“So, what's this place your boss recommended again?”

	“Gloryhole! She said it's a really great place to grab a drink and unwind.”

	“And that name didn't strike you as...odd?” The otter eyed his wife, his eyebrow arching up. The petite woman giggled and smiled at him.

	“Oh come on, it's just a name! It can't be that bad!” Jason was still having second thoughts as he drove the car into the seedier part of the city. Made sense a place called Gloryhole would be in the red light district. The otter had a strange feeling in his gut as he pulled up to the place. The two otters got out of the car and walked on in.

	Instantly, Jason's nose scrunched up upon walking into the bar. The place utterly reeked of sex, as if nothing but sex happened inside and was never cleaned up. It didn't help that as they walked in, the fox man running the counter was busy fucking a bunny woman roughly on his cock. Jason was bewildered at the sight, doing it so openly.

	“Excuse me sir!” His wife spoke up, Hilda as cheerful and outgoing as always, not even questioning what the fox was doing.

	“Hm? Oh customers. Predator or Prey?” The fox asked, stopping his rutting of the bunny's cunt long enough to help them. The two otters were confused though. Predator or Prey?

	“W-Well um...” Jason wasn't sure how to answer such a question. “I-I guess we're otters, so prey?” He offered back, half questioning if it was the right choice. The fox merely chuckled as he hit a button on the desk.

	“Hey Betty, got some fresh meat for you!~” The fox coyly said before he returned back to the bunny on his cock, rutting her hard once more.

	The otters didn't have to wait long for Betty to show up, or rather, her belly to. Jason's eyes couldn't believe what he was seeing. The mouse woman was only about a foot shorter than he was, but her belly was enormous, easily more than twice the sight of her small body.

	“Oh, new members! Oh, it's lovely to meet you both! My name's Betty and I'll help make sure that your night to night is enjoyable!” The mouse had to turn to the side to even see or speak to them, her belly constantly bouncing and wobbling.

	“Oh wow, you're very big Ms. Betty!” Hilda said, marveling at the sheer size of her belly.

	“Thanks sweetie~ I'm pregnant with that fox's kits.” She pointed her thumb back to the fox they were just speaking with. “Only three months in, but they say it'll probably be about 47 kits!” Once again, Jason could feel his eyes bulge. Was that even possible? Probable?! “Well, come along! We need to get you some IDs made!” The mouse said, turning and walking down the hallway to the left of the door. As they started following her, Jason glanced back to the fox. He looked just long enough to hear the bunny scream out in pleasure, her belly bloating out as if she had eaten a beachball.

	The two otters followed the mouse down the hall to a large photo booth. Jason was really having second thoughts after what he had just seen, but his wife insisted they keep going to see what all of the fuss was about.

	“Alright! Now, I need both of you to strip naked so we can get your pictures taken and sizes measured!”

	“Wait, what?!” The more Jason heard and saw, the more perplexed he got. Just what kind of bar was this place? “W-Why do we need to get naked?!”

	“It's necessary for the role of a Prey ID card. Along with getting it made, Gloryhole will compensate you with five thousand dollars as well!” Now Jason was very confused.

	“So...we get paid to get these IDs made?” he asked, still trying to comprehend the sheer insanity that was the bar.

	“Yep! Prey don't wear clothing, so we have a spot for you to keep your belongings while you're here. Now come, come. Let's get you in first!” Betty said to Hilda, Jason's wife already undressed. He still couldn't understand why she didn't see anything wrong with this place, but he also liked looking at his wife's body. She was completely flat in the chest department, but her ass was thick and curvy for her size.

	“Ok! I'm all ready!” Hilda said eagerly as she stepped in the booth. Jason and Betty simply had to wait as they could hear flashes and movement coming from inside. Eventually, the otter walked out, giggling like a school girl. “That was fun!” Shortly after she exited, the booth popped out a small plastic card for her, showing an image of her along with her measurements and a barcode to scan. 

	“Now it's your turn sweetie!' The mouse happily chimed to him. Jason gulped roughly. He wasn't so sure about all of this, but he didn't want to upset his wife either. He undressed and nervously stepped inside.

	“Welcome. Please stand in the center and smile for the camera.” Came a robotic voice from the screen.

	“God what am I getting in to?” The otter questioned himself as he stood where was marked and looked at the camera. Soon, flashes from both sides of him happened, startling him a bit. It was quickly followed by a scan on both sides of him, the otter trying his best to not move much. The last thing caught him off guard as a needle pricked him in the ass, drawing some blood before retreating away. The machine booped and beeped at him a bit before speaking again.

	“Jason Ramone. Male Otter. Blood Type: O. Three feet, eight inches. One hundred and twenty nine pounds. Please insert your length into the hole in front of you.” The machine blurted out before a hole became available in front of him. Jason rubbed the temple of his head, still wondering what the hell he was doing. He cautiously walked up and began to place his length in before the machine sucked his length up, pulling him into the wall. He grunted as the machine beeped before it started sucking on his length. The otter panted and groaned out as he could feel his length erect. It felt wonderful, quickly getting his length to full mast. The machine beeped once more, before releasing his length, Jason stumbling back.

	“Seven inches flaccid, two feet nine inches erect.” The booth beeped back, Jason panting roughly.

	“Yeah you fucking machine. Wish I'd known I was about to get a blowjob...” He said a bit miffed.

	“You may now leave.”

	“Gladly...” Jason pushed his way out of the booth and back to the two ladies, both of them murring upon seeing his length erect.

	“Oh my, he certainly is a grower~ Not sure why you'd be a Prey with a size like that!” Betty said nonchalantly, her eyes certainly eating up his length as his ID printed. Jason picked up the ID before he realized their clothing was gone.

	“H-Hey, where's our stuff?!”

	“Don't worry darling. It's in special lockers that only work with your IDs. We've also put the money into your card that was in your wallet, so you won't have to worry about that as well! Now, onto the main event for you two!” The mouse giggled as she turned and walked through a door, beckoning both in. Hilda happily ran in, Jason reluctantly following. 

	The next room was certainly strange. All along the walls were strange blue holes in the wall, several furs inside sitting in them. Jason was surprised at some of the furs that were in there. A wolf, bear, lion? Those were all certainly not Prey...so were Prey something else? They were all various genders as well, but one thing they all were doing was they had their rear ends pushed into the holes in the wall.

	“Now then, lets find a good spot for you two...Oh, right over here!” The mouse led them over to  spot with two open holes beside each other, one of them next to a panther lady. “Mind if these two sit next to you Francesca? These two are new.”

	“Not at all Betty, they are fine to take the spots.” The panther smiled to the both of them. Hilda happily ran over to one and plopped her rear end into the spot, the hole moving and contracting to take in the otter's rear end through the other side.

	“Oh! This is very comfortable!” Hilda said, surprised at how plush and nice it was.

	“It is?” Jason was still skeptical, but took the hole in between the two of them, sitting down. He was surprised as the fabric moved and molded to his ass, pulling him back enough that he could feel his ass push out the other side, but for the most part, it was very comfortable. “Wow, it is!”

	“Let me see your IDs.” Betty said, taking both of their cards and swiping them on a reader next to both holes. There were two separate dings before the blue fabric gripped them, holding them to their spots. “Now enjoy you two~” Betty giggled as she turned and walked back, her massive belly still wobbling.

	“Enjoy what? What are we supposed to do now?”

	“Wait for your fun. Smaller Prey like you two tend to get picked pretty fast. Larger ones like myself usually have to wait a bit.” The panther retorted back to him, but Jason was still confused.

	“Wait? I thought this was a bar?”

	Francesca chuckled, shaking her head a bit. “I guess no one told you what this place really is, right?”

	“W-Well, my wife's boss said it's a good place to get a drink and relax...”

	“Oh it is, only if you're a Predator though.”

	“W-Why is that?” Jason was a bit afraid to ask. Almost as if to provide comical assistance, Hilda screamed out loudly. Jason quickly turned his head to see that his wife's belly was massively stretched out, bulging out in front of her. “Hilda!” There was a soft ding before the otter's body was yanked into the hole, disappearing in moments. “What the fuck is going on?!”

	“This is a sex bar, which you could probably tell from when you entered. However, it caters to certain needs. Predators, people who have lustful urges to fuck and breed. And Prey, people who are submissive, needy, and wanting to be used. Your wife got a customer pretty fast. Don't be too upset if she ends up being so loose that you can't really fuck her anymore. The worse one is if the Predator wants to breed her. Get stuck raising someone else's kids.”

	“W-What?! That's insane! Who would do this?!”

	“Probably the guy that sold his body for a large amount of money, right?~” The panther said playfully, Jason only just now realizing what they had done. They sold their bodies out to the bar, they were prostitutes and practically worked for the place.

	“I-Is that why there are ID cards? S-So Predators can see us...without actually looking at us?”

	“Exactly. The data is displayed on the other side of the wall. Predators can see your info and sizes and if they want to use you, well, you get a dick up the ass or cunt and end up as their condom for the day.”

	Jason was practically trembling. He had never had sex with another person, let alone as the one receiving. What in the world had he gotten himself into. Francesca noticed him trembling, reaching over to pet his head.

	“Don't worry too much about it. It also displays how many times you've been used. Most of the Predators let the smaller cocked ones go for the newer folk; helps ease them in. Although, someone was certainly antsy and wanted to break your wife in. Poor bitch got a cock as big as she was right up the cunt. Lucky whore.” Francesca said back, not really soothing Jason much. The panther meeped and murred though, smiling. “Barbs...about two feet? Damn lion trying to put cubs back in my cunt already? Well, see you later Jason, hope your night goes well.” Before the otter could reply, there was a beep, the larger panther pulled back through the hole, the blue cushion closing off before Jason could see anything past it. Now he was all alone and incredibly uncomfortable.

	Jason lost track of time as he sat there, helplessly. He watched other furs walk in and disappear into the plush holes, everyone acting like this was a normal thing. He was incredibly nervous and worried. Was Hilda OK? Did she get bred? Was he not going to get picked? The small otter fidgeted, his mind all a mess. It wasn't until he felt pressure against his backside that he broke out of his funk, someone's length pushing into him. It felt odd, but also very warm. The person's cock wasn't massive either, it seemed like more of a normal size. There was a beep behind him, Jason's body soon pulled back through the hole.

	“Evening Mr. Ramone. Enjoying yourself?” Jason had to gain his senses a bit, turning around to see a feminine deer looking back at him. Jason was a bit surprised to see a deer had picked him, much less a herm.

	“H-Hello...”

	“Hehe you need to relax dear. Your wife is having a great time and you should as well.” The otter perked up.

	“Ah, Hilda! I-Is she alright?!” Jason said, squirming on the deer's dick a bit, eliciting a soft moan from him. The deer walked over to the bar, sitting down on a stool as the otter sat in her lap. Jason didn't even realize that this room was more like a bar. A counter top to get drinks or food, tables for gambling or playing billiards. There were plenty of people just having sex, but the place seemed more chill than he imagined.

	“She's fine, but she's going to be looking a bit different going home.”

	“D-Different?” The deer giggled before pointing away from them, Jason gasping as he saw his wife, or what he thought was his wife. All he saw was a massive ball of fur that had enormous breasts attached to the crotch of a fat bear.

	“He modded her to have bigger tits and has been rutting her nonstop since he got her. Hope you're ready to take care of some bear cubs in a few months. Heard they can be a handful.”

	“Modded?” Jason wasn't sure what that meant, but he could infer from his wife what it did mean.

	“Special tonics made by the bar that modify the drinker's body permanently. Only Predators can order them and Prey doesn't really get a choice in the matter.”

	“W-What are you going to do to me then...?” Jason asked, nervous at what the answer might be. The deer giggled and smiled to him.

	“I mostly invited your wife so she could have some fun, but I didn't think you'd register yourself as Prey.”

	“W-Wait, you're her boss? The one that suggested this place?”

	“I am. I was hoping maybe she could help me get used to being a Predator, but she got taken before I even had a chance.” The deer sighed, Jason realizing that even though he was on her cock, she wasn't even using him. The otter hadn't even considered what she was implying. Despite having a cock and able to use it, was she more Prey than Predator just like he was more Predator than Prey?

	“Hey, is it possible to get our IDs changed?”

	“Changed? Sure. If you don't like the role you chose, or want something different, you just need to go to the front desk and let them know.”

	“Can you take me there real quick?~” Jason said, a small smirk rolling in on his face.


	Hilda huffed and panted as she waddled into her boss's office, her massive belly and tits strained heavily in the dress he wore. The otter was still adjusting to the colossal size she was. “Here's those papers ma'am.” The otter wheezed out, putting some documents on the deer's desk.

	“T-Thank y-you Hilda!” The deer stammered out, trying her best to act professional. The deer's tits and belly were even bigger than hers, Hilda finding it odd as her boss had told her that she was a Predator a few times.

	“Are you OK boss? You've been acting strange lately.” Hilda asked, the deer huffing and panting roughly.

	“I-I'm fine! N-No need to worry! Y-You can go now!” The deer said back quickly. Hilda shrugged and waddled off back to her desk. As soon as the otter left the office, the deer cried out as her belly bloated out even bigger, making her groan and pant as she leaned forward. As she did, she revealed her huge thick ass had been covering Jason underneath it. Only, the otter was much different from a few weeks prior. Massively buff, insanely hung. He had modded his body and the deer's greatly to suit their new roles. “Do you have to use me at work?”

	“Shut up slut. I'm your Predator and you're my prey~ Even outside of the Gloryhole, I own you!” Jason said, slapping the deer's massive ass hard. Her huge ass wobbled heavily, much to Jason's delight.

	“What about your wife?”

	“What about her? I got a better one right here for me to use!” Jason said, thrusting into her as he came another thick heavy load into her cunt. God it felt good. It felt so good to be at the top of the food chain, wondering just how pregnant he could really get her today.