oh, the last tick!” Ash said. “I’m done!”

The otter grinned and threw up his arms, then fell dramatically from his chair. “Arrrrgh!”

A deep voice broke through the laughter. A deep and hungry voice.

“The monster’s claws wrap around your hips,” Yolk said. He stood, and his huge shoulders blocked out the light, casting a long shadow over the table. He stepped around the side, towards where the otter, still sitting on the floor, looked up at him. “The monster’s jaws open wide, and unfortunately…”

Yolk’s huge paw stretched out, and just like the monster in the story, grabbed at the otter’s hips. The powerful, muscular, oversized blue beast snorted as he squeezed the cute little otter in his grasp and lifted him clear off the floor.

“...the monster eats you!”

Ash’s whole body went rigid as the monkey’s large mouth wrapped around his head and shoulders. The other three watched in silent awe as the monkey’s thick tongue smeared along his belly and hips, working under his shorts. The otter, with just his hips hanging out of the bigger monkey’s mouth, wriggled and humped against the tongue frantically. His tail wrapped around Yolk’s neck, and he had to pull it free as he swallowed.

Gulp.

A loud, clear, audible noise that sent shivers down the spines of the remaining party members. The clear, simple swallow dragged the otter another half-foot into the monkey’s mouth and throat - they could see the outline of his face through the fur on Yolk’s neck.

Gulp.

The muscular DM’s metallic loincloth shifted and made some tinkling noises as the otter’s muffled grunts and moans made it out. His hips went still and his legs stretched straight back, toes curling, as thick white seed began to drip from Yolk’s extended tongue.

GULP.

The otter’s hips passed Yolk’s lips. His tongue squeezed up against the writhing otter’s chest and belly. His mouth pursed, squeezing around his plump rump cheeks to hold his tail and thighs together. Yolk’s hands shifted. One went to the otter’s ankles to hold them together. The other went to his own hard abs.

GULP GULP GULP.

Yolk, satisfied the otter was finished, so to speak, tipped his head back and lifted the smaller male by the ankles until he was hanging vertically. Each dramatic swallow pulled him deeper and deeper, until on the wriggling toes and tip of his tapered tail were left.

GUUUUULLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP.

Yolk’s hard belly rounded outwards. Outlines of Ash’s arms and legs and head pushed through the fur and muscles, making wriggling outdents in his fur. He smacked his stomach and belched, then returned to his seat.

“Let’s see… that was the monster’s turn, so now I believe it’s Alton’s go? You’re next in priority.”

Alton was fully erect and struggling to breathe. His hands covered his lap where his equine cock was trying to burrow its way under his shirt. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. He heard about the Contents List app, of course, but he had no idea that Jeremy set the DM options to… that.

“Well, Alton?”

Yolk’s eyes focused on the horse. Alton’s heart raced under the casual stare as the monkey obviously and languorously licked his lips. Muffled moans and groans still emanated from his jiggling belly.

“I… uh, I guess… I’m out of spells and potions… all I can do is attack with my mace,” he said. He rolled the dice, then looked up at Jeremy and Herbie with wide eyes. The other two, still sitting in stunned silence, were both rubbing themselves.

“Well, Alton?” Yolk said, his voice taking on a sharp, hungry edge again.

“I rolled a one,” the horse whispered.

“Your attack misses! Anything else?”

“I move as far away as I can.”

Yolk leaned over the table and the horse winced when he realized the DM was rolling dice. Then he remembered why.

“Oh, wait, no, the attack of opportunity!”

“Hits,” Yolk announced somberly. “A natural 20. The monster’s powerful attack hits you with full force as you try to escape, leaving you dazed and unconscious. And also, because you were downed with an attack of opportunity, the monster activates his own special ability.”

“Special ability?”

“A reaction,” Yolk said, rolling another die. “What’s your resistance? Oh, right… okay, add the two and three and… yep.”

The huge monkey stood. His shifting, wriggling belly wobbled as he walked around the side of the table until he stood in front of the horse, who stared up at his huge pecs and full stomach with a growing gaze of lust and need.

“The monster’s roar stuns you,” the big male narrated as he pulled his loincloth to the side. “As you fall to the ground, it leaps upon you, and the enormous beast’s huge arousal drags you in!”

“Wait, wha-mmff!”

In one fluid, well-practiced and professional motion, Yolk’s hand wrapped around the back of the horse’s head and stuffed him muzzle-first into the tip of his cock. Alton’s long muzzle, then the rest of his head and neck, then his shoulders… he disappeared quickly into the bulging, stretching blue monkey cock. Yolk breathed hard, panting and huffing, but kept it mostly professional as he flopped his huge balls onto the table in front of Jeremy and Herbie.

Like Ash, eventually Yolk grabbed the horse’s ankles and shoved him into the stretching urethra. His hands clasped around his tip and pulled down, forcing the grunting and squirming male inside deeper. Yolk shuddered as his shaft grew fully erect. He couldn’t help it - he just felt so good with a cute otter in his belly and a cute horse about to be in his hungry balls. He moaned, deep and low, a noise that sent all sorts of good vibrations through the remaining two players.

Herbie and Jeremy stared as the massive pair of nuts filled out, fur splaying as the figure inside stretched and wriggled. The churning from Yolk’s belly was now matched by the gurgling from his huge balls, which swelled to accommodate the size of the horse curling over inside. Alton was clearly enjoying himself. They could see the bulge of his dick grinding against the inner walls of Yolk’s balls even as he melted into so much thick white monkey jizz.

Yolk sighed, then refocused and took his seat. His nimble, bare feet massaged the horse in his balls while one hand rubbed at his belly. His eyes turned towards Herbie and a smile spread over his lips.

“Your turn,” he said. “In fact, why don’t we end this battle now?”

Both tiger and fox were clearly in late stages of arousal. The tiger’s jaw hung limp as he stared, both hands rubbing desperately at his crotch. The fox was in a similar state. Yolk grinned and rolled a few more dice.

“Oh, look at that,” he said, baring his teeth in a predatory grin at the last two players. “Another nat 20.”

The tiger ended up joining the horse a few minutes later, while the fox ended up accompanying the otter in his now very full belly. His thighs strained as he stood and stretched his arms, then patted his stomach.

“Good game, boys,” he grunted. His thick cock flattened across the table, already drooling pre-cum. Puddles soaked into the players’ character sheets and washed away dice and figurines. Yolk leaned over the table, humping his paws and keeping the wriggling in his belly pressed against the top of his shaft. He felt so full and heavy…

Game nights were great, especially when the players lost.

Yolk dragged his wriggling balls across the floor while holding his cock up against his pecs with one arm. Carefully turning around as his full belly jostled and wobbled with the hundreds of pounds of cute males he just devoured, Yolk grinned as he dropped his hips down into the welcoming couch cushions and let out a sigh. A second later, his eyes opened wide, then his lips parted and a massive belch ripped out of his throat and reverberated around the now empty living room.

“Damn, boys, you sure filled a fella up,” Yolk grunted, rubbing his large hands across his churning and wriggling belly.

The big blue erection jerked and throbbed above his balls, especially once he shoved his feet into the sides of his huge, furry orbs. He let out a groan of pleasure and his enormous erection released a few pulses of thick, sticky pre-cum.

“Fuuuuuck… hmmmm, oh, yeah,” Yolk gasped, tongue flopping over his lips. “I don’t think any of you are going to level up this session, but maybe… mmfffhhhh… next time!”

The churning of his enormous balls peaked as his feet prodded and pushed against the wriggling, desperately humping bodies within. His fingers did the same for his belly as he let out another eardrum-splitting belch of pure satisfaction.

“Nnnnggghhh!”

The big, muscular monkey’s hips pumped forward as his huge balls drew themselves upwards off the floor, crunching and squeezing in around the figures inside. More pre-cum erupted from the tip of his veiny shaft as he thrust again, and again his balls clenched and squeezed in tighter and tighter. Each time they dropped and relaxed back to the floor, they were rounder, fatter, and showing far fewer signs of movement. His belly went the same way, especially once he started bouncing his pecs and flexing his biceps. His abs clenched, squeezing in before relaxing, only to do it again and again, all as his pecs and biceps thickened with the transfer of so many pounds of power from the two in his belly to his enormous torso.

Yolk couldn’t help himself. He felt so good… so big and powerful and thick… four at once was always fun, and these four were exceptionally eager to churn for him. He doubted any of them were going to be off his Contents List app anytime soon, even though they could get reconstituted at any time. Still, Yolk wasn’t going to complain if they were among the many staying around long-term to enjoy being part of his massive body.

Fuck, but he felt so good, Yolk thought. Panting hard now, his balls and belly and all the muscles in his huge body flexed and grew and thickened. His fur splayed in all directions as he took to humping the air with his hips until his massive cock flopped down over his full balls before rebounding off his chest.

And then he came.

Yolk’s wide muzzle opened in a primal roar as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His biceps bulged and his pecs surged as his newly enhanced abs flattened over his narrow belly and hips. There was no sign of the two squirming males from earlier, just a far larger and fitter and muscular blue monkey. Same for his balls - they were fat, heavy, and still full despite the ongoing eruptions of thick white seed contributed by the other two party members.

Now they were all just members of his oversized member. Yolk smirked as the first overwhelming surges of pleasure finally faded. His hips jerked as he moved his hands to the base of his cock. A secondary orgasm fired off with an intense blast of fresh white seed. Yolk closed his eyes and moaned, surprised at the intensity as he converted and churned and blasted whatever was left of the four adventurers. Maybe this was what rolling a critical hit was like in real life, he thought as he watched ropes of seed soaking into the living room carpet. The table where they played earlier was awash in his jizz; the maps and notes and figurines were all on the floor. The whole place reeked of Yolk’s musk and seed. Whichever one of the adventurers owned this place would have a heck of a clean up job once they got recombobulated.

Standing up, Yolk checked the time. His huge cock relaxed somewhat, only half-hard now as it gently throbbed over his fat balls. It was still drooling regular pulses of sticky white seed. Yolk also couldn’t stop the reflexive flexing of his pecs and biceps and thighs and glutes as he felt the new powerful flowing through him. Despite that, the big monkey was tired, and seeing as how the current owner of the mattresses in the bedrooms wouldn’t be needing them, he figured he could borrow them for the night.

Ignoring the mess that his huge, drooling cock made of the bedsheets and mattress below, Yolk lay on his back and looked at his phone. Within minutes, a large puddle formed underneath the mattress below his spread legs and his oversized dick, which stretched out between them, applying a bit of welcome pressure to his still-gurgling and massively overgrown balls. It was getting harder to use the tiny screen with his larger fingers, and he was in the middle of ordering a larger tablet from the company store when he got a notification from the Contents List app. He had at least half a dozen requests for appearances tomorrow in all sorts of contexts - a bachelor party, adult night at the waterpark, chauffeur, all sorts. Yolk licked his lips as he scanned the personal requests, picking and choosing the ones that looked most like they could satisfy the burning hunger in the musclebound monkey’s belly…

Maybe the next request he chooses will be yours.

The end