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"So, tomorrow." Steve said.

"Yeah, tomorrow." Harriet replied.

The two sat on a large, luxurious bed that had been custom ordered by the lady rex who owned the house. It was where Steve regularly slept. Harriet had joined on rare occasion, more so in recent weeks. Ever since the visit they all paid to Bump in the Night, their friendship had undergone a bit of a transformation. That combined with the shift that had occurred back when Ally introduced the group to her curious fascination with consuming someone produced a rather unique relationship between the egg-making fellow and his lapine companion.

In spite of everything they had done together though, there were still moments of hesitation in being open with each other. Harriet had difficulty expressing herself when she was nervous or frightened. She chalked it up to being a bunny. People always joked about how they were afraid of everything, so she tended to try to bury any sign of irrational anxiety. Steve had known her long enough where he could see when she was putting on a brave face.

"I know you're nervous. You wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"Can't imagine how it will help. It won't change what's coming. I'll still be nervous after." Harriet replied.

"I get it. It's something new. You've never tried it before. It's scary putting yourself out there like that. God, if you could have seen me on my interview back at the bad place." Steve said, adding a little chuckle at the end.

'The Bad Place' had referred to the dreadful time he had spent working retail alongside Harriet at the big box electronics store they both had ultimately been fired from. She had been the only part of the job he had really enjoyed. She had kept him sane in a place that was desperate to suck the soul out of him. When things had gotten rough, she had stood up for him. Because of that, he would do anything to help her feel better.

"Yeah, the bad place. I actually considered calling back up and seeing if I could get my old job back. I hated it there, but I was good at it. This just... feels... so foreign." Harriet said.

She ran a palm over her stomach. It was rather pronounced, not quite as swollen as the morning after she had let Steve fill her up in their drunken stupor, but she was still quite large. Her legs were still aching; not from the memory of what he had done to her that night, but from just moments ago. The 'brood mother' rex had just deposited another clutch of eggs in her. It had been at her hesitant request. The source of the hesitation wasn't so much that it was Steve that had done it. She had gotten used to that. It was that she was going to go for a job interview in this state, gravid. Jenny had told her it would look good and help her get in if she sported a pregnant-looking tummy. Bump in the Night was a curious place where being heavy of middle was part of the job, so going already loaded up increased one's chances of being hired.

"Tell me about it. I've been making eggs like this for what... nearly six months now? I'm still not used to it yet. It feels really good, but I can't help but feel weird about it still. And this is still really new too. I'm still reeling at the fact that we... you know..." Steve said, trailing off as he ran a palm over his stomach, then reached over to give Harriet's belly a light nudge.

"Well, yeah, that's all real new and I'm having a hell of a time wrapping my head around it. But I was referring to the idea of purposefully getting swollen like I'm pregnant for a job interview. That's just so bizarre to me. And then there's the fact that I suck at dancing." Harriet said.

"You're gonna do great. Jenny's already put in a good word for you. And if you don't wanna dance, she said you can be a waitress. They don't have to have the constant changes to belly size like most of the dancers. You said you thought food service might be better than retail. This might be really great for you. Just go be the you I saw when I first made friends with you and you'll crush it." Steve said, trying to be as supportive as possible.

As he reached out to wrap an arm around the smaller lady's shoulders, the sound of a high power blower system kicked on behind the closed door of the bathroom. The shower had turned off only a little while earlier. Ally was using the dryer booth Steve had finally gotten around to setting up last month. She was in love with the thing and used it whenever she got the opportunity. With it getting colder out, it was a marvelous way for all four roommates to warm up and dry off.

It meant that Ally was nearly done with her bedtime preparations and would be coming out soon. Steve and Harriet wanted to be ready for bed by the time she was as well. The tawny-feathered fellow lifted his gaze from his lapine friend and turned to look at the closed door. Chances were good Ally would want to get physical when she came out. Better to put Harriet to bed so she wouldn't end up hurt by any of it. He turned back to look at the bunny, still a little mystified by how everything in his life had turned out.

"She'll probably be ready in a few minutes." he said.

"Yeah, probably. I'm ready to be tucked in." Harriet replied.

Steve nodded and pulled the bunny closer, offering her a fond, one-armed hug to help ease her nerves a little. She pressed in against his side, wrapping both arms around him as far as she could reach. It wasn't quite as difficult as usual. He wasn't quite as round as he usually was. He looked like he had a small potbelly rather than his usual near-to-term look he had been trying to keep himself hovering around. That seemed to be the ideal size for enjoying rubbing and maintaining mobility. Since he had just given Harriet a decent portion of his clutch, he was feeling emptier than usual. Her hug warmed him through, giving him reason to wish he was still as big as he had been before Ally and Jenny headed into the bathroom to shower.

"Alright, let's get you put to bed then." Steve said.

He pulled the bunny into his lap, fawning over her tummy softly for a moment. She was still new to the affection, but she wasn't against it. Harriet rolled her hips forward into the caressing and shivered softly. She was still a little sticky between the legs from their 'egg reallocation' as it had been jokingly referred to. Knowing they didn't have much time before the lady of the house joined them, Steve opened his jaws and slowly leaned down towards the rabbit. Harriet closed her eyes and let her long ears fall down behind her. It was only the latest time they had engaged in this little act. Ever since the first experience, she had grown far more comfortable with it, as had the rex preparing to devour her. They found something about it to be terribly intimate and even began to treasure the serene moments they could spend like this. Ally tended to make them more vigorous than they might otherwise wish, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Steve gently guided his friend's head into his maw, pressing her deeper until her shoulders were past his lips. His first swallow came quickly and smoothly. He refrained from licking too greedily, instead using his tongue to help elevate the lady away from the sharp teeth she was passing between. Harriet shuddered as she felt one or two graze harmlessly past her. She had implicit trust in Steve, knowing he wouldn't dare bring her to harm. It was still slightly disquieting knowing how close she came to a sharp chomp. That first gulp pushed her head down his throat and her shoulders against the back of his gullet. Her chest was resting against his tongue and her belly was beginning to stretch his jaws.

The boy rex worked his mouth back and forth ever so carefully, unhinging the joint. It granted him the ability to stretch open even wider, which he would need. The gravid, egg-filled tummy he had given his friend passed his lips as she squirmed softly feeling his paws on her rump. The little outward-facing bump dragged against the slick, drool-covered organ, letting him know where the crest of her belly was. She had learned that there was a certain point of 'loading' where her navel would pop out, and feeling it do exactly that was a breathtaking experience.

Harriet wriggled softly as he lapped gently at that smooth dome. The next gulp pulled the swell into his throat, squeezed and massaged by the slick tube she was already gliding down. Before, he might have gagged and worried he might choke. But he was more experienced now. The rex tipped his head back, lifting the bunny's legs overhead. Gravity began pulling on her and she eased smoothly down towards the chamber she would be curling up in for the night. It growled up at her, making the bunny chuckle. She was tempted to try to reach out and give it a pat letting it know it would be fed soon. She had started thinking of her friend's stomach as a separate entity, at least when it amused her to do so.

Steve clapped his jaws shut once he felt the lady's paws resting against his tongue. He gulped one last time, then opened his mouth again to take a breath. He felt the swells Harriet made in his form slide down until his belly stretched back out to roughly the size he preferred to be. He was noticeably bigger. It wasn't just his eggs he had put back inside himself, but the bunny containing them as well. Harriet turned about until she was in a heads-up position inside the slick, dark, humid chamber. The first few times had triggered the fight or flight anxiety reaction one might have after being eaten, but now, she was far more at ease. She even found the whole experience rather soothing. With a gentle kick, she let the rex know she was in and comfortable.

A pair of three-clawed paws cupped against the great swell of the rex's belly. He gazed down at it fondly and began rocking himself back and forth. The gentle swaying would no doubt help her ease her somewhat frazzled nerves. It was a curious way to console and calm a friend; devouring them. In spite of how strange it might be, Steve was beginning to find a rather strong fondness for the practice. He interpreted it as taking ownership of his carnivorous heritage and using it to do good rather than harm. The fact that he could satisfy his 'baser instincts' and still use them in a positive way had begun to wash away the mild film of resentment he had for his species.

"I still can't believe any of this. I would never have guessed things would have turned out like this." Steve said.

His voice was calm and low, letting it resonate all around the bunny in his middle. He had learned a thing or two from the ASMR videos online friends had pointed him to. That combined with some friendly criticism about his 'hospitality' helped him cultivate an even more comforting interior environment.

"Me neither. Letting a friend eat me wasn't exactly all that high on my list of priorities for life goals. But, I can't say this is what I would call bad. Thanks for taking care of me like this. You're a really good friend." Harriet replied.

Her voice was muffled somewhat, but she was sure he understood her. She pressed out against the rex's palms with her broad foot-paws, giving him a gentle stretch. She knew how much he had come to enjoy that sensation. A happy little growl filled her ears, then faded away, replaced once again by the sound of the rex's heartbeat. Not long after, there came a humming. He was singing her to sleep with a lullaby as he cradled the swell of her and rocked her slowly about. It was a terribly endearing act.

A thought passed through Steve's mind as he went about the act. He had heard of expectant mothers doing something similar, a means of showing affection for their unborn child. He had some experience with what it felt like to be pregnant, though it was only with a clutch of eggs he was told would not hatch. But with Harriet hiding away in his middle, he wondered if this was more akin to what the non-egg-layers experienced when they were pregnant. It tickled something deep inside that he wanted to nurture. Unfortunately, such a thought would have to wait for the time being.

The door to the bathroom opened and out stepped a very colorful rex lady, fluffier than usual and very round about her own tummy. The bulge squirmed softly as she crossed the floor to the bed and sat down next to her dull-colored boyfriend. She leaned in and gave him a soft little peck on the cheek, then turned her head to let out a rather unladylike burp. Jenny was wiggling about quite strongly, no doubt trying to get her riled up.

"I absolutely love that dryer stall! I can't believe I've been living so long without it! And I can't believe it took you so long to finally get around to installing it! Where has that thing been all my life!?" Ally cried out happily.

Steve blushed and leaned against the taller rex. He closed his eyes and let out a happy little growl as he felt her slip an arm around his waist to tug him close against her side.

"Well, it took a while to get used to being pregnant pretty much all the time. Kinda hard to function when any attention to your gut, even if it's just a poke, can set you off. And it doesn't help when your girlfriend is a big enabler of your maybe less than healthy obsession with trying to grow as big as possible." he replied.

"Pssh, excuses. You could say no whenever you want. You just don't want to," Ally shot back with a grin, giving him another kiss on the cheek, then looking down at the swell he was fawning over, "How's Harriet?"

"Nervous about tomorrow. She's still trying to reconcile all the different things she's feeling about working at the club, spending the majority of her time looking pregnant, the whole thing. I'm trying to help her get to sleep so she won't stay up worrying about it all night." Steve answered.

"Aww, you're being a good little mother hen. That's so sweet of you." Ally said.

It sounded disingenuous, but Steve had been around the lady long enough to know that she was in fact being completely sincere, and to be referred to as a 'mother hen' made him blush. He didn't really think of it as trying to be a good 'expectant mother' but rather just taking care of his friend when she needed help. He did however see the parallel, even before Ally said anything.

"It's the least I can do for her since she always stood up for me when I needed it back at our old job. I can't say I ever saw my help taking this shape, but hey, whatever works, right?" the tawny-hued fellow said with a chuckle.

"Right! Do what you can, where you are, with whatcha got. Try a bunch of stuff, get rid of what doesn't work, keep what does. If she's more comfortable going to bed in your belly, then that's where she's comfortable. Use it," Ally replied, mixing a couple of different quotes to offer her support of the doting fellow's actions, "In fact, you're being such a sweet friend, you oughta get some kind of reward. Lay back for me, keep your legs hanging off the bed."

Steve tilted his head to one side, mildly confused by what she was asking him to do. That didn't sound like a terribly viable position for her to top him. Much of what he imagined between the two of them anymore was largely devoted to the question 'how can this be used to bottom' anymore. He had not imagined he would ever see his life make such a turn, yet here he was, looking for ways to be a better partner in the bedroom for a lady who regularly bred him like a brood mother.

His confusion deepened as Ally slipped off the bed and settled between his legs. She reached up and ran both her three-clawed paws over his stomach. It certainly wasn't the size she enjoyed seeing him at, but that was always easily fixed. She leaned in and bumped her nose against the gravid swell, only partially due to what remained of his clutch. The rest of it was slightly higher up hiding inside the belly of the rabbit he had just eaten.

"Um, what's on your mind?" Steve asked.

He was fighting back the tremble that wanted to seep through into his voice. The attention to his middle was terribly wonderful, especially given how gentle his partner was being. She nuzzled his abdomen softly, gave the crown of his gut a little kiss, then began slipping lower.

"You showed me what you can do when you unhinge your jaw, now it's time to return the favor. Pay close attention. You might learn a thing or two." Ally answered.

She said nothing more as she dipped lower still. The lady rex parted her lips and slowly slipped them over the protrusion mashing up against her boyfriend's stomach. He shuddered powerfully at the alien sensation. Never had anyone provided this kind of affection before. He had filled both Jenny and Harriet on several occasions, but only in the 'traditional' way. This was the first time anyone--not just Ally or the rabbits but anyone--had ever put mouth on his loins. Steve's eyes drifted shut and a hiss escaped him. If this was what she wanted to do, then he wasn't going to argue.

The warmth of Ally's maw soaked into the egg-maker's groin. Drool coated his hide as she slowly licked up along his firm length. There were only precious few moments in his life anymore when he wasn't erect. Ally was largely to blame for that, keeping him round at every possible opportunity. He actually missed the weight of being heavy during those rare moments when he was flat and empty. His thoughts drifted to those moments when the lady between his legs was eager to fill him. Here he had someone providing him with oral for the first time in his life, and he couldn't focus entirely on it. He might need to talk to her about it after.

Ally slurped quietly below the swell of her lover's belly, slowly working her way down his shaft. He wasn't quite as large as she was, but given the fact that he was decidedly short for a male in general, he was certainly a nice mouthful for her to enjoy. A paw reached up to his chest and began to carefully press him backwards, insisting he lay down. Steve did as he was directed, moving one of his paws to rest over Ally's, even curl his fingers to clutch her palm. His breath was coming faster by now, unprepared for the experience.

The humid heat of the lady's maw slowly spread as Steve felt the tell-tale sensation of a jaw unhinging. She was about to do to him what he had discovered he could do for her during his first efforts to pleasure her this way. His toes began to curl at the thought. There was so much going on that it overwhelmed the poor boy rex. He could feel her jaws sliding down under him, forcing his tail to lift upward. Her tongue began to lap away underneath the muscular limb, teasing the ring of muscle she had tended to with a very different organ so often.

Steve was gasping for breath by now. He could feel Ally's teeth pressing ever so softly against the swell of his stomach. She was stretching far enough that he was sitting in her mouth completely. His rump was entirely engulfed. That spawned a few thoughts that distracted from remembering being mounted. His length was guided down the lady's throat where it was treated to the grasp of her gullet. The slick tunnel rippled away. Each swallow massaged him, bringing him that much closer to the end. Steve could only writhe. To try and thrust right now seemed like a bad idea. Ally was in charge. She would make him do whatever he was expected to do.

As it was, Ally didn't need him to do anything. She just closed her jaws around him, holding him tight in her ridiculously stretched maw. His legs stuck out on either side as she slurped quietly away. Her tongue teased around his pucker, even gently pressing in against the firm thing while she gulped around his length. One of her paws moved to her throat, stroking over the swell in her neck made by his presence there. It wasn't the largest thing she had ever put in it, but it was surprisingly generous. She mentally kicked herself for neglecting him in this fashion for so long. She would need to correct that mistake, offer such affection again sometime in the near future.

After only precious few moments, Steve shuddered and let his voice rise. The noise filled the room as a long, loud groan. His shaft bucked strongly in the lady's throat, unleashing the sticky gush she expected. The paw on her throat moved to her stomach, already round, as it gurgled quietly and began to stretch. It wasn't the same degree of growth Steve tended to see when their roles were reversed, but it was enough to satisfy her. It was curious that she only felt the rush of seed pouring down her gullet and not the rest of his clutch. Was he being subconsciously greedy in keeping them all to himself? Or had he actually learned a bit of control?

Slowly, Ally pulled her way free of the round fellow, letting his release paint the inside of her muzzle just as it faded. She licked her lips and swallowed the lingering splashes once she was removed from him. She chuckled and reached up, giving the panting rex's tummy a soft pat.

"Not bad. More than I expected. You should consider yourself lucky. Yours is the first dick I've put in my mouth in a very long time," Ally said, then noticed just how wiped out Steve was, "You okay there, buddy?"

Steve nodded, fighting to catch his breath from the exceptional experience she had just put him through.

"I'm... I'm good... just... that's new." he answered.

"We'll get you used to it after a while. Just don't expect it nearly as often as you doing that to me. I don't bottom for just anyone, and even then it's incredibly rare. I noticed you didn't drop any eggs that time." she said.

"Didn't... didn't think... you'd want them. That and... I don't have many left. Feeling a little empty and I didn't wanna give'em up." Steve explained.

"So you were being greedy," Ally said with a grin, "Good boy. Now, since you're good and tired, why don't we get you tucked into bed?"

She began working her lover up along the bed to lay him down in it properly. She even draped the top sheet over him before making her way around to the other side. As she walked, Steve lifted his head the instant a flash of concern entered his thoughts.

"Hey... is... is Jenny okay with what we just did? She's not gonna get mad is she?" he asked, remembering Harriet's reaction.

"Oh honey," Ally said as she slipped under the sheets behind him, "She's been trying to get me to do this for weeks. She got super jealous that her sister got to try it first. I've been trying to work up the will to do it. Like I said, yours is the first dick I've put in my mouth in a very, very long time."

"Bad experience?" Steve asked.

He sighed quietly as he felt one of the lady's arms wrap around his chest from behind. She had moved to immediately spoon him as she usually did when they slept. Often it wasn't meant to be as cuddly as it was now. Usually it was more to treat him like a teddy bear. Now, she was being so gentle and kind. It was a lovely change of pace for Steve, even if he did rather like her dominant style. Her ample bust pressed against his shoulders and he let out the closest thing to a purr he could produce, suddenly feeling terribly comfortable all over again.

"I'd rather not ruin the mood. I'm too busy enjoying doting on you." Ally answered.

She growled quietly in her throat and wiggled her hips. It was a little difficult getting into the right position thanks to Jenny, and the subtle addition to the rex lady's belly Steve had put there, but she managed. It wasn't the first time she had bumped up against Steve from behind while full of bunny after all. She shifted from side to side until she was in place and bucked her hips forward gently. Steve gasped softly as the familiar sensation of the lady's impressive length slipping in under his tail. Another sigh escaped him once he was adjusted.

"I won't pry then. Not when you're about to fill me up again." he said.

Ally gently tugged Steve's glasses off and reached out, putting them on the nightstand. Hers followed shortly after and she reached up, turning off the light. For a moment, it felt like they might just drift off like that, but then Ally started to pump. It made Steve shudder and gasp anew. It wasn't the usual rough, harsh style he had come to deeply appreciate. This was a gentle, shallow rutting, in keeping with her desire to dote. She was treating him like a treasure, something precious to be handled delicately. It was different and new, and Steve was enjoying it. He let his imagination run wild with scenarios that might see such a style of loving.

As the lady humped away, intent on claiming her lover one last time before bed, she reached down low and massaged his belly. She could feel Harriet stirring softly under his hide, giving the odd kick as she slept. The gentle sloshing brought about by the rex lady's thrusts would only help keep her in the land of dreams. Meanwhile, whatever curious biology in the boy rex's middle granted him his unusual abilities was busy working away with what was happening.

Steve gasped as he felt his length spasm, but it wasn't a full-strength climax. It was more subdued, a smolder rather than a blaze. He could feel a subtle rush of warmth, then another, and another, several small ones in quick succession. Then, in only moments, his belly twitched. It had grown just ever so slightly in a rapid burst, like something inside popping. Then it did so again, repeating the sensation over and over. It was like his belly was full of popcorn. It left him whining and wriggling as the great spire under his tail continued to pump into him.

A low growl filled his ears as Ally sunk deep under his tail one last time. A heavy rush of warmth flowed into Steve's colon and he let out a happy little yowl. It wasn't the intense experience he was used to, but it was still so very lovely. His tummy stretched gently from the surge of seed, and then after a few moments of still silence, his middle grew further. He huffed as he was brought back up to an 'acceptable' size, ran his paws over the swell, and relaxed. All felt right with the world again.

"Mmm, gotta keep my boy-hen nice and filled up. Sweet dreams." Ally said.

A tingle raced down Steve's spine at the use of the word 'boy-hen'. Ally was too tickled by it, having only just thought it up in that moment. It was so close to 'boyfriend' that it appealed in a way she hadn't expected. Steve rather liked it too, finding it fitting, amusing, and endearing.

The two rexes drifted off shortly after the 'boy-hen's belly stopped growing. The two rabbits they had eaten were already cloaked in slumber. The odd little family wanted for nothing.

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The breeze was terribly brisk. With how chilly it was getting, Steve and Harriet had been forced to wear slightly heavier clothing. Steve had the upper hand in this particular matter. Harriet and Jenny had dragged him around shopping for 'maternity wear'. Harriet's wardrobe meanwhile had not been designed to provide coverage over such a bulbous tummy. One of Ally's scarves had been pressed into service as an impromptu belly wrap. Ally herself had mentioned that such a fashion statement could become the latest trend. Jenny even started to get excited at the prospect of designing something specifically for the application.

All the talk had not helped Harriet calm down ahead of her audition. She was terribly nervous as she walked along the sidewalk looking terribly strange next to the tall, similarly gravid rex fellow. They pulled more than a few stares. Steve kept one paw on his belly. It had grown in the night, as was expected. It meant he was now at the size where he could scarcely keep from fawning over the bulge. His other paw gripped the shoulder strap of the backpack he was wearing. It contained the 'work' he intended to busy himself with while he was out and about.

"Jenny says auditions usually run pretty late. If I'm not done by the time it's dark, just go ahead and head home without me. I can get a cab or something." Harriet said.

"I don't mind staying long enough to catch the bus back home with you. I'll be plenty occupied with what Ally gave me." Steve replied.

"That's if the place stays open that late. If they close before I'm done, you go on and head back home." Harriet insisted, uncertain why she was so fixated on the idea.

Maybe it was because she felt awkward enough going in that having him be there when she walked out would be similarly strange, if not more so. She would have to learn how to deal with all these feelings if she managed to get the job. At least Steve was kind enough to give her the leeway she needed.

They had come to a stop upon reaching the part of the sidewalk that was directly in front of the bunny's destination. The neon sign reading Bump in the Night wasn't illuminated yet. That would come when the day was growing late and the usual patrons were getting off work. She stood there staring at the heavy-looking doors, finding it difficult to work up the nerve. She didn't understand quite why she was having so much trouble. She had been there before. It had been a pleasant time, and Jenny had made it look like it was a fun place to work. Perhaps it was fear of rejection. Her other prospects for work had not gone well.

Without another word, Harriet turned and wrapped her arms as far around her feathered friend as she could. His belly was quite large after all. She mashed a cheek against it and nuzzled, not caring that there was a layer of sweater between her and the dome underneath. Steve sighed and reached down with both paws to hug her against his stomach. He hummed quietly to himself as he let the affection send little rivulets of warmth up along his spine. Neither rabbit nor rex wanted to let go. It was simply far too comforting. Eventually, they knew they had to separate, but they did so hesitantly.

"Thanks for coming with me." Harriet said as she craned her neck to look up at the tall fellow.

"You're family. I might not have the same brave streak as you when it come to being loud and standing up for folks, but I'll always be here for you." Steve replied.

"See you back at the house, if not sooner." she said.

"You're gonna do great! Knock'em dead!" the rex fired back as the rabbit turned to walk in.

As soon as the heavy door closed behind the bunny, Steve took a breath and let it out in a slightly elongated sigh. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous for her. She needed a win and he could see that. He hoped it all would go well for her. Unable to do anything more to help cheer her on, the rex turned and headed further down the sidewalk. It was a short stroll as he headed for the neighboring establishment. Coffee Cuties Cafe was relatively empty at the moment. It was during the off-peak hours, leaving the popular brew-house mostly quiet. That boded well for Steve.

The rex pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was immediately treated to something he had not expected. Last time he had come, everything had been mostly normal. Somewhat scantily clad young men served coffee and pastries. What little clothing they wore hugged close to accentuate their slim builds. The owner had been different, always sporting a sizable tummy which tended to make Steve blush. Now, they all were carrying a swell of their own, each a different size. It made the rex's cheeks turn brilliant pink. How had this happened? Was his condition more common than he originally thought? Was it contagious? That sent him into a mild panic.

"Good morning! Welcome to the Coffee Cuties Cafe! How can I help you?" asked a spotted feline behind the counter, his tummy pushing his apron out just far enough to possibly be confused with being seven months along.

Steve timidly put in his order and found a place to sit away from the door. He didn't like the cold breeze that came rushing in each time it opened. He opened his backpack and pulled out a thick, heavy, stack of papers bound together with heavier gauge cover of pale blue on the top and bottom. He looked at the title and sighed quietly as he tried to settle himself. It read The Elf and the Tiara - working title - by Ally Saurez. It was her latest novel. It had come in the form of several short stories that when strung together told the whole arc. She had gone to a professional printing house to have it made in physical form so that a publisher could read it, write notes in the margin, and still not have to worry about damaging it. Steve was going to be her beta reader.

In only a few moments, his only slightly complicated and highly caffeinated beverage was brought over to him along with a sweetly spiced quick bread pastry smelling strongly of cinnamon and nutmeg. He sipped, nibbled, and read. The protagonist was a fairly typical sort, an elf rogue and thief looking for treasure to steal and hearts to break. Though the trope was an old one and a little stereotypical, Ally had managed to write him in a way that was enjoyable. Throughout his reading, drinking, and eating, he had dedicated only one paw to turning the page and lifting his consumables to his lips. The other was assigned a very important job that could not be interrupted under any circumstances short of an emergency: rubbing his stomach.

Even with the sweater on, the act was deeply gratifying. If he had not brought something to read, he would have been far too distracted by the various tummies walking back and forth past him, stretching the aprons that tried to cover them, making the coffee house boys look adorably round. Why did it get under his plumage so easily? He had been living with his own special skills for six months. Why did it make him so bashful seeing another male as gravid as himself? Was this the very aesthetic that Ally herself found so endearing in him?

Steve would have kicked himself for thinking such a silly thing. Of course it was. She had been enamored with his tummy the minute they met. So why wouldn't it hold true that as Steve got more accustomed to his own middle he might also grow to appreciate the look on others? He huffed quietly to himself each time he let himself get distracted watching one of the baristas walk by. Each time, he jerked his gaze back to the book before him and tried to refocus. Thankfully, the story was engaging enough that he could get lost in it. Within only a few pages, Steve was completely sucked in.

An hour passed before the rex could notice. His coffee was gone, as was his pastry. But that didn't matter. He had a rather saucy story to consume. His cheeks flushed from time to time as something rather explicit happened. As it so happened, he and the various young men working at the cafe weren't the only ones to end up swollen.

"Hello, can I get some of this out of your way?" asked a handsome young man wearing a name tag that read 'Eric'.

Steve turned to look over at the human with a jerk of his head. He had been ever so gently startled, evidenced by his eyes going terribly wide.

"Hmm!? Oh! Yes, yes please. Thank you. And can I get another one of these?" he asked, lightly tapping a single claw on the plastic lid of his now deceased latte.

"Sure, I'll have it out in a little bit. I'll even start a tab for you. I'm sorry if I startled you. That must be a really good book if it's got you so focused on it." Eric said with a laugh as he collected the empty paper cup and the plate that once held the rex's scone.

The young man rest one of his occupied hands on top of his rotund middle while the other cupped from underneath for support. He was running both along the curved surface in slow circles, not unlike what Steve had been doing to himself. The act was slightly awkward given that he was holding his customer's discarded cup and plate. It caught the feathered dino's attention and he tried to yank his gaze away. His cheeks burned. He had noticed that not only was this fellow gravid, but his chest was swollen as well, reminding him of Ally's 'augmentations'.

His appeared to be functional and currently rather productive. Steve had spotted a couple of stains in the chest of Eric's shirt. It couldn't be that he was leaking, could it? Maybe he had just spilled on himself. The idea that it might actually be 'his own fault' so to speak fired the dino's imagination.

"Oh yeah... it's... it's pretty... stimulating. Not the sort of thing you'd let your kid read." Steve said.

"Doesn't look like it's been professionally published. Is it a manuscript or something? Are you an editor?" Eric asked.

"Oh no, not an editor. And I didn't write it either. It's a manuscript by my roommate. Her name's Ally Saurez. I volunteered to be her beta reader. I'm looking for any lingering spelling and grammatical mistakes. I'm also on the hunt for inconsistencies, continuity errors, plot holes, things like that. To be honest though, it's kind of hard to catch them when the hot and heavy stuff rolls in." Steve answered.

"Well if it's making you skip over mistakes, then it's gotta be pretty good. Sounds like a fun time to me," Eric said with a smile, then paused, "Wait, Ally Saurez? She's your roommate? This is her book? Oh my god! I love her! I missed the chance to get her to sign my copy of Heart of the Jungle back when it was brand new! I gotta make sure I get in line earlier next time! Do you know when this one's coming out?"

"Not sure yet. It probably won't be too long from now. And if you bring your copy, I'll bet I could get Ally to sign it for you. Hell, she might come by some time herself. She says she likes this place a lot." the rex said.

"Oh man, that'd be amazing! I'll make sure I bring my copy with me to work from now on just in case she shows up!" the young man set the cup and plate back down, leaning in over the table as he lowered his voice, "I don't suppose you could give me a few little details about the book you're reading right now, huh?"

Steve quickly but casually closed the manuscript, keeping one of his fingers between the pages to keep his place. He grinned a little and shook his head.

"Spoilers... you're just going to have to wait." he said.

Eric frowned and stood himself back up, disappointed he wasn't going to get anything out of the tall, gravid rex. He was about to collect the cup and plate again before he paused. A tremor ran through him as a gasp was forced from his lips. Both of his hands moved to his apron-clad tummy. The other boys were all pretty swollen, but Eric had to be the largest of them. He looked like he was just about ready to pop. But as he stood there, clutching his stomach, the swell suddenly jumped, growing right before the rex's eyes. It had only expanded slightly, making the apron pull just a bit tighter around it. His shirt had come untucked, showing hints of smooth, pink skin on either side of the dark blue garment showing hints of spills. If growth spurts like that were common, that might account for why the young man had spilled on himself. Maybe Steve's imaginings were just that.

"Ooof... I... I think I should get back to work," Eric said before looking back over his shoulder to see someone waving after having dropped a couple of bills in a jar labeled with the breathless barista's name, "I'll have that drink out for you in a moment."

Steve could have fainted at the sight of what had just happened. Once he was alone, he lifted a paw to his nose to see if he was bleeding from his nostrils. That happened in various shows when a character saw something risque, right? He pulled his palm back to see that it was free of crimson. His cheeks were burning all over again, and brightly red. He turned away to avert his gaze, even lifting his paw to shield his peripheral vision. His chest heaved and his heart pounded. He couldn't believe what he just saw. The very thing that happened to him somehow was going on with the cute little fellow who had been kind enough to chat him up about the book. Worry about his condition being communicable welled up in the back of his mind but he pushed it back down. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Time proved that remarkably true. As the day marched on, Steve found himself distracted just as easily as prior to Eric's little visit. But it was made worse by the fact that the rex was certain the lad was growing, as were the other boys. Their tummies continued to expand slowly throughout the day, eventually to the point where shirt and apron could not do anything to conceal them. Skin, fur, and hide were exposed eventually, usually along the sides. The aprons still worked well enough to protect the 'front and center', even if they were pulled tight enough that he could see a navel poking out under them.

Somehow, all this growth was tied to the tip jars up on the counter. Each one had the names of the boys currently on shift, and each time a customer dropped money in one of them, the associated belly jumped in size. It wasn't all that dissimilar to Steve's situation, though his was more directly linked to his physiology. This seemed to be mystical in nature. Or maybe his physiology was mystical. Maybe he was magical and that was why he made eggs even though he was a boy. He wouldn't mind finding out about that.

Eventually, Steve noticed a curious trend aside from the growing bellies of the coffee shop staff. From time to time, customers would become so enamored with one of the lads that they would usher them into the bathroom. Once behind a closed door, there would come all manner of noises that reminded Steve of his passionate times with Ally. Then, when the door opened again a few minutes later, whichever young man had gone in with a customer came out looking punch-drunk, satisfied, and just a little bigger about the middle. It wasn't difficult to figure out what they were doing in there, and it made the fluffy egg-filled rex blush all the harder. Part of him imagined what hijinks he might get up to if he could coax Eric into the bathroom for a spell, and what Ally might do to him if he actually did that.

And likely, she would only do it if he didn't film it for her to enjoy later.

The day entered the mid afternoon and traffic began to slow down, then it picked back up as people began to get off work. There was one more rush, and then things really started to settle down. Steve had managed to get pretty far along in Ally's latest book, dragging his attention away from the rotund middles waddling about long enough to get sucked back in. Just as before, there came a friendly voice that jerked him back to reality.

"Hey, still doing alright over here? You've been awfully quiet." Eric asked, having managed to sneak up on the rex.

How anyone could be so stealthy with a belly that big was something of a marvel. It was a terrible thought for Steve to land on because it ended up forcing him to imagine Eric dressed up completely in black as though he were a ninja, and that was far too alluring a mental image to let go of. Maybe he could pass that idea on to Ally and she could do something with it.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good. I'm just trying to focus. It's a good story." Steve said.

"I can't wait to get my hands on it when it comes out," Eric said, "I hate to do this, but we're getting close to shutting down for the day. I hate saying I'm kicking you out since you're nice and kinda cute, especially since you're 'sporting the latest fashion trend', but we gotta close down."

The young man gestured to the rex's belly, suggesting jokingly that it wasn't just a matter of 'form follows function' but rather a fad that was starting to spread. Steve almost wanted to say he had been getting pregnant back before it was popular but he didn't want to come off as a hipster. Besides, he had completely lost track of time and he was beginning to impose on the hospitality of the shop.

"Oh! Oh right! Yes! I need to close out my tab and head home! Sorry! I just got sucked in!" he said.

"Hey, no worries! Just means it's gonna be that good of a read when I get it. How 'bout I make you another drink for the road?" Eric asked.

Steve nodded, fumbling around to try and pull out his wallet. A card was produced and he handed it over to the young man to pay for all the various things he had eaten and drunk while reading and watching the patrons, and the staff. He couldn't believe how much the lad had grown since their first interaction. His belly was now so large it looked like it could have housed both Harriet and Jenny. The great pink thing sagged down to the young man's knees, and yet he didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest. His chest had grown as well, as had the dark stains. The fact that they remained constant--even grew--suggested that Eric had not spilled anything on himself. He was indeed leaking.

Not that Steve would have known, but Eric was rather proud of the fact that he was able to get around so easily now that he had gotten used to this new arrangement. He kind of missed the days when he was made so big by people tipping that he ended up immobile by the end of his shift, but on occasion that still happened. He could see how flustered the poor rex was, wondering if it was related to his own stomach or if he was still working on accepting being turned on by it appearing in others.

"Another one sounds good, thanks. It'll give me time to pack up my things." Steve said, trying very hard not to stare at Eric's stomach.

"How 'bout I make you one of our house specials? They're real popular, which I'm guessing you noticed." the young man said.

Steve had frozen for a moment, both palms on his plump, lap-filling tummy. He could only imagine how heavy Eric's middle was. He remembered back when he last had been so large, and the rare instances when he had been larger. It made him miss it a little seeing another as big as the barista. It also distracted him.

"Hmm? What? Oh yeah, sure... I'll try that. Thanks." he said, not having really been paying that close attention.

"Alright, I'll have that up in a couple of minutes." Eric said, turning and waddling off with the rex's card in hand.

About ten minutes later, the gravid dino was waddling his way down the sidewalk. He had packed up Ally's book and his 'editing tools', which were little more than a pencil, eraser, and a red pen. They were stashed in his backpack which hung comfortable from his shoulder. One paw was on his tummy while the other held his latte. It was still quite hot, forcing him to only delicately sip it from time to time. Steve noticed that his middle had grown just ever so slightly, making him feel oddly ashamed. There had been only three times in the past that he had grown in public; the first had been at his old job when he was just discovering his productivity, the second had been at the mall and how he almost wrecked a clothing store's changing room stall, and the third had been at the Bump in the Night where he nearly knocked a lady down with a sudden growth spurt.

Thankfully, this had been a very subtle swell. He had felt the telltale warmth of accidentally creaming himself, but it had been a very gentle excitation, and it had been because of Ally's book. Or perhaps it was when he pieced together the fact that customers could order 'extra cream' with their drinks which meant they wanted to fill--or more rarely be filled by--the shop's staff. That was something else he likely would need to let Ally know about. Either way, he had added to his clutch. Had he been more careless, he might have knocked the table over, and that would have been terribly embarrassing. Steve resolved to be more careful about his public indulgences in the future. He also resolved to not let Ally know about that lest she try to force a sudden rush of expansion in a very public place.

The bus ride home allowed him a chance to rest his legs, rub his tummy more, and drink his coffee. As it cooled, he was able to take more generous sips. It tasted pretty good. Eric had said the milk was freshest available and that was what made the difference. Steve had been tempted to make a dumb joke, guessing that Eric had provided the milk for it himself. Had he asked, he would have found out how right he was. Swirling around in the piping hot cup of espresso was a generous portion of the young man's own personal milk. It had become a staple, and the 'house special' which called for it had been terribly popular, just as the lad had said it was.

Steve discovered he couldn't stop drinking it, save to keep from burning his tongue. It was a little on the addictive side he realized. By the time the bus finally stopped at his neighborhood, he had gone through a quarter of the rex-sized cup. The waddle down the sidewalk the rest of the way home was quicker than usual. The round-middled dino found he had a greater sense of energy, or perhaps just urgency, about him. The house door opened, the closed behind him. He headed straight for the lounge, dropped his backpack on the couch, then plopped down next to it.

The manuscript came back out and Steve resumed reading. He kept drinking his latte, not noticing how large his sips had become. The story progressed along, reaching another particularly detailed and exciting moment shortly after he settled in. Steve groaned quietly as he began to squirm in his seat. He hadn't actually gotten to the 'good parts' yet of this particular scene, but he could guess where it was going. He grumbled to himself as he massaged his tummy more firmly, shivering as he started actually trying to force himself over the edge. His pants were already drawn tight thanks to the swell between his legs. He had grown fond of the additional size he had gained down there thanks to what everyone assumed was some sort of hormonal reaction. Getting and staying pregnant with clutches and clutches of eggs had made him a 'bigger man' so to speak.

When Steve reached the climax of the scene, both in the literal and figurative sense, he tipped his head back and moaned loud enough to be heard throughout the house. No one was there to hear him. He couldn't stand it any longer, he had to do something about himself. The rex climbed to his paws and began stripping out of his clothing. He didn't care that it left him a little chilly. The heat burning away in his loins had to be tended to.

The big, russet dino mashed one of his hand-paws against his belly, kneading into the bulge stronger and stronger. The other paw was shoved under his rotund middle to fondle the throbbing, drooling length pressing up against his gut from underneath. He huffed and growled, not caring if he made a mess anymore. He just wanted to satisfy himself, to reach his own climax, and to grow. He wanted to be as big as Eric had been as he left the shop. No, he wanted to be bigger. He wanted to try and swell himself out as big as he had been when he read the cut scene from Heart of the Jungle. He had grown so massive he could have practically filled the lounge. He hungered for it. The lust raging inside him was too much for him to control.

It was odd to him that it was so intense. Steve had not felt it quite so strongly before. Maybe Ally was loosening him up after all. If only he knew what the 'house special' really was, and what it really did to those who drank it. A roar filled the lounge and he arched his back. His length spasmed but just like so many times past, no sticky explosion painted his palm or his tummy. Instead, the intense, familiar, inviting rush of heat spilled into his middle and he shuddered, enjoying the warmth. His gut slowly began to tighten under his rubs, stretching outward with soft creaks and groans. The act of gaining such girth left him moaning all over again.

This time, he didn't bother tending to his still aching member. He would have ended up pinning his paw down under his growing stomach. Now, he could actually just rub his belly and that would be enough. So he did, massaging and exploring the growing swell. It sent bolts of lightning up his spine as he grew more and more sensitive, trying to find ways to chain one climax with another, to try and create one long succession of orgasmic bliss.

His cries filled the house while his eggs filled his belly.

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The sun was getting low enough in the sky that the shadows of the buildings filled the streets. The temperature was dropping, making everyone want to get inside out of the chill. Ally didn't seem quite so bothered. She stood out in front of a club, arms crossed over her chest, tapping one of her toe-claws quietly as she waited. The neon sign for the Bump in the Night flickered on overhead, catching her attention briefly. Very shortly after, the front door opened and out stepped the bunny that had kept her waiting.

"Hey Harriet!" Ally called out as she approached.

When seeing a very tall, very toothy dinosaur focus its attention completely on a person and walk towards them, a greeting like that helped to remove a good portion of the disquieting nature. The rabbit had long gotten used to the sight, but she still appreciated the gesture.

"Hey Ally. What are you doing here? I thought Steve was gonna be waiting for me." Harriet said.

"He had planned to, but apparently your interview-slash-audition lasted longer than he anticipated. The coffee shop closed before you were done so he hopped back on the bus and headed home before it got too cold. He texted me to ask if I'd be able to collect you. I was already in town seeing my editor so I swung on by." the dino lady explained.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, it did take a lot longer than I expected. They had a lotta questions for me; how I got my belly, how long I'd be keeping it, if I'd be able to get it back quick enough, if I'd be open to other aspects of the club. Stuff like that." the rabbit said.

"Well now, that sounds pretty thorough. Did they have you dance?" the rex waggled her eyebrows as she asked.

"Yes," Harriet said flatly, not entirely thrilled with how that part of the whole experience went, "I did pretty terribly on that part, but that was really just to see what all I was good at. All of it felt pretty awkward thanks to this."

The short, round lapine gave her swollen middle a light slap before angling herself to continue on out of the club's entryway. Ally turned to walk with the bunny as they headed down the sidewalk. The bus would be passing by in relatively short order so they had to be at the stop before it arrived. Neither wanted to wait in the cold for the next one.

"Well? And? How did it go? You think you got a shot?" Ally asked.

"There's nothing to think about. They offered me a position as a waitress and I took it. It'll be nice having money again." Harriet said.

She had been terribly unhappy over the last couple of months. Ally's generosity had helped her avoid ending up homeless after she provoked her old boss into firing her--and Steve. It didn't take long for her to feel like she was freeloading, even if she helped out with chores around the house. Now, she'd have funds to pay the kind rex lady with. There had been no mention of rent, but Harriet wanted to cover at least part of the utilities she had been using. It was only polite given that she was living there full time.

Ally meanwhile was holding back her urge to pick the rabbit up and give her a good squeeze. She could save that for when they got home. Instead, she crouched, dropped her three-clawed paws on the shorter lady's shoulders, and turned her so they faced eye to eye.

"Seriously!? You got the job!? That's great! I'm so happy for you!" the feathered dino cried out with glee.

She didn't dare mention anything about cost of living. She had offered her home to both Steve and Harriet without charge, and she meant it. She had even dismissed Harriet's troubled attitude towards paying her back. When it became obvious that wasn't going to go away, Ally assumed a more supportive stance rather than just continue to remind her new roommate that there wasn't any need to drag money into the matter. She remembered what it had been like when she was freshly out on her own and how money troubles ate away at a person. It boiled down to feeling like a responsible adult.

"Yeah, they were impressed with my customer service background and that I was willing to stand up for myself when things got out of hand. Apparently, they had called my old boss and got the whole story from him. I was sure that was going to sink me, but apparently that's something they kind of look for in their employees. If a guy's getting too handsy, you gotta be able to tell him no in a way he's sure to understand." Harriet said.

"So, when do you start? Do we need to go shopping and get you some more appropriate clothes?" Ally asked, genuinely giddy at the prospect of buying strip-club waitress maternity wear for her little bunny.

That made the long-eared woman blush. She had considered the possibility of equipping her wardrobe to handle being gravid essentially all the time, but that was something she had been able to stave off for a while. Now that she would have income, surely that would demand a raid at the local shops. Now the shoe was on the other paw and she was starting to see what she and Jenny had put Steve through on that first trip to the mall.

"I start on Monday and they'll provide me with a 'work uniform', even if it's little more than a bikini. What I've got already will work for now. Let me get a couple of paychecks in my bank account and then we can look at going on a shopping spree. I know you've been wanting to drag Steve back out for another dress-up session. That will just have to satisfy you for the time being." Harriet answered.

"Okay, okay, fine. No shopping spree for now. But we gotta celebrate! Lemme take you, Steve, and Jenny out!" the dino lady said, wanting badly to keep her excitement going.

"No, I don't think I can do that right now. My legs and feet are killing me from being up and about for so long. I'm still not used to lugging this thing around," Harriet said as she lightly slapped her belly once more, "Can I take a rain check? Maybe do it tomorrow instead? I think Jenny's got that day off anyway."

"Tomorrow it is. You're not getting out of it though. And we gotta start getting you dance lessons so you might be able to move up to being on stage! I can just picture you and Jenny together, twin sisters, big and round, dancing away, showing off those bellies. You'll have the whole place cheering." Ally said, grinning as she daydreamed a little.

"I dunno about dancing, but they said there was room for growth, and not just on the waistline. Apparently they're looking at moving into digital production as well." Harriet explained before stopping to lean against the bus stop sign.

She let out a little huff and hugged her stomach. She really needed to get acclimated to this if she was going to be on her paws, taking orders, delivering drinks and food, and even fending off guests who had over-imbibed. Jenny had been able to get used to it pretty quickly, but then she had gotten in on the job while she was in college. That youthful energy helped keep her spry as she adjusted.

"Wait, digital? How does a strip club go digital?" Ally asked.

Almost as soon as the words left her lips, a number of possible scenarios entered her thoughts. She immediately felt silly for asking, but she refused to take the question back. After all, it might be a strategy she had not heard of before. Those notions of hers that ended up left as fantasy might work as part of a book sometime.

"All of us who got job offers, we got taken on a little tour of the building. Upstairs they have rooms set up for livestream shows and they had someone custom-write software just for them to use so that viewers can donate, vote on what the person on screen does, and a bunch of other interactive things," Harriet explained, "Said it was written by one of their employees. We met her when we all came that one night. Remember the red panda girl? Maddy?"

"Oh yeah? That's pretty cool! You thinkin' about moving up to streaming?" Ally asked with a wry grin.

"What? No! I'm still gettin' used to all this! There's still a layer of weird around all of it I'm trying to scrub off! It'll be a pretty long while before I'm ready for that. Jenny's been talking about getting involved though, so who knows? Hell, might look at tossing Steve her way when she does. I'll bet he'd be real popular." the bunny said.

"Maybe. He's still pretty shy himself. Is any of this streaming stuff already up and running yet? I might wanna take a sneak peak." the rex lady said as she pulled out her phone.

"Yeah, there should be a stream going right now. You know that guy from the coffee shop next door? The only human in the join? I think his name's Eric. I saw him getting set up to stream while I was heading back downstairs to leave." Harriet answered, then took the phone from her taller, stronger, and more imposing benefactor to type in the web address for her.

As soon as the phone was back in Ally's paws, she turned it sideways to force the screen into landscape and waited for the video to load. Almost immediately, an image of the young man in question appeared. He was sitting on a cushion designed to be straddled. It had him perched on his knees while still supported from underneath. His stomach pressed down on the wedge-shaped cushion such that it visibly deformed under the weight. He wasn't anywhere near as big as he often was seen in the coffee shop, but then Ally usually caught sight of him near the end of his shift, when he was at his largest for the day.

This was something new, and she was absolutely there for it. Eric was completely naked save for a clear plastic visor over his eyes and a pair of thin bracelets on his wrists. He was wearing an augmented reality headset so he could see what the audience was saying in the chat. He even waved his hands in front of him to enter commands. The movements were registered by the bracelets, showing off how advanced his gear was. It was impressive. As he read off comments and responded to them, the occasional flash of someone donating appeared, along with the amount. When it happened, Eric jumped in surprise and yelped softly. His belly surged outward just ever so softly, growing in response to the tip.

A powerful tingle rushed through Ally's loins. This was indeed a terribly lucrative idea the club had developed. No doubt it had been in partnership with Cameron, the technophile elf 'boy' who ran the coffee shop next door. She could even hear him conversing with Eric from off screen. Maybe he'd be joining in momentarily. Ally couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at her phone. She needed more of this, but more than that, she needed to share it.

"Holy shit," she said quietly, "We have got to show this to Steve! When's the damn bus gonna get here!?"

"Calm down, tall, bright, and horny. It'll be here in a bit." Harriet said.

Almost as if mention of the vehicle had willed it into existence, the very bus they sought appeared from around the corner and lumbered up to the stop where it came to a rest. The rex and bunny both climbed aboard and took their seats, still watching the screen, though it had been muted. It was rude to watch porn on a public bus and leave the audio turned up for others to hear. That just left Ally wishing more people were into this sort of thing so they might actually ask her to share with the whole group.

The trip home was relatively short, though not short enough for the two ladies. One was finding she had a growing need to satisfy herself, keeping pace with the steadily growing tummy on screen. The other was just tired and wanting to relax, and bus seats weren't all that comfortable. Harriet spent the whole ride hugging her belly and idly stroking it. It had become an affectation she couldn't refrain from, nor did she want to. It felt nice. She could see why Steve was so fond of it himself. It made her wonder why Ally didn't make an effort to give herself a swollen belly more often, and not simply from swallowing Jenny.

When they reached their designated stop, both ladies climbed off the bus and headed down the sidewalk to the cozy little house that had been built to match all the others in the neighborhood. Of course, over the course of her residence there, Ally had decided to make it stand out a bit more. A custom paint job, landscaping that gave the whole lawn a more prehistoric and tropical look, and of course the dramatic up-lighting that created a sort of ambiance that suggested a primal sensibility. During the Halloween season, Ally would rig up a fog machine or dry ice and water to create mist. That gave the whole thing a swampy feel. She loved that.

The front door permitted them entry, then was closed and locked behind them. As soon as they stepped inside, both Ally and Harriet could hear the familiar telltale sound of a strained voice. It was Steve, and he sounded almost as though he was in pain. His groans and cries drifted through the house from the lounge. That had become his usual haunt when at home, a place where he could relax and let himself 'stretch out'. It was clear what he was doing. The noises he made were close to those of pain, but they most certainly were not brought on by discomfort. He was frustrated, unable to properly satisfy himself.

"Well, sounds like he's having a good time." Ally said.

"Think Jenny's involved?" Harriet asked only slightly annoyed.

"Nah, I don't hear her. And if he'd gotten all greedy and gobbled her up, I'd at least smell her." the rex lady said.

The bunny lifted her arm and gazed at the watch on her wrist, taking note of the time.

"Yeah, that and she's probably on her way to Bump in the Night right now for her shift. It's probably just him having a grand ole time. Shall we go check on him?" Harriet asked.

Ally didn't answer, she simply headed on in the direction of the noise. Harriet followed behind with the intention of looking to stay out of whatever was going on. She was too tired to get mixed up in anything, no matter how much the weight in her middle might be begging her to take care of certain needs. She had more willpower than her sister after all.

The sight the two ladies came upon was not at all surprising. Steve was seated on the couch within the lounge in his usual spot. His stomach was heavily swollen beyond the point of filling his lap. It drooped down to the point where it rest on the floor, too large for him to reach all the way around. He was obsessively caressing and squeezing the dome. Each time he did, he let out a new cry and a visible shudder raced up his spine. Seconds later, his belly would stretch just a little bit bigger. He was in the middle of what the group had come to call a 'cascade'; a chain-reaction that wouldn't stop until he was too worn out to keep it going.

Ally didn't bother to say anything other than a simple 'Hey honey' before stripping out of her clothing and moving to join him on the couch. She pressed in against the dull-colored rex, bumping her nose against his cheek and running a paw across his taut tummy. Harriet didn't move in any closer, rather she stayed right where she stood in the wide entryway. She knew where this was likely to go and didn't want to get dragged in.

"Mmm, what's got my little boy-hen so riled up? Any special occasion?" Ally asked.

"I... I don't... I don't know... I just... I was reading... your book. On the way home... I started... getting anxious." Steve answered between his gasps for air.

"Poor thing. Did you have too much coffee and now you're buzzing? Or was my book just that exciting? I know it had a fair bit of egg-based fun in it. I wrote that just for you." the lady rex said in the usual husky tone she used when she wanted to keep Steve wound up.

The swollen fellow just shivered feeling her breath on his neck and her palm on his stomach. She had been only teasing him, keeping him from getting too far ahead too fast. She knew just how to keep him hovering in one spot so she could have her own fun.

"That... that helped. I don't... I don't know what... came over me. It was like... flipping a switch... on an electric kettle. It just gradually gets really hot." Steve replied, having managed to get his breath under a little more control now that his focus was split.

"Hmm, zat so?" Ally asked, then turned to look back at Harriet.

She paused before getting there, having spotted a to-go cup of coffee on the end table. Something in her head clicked and she reached over to collect it. There was perhaps a quarter of the still mildly warm brew left, smelling strongly of both steeped bean and steamed milk. He had gotten a latte, and he hadn't finished it. That wasn't really like him. He usually finished whatever was put in front of him. Though, his 'belly emergency' no doubt had distracted him. It did provide what might be the evidence Ally was looking for.

Without saying anything else, the brightly colored lady lifted the cup to her lips and took a short draw. The milky espresso passed across her tongue as she rolled it around in her mouth, looking for any flavors that might give away the answer to the question in her head. And then she found it. It was right there, the signature sweetness that managed to survive being paired with the bitter of the coffee. She smirked and lifted the cup for Steve to see.

"Did you order a 'house special' latte from Cameron's coffee shop?" Ally asked, already knowing the answer.

"House... special? What?" the over burdened rex asked.

"There's a new special they added not that long ago. Instead of regular milk, they use milk from one of the boys if they're big enough and producing. Lemme guess, it was that cute pink-skin, Eric. He's got a certain irresistible charm to him, and it's hard to keep an apron around it." the lady said.

"I... I guess so? He makes his own milk?" Steve asked.

"Oh yeah. Did you happen to notice if his shirt was wet? Like maybe he had spilled something on himself? Only it wasn't that he spilled, but he had leaked through it?" Ally asked in response.

"Yeah... now that you mention it, I do remember seeing that. He used his own milk to make my latte? I didn't think that was legal, what with health codes and all that." the boy rex replied.

"There are loopholes. And that's why you're so wound up! Anyone who drinks one of their house specials gets a big ole boost to the libido! You ordered yourself a big steaming cup of horny juice! You're gonna need some help getting through it. Here, lemme scratch that itch for you." Ally said.

She lifted the cup to her lips again, this time holding it there as she tipped her head further and further back. There wasn't much left so it wouldn't have as profound an impact on her, but it would still work its magic on her at any rate. When she emptied the cup, she tossed it to Harriet, winked at her, then began helping the poor debilitated rex onto his paws. It was a difficult job getting up, but at least he wasn't expected to stay up for too long. As soon as there was enough space, Ally slid in underneath him. She was already stroking her length, shivering as she felt the barista boy's milk begin to make her tingle.

With only a faint hint of strength, the lady pulled her boyfriend back down. He landed in her lap and gasped loudly. His eyes went wide and his jaw hung open. He had good reason to be so stricken. The rex lady's rod had found its way under his tail as it so often did, like last night. Unlike last night though, this wasn't going to be the slow, gentle loving act he had enjoyed. She began rocking her hips up under the breathless fellow while a growl rose up in her throat. Her paws reached out and groped at Steve's bloated tummy. She squeezed and massaged at the great dome, hoping to wind him back up. It had the desired effect. In seconds, her hips didn't need to move. Instead, the bloated boy was doing all of the work bouncing himself in her lap.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Harriet, be a dear and toss me my phone, would you?" Ally asked, reaching out with a paw.

The gravid bunny rolled her eyes a little and walked into the lounge just far enough to rummage through the tall, brightly colored lady's clothing. The device in question was found and lobbed Ally's way. The rex caught it deftly and brought her arms around in front of Steve's chest as she operated it. Her chin landed squarely on one of his shoulders while the dull colored fellow just pinched his face a little in confusion. Why was she trying to distract him?

The screen lit up and two thumb claws began working quickly to direct it back where it had been the whole way home. Eric's curious live stream appeared and Ally grinned broadly.

"There we go! Harriet showed me this. Apparently Bump in the Night is going digital, and they're partnering with the coffee shop next door. Just watch what happens when he gets a tip." Ally explained.

The rather gravid human was shivering and his voice quavered, reminding the bloated rex of his own predicament. There was a game taking up roughly half of the screen while the other half was the streamer in all his naked glory. Unfortunately, his stomach was so vast no one could see how 'enthused' he was. A dollar amount flashed on screen and Eric yelped. His belly jumped in size enough to be plainly visible. Apparently he and Steve had more in common than the dino originally figured.

A loud moan came from the poor, swollen fellow. He squeezed his tummy tightly and a gentle 'popcorn effect' followed, swelling him out right alongside the human displayed on the phone.

"Pretty great huh? I figured you'd like that. You just keep watching that and doing what you gotta do. I'll keep you steady." Ally said.

Harriet just sighed as she watched, her eyes half-lidding as she took in the sight of her two friends diving straight into their passion, right there in front of her. She was in the danger-zone. Ally could easily have insisted she join somehow, so before that happened, she decided to opt out.

"Wow, right in front of me, huh? 'Kay, I'm gonna go take a shower and wash off the body glitter I got dusted with before my dance audition. You two have fun." the bunny said as she turned to walk away.

The sounds of two exceptionally aroused tyranosaurs filled the whole house, right up until Harriet closed the door to the bathroom. She sighed in relief as she sat down on the edge of the tub to undress. The water was turned on and the shower curtain drawn to help contain the steam that would build up. The rabbit moved her paws to the small of her back and leaned backward, giving her spine a bit of a stretch. It ended up pushing her egg-filled tummy outward, accentuating the curve even more. The spray of the shower drowned out the noises of the two big dinos making love in the other room, but it could do nothing for the other effect.

A heavy thump could be felt through the floor. It repeated steadily, making Harriet look up. On the counter sat a glass of water in which a pair of plastic retainers soaked. They were hers, used to keep her teeth from slipping back out of the alignment she had fought so hard to establish as a child through so much orthodontia. The water in the glass trembled and rippled each time there was a heavy thump. It had to be Steve's belly lifting up and falling onto the floor. With a quiet little groan, the bunny rolled her eyes and turned away, heading for the shower. She was eager for the warm spray to wash down over her tired form.

"Right," she said to herself, recalling a scene from a film Ally absolutely loved to watch whenever they got the chance, and quickly modifying the title to fit the current goings-on, "It's Jur-ass-sex Park in here. Just hope she doesn't come barging in while I'm showering and try to recreate the acid-spit scene by cumming on me."

The shower felt marvelous.