Max Gets His Wish
By Seydaschu
A Fan Story based on the Sam & Max series

This is an adult story with heavy sexual and fetish themes.
Fetish Warning: Alternative Vore, Alternative Hyper, Smaller Pred, Multiple Prey, Unwilling Prey, Willing Prey, Fatal Vore, Afterlife, Hyper Growth, Prehensile Cocks, M/M, Guns, Toony

Chapter One
A Swiss Army Knife of Vore

	It was early morning.  The hazy atmosphere of the city cast an orange glow over the massive abandoned warehouse.  The Calzzonni gang shuffled about inside, sorting through a new shipment of ill-gotten gains.  They were a couple dozen animal-people thugs, scary enough to keep the local cops away, but sexy enough to star as antagonists for this obviously furry erotica.  Crates were stacked haphazardly around the wide-open space as some highly ranked tough-guys ogled over the shiny contents of one just opened.  The crates were all labeled “Swimwear”, and while most of them had honest contents, 3 were secretly marked to show that they contained the valuable treasures heisted from the museum, ready to be fenced and laundered.  Treasures which the museum would have an extremely difficult time recouping legally, considering they didn't exactly obtain any of their relics via honest means in the first place.

	Gangsters were spread throughout the building with no organization, mostly just having fun in their usual hang-out spot.  The ones having the least fun, though, were the couple assigned to morning watch duty.  While the thugs inside were doing cool stuff, like appraising ancient golden artifacts or trading dirty magazines in the mess hall, a tall top-heavy black bull stood outside the rear entrance, bored out of his mind.  His horns were cut off to stubs as a sign of shame, and he wore only a tank-top and tight shorts.  The other lookout was patrolling the nearby alley out of sight.

	The bull snapped out of his boredom when he heard some noises from the alleyway.  It sounded like some muffled voices, and some wet fleshy noises.  He smirked, thinking the other guard was beating off where nobody would know.  Then, coming into view out of the alley, walked a very short white rabbit.  A very strange one with a huge smile showing sharp teeth, wearing nothing at all.  Perhaps it wasn't quite a rabbit, more of a rabbity-thing?  He couldn't even tell what gender it was until it spoke to him.

Max: “Heya!  How's your morning, big guy?”
It was now when the bull decided to act tough, ending his tired slouch by standing up straight with his chest out, and giving the lagomorph a mean frown.
Max: “So uh, this is 1419 Block C, right?  I, uh, got a package for the uh, current owners.”
“Beat it, bunny!  Ain't nobody owns this place, so it's off limits, capisce?”
Max: “That is the worst New Yorker accent I've ever heard.  They didn't hire you for your acting skills, I presume?”
The bull's chest deflated in defeat, rapidly dropping the accent. “Hey, all the cool guys have one!”

	Catching himself, the bull regained his composure, though perhaps only at 80% of the previous confidence.  “So whadya REALLY doing here, bunny?  You all alone?  You tryna get mugged?  'Cuz that's how people get mugged, y'know!” Max slowly raised his hands upwards, and feigned fear.
Max: “Oh nooooo!~  Don't take my designer Gucci sneakers!” Max lifted up one of his feet, wiggling his toes to punctuate how he was barefoot.  “Or my wallet, which I keep in my rear pocket!~” Max turned and spanked his bare ass once.
“Wise guy, eh?  Listen, my 'associates' are busy inside, but da two of us have got more than enough to tear you a new one, or two!”
Max: “Two of you?  I dunno about that.”
“Youse just came from that alley there, right?”
Max: “Hmmm... I THINK I might know who you're talking about.  Was he, like, your height?”
“Yeah.”
Max: “A bulldog?”
“Yeah.”
Max: “Wearing a red shirt and spiky collar?”
“Yeah.”
Max: “Does his cum taste like grape?”

	The bull quickly blushed, composure lowering to more like 60% now. “Huh?  So... I get it now.  You got past him with a 'favor', huh?” Max answered with a sly aside glance through half-lidded eyes, licking his lips but saying nothing.  The bull continued with a more casual tone.  “Well, I think he tastes more like apple, for one.  And for two, when you're blowing him, you gotta say 'no homo', right?  He's real sensitive about that kinda thing.” Max nodded, also with friendly expression.
Max: “Got it!  I take you guys are all 'homie-sexual' then?”
“We prefer the term 'bros before hoes', frankly.”  The bull glanced both ways, then waves his hands in an expression of denial.  “Wait, I know what you're thinkin'!  I ain't gonna let ya past just for a fuck!  I mean uh,... with da attitude ya gave me, and your trespassin', I could cut youse a deal.  Me and my friend spit-roast ya, then we let ya leave unharmed and act like youse were never here!  Sound good, bunny?”
Max: “Oooo...” Max sharply inhaled through his teeth, eyes rolled.  “I think it's too late for that.  How about I just take care of you alone?”
“He's that spent, huh?  Damn, you'd better be good!  Though uh... no offense, bunny, but your mouth looks like... it'd be like stickin' my dick in a garbage disposal!  Those teeth look like they hurt!”
Max: “Guess what?” He gave a menacing glare, baring his fangs in a smile as wide as possible and deepening his voice.  “They DO!!~”
“...Handy?”
Max: “Actually, nevermind, he's right over there!”

	The small rabbity-thing pointed his finger, and the bull turned towards that direction.  Nobody was there.  A loud stepping noise came from where the lagomorph was standing, but by the time the guard looked back, he was already gone!  He looked both ways, back towards the alley, behind himself again, it was no use, he couldn't tell where Max had gone.
Max: “CANNONBAAAAAAALL!!”
The bull looked up at the sudden call, to see the white lagomorph falling towards him in a curled up position, ass-first.  The last thing that the guard saw was a pink pucker appearing on the little guy's rump, which suddenly yawned open in a wide ring shape!  Max's bottom looked like a bottomless blackness, a blackness which quickly consumed the bull's full range of vision.  His panicked cry was muffled by flesh.  Where Max landed, his anus was firmly around his prey's waistline, and his belly was tightly stretched over it's upper half!

	Max lidded his eyes and licked his lips, idly rubbing his hands over the massive half-eaten meal that he had instantly anal-vored.  Its struggles were quite futile, and its voice was eerily quiet under the bunny's tight skin.  Max quietly enjoyed the quiet sounds which only he could hear.  Sounds which soon grew quieter and quieter.  The highly detailed bulge made by the form of the bull's upper half was losing detail as well.  It got smoother, and then smaller.  The smiling lagomorph then shifted his weight forward to land on his feet, carrying the partially digested half in his rounded belly, and dragging the limp legs of his victim behind him.  Next, he started swallowing the legs, making quiet wet slurps with his pucker as the legs disappeared inside, after first taking in the bull's tented erection.  The bulge in his stomach did not expand to match the intake, and in fact continued to recede, his hyperactive metabolism digested just as fast as his ass ate.  After only a minute, Max's tummy was back to its previous size and shape, and his anus closed behind the bull's feet.  Lastly, his closed pink pucker vanished, sealing the exit but also reverting him back to his cartoonish null anatomy.

Max: “Mmmm, and that was the slow way!~  Gawd, you cuties are so easy to kill!~”
With both of the guards gone without a trace, Max examined the door, seeing that it was padlocked.  He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.
Max: “Now there's a typical adventure game puzzle.  Do I have to search that alley for enough rubbish to MacGyver together something that opens the lock?  How about just 'Use Crowbar on Door'?”  He thought about the so-called puzzle a bit longer.  “Sam usually does all the smart stuff, anyway.  Hmmm, that bull probably had a way in.  Shame that I 'shoot first, ask questions later'.  And by shoot, I mean 'swallow alive using every orifice on my body'!~  I guess I could just search the bodies.  Or what's left over.”
With that, he made a fist with his right hand, and slid it behind himself.  With a moist fleshy noise, he was now fisting his asshole which had suddenly reappeared!  He dug around inside of himself for about five seconds, before he pulled an item out.  It was a spiky dog collar.
Max: “Funny, I thought I oral-vored that guy?”
Max forcefully reinserted the collar to keep the evidence hidden, then dug around a bit longer until he pulled a key from his inventory.  Luckily, it fit the lock.
Max: “Cool, now I can quietly enter through the rear entrance.  Just like how that bull entered me!~  Hehe, oh crap, stealth mode!  No more monologuing, Sh-sh-shhhhh!”

	In one of the rear corners of the warehouse was a small separate room.  An office which had been converted into a makeshift bedroom.  Eight low portable cots were spread out in rows, and a pair of inflatable mattresses lay on the floor in front of them.  On the cot in the far corner of the dark room lay two well-built men, laying on their sides together.  A crocodile with his head towards the room's corner, and a shark pointed towards the opposite side.  With their eyes closed, they passionately 69'd with each other, filling the room with deepthroat noises while caressing their bro's muscular backside.   They were so engrossed with each other that either they didn't notice the door quietly open and close, or they didn't care, as there were still plenty of beds to go around.

	Max soon stood at the foot of the cot, looking down at the handsome thugs sucking each other's thick cock.  Even at his height, the cot was low enough to be level with the rabbity-thing's belly.  Max smiled lewdly and slowly reached down, until he... idly scratched at his belly-button (which yes, wasn't there before but suddenly appeared).  It appeared as if he was trying to dig out some lint, but in actuality, he used his finger to stretch his navel open!  He only need to hold it open long enough to slip the croc's feet inside, then his hands were free again.  Max gently walked forward, able to swallow the reptile's legs up to the knees before reaching the cot's frame.  Though the lagomorph's belly stretched wide, no bulge appeared deeper in his body.  What he navel-vored simply disappeared!

	The shark still didn't notice what was happening, and the crocodile didn't seem to mind.  If anything, he was enjoying it!  Their head-bobs sped up as Max started climbing onto the foot of the bed in order to slide his belly over more of his prey.  By the time he swallowed the croc's thighs, the two were sharing gagged moans of pleasure.  Max's belly then bumped into the top of the shark's head, but that didn't stop anyone.  The lagomorph's tummy expanded, so that a white sphere was protruding from his abdomen, larger in diameter than his body was thick.  Max was on his hand and knees, and let his navel open wide enough to devour the shark's head, then he could continue eating just by crawling forward over his belly as it erased them!

	By the time shark's shoulders were navel-vored alongside the croc's ass, and his head bumped into the inner orifice on the other side of Max's external belly dome, the two gave a hard final thrust together, and twitched in pleasure.  Max smiled warmly seeing the crocodile drink down his bro's huge load.  Then, he decide to break the silence.
Max: “Mmmm, delicious...~”
Once the shark finished cumming, the croc let the softening dick free to rest on his cheek, dribbling some extra seed while he looked up at the rabbity-thing eating them.
“Fuck, that was amazing!~  How'd you know we were vore-whores?”
Max: “I didn't!  I guess I just got lucky, finding such sweet navel-food!~” He continued crawling, passing the reptile's navel with his own.  The crocodile peeked down, confused.
“Navel?  Never seen that type before.  With your crotch there, I thought you were cock-voring us!”
Max: “Baited you, huh?  I'm saving my strongest vore-type for last!~” His navel was up to the pecs now, and the shark's navel.
“Mmmm, gotta try this more, it feels sooooo gooood...”
Max: “Thanks, sweetie!~  I'm so glad I learned pleasurable digestion now!  I don't do it 'cuz I'm nice to my victims or anything, I just have a kink for seeing them cum as they die in me!~”  His navel reached the croc's shoulders and the shark's hips.  The shark who should now retroactively be recognized as a corpse the whole time they were speaking!  The croc was confused, yet still blissful, unable to resist the pleasure forced into his body by having his lower half instantly digested.

“Die?!  It's not... some endo play?” With most of his prey erased, Max could more easily carry what was left.  The lagomorph turned to lay his back on the cot, cushioned beneath his ravenous belly-sphere.  He could rub his tummy with his hands and feet together now, watching the last of his double-meal slowly sink down inside.
Max: “Mmmm, yeah, it's fatal vore.  But just because I'm here to murder your whole gang doesn't mean we can't enjoy your last moments, sweetie!~  Oh, I never really introduced myself.  Max, Freelance Police!”
“...Bruce.  Mmph...” He had sunk down to his neck, eyes closed, looking tired.
Max: “So, before you go off yiffing in Hell with your shark friend, could I ask you a few things?  If you told me how you guys got into that museum, then I'll give you the best gurgle yet!~  That's how I give favors now, I'm basically raping you with my digestive system!~”
Bruce: “We didn't... we just... received, and... sell...”
Max: “Cool!  So, who's your dealer, and your buyer?”
Bruce's eyes rolled upward in his head, and his tongue hung free.  With many of the vitals in his torso digested, it was too late for him.  Max gave his belly a kiss, unable to reach the crocodile's head with his own.  Then he grabbed the shark's legs with one hand, Bruce's head with the other, then sharply shoved them into his navel as his external belly bulge rapidly shrank.
Max: “See you in Hell, sweetie!~”

***

	Bruce suddenly felt more awake.  The crocodile was still nude, but floating in some black space.  Then suddenly, something huge appeared in front of him in a fiery explosion!  Looking from bottom to top, it had goat's hooves for feet, red skin, a tight black speedo barely containing a hyper bulge, amazing abs, smooth chest hair, and huge horns out the sides of its head.  Bruce was in awe at the peak bara form!
Satan: “Welcome to Hell, Bruce!  Oh, you've done sooooo much sinning, haven't you?~”
Bruce: “Woah, this doesn't seem so bad!~”
Satan: “I think you know who I am, but I imagine you'd like to know me a bit closer, hmmm?~”  The croc showed an excited toothy grin, nodding rapidly.
Satan: “Promise me you won't cum until you make me cum, and it's a deal!~”
Bruce: “Oh my God, yes!!”  Then suddenly, anticlimatically, the devil's attitude switched from flirtatious to boring business.
Satan: “Take a number.”

	The arch-demon was instantly gone, and Bruce was no longer in a blank space.  He found himself in some boring office building, facing a ticket dispenser.  A bit worried, the croc did as ordered, grabbing the small paper and pulling it out.  But it just kept coming!  The number was enormous!
Bruce: “NOOOOOOO”  “SHHHH, shhh!!” He was interrupted by someone shushing him for his loud outburst.  Bruce saw that it was a small blue demon sitting at a computer desk, wearing comically thick square glasses, a white polo shirt with red necktie, and black shorts.  On closer inspection, the demon wasn't seated on a chair, but in fact on a pair of meter-diameter testicles snugly inside its shorts!  It was an arousing sight, which then made the croc aware of his curse.  While still nude, he saw his own balls grow, but then they turned a cartoonish shade of deep blue!  He worriedly looked over his basketball-sized nuts, then to the comically long number he was holding, then to the small (by height at least) demonic clerk.
Bruce: “Am I seriously going to be blue-balled for all eternity?!”  The imp answered with a nasally nerdy voice.
“Nyuh, that's not what your punishment says.  No contracts are eternal anymore.  Please refer to the end of your receipt for progress updates.”

	Bruce examined the long strip of paper more closely.  The number only really took up one-third of the length, the rest of it was illegible small print.  At the very end of it, though, was some text that was changing every second.  Currently, it read '999 years, 364 days, 23 hours, 58 minutes, 22 seconds'.  Then '21 seconds', '20 seconds', right before his eyes.
Bruce: “That's one thousand years!”
“Nyuh, please keep your voice down.  Your curse was simply denial of ejaculation.  You're free to enjoy your stay as you please until the condition expires and you'll be due for your next punishment appointment.”  His demeanor briefly changed to fake enthusiasm.  “Welcome to Hell!~”  Then he immediately switched back to typing on his computer.
Bruce: “Hmmm, one more thing.  Wasn't this joke stolen from the movie 'Beetlejuice'?”
“Nyuh, don't worry about that.  We have lawyers.”

	Bruce realized that it wasn't painful, it felt like ordinary arousal.  But that might change over the course of a millennium.  The crocodile's attention was then brought to movement in his peripheral vision.  It was three of his homies, seated in a row along the wall, the shark waving at him!  As Bruce approached them, he saw that they were all nude too, but not cursed with blue-balls like himself.  He addressed the shark.
Bruce: “Bruno!  How long have you guys been here?”
Bruno: “Well I just got here.  These two were on watch duty, and died, like what, 10 minutes ago?”
The bull nodded: “Yeah.  That little bunny can stretch!”  Bruno the shark scoffed smugly, but the croc understood perfectly.
Bruce: “Ah, so that white bunny ate all of us.  His name was Max, and he's Freelance Police.”
Bruno: “A bunny was my final pred?  Damn, I thought I was gonna be your cockfood!~  If I didn't take you first, leatherface!~”  Sitting next to each other, the two leaned and tilted their heads for a passionate kiss, clearly loving the vore talk.  The bull, happy to see his homies happy, turned and smiled to the bulldog.  The dog frowned and shook his had, making the bull dejected.
Bruce: “Mmph, be careful with that dirty talk, Jaws!  I can't cum for a thousand years!  That's what the paper says.”
Bruno: “Ooh, that sucks.  Well, I wouldn't be able to suck your delicious length anyway, and if we get to full voreplay, you gotta take me.  My curse is I can't put any part of anyone into me!  Which is kinda fine since I'm usually top, but I can't be pred for 1000 years.  ...Heh, coming from a shark, I must say, that's a gorgeous shade of blue, though!~”
Bruce mumbled under his breath: “So that's why I couldn't get my tongue in...”  The two gently smiled, holding hands over the armrest between them, before turning towards the other two.

Bruno: “Okay, so like, I don't remember you guys at all, sorry.  But we're gonna be here a while, so...”
The bull perked up, and answered.  “Oh yeah!  I'm Bobby, and this is Butch!  And um... my punishment is... probably the opposite of the shark's.  I can't put any part of myself into anyone else!  ...Being bottom is, okay I guess...”  He blushed, clearly understating it.  “But damnit, getting eaten by that bunny's ass was the hottest thing that ever happened to me!~  I wanna try this 'vore' stuff out, but I can't be prey for 1000 years!”
Bruno: “Damn, and you would've made such a big meal, too!~”  Bobby kept blushing, and wiggling his floppy ears.
Bobby: “Oooh, I wanna try that so bad!  But this way, I'd have to be... y'know, the other position?”
Bruce: “That's called the 'predator', or 'pred' for short.  Don't worry, I can train you!”  Bobby the bull nodded, still shy in his demeanor.  After 5 seconds of silence, Butch the bulldog angrily slapped the armrests of his seat.
Butch: “I'm here too, y'know!  Also, what the Hell happened to your accent?”
Bobby: “Well... fuhgeddaboudit!”  The four chuckled together.
Butch: “Nobody asked, but for my punishment, they made me straight!  ...I mean, I was already straight, but now I can't say that magic phrase that makes it okay to fuck dudes!”
Bobby: “You mean 'no homo'?”
Butch: “Yeah, and it doesn't count when others say it, either!  So I guess my curse is like the croc's, 'cuz I haven't seen a single lady down here, just f-f-f... flaming f-f-fun-guys like you.  What the...?”

“Nyuh, as an additional clause, you are also banned from saying any more homophobic epithets.”  The four turned forward to the nerdy demon clerk.  The shark decided to include it in their group discussion.
Bruno: “So, what're you in here for, little guy?”
“Nyuh, I was born here.  I work here.”
Bruno: “What's your name?”
“Nnn, I am the 23,894th son of demon-lord Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.  Everyone calls me... Bub.”
Bruno: “So you're kinda stuck here with us, Bub?”
Bub: “Nyuh, I believe I've already explained this.  None of you are confined to the waiting room.  There are all sorts of terrible things to suffer outside!  Nnn, The Lake of Fire is quite therapeutic this time of year!~  Nyuh, less so for mortals, but you can get used to it.”
Bruce: “Actually, if our gang members end up here, and Max is easily killing all of us, then how about we wait here until the gang's all here?”
Bobby: “Ooh, sure, we could try that.”
The small blue demon was lightening up his attitude.
Bub: “I have an idea!  Nnn, how would you mortals like to watch what your murderer is doing right now?”  Three of them happily chimed in and agreed, the exception was Butch.

	Bub pressed some extra buttons beside his computer, then a large projector screen started lowering from the ceiling.
Bub: “Nnn, this service is usually requested by vengeful dead wanting to track those who've wronged them.  It's unusual for groups to use it as confirmation that they were outclassed and couldn't have saved themselves, or to anticipate when their allies will pass away!”
With the screen only half deployed, as if on cue, two tall men suddenly appeared to the side, by the ticket dispenser!  A tiger and jaguar.
Bruce: “Woah, no spoilers!  I wanna go back and see how these guys got eaten!”
Bobby: “Shouldn't we go back to the beginning?  To when Max met Butch?”
Butch: “Can we fucking not?!”
Bruce: “I want to start at the moment I died.  Later, we can watch from the beginning once everyone's here.  Does that sound good?”
The four mostly agreed by the time the screen was in place, to Bub's side opposite of the tickets and new arrivals.  The lights around them dimmed as the large cats argued to each other about their punishments and millennium-long wait.  Then, the show started, with Max lying on the cot, rubbing over his round tummy as it flattened into himself.
Bruno: “So wait, didn't he cock-vore us?”
Bruce: “Heh, I thought that too, but it was actually navel-vore!”
Bruno: “The fuck?  Really?”
Max: “Hehe, I thought Bruce was gonna be the shark's name, not the gator's!”
Bruno: “Hey, fuck you, guy!  Not every shark is named Bruce!  God, I hate 'Finding Nemo'.”
The two sitting next to Bruno shushed him as the tiger and jaguar walked around to see the screen, and new footage played.  A third new arrival just appeared, but the four seated tried to ignore it, focused on the show.
Bruno quickly muttered: “He's got cool teeth, though.”

***

	Max turned and hopped off of the cot, walking gingerly back to the door.  As he reached up to the doorknob, he paused, and swiveled his tall ears around.  He heard footsteps approaching, and voices!  He quickly looked around the makeshift bedroom, then up to notice the incomplete ceiling with visible girders.  Max soon disappeared into the room's darkness, then 10 seconds later, two forms shadowed the clouded glass on the door.  The door opened, then a tiger and jaguar stepped inside.
“$50 if I make you cum first.”
“What if we cum at the same time?”
“Then we have a sudden-death round!”
The two shared a laugh, before being suddenly muffled!

	Something fleshy had clamped over each of their heads.  Two thick, muscular, pink tubes hung from the ceiling girders, and stretched their tips open to swallow the tall cats.  A pair of small white bunny feet dangled from the girders too, paws exposed towards the still open door.  The cats reached up in an attempt to pry the wormy things off of their heads, but this just made their arms get swallowed alongside their shoulders.  The two were soon lifted off of the ground as their upper halves were devoured, legs kicking futilely in the air, but tented shorts betraying how enjoyable their imminent dooms were!

“What... the... fuck?!”
Max's eyes widened, then he looked downwards in a panic to see a short otter guy had just walked through the open door!  Luckily, the otter was staring at the strange vore scene, approaching slowly.  Max then hopped down and shut the door behind them.  The two prey fell unto their sides, and the scared otter slowly turned, watching the thick flesh lead past his left and right, trailing back towards the door.  The light from the window lit up the lagomorph's straight ears and scalp, put a faint glint in his eyes and teeth, and highlighted the thick lengths ending on his chest.  Max was eating with his hyper prehensile nipples!

Max: “Well, you're pretty light-footed.  If I knew I had to eat three guys, I probably would've used something else!”
The otter's eyes followed the massive nipples again, to the ends in time to watch two pairs of feet getting swallowed by the tips.  Then, with victims completely encased in flesh, the rabbity-thing's nipples stopped swallowing and instead shortened, dragging the prey bulges back towards their pred's chest.  The otter's eyes were wide open, but he didn't say anything.
Max: “Gonna keep quiet for me?  Good boy!~”  Max stepped forward, reeling more nipple length back into his flat pecs as he walked.  He was soon face-to-face with the otter, keeping his mischievous smile, idly rubbing his hands over the tops of the ravenous hyper nips.  “Max, Freelance Police.  What brings you here, sweetie?~”
“Billy.  I just wanted to watch.  Mmph, love everyone's muscles so much...”  The prey bulges were soon pulled up against Max's chest, and Billy the otter could feel himself sandwiched by bulging nipples from both sides.
Max: “Yeah, I love bara guys, too.  Such filling meals!~”  Once the heads of the prey started feeding into the lagomorph's chest, the bulges quivered and shook with orgasmic joy!  Max seductively licked his lips and rubbed the prey bulges as they disappeared into his flat pecs.

	Billy's eyes seemed to widen even more as he felt the bodies of the cat-men disappear, but more amazingly, Max's chest began to grow!  The rabbity-thing's pecs expanded as they devoured the men just slain by his nipples, giving the normally smooth and toony lagomorph a rack of chest muscles!  Max then moved his hands back to rub his chest-stomachs, instantly digesting his meals into muscles as the otter was smitten by the sight.  Once the two were fully nipple-vored, the nipples themselves disappeared, making it look less like Max had massive moobs, but instead a pair of firm, smooth, meaty, hyper pecs, each bigger than his own body, reaching as low as his belly, combined wideness as much as his height, and above his ears!  Max could barely see the lusting otter between the valley of his cleavage, as they were both still the same height.

Max: “Delicious!~  So Billy, be a good boy, and tell me what you know about your gang's heists.  If you play nice, I promise I'll kill you with these perfect pecs!~”
Billy's face showed a powerful determination.  Then, without warning, the otter dove headfirst into the lagomorph's pec cleavage!
Max: “MMPH!!  Well, I guess suicide works too.  Damn, I really should stop threatening you guys with a good time!~”

***

Bruno: “Aw, you'd rather die than snitch on us?”
Billy: “Actually, I had no idea what he said there.  I was just completely charmed by his pecs!  Mmph!~”  Bruno came inside of Billy's ass, inflating the small otter on the shark's lap with semen while they continued watching the pec-vore scene.

***

	Max folded his arms behind his head, then started flexing his powerful pecs.  Only the otter's feet and tail were visible from between the massive mounds, but these too disappeared with an audible CLAP of the chest muscles!  Max's chest contracted in rhythm, quietly chewing away the otter's body, before the rabbity-thing gave a devious grin, then spread his pecs with his arms to reveal nothing left in his cleavage!
Max: “Well, Billy, it was a small snack, but two-and-a-half chest-meals is more than I usually get!~”
With his meal complete, he rubbed over his giant pec muscles, feeling them shrink back into his chest, until his body was flat and toony again.  Max stepped out of the door, back into the wide open warehouse.
Max mumbled to himself: “Okaaaaay, I'm out of leads.  I should probably do some actual research.”
With his hands in a wide goofy stance, the lagomorph slowly tiptoed and looked around.

***

Bruce: “Can't we skip to the next vore scene?”
Bub: “Nnn, let me track forward.”  Meanwhile, the tiger and leopard were sitting side-by-side, and just came together, having been mutually jerking each other off.
“A tie?  Fuck you, dude!”
“Of course it's tie, that's the curse!”
Bobby: “You have to cum together?” Meanwhile, the bull was rubbing his hand over the back of the cum-bloated otter's head, who was orally exploring the bull's chest and nipples.
“Yeah, and we're the only ones who can get the other off!”
Bobby: “That doesn't sound so bad, kinda cute actually!~”
“But we fucking hate each other!”  They snarled, then locked lips in a deep passionate kiss, no doubt continuing to hate-fuck for another millennium.
Bobby: “What about you, Billy?  What was your punishment?”
Billy: slurp “You guys are getting punishments?”
Bub: “Nnn, we're caught up, it's live now!”
Bruce: “What does that mean?”
Bub: “This is what's happening now.  We can't go to the future, you'll have to just wait.”

***

	Max sorted through files in cabinets with a bored look on his face.  This room was full of cabinets, desks, and a few side-rooms, but Max only really cared about things that happened in the last month or two.  He had already found some information about the stolen artifacts, so at least he understood their value.  The lagomorph moved on to one of the side-rooms, looking inside of some cardboard boxes, disappointed to find mostly office supplies.  But then, he heard an office door open!  Max quietly turned off the light in his side-room, then turned away from the open door with another wicked grin.

	A rhino and elephant entered the office, both rather chubby.  They both opened some cabinets and drawers, clearly knowing what they were looking for, not wasting our time with any exposition.  The elephant sealed some envelopes, while the rhino sorted some printouts.  He couldn't quite find a stapler, so with a handful of loose paper, the rhino walked into the dark supply closet.  There was a quiet wet squelch sound, but the elephant didn't notice.

	Max licked his lips in silence.  His anus was stretched to fill the entire doorway, from bottom to top!  A tall and thick flesh ring protruded from his body, attached to his rear end, but reaching much wider and taller than the small rabbity-thing!  The rhino had stepped into the massive gaping pucker without looking, and was instantly anal-vored!  Moments later, Max's left ass-cheek grew to a size larger than his own head.  The rhino's face silently pressed out of the assflesh, even though the huge rhino clearly couldn't fit inside the lagomorph's ass alone.  Even though the prey had no idea what just happened, it still showed signs of pleasurable digestion.

	Hearing the other man enter the side-room next door, Max started walking backwards, leading the way with his hyper anus, carrying it like it weighed nothing and maintaining its unnaturally tall shape.  Max wasted no time with blocking that room's exit with his giant pucker, squeezing his thick ring through the doorway.
“Did you want a bagel, Blake?”
Max: “I prefer donuts, myself!~”
The elephant looked up from the microwave, but had no idea what he was looking at.
Max: “Okay, so like... I can't see what you're doing in there.  You're trapped in there, and I'm not really in a hurry, so... I guess I can just wait here, until you get bored and climb in!~”
Max simply stood there triumphantly, effortlessly plugging the doorway with his hyper pucker, but having difficulty sensing what might be happening in what must be the break-room.  Then he heard a beep.  But it wasn't the microwave, it was a cellphone!  So much for the 'not in a hurry' attitude.

	Without needing to enter the room further, the lagomorph attacked with his massive anus!  It seems to suddenly grow longer away from his body, becoming a long pink tube which chomped right onto the elephant inside!  The cellphone was dropped, and the elephant's hands quickly sank into the pucker at the tip of Max's external butt-flesh.  With his prey swallowed into his distant anus, Max slowly reduced the external length, drawing the squirming prey bulge back towards his hind end.  It reduced in diameter too, so it could more neatly be tucked away back into the rabbity-thing's ass.  The elephant briefly made a tight bulge perpendicular to the pred, before it slid past the other bulge in Max's singular larger buttock, disappeared into his body, then reappeared as just a face bulge on his right butt-cheek which now matched in size.

	Max happily watched the two men digesting inside of his hyper ass.
Max: “Calm down, guys.  It wasn't prolapse, I just grew my anus bigger, longways.  Y'know, like that nipple-vore scene before?  Heh, not that I wouldn't do it that way, but I'm trying to watch the tags on this story.  It's weird enough as it is!~”
Max's huge hips jiggled as he walked, and he could hear quiet muffled moans from within his pair of butt-stomachs behind himself.  He tried to look for whatever files these two were organizing before being eaten alive.  Unfortunately, they didn't seem relevant to the current case.  Max simply shrugged.
Max: “Oh well, I was just happy to use anal-vore more than once!~  As one of my stronger styles, I need to practice it more!~”
The two prey didn't react any differently, only able to twist around inside the lagomorph's seemingly bottomless bottom.
Max: “Fat lot of good you guys were.” he stated sarcastically.
With that, his ass gurgled, and his buttocks flattened away instantly, marking the end for those two in more ways than one.  He then turned off the lights and exited the office, back to the second floor of the warehouse.  He did have a decent view from here.
Max: “Hold up, is that a shower?  Mmmm, I know I already cleared out a bunk-room, but I'm hungry for some more gratuitous gay sex scenes!~”

	Meanwhile, in the showers, there was a black-furred bunny, who was Max's height, but looked more like an actual rabbit-person, complete with large buckteeth incisors.  He was nude, and cowering against the wall in the shadows of much larger men surrounding him.  Four horses stood in a semi-circle blocking the bunny's path, all in Palomino fur-color, but the bunny could hardly see them.  His view was almost completely obstructed by four massive hyper equine cocks!  Their testicles hung below their knees, and their erections held straight upwards flared their glans right above their own heads, their shafts measuring at 4 feet long, 1 foot thick!  They continued stroking in front of the scared little bunny, who pleaded for mercy.
“G-Guys!  Seriously.  Those'll never fit!  Just one of you would kill me!”
“Mmmm, that sounds like more of a 'you' problem!~” “You wouldn't be the first or last cutey I've killed with my cock!~” “Gawd, I love fucking guys to death with my brothers!~” “Hmmm, we could destroy your mouth and ass together, or...”
One of the middle horses bent over to grab the terrified rabbit and lifted him up.  Then he stepped back, held the black bunny against his erection, and soon enough the bunny was pinned between four hard equine penises mashing together!  The poor bunny could barely breath.
“Unffffff, gck!  K't br'ff!  Mmph!”
“Mmmm, this will only end one of two ways, cutey!” “Either A: You survive our awesome dicks until we shower you with cum.” “Meaning you pass and can join.  Or B:” “We frot until there's nothing left of you, just my siblings and me!~”  And just to clarify, that isn't some gangster 'bro' slang, the four horses were explicitly incestuous.

Max: “Y'know, if he doesn't want to play, I'd love a turn!”
The horses turned to see the white rabbity-thing watching them, then stepped back at the same time, dropping the black bunny to the floor.
“Oooh, another new guy.  Is he a friend of yours?”  The black bunny was too breathless to react.
Max: “Never met, sorry.  Mmmm, I do love me some massive horse-cock!~  So delicious!~”
The horse brothers smiled and gathered around the seemingly overconfident lagomorph.  “So, do you think you're twice as talented as the other bunny?” “We can make it double-or-nothing.” “If you live, you both can join.” “If we fuck you to death, then he won't even get another chance, we're straight up cock-murdering him!~”  Max saw that the black bunny was visibly distraught, but he just shrugged.
Max: “Sure, I guess so.  I mean, it didn't look like he stood a chance anyway!  No offense, buddy.”  The brothers shared a naughty chuckle and finished surrounding the white rabbity-thing, but then he held up a hand in protest.
Max: “Uh, just one condition, though.  May I please choose the holes?”
“Hehe, sure, but only if you can take all four at once!~”
Max: “Sweet!  Been awhile since I've had these filled!~  Alrighty, you two, you get my left ear, and you two get my right.”
The horses froze where they stood.  They were confused more than anything else.
Max: “UUUGH!!  Don't get me all hyped up for nothing!  Skull-fuck me, you stupid ponies!”

	One of the horses on his left reluctantly pointed his erection forward, and guided it towards Max's cheek.  The glans rubbed upwards until the tip brushed against the ear hole.  Then, he slowly pushed forward.  “Oh!  Oooooooh!~  Mmmm...”  Seeing how one of the brothers was already one foot deep and enjoying it, a horse on the right penetrated Max's opposite ear hole just as easily.  The lagomorph's facial expression oddly didn't change, even though his ear holes were now stretched as wide as his oblong head was!  He beckoned with a finger.
Max: “No need to wait, just go in side-by-side!~”
With that, the remaining two horses approached his sides, each to side of their brother opposite of Max's face.  They brushed their erections alongside their siblings', pressed forward, then found that the rabbity-thing's ear canals stretched twice as wide just as easily!

	The four horses moaned together and pressed forward, gliding in foot after foot of hyper horse-cock until they were all hilted, hips against Max's head and practically circling it together!  The lagomorph gave a proud smile to the black bunny watching in shock, while showing no bulges anywhere in his body; the penises funneled into his ear canals, but seemed to just disappear inside!
“MMMM, Fuck!~” “Oh gawd, we're meeting in the middle!~  I can feel you all inside!~” “Mmph, this is my favorite kind of gang-rape; where I get to rub my cock against all of yours inside of our victim!~” “Fuck, where do you PUT all of that?!”
Max: “That's none of your goddamn business, sweetie!~  Now don't blow it too early.  Remember, you guys are trying to fuck my brains out!~”

	The brothers each pulled out a foot of cock length, then thrust together in unison, hitting Max's body with a loud SLAP as their eight hyper balls pounded into him!
Max: “OoOommph!!~  Yeah, I felt that one!~  Mmmm, that's probably your best chance at snuffing me!~  Batter me with your sacks, cuties!~”
With that encouragement, the four horses really starting fucking Max's ears!  Their shared moans filled the air, mixed with the running water of the showers and the SLAP of eight testicles striking together at a rate of once per second!  They each used one hand to grab onto the closest bunny-ear, and the other to hug around the brother opposite.  Their faces met in the middle, and their tongues wrestled in the air, not able to lock lips, but still showing their genuine passion for their four-way relationship.  Their dicks made somewhat of an 'X' shape each time they pulled back, somehow crossing inside of Max's extremely deep head.  Max in turn lidded his eyes, enjoying the rough love enough that now five of them were moaning!
Max: “MmMmph!~  Yes, like this!~  Snuff me with your wrecking balls!~  Unf, I... I wouldn't even be mad!  I'd love to end it like this!~  Mmmm!~  Take me, guys!~  Don't give up, horsies, I believe in you!~”  The black bunny meanwhile was perturbed, thinking that the white rabbity-thing had it under control before, but now it looked like either side could win.

	Max rubbed his hands down the seam between the ball-sacks on either side, feeling the massive killer testicles heave and throb.  Soon, the brothers above broke their tongue-kisses, threw their heads back in an equine whinny, and slammed deeply against Max's skull!  He could feel the ring of balls around him tense and pull in, and their taints inflated with cum.  The brothers each pumped gallons of semen down Max's ear canals, which naturally disappeared without a trace.  Though not visible, Max shared an orgasm with the horses, just not ejaculating as his genitals were still put away.  He reached his hands up to rub the hips of the horses, coaxing them to fill him more, but also as a signal that he was still conscious.  After a full minute of jizzing deep inside the lagomorph's skull, the four pulled out by one foot, but Max's ear holes squeezed tight to stop them from pulling all the way out.  The black bunny watching was happy to see Max revealed, who was licking his lips and gave a playful wink.

Max: “Mmmm, that was pretty amazing, guys!  But unfortunately for you, it looks like I won!”
“Aw, fuck yeah!  I'm gonna love having you around!~” “I wish all bunnies could take an ear-fuck like you!~” “I don't care which job you want, but you'd make a killing as a man-whore!~” “Did you have a new name in mind?  Benny isn't taken, but you could try something cute, like Beaux!~”
Max: “That's real nice and all, but I can't take your offer guys.  Besides, I heard multiple times when you confessed to rape and/or murder, so I'll be more than proud to take you punks down!~”
Before anyone could react, Max's ears grew larger, while still holding their cocks in his ear canals!  They quickly grew as wide as his own body, and much much longer!  They became prehensile, and wrapped around the torsos of the pair on each side before they realized something weird was happening.
“Wait, what?” “Dude, you could give ear-jobs with these things!~” “Dude, I just nutted, some other time?” “Damn, these are tight...”  Max continued wrapping more ear coils around the upper halves of the horses, pinning their arms to the sides.
Max: “You lucky bastards are gonna get one of my rarer vore styles!~  And don't act you don't know the 'V word', your dicks taste like you CV all the time!”
Before they could react again, their upper bodies were completely wrapped from waist to head, muffling their speech and looking like mummy wrap!  Max was able to lift them off of the ground with his ears alone.

	Max starting eating the horses by pulling their dicks back into his ear holes, then stretched even wider to swallow their balls!  His prey struggled and writhed hopelessly, but couldn't help enjoying it too, maintaining their erections deep inside Max's skull.  The stretched holes went vertically this time, traveling up his ear length so it could take in the horses' penises, testicles, and folded knees at once.  Even with the ear holes stretching out away from his head onto his bunny ears, prey still disappeared into nothing as they were ear-vored!  Max easily gulped in all of their lower halves, so that only the parts cocooned in prehensile ears remained.  These too were swallowed, even taking his own ear length into his bottomless ear canals.  As his meals got thinner, they were eaten faster, until the wrapped horses' heads vanished, and Max's stretched holes could finally relax back to their old size.  His ears reverted in size inside of the impossible space, until his ear tips sprung free and pointed straight up, back to their old shape and size, leaving no trace of the four horsemen that he had just ate!

	Max saw that the black rabbit was terrified, but he nonchalantly approached anyway.
Max: “You okay, buddy?  They won't be bothering you anymore!~”  He extended a hand, but timid bunny refused the gesture.
“Jesus...”
Max: “Oh, I don't think I really introduced myself.  Max, Freelance Police!  I'm here to take down the Calzzonni gang for all of that cool stuff they stole!  Or got stolen by other guys, but they're flipping.  Or laundering the funds for, or... something else boring.  Mostly I'm just killing them, though!~”
The black bunny stood, but still kept his distance.  “I'm Dale.  Thanks for rescuing me, sir.”
Max: “Ah, you aren't part of their gang.  I can tell because you don't have a 5-letter name starting with a B!  Though uh...”  He gave Dale a menacing glare.  “It sounds like you wanted to join?”
Dale: “Woah, hey!  Hehe, I dunno what those horse guys were talking about!  I mean, I'm pretty sure they just wanted to rape me to death, and offered me an impossible prize.  And uh, even if I were interested, I sure as Hell am... would have second thoughts now, and I'd want the fuck out!  You think I'd just suddenly become loyal to the Calzzonnis after almost getting pancaked by giant horse dicks, then about to get eaten by a killer rabbit cop?!”
Max: “Actually, I'm not really a rabbit.  Well, I'm part rabbit, at least.  I mean, I can say bunny words without being racist!”
Dale: “Like what?”
Max: “Well, I think you're a really cute bunny!~”  He winked, and Dale blushed somewhat.
Dale: “...Oh, that's a Zootopia reference, huh?”
Max: “Ooh, you're cultured, too!  We could watch movies sometime!  Aw, shame I gotta eat ya now!”
Dale: “What?!  I said I'm not in the gang!  I want no part of it!”
Max: “Yeah, that's the thing.  If you knew something useful, that'd help me a lot.  But you're just an outsider.  Don't really need ya, and like, I'm not here to rescue hostages or anything, so...”
Dale: “Actually, I know...!”  Max was giving an evil glare again.
Max: “Dude, spit it out, already.”
Dale: “I... aaah, what did you want from me?!  You'll just kill me after I talk!”

	Max sighed, then approached and laid his hand on Dale's shoulder, making him wince.
Max: “Ugh, this is a waste of time.  Look, I'm not gonna hurt you.  And also, I make people feel good when they're inside of me!  It'd sure hate to see what they do to snitches, so...”
The white rabbity-thing looked both ways, seeing the shower room still empty, then whispered something to the black rabbit, which seemed to calm him down.
Dale: “Oh!  Well, when you put it that way, hehe...”
Max: “You might not get another chance later, sweetie!~  I think you'll loooove taking a dive into me!~”
Dale: “No other way, huh?  Hmmm... I've seen some 'vore' stuff before, still kinda scary, though.”
Max: “Oh, just think of it like a full body blowjob!~  One where I don't even need to use my mouth!~”
Dale: “No kidding, you just ate four guys at once with only your ears now!”
Max stepped back, then struck a heroic pose.  “Are you kidding?  I can vore with ANYTHING!!  Name any body part, cutey, I promise, I WILL eat you with it!~”
Dale blushed again, stunned.  “Seriously?!”
Max flashed his menacing teeth again with squinted eyes. “Try me!~”

	The black bunny scanned the white lagomorph from top to bottom, shuddering at Max's otherwise innocuous ears.  He looked at the features of the face, then his featureless torso, down his legs, then back up to the face again.  Max's pointy teeth were not very welcoming.  He saw the little nose wiggle, but perished the thought.  He thought rather intensely, just seeming to glare at Max's cheeks.
Max: “Actually, I'm gonna pause you right there.  I know I dared you to be creative and everything, but I have a word of advice.”  His voice deepened with menace.  “Don't ask questions you aren't ready to know the answers too!”  He quickly reverted to jovial again.  “By that I mean, only pick something you'd actually want to try!  You were just starting at my skin, now.  Are you thinking about pore-vore?  I don't think you ACTUALLY want to get pore-vored!  That's basically zit-vore!  You'd get sucked into a tiny patch of skin, then you'd be swimming around in my pu-...”
Dale: “OKAY, shut up!!  Ew!  Sorry for doubting you!  Um...”  He went back to looking, drawn lower this time.  He scanned Max's shoulders for a bit, then under the arms.  Could be gross, but they were in a shower, could easily freshen up first.  Dale looked to Max's tummy, disappointed that there was no navel, unaware of Max's whole 'suddenly having parts when he wants to vore with them' thing, so that was a missed opportunity.  Not that we mind, we already got a navel-vore scene.  Seeing where Dale was looking, Max decided to turn his hips to reveal his rear.  He even wiggled his little tail.
Max: “That one makes more sense if you've seen the Fox Kids cartoon from the 90's!~”
Dale ignored it, then looked back to the ground again.  Then he made a decision.

Dale: “Feet?”
Max: “Feet?”
Dale: “Sure!  Is that... too weird?”
Max now had an extra friendly and playful demeanor.  “Of course not!  I'd love to!  Great choice, I think you'll love getting paw-vored!~”  He smiled, stepped back, sat on the floor, then presented the bottom of his right foot, showing off his un-rabbity foot-paws.  “Okay, hop in!~”
Dale blushed and slowly approached, but got confused.  “Uh, where do I go in, though?  There's no hole or anything.”
Max: “Ah, that's a cool vore trick.  Sometimes, you don't need an orifice into your body, just cleavage or a crevasse!  If a concave part of the body is just deep enough, prey can be absorbed right in!  And as you saw with my ears, I'm bigger on the inside!~”
Dale nodded and sat down in front of Max, but still couldn't figure out how to start.
Max: “Just climb between my toes, silly!~”
Dale extended his legs, then pressed the sole of his left foot against Max's right.  They wiggled their toes, and shared a playful giggle.
Dale: “Hehe, aw, this is kinda cute, actually!  Y'know, you're pretty cute for a man-eating rabbity-thing!~”
Max: “Full bunnies can be preds too, y'know!  It would've taken loads of practice, but you could've avoided this mess if you were able to ear-vore those horses by yourself!~”
Dale blushed again.  “Wuh...?  Why are you bringing that up?  I was just, uh...”
Max: “What I'm saying is, I like guys who are cute AND dangerous!~  Thanks for seeing both of my sides!~”

	During their toe-play, Dale pressed one of his toes right between two of Max's three toes, and sure enough, there was a wet slurp sound, and the tip of Dale's black foot disappeared between Max's spread white toes!  Dale giggled, then pressed his other foot against Max's other foot, easily slipping it into another toe-gap.  Max chuckled too, but then shook his head.
Max: “Teehee!~  That's pretty fun too, but in order to get completely swallowed in one piece, you gotta put both of your feet into one spot!  Sorry.”
Dale: “Huh?  ...Oh, yeah.  I'd get friggin' wish-boned once you reached my waist!  Hehe.”
Dale removed his right foot, which reappeared in full, before tucking it alongside his left foot, making Max's toe-gap spread twice as wide.  The white foot-paw grew disproportionately larger in order to properly funnel his friendly meal into the 'hammerspace' inside of his foot and leg!  Dale used his hands to vault himself closer and completely feed his own feet into Max's toes.  Then he could easily lower in his shins, then let himself get gulped down to the knees.  After this, the black bunny tried something brave.  With the ravenous foot-paw pointed upwards, Dale pushed his body up and tried standing while knee-deep in toes!  It seemed to work, he was completely off the ground, supported vertically!
Dale: “Woah, how does this work?”
Max: “Your guess is as good as mine.  But most likely, it's that my vore is just super over-powered and I can hold up your entire weight with just my foot as long as part of you's in me!~”

	Max playfully wiggled his toes again, but this time it was to work his toe-gap like a mouth, reaching his toes up to grab more of his prey, then pull more of the foot's meal deeper down its gullet!  Using just his foot and toes, and some gravity, Max swallowed up past Dale's thighs.  Then up his hips, until the black bunny's balls were pushed up.  Dale moaned, and reached down to grab his own erection, but Max interrupted.
Max: “Allow me, cutey!~”
With that, the white paw slurped over the scrotum and the base of the shaft.  Then, holding his prey in one spot, Max suckled over Dale with his toe-gap which felt like a maw!  The black bunny blushed, then grabbed Max's shoulders and pulled in for a kiss, as they were head-level now.  Their teeth comically clashed, but soon their tongues mingled, and Max swallowed Dale's orgasmic moans.  The foot had swallowed up beyond the cock's head at this point, so Dale's cum-shot was entirely internal.  Now past the widest part, Max's foot-paw devoured the afterglowing black bunny much more easily.  Dale cooperated by tucking his arms down his sides to intentionally feed his arms into the toe-gap.  Once past the shoulders, Dale was surprised by a sudden slip dropping him neck-deep.  Max bent over and pat the black bunny on the head.
Max: “See ya later, cutey!~  I'll never forget this!~”
Dale just smiled and closed his eyes.  Then Max pressed down on the other's head with one finger, until it popped in, disappearing instantly!  Max contorted a bit to raise his now normal-shaped foot to his face, kissing the sole.
Max: “Mmmm, don't worry, sweetie!~  You're all mine, now!~”
With the shower room all cleaned up, Max decided to turn off the water, then simply leave.

***

	Butch the bulldog, along with the tiger and the jaguar, had already left the waiting room, as they didn't really care about what was happening, and most of the others were ignoring them anyway.  The elephant and rhino had taken some of their seats.  The remaining gangsters were marveling at something sexy and outrageous on the floor before them.  The horses that Max had ear-vored were already very hyper-endowed before, but now there was a single equine penis quadruple their length and girth!  Which is to say, everyone was gawking at a horse cock which was 4 feet thick, and 16 feet long!  At the base end was a pair of testicles of the same diameter, but nobody attached.  It probably goes without saying, but the horse brothers had been fused together, cocks and bodies, to form a mega-penis!

Bub: “Nnn, as you four can no longer read or speak, I suppose I should read your conditions aloud, for the benefit of your coworkers.  Not that you could hear, neither.  Nyuh, you four brothers were quite sinful, and now as one being, your punishments must befit four times the curse.  The fusion should be clear, for your incestuous obsessions, and becoming naught but penis for your lusts.  For your violence, you shall cause no harm, only pleasure, and for your sexual abuses, you shall only obey consent.  ...Nnn, you may be thinking 'Are we immobilized, is that how you'll stop us from raping or murdering anyone?' but let me just clarify that immobility isn't one of your clauses, simply a side-effect.  If you manage a way around that in the next thousand years, or learn to communicate, you're free to do so as long as you obey the other curses.  ...Okay, that's it.”

	Billy the otter explored the massive horse cock with his tongue and hands, feeling it pulse and throb to the touch.  It was clearly alive, and enjoying the attention!  Meanwhile, Bruce the crocodile was stroking his own erection, having been enjoying both the show, and what became of the horse brothers.  He grunted and thrust his hips upwards, which made Billy quickly react.  The otter quickly turned back to the croc, then clamped his mouth as deeply as he could over the scaly dick!  Bruce gave a few deep thrusts, holding his throbbing erection deep down Billy's throat while his cursed large blue balls shuddered and throbbed in the otter's hands.  After some finishing thrusts, Bruce gave a groan of relief, then slumped back in his seat and relaxed.  Billy slipped off of his dick, disappointed.
Billy: “You shot dry?”
Bruce: “Really?  It felt like I came hard!”  They both looked down, seeing his sack had grown just a little larger.  “Oh cool, it's not a curse of orgasm-denial!  I just came without literally cumming, that's all!  Mmmm, don't worry, that felt great!~  It's just that, well, a long time from now, these might get too large to carry!~”

	Billy nodded in understanding, then immediately went back to worshiping the disembodied horse penis.
Bruno: “Geez, you're just insatiable!  Did you get cursed with horniness or something?”
Billy: “Mmph, they didn't tell me anything.  Mmmm...”
Bruno: “So Bub, did he, like, not need any punishment, 'cuz he's actually nice?”
Bub: “Nyuh, he appears to be under diabolical influence.  Perhaps I was too distracted by the others' paperwork?  I'll double-check for you.”  The little demon busily typed, but moments later adjusted his glasses in confusion.  “What the Heaven?  Nyuh, Billy, sir, try to answer this honestly.  Do you remember ever getting cursed during your mortal life?”
Billy: “Mmph, don't think... so...”
Bub: “Hmmm... well I'm sure we can renegotiate conditions for you, but it appears you didn't have to take a number because... Satan assigned you a curse you already had!  Oh dear, I sure hope this doesn't screw up the database, Nyuh!”
“He could've touched the Incubus's Incense Censer.”

	The seated men turned to the elephant who just spoke up.  The one whose name hasn't been said yet, so the narrator can't label his dialogue properly.  “Oh, yes, apologies, I'm Basil.”
Basil: “Blake and I have been keeping track of the artifacts we were laundering for the museum heist.  Quite a few of them were quite powerful, with exciting histories of their own!  The hoard includes the wish-granting Tchotchke of Tchaka, the legendary McDuffin MacGuffin, and Cleopatra's Hand Mirror, which predicts your future if it deems you beautiful enough!  But yes, the Censer, once touched, will drive you supernaturally randy, and even drive up the libido of those who merely breathe your pheromones!”
Bruno: “Woah, did we really have stuff that cool?”
Basil: “It must be true!  I've been cursed to never lie!  I was a lawyer by profession, after all...”
Bruno the shark looked over to the rhino, who must've been Blake.  He was about to inquire about his punishment, but it was immediately apparent.  The rhino's face was smooth below his nostrils, as he had no mouth!
Basil: “Blake was rather shy, so I do hope he takes his silence in stride.”
Bobby: “So, does this mean that the cursed thing was the whole reason everyone's been so horny today?  I'm, uh, not complaining!~”
Basil: “I couldn't suppose without being 100% certain anymore.”
Bub: “Nyuh, 75%.  You've said enough half-truths that we raised the bar to three-fourths.”
Basil: “Oh yes, I suppose I could go over the fine print sometime.  With that, I'll say... it's very likely that you were all more promiscuous than you realize, and that artifact's effect was a coincidence!  Still, the demon's records state Billy was already cursed, and I find myself aroused by his presence, so... Mmph, I needn't even ask!~”  The otter interrupted the elephant by deepthroating his prehensile cock.  The rest of them continued watching Max's story.  Though Bobby the bull peeked around one last time in confusion.
Bobby: “Hang on, has that black bunny arrived yet?” Strangely, Bub just shrugged in response.
Bruce: “Don't tell me he went to Heaven?”

***

	Max tiptoed among the crates, getting closer and closer to the last of the gang who still had a crate open, exposing some of the stolen treasures.  Max hadn't been spotted yet, but was able to see them while standing behind an eye-level crate.  A hanging light put a spotlight on the open crate and those peering inside.  Max identified the gang's leader; a tall deer with impressive antlers and a sharp burgundy suit, Banks Calzzonni!  He was flanked by two tougher-looking goons, a polar bear and a black wolf.  Also conniving around were two smaller thugs, a fox and a weasel.  The fox, standing on some chest in the crate, was staring right at Max!

“FREEZE!!  You with the ears!!”
“Put your hands up!!” The bear and wolf drew Tommy guns and aimed them at where the fox was pointing, threatening Max.  He just rolled his eyes, and slowly raised his hands.
“Who the Hell are you supposed to be?!”
Max: “I'm Max, Freelance Police!”  The deer chuckled smugly.
Banks: “Freelance Police, huh?  You'd better drop your weapons!”
Max: “Hmmm?  What are you talking about?!”
Banks: “Really?  An unarmed freelancer?  Do I look that dumb to you?!”
Max: “...Oh, oops!  Hehe, sorry!”
Max reached one hand behind himself, then pulled out his old Luger.  Holding it up made the armed thugs shout over each other in a panic, but he just limply tossed it to his right behind more boxes.  Most of the floor was impossible to see due to the maze of crates.
Max: “Sometimes I forget I even have that thing.”
Banks: “Did you come alone?!”
Max: “Yeah, just me today!”
Banks: “Brady, go get his gun.”  The weasel walked away from the group between the crates.
Max: “Where'd you get all of that stuff, anyway?”
Banks: “Heh, that's what we call a 'trade secret', little bunny!”
Max: “So like, are you gonna try to take me hostage?  Or like, just kill me?!”
Banks: “Both sound pretty good right now.  If you don't have anything to offer, then I'm definitely leaning towards the latter!”

	Meanwhile, the weasel was still behind the boxes, and hadn't returned yet.  There was some rustling, and wet noises off to the side.  The keen-eyed fox noticed Max smile and lick his lips.  Even out in the darker part of the room, the fox could now notice a pair of white spheres had appeared behind the rabbity-thing, each as tall as his ears.  He could even notice more of Max's face over the edge of the crate, as if he were standing on something, or sitting on a stool.  The fox accused him.
“What's going on over there?!  No funny business!!”
Max: “Hehe, I was just trying to follow the rules!  I dropped my gun, and uh... I dropped my main weapon, too!~”
“That's Hella sketchy!  We should shoot him now!!”

	Then, while the remaining four gangsters had their eyes on Max, something suddenly attacked from behind a nearby crate!  What looked like a massive pink snake lunged towards the fox, and chomped right over his upper half!  The other three stepped back in shock, while the two armed goons fired their guns at the monster.  No effect, it was bulletproof!  They had a closer look at the creature.  Its shape and veins betrayed the fact that it was actually a three-feet thick, extremely long, and prehensile penis!  But looking up, they saw that it didn't have a urethra, but instead a wide mouth with angled teeth just like Max!  The fox's tail was quickly slurped inside between its teeth, and a bulge started traveling down the front of the shaft.  Max spoke up, but this time his voice came out of both mouths!
Max: “Mmmm, scrumptious!~  Sorry guys, but you forced me to pull out the big guns!~  And since you've got nothing left to fight me with, frankly, you should just relax and enjoy it!~”
The wolf didn't take the hint, and fired another futile burst from his gun.  The cock frowned and shook its head in an annoyed expression, then lunged again, clamping all the way over the wolf's head and shoulders!  The monster penis violently scarfed down the larger meal as quickly as it could, before soon enough it was reared up in front of the last two survivors, with another large bulge sinking down its length!

Max: “Well?  Gonna make the same mistake?  Or let me rape you to death niiiice and sloooowly?~”
The polar bear was wide-eyed, then dropped his gun on the ground.
Banks: “What the Hell are you doing?!”
“W-well, he said to give up.  I mean, you're a scary underboss, but he's a giant bulletproof killer cock!”
Max: “Mmmm, good boy!~  Why don't you hop up onto this box?  I'll send you to Heaven before I send you to Hell!~”
The bear did as he was ordered, sitting with his legs spread, so we could see his tent of his fear-boner.  The toothy cock suddenly chomped at his crotch!  The two were shocked, but then relieved to see that it only shredded the bear's clothes.  With his erection exposed, the monster dick then lowered itself, then gently took the bear's feet into its maw, guiding with its tongue.
Max: “Mmph, you guys are gonna make such yummy cock-food!~  I couldn't possibly think of a sexier thing to be killed by!~” Max only spoke with his normal mouth, as his cock-mouth was now full.
The giant penis slurped all the way up the bear's legs, then slipped its maw under his ass and over his own erection.  With the bear halfway eaten, Max's cock lifted its prey straight up into the air, held him place with its 'lips', then started sucking!  The bear held back his head and moaned, holding onto the giant glans while it gave his entire lower half the greatest blowjob he'd ever had!  The penis's tongue danced around his pucker, taint, balls, and dick, bathing them all in precum-saliva at the same time!

	While doing this, Max's penis slithered around to the deer's side, then behind and around him.  It left a thick coil on the ground behind the leader's legs, but kept its upright end in front so that he could watch his right-hand man get sucked to death.  While still frowning, Banks leaned back and sat atop the thick penis coil, then opened the fly of his pants to unleash his own erection.  With one hand resting back on top of the throbbing seat, he stroked himself to the sight of Max slowly cock-voring his goon.  At some point, the bear's hands slipped in, and gravity brought him even deeper into the cock's throat!  Helpless to resist, the bear's head sank out of view, and the teeth closed above him, sealing his fate.  Banks saw the detailed bulge writhing before him, and it gave a loud muffled cry of orgasm!  The flesh around the bear squeezed and crushed around its prey, and penis gave a naughty chuckle, and licked its lips with its massive tongue.  The cock whispered to the deer.
Max: “Mmmm, all gone.~  He's already digesting.~”

	Banks's demeanor changed.  He was now smiling while stroking himself, his own penis having grown to two-feet long!  Fully relaxed, he called out to the lagomorph.
Banks: “Max, was it?  Come on over here, I want to talk.”
Max shrugged to himself.  Unable to walk, he instead used the base of his prehensile cock to lift his body and hyper balls off of the ground!  The powerful muscle carried him vertically over the crates between them, right next to the open treasure box which they had backed away from during the conflict.  Now six feet apart, Max dropped the cheeky joke and spoke with just his normal mouth.
Max: “Woah, you're packing respectable heat yourself, sweetie!~”
Banks: “I've had some enhancements!~  I've had to show the lowlifes who's boss a few times, too!~”
The two shared a friendly chuckle.
Banks: “So, I understand why you had to use lethal force on my armed henchmen, but I was under the impression you wanted me alive?”
Max: “Pfft, I never said anything about that!~”
Banks: “You were asking questions, earlier.  Yeah, you said 'where did you get these', right?  You wanted to interrogate me.”
Max: “Did I?  Heh, sometimes I forget about my job.  'Cuz right now, I just really wanna kill you with my penis!~”
Banks: “Mmmm, and it's such a gorgeous killer cock, too!~”  He rubbed his free hand over the length he was sitting on.  “I wouldn't need any other thugs, you could be my sexy little one-man army!~  You'd even get a pretty big cut of the loot, too!  Just take the jobs of all the other guys you ate!~”
Max: “That's sounds real cool, but would I have to do that boring bookkeeping stuff too?”
Banks: “Hmm?  No, Max, just forget about the Freelance Police or any other job, and just, mmph, kill my enemies, and let me watch you devour them!~”

	With a seductive expression on his face, Max carried himself closer, until they were face to face.  He stood on his own cock coil, and grabbed the deer's shoulders.
Max: “Y'know, you are a pretty studly buck!~  But uh... sorry, I'm one of the good guys!~”
Suddenly, Banks shoved a Tommy gun in Max's face!  It must've been the one dropped by the bear earlier.  But Max reacted just as fast, wresting it from the deer's grip while maintaining his lusty expression!  While the scared deer watched, the rabbity-thing opened his teeth, then... slid the tip of the gun into his mouth!  Holding it to the side, Max closed his lips over the barrel, then slid up and down its length, lewdly sucking the barrel.  He pushed it in deeper, spreading his teeth to take the rest of the SMG, before clamping his teeth behind the butt-stock, having made the entire weapon disappear down his throat!  Max pat the worried deer on the head between his antlers.
Max: “Calm down, sweetie, I'm not mad.  I love it when guys threaten my life!~  Mmph, if you weren't so evil, we could've been fuck-buddies!~”  The deer tried to regain his confidence, but it was going poorly.
Banks: “But... you still need to interrogate me, right?  I'm far more valuable to you alive!  I'll drop the dishonest life, f-fuck, I'll even be your own man-whore!  I-I wasn't just buttering you up, you're hot as Hell!~  I want your monster dick so bad!~”  Max responded with a deep and threatening whisper.
Max: “You don't want to live.  You want to be snuffed by my cock.  I've shown you the most perfect death imaginable, and you want to feel that deadly touch.”  Banks squirmed helplessly where he sat, flustered and blushing.
Banks: “Mmph, please!  Not like this!  Unf, please, those coils!  I-I need it!! Make me your food!~”

	Max backed off a little, patting the deer's head.
Max: “Daw, aren't you cute?~  Y'know, I thought you were pretty cool before you degraded yourself just now.  Would you believe that you begging to be my prey wasn't NEARLY as hot as when you shoved that gun in my face?!~  Oh well, guess we can't be rivals.”
The deer was just stroking his own erection and biting his lip in anticipation.
Max: “Hehe, I guess I have that effect on people!~  Hmmm... well, I'll kill you in a moment, but there's two things I want from you now.  One, I want you to tell me which of these crates has the rest of the museum's artifacts in them.  And two, I want you back to your cool self!  Do that, and I'll give you the sexiest fucking ending!~”
The deer breathed quickly, taking in what he was told.  He started to calm himself down, though.
Banks: “Isn't this pointless, though?  If I act tough, and get my confidence back, then I'll probably want to live again, too!”
Max: “That's the whole point, genius!  That'll make me want to eat you more!~  C'mon, it's the grand finale, show me who's boss!”
The buck let go of his erection, and closed his eyes.  He frowned, and stood up.  He crossed his arms, then looked down at Max with a stern glare, which made the rabbity-thing giddy with childish glee.
Banks: “All the crates are labeled 'Swimwear', but there's three hiding the loot. You can tell which ones they are, because... the serial numbers on the bottom corner are blue instead of black!  Heh, but that's all you're getting out of me, bunny!”  He even flashed his teeth in a scowl.  “I'll see you in Hell!!”
Max: “Likewise!~”

	Max happily hopped up into Banks arms, turned his head, then locked lips in a passionate kiss!  They closed their eyes, and tangled their tongues together, groaning into each others' mouths.  Max's prehensile penis coiled around them twice, and its head loomed above with its toothy grin.  They then broke the kiss, and dreamily looked into each others' eyes.
Banks: “Mmmm, I wish people could be watching my last moments.  Thugs like me are immortalized by ridiculous stories of their last stand!~”
Max: “I'll tell them you were the bravest guy I've ever eaten, sweetie!~  I'll never forget you!~”
Banks: “Mmph, I love you, Max!~”
Max: “Aw, terrible time to friendzone you, but like,... eh, it's complicated.  I love you too, Banks!~”

	The lagomorph slipped out of the deer's arms, and stood with his head at Banks's crotch-height.  The massive penis above lowered itself, and the deer happily kissed Max's other mouth.  The cock coils around them tightened, bringing them together and guiding Banks's erection into Max's mouth and down his throat!  Max reached up to fondle the boss's balls as he sucked savagely.  Meanwhile, the cock-monster extended its giant tongue, stretching the deer's mouth wide!  Banks had a worried expression as the tongue stretched out his own throat, suffocating him!  But he remembered his pride, and chewed on the thick muscle, showing Max some resistance even if it was the last thing he'll ever do!  The upper coils constricted as well, crushing the deer while keeping the rabbity-thing below safe to service his victim.  Banks even found himself lifted off of the ground, and Max stood underneath him with his head tilted upwards, bending his knees to glide up and down the buck's moderately hyper length.  Max spent a minute milking Banks's cock while using his own penis to asphyxiate his partner and prey.  Banks smiled around the massive tongue choking him, and he shuddered within the penis's tight grasp.  Max smiled as well, happily drinking the deer's final load.

	The lagomorph moaned with both of his mouths, now ready to finish his happy prey.  Banks's eyes rolled back, then closed as the giant penis reeled its tongue back into its maw, reeling the deer in with it.  There was a loud CRACK noise, but it was just the deer's antlers being broken off, tumbling outside of the coils onto the floor.  The cock maw now made some pleasured eating noises as it pulled in more of its prey with each swallow.  mmph homf ulp mmmm.  Banks's body pulled up and away from Max's own body, the buck's dick slipping free and hanging limp above.  Rather, his whole body was limp too!  Despite what it looked like, though, Banks was still alive, if only by a thread.  It would've been so easy to snuff the studly deer at any point, but Max at least wanted to reward the sexy boss with a trip to his balls!~  With over half of his meal in the gullet of his cock, Max finally started to shorten his monstrously long length which had slithered around the room.  Annoyingly, many coils snagged in the maze of boxes, so he had to lift them up and over.  Soon, Max could see the deer's legs hanging free from his second mouth, and the rest of his cock coils in a visible firehose pile, which quickly shortened as meter after meter reeled into the lagomorph's infinitely deep crotch!  His penis finally closed its teeth behind the prey's feet, and gave one last lick of its lips.

	While holding Banks's body in its throat, the cock leaned down, gave its host a quick playful peck on the lips, then sealed its mouth away, reverting to a normal cockhead with a urethra.  It wasn't swallowing anymore, just letting itself shrink shorter and shorter, until it was only twenty feet long.  The penis laid its coils around Max in a small tent above him, the head and prey-bulge resting on top.  Then, it finally swallowed!  The deer was sent down a spiraling ride, passing in front of and behind Max multiple times in succession.  Max held the base of his cock in time to feel Banks slide through his grip, then splash down into his waiting testicles!  With that, Max quickly reeled the rest of his length back into his groin while he rested his head between his balls, draping his ears over each one to listen to the deer digest inside!  With no more visible dick, just balls, Max touched Banks's face pushing out at him from his right testicle.  He gave a playful chuckle, then pushed the bulge back in with one finger.  That was the last anyone ever saw of Banks Calzzonni!  Max's balls instantly liquefied him, then snapped down in size between Max's legs before disappearing from sight!

	The lone rabbity-thing walked over to the shed antlers, picking them up.  Then he stretched his mouth comically wide and crammed them down his throat, making them vanish into his body!
Max: “I'm keeping those close!~”
With the case under control, Max could hear a familiar noise.  It was a recognizable car engine!  Max's expression lit up as he hurried to unlock a control panel and open the massive truck-bay doors.  He first saw the Desoto parked outside, then Sam standing there!

	The large dog was carrying somebody bound and gagged over his shoulder.  His detective outfit was stretched and bulged, with a pair of cock-vored prey still squirming in his pants, and somebody in his stomach too!  He walked forward, rubbing over his belly with his free hand.
Sam: “Nice to see you safe and sound, little buddy!”
Max: “Sam!!  You missed out on all of the fun!~  The coast is clear, I didn't leave a single survivor!~”
Sam: “Heh, I figured as much.  That's why I showed a little restraint, and spared one.”  He rudely slapped the ass of the captive on his shoulder, who appeared to be a cheetah.  “This lock-picker seems to have been at the scene of the crime.  We'll make him talk down at the station later, I've even got a armored car on the way here to pick him up!”
Max: “So we're still allowed there?”
Sam: “Well, you do have a track record for destroying evidence.  And culprits.  But our bad cop, worse cop routine gets results!”
Max: “Hey, don't put yourself down like that!~  Hehe, man, did you drive all the way here while carrying those four?”
Sam: “Five.  There's a rat in there, too.”

	The dog walked into the warehouse, then rudely dropped the bound cheetah against the wall.  Just before the captive could start inch-worming away, Sam then dropped a stack of empty wooden pallets on him, acting like a paperweight!  Then he followed Max towards the open crate full of treasure.
Max: “Banks put up a good fight, but I made him spill the beans right before he bit the bullet!  All of the loot is in three crates, and you can tell which one they are by the blue number right down here!”  He pointed down to serial number on the corner.  “I'm pretty sure everything's still here, too.  None of the boring files upstairs made it sound like they've sold anything yet!”
Sam: “Good job, little buddy!  I'm sure the boys down at the station can retrieve everything.  Help me put a lid on this, Max.”  They each grabbed one end of the lid, then hoisted it up and slid it over to cover the open crate.
Max: “Woah, you're still pretty nimble, even with all those thieves gurgling away in there!”
Sam: “I sorta have to be, digesting prey the old-fashioned way.”  Max approached and kneaded his hands over Sam's large belly bulge under his shirt.
Max: “Mmph, you're so doughy!~  I just wanna make a cake outta you, sweetie!~”
Sam: “Hehe, sometimes I do envy your hyperactive metabolism, little buddy.  Not to mention your endless variety of orifices and spontaneously expanding extremities to send ne'er-do-wells inexorably down into your unfathomably deep stomachs and stomach-analogues!~”  Max rolled his eyes.
Max: “Don't say 'inexorably', Sam.”
Sam: “Did you get a chance to eat with all of your applicable parts this time?”
Max: “Of course not, there were only like twenty of 'em!  I don't think you quite get how much of an alpha vore-whore I am!~  I ate someone with my goddamned eyeballs once!~”
Sam: “...I see.”
Max: “I killed every single bad guy here with just vore!  Some had guns, too!  Hehe, the wonders of having a bullet-proof penis!~”
Sam: “Was something wrong with your own gun?”
Max: “...Oh!  I almost forgot about that!  Where is it?”

	Max ran off between the boxes.  He came back moments later brandishing his Luger.
Max: “Ugh, I don't even know why I need this anymore.  I'm so deadly without it, and it's so sexy eating people alive!~  Just shooting 'em is boring.  Sigh, I wish my gun could eat people!  Then I'd use it all the time!~”
Neither of them noticed the spooky green glow coming from within the crate, which faded after a few seconds.

Chapter Two
Armed to the Teeth

***

	The screen was up and the lights were bright again, as the show was over.  Banks had a warm smile on his face as he watched his two-feet erection squirm in his hands.  The otter's tail flailed in the air outside of the cocktip, and the rest of Billy's body was trapped in the shaft, nearly finished being eaten by his boss's penis.  The deer's balls squeezed tightly over two more small forms inside, which must have been the weasel and fox.  The wolf and bear were nowhere to be seen, having already left the lobby.  All of the other goons remained seated, excitingly watching their boss cock-vore three of their cohorts.

Banks: “You're right, it is getting easier!  So all I have to do is work my way up to larger prey!~”
Bruno: “You're doing great, boss!  I think you're already better at cock-vore than me!~  It helps that you had a head start in size, though!~”
Basil: “Perhaps your so-called 'insatiable appetite' curse serves to enhance your abilities?  Much like how our crocodile friend now supports larger testicles to contain his trapped semen supply, it's very likely that your body now has demonic enhancements to help you 'suffer' your need to constantly swallow alive every person you see!~”
Banks: “Mmmm, I can totally see the difference.  Every time I look at you guys, I keep thinking about eating you all!~  ...Except for the bull, for some reason.”
Bobby: “Oh!  Yeah, sorry.  My punishment stops me from being prey.  So uh... I guess your curse knows my curse, which is nice.  Mmph, but I really wanted to be your cock-food, Mr. Calzzonni!~”
Banks: “Y'know what?  Just Banks is fine.  It's not like anyone still has a job in Hell!”  He glanced over to Bub, who was still busy on his computer.  “Well, at least none of us are.  Heh, I'll bet getting cursed with boring work is much worse than anything we got!  And we're part of an organized crime family!  What gives?  I thought Hell was gonna be much worse!”
Bub: “Nyuh, everyone's punishment takes into consideration their context and setting.  As you all are from a dark comedy and erotic fanfiction, your eternity in Hell shall likely remain funny and sexy.  It would be unfair to judge you the same way as a serious setting with realistic consequences.  After all, due to the fetishes in effect, it's likely that everyone you've ever raped 'secretly enjoyed it', and everyone you've ever murdered is enjoying their kinky punishments out there in Hell proper!~”

	The deer had finished swallowing the otter with his penis, now carrying three smaller furries in his scrotum.  He rubbed both of his balls, feeling his prey struggling with mixed consent.
Banks: “Mmmm!~  I think I'm about ready to digest you guys!~  No hard feelings!~”
Bruce: “Hang on, what's going to happen to them?  They can't just double-die, and go to double-Hell, will they?!  Or worse...”
Bub: “Nnn, don't worry about it.  Enjoy your meal, sir!~”
With that, Banks gave a wicked grin, then grabbed his shaft with both hands.  His balls squeezed hard over his prey, and they rapidly lost form inside!  His sack then relaxed into a new larger size, and a few inches even pushed up his shaft, making that longer too.  The others watching held their breaths,  worried that the three may either be trapped inside of the deer forever, or ceased to exist!  But suddenly, the three reappeared right between Bub's desk and the ticket dispenser, just like when they first arrived, so everyone could sigh in relief!
Bub: “Nnn, Welcome back.”
The weasel, visibly distraught, dashed away immediately!  “NOPE!!  Nuh-uh!  That's it!”  He exited the room very quickly.  The fox was oddly neutral, and the otter was understandably in bliss.
Billy: “Ah, yeah!~  I hope I made a great snack for ya, boss!~”
Banks: “Damn straight!~  And I should thank you too, Barry, for letting me experiment.”  The fox nodded politely as he responded.
Barry: “Being inside somebody's body was comfy.  Being digested alive, THAT was pretty weird.”  The fox shrugged, then politely left the scene.
Bruno: “Hey Bub!  Is that something all of us can do?  Can we 'die' in Hell as much as we want, and just come back every time?”
Bub: “Nnn, that's right!~  Feel free to get snuffed to your hearts content!  Even I enjoy being culled on the occasion!~  ...Preferably on break-time, though, nyuh.”

	Banks approached his former minions, but stopped at the sight of the giant disembodied horse cock laying in front of them.  He licked his lips with a sultry expression.
Banks: “Mmmm, this must be what happened to those horse brothers.  I had times where I wondered how great it'd be to get fucked by them, but I understandably worried for my life!  But now... mmph!~” he leaned down, and dragged his tongue over one of their bloated balls.  “I'm going to build up size, then I promise, I WILL eat you guys with my own dick!~  Mmmm, so gorgeous!~”
Bruno: “We're happy to help you with your curse, boss!  I mean, Banks.  Us two actually had quite a bit of vore experience back when we were alive!”
Banks: “That's great to hear, Bruce.  I think you might be the next size up!~”
Bruno: “Nono, I'm Bruno, he's Bruce!”  He casually pointed a thumb at the croc.  “I'm cursed to be prey only, so I'd be more than happy to add some inches to ya!~”
Bruce: “Are other vore types allowed too, or are you cursed with a hungry cock specifically?”
Bub: “Nnn, all types are allowed.  He just has a compulsion to vore everyone he sees.”
Banks: “I see that.  But, I've got a goal in mind!”  He walked over to Bruno, and gently pulled the shark's feet into his urethra with no resistance.  “I need to build the perfect penis!~  Once Max finally dies and we meet again, I have to return the favor, and devour his beautiful cock with my own monstrous length!~”
Bruno: “Mmph, that was such a beautiful scene!~  I was so jealous of you, and it'd be awesome if someday, you could do to us the same thing he did to you!~”
Bub: “Nyuh, I sure hope big red knows what he's doing.  That insatiable curse can be a big handful.  As a matter of fact, Max, your nemesis, might have had a variant of that curse this whole time!”
Banks: “Oh?!~  Mmmm, excellent!  Then I must have the potential for the same abilities!~”  The shark was already halfway inside the deer's shaft.
Bruno: “We were watching him from here, no joke, he can eat with any part of his body!~  You'd better train as much vore as you can if you wanna stand a chance against him!~”

	Meanwhile, the bull found his personal space being invaded by the otter again.
Bobby: “Oh, uh, you again?”
Billy: “Eat me!~”
Bobby: “Woah!  Um...”  Bruce smiled, and rose from his seat.
Bruce: “I'll let you enjoy Bruno, I'm gonna help Bobby eat Billy.”  He said that casual as can be, as he walked away from the shark who was swallowed up to his shoulders, and his feet already bulged out one of Banks's balls.
Bobby: “My dick isn't very big, though, sorry.”
Bruce: “I think anal would be easier for you!~”
Bobby: “Mmph?!~  That's how... Max ate me!~”
Billy wasted no time, licking at the bull's pucker, then immediately shoving his nose inside!
Bobby: “Unf!~  Slow down!”
Bruce: “Relax, he knows what he's doing.  Just spread your legs, and think about lunch.~”

	The elephant turned to the silent rhino, and smiled.  They were both pretty erect from watching all of the vore fun ensue.  Basil whispered something to Blake, then they both stood up.  They walked along the lone horse penis, then stopped in front of it.  Basil got down on his hands and knees, then crawled forward, feeding his hands and head into its gaping urethra!  Blake then got down atop of his partner, penetrating the elephant's ass while feeding his own head inside as well.  The horse cock began to throb, then suck on its own!  The two were delighted to be cock-vored while they fucked each other, and would enjoy each other's company quietly inside once all the way in!

Bub: “Nnn, nyuh!  Nnn!~”  The little demon squirmed as he sat atop his hyper testicles and watched the gang experiment with vore so happily.  He lowered the waistband of his black shorts, then suddenly the space between him and the opposite wall, and to the side of the gang, was instantly filled with blue penis!  It magically funneled out of his tiny crotch, becoming eight feet thick and immeasurably long, but still soft!
Bub: “Nyuh, ignore me!  P-please, continue your scene!  You're the stars, I just... didn't want to destroy these shorts!  Nnn!~”
Banks turned around, and hefted his scrotum which carried the shark's whole body.  His eyes widened in wonder, and he licked his lips again.
Banks: “Ooooh myyyyy!~  I didn't know you had this in you!  After I'm able to devour that horse cock, yours is next!~”
Bub: “Nyuh, wait until my break, please!  Nnn!~”

***

	Max was on top of the crate's edge on his hands and knees.  Sam had his shirt unbuttoned and his pants down to his ankles.  Sam held onto Max's hips while balls-deep in his ass, letting his vore-belly lay atop the lagomorph's back.  The dog's prey-filled scrotum thumped against the side of the crate with each thrust, pushing his partners hips apart with his hyper knot reentering each time, and the bulge made by his hyper cock filled the space between Max's limbs.  The cock-head inside the rabbity-thing's body alternated between being pulled back to right below Max's chin in front of his chest, to a foot out beyond Max's head.  Despite the outrageous body-deforming hypersex, the two casually continued their conversation as if nothing unusual was happening.
Max: “So the Calzzonnis had no part in the heist.  Someone sold the loot to them, and they were looking for buyers.  Probably thinking of selling things off one at a time.”  He had his head turned to look back at Sam, since the sight of the front of his body stretching over Sam's cock was something he'd already seen hundreds of times.
Sam: “That cheetah I've arrested helped the thieves break into the museum, but only kept watch after that.  We're going to make him tell us more about other culprits.”
Max: “That's not them in your sack and tummy?~”
Sam: “Just his local cadre of lock-pickers he hung out with.  They're useless to us.  Mmph, here it comes, little buddy...”
Max: “Uungh!!~”  Sam had just grabbed and tugged on Max's ears, then blew his load.  His balls contracted, melting the occupants inside, and the white rabbity-thing inflated to twice the volume of Sam's scrotum over half a minute.  The dog's belly flattened to half of its size as well, as if orgasm caused a spike in digestion speed.  Max licked his lips.
Max: “Mmmm, raccoon and hawk.  There's a yummy mixture!~”  Sam stepped back, popping his knot and flaccid dick free and stuffing the more manageable genitalia back into his pants, then buttoned his shirt back up.  Max's pucker sealed quickly so not even a drop was spilled, then his balloon belly made loud gurgling noises as he rapidly digested the liquid mass which used to be a couple of crooks.  He was flat and back to normal in seconds, then joyfully hopped down off the crate alongside Sam.  Max's ears perked up, and he turned to see the armored police car had arrived just in time.
Sam: “Well, that's enough killing time, we gotta get back to work.”
Max: “In this context, did 'killing time' mean 'an activity to pass the time with', or 'a time in which killing occurs'?~”  He poked the dog's now still tummy.
Sam: “Oh, you crack me up, little buddy!~”

	The two Freelance Police officers walked back to the open bay.  Sam moved the pile of pallets aside, then picked up the stunned cheetah to carry on his shoulder again.  The security van was already open, ready for them.
Max: “Ain't this just extra steps, though?  I know it's hard to drive carrying him, but we can just leave him in the back seat, right?  I can watch him!”
Sam: “I'd rather not try that.  We need him alive, remember?”  Max brandished his Luger.
Max: “C'mon, I can threaten him the old fashioned way!”
Sam ignored Max, throwing the captive into the back of the jail vehicle and closing its doors, sealing them with a large sliding bolt.  If the cheetah woke up, he'd be lying on steel in the dark, only the light from between the high open bars to see.  The dog detective then climbed into the driver's seat of the Desoto parked right next to the van, while Max jumped into the passenger's side, standing on the seat while posing with his gun.
Max: “Ah, c'mon, Sam, take a hint!  You gotta give me more opportunities to use this!  I mean, I hardly got a chance to in the cartoon or games either!”
Sam: “Didn't you get a flamethrower that one time?”
Max: “Yeah, when we were doing a parody of 'The Thing'.  Y'know, what kids like!”
Sam: “Ah yes, the good ol' days.  Nowadays, people are just comparing it to 'Among Us'.”
Max: “That's what that game needed, flamethrowers!~”  He spun his Luger around on his finger, then pointed dramatically.  “Pshew!~  That's besides the point, I wanna use THIS gun!”  Then a pose aiming behind his back.  “Death from above!  P-pow!~”  He spun it around his finger some more.  “Do you feel lucky?  'Cuz I forgot how to count!”  He rapidly gestured left, but then, the gun slipped out of his hand!

Max: “OH CRAP!!”
The Luger hit the bars of the high windows, then fell into the armored car!  As if on cue, the jail vehicle took off in front of them.
Sam: “What's wrong, little buddy?”
Max: “I just hawked my Luger!”
Sam: “Gross.”
Max: “M-My gun!  I throw it into their van-thing!”  The Desoto started up.
Sam: “Don't worry, Max.  We're right behind them.”
Max: “Oooo, if that guy steals my gun, I'll give him such a pinch!~”
Sam: “I don't think he's got anywhere to go with it.  On top of being bound like a burrito.  It's only a ten minute drive, so don't worry.  We'll reunite you with your sidearm soon enough!”

	The two escorted the armored vehicle, while the anxious lagomorph stared hard at it, not wanting to take his eyes off it for a moment.  Otherwise, it was a boring trip.  Both vehicles parked at the police station, and the two left their car, getting ugly looks from cops outside who showed little respect for the Freelance Police.  Sam and Max moved behind the barred doors on the rear of the van.
Max: “Be careful!”
Sam: “You think he'll use it against us, huh?”  Sam reached into his suit, then drew his oversized revolver!  “Get the door, Max.  I'll cover you!”
Max undid the bolt, then opened the doors only a tiny bit, listening carefully.  He was worried by the silence inside.  “3... 2... 1... GO!!”  He kicked the left door open while hanging off of the right door which swung the opposite way.

	Sam relaxed his aim, in shock.
Sam: “Holy mother of Joseph deep-fried in lard and served with a side of guacamole!!  That lock-picker Houdini'd his way out right under our noses!”
Max peeked into the empty van with a worried look on his face.  He scanned high and low, seeing no sign of the cheetah.  But then his expression lightened when his saw his pistol untouched.
Max: “Loogie!  You're okay!~”  He bounded inside and picked up his gun.
Sam: “Is that seriously...?”
Max: “Well, some gamer nerds think it's 'The Lugermorph', but c'mon, do you think 'Team Fortress 2' is canon in our universe?”
Sam: “Hmmm, well, let's put the clues together.  The perp is gone, but for some reason didn't steal your gun.  Perhaps he didn't notice?  Or maybe it wasn't loaded?”
Max: “Nah, it's still loaded.  Oh look, he broke out of his handcuffs!  Figures, with his lock-picking skills!”
Sam: “Actually, Max, he didn't pick the lock.  He slipped out of them somehow!  There's no signs of his other bindings in here.  Somewhere along the ride could be a maniac waddling through alleyways still bundled with makeshift ropes that I fashioned out of their discarded clothes!”
Max: “There's no trapdoor or anything.  Do you think cats can contort to fit through those bars?”
Sam: “Unlikely, but we're running out of ideas.  Since we have no idea when he escaped, then I'm sorry to say, little buddy, but we've lost him!”
Max: “I knew we should've kept him in our car!”
Sam: “Well, since you didn't capture any goons alive, I'd say we're out of leads.  We did recover the stolen artifacts just fine, though they can't go back to the museum until the culprits are found.  I think we've done all we could, Max, case closed.”
Sam walked to the front of the armored car to brief the other officers on the situation.  Max tried to leave, but was surprised to step on a full magazine clip.  For his own gun, no less.  He just shrugged, and put both the Luger and the extra ammo into his inventory before hopping out of the van to wait in the Desoto.

***

	The cheetah found himself in some boring office building, facing a ticket dispenser.  He tried to take a number, but noticed he no longer had hands, just stumps where they used to be!  A punishment fitting a thief.  So he raised a foot and pulled out a comically long number using his toes.  He then walked into the waiting area dragging the paper from his foot like a piece of wet toilet paper.  The cat was greeted by the sight of his raccoon friend sixty-nining with the hawk.  Swallowing each other's loads, the raccoon raised his head to take a breath, then finally noticed the cheetah.

“Laika!  Did Sam finally kill you?”
Laika: “Huh?  What the Hell is happening?”
“It's Hell!  It's not so bad, get used to it.~”
Laika the cheetah looked around a bit more.  There was no sign of the other two who Sam ate.  Just a big empty office.  Except at one desk, stood a tall green demon wearing a white polo shirt with red necktie and black shorts, typing on his computer while standing in front of a pair of waist-high black spheres (which were in fact his testicles stuffed into his shorts).
Laika: “Excuse me?  Who are you?”
“Mmyes?  Officially, I am the 17,293rd son of demon-lord Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.  But please, call me Zeb!~”
Laika: “How did I get here?”
Zeb:  “You died, simple as!~”  The raccoon stood up and chimed in.
“Do you even remember how you died?”
Laika: “I have... NO FUCKING IDEA!!  So like, I was tied up for a long time, and roughed up.  I think I woke up in jail, but then... man, it felt like I got sucked into a pneumatic tube!”
“Maybe he cock-vored you too?~”
Laika: “Naw, it was like, metal?  I couldn't see well, but I think my legs got stuck in a pipe or something.”
“Ah, clearly you were sucked into a vacuum cleaner!”
Laika: “Zeb, help me out, here.  You probably get asked this all the time, huh?  How did I die?”
Zeb: “So, you kids wanna watch a movie?~”

	The lights dimmed, and a projector screen lowered from the ceiling.  The green demon made a cheeky aside to nobody in particular.
Zeb: “Don't worry, we'll slow down with the cutaway bit near the end.~”  He gave us a wink.

***

	Sam and Max arrived back at their office.  Sam took off his hat and necktie, leaving them on the coat-rack by the door, while Max went right for the closet to grab some snacks.
Sam: “I suppose we're between cases at the moment.  Is there a show you want to watch right now?”
Max: “Nah.  It's been a hot minute, get comfy for me!~”
Sam continued undressing, stripping down to nothing, then laid on the sofa facing his desk.  Max opened a bag of chips and started munching them by the handful.  While snacking, he grew out his hyper prehensile penis again!  Only one foot thick this time, the pink snaking length expanded along the ground towards the sofa while Max's back was turned.  While still on the opposite side of the room, Max was able to wrap Sam in several cock coils from shoulders down to waist, pinning down his arms and hugging his own thick length up against his face.  Then it gently inserted its glans into Sam's huge stretchy asshole, pushing up his balls!  The big dog just smiled and let it happen, soon getting his ass slowly pounded by the lagomorph's talented dick.  Max then grabbed a can of soda from a mini-fridge, then sat at his smaller desk sideways, acting casually like he wasn't fucking his partner from across the room.  He took a sip of soda, before making small-talk.

Max: “Y'know, I ate a lot of baddies, and had varying degrees of sex with them, but I haven't cum yet today!  I hope you aren't too jealous?~”
Sam: “Mmph, I have sexual relations with all sorts of men and women during my own erotic side-stories, Max.  I'd happily consider us both 'swingers'!~”
Max: “So uh, you wouldn't get mad if I, for example, said 'I love you' to one of my victims before I killed them, would you?~”
Sam: “Hehe, not my style, but kinda cute!  You do what scratches your fetishes, little buddy!~”
Max: “Mmmm, you're probably still the only one allowed to take my schlong and live!~”
Max took another sip of soda, while absentmindedly rubbing his feet along the base of his cock and his balls now resting on the floor.  With his mouth full, Max closed his eyes, then held up three fingers.  He counted down to two, then one.  Then a thick bulge started pumping its way down Max's hose-like length!  Five bulges in a row flowed out of the rabbity-thing's loins and soon circled around Sam's body.  Then they deposited Max's cum deep inside Sam's rear entrance until the dog's stomach ballooned again, this time with semen!  Sam's belly was clearly visible between the cock coils now, and Max simply took one last drink, sighing in satisfaction.
Max: “Ahhh!~  Refreshing!~”  He started reeling his penis back into his crotch, pulling out of Sam's anus and untangling him.
Sam: “Woah!  Not to doubt you, little buddy, but was that all you had for me?”
Max: “Aw, Sam, didn't I just say I wasn't going to fuck you to death?~  I gave you just enough, sweetie!~  That wasn't from the warehouse case; I've still got a two-year backlog of cum to dump into ya!~”  Max finished shrinking his balls away, then his length disappeared right behind it.
Sam: “Maybe someday, if we get a case that can be resolved with an industrial quantity of lagomorph semen, I'll know just where to look!~”

	Suddenly, the phone by the entrance rang!
Max: “I GOT IT!!  I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT!!”
Sam: “NO, I got it!!”
Sam struggled to sit up with his cum-inflated belly, then stand while Max excitedly dashed right past him.  Sam quickly did a 180 degree spin, and SLAPPED Max with his massive gut!  Max was catapulted through the air sideways, then slammed headfirst into the wall, breaking a hole in it which made the rabbity-thing's head get stuck high off of the ground.  Sam then hurried, waddling over to the phone while holding down his wobbling stomach.  He answered the call.
Sam: “Yes?  Sam here!  That's right!  Uh huh!  Really?  Great!  We got it!  Over and out!”
Max: “It's a good thing Flint's not home.  Though I think he's broken our wall more than we have.”
Sam: “He's still got us 4 to 3 now.  Great news, though!”  Max struggled to free himself from the wall, landing on his feet while Sam continued.  “That was the commissioner!  They found us another lead for the museum job!  We gotta make it over to the station, pronto!  It's up to us to interrogate this thug!”
Max: “Oh boy!  We'd better not screw it up this time!  Though uh... did you need to take care of that belly before we go?”
Sam: “Check that closet for the Pepto-Siminol while I get dressed.  I always find that helps me digest your hideously disproportional ejaculations!”

	By the time that they both reached the station, Sam's belly was nearly back to its original size.  The cops who brought them in were pretty quiet.  The guards in front of the door to the interrogation room looked really nervous.  They unlocked the door.
“Good luck...”
Sam and Max entered the small room, then Sam whistled, impressed by what he saw as the door locked behind them.  Seated at the end of the long table was a massive shirtless hyper-muscled squirrel!  He must've been nine feet tall, towering over Sam even while sitting down.  His equally sized fluffy tail filled the space behind him.  Also, the front of his muscular body was decorated with vore bulges!  Faces and hands quietly pressed out of his flesh from within, showing recent prey digesting inside of his pec and ab muscles.  The squirrel greeted them with a friendly, casual demeanor.
“Hey.  Sorry about the other cops.  I get pretty defensive when people are mean to me.  You guys probably want me to let them go, but it's too late now.  If you fight, I'll probably eat you, too.”
Max: “Don't even think about it.”  He hopped up onto the table, standing on it, still not even head level with the towering squirrel.
Sam: “We're Sam and Max.  Freelance Police.  We're not affiliated with your current prey, so go ahead and enjoy your meal!~”
“Oh!  Uh, thanks.”  He casually rubbed his hands over the top of his pecs, holding down the struggling victims inside.  “I'm Larry.  I'm from, uh... actually, I'm not supposed to say.”

	Max walked on the table over to the giant squirrel with a sultry expression on his face.  Larry winced as the small lagomorph hugged against his body!
Max: “Don't mind me.  I just really love big cuties that can snuff crooked cops just by flexing them away!~”  He pressed his small tummy against the squirrel's abs, feeling the prey struggling futilely underneath, while he nuzzled his face in between the pecs, feeling more prey poke at his cheeks while their muffled cries could finally be heard by his ears draped over the muscles.
Larry: “Mmph!~  Be careful down there, you don't wanna go too deep into my nipples or belly button!”
Sam: “Don't worry about Max, he's a professional.”
Max licked at Larry's pec cleavage while running his hands up the muscles, until he reached the pecs.  He grabbed at the squirrel's hyper nipples, only able to wrap his smaller hands halfway around them, then he started gently twisting them.
Sam: “Come to think of it, threatening to devour him using exotic parts of your body will probably only encourage him more!~”
Larry: “unf, Is he a prey-play type, then?”
Sam: “Naw, quite the opposite!  He just gets off on the danger!~”
Larry slowly reached down his hands, then gently hugged Max, rubbing his hands over the rabbity-thing's back.
Max: “Mmmm, good boy!~  Kill 'em for me, sweetie!~”
Larry squirmed in his seat, and the sound of tearing fabric could be heard below the table.  He held Max close as he followed the lagomorph's command.  The massive squirrel flexed his pecs and abs, making some cartoony rubbery squeaking noises with his muscles.  Max's ears were filled with the sounds of tightening hyper-flesh, which overpowered the fading cries of the prey underneath.
Max: “Mmph!~  I know the sound of four dead cops when I hear it!~  Gawd, I love having a handful of killer body parts!~  It'd be so easy for you clap your pecs and crush my skull, killing me instantly!~”
Larry: “ungh, you're being so nice to me, though!  Ooh, keep doing that to my nips!~”
Max: “I'm gonna twist your knobs like a goddamn Etch-A-Sketch!~”

Sam: “Hehe, he uses that line on me all the time!~”
Larry: “Y'know, dog, you're pretty nice for the 'bad cop'.”
Sam: “Huh?  What makes you think...?  Oh, right, the whole 'worshiping your muscular body' thing.”
Max: “Oh, Larry!  You're such a big cutie!~  It'd mean so much for us if you told us all about that time you helped that gang break into that museum!  I'll bet you gobbled of loads of night-guards!~”
Larry: “Mmph, actually, I mostly did heavy lifting.  Vinny was the one who assassinated the guards.   ...Wait, crap!  I didn't snitch on anybody!”
Max: “Calm down, sweetie!~  Tell us who you were with, and I promise they'll never hurt you!”
Larry: “Um... well, if you're trying to seduce me for info,... I uh, was about to ask for a blowjob, but, hehe, I dunno if a little guy like you could take me!  No offense.”

	Max stepped back, and glared up at Larry with a mean look.  The squirrel got nervous just being stared at for five awkward seconds.  Then, the lagomorph leaped high, all the way up to the ceiling!
Max: “DEATH FROM ABOVE!!”
The huge squirrel only had to tilt his head up slightly to see the white rabbity-thing flying at him.  Then Max's large mouth rapidly yawned wide open, and easily clamped his maw over the surprised squirrel's head!  He stretched his mouth over the huge shoulders, then started climbing downwards over Larry, wrapping the muscular squirrel in tight white skin!  Max made lewd throat noises as he slowly devoured Larry, stretching his own throat and body to an extreme degree, putting his prey into a pouch-like protrusion in front of his torso to prevent Larry from passing all-the-way-through out of his ass!  The powerful squirrel was helpless to escape the tiny pred, unable to move the arms pinned to his side.  Max was soon dragging his tongue between Larry's abs, before Sam interrupted the fun by walking behind the vore-bound squirrel and grabbing the lagomorph's legs.
Sam: “Not yet, little buddy.  We still want him alive!”
The dog pulled upward, slipping the white rabbity-thing off like a sock until Max popped free, then fell on his ass onto the table.  Max just looked up and smiled at the wet and blushing squirrel.  Then, he heard a THUMP from below, and felt the table rise, especially on the opposite end!

Max: “Mmmm, yummy!~  Is that a fear boner, or did you like that body-job?~”
Larry: “I... huh?  What just happened?!”  Max stood up on the table, menacing now.
Max: “Let me correct you on one thing; I'M the bad cop!  Tell us who robbed the museum and where they are now, or else I'll eat you alive!~”
Sam: “Slow down, Max.  Let's stay away from the vore stuff this time.”
Larry: “Mmph!  You're serious!  It's, uh... the Suscombo family!  They planned the heist, and cut a deal with the Calzzonnis!”
Max: “Aha!  There's a good lead!  Do you know where they're hiding out now?”
Larry: “Uh... No?”  The squirrel was shifting his eyes, being bad at lying.  Max walked forward, and grabbed one of Larry's hands.
Max: “This little piggy went to the market!~”  Max then sucked Larry's pinky finger into his mouth!  The squirrel grasped onto the table with his free hand, not knowing how to react.  Sam rescued him again, this time simply flicking Max's nose.
Sam: “Cut that out!  I said no voreplay!”  Max slipped free and licked his lips.
Max: “Mmmm, you're probably right, this big guy is acting like he likes it!~  No more threatening you with a good time!~  I'll try it the boring way, I guess.”

	He rolled his eyes, then pulled out his Luger from seemingly nowhere!  Larry's eyes widened at the sight.
Sam: “Hehe, say hello to my little friend!”
Max: “Hi!~  And this is MY little friend!”  He pointed his gun upwards, pressing the barrel into the underside of Larry's chin.
Larry: “Woah, hang on!  I... I really...”
Max pulled the trigger!  The squirrel flinched and kicked the table in response to the gun's click, showing that it wasn't loaded.
Max: “Hmmm... alright, I admit, this might be a little arousing!~”  Max stepped back, then pulled out an ammo magazine.  He then reloaded his gun so that Larry could see.  Sam pat the huge squirrel's shoulder.
Sam: “Y'know, if you really don't know where their hideout is, you could just point us towards someone who does.  Except that lock-picking cheetah, he got away.”
Max: “Or the Calzzonnis, I ate them all!~  C'mon, man.  I won't have much fun just blasting you dead!  But, mmmm, I'd love to put away the Somebimbos!~”
Larry: “Suscombo.” Sam: “Suscombo.”  They answered at the same time.
Sam: “See, one of us was paying attention.”
Larry: “I'll bet you could!  But really, I don't... absolutely know, where they could be.  For certain...”
Max rolled his eyes, suddenly aimed up at the ceiling, then pulled the trigger again!  Larry winced and kicked the table again, but strangely, the gun just clicked again.  All three of them were puzzled.
Max: “...I loaded this, right?”
Larry: “Yeah.”
Sam: “Was it an empty clip?”
Max: “Nah.  Also, clip is... wrong?  I... forgot where I was going with that...”  Max carelessly looked down the barrel of his Luger.  Then he recklessly pointed it back towards Larry, looking over the mechanisms with no regards to the safety of others.  “Maybe it broke after all the times I threw it?”
Sam: “It's possible, I haven't seen you use it since then.  ...Did you need mine?”
Max: “Hmmm... I'm thinking about it.  We haven't played Russian Roulette in a while!~”
Larry: “Um... So!  In the south side of, uh...”

	Max ignored him, aiming the malfunctioning pistol up and to the side, beyond Larry's head.  Then he just pulled the trigger over and over again!
Sam: “Stop that, pinhead!  He's talking!”
Max: “Stop what?”  With Max's full attention on the Luger, he felt it suddenly move in his hands!  It shook and rumbled in his grip.  This only puzzled him more.  “That's new...”
That's when all of that foreshadowing from before finally came to fruition!  The gun rapidly transformed right before the eyes of all three men!  Its barrel grew longer, and curved upwards back over Max's head, then forward back towards Larry, making an 'S' shape in the air!  The massive squirrel was simultaneously confused and terrified, trying to hold as still as possible.  Then, the gun's muzzle suddenly stretched wide open, and its prehensile barrel struck like a snake!  It clamped onto Larry's face, then stretched its tip all the way over his head, down to his neck!  The squirrel's surprised cries were muffled under the form of the stretched living metal of the Luger's barrel!
Sam: “Sweet savory salami seasoned with sanguine semi-automatic slugs!!  That gun's alive!”
Max just stared with wide open eyes and blank mouth.  The pistol weighed the same in his hands, despite having grown to the size of some sort of boa snake.  The lagomorph then shook with child-like giddiness as he watched the Luger stretch its makeshift maw over the wide muscular shoulders of its prey.
Max: “Oh... my... GAWD!!~  I-It's,... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!~  I'm eating him... with my gun!~  It's gun-vore!  YESYESYESYES!!~”

	Max bounced in place while tightly grasping the Luger's grip with both hands, his arms stretched out to hold his ravenous side-arm up to the food being offered to it.  The 'S' shape in the air was slowly undone as the gun's barrel slid down tightly over Larry's form.  The squirrel could only wiggle in his chair, unable to break free despite his strength, arms pinned down to his side again just like when Max had teased him with oral-vore earlier.  Once his upper half was contained in stretched metal, the rest of the gun rose into the air.  Max was lifted off of the table briefly as he held onto the grip, but then let go, seeing that his gun could handle all of the work by itself.  Max then excitedly hopped up onto the bulging form, and kissed the squirrel on the mouth through the living metal.

Max: “Mmmm!~  I'm so freakin' happy!~  You're gonna make such great gun-food, Larry!~”
Sam, meanwhile, adjusted both his necktie and erection tenting his pants, guiding his hyper length down a pant leg, trying but failing to resist the allure of the brand new vore style happening before his very eyes.  The muzzle of the gun brushed against the top of Larry's own hyper cock, and then it stretched its muzzle down his backside instead.  With the Luger's receiver now pressed against the top of Larry's head at the base of its barrel, it worked its barrel into a weird shape.  Metal slid under the squirrel's ass and thighs, then the muzzle stretched further down all the way to the floor to swallow Larry's legs, hyper balls, and tail.  It even sucked in the rest of the squirrel's huge fluffy tail.

	Max turned around and sat on the base of Larry's thick cock, feeling the living metal against his back.  The gun's muzzle was now tight around the base of the squirrel's hyper cock, giving him a makeshift metal sheath.  It had completely swallowed the rest of him, the last thing to eat was his penis!  With one more mighty throb, the long interrogation table lifted up then fell to the side, revealing Larry's fear-boner which was just as long as the table!  Max spread his legs, then let his own hidden hyper cock grow out of his normally smooth crotch.  Testicles as big as his own body rested atop of the squirrel's shaft, and his long penis of almost the same thickness wrapped around Larry's dick until his cock head was hugged up against his prey's.  Max crossed his arms behind his head and licked his lips while he stroked Larry off using his cock coils.

	The Luger continued eating by stretching its receiver to swallow in Larry's head, then shoulders.  The squirrel's large frame fit through the gun as if it were hollow, no mechanisms inside, ignoring physics much like many other vore styles.  Larry's head soon reached a dead end inside of the pistol's handle, showing that the wooden grips were just as stretchy.  As Max's gun used it's receiver as an inner mouth to work lower and lower over its prey, its barrel seemed to shorten while its grip grew longer.  It seemed as if the Luger's stomach was where its magazine would be!  Max made happy moans watching the scene above him, while rubbing his feet into his own scrotum and giving Larry a prehensile cock-job one last time.

Max: “Mmph!~  Better cum while you can, sweetie!~  *huff*, like, now!~”
A bulge simultaneously traveled down both penis lengths, then Max and Larry both came together!  The hyper loads splashed against the opposite wall, making quite a mess.  The door into the room was clearly sealed water-tight, as they'd now be ankle-deep in semen.  Sam rolled up his pant-legs in response, revealing more of his erection now poking free from the pant-leg, the head now dunked in cum between his feet.  It was times like this that made Sam prefer to work barefoot!  By the time Max and Larry finished cumming, the gun's receiver was down to hip level, so its grip was stretched over the squirrel's upper half.  At this point, the barrel became longer again, working its muzzle over Larry's still throbbing erection from the base.  Max enjoyed the feeling of the cold metal working its way underneath his cock coils.  He kept his length where it was while the Luger finished swallowing Larry's penis.  By the time the squirrel's body was completely encased head to foot in wooden grip texture, the pistol's receiver was around the base of his shaft, and its muzzle finally closed in front of his glans.

	Max happily hopped down onto the cum-flooded floor, and unwrapped his cock, letting it snake around the room instead of reeling it away.  He then rubbed his hands over the handle stretched over Larry's massive form, then licked the wood with a sultry expression.
Max: “Mmmm, delicious!~  I wonder how it'll digest you?~”
As the lagomorph continued rubbing with his hands, he could hear digestion noises inside!  The squirrel's muscular form started smoothing out before his very eyes, and the stretched grip shrank.  It soon looked like a textured wooden orb with a hyper metal penis sticking out!  It was at this point that Max noticed something fall out, and splash into the shin-high cum puddle.  A full bullet magazine was ejected from above!  Then soon enough, another, which Max managed to catch.
Max: “Oooh, that's cool!  It digests them into bullets!~  I'll keep these handy!”
By the time the squirrel was digested down to a big sphere, the gun's barrel also started shrinking.  It reduced thickness-wise, not length-wise, meaning it probably wasn't swallowing Larry's cock into its chamber, but instead digesting with its barrel!  Max soon lifted up the gun and sat in Larry's chair, surprised at how light it was, as if there wasn't a huge muscleman digesting inside of it!  He then turned it, as it was upside-down before, letting ejected ammo drop below them.  His hands squished into the fat grip as it continued gurgling, getting closer and closer to normal proportions.  The barrel was shortening too, at about its usual thickness.

	Max licked his lips one last time when he felt his fingers together around the grip, showing that the Luger was back to its original size and shape, and the squirrel was completely gone!  He gave it a cute kiss on its hammer.
Max: “Mwa!~  Good gun!~  I'm gonna feed you sooooo many bad guys!~”
Then he put the gun away, and stood up, bending down to collect ammo magazines floating in cum.  Meanwhile, his still long penis started reflexively drinking cum back in, and even Sam's cock joined in, as its head was down to the floor.  The dog didn't want to admit that his own load got mixed in at some point!  Still, they cleaned the room until not a drop was left, the rabbity-thing's prehensile length doing most of the work.  Then it retracted back into Max's loins while he counted his armful of ammo clips.
Max: “Alright, eight!  Was honestly kinda expecting more from someone that big, but... I dunno, maybe they're really dense?  Or the gun kept a lot for itself?~”  He put the ammo away in the same place he kept his gun.  Sam, meanwhile, just kept his hands on his hips, with an exhausted expression.
Sam: “Well Max, I'm really happy for your new weapon.  If only you tested it somewhere else.”
Max: “What's wrong?  I killed the bad guy, right?”  He looked up, seeing Sam's angry look.  Then he looked around the room.  To the locked door, overturned interrogation table, and one-way mirror on the wall.  Then to the empty chair.  Then back to the angry dog.  The lagomorph's happy-go-lucky expression went blank.
Max: “...I just murdered the suspect before he squealed.  Again.”  Sam just nodded.
Max: “Well, I totally had no idea my gun could do that, y'know!  ...Oh, I see, that's what happened to the cheetah guy!  He didn't escape the van, my gun just ate him and spat out the cuffs!~”

***

Laika: “Gun-vore?!”
“Gun-vore?”
“Gun-vore?”
Zeb: “Gun-vore...”
Larry: “Why is everyone saying that?”
Laika: “I got eaten by a fucking gun!  The same one that ate you!”
Zeb: “Wow, that's a new one!  Looks like I owe Eelz fifty bucks.”
Laika: “I thought you were weird, eating guys with your muscles.  Once that rabbity-thing bites it, remind me to stay away from him!”
Larry: “Hmmm, I'll bet Vinny could take care of him!”
Laika: “You told them about the Suscombo family, so it could be soon!”
Larry: “Y'know... those guys were kinda jerks anyway.  I don't wanna wait around for that.”
Zeb: “Show's over, then?”
Laika: “Yeah, I guess.  Let's go.”

	The four made their way out of the waiting room to the hallway.  The raccoon and hawk stepped out of the doorway first... and were immediately devoured by a massive penis from the right!  The cheetah, startled, slowly peered around the door frame, and right afterward the squirrel did so too from above.  They saw that the five-feet long cock was attached to the loins of a studly deer, who was dragging a ball-sack full of other prey.
Banks: “Excuse me!~”
Laika: “...!  Banks Calzzonni?!”
Banks: “In the flesh!~  Welcome to Hell!”
Laika: “...Oh, I'm Laika.  And this is Larry.  We helped with the museum job.”
Banks: “Ah, that makes sense.  Max killed us all because of that, and I assume he ate you guys too?~”
Laika: “...You could say that.  Uh, not the two your cock just ate, though, Sam got them.”

	The deer kept walking down the hall like nothing unusual was happening, and the other two followed alongside.  That's when they noticed more men following behind.  A bull and elephant, both hefting large squirming bellies.  No doubt that the remaining characters were being digested by these three.  The elephant waved to them, and cheetah and squirrel waved back.  At least, Laika tried to, but forgot that due to his curse, he only had stumps where his hands were.
Basil: “Salutations!  We're just searching for an exit.  Incredibly, this office building is much like a Hellish version of Hilbert's Hotel!  It holds infinitely many rooms on infinitely many floors, along infinitely long hallways!”
In response, Laika peeked both ways, and sure enough, he couldn't see an end to the hall they were in, just doors as far as they could see.  Though he was startled by something behind the elephant and bull.  An absolutely gigantic horse penis was following from further behind, slithering like a snake!  It was so huge that he couldn't even see who it was attached too.

Bobby: “Don't worry, they're friends of ours.  And unlike Banks, they can't eat you unless you want them too!”  The elephant showed off a large book as they walked together.
Basil: “Fortunately for us, our receptionist allowed me access to this demonic tome!  I've enchanted that equine phallus, who we've hence nicknamed 'Birch', to become ambulatory!  And to my fascination, it's also resplendent with demonic lore, such as the paradoxical architecture I just explained.  ...The tome has the lore, not the horse cock.  We need only seek an elevator!”
As they walked, Laika suddenly noticed a crocodile was walking with them!  The croc quickly clamped his jaws over the elephant's head, then rapidly pulled him down his throat!  Basil didn't resist at all, letting himself and his own prey-stuffed belly get swallowed whole.  The reptile caught the book as he swallowed his friends arms, and it was only seconds later when Basil vanished behind his teeth.
Bruce: “Oh hey, new guys!~”
Laika: “...Where did...?”
Bobby: “Oh yeah, he also did some spell so that we... respawn somewhere else.  Usually when you die in Hell, you go back to where you started, but Basil set us all to follow Banks!”
Banks: “That's right!  Once I'm done killing your friends, I can easily put them right here with us!~  Oh hey, here's a lift!”

	They stopped in front of metal doors with an unreadable rune above it.  Bobby pressed the button, and the doors opened immediately.  The bull stepped inside, disappointed with how small the elevator was inside.  He backed himself into a corner to allow Banks and his hyper genitals inside.  The group was pleasantly surprised to see the entrance stretch a bit wider to take his balls, and the walls seemed to push away as the deer entered, making the room magically grow to fit them!  Even the roof raised to accommodate Larry's height, and soon the five were comfortably standing inside.  Bruce, still holding the magic tome, peered out of the doors.
Bruce: “You coming, Birch?  C'mon, you'll fit!~”
The prehensile horse cock then slithered into the doorway, then curved against an expanding wall, folding itself into a U-shape to their left.  It wasn't until the door closed behind its massive balls that Laika and Larry finally noticed that nobody was attached to this penis!  Meanwhile, Bruce had the book open to a random page, trying to make sense of the complex magical control panel.  He spoke to his squirming stomach.
Bruce: “Hey Basil, to leave the building, do we go to the bottom or top?  We're underground, right?”
Basil: “...mmph... ground... ground symbol...”
Bruce: “Hmmm, I don't know what a 'ground symbol' is.”
Basil: “...appendix...”  Bruce quickly flipped pages to the back of the book.  Soon enough, he nodded in understanding.
Bruce: “Ah, the rune shaped like a stick figure!”  He pressed a button, then the room started moving.

	Soon after the elevator started, a shark suddenly appeared in front of them!  He grinned with his sharp teeth, making Laika back away slowly.
Laika: “Man, I just... don't get all of this 'eating each other' stuff.”
Before he realized it, the cheetah had backed himself tail-first into the deer's urethra!  Before he could say anything, Banks violently devoured Laika ass-first with his cock!  With a bulge quickly stuffed into his shaft, he spoke like nothing was wrong.
Banks: “Hey Bruno.  We got a few more of Max's victims with us!”
Bruno: “Cool!”  The squirrel gave a sheepish wave.
Larry: “H-hey.  I'm Larry.  I'm uh... not like Laika.  I love vore!  Pecs and abs, mostly.”
Bobby: “Woah... no wonder you're so big!~  Feel free to chow down on us, we've taken your friends enough!  ...Except me, I'm cursed to be pred only, sorry.”
Larry: “Oh yeah, the curse!  So yeah, don't worry about my muscles.  I got cursed with weakness, so these muscles are just for show now!  Meaning, it'd probably have to be willing prey.”  The bull stood next to the large squirrel, while rubbing his own prey-filled tummy.
Bobby: “Mmmm, I think we're kinda alike!~”  Suddenly, a little otter spawned!  Oddly in mid-air, so the bull quickly caught him.
Billy: “WOAH!!  Hello, muscles!~  I MMPH~”  Bobby immediately stuffed Billy into Larry's navel, feeding the huge squirrel's abs!
Banks: “So... if this hotel, or office, whatever, has infinite floors, then how long is this ride going to take?”
As if on cue, a bell went DING, then the doors opened.

***

	Sam and Max had just got back into their car.
Sam: “Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting to be out of leads this quickly.”
Max: “Larry told us a few things, though.  Right before Loogie devoured him!~”  Sam started the engine.
Sam: “I think it's time for you to take another break.  I'll leave you at the office, while I go snooping around the south side of town.”
Max: “Aaaaw, why can't I come?”
Sam: “Two reasons.  1.  You and your semi-animate semi-automatic are currently a liability.  As if you weren't enough of a loose cannon before!  I think you need to train with it some more before your next case.  And 2.  My list of immediate contacts will certainly lead to me bagging some exotic femme-fatales and loose-lipped hookers with hearts of gold!  I wouldn't want to spoil the mood of your current homo-erotic adventure, and besides, you don't even like girls!”
Max: “Hey, I like girls!  Mostly with ketchup!~”
Sam: “Well, that's where we differ, Max.  I prefer them raw!~  ...Like, 'alive'.  They're my best informants, I'm not going to snuff them post-coitus just to feed a latent fetish.  Unless they ask.”

	The Desoto briefly stopped in front of their office building.
Sam: “Remember, if the phone rings, let the answering machine get it!”
Max: “Okay, MOM, geez!”
The lagomorph hopped out of the car, which then sped away.  Max then went up to their floor, fiddled with the keys, let himself in, then parked his rear end right on their couch.  He frowned, crossed his arms, then impatiently thumped the floor repeatedly with his right foot.
Max: “Uugh, so boring!  I wanna go kill some more bad guys!~”
He grabbed the remote, then turned on the TV.  He changed to a gay vore porn channel, and saw grainy footage of a lanky yellow bunny guy being coiled up by a massive feral-shaped (but sentient) snake on a bed, both smooching passionately.  Still tapping his foot, Max smiled and set the remote down.  He thought about grabbing snacks from the closet, but then got a new idea.  He reached behind himself, then pulled a clip of bullets out of his inventory.  Eyes on the screen, the rabbity-thing popped a bullet free from the top, then tossed it into his mouth, as if eating from a PEZ dispenser!  He bit down, and the bullet ended up being pleasantly crunchy, tasting just like Larry the squirrel!  Max was able to consume ammo like candy as he enjoyed the scene of a snake and rabbit now fucking each other on TV.

	Max was noticing something odd, though.  It wasn't the vore show.  Nor was it the edible magazine created from the byproducts of gun-vore earlier.  It was that he couldn't stop thumping his right foot!
Max: “Hmmm... that kinda itches...”
He folded up his right leg to cross it and rest his foot on his lap.  Even with his sole straight up, his foot-paw shook on its own!  Around this point, Max finished his stack of ammo, so he tossed the empty mag into his maw, happy to find it equally as crunchy and delicious!  Then, after swallowing and freeing both of his hands, he rubbed over his feet, massaging between his toes.
Max: “I still don't get it...  OH!! Crap, I almost forgot about that!  Hang on, dude!”
Max spread out a pair of his toes, then fisted his arm impossibly deep into his own foot!  He felt around inside with his arm, searching for something.  Then, his expression lit up.  He slowly pulled his arm upwards, until his hand was free.  In his grasp, was a pair of black bunny ears!  Moments later, the head popped free as well, resting neck-deep between Max's toes and facing him.

Max: “Hey Dale!~  You're still alive!~”
Dale: “Mmmm... wow!~”
Max: “How ya feeling?”
Dale: “Unf, kinda tired.  I think I slept a lot it there.  It was so... squishy and comfy!~”
Max: “Awesome!  I finished killing the rest of the Calzzonni gang a while ago, so you're free now!~”
The black bunny squirmed, then pushed his hands free from within the foot's hammerspace, getting a grip on Max's paw to help pull himself upwards.  He stopped once his upper half was free, content to remain half-swallowed by the rabbity-thing's infinitely deep toe-cleavage.
Dale: “Mmmm, thanks for eating me alive, Max!~  You were right, it felt great!~  But,... I kept thinking you were still gonna kill me, though!”
Max: “Me too!  I've got a track record for accidentally snuffing my friends!~  If I completely forgot about you, you probably would've digested into foot-food overnight!~”
Dale: “Well, I'm in no position to bargain, but... you aren't still mad about me trying to get into the Calzzonni gang, right?”
Max: “I'm more mad that you backed out!  I would've loved to gurgle you up, sweetie!~”

	Ignoring the TV, Max leaned forward, and the two wrapped their arms around each others' bodies.  They tilted their heads, then kissed warmly, swallowing each others' deep and low groans of pleasure.
Max: “Mmmm, I think you'll make a yummy vore-friend, Dale!~  You also seem awfully chipper towards all of my deadly taunting!”
Dale: “I got a weird roommate.”
Max turned to lay his head on the arm of the sofa, spreading his body over half of it.  This was Dale's cue to finish climbing free.  He dug his hands into the couch cushions, then pulled himself upright, pulling more and more of his lower body out of Max's foot-paw.  Soon enough, Dale was sitting with his lower back up against the opposite armrest, and his own feet resting to each side of Max, making it clear that even though the black bunny was shorter than other furries, he was still a bit larger than Max.

	Dale looked around the office.
Dale: “Is this your apartment?  It's kinda small.”
Max: “Naw, this is the Freelance Police office.  I've got some free time now.  My partner Sam is off doing some investigating.”
Dale: “How was that case you were on?”
Max: “Eh, it's kinda dead-ending.  It's pretty much done, though.”  Max pondered for a bit.  “Hmmm... I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask.  You know a few things about the criminal underground, don't you?”
Dale: “I plead the fifth.”
Max: “C'mon, dude!  I know I'm a cop, but we're buddies now!”
Dale: “Hmph...”
Max: “Back in that shower room, you sounded like you knew some things.  Now that I've, like, totally saved your life, and shared some endo-fun with you, you need to, like, uphold your end of the bargain!”
Dale: “Hmmm... well, you still can't digest me once you're done with me!”
Max: “Scout's honor!~”
Dale: “Alright, shoot.”
Max: “So, do you know anything about Larry, the squirrel?”
Dale: “Hmmm... doesn't ring a bell, sorry.”
Max: “What about a cheetah who picks locks?”
Dale: “Never heard of him.”
Max: “OH!!  Um...”  He snapped his fingers impatiently while trying to remember.  “How about... the Su-Suscombo family?”
Dale: “Sure, I know some of them!”
Max: “Cool!  Do you know about Vinny, the assassin?”
Dale: “Yeah.”  He answered nonchalantly.  Max's face went blank.
Max: “...What'd'ya mean, 'yeah'?!”
Dale: “Vinny Suscombo's my roommate.”

	Dale sat there, acting like he said something perfectly normal.  Max pushed himself upright on the sofa, glaring.  He made confused gestures with his hands, opening his mouth a few times, but nothing coming out.  Then he hopped up off of the couch.
Max: “You couldn't have told us that earlier?!”
Dale: “You never asked!  Also, I was trapped in your foot!”
Max: “...True.”  He shrugged, lightening up.  “Alright, so... where can I find him?”
Dale: “At... my apartment.  Duh.”
Max: “Can you describe what he looks like?”
Dale: “Ugh, this is pointless.  How about we just go to my place?  He should be home.”  Max made a few more confused hand gestures, unable to answer, before suddenly snapping back to casual attitude.
Max: “Okay.  Wow, that was easy.”
Max grabbed the remote.  The yellow bunny on TV had already swallowed half of the gigantic snake down his extremely stretched throat, before the show was turned off.

	The two left the office and exited the building, Dale attracting oddly little attention for being nude in public.  Perhaps because he was with Max, who had a decent appearance, so onlookers wouldn't look very closely at the black bunny?  Whatever the case, Dale chuckled to himself, likely recognizing his location, then led the way down an alley, before finally entering an apartment building, meaning that he (and Vinny) lived on the same block that Max worked.  They climbed some stairs, then Dale knocked on his door before he opened it and let himself in.
Dale: “Hey.  Got a friend with me.”
As they walked towards the living room, Max saw the TV first.  It showed a massive yellow ball stretched over something coily, with some yellow hands and feet barely visible from below it.  It was the same channel Max was watching when they left.  Then Max's expression lit up when he saw who was sitting in the corner of a sectional sofa.

	Vinny was a well-built black dragon man, with his wings resting over and behind the back of the couch.  Cradled in his right arm was his extremely thick and muscular hyper cock!  It was as thick as his torso, and it was erect up against his cheek, the massive glans larger than his own head.  Scales ran down the underbelly of his shaft, just like the dragon's own belly scales, and similar ventral scales covered his testicles which rested on the floor between his spread legs.  The dragon smiled and nodded.
Vinny: “Hey, 'sup?”
Dale: “So, this is Max.  Max, this is Vinny Suscombo!”
Max: “Heya!  I'm Max, Freelance Police!  Are you that hitman who helped with that museum break-in, pawning the artifacts to the Calzzonni gang?!”
Vinny: “Yeah.  Why?”
Max's expression went blank.  He peeked to Dale, then back to Vinny.  Then suddenly, his expression turned to frustration, throwing his hands in the air, before making fists down by his sides!
Max: “GAAAH!!  Why are so many of the bad guys I meet today such affably evil hotties?!  This must be the writer's barely disguised fetish!”
Dale: “What, as opposed to all of the other kinks you've done so far?”
Max: “I mean, I'm still gonna bang this guy, then eat him if I can, but... I was kinda expecting more of a challenge.  And as the protagonist, it's easier for me to kill mean baddies guilt-free than cuties like him!  ...Not that I care too much for the moral ramifications, due to my comedic sociopathy.”
Vinny: “Yeesh, God forbid, more hot guys in a porno story.  ...Ya good?  Can we get down to biz'?”

	Max sighed, shaking off the fourth wall break.
Max: “So, we're cool?  You're not going to kill me after learning that I'm a cop looking for you?”
Vinny: “Yeah, I don't kill people for free.  If I wanted ya dead, I woulda tail-nommed ya while you were kvetching!”  Max peeked to his right, and finally noticed the black dragon's tail resting along the sofa, the tip dangerously close to himself!
Max: “Oooh!  Awesome!  I mean, I knew you were a killer, but I love the immediate danger!~”
Max walked right up to the dragon, then childishly hopped onto the couch, scooting hip-to-hip against the left side of the large and dangerous but chill dragon.  Dale joined in, sitting on Vinny's right, leaning and resting his side against the dragon's thick penis.
Dale: “Hehe, Max is a great vore pred, too!~  I'll bet he could take you too if he wanted to!~”
Max: “Obviously, I still need you alive!~  Make no mistake, though.  I'm not leaving until I get all of THIS,” Max slapped his palm against Vinny's towering cock.  “...up my ass!~”  

	Vinny smiled and rested his strong arms over the shoulders of the smaller lagomorph's.
Vinny: “So how did yous meet?”
Dale: “So uh,... you remember my meeting with the Calzzonnis, right?”
Vinny: “Oh yeah, how'd that go?”
Dale: “Terribly.  Those horse brothers hazed me.  They took me to the shower room and almost raped me to death!  But then Max showed up and saved the day!”
Max: “That's right!  I already broke in to investigate, then I ear-vored all four of them at the same time!~”
Vinny: “Woah, ears...”  He reached up to tickle at Max's upright ears.  “Awesome!  I love it when preds use their race-specific parts to catch prey!~  'Roos an' their pouches, cows an' their udders, hehe, even during the museum job, I was lucky enough to gurgle up a pair o' guys with my wings!~”  He gave a sultry look down to Max and licked his lips, while the rabbity-thing was happy to listen.  “I'm mad jealous, actually!  I wanted to be the one to rub out those horsies!~  Shame they were still Calzzonni's men, but hey, if the price was right, who knows!~”
Max: “Mmmm.~  I hope you didn't have any other business with them.  Besides Dale, I left no survivors!~”  After thinking for a few moments, Vinny suddenly looked hurt.
Vinny: “Ya got Banks, too?”
Max: “You bet!~”  Trying to read the room a little, Max remembered the respect he promised.  “He was the bravest man I've ever ate!~  His last stand was so cool, you totally should've been there!”
Vinny: “Gawd, he was just... so gorgeous!~  He was such a lucrative client, an'... I'll never forget the nights we shared...  I'm the one who made him hyper, y'know!~”  Max was oddly softened.
Max: “Aw.  Sorry for killing your boyfriend, Vinny.  I was just doing my job.”
Vinny: “Eh, I guess it's karma.  I mean, I've done the same thing plenty o' times!”
The three laughed together.

Max: “Y'know, while you're confessing your crimes, do you keep track of your victims?”
Vinny: “O' course, it's biz'!  I'm more than happy to brag about all o' my marks!~”
Max: “Mmmm, to get that beautiful cock, how many people have you ever cock-vored?~”
Vinny: “Dunno.  Do ya remember how many slices o' pizza you've ever eaten?~”  More laughter.
Max: “Seriously, though.  After we fuck, I totally gotta arrest you.  Y'know, being a cop and all.”
Vinny: “Oh, yeah?  What for?”  Max went blank again.
Max: “...Murder?  Like,... a lot of it?”
Vinny: “Hehe, wow, you don't even know!  Dale, go fetch my wallet.”
Dale: “Yessir!”  The black bunny hopped down from the couch and quickly entered a bedroom.  Then he returned with a wallet, handed it over, then returned to his position by the dragon's massive erection.  Vinny flipped his wallet open, revealing a white card front and center to Max.
Max: “...License to Kill?  That's real?!”
Vinny: “Yup.  An' I do all the paperwork, so ya can't bust me on anything.  That's why I say 'I don't kill people for free', it's gotta be biz' related!”
Max: “...Man, maybe we should get those?”
Dale: “You don't have a License to Kill?!”
Max: “Actually, hold on...”  The white rabbity-thing reached down into where his pockets should be, fished around in his cartoonish pocket, then pulled out his wallet.  He leafed through it, then pulled out an off-white yellowed card.  The black dragon read over Max's shoulder.
Vinny: “Wow, that is... over twenty years expired!”
Max: “Ah, well, less paperwork for me then!~”
Vinny: “Geez, and you thought I was sketchy.”  Max put both items back into his inventory.

Max: “Well, it wasn't just killing people.  You also said you helped rob the museum!”
Vinny: “Oh, yeah.  That was illegal, sorry.”
Max: “Cool, so,... NOW you're under arrest?!”  Vinny shrugged, hugging Max a bit closer.
Vinny: “Hmmm,... Naw, I don't think ya really wanna arrest me.  You're definitely not a 'by the books' kinda cop!”  He ran his hands up and down Max's body.  “I can feel it in your body.  That apex predator hunger that lets ya eat wit' literally anything!~  You want all of this delicious dragon meat for yourself!~”  Max lidded his eyes and licked his lips seductively.
Max: “Mmmm, you're gonna be such a treat, sweetie!~”
Vinny: “Yeah, but ya also said ya needed me alive.  I think it's time to cut to the chase.”
Max: “Oh?  Right, just one question, then.  Where is the Suscombo hideout?”
Vinny: “Why ya wanna know?”
Max: “'Cuz I wanna kill 'em all!~”  Vinny nodded.
Vinny: “Well don't try anything wit' me, I'm super tight-lipped.”  He gave Max's body a friendly rub.  “I do gotta go to work tomorrow, an' it ain't like I could stop ya from tailin' me.”
Max: “Short of killing me now, or in my sleep!”
Vinny: “Not for free!  If ya want it that badly, put a hit on yourself!  ...You'd be surprised how many people actually do that after seeing me work!~”  The two chuckled together.  “Keep in mind, if you're caught trespassin' on Suscombo property, we're within our legal right to plug you full o' lead!”
Max: “Ah, gunfights!  Looking forward to it!~  Also, there's this new vore style I wanted to try on you guys!~  The way I ate Larry the squirrel with!~”
Vinny: “What style is that?” Max playfully wiggled his fingers in the air.
Max: “It's a surprise!~”
Vinny: “Mmmm, well then, it's clear what your best course of action is next mornin'.  Meanin'...”
Dale: “...Oh, he's spending the night?~”
Max: “Oh boy, sleepover!~”

	The friendly dragon smile and stood up, carrying the other two under his arms.  While leaving the living room, Vinny turned off the TV by using his tail on the remote.  Then he carried the small lagomorphs into his bedroom.  Through the window, it was clear that night was falling.  Vinny turned on a lamp with his dexterous tail, then dropped Max and Dale onto his massive bed.
Max: “Ooh, spacious!  I assume you share this bed a lot?~”
Vinny: “You bet, little buddy!~”  Max quickly held up a hand in protest.
Max: “Woah there.  Only one person's allowed to call me 'little buddy'.  Sorry.”  Vinny nodded.
Dale: “Y'know, I only pay, like, 20% of the rent.  ...It's okay, though, I'm more than happy to slut for this handsome killer!~”
Vinny: “I also got this habit o' fallin' in love wit' some of my victims.  If there's no hurry, I bring them back here to send them off wit' a final fuck!~  I couldn't tell ya how many people were happily ended on this mattress!~  Well, off the top o' my head, that is, it's all in the paperwork.”
Max: “Mmph, sounds romantic!~  Hurry up and get over here, sweetie!~”
Still erect, the black dragon walked to the foot of the bed.  He put up one knee sideways, then laid himself down.  Then Vinny turned onto his back and slid up until he sat up against the headrest, holding his erection straight up into the air.  Max stood on the mattress and grabbed the black shaft, licking his lips with a sultry smile.
Max: “Fuck, I'm MAD horny right now!~  I'm not gonna waste any time, it's going in!~”

	Max hopped, then grabbed onto Vinny's thick penis right below the head.  Then he climbed upwards the rest of the way and turned, so that he was sitting atop the dragon's tip, and the rabbity-thing's ears were bent against the ceiling.  Finally, Max's anus suddenly yawned open and clamped around Vinny's glans!  With a firm grasp of his prehensile ring, Max moved backwards so that his body was behind the shaft but attached to a pocket of flesh in front of him and tight over Vinny's cock-head.  Then, he relaxed his pucker, and... simply fell!  The white lagomorph's hips quickly landed on the dragon's lap, so it now looked like Max was sitting with his back to Vinny and facing the black hyper cock which was now tightly wrapped from head to base with white furry skin!  Vinny was surprised by how quickly and deeply the insertion went, and Dale watched wide-eyed from the front, a bit to the side now to see Max around the flesh pillar.  Max just chuckled and teased.
Max: “Heh, it's mildly filling.  3/10.”

	Vinny was speechless, reaching down to play with the rabbity-thing's anus.  He grabbed the thick ring with both hands, then pulled sideways in opposite directions.  There was absolutely no resistance!  Max's pucker was soon stretched as wide as the dragon's whole arm-span!  Vinny then let go in surprise, and the ring SNAPPED back like a rubber band tightly around the base of his shaft.
Max: “I've anal-vored macros, sweetie!~  If I didn't need you alive, I easily could've dropped over your head and shoulders alongside your cock!~”
Vinny continued exploring, rubbing one hand on the hyper pucker, and another over the stretched belly covering his penis.  He was in awe.
Vinny: “Mmmm, I feel it now.  After ya actually used your abilities, I have context for your power.  I really have no reason to hold back, do I?~”  Max's expression went extra menacing.
Max: “Vinny, if you hurt me with your penis, I will pay you to off me!~”  The dragon's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.  His chest heaved with deep breaths.
Vinny: “Max, I've got hidden cameras in this bedroom.  It makes for some very awesome replays!~  Knowing this, if you repeat what you just said, I will then consider it a legally binding contract!~”
Max: “If I, Max, cannot handle sex with Vincent Suscombo, to the degree where his penis brings me pain (the kind I don't like~), then I hereby grant him full permission to assassinate me in a spectacularly sexual fashion!~”
Vinny: “Mmph!~  For you, I'll give ya a discount!  Just one penny!”
Max: “Oh, I'm sure I've got some pocket change lying around.  Got a sec?”
Dale: “Fuck, I'll pay the penny!  Just do it already!  Ffffff...”
Vinny: “Dale, you should move aside if ya wanna live.”

	The horny black rabbit nodded, then crawled to their side.  The dragon grabbed tightly onto the white lagomorph's hips and released a long deep moan.  Max met him with a softer moan as he felt the growth within beginning.  All three of them together enjoyed the sight of Vinny's penis expanding into Max's belly!  It grew wider, longer, and oddly softer.  No longer pointed up at the ceiling, his cock bent downwards, becoming prehensile!  It soon dropped off the foot of the bed, then turned to the open side of the room towards the window, and Max's own flesh seemed to grow along with it, comfortably fitting over the hyper length without stretching!  The throbbing shaft started to coil up to the side, now at a thickness twice as wide as Vinny's own torso!  His penis ballooned outwards as meter after meter poured out of his crotch into Max's monster-truck-tire of a pucker!  Vinny moved up onto his knees to get into a position bent over Max, while his testicles each reached a size as big as his own body!  Then he pressed his hips forward while rocking them left and right, until he effortlessly pushed his ballsack right through Max's anus as well!
Vinny: “Mmmm.~  How're ya holdin' up, cutey?~  Just about fucked-to-death yet?~”
Max: “Heh, not even close!  I'll change my score to 9/10 though!~”
Dale: “Huff, gawd, I've... never seen you this big before!~”  The black bunny marveled as the white-wrapped length coiled back in front of the bed to start filling the opposite side of the room.
Vinny: “Daw, ya wanna join in, don't ya?~  Shame ya wouldn't be able to handle either of us anymore.”
Max: “Aw, don't give up hope just yet!  I've got plenty of room in here!~”  The dragon grabbed the top of the rabbity-thing's anus and pulled upwards, gaping Max vertically!  Vinny and Dale saw that the view inside was completely occupied by Vinny's thick pulsing base.
Vinny: “Quite spacious!~  But uh, Max?  Think you can keep Dale safe in there?”
Max: “Sure!  I've held him in me before!~  And it's soft enough that you shouldn't have to worry about crushing him with your girth!~”

	With that, Vinny grabbed the stunned black rabbit and casually tossed him into the gaping pucker!  Then he released it, and Max quickly clamped shut with his prey inside!  The three of them were now in single file, facing the same direction.  Vinny in the back, Max in the middle, and the bulge made by Dale's body in front of both of them!  Dale was clearly caressing Vinny's cock-base inside, hugging and kissing what he could while Max's flesh held him tightly against it.  Meanwhile, Vinny's penis had completely covered the floor of the bedroom, with its head pointed right through the open door, too big to fit through it.  This is when it finally stopped growing.
Vinny: “Still not my limit!  I'm just tryin' to reduce property damage now!~”
Max: “Damn, we should've done this outside, then!~  I still don't know if you're bigger than me!~”
Vinny: “Mmmm, no need to hide it.  Show me what ya got!~”
Max: “Really?~  Do you play switch too?~”
Vinny: “I anal-vore too, so by all means, feed it into me, cutey!~”

	With that, Max's hyper balls suddenly appeared between their legs below and behind them.  His prehensile length slid all the way underneath and around his ball-cleavage.  It expanded in thickness to match the width of the dragon's torso, then lengthened to kiss against the now hyper welcoming anus.  Vinny's expression didn't change at all as he was penetrated!  The bulge of Max's cock stretched his belly right out of his abdominal area, and was casually pushed to the left as its length almost reached the ceiling.
Vinny: “There's fine.  It's not a measurin' contest, I just wanted a mutual fuck while I could still see your body around my gorgeous cock!~”
Max: “Makes sense, I guess.  Alright, that's enough foreplay, let's have hypersex!~”
Vinny: “Mmph, this will be quick!~”
Max's penis starting pulling out and pushing in, causing the length of the bulge in Vinny's body to constantly change length.  Meanwhile, since the dragon was more than balls-deep, he was unable to thrust.  So his cock started to flex and throb, writhe and pulse!  Vinny used his talented hyper black anus as a mouth to suck over Max's shaft sliding in and out, but the lagomorph was acting like he could suck using his entire body!  The sock made out of his flesh squeezed and suckled hungrily over the massive snaking length, and even pleased Dale enough inside that the black rabbit already came!  Without asking, Vinny tilted his head down, then gently sank his teeth into Max's shoulder with a love bite.  Max licked his lips, then returned the favor, sinking his own sharp teeth into Vinny's scaly neck.  Then they both moaned into each other.

	Max's balls throbbed and seized up below them, while Vinny's larger balls did the same right inside of the rabbity-thing's pucker.  Liquid rushing noises could be heard as many bulges quickly fired down the dragon's length like a fire-hose.  Soon, Max's white body was no longer shaped like Vinny's penis, ballooning with semen to look more like an extremely long living condom.  Meanwhile, Max's own load pumped its way up Vinny's ass, then... seemed to disappear after spraying out of his cock-tip!  Max was the only one being cum-inflated.  Neither spilled a drop, both talented enough to seal in everything that's trapped in their hungry asses.  It took over a minute of moaning and cumming before it finally stopped.  The form of the dragon's cock was completely hidden now, as Max's belly was now just one massive balloon filling the whole room halfway up to the ceiling.  It even fit neatly into the bedroom, without flesh spilling out the door.  Dale's body was hidden as well.  However, Vinny's belly was still tight around Max's cock, looking like the lagomorph hadn't cum into him at all.  They finally released their teeth.
Max: “Mmmm!~  Looks like Dale gets to keep his penny!”
Vinny: “Even wit' the hickey,... Oh crap, how's he doin' in there?”
Max: “There should be air if he swims to the top.”
Vinny: “I'll help.”

	Max could feel Vinny's cock snaking around inside.  The long prehensile length had an easier time moving now that it was swimming in a giant fluid-filled chamber.  There was some searching and pushing inside, until they could see faint hand-prints bulging near the top of Max's bloated belly.  Vinny had clearly guided Dale to the safe spot using his penis.
Max: “Mmmm, I'm glad we all got a chance to do this one last time!~  I'll update my score to 9.5/10!”
Vinny: “Wow, you really are insatiable!”
Max: “And you're a perfectionist!  Though if we were outside and not worrying about causing mass destruction, I'm sure you could've maxed out!~”
Vinny: “Well then, I'll give ya the same rating, since ya took it like a champ!~”
They both shared a quick playful kiss.
Max: “Alrighty, guess it's cleanup time.”

	Max did his usual genitalia-hiding trick, shrinking his long cock and hyper balls at a rapid rate.  Vinny's anus tightly sealed itself once Max's dick popped free, and seconds later the white rabbity-thing was back to his null-crotch look.  The dragon's junk wasn't quite as fast with its size-changing ability.  Pulling their hips apart, Vinny was able to pop his testicles free from Max's hungry ass, now at a size partly between where he started and where he ended.  His penis visibly reduced in girth as he used his hands to pull free foot after foot of hose-like length.  Max tried to help by walking forward, but was blocked by his room-filling belly, though he still felt childish glee squishing into the soft mass.  Minutes later, Vinny's cockhead was finally freed.  His scrotum was back to its default size, and his penis was its old thickness, but still eight meters long, coiled up on the bed to the side.  The length was still visibly shortening before their eyes.
Max: “Aaaaaand, one last step!~”
With that, loud sloshing noises could be heard.  Then suddenly, the cum-inflated belly disappeared into the front of Max's torso in mere seconds!  The lagomorph turned around, patting his flat tummy and licking his lips.
Max: “Mmmm, gonna keep that load nice and close!~  Oh, uh, don't be too alarmed!  I just put it all into my hyperspace!  Dale is still safe in there, and still swimming up to his neck in your jizz!~”
Vinny: “Woah, that's... hot and convenient!~”
Max: “C'mon, didn't you do that to my load, too?”
Vinny: “Nah... that was instant digestion!~”

	Max approached Vinny, then sat right next to him at the head of the bed, side by side, while the dragon's cock continued retracting in size.
Max: “I wanted Dale to marinate in your juices overnight.  That way, he might finally get a chance to be hyperized by you!~”
Vinny: “Alright, but ya'd better let him out in the mornin' before we leave.  If I end up winnin', I'd end up accidentally digestin' Dale too, and he don't deserve that.”
Max: “Hmmm... you still honestly think you stand a chance, huh?”
Vinny: “Ugh...” He gave a dejected sigh. “From what I've seen and felt... and tasted, I'd say I've gotta 30% chance of winnin' tomorrow.  I don't like those odds, but...  losin' to you doesn't seem so bad, cutey!~”
Max: “Mmph, looking forward to it!~  So... see you in the morning, then?”  The dragon rolled his eyes.
Vinny: “It's like... 7pm!  I mean, I do gotta go to work early tomorrow, but we can like, watch TV or somethin'!”
Max: “Oh.  Alright, I'll be sure to lay off the caffeine!”

	With Vinny's cock back to its default size, the two got off the bed and returned to the living room.  Max got onto the sofa first while Vinny grabbed the remote and turned the TV back on, staying on the gay vore porn channel that they loved.  He sat back into the corner of the sectional as they watched the show in progress.  It was a huge muscular tiger taking a shower in a gym's shower room.  A pair of short foxes were orally worshiping his hyper balls, which squirmed with prey inside, while the tiger's thick hyper cock bobbed overhead, overpowering another victim in its urethra.
Max: “So, since you've got such a dangerous job, I'm certain you've got a will and such already prepared in case something happens, right?”
Vinny: “Well, yeah.  I've got killer life insurance, no pun intended, and loads o' savings.  It's all goin' to friends an' family.  Actual family, not like mafia stuff.  I'm not dumb enough to set it up so my own employers can profit offa my death!”
Max: “What about Dale, though?”
Vinny: “Sorry, he's gonna need a new roommate.”  Eyes on the TV, he idly pat Max atop the head.  “What about you, though?  What'll happen if I kill ya?”
Max: “Woah.  I haven't really thought of that!  Well,... it'd certainly sadden my partner Sam, but... I'm sure he'll find out some comically contrived way to resurrect me!  I am one of the main characters after all!~  Oh, and he'd certainly track you down to get revenge!~  Though... if I couldn't handle you, I don't know how... ah, nevermind, he's real smart, he'll think of something!~”
Vinny: “So in other words... either you reunite me wit' Banks Calzzonni in Hell after no doubt wipin' out the entire Suscombo gang in a kinky and voracious rampage, or I set up the remainin' Freelance Police wit' a sequel hook!”  Max smiled and pat the dragon on the thigh.
Max: “I swear you're reading ahead!~  Don't spoil it, though!”
The dragon gently hugged the lagomorph against his side.
Vinny: “I love you, Max.~”
Max: “I love you too, Vinny.~”

Chapter Three
War of Nutrition

***

	Somewhere in Hell was a supernaturally large movie theater.  Seemingly limitless rows of seats longer than the eye could see, each higher than the row before it, but the screen always appeared perfectly centered in the viewer's eyes, so that every seat was the best seat in the house.  No aisles existed either; occupants found their seat by magically warping next to the friends they wished to watch with, and could warp back to the lobby when they wished to leave or have a break.  This also meant no loud strangers were around, even though there could've been thousands or millions of souls in the same viewing.  All of this impossible architecture was in service to the sin of Sloth.

	Naturally, this setting was described because this was were the Calzzonni gang was hanging out.  At least, all of the vore lovers who agreed to stay by Banks's side.  First was a row of the minor characters.
Bobby the bull was on the far left end, having gained quite a bit of bulk from all the previous vore fun.  Unable to put himself into the bodies others, he fit his new pred-only role pretty well.
Bruce the crocodile rested his legs atop of his massive blue balls filling the empty seats in front of him.  Each was now as large as his own body.
Bruno the shark shoveled handfuls of popcorn into his mouth from what appeared to be a bottomless paper tub of popcorn.  Being unable to put others' bodies into his own meant that he was the only member who couldn't sate his appetite with his friends, so naturally he was getting quite hungry.
Billy the otter was shared some of the popcorn, while holding a very small demon on his lap.  He idly rocked his hips, casually fucking the demon up the ass, even while it slept.
Basil the elephant looked down at the demonic tome opened on his lap.  “The demons of Sloth are too lazy to resist any of our ambitions, so it'll serve your curse of lust well!  It doesn't matter how rough you get, it will always bore them to sleep.”
Blake the rhinoceros idly rubbed his left hand along Basil's thigh, looking like he'd be smiling if he had a mouth.  He also felt up the final neighbor with his right hand.
Larry the squirrel was glad that he didn't have to worry about blocking the view for anyone behind them, due to his height.  None of the other members of his group joined them; even Laika the cheetah left them out of fear.

	Three rows ahead of them sat the larger members of their group.  The double entendre on the term “members” was deliberate.
Birch was the new name of a sentient disembodied horse cock, the fusion of four horse brothers.  It was over 4 feet thick and 25 feet long now, having grown from feeding on its friends and willing bystanders.  It was coiled up on the right side many rows in front of Larry, coiling twice around its own testicles, one loop outside the other, and it rested its head atop those balls, facing forward.
Bub the demon was off to the left.  The small blue demon was fully nude now except for his nerdy glasses.  He sat atop his massive ballsack, sinking down and relaxing his back against his balls much bigger than himself.  His blue cock was much smaller now, but still 1 foot thick and 6 feet long.  It laid softly over a few rows of seats below him.
And finally, Banks the deer sat between these two.  Now, he was more endowed than all of them combined!  He laid atop testicles taller than even Larry, and could barely see over his giant 8 feet thick penis due to the incline of the theater.  His flesh gently pressed against both Birch and Bub, and his cock veered forward off into darkness, the end could not be seen.

Bub: “Nnn, this is a much greater change of atmosphere!~  I can't thank you enough for slaying my overlords, Banks!~”
Banks: “I pretty much had no choice!  I promised I'd eat you, and they were all in the way!~  Not to mention, their size progression helped me build up to handle you!~”
Bub: “Nnn, you do carry my mass so well!~  Not to mention I can walk now without the concealment clothes.”
Banks: “How come everyone else kept their size, but you reformed back to normal?”
Bub: “Nyuh, long story, but basically demonic gains are fleeting, to prevent our flesh from overflowing Hell.  Damned souls are supposed to show many marks for the fates they've suffered.  Nyuh, also, expect diminishing returns for eating the same people over and over again.  You'll just write over the old mass they gave you with their new mass.”
Banks: “So nothing will happen when I eat Birch again?”
The horse cock pointed its head inquisitively towards the deer, but couldn't say anything, then returned to rest.
Bub: “Nnn, you'll grow if they're bigger than they were last time!~  By the difference.  Also, I'm certain they'll still sate your voracious curse for a long while.  Nnn, speaking of which, how are the Sloth demons treating you?”
Banks: “Hehe, I can barely feel them sliding into my cock tip, but I think it's keeping it under control.”

	They turned back towards the screen magically in front of them.
Banks: “Oh, Vincent.  I love him so much!~  I still think he has a fighting chance against Max!”
Bub: “Nnn, who do you want to win?”
Banks: “Frankly... I hope it's a double kill!~  Mmph, I'd finally be able to devour them both together!~”
Bub: “Nnn, looks like the final scene is starting.  Dim the lights!”

***

	Max was woken up by the smell of coffee brewing.  He had a tired and annoyed look, noticing that he was alone in Vinny's massive bed.  He yawned and stretched, then lazily climbed out of the bed to make his way into the master bathroom.  Max casually plugged the drain of the bathtub, then sat on the edge.  Still looking sleepy, he suddenly grew his hyper-anus, giving it a diameter as tall as his upper half!  He allowed Vinny's cum to pour free, filling the tub halfway.  At some point, Dale slipped free as well, splashing into the tub, but oddly still sleeping.  Max stopped the flow and shrank his anus away just as rapidly as it appeared.  Then he stood and turned, and adjusted the sleeping black bunny upright to keep his head well above the rim so he wouldn't drown in semen.  The white lagomorph smiled as he started to feel wakeful.  Next, he partially grew his penis, letting it become as thick as his waist, but almost no length.  It looked like only hyper glans attached directly to his crotch!  He childishly tickled the huge tip with just one finger, then squinted one eye shut as he easily came.  He filled the remaining half of the bathtub with his own semen, until it was up to Dale's neck.  Finally, Max shrank his cockhead away, then turned to leave.  Since the other rabbit was still asleep, Max talked quietly to himself.

Max: “I'll give him a mixture of both of us, since one of us is gonna die today.~  That'll help him grow hyper, just in case he needs to attract a new roommate.~”
He paused by the bathroom door, looking confused.  He ran his hands over his sides and hips, shaking his rump.  Then he suddenly became alarmed!  He dashed back to the bathtub full of semen, bent over the side, then plunged his arm into the sticky opaque mixture.  He felt around, briefly feeling Dale's legs and already larger soft cock.  Then he grabbed something metal, and was immediately relieved.  Max stood up and pulled his gun free from the pool of cum.  He smiled and licked it clean, feeling a bit of its magical life when the pistol quivered against his tongue, as if pleasured.  Max quivered as well, as if there was some connection between his gun and himself!  Gripping it firmly in one hand, the rabbity-thing stared at his weapon and focused.  Soon enough, the barrel animated, twisting before him!  It stretched its muzzle wide, and elongated towards Dale.  Then Max frowned, and the Luger instantly snapped back to its normal shape.  He bared his wicked teeth again, confident in his new abilities.  Finally, he casually shoved the gun back up his ass, then left the black bunny alone to soak in semen.

	Max made his way to the kitchen, and saw the black dragon casually finishing his coffee mug.  Vinny stood up, fully dressed in a dark pinstripe suit, looking quite elegant save for his hyper bulge which nearly touched the ground.
Max: “Good morning, Vinny!~  Ready when you are!”
Vinny: “It smells like you released Dale.  I guess I don't hav'ta lock the door, then.”  With his hands in his jacket pockets, the dragon exited the apartment.
Max: “Oh, wait, I'm actually not ready!  Just a sec.”  The lagomorph grabbed the telephone by the door, then dialed a number.  He saw Vinny already heading downstairs while he impatiently waited 30 seconds.
Max: “Heya Sam, it's me!~  These might be my last words, but I'm on my way to snuff the Suscombo gang!~  If you don't hear back from me in, say, three hours, then I'm probably fuckin' dead!~  Or gravely wounded, or held captive or, uh... yeah, I gotta go!  See ya!~  Unless you don't.”

	Max hung up then hurried down the stairs, hopping many steps at a time to catch up with Vinny.  He reunited with the dragon right outside of the apartment building.
Max: “So, are we just walking?”
Vinny: “Traffic's murder this time o' mornin'.  And I don't get along wit' taxis, for both personal and professional reasons.”
Max: “Hehe, have you ever had to gobble up a cabbie for ripping you off?~”
Vinny: “...The answer to your exact question is 'No'. ...Have I ever been paid to assassinate a taxi cab driver?  Yes.”
Max: “Mmmm!~  Hot DAMN, do I love your sexy outfit!~  If I ever had to go solo, I'd probably get myself a swank-ass suit in my size, to let everyone know I'm pro and not just goblin-mode all the time!”
Vinny: “Got no idea where ya'd get 'em in your size.  But my personal advice?  Don't invest too much into your outfit until ya've got enough growth control to stop havin' wardrobe malfunctions.”
Max: “Duly noted!~”

	Max and Vinny casually chatted together as they walked along the busy city streets.  They would bring up eating people alive just as commonly as they spoke about city living or current events.  Nobody interrupted them, likely because they either respected or feared the dragon. Max was still interjecting flirty remarks, but Vinny's reactions were now coldly factual, even while calmly describing his deadly job duties.  Max didn't realize that by focusing on the dragon, he was making no effort to memorize the path to the Suscombo hideout.  Likely he was overconfident enough to assume he would only need this one trip to eliminate the whole problem!

	The two made their way further from the busy city and deeper down old alleyways.  They passed many mean-looking groups, which quietly dispersed upon sight of the duo.  Soon enough, they made it to an industrial zone full of rusty buildings and spacious lots.  Vinny walked up to the gate of a fence topped with barbed wire, then stopped.
Vinny: “Well, this is it.  Walkin' past this gate would be trespassin' on Suscombo turf.  Take one step past this line, and you will die instantly, capisce?”
Max: “Oh gawd, I can't wait!~  See you in Hell, sweetie!~”

	The sharply-dressed black dragon unlocked the gate, then walked through.  He casually strolled along with his hands in his jacket pockets, with his hyper bulge bouncing in front of him, and his back turned to the little lagomorph.  The gate was oddly left wide open.  Max made a wicked grin, then starting tip-toeing in an exaggerated manner.  He quietly made his way up to the painted white line, then stretched his leg out, putting down his toes as far as he could on the asphalt past the line.

*BLAM!!*

	Max's upper half instantly fell backwards, with his feet anchored to ground in the awkwardly spread position he was caught in, and the back of his head hit the pavement!  Vinny coldly glared backwards through the smoke rising from the barrel of his hand-cannon, which appeared to be a shiny new Desert Eagle.  He stared quietly with his gun still aimed.  The white rabbity-thing's body wasn't moving, but oddly stiff, with feet still on the ground.  Right as the dragon lowered his guard, Max suddenly stood right up, as if he just finished limboing, having not moved from where he stepped!  He flashed a smile, clearly showing off the bullet that he just caught with his pointy teeth, before swallowing it.

	Vinny reacted with more shots, but Max clumsily threw himself to the side, and rolled out of the way behind some rusty barrels.  Max's cover was hit by followup shots, two of which punched through, narrowly missing his big head to each side.  The lagomorph equipped his Luger, then blindly fired two shots back over his cover.  Vinny ducked back, then ran towards the nearby warehouse in a low stance at an alarming speed.  Max peeked around the side of a rusty barrel with one eye, then saw that Vinny was gone.  He gripped his gun with both hands, then sprinted out in the open towards the same building until he slammed his back against the outside wall.

	Max was behind the corner from the entrance.  With one big ear against the brick wall, he could hear that Vinny wasn't alone.  He peeked around, seeing that the entrance looked empty from here.  Clearly a deathtrap, he thought, and fun as it'd be to intentionally fall for it, he figured it would be easier, and sexier, to eliminate them one at a time!  He licked his lips, thinking about all kinds of deadly new tricks to try with his living gun!  He held the barrel upright and concentrated.  Then his attention was drawn to two bullet holes in the brick wall, knowing where they were before he saw them.  Max not only had a connection to his gun, but its bullets, too!  He focused a little harder.  Spent casing rolled on the asphalt from where he shot from moments ago, and a pair of metal slugs dislodged from the bullet holes.  The spent bullets quickly hovered in the air back in front of Max, then met with their respective casings.  Despite how bullets are supposed to work, they merged back into two fully intact bullets!  Then they flew backwards into the Luger's open barrel, then somehow returned to their home in the ammo magazine.  Max's grin was as wicked as ever, knowing that his weapon was not only prehensile, but also had controllable bullets!

	After quietly unshooting his gun twice, Max peeked upwards and noticed some second story windows with balconies.  He was easily able to climb the rough bricks with one hand full, stealthily scaling the wall up to the next level.  He quietly sat next to the closest open window, and could hear breathing right inside.  Max also heard distant commotion, and quickly deduced that whoever was behind this window was quite large, and more importantly alone.  The lagomorph held his gun against the wall with the tip right to the edge of the window, then started working his magic!

	The barrel quietly elongated and twisted against the side of the window, as foot after foot of barrel grew right out of the receiver and moved like a snake.  It was reaching up into the air, above the window frame, then the muzzle yawned wide open!  Max smiled when he heard the muffled shout of his prey under stretched living metal!  His tongue hung free from his mouth and he closed his eyes, he could feel how wide the barrel stretched around his victim, and even taste them!  From these details, Max deduced that he was gun-voring a horse.  The prehensile barrel changed angles, now holding the horse sideways as they kicked helplessly in the air.  The rabbity-thing opened his eyes in time to watch the massive bulge get swallowed through the open window.  Just like with the squirrel before, the prey was pulled through the receiver, then fed into the massively stretching grip-stomach in Max's hand!  It was still supernaturally weightless, so the lagomorph was able to hold the squishy sphere like a beach-ball in his palm!  The gun had finished swallowing, and retracted its barrel to normal size.  As much as Max wanted to savor this kill, he knew that reinforcements could arrive at any moment.  He quickly started digesting the horse with his gun's grip, and licked the wooden texture.  He then held the bulging grip upwards, and lewdly kissed the magazine well.  As the bulge shrank and flattened, gurgling came from the gun's stomach, and gulping came from the rabbity-thing's throat.  The horse was digested into fresh ammo magazines, then ejected right down Max's throat!  A little while later, the Luger was back to its old size, and Max had swallowed four mags.  All that remained of the horse was a fresh magazine loaded into the hungry gun!

	Max aimed his gun back into the open window, and was somehow able to sense that the coast was clear, almost like he could use the gun's barrel as a periscope.  Then he climbed inside, and quietly walked around the dark catwalks with his pistol ready.  Certainly, Vinny was raising the alarm, so Max would have to work quickly if he wanted to enjoy any more stealth-vore opportunities.  He scoped the area around the wide open entrance which Vinny escaped into earlier.  The walkway upstairs was clear, but Max could make out four thugs below watching and aiming at the entrance from different angles.  Right below him, isolated in a dark corner, was a slim black cat.  The lagomorph sat with his back against the railing, watching his immediate surroundings while letting his Luger attack from above!  The barrel elongated again, hung over the rail, then dipped straight down above the unwary cat.  It stretched its muzzle open, then silenced its prey by clamping over his head, down to the shoulders!  The gun barrel worked its tip down to the waist before it shortened its length, getting a good grip and lifting its victim into the air.  Nobody noticed the cat getting snatched straight upwards by the hungry tube.  The muzzle quietly slurped all the way over the cat past his feet, trapping him entirely within the stretched living metal hanging right behind Max's back.  Sadly, he was in a hurry.  The Luger gurgled, and the bulging barrel got smoother and thinner, rapidly digesting the cat in the barrel!  Max then stood and walked without even looking back, easily killing another criminal with his gun without even shooting!  The barrel snapped back to its normal size, and the rabbity-thing reflexively caught the extra ammo magazine, sliding it up his ass.  Logic would dictate that this was the last part of the horse by the window, and that the cat was currently loaded!

	The other three guards would be more trouble.  Directly in front of the doorway, in the light, was a furry pig aiming a shotgun over a splintered desk.  In the opposite corner was a coyote and a golden retriever side-by-side with their handguns drawn behind a stack of wooden pallets.  It seems that the pair would spot each other, and also the pig in front of them.  Max silently wished that his gun could be in two places at once.  He inspected the Luger, then ejected the magazine.  He looked at the ammo in one hand, the empty pistol in the other, then gave himself another wicked grin!

	Max moved over to the opposite corner, above the two canines.  Then, he carefully lobbed the 9mm magazine back towards the center.  The lagomorph winced when it hit the rail, but it still toppled over and fell down.  The pig heard the noise, and peeked in a few directions quickly, but didn't think to look straight up, and was trying not to be distracted from the entrance he was guarding.  However, just three seconds later, he was deafened and blinded, and he had no idea how!  The little mag fell upside-down, then its feed lips stretched wide open just in time to swallow the boar's head at once!  The shell stretched and elongated down over the body of its prey, while still leaving its thin window where one could barely see who was being eaten by the steel tube.  The eight rounds inside animated, becoming considerably thicker and phallic.  Four shoved themselves into the pig's mouth, and the other four up his ass, tearing a hole through his pants.  The victim still had no idea what was happening, but seemed to enjoy getting bullet-raped by the living ammunition!  He quickly came in his clothes, before getting rapidly digested by living metal.  The tube became much thinner, and shortened too while gurgling away the body.  Soon, all that lay on the ground was a 9mm ammo magazine for a Luger, only extended to triple length, with 24 rounds loaded!

	Max wasn't able to watch his first scene of magazine-vore, since he had to kill two more thugs before they noticed.  When the thrown munitions fell, Max had attacked immediately afterwards, gingerly dropping his empty pistol over the railing.  This time, he peeked downwards over the edge to watch.  It was only a second or two after the pig's head was gulped when the Luger yawned open its magazine well and landed over the golden retriever's head!  The dog could only make some muffled cries as his face bulged out the hungry gun's grip.  The coyote right next to him never noticed what happened to the boar, but instead turned to check on his partner.  He got a brief glimpse of the dog struggling with something on his head, which was hard to make out due to its deformed shape.  The coyote opened his mouth, but was quickly silenced by the pistol's barrel thrusting out its length, and cramming its muzzle into the other canine's gaping maw!

	The Luger wiggled side to side to stretch more of its magazine well over the retriever's body, while growing out even more barrel length, making it twist and coil, and spinning the coyote around a few times to wrap around his neck and shoulders.  Both prey dropped their own guns once their upper arms were bound.  Once the dog was over halfway eaten by the grip, the gun was constricting around all of the coyote's upper half, with its muzzle still stuffed into his throat.  It then lifted him off of the ground, and started lewdly thrusting down his throat!  At first, the coyote was terrified to have a gun pointed into his mouth, but then he decided he was simply mistaken when the muzzle softened and changed shape.  It felt, and tasted, like somebody's glans, and the length around him throbbed and was decorated with veins!  The living handgun raped the coyote's mouth as it finished reaching the ground with its magazine well, the wooden texture of its grip now completely over the dog inside, who was forced to curl up.  Both of the canines were making muffled moans of pleasure now, the coyote from getting muzzle-fucked in more ways than one, and the dog from getting pleasantly digested within the grip-stomach.  Soon, the three came together!  The coyote pulled his shorts down with his bound arms just in time to shoot his load on top of the Luger's ejection port, the retriever happily melted away smoothly, and the pistol seemed to shoot something down its long coiling barrel!  Metal cum was fired right down the coyote's throat, stretching his belly with what most likely used to be the dog!

	The empty gun rested its butt on the ground, then lifted the still bound coyote into the air over itself.  Then, it opened its slide to expose its gaping ejection port, then lowered the inflated canine in feet-first!  The last prey was easily consumed, passing straight into the grip-stomach that just digested the dog before filling one meal with the other.  The barrel started to unwind and shorten as the gun quickly ate the coyote with its ejector.  The prey still seemed to enjoy his situation, with his afterglow and how oddly soft and inviting the innards of the hungry little gun were.  The muzzle soon reverted away from its phallic form back to normal, then pulled out of its victim's mouth just in time for the slide to close over it, sealing its meal inside.  Finally, the coyote was digested just as quickly inside of the grip, meaning that the liquefied dog in his belly was processed twice!

	Max was huffing and blushing overhead.  He orgasmed right when the pistol shot its load into the coyote's mouth, having remotely raped the two with his gun!  He realized that at a range, he still felt a partial connection to his gun.  He knew that the pig was consumed by a magazine without seeing it, and that the two canines loved their demise.  Max reached out his hand and concentrated.  Nothing happened.  He was disappointed that the gun wouldn't just fly back into his hand like a magic superhero weapon.  The rabbity-thing peeked around his floor one more time, before slipping through the railing and lowering himself down, gently dropping to the ground floor.  He picked up his handgun, then crawled over to the splintered desk, overjoyed to see how huge of a magazine was created!  He checked the gun's grip, noticing it was stretched wide over four fresh magazines, having not ejected any after digesting the dog and coyote together.  Max pulled them free together, while growing his cock out, short but extra thick.  He absentmindedly shoved these smaller clips down his urethra at once, then immediately shrank his dick out of view!  Then his eyes sparkled as he lifted the extended mag, and loaded the Luger with it, protruding a good distance out of the magazine well.

	Max stared at the magazine well, while silently having an internal monologue.
Max: “That's where you feed ammo in.  So that must be his mouth!”
He tilted it back, then opened the slide on top.
Max: “That's where spent casings are disposed of.  So that's his anus!~”
Then, he stroked the barrel from receiver to muzzle, quivering like he felt it tickle.
Max: “Mmmm, and this is where he shoots his loads from!~  No guesses for which part this is!~”
He dragged his tongue around the barrel, quietly enjoying the connected auto-fellatio.
Max: “Mmph, I love you so much, Loogie!~  Hmmm... I still haven't decided if you're a hungry gun with a mind of its own, or a detachable part of my body that I eat people with!  ...Let's do both!~”

	Max kept his gun close while he quietly walked deeper with his back against the wall.  His big ears told him that over a dozen thugs were waiting for him by the main storage area.  He had left a loading bay, and approached a massive 3-story tall warehouse.  Rows of tall shelves partially blocked the view, loaded with pallets full of boxes.  Scattered about were empty pallets, forklifts, and even desks with very old computers.  The relatively square warehouse had a second and third floor around the edges, with some doors leading to offices and utilities.  The only windows facing outside were some sunroofs.  Despite there being broad daylight, the area was primarily lit by rows of fluorescent light tubes, and a few dangling bulbs under the overhangs.  Max noticed armed goons along the edges of all three floors, with the central storage area being vacated.  There was no sign of Vinny yet.

“RIGHT THERE!!  That's the bunny!”
Max looked to his right, and saw... an enemy bunny.  One with brown fur, in the corner of the first floor.  The small goon drew a handgun, but Max shot first!  The enemy was struck square in the forehead, and fell to the ground.  Seconds later, he found that he wasn't dead yet, but certainly dazed.  He couldn't see, and the loud noises of everyone else gun-fighting was greatly muffled.  He also couldn't stand, as his head felt so heavy.  The brown bunny reached his hands up to feel his head, but he felt something bizarre instead.  His head was fully encased in a sphere of smooth, squishy metal, and his fingers sank right in!  The pain of the impact was soon replaced with the pleasure of being digested, so the bunny was unable to realize what was fully happening, just enjoying his last moments.  The bullet that struck him had become an amorphous metal blob, expanding and converting its prey into more living metal.  The bunny quietly came in his pants as he was bullet-vored, but nobody else noticed his body being pulled into the bullet blob.  The bullet finished its meal while everyone fought, swallowing the last of the bunny's feet, then fully digesting to become just a person-sized ball of metal.

	Max had pressed forward after taking the first shot, using a heavily packed shelf for cover.  There was confused shouting and heavy footsteps in multiple directions.  His ears twitched and his eyes raced, no longer having a good view from cover.  The lagomorph peeked upwards to the left around a box, and noticed a giraffe on the third floor glaring right at him!  The thug called out and fired a pistol, hitting the ground right behind Max.  The rabbity-thing reacted by carefully aiming his Luger back.  The giraffe fired again, but in that very instant, Max's gun reacted!  The barrel twisted to one side and yawned open its muzzle, and caught the enemy's bullet in midair!  Max then pulled the trigger, and shot both his bullet and the caught one right back.  The double shot hit the gun in the gangster's hands, but instead of disarming him, they became a metal blob and encased the enemy gun, also binding the giraffe's arms together down to the elbows!  Max quickly fired two extra shots, hitting the giraffe's abdomen and long neck with extra living metal!  The three gray masses quickly expanded in each direction, soon joining together and cocooning the helpless thug in a sheet of amorphous metal.  Bound from knees up to his chin, he managed to fire one more time, making a long spike appear out of his hands, but it quickly rebounded and disappeared, not letting the enemy's bullet escape.  The giraffe's own gun was then absorbed right out of his hands, and the hungry bullets finished covering him completely.  Still standing, his features smoothed out into a shiny silvery pillar, which gently squished downwards into large metal ball, marking the grave of another bullet-vored gangster.

	Max was soon pinned down from gunfire hitting his cover from multiple directions.  At one point, he tensed up, feeling the pain of one of his ears being shot!  He ducked a bit lower and felt along the length of his erect ears, both to be safe.  The pain passed quickly, becoming a pleasant buzz, but the rabbity-thing couldn't find the wound.  It must've been a glancing blow, and Max was disappointed that he didn't get a cool scar to show off.  Meanwhile, an enemy was quietly sneaking up on Max from the left.  A crow wielding a big knife, not making a sound as he slowly approached.  As he carefully put his talon down around the corner, he lost his balance as he lifted his other foot.  One of the spent bullet casings from the Luger had rolled over to this corner while everyone was fighting.  It sat upright before the corner, and when the crow's talon came down, the casing yawned its opening wide and swallowed the bird's foot!  The empty brass shell then opened and stretched upwards to grab the other foot midstep.  By the time the crow looked down to see what he stepped in, the casing had already eaten him past the knees!  He felt the sensation of sinking into the ground as his legs were rapidly digested, and the hungry shell grew plump with living brass.  The bird couldn't quite figure what was happening, but he was immobilized and lost feeling in his legs.  He was doomed, but had one final chance.  Swallowed past his abdomen, the crow twisted his torso, then throw his knife at Max!  Immediately after the throw, his vision was blocked by the casing suddenly reaching its lip up over his arms and head, reducing him to a gurgling ball of brass.  Right before the flying knife hit Max, another empty casing hopped upwards, stretched its opening, and swallowed the knife right out of the air!  It careened over Max's head, and was already digested down to its old size before it hit the ground.  “Mmmm, nice save, Loogie!  Looks like your casings are part of the team, too!~”

	Max heard a shot from much closer, hitting his cover from above.  He ducked backwards, intuiting that it came from right above him, from the third floor.  The lagomorph blindly fired straight upwards, hitting the ceiling, and likely alarming the attacker.  Then, the bullet dislodged from the roof, and floated towards the wall.  Max gave a wicked grin as he heard a painful yelp, when his bullet redirected and struck the unseen enemy from behind!  He peeked upwards in time to notice a tiger had fallen over the rail right over him.  Max adjusted his stance just a little bit, and the Luger's slide folded open, catching the tiger in its gaping ejection port!  The gun once again felt weightless in Max's hands, not even feeling the impact of a whole tiger falling two stories.  The massive feline sank into the stretched gun from above, but instead of being swallowed down into the grip where the ammo was, it instead stretched its receiver, obscenely bulging the area behind the barrel.  It took about ten seconds for the pistol to fully ejector-vore the tiger, closing its stretched folding slide over a man-shaped bulge three times the size of Max, filling his view.  He licked his lips as he felt his gun quickly digest its prey, not into a magazine this time, but clearly into the shape of a mega-sized bullet!

	Max had to peek around the massive bulge atop his gun to see where he was aiming.  He soon blocked a few rounds accidentally with the bulge!  Some ricocheted off, but some sank into the living metal, being absorbed into the forming mega bullet.  Max saw a pack of four thugs across from him on the second floor.  He braced himself, then pulled the trigger.
*BOOM!!!*
A deafening blast shook the building, causing the windows to rattle and junk to clumsily fall off of the highly stacked shelves.  The mega bullet easily punched straight through all of the shelves and boxes in the way, tunneling straight at the enemy pack.  Like a cannonball, the mega bullet which used to be a tiger easily destroyed the railing, and hit the tightly packed goons, rolling on the ground before crashing into the wall behind them.  The living metal ball rested against this wall, with random arms and legs sticking out of its surface!  The limbs were absorbed inside, and a few struggling faces pressed the metal skin outwards from within.  Their efforts were futile, as the bulges were soon smoothed out by digestive gurgles.  Max was overjoyed to earn a four-in-one collateral kill!  That is, after standing back up, as the recoil of shooting the massive bullet knocked him backwards.  The Luger was back to its original size and shape, but still copiously smoking out of its muzzle.  Max glared at the rising gun-smoke, thought about some bizarre things, then shook his head.  “Naw, let's save that for some other time.  This is weird enough as it is!~”

	Max realized as bullets whizzed by that he had destroyed his immediate cover.  He rubbed his hand over a stinging spot on his shoulder, but he felt no wounds.  Was this like the near-miss on his ears?  The rabbity-thing reacted by diving forward, passing through some shelves and burying himself under scattered debris.  Even though he was now in the center of the huge room, he was basically swimming through boxes, making him hard to track.  Of course, he couldn't see outwards either, and the noises of enemy gunshots and panicked shouts were being muffled, yet still the most noticeable signal.  Max remembered how he shot the tiger on the third floor before he even knew it was a tiger, using his redirectable bullets.  So even outside of tickling his fetish for extremely unusual vore, his living gun also gave him brand new combat techniques!  Max closed his eyes, then fired the Luger straight up.  Remaining enemies around the room focused their attention on the burst of fragmented cardboard floating over the junk pile, looking for Max when they should have been looking for the bullet that just escaped.  It came to a stop in mid-air, high above the shelving.  It rotated on the spot, and somehow grew in size.  Two black spots appeared on the front, followed by a horizontal line.  The line opened to reveal Max's signature jagged white teeth, and its eyes opened along with its lips!  The animate bullet was now as big as Max's head, while also sporting his features, and saw an otter armed with a small pistol on the third floor.

Max: “Bingo!~”
The otter looked up to the voice, taking a few seconds to spot the living bullet staring at him from midair.  At that moment, the bullet started flying forward with its mouth agape, and the otter panicked!  He managed to fire twice at the large projectile, but both shots flew right into its mouth, only serving to feed the hungry bullet!  Max's voice went “gulp” twice, before it flew right into the otter, and clamped its gaping maw over his head!
Max: “HOMF!!  Nom, nom, gulp, mmph!  Mmmm~”
The Max-bullet made happy eating noises as it quickly worked its teeth down over the hapless otter's body.  The living metal stretched tightly over the squirming prey, and it didn't take too long for it to completely devour the shorter gangster.  It soon took the familiar form of a squishy metal sphere with the bulges of hands and a face trying to escape, before being digested and smoothed out moments later.  Max's face rotated around as if looking backwards, and licked its lips, realizing that it was being watched!
Max: “Delightful!~  You guys are making such great gun-snacks, keep it up!~”

	A black bear and a tall monitor lizard had watched the otter digest right in front of them, then opened fire at the living bullet.  The Max-bullet switched to a disappointed expression, then closed its eyes and mouth.  The shots clearly had no effect, and the metal blob no longer had a face on it.
Max: “Up here, now!~”
They both looked up, and saw another head-sized bullet hovering in the air over the bear, pointed upwards.  It suddenly dropped, letting gravity take its course, but shape-shifted.  The burnt flat bottom of the bullet grew out a ring shape, which gaped open in midair.  The black bear's response was muffled by the bullet's ring slurping over his head, down to his neck!  The bullet was anal-voring him!  Max's mouth was on the side of the bullet towards the lizard, able to speak while its metal body stretched and swallowed the bear's shoulders into its pucker.
Max: “Hehe, you guys didn't notice me fire another shot among all of your own pointless shots!  Which I had to, since uh... it doesn't look like these things can fly on their own again after absorbing somebody's mass.”
The reptile aimed his gun at the talking bullet eating his ally, but then lowered his guard.  The bullets demonstrated themselves bulletproof, and it basically had a hostage; he'd probably harm the bear more than the monster eating him.  As it stretched down to the bear's waist, the face on the tip slipped forward, so that the eyes could see the lizard.  Max gave the hesitating lizard an oddly warm smile.
Max: “It's okay, you can just watch.  I mean, I'm still gonna kill both of you, but since there's nothing you can do about it, why not just enjoy it, sweetie?~”

	It was difficult for the monitor lizard to keep his cool while seeing the bear's face stretching out the bullet tip right between Max's eyes.  He froze up, baffled by what was happening.  The Max-bullet started to digest, wiping away the bear's features while descending its squishy gray pucker lower to the ground.  The bullet soon sat upright on the floor, in a plump and lumpy shape as it finished processing the bear away.
“...How the fuck are you doing that?”
Max: “I made a wish!~  I think, I haven't reread this story yet, but it probably happened at the end of chapter one!”
“You wished you were a bullet with a face on it?”
Max: “Naw, I wished that my gun could eat people!~  I'm just controlling them remotely!”
“So you're still...”
The monitor lizard had a surge of confidence, then suddenly darted towards the railing!  He blindly fired his gun into the scattered boxes, clearly trying to kill Max directly instead of fighting the fragments of the man-eating gun!  The fattened bullet chuckled.
Max: “Hehe, clever!  Of course, since you're resisting now...”

	Max's face opened its toothy mouth, then stuck out its tongue.  It was thicker than usual, and stretched out extremely long!  Without moving from where it sat, the bullet stopped the lizard by capturing him with its prehensile tongue!  The reptile was bound by silvery coils, and lifted off of the floor.  It didn't take too long to completely cocoon the tall lizard from head to toe in tongue-wrapping.  With its mouth full of thick tongue, the bullet could only make pleasured moans at his prey's flavor.  The tongue coils constricted in place around their meal, but oddly did not pull back towards the bullet's mouth.  The reptile now made clear bulges against the tight metal, and the tangled length seemed to melt into each other.  The living metal in the tongue was now digesting him on the spot!  He gurgled away as quickly as the rest of them, leaving the hyper tongue with a massive round bulge at its tip.  The tongue finally reeled itself back into the toothy maw while the tip flattened and lengthened, turning the lizard's mass into a few extra meters of metal tongue length, which the bullet also swallowed after licking its lips.
Max: “Mmph, amazing as always!~  Gee, are we almost done?  This is getting easy!~”

	Max's face faded from the plump living metal, and then he opened his real eyes.  He couldn't help making some joyful moans, as he remembered the taste of prey that he consumed with remote mouths and anuses.  So of course, there was one more body part he wanted to project more!  He gripped the handle tightly in one hand, and rubbed his smooth crotch with the other.  The lagomorph leaned over, then dragged his long tongue around the Luger's barrel, moaning softly as he felt like he was teasing his own hidden cock.  His breathing and rubbing sped up as he masturbated with his pistol, until he felt the gun's grip clench in his hand.  Then...
*BANG!!* … *BANG!!* … *BANG!!*
Max's gun fired three shots in succession, without his finger even on the trigger!  His gun-gasm launched amorphous metal masses which hovered in midair.  Then they transformed and grew, into a trio of penis shapes!  Each was two feet long, and endowed with a matching ballsack.  Finally, they pointed in unison at a kangaroo on the second floor.  He briefly caught a glimpse of them before one suddenly flew directly into his mouth!

“MMPH!!  AGHK!!  Mmmun ugugk!  Aeogh... Uuu.  Hmph?  Hmm... Mmmm!~  Hmhm!~”
The roo was shocked by the bullet-cock forcing its way into his mouth and gagging him, but gradually warmed up to his predicament as he felt it slowly fuck his throat.  He was soon sucking on the soft metal shaft raping his face, and he barely noticed the other two bullets slowly fly underneath him.  The second bullet grabbed the waist of his shorts with a curve and pulled them down, before it gently slid inside of the kangaroo's anus.  The third bullet rubbed against his crotch, wrapping its length around the roo's erection and hugging balls-to-balls, frotting with him.  The roo lay down his weapon, then laid on his back, relaxing and allowing Max to remotely bullet-fuck him.  Soon, the metal dicks in his mouth and ass hilted together, and the one around his own dick penetrated his urethra.  All of their literal balls of steel throbbed and clenched, and the kangaroo moaned as he felt himself get filled with liquid metal from the cumming bullet-cocks.  The already bottom-heavy roo was inflated in his belly and balls, then he felt the lower cocks slither all the way into his ass and penis!  He pulled the long bullet-dick from his throat, then gave it a playful kiss on its glans.

“Mmmm!~  Thanks, sweetie.  I saw what you did to some of the other guys.  Looks like I got lucky!~  I know you're about to eat me, but can I at least watch you finish off everyone else?~”
The prehensile cock-bullet wagged its head vertically to nod, then gently slithered around the roo's neck, resting on his shoulders like a snake.  He sat upright, then saw another penis-shaped bullet sailing in the air.  It attacked a goat right across from him, yawning its tip wide open to clamp over the goat's head.  The smaller thug was rapidly devoured, swallowed through the metal length into one of the bullet's testicles.  The bigger ball had signs of kicking for just a second before it digested and averaged out the mass between both balls.  The kangaroo watching smiled and touched himself low, but he felt something puzzling.  His body, from the waist down to knees, was no longer flesh, but transformed to living metal from within!  Once he realized that this was how he was being slowly eaten, he calmed down and let it happen.

	The roo looked around, then realized that Max had fired quite a few bullet-cocks while he was distracted.  The fighting seems to have stopped, too.  No more gunshots, just moans of pleasure as the rest of his gang enjoyed being remotely fucked to death by the rabbity-thing's living gun.  He had a great view an orca laying down, with arms and lower half bound by a pair of coiling cock-bullets.  They were both penetrating his ass, and came shortly after the kangaroo noticed.  The orca was cum-inflated, wearing a blissful expression as he transformed into living metal almost instantly, much faster than the roo was.  He melted into a puddle within just ten seconds.  Up on the third floor, the roo saw a thicker steel penis erect upright, over two meters tall.  It was being hugged by an owl and hyena, who grinded their bodies against it while worshiping the shaft with their tongues.  They hugged harder and closer, squishing their limbs into the soft mass.  Soon, the two horny prey were sinking inside, being absorbed directly into the metal erection.  They seemed willing, happily stroking the hungry cock from within, making hand-bulges in multiple places.  Each throb seemed to erase them more and more.

	On the second floor was a similar upright metal cock, with throbbing balls and a slight curve forward.  Somebody's legs were sticking out from beneath the heavy steel ballsack, who couldn't be identified at this point.  Their legs were pulled deeper underneath the metallic testicles with each contraction, likely being absorbed directly into the scrotum.  Once the prey's feet melted inside, the tilted cock ejaculated, spraying a massive load of liquid metal over a dog watching the scene.  The dog was completely coated in metallic cum, and predictably melted into a puddle on the spot while making muffled orgasmic noises.  Another scene on the ground floor was a small rat, sitting atop a bullet-cock much larger than himself.  With the way he was sitting at the base with the steel between his legs, it appears the artificial penis had attached to his crotch, replacing his endowments with a much greater set.  The rodent tried getting off with his new shiny dick, but found the living metal spreading over his tiny body crotch-first.  He was soon a metal rat with a greatly mismatched cock, then just a round bulge on the base, then finally another disembodied cock-bullet that just enjoyed a snack.  The kangaroo watching all of this suddenly realized that he was also transformed up to his neck already, then just smiled, letting his face melt backwards into the rest of the metal mass consuming him.

	During this commotion, Max had finally left his cover, since all the gun-fighting had stopped.  An opossum was fucking a large metal blob, which formed an anus shape around his dick, and Max was fucking that 'possum up the ass.  The lagomorph's balls rested on the floor below them, and the bulge of his hyper cock pierced through the marsupial's belly, making the bulge penetrate the metal mass right above the previous insertion.  They both slammed their hips in unison and came together.  The shiny blob didn't spill a drop of the opossum's smaller load, and his abdomen inflated with Max's cum against the squishy gray surface.  The blob's pucker then opened wider, then swallowed the bloated belly along with the prey's crotch.  Max gave the 'possum a cute little kiss goodbye on top of his head as the opossum was devoured, who smiled as his head was swallowed soon afterward.

	Max peeked around the warehouse, happy with how quiet everything was.
Max: “The coast is clear!  Everyone's dead!~  ...Almost.  Gawd, that was hot!~  I think it's cleanup time!”
With that, all of the variously sized metal blobs started rolling towards him.  The ones on the upper floor squished around railings then dropped over the edges, plopping down onto the ground.  Max started by grabbing the mass that just absorbed a 'possum, then effortlessly lifted the whole thing overhead as if it weighed nothing!  He playfully opened his mouth, then loudly GULPed the bullet-mass at once, filling his cheeks with a volume two times greater than his own height!  Then he gave a loud swallow, stretching his throat, and making it all vanish without a trace, snapping back to his usual small body.

	More bullet blobs rolled up to Max, surrounding him on each side.  They fed themselves into a myriad of his orifices, disappearing bulgelessly into his smaller body as quickly as they were swallowed.  Penis, anus, toes, navel, nipples, ears, even nostrils.  Some blobs seem to split before being eaten, possibly ones that digested multiple victims into living metal.  In the open area next to the rabbity-thing was another odd sight.  The Luger ate some blobs on its own!  It stretched and swallowed soft shiny masses into its muzzle, ejection port, and magazine well, compressing them down into its swelling grip.  A pair of bullet-masses even absorbed each other!  One transformed into a giant empty Luger magazine, then sucked the other into the thin window on the side, stretching larger, then gurgling down until it was full of appropriately over-sized 9mm bullets.  Impractical at this size, it transformed again, breaking apart into a pile of regular ammo magazines.  The gun joined it, elongating its grip to hold its magazine well over the pile, then dumped several dozen into the collection.

	Max, now with smooth crotch and having effortlessly devoured the rest of the bullet-blobs, took a running start, then dove right into the stockpile like it was a pile of leaves!  Happy eating noises could be heard, and the pile reduced itself from within.  The lagomorph was no doubt eating them with all of his different holes again.  After a minute or so, the little white bunny was full of ammo, standing with some loose magazines disappearing into his earholes and between his teeth, and was alone in the towering storeroom, except with ruined shelves and boxes, and his pistol lying on the floor.  He licked his lips, then walked over and picked up the Luger, spinning it around one finger before grasping it.  Max lost count of how many shots he fired, but his connection to his gun was telling him there was exactly 8 shots loaded.  The extended mag he started with must have reverted in size as it emptied, though it didn't really matter which was loaded now.

	Max did a pose where he peeked back over his shoulder, to catch a glimpse of Vinny leaving one of the office rooms on the ground floor.  The black dragon was nude now, carrying his huge soft scaly cock over his left shoulder, and his Desert Eagle in his right hand.  He effortlessly dragged his scrotum behind his legs, now taller than his waist, and showing the vore bulges of multiple prey inside.
Vinny: “Sorry for the delay, I had to take care o' the cowards who wouldn't fight ya.  Under contract, of course.”
Max: “Ah good, no survivors!~  Not that I'd let them escape, anyway!~”
Vinny: “Gun-vore.  Yeah, that's a new one.  Seems oddly useful.”
Max: “Oh, you don't know the half of it!  I could probably teach you, if I weren't about to kill you!~”
With that, the rabbity-thing casually raised his gun, and aimed it at the dragon who was giving him a mean look.  He fired, but then instantly, Vinny was several inches to the side!  The shot missed, flying into the empty room behind the dragon.  Max blinked a few times in amazement, then moved his attention to that room, with his pistol still raised.  Sure enough, the bullet changed direction and flew back!  Vinny once again side-stepped in a flash, junk and all, this time in the opposite direction, and Max's bullet missed again, flying right back at him!  It plunged right into the open muzzle of the Luger, and the spent casing jumped up and into the ejection port, then the bullet reformed in the receiver, unshooting it and making it ready for reuse.

Max: “Dude!  How'd you do that?!”
Vinny: “Has anyone ever told ya that you got a terrible poker face?”
Max: “Yeah!  All the time!”
Vinny: “Have ya ever seen the movie 'Equilibrium'?  Gun Kata is real!”
Max: “Ooh!  I've been meaning to get around to watching that!  We could have a movie night!~  If we both live somehow.  Or both die, and they got movies in Hell!~”
They both stare at each other for a beat.
Max: “No cutaway gag this time?  C'mon!”

	Max chuckled to himself and shrugged.  In this brief moment of weakness, Vinny sharply drew his own gun and fired!  Four shots in rapid succession suddenly struck Max in the heart, stomach, forehead, and throat!  The lagomorph froze where he stood, black eyes held wide open, shivering subtly.  The enemy's bullets pierced deeply but didn't exit, leaving four large but oddly clean open wounds.  Max stopped holding his breath, panting slowly, but gradually picking up pace.  After getting some time to think, he closed his eyes, then moaned sensually!  The four bullet-holes in his flesh healed themselves, then he panted in pleasure!
Max: “FUCK!!  That's amazing!~”
Vinny, in disbelief, fired four more times into Max's chest.  This time, the rabbity-thing shuddered, licked his lips, and posed with his chest outwards, proudly showing the bullets disappearing into his body and leaving no permanent wounds behind.
Max: “Unf, yeah, keep doing that!~  It feels like you're fucking me with your bullets!~  Mmph, delicious!~”  He then relaxed, just standing there like he wasn't in a gun fight.  “It looks like at some point with my gun connection, my whole body became immune to bullets!  Actually, more than immune!  I felt better after getting shot!~  Hehe, if I were a video game character, I'd probably GAIN hit points when you dealt bullet damage to me!”

	Vinny stood incredulously with his gun still aimed and his hyper cock still cradled in his other arm.  He needed to reload, but realized that it was pointless.  That was when the dragon was startled by something on the ground in front of him.  The Luger's barrel had elongated slowly along the floor, and its muzzle was only a few feet away now!  It likely wasn't noticed before because Vinny was focusing on sudden movements.  The prehensile barrel suddenly attacked upwards, and the hitman reflexively aimed his empty Desert Eagle directly at it.  The stretched muzzle of Max's pistol clamped tightly over the barrel of Vinny's hand-cannon!  The black dragon let go and instantly back-stepped a safe distance, still remarkable agile considering the massive genitalia he had to carry.  It this moment Vinny had both hands free, letting his soft shaft flop onto the ground.  The balls behind him seemed to have smoothed out, marking that he finished digesting his prey from earlier as they fought.

Max: “Your gun's pretty cool too!  Shame that you couldn't eat me with it!~”
The Luger thrashed its muzzle to each side a few times, shaking the Desert Eagle like a dog trying to destroy a chew-toy!  At some point, it let go, flinging the enemy gun into the air towards Max.  The white lagomorph casually gaped his maw wide open, then bit down hard to catch Vinny's gun with his teeth.
Max: “Mmmm!~”
He ran his tongue around the empty gun, seeming to taste it, before drawing it whole into his mouth.  Max sealed his lips and made his cheeks bulge with the gun's shape inside.  But then, there was a loud CRUNCH!  The rabbity-thing's cheeks bobbed in and out, and his jaw worked up and down as he chewed up the steel weapon as easily as an apple!  Seconds later, he swallowed, making the scrapped Desert Eagle slide down his bulging throat before completely vanishing.

	After disarming his opponent, Max made the barrel of his own gun slither towards the dragon.  It reared upwards like a cobra at head level, then lunged again!  Vinny successfully counterattacked, hitting the hungry muzzle from the side with a right hook punch!  Max was stunned, simultaneously being surprised by the hitman's reflexes, and feeling a portion of the pain of being punched.  Vinny grabbed the killer barrel with both hands right behind the muzzle, and wrestled it both ways like he was trying to regain control of a fire-hose.  The lagomorph grit his teeth and struggled, feeling like he was being strangled himself.  The dragon gave a sharp tug, then Max finally let go of the long tubular gun!  Vinny made wrapping motions with both arms, reeling in the length of the living Luger.  The weakening pistol was now getting shorter, reverting to its old size as he wrestled with it.  Meanwhile, the rabbity-thing caught his breath in relief.  He looked up in time to see Vinny with both claw-hands tightly around the sides of the normal-looking Luger.  Finally, the dragon shoved it deeply into his own mouth, and swallowed it whole, sending a prominent bulge down the front of his throat and into his stomach!

	Both of them stood there, panting for breath after mutually devouring each others' weapons.  Vinny looked proud, but Max seemed defeated, focusing on where his gun should be in his opponent's belly.  After a few moments in this stand-off, Max regained his composure, and smiled.
Max: “Hmmm.  I'm not actually a hundred-percent predator.  I've survived a few nights inside of some cuties!~  Mmmm, especially Sam!~  Gawd, I can still feel my gun in your tummy!  It's so soft and warm!~”  The dragon rubbed a hand over his ventral scales.
Vinny: “I already figured out your trick.  Ya want me to swallow you, so you can get your gun back and shoot me from inside!  No dice!  I saw 'Men In Black'.”
Max: “Oooh!~  I like your idea better!  No, see, we really like how it feels in there!~  I was just flirting.”
Vinny: “I thought ya let go o' it to make it stop hurtin' ya?”
Max: “It's more distant now, but there's still a connection.  In fact, there's a trick I figured out recently!”  He started idly rubbing a hand over his smooth crotch.  “Mmmm, it's still in there.  I just, mmph, gotta get super horny again!~  Unf, inside Sam!~  His mouth, ass, navel, cock, ffff,... YES!!”

	A muffled gunshot could be heard from within the dragon, and his stomach rapidly inflated with amorphous mass of a hyper bullet blob!  Max ground his hand against his crotch like he was sanding it, riding out his gun-gasm.  The Luger continued firing more shots, each time blimping out Vinny with more expanding living metal.  The dragon winced and fell backwards, toppling over his own ballsack until he fell to the ground, pinned underneath his massive growing scaly belly.  Max's gun mag-dumped inside of Vinny's stomach, firing a total of eight rounds before it was empty, and the lagomorph finally felt relieved.
Max: “Mmph, awesome!~  There's your fatal mistake, Vinny; eating my living gun while it was still loaded!  I can make it shoot remotely by giving both of us a gun-gasm!~”
The dragon ran his hands and wings over the gigantic scaly belly above him, which was now twice the diameter than he was tall!  It shook, wobbled, and gurgled as he made strained expressions.
Vinny: “Damn.  I saw your bullet-vore earlier.  It's... I can feel them tryin' to digest and absorb me from within.  So much...”
The dragon concentrated, closing his eyes and kneading his bloated stomach.  Meanwhile, Max just watched for a minute or two.  He anticipated watching his opponent melt into a puddle of steel from within, but after an awkwardly long time, he was disappointed.
Max: “So, like... are you dying or not?”  The dragon chuckled this time, now seeming less pained.
Vinny: “I can handle the mass just fine, I've done bigger mass vore!  It's just the sheer amount of absorption force that takes some gettin' used to.  It's gonna take a few days to digest this, but I think I got it!  Looks like your little plan failed, cop guy!~”

	The rabbity-thing balled his hands into fists in frustration.
Max: “Goddammit!  Am I gonna have to crawl down your throat to reload it?!”
Vinny: “There's your fatal mistake, Max; being so one-tracked wit' your vore styles.  The instant ya noticed that the gun-vore wasn't workin', ya should've switched to somethin' else.  Like growin' your cock out to swallow me while I'm stuck here!”
Max: “Ah, good idea!  I...”
That was when the lagomorph was startled by something on the ground in front of him.  The dragon's penis had elongated slowly along the floor, and its glans was only a few feet away now!
Max: “Oh, that's just li-”
Max bit his tongue when Vinny's penis suddenly rose upwards from below and punched him in the jaw like an uppercut!  The partial erection hit him with such a force that he was cartoonishly launched high into the air!  He was dazed as he sailed through the air straight upwards, but regained his senses as he plummeted back down, just in time to see Vinny's gaping urethra waiting for him!  Max fell deep into the hungry cock-hole, and was powerless to resist the muscles of the prehensile penis swallowing him meter after meter back towards the immobilized dragon.  Still, he was being cock-vored by a sexy predator that he admired, so he was enjoying his fate, outside of the part where he was penis-punched in the jaw.

	By the time Max splashed down into Vinny's hollow armored cum-filled scrotum, he was idly stroking his own erection, showing that he wasn't lying about his prey experience.  This could be his last moments, but that thought only excited him more!  He could feel the dragon semen trying to digest him, but the rabbity-thing was rather digestion-resistant himself, so he had extra time to think to himself.
Max: “I see, he had to cock-vore me so I'd stay separated from my gun.  It looked like 8 bullets were giving him trouble, so if I could just reload it one or two more times, I could overwhelm him with living metal!”  While stroking himself with one hand, he pulled an ammo magazine out of his anus with the other.  “Maybe I can get him to suck his own dick?”
Meanwhile, the dragon stroked over his full testicles with his feet and tail, while retracting the length of his prehensile dick.  Otherwise, he acted like Max was already dead.
Vinny: “Man, it's gonna take years to replace the Suscombo family.  Maybe I can figure out how to gun-vore by digestin' Max and his gun?  I should probably train the new guys how to be preds, for self-defense reasons.”
It was clear that the two couldn't hear each other.
Max: “Maybe I should take his hint, and try a different vore?  Not sure what I can do in here, besides drinking his jizz, though.  Now would be the best time, while he's weighed done by our bullet blobs!”  While he was thinking, he idly picked his nose, and was surprised to feel something metal inside.  “Oh yeah, I got bullets coming out of every orifice!  If I could reach my gun with any part, I could probably reload it!”

	After a little more inspiration, Max decided to attack with his previously strongest weapon!  He let his balls grow to fill the rest of the ball-chamber containing him, then grew his cock purely lengthwise, penetrating the exit leading up Vinny's urethra!  The dragon felt this, and constricted his cock muscles, but this only served to please Max's slippery shaft.  The pink tube soon escaped from the thicker glans, then snaked backwards in midair.  The black dragon snapped his teeth.
Vinny: “Fuhgeddaboudit, I'll bite ya dick off!”
In response, Max's cock dipped down below the bulging belly, and pierced Vinny's thick anus!  It wormed its way up his bowels, despite him clenching with his pucker and wrestling the shaft with his tail.  It was only a short time later when Max felt his penis pierce into the dragon's stomach, squishing into the bullet blobs inside!
Vinny: “Gonna cum-inflate me?  Ya welcome to try, but remember, I can instantly digest your semen!~”
The pink shaft swam through the liquid metal, searching until its glans bumped into the Luger.
Vinny: “Oooh, that's what you're after!  Ya wanna fish your gun out and bring it all the way back to ya, huh?  Well guess what?  As a pred, it's much harder to get outta me than into me!~  You gettin' your cock outta my cock was a fluke, trust me, your dick ain't goin' nowhere now!~  I'll digest you wit' my stomach and balls at the same time, cop guy!~”

	With his cock-tip up against the magazine well, the empty clip was released, and something small traveled out of Max's crotch, the bulge traveling for over a minute through the convoluted pipework.  Once it reached the end, his dexterous dick grabbed the gun's trigger.
*BANG!!* … *BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!*
Vinny grit his teeth and shuddered as the dangerous metal mass in his gut suddenly doubled in volume!  He had no idea what was happening, panicking breathlessly where he lay.  He couldn't even feel the next magazine flowing out of his cock and up his ass.
*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGANGBANGBANG!!*
During this third salvo, the dragon relaxed.  His stamina was spent, and there's was nothing he could do to prevent a fourth magazine from being shot into him.  He gently tapped a foot against Max's head in his sack, trying to get his attention.
Vinny: “Okay, okay.  I'm gun-food, sweetie!~  Just don't pop me, I'm... gonna let it happen now!~”

	Vinny could no longer see what was going on, completely covered by his bullet-inflated belly.  The stretched skin between his belly scales was turning gray now, and soon the scales smoothed out too, leaving a shiny dome.  The rest of the dragon underneath was being absorbed upwards, and Vinny anticipated the orgasmic joy that the previous gang members felt as they were digested into living metal!  In just a minute, there was only a soft metal sphere larger than all of the previous bullet blobs combined, almost reaching the third floor of the warehouse!  Vinny's face pressed against the top of the steel ball, showing him licking the 'skin' from within, before his happy expression melted back into the hungry blob.  He said something, but no voice came out.

	The giant sphere quietly quivered alone in the warehouse.  Then, it started to change shape.  It shrank and compressed, coming down to just ground level.  It's shape turned longer, then it arched off of the ground somewhat.  The liquid metal started to harden into a solid, which made it lose much of its shiny gleam.  The first part to solidify appeared to be the muzzle of a Luger on the end, only extremely larger!  The barrel formed behind it as the muzzle rested on the ground, then a receiver held up in the air.  All of the other complex mechanism were reproduced to a massive scale, then the last of metal mass formed the grip underneath.  When the transformation was complete, it became a hyper Luger, which if 'standing' would be about 3 meters tall and 4 meters long!  There was some clicking noises coming from inside, then a short time later, the folding slide opened on top, and Max pulled his upper half out of the ejection port, taking a deep breath as if he could finally breathe!
Max: “Phew!  Man, I love that thingy on top that goes 'woosh'!~”

Epilogue

***

Satan: “Goodness gracious, that is a LOT of murder!~”
Vinny: “Most o' it was just biz', though.”
Satan: “96.3% to be precise.  But that makes it even worse!  Sinning for money multiplies the sin!  Root of all evil, you know how it is!~”
Vinny: “Well, I ain't surprised to be here.  I'm ready, hit me wit' it.”
Satan: “Well, after some complaints from our lawyers and bureaucrats from Hell Resources, I was supposed to be careful not to 'curse you with awesomeness', so to speak.  And you've been very bad, so I'll just bring out one of the classics.  One thousand years in The Lake of Fire, then see me for your next punishment.  Toodles!~”

	The black dragon was suddenly warped out of the blank void, and dunked into the iconic Hellish landmark.  It wasn't lava, it really was just fire in liquid form!  It was steaming hot, but as a dragon, Vinny found himself getting used to it oddly quickly.  It frankly felt like a sauna that was just a bit too high, and if he weren't a reptile he'd have to worry about sweating for a whole millennium.  Vinny took a look around, seeing the hot red liquid stretching over the horizon in one direction.  But in the other, it looked like a crowded nudist beach!  People were just playing in liquid fire, splashing each other or sharing intimate moments.  He even saw people stepping in and out onto the shore.  Vinny swam to an edge and touched the sand, but felt an odd force over his body, and found that he couldn't stand much higher than pec-level out of the 'waters'.  A demonic life-guard (death-guard?) rudely blew a whistle, then pointed to a nearby sign.  “Damned souls must not leave when serving atonement”.  But right below that was a newer sign in flowery text.  “GUESTS WELCOME!~”

	Vinny was relieved to be around so many people, showing that his damnation wouldn't be lonely.  He greeted a few and asked around, getting filled in on some of the culture of Hell, including specifics to his own rather common punishment.  Being unable to leave the lake meant having to envy all the other locations of debauchery, the lake would no doubt be boring without company.  Many just casually had sex with the dragon without asking, and he didn't stop them.  After an hour or so of hypersex mixed with friendly chatter, a lean dolphin guy swam up to him, then just opened his mouth and swallowed Vinny's head!  Reading the room, he let it happen, stretching out his smaller predator with his muscular form.  Comically enough, the insides of the dolphin's stomach was actually cooler than The Lake of Fire, so it was comparatively refreshing.  Vinny briefly wondered if his immortal soul was now trapped until the friendly pred released him, until he was instantly digested, then reappeared a few meters away!  The dragon smiled, and returned to the dolphin.
Vinny: “So, people just come back when they're eaten?”
“Oh yeah!  You must be new here.  It's a fetish called 'vore', and because souls just keep coming back, you can just kill people for fun!~”
Vinny: “Wow.  You got no idea who you're talking to!~  I was a vore assassin in life!  If people love gettin' killed, then I could just go nuts!~”
“Oh my devil, yes!~  Dine in!~”
The dragon simply nodded, and his prehensile penis swam upwards in the liquid fire, attacking from below.  The thick shaft rose above the surface around the dolphin and closed its glans over the head of the happy prey, cock-voring him instantly.

	A few more hours passed, and Vinny was getting fully comfortable with his home for the next millennium.  He had been digested 4 times so far, but devoured over 200 happy victims using every orifice of his body!  The dragon definitely created a reputation of being an alpha vore pred, so that those not into vore could simply stay away.  As he mingled with willing prey and a handful of stronger preds who were capable of eating him back, Vinny noticed something extreme coming down the shoreline.  The biggest penis he had ever seen was snaking over the sands, gulping throngs of watchers into its gaping urethra without causing a panic!  The dragon happily watched the slithering mega-cock, which looked 10 feet tall and immeasurably long, and swam the opposite direction along the shore, eager to find its wielder.  Minutes later, a pair of mega-balls came into view, and Vinny's heart fluttered when finally saw the deer sitting atop it.

Vinny: “Huh?!  H-h-h... Banks!”
Banks: “Vincent!~  I've been waiting for you so long!  The Calzzonnis and I were watching Max's rampage from Hell after he ate all of us.  That was one of the hottest and weirdest things I've ever seen!~  I got off so hard when his bullets snuffed you from inside!~”
Vinny: “Oh yeah, Max told me that he killed you.  That would've been hot to see too!~”
Banks: “Oh man, we've got movie theaters for that!  I'm sure we could catch some reruns, hun!~”
Vinny: “Can ya bring it here, though?  I'm not allowed to leave this lake.”
Banks: “Ah, you've got a curse.  Dang, that sucks.  I just have to eat people constantly!~  My penis has been chowing down on beach cuties this whole time, and I don't think they seem to mind!~”
Vinny: “Right here is 'bout as far as I can go, so...”
Banks: “Oh, did you need me to come to you?”
Vinny: “Come on in, the water's horrible!~”

	The deer visibly winced as the distant head of his cock no doubt dove into The Lake of Fire, farther away than the eye could see.  He puffed and panted at the burning feeling all around his monster cock, but it was a very powerful endowment.  He and his towering scrotum started inching sideways over the sand, and slowly dipped into the bright red liquid.  Banks held his breath one more time, then gave a sigh of relief as his giant scrotum gently sank into the lake.  He dipped lower and lower, and relaxed his body backwards, gazing into the pitch-black sky.  Soon, he felt the Hellish waters wash up to his neck, and he came to a rest at this level.  The handsome black dragon's face rose into his view, tilted, then passionately locked lips.  Their arms wrapped around each other and lovingly caressed, while Vinny allowed his hyper cock to grow.  Long scaly length grew thicker as well, and braided itself all along Bank's monster cock the whole way.  The twin coiled lengths barely tapped the surface of the lake for seemingly miles, consuming everyone in their path and absorbing those daring enough to crawl between the crushing coils.  The kiss never stopped, and they remained this way for hours.  Vinny and Banks made the most wholesome love to each other while letting their unstoppable penises snuff thousands of damned souls, while all of the victims felt their hearts warming to the cute and dangerous sight.

***

	Max and his gigantic gun were both laying on their sides, tangled up in a bizarre parody of the 69 position.  The Luger's barrel was thicker than Max's own torso, and used its extended prehensile length to wrap around the lagomorph's body.  Its muzzle twisted back and penetrated his absurdly stretched mouth and throat, and pistoned in and out, bulging Max's body with the form of the hyper muzzle over and over again.  Meanwhile, the rabbity-thing had grown his own cock longer and to the same girth, and wrapped it around the pistol's massive grip.  The head twisted back to penetrate the magazine well, and the bulge of Max's glans stretched the grip with each thrust.  Both of their thrusting sped up, until they both hilted as deep as they could into their partner.  Max made a muffled grunt of pleasure, and the Luger pulled its trigger.  Massive volumes of fluid piped through both lengths and inflated the other, with the gun filling the lagomorph's stomach with liquid metal, and Max filling the Luger's grip with semen.  Their coils were pushed apart by the pair of ballooning bellies, and they pumped into each other for a minute straight.  Finally, they both retracted their lengths, popping free loudly from their partners' orifices, and rapidly digested each others' loads.  Max stood up, back to normal including his smooth crotch, and the Luger was the correct shape too, though still hyper sized.

	Max leaned over to kiss his gun on the side of its receiver.
Max: “Mmmm, I love you so much, Loogie!~  ...Hmmm.  Yeah, you're right, that's a gross nickname.  Can you think of a cooler one?  ...Aw, that's so cute!~  Vinny would make an awesome gun name!  I guess we owe that hottie that much, since we ate his Deagle.  ...And snuffed him!~”  He gently rubbed his hands over the pistol's sides, looking up and down its length.  “I know that our size-changing stuff should work, so you should be able to hide your true size and shrink down to normal!  Of course, you're soooo much sexier in this hyper form, Vinny!~  And it's not like I can't handle your size!~  Mmmm, now for old time's sake, I'm gonna hide you where I always do!~”

	Max effortlessly lifted the hyper gun up so that it arched with its muzzle and grip on the ground again.  He walked around behind the Luger, then laid with his belly on the ground under the magazine well, facing away.  Then, he exposed his anus, and made it grow to hyper size!  The fat pink pucker stretched around the gun's grip, and soon the Luger started sinking inside, vanishing into the hyperspace within Max's bowels.  Gulp after gulp, the rabbity-thing swallowed the giant pistol with his asshole, stretching wider to take in the trigger-guard and hammer, then snapping back to swallow the receiver while the barrel now aimed straight up.  Then, Max gaped his pucker wide, and the rest of the gun simply fell in!  He quietly closed his anus and made it shrink out of sight, then stood back up, back to normal again and showing no signs of the hyper Luger hidden up his ass.

	Max tried walking home, but was hopelessly lost in the bad part of town.  He frequently detoured through dark alleys and other dangerous locales, because he was literally hunting for trouble.  At some point, he found his path blocked by six thugs armed with knives and bats.  They verbally threatened him and menaced him with their melee weapons, but the short lagomorph feigned boredom.  He folded his arms behind his head, squinted his eyes, then rudely yawned.  Max's mouth gaped unusually wide, stretching until the hyper muzzle of his Luger poked free from his jaws!  It suddenly lunged forward while gaping its own entrance farther still, then engulfed all six enemies at the same time!  Max opened one eye to see the thick barrel snaking in midair, and carrying a massive bulge in just its stretched muzzle.  The gun swallowed, and the multiple prey balled together were rapidly pulled through the stretchy metal tube like a straw.  Soon, the bulge pressed against Max's lips, then stretched his maw one more time until the entire bulge pushed past his cheeks, then down his throat, then vanished from sight!  The rabbity-thing relaxed his stance, then sucked the long barrel back into himself like a massive noodle, snapping himself back to normal and licking his lips.
Max: “Mmmm, I don't mean to shoot my mouth off, but you guys didn't stand a chance!~”