Wanderlust: Afterthoughts

by:Zarius

Claire woke up feeling more refreshed than ever before, that was one hell of a night she thought before absentmindedly resting her hands on her gigantic, lumpy middle, coaxing a quiet flurry of sloshes and groans as she sat up. “Oh, right” Claire said as a contented smile crept across her muzzle. She’d almost forgotten that she hadn’t released her guests last night, not that she really cared at the moment as she was too busy relishing in the gentle massage of her occupant’s mid-sleep twitches. 

After spending the first half hour of her morning basking in those pleasurable radiating sensations, Claire slowly worked her titanic middle to the edge of the bed doing the best she could to not wake her passengers. When she reached the edge, Claire gently turned herself around the giant fuzzy orb that was her belly until she was able to shimmy her legs out from under her gut and plant them on the floor under her dwarfed, yet still voluptuous, frame. As she tried to step away she could increasingly feel the weight of her belly, causing her to pause and massage the underside of her strained belly, both guests had calmed down a lot since they entered her womb. However that did little to mitigate the awkward size that kept her anchored to the bed, much to her annoyance.

Claire’s habitual nature was compelling her to follow her morning routine, while the pleasure radiating from her belly compelled her to continue basking in the perverse fulfillment it provided her. She was getting antsy as she was compelled to follow both actions, but couldn’t find a way to satisfy both at the same time. Such a conflict forced her to contemplate some kind of compromise, some kind of solution that would give her the best of both worlds. When she noticed a blanket crumpled at the foot of her mattress, a solution seemed to present itself. Spurred on by her desires, both habitual and perverse, Claire shuffled around until she could grab the blanket, shimmy it under her belly, and tie it into an oversized, makeshift support harness she could rest her hyper-gravid belly in.

Once she was done working up the courage to try standing on her own, Claire slowly shifted the weight of her middle off the mattress, and onto the iffy harness. The actions were going unnoticed by her still sleeping passengers, but not unnoticed by the liquid remnants of her and Will’s copulation, eliciting another wave of quiet gurgles and sloshes as she took one overencumbered step after another, haggardly waddling over to the nearby bathroom. Claire was taking heavy breaths, already worn out from carrying her over-encumbered belly to the bathroom doorway, catching her breath as she did her morning business. To her lugging such a burden around was exhausting, while the constant churning and gentle bumps and rubs as her occupants shifted about inside made her feel as if the burden was more than worth it.

Once done with her business, Claire slowly waddled her way over to the shower, but stopped to admire her obscenely gravid form in the mirror. She’d spent more than a few minutes in front of her full-body mirror, slowly turning and flaunting her belly as her eyes studied every inch of her reflection, hungrily following the contours of  her well endowed outline, enjoying the gentle bounces of her plush thighs and rear as she readjusted her footing.

The cream colored fur tracing and arcing to distinguish her luscious thighs from her woody brown hips, seamlessly flowing to create a petite creamy heart nestled just above the center of her deliciously jiggly butt. Watching her tail twitch with each spark of contented pleasure that radiated from her over-engorged, quietly gurgling middle. Her eyes momentarily locked onto her belly as she spied some subtle, delightful bulges slowly trace from one side of her belly to the other, continuously massaging her inner walls as they moved, enhancing her acquired maternal girth. Quiet sloshes and gurgles were accompanying, and enhancing each of her belly’s movements. Slowly her eyes played a sultry dance as they moved from belly to breast, lustfully admiring how her belly delectably accentuated the size of her chest as each breath, as each movement of her burgeoning middle bounced and jiggled them in a tantalizing display.

Once she finished gawking at her newly acquired broodmother figure, she waddled to her shower with more than a few lustful, heady breaths, noting that it was getting easier, and more pleasurable to carry her burgeoning form with each passing moment. Claire put a pin in that thought as she slowly and meticulously squeezed herself into the now cramped space. She was having a hard time reaching for and turning the knob that provided her shower with the oh so sensational hot water. She was sufficiently startled and annoyed when she was soaked with the first burst of ice cold water, causing her to reflexively flinch, which sent her gravid belly into another cacophony of much more audible sloshes with each shudder. The sudden and intense shudder elicited a reflexive moan as her insides roiled around.

After thirty or so seconds the water raining down on her started to transition from biting cold to a luscious warmth, eliciting another reflexive moan as she felt the tension in her middle wash away with each drop of water. She continued to quietly moan under her breath as she tenderly rubbed her middle up and down, reveling in the massage of the shower-head spraying her with gentle pressure, her hands gently snaking around her middle until they came across the harness. Claire snapped out of her trance when she was reminded of her makeshift harness’ existence. In her distracted panic, she undid the harness that was keeping her mobile, and upon removing her harness alongside her subsequent tossing it out of the shower, her gut sagging under the weight of its occupants.

Though she didn’t realize her mistake as after her small rush faded she was once more consumed by the delectable massage of the warm shower raining down on her now sagging middle, she didn’t notice she had been dragged to her knees by her middle as it sought support of her shower floor, all that she could focus on was the supremely comforting watery massage that seemingly washed away all of her tension. She was losing herself to the pleasant sensations when an overly loud groan echoed throughout her bathroom, calling to her attention that she was losing her composure already.

With that call to attention, Claire managed to push through the pleasure and come back to her senses. When she tried to stand up, her sagging middle pulled her right back down, she looked around starting to panic, and spotted her soaked blanket just outside the shower. Claire was mentally punching herself for tossing away her only means of stable mobility as she tried to reach the wet blanket. It took her a few minutes of squirming around on the floor before she managed to grip the corner of the soaked fabric and pull it back to where she could manipulate it into a harness once more.

After a few more minutes of maneuvering and shuffling, Claire managed to remake her impromptu holster all the while being pelted by warm water as she couldn’t reach the tap to turn it off. All she needed to do now was stand up, a task that seemed monumental, but she wasn’t about to let herself stay stuck in the shower and have to explain her predicament to the ambulance crew. Catching her breath for a few moments, Claire steadied herself before leaning onto her, now soaked, burgeoning tummy, and carefully arching her back to pull herself up. Her womb audibly sloshing as she maneuvered.

Right as Claire returned to her feet, she started to hear Will talking, “Don’t worry Will, I’ll let you out as soon as I’m done showering.” In truth she didn’t understand a word of it as his voice was muffled beyond recognition, as well as being drowned out by the sound of both the shower, and the constant sloshes and gurgles of her insides churned with her movements. She honestly wanted to keep Will inside her womb as long as she could, her thoughts kept returning to the previous day as she finished her shower, the intimacy of Will’s love still fresh in the rotund doe’s mind. Claire even started absentmindedly humming random and disjointed melodies as she continued to bask in her newfound maternal pleasure. She wanted these moments of intimacy to never end. Before she finished her shower, Claire cupped her breasts and played with them, all the while moaning as she continued to bask in the pleasure.

Claire’s breasts felt strange, pleasantly so, as with each grope her breasts felt more and more tingly. Claire awkwardly emerged from the shower, and reached for the nearby towel with one hand and groped her tender breasts with the other. As Claire  dried herself off, she unknowingly started stroking both her breasts and her belly. Every drag of the towel set her nerves alight, every stroke lit a candle of pleasure. Claire was quietly moaning under her breath again and again as she sensually dried herself off enjoying the towel as if it was Will that was massaging her.

Will awoke in a dark, warm, and humid space, surrounded on all sides by what looked like flesh, and being pushed into something big and lumpy. He was about to start thrashing about when his nose caught the familiar scent of Claire’s juices, a scent that prompted him to remember what had happened the previous day. His successful interview, his rush to tell Claire, Claire being immobilised by a belly as big as him, him fucking Claire like he’d always dreamed of, him being essentially swallowed by her cunt. “Wait a minute, Claire!? Claire, can you hear me?!” he shouted, he’d heard Claire’s muffled response, “Don’t worry Will, I’ll let you out as soon as I’m done showering.”

Once dry, Claire emerged from her bathroom with the weight of her giant middle slowly wobbling in time with her steps, continually sending audible gurgles echoing throughout her apartment. “Will, can I have a few minutes to have breakfast and finish enjoying having you in me?” she said loud enough for Will to hear. Will loved the doe, he really did, but he needed time to really wrap his head around what was happening, and kicked firmly to voice his, admittedly mild, displeasure. When she felt Will’s kick she took it as a sign that he wanted out now, “Alright, Alright, at least let me get somewhere that’d be easier to clean up. Slowly Claire turned around and waddled her way back to the shower.

When she finally made it, Claire gently squatted, and started to push. But try as she might, Will wasn’t budging, each push only sent her belly into a flurry of groans as her fluids sloshed about, continually showering Will with said juices. Claire’s efforts yielded no progress as the minutes ticked by, each push sent shivers of pleasure up her spine as she felt her inner walls flex and deform around her passengers. Much to Will’s surprise, and Claire’s pleasure, her other occupant had woken up from the roiling, and started rolling about in Claire’s juices, hoping to return to some semblance of comfort.

In between her pleasurable contractions, Claire sputtered out instructions for Will to find her cervix. The sudden influx of pleasure and activity was starting to push her to climax, Claire was feeling her orgasm approaching quickly and if she wanted to get Will out ASAP, Will would have to find her cervix and find it fast. Following her admittedly spotty instructions, Will struggled and squirmed about in search of her cervix. Time after time Will’s investigations of Claire’s inner walls yielded no results, and much to his displeasure, the other occupant, Claire’s PET, was starting to squirm about even more frantically, accidentally coiling around his limbs and tugging him into disorientation. The minutes dragged on as Claire was pushed ever closer to orgasm, loudly moaning and begging for Will to hurry up while silently begging him to never find her cervix.

One lucky reorientation from Spaghetti’s squirming managed to shove Will’s hand onto and through Claire’s cervix, all the while the scent of Claire’s fluids silently pushed Will into his own arousal as his dick slowly peeked out of its sheath. Both lovers knew that if Will didn’t make it out soon, he could get stuck inside for another day, or forever.  They didn’t know which would happen and neither really wanted to find out. A quick push of his legs managed to push the rest of Will’s arm into the doe’s love tunnel, and his hand out into the open air between her doughy thighs.

Claire felt Will’s arm emerge from her cervix and began pushing with renewed fervor, her middle sloshing and surging wildly as Will and her pet fought for space to do what they wanted. Each squirm pushed Will off balance, sucking his arm back up to his wrist, and Will pushed outwards in kind, putting stars in Claire’s eyes as the duo effectively started fisting her tunnel from inside out with gusto as they fought. By some miracle Will managed to push his head into and past Claire’s cervix, he could almost taste the freedom from the doe’s folds. Another Squirm from the python almost sucked his head back in, but Claire’s efforts barely allowed him to keep his head out of her womb. The scent and heat was starting to get to him, his dick, almost fully unsheathed, was being teased by the snake’s squirming, coincidentally rubbing along its length in uncanny ways, coaxing a quiet grunt out of the feline with every brush.

Several more minutes pass and the mountain lion had managed to work himself about half way out, much to the starstruck doe’s pleasure, when she was plunged into climax, the resulting, wave of fluids and pressure managed to shove all but Will’s ankles out into the open air between the doe’s legs. Will took in a deep breath of cold fresh air, and gently pulled the rest of his legs out of Claire’s pussy with a resounding Schluurk. At that instant orgasm wracked the doe’s body, squirting her sweet fluids all over Will’s panting body. Both lovers took several minutes to breath, Claire was coming down from her orgasmic high, and Will was recovering from his exertions. More minutes pass as Will’s soaked form started to shiver as Claire’s juices sapped the heat from his tired body.

Noticing this, Claire haggardly rolled herself back to her feet, and failed to stand as her legs were jelly, and the bathroom floor was flooded with her liquid arousal. *huff* “Will” *huff* “You’re free to-” *huff* “use my shower to-” *huff* “Rinse yourself off.” *huff* Claire spoke through heavy breaths, Will sighed, quietly nodding in agreement. More moments passed before the mountain lion stood up, and walked into the shower. In the meantime the doe managed to stiffen her legs, get up, and gravidly wobble her way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. It took a few minutes, but Claire had made it to her kitchen and make breakfast for the both of them, her huge belly sloshing and wobbling to and fro as she moved.

Claire waddled over to and sat down at the nearby table, her one remaining guest wriggling in displeasure over the constant motion disturbing her sleep. Such a large amount of activity continued to bounce and jiggle the doe’s breasts, the roiling of her distended gut coaxing gentle moans between mouthfuls. She silently ate, every once and a while she would clench her abs in the hopes of getting Spaghetti to settle down. 

Despite her arousal at the sensations, Claire only thought of her current predicament. She was able to tell that something was eating away at Will, something was clearly bothering him, and she knew that it had something to do with her somehow managing to suck Will into her womb. Minutes pass while Claire silently contemplated whether or not she just destroyed her friendship with Will. She was so lost in her own head that she almost failed to notice Will pull up a chair beside her and  start eating his breakfast.

She wanted to say something to the mountain lion, but the words caught in her throat as she stopped herself. She wanted to look him in the eye and explain her feelings and why everything happened the way it did. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that she loved him, but not a sound came from her besides the constant sloshes of her middle as her pet wriggled around trying to regain some semblance of comfort.

The air between the two was tense as they both desperately wanted to say something, but neither could find the words that could break the tension. A sudden lurch from Claire’s overactive womb-pet let out an oppressive GURGLE as it sent Claire into a silent orgasm, her juices soaking her thighs and chair even more than they were, her orgasm wracking her whole body as she desperately wanted to scream, while her fear of driving the perceived wedge even further in between them spurred her to bite her lip hard to spurn her climax. Time ticked on the silence periodically being disrupted by a gurgle or slosh, the air getting heavier by the second.

As the doe came down from her second orgasm that morning, she barely managed to utter a few soft words. “Will… I’m sorry I went that far,” she said, barely holding back tears, “I just couldn’t stop myself.” Before Claire could utter another word, Will pulled her into a silent embrace, he didn’t want to see her cry, he’d really wanted to ask her if she was happy with herself over what she did. However her wavering voice told him everything about how she felt. He could tell she was scared, afraid of what he’d say, or afraid of whether or not he’d leave, he didn’t know. He DID know he didn’t want to lose her, and he wanted answers. “I figured you’d lost control,” he replied softly, “but I feel like I should’ve had more of a say about what happened.” Will was starting to cry himself, “I’ll admit I was afraid of what would happen and how things would change, but I still love you. I meant what I said last night, and I still do. But it scares me that you can apparently shove all of me into your womb, and…” Will stopped as he felt Claire tighten her embrace, feeling her engorged middle press into his side with an audible groan. “And I’m honestly concerned that this-” he leaned back and broadly gestured to her burgeoning belly, “this could’ve gone south very quickly.” Will sat there quietly for a few moments, “How are you even able to do that?”

Claire sat there in absolute shock, he had a good question, How was she even able to do that? “I-” she barely managed to squeak out, “I don’t know.” The two looked at each other for a tense moment as they absorbed the weight of what was just said. “Like I said last night, I’d been looping in and out of a daydream about you while masturbating. I passed out after I came, and when I woke up, Spaghetti had somehow managed to bury half of herself in my cunt.” Claire took a long gravid pause, “ but it felt amazing for some reason, as in a ‘jelly legs’ level of amazing. I could feel every time Spaghetti breathed, every time she slunk herself even deeper, I could feel her SLITHERING deeper.” She stopped to catch her breath, “Every time she inched deeper, I felt myself stretch more than I ever did with any other dildo. It felt like heaven.” Her rapid gesturing was eliciting a series of loud sloshes as she spoke. “And then, after she managed to get all the way IN, she just started squirming. I wasn’t sure what was happening but it just felt too good for me to even think of getting her out.” Another series of gurgles echoed out as if to corroborate her proclamation, “I’d lost track of time, and then you knocked on my door. I don’t know what came over me, I just wanted you. Then we had amazing sex, and then I just felt like I needed you inside me. Like I needed to get you as deep into me as I could.” Claire’s words became frantic as tears started welling up in her eyes, “And then my hand shoved you in as deep as it could manage.”

 A massive blush crept along Will’s face as Claire recounted her story, his dick becoming more erect with each of her words and gestures. He snuck a glance at Claire’s breasts as they continued to dance because of her squirming belly. When Claire finished recounting her side of the story, she took a deep breath, “As for HOW I managed to do any of that, I don’t know, I just felt like I could.” Claire’s gravid belly sloshed yet again as if it were agreeing with her. Will’s heart started pounding in his ears, his dick at full mast as his eyes were hypnotically drawn to Claire’s dancing breasts, ogling every inch of them as they seemed to grow a tiny bit bigger with every passing second. Claire noticed that Will was getting distracted by her boobs, slightly irritated she snapped her fingers in front of his face to snap him out of it.

“Earth to Will! I get that they’re nice to look at, butIi can only keep myself together for so long before this-” she gestures to her enormous belly, “gets me all horny again. And your staring at my boobs isn’t exactly helping.” Will snapped his gaze back to Claire’s face, before slowly and tenderly grasping her hand in his, and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “Sorry, I just find it hard to not love everything about you, this whole situation still scares me, and there’s no denying that. But at the same time I have to also admit that I enjoyed being completely inside you. I still want to enjoy what happened last night again, I just wanted to get all of this out in the open before we ever tried round two. I just-... I just want you to ask before you do that again.” He says while tenderly stroking the back of her hand with his thumb and leaning in for another kiss, “Is that too much to ask?”

Claire’s heart was pounding louder than ever after Will went in for that second kiss, “Of course I’ll ask next time, I’m just scared of what this means for us, as a couple.” She replied before guiding his hand to her face and giving it a gentle nuzzle, her fears melting away as she continued to periodically embrace Will as they sat there and finished breakfast. “So… What happens now?” Will looked Claire’s nude and gravid form up and down soaking in the image of his new girlfriend’s wondrous body, her shapely hips, her fantastically plush butt, Claire’s slightly enlarged chest, bouncing around on top of her massive gut full of almost 400 pounds of mildly uncomfortable, ever squirming, reptile sending off sloshes as it searched for the comfort that was stolen by the morning’s activities. “Wait a minute..” Will said suddenly, interrupting the flow of the moment as he approached and tenderly fondled Claire’s boobs, “Is it just me, or are they bigger than they were twenty minutes ago?” Confused by his question, Claire decided to give her boobs a tentative grope herself, the tingling she noticed in the shower was still present, but she couldn’t really find a noticeable difference in size, “I don’t really think so-” she stole a sultry glance at Will’s nude body, “But you’re more than welcome to keep looking.”

Claire continued to tenderly fondle her breasts as Will sat in his chair soaking in the sight of Claire playing with her own body, watching as Claire somehow managed to elegantly move off the chair and around her oversized roiling middle in an irrefutably erotic display. Each gentle step sending a soft jiggle through her luscious hips and doughy rump, each gesture facilitating a small symphony of sloshes and groans as her massive belly swayed in tandem with her motions, portraying a sense of strength as her gyrations seemed completely effortless.

Much to Spaghetti’s chagrin as her attempts to make Claire cum herself into unconsciousness were proving fruitless. However such displeasure was short lived as the gentle swaying was showering the snake in a bath of Claire’s warm juices, gently sapping her strength as she is slowly lulled into a peaceful slumber. Claire’s belly was now noticeably quieter now that Spaghetti had calmed down, but paid it no mind as she continued her erotic display, culminating in her blowing a kiss as she gestured for Will to come get another taste of her love. Will was close to losing to his temptation, not that he even wanted to win. Every one of his concerns was out in the open air, and Claire had affirmed that she wouldn’t  just consume him like that again, and the idea of returning to that squishy sensual heaven was powerful enough to almost blank his brain.

Her sultry, yet sloshy, dance was driving both lovers up the wall, Will wanted so desperately to dive into her deepest carnal chamber, all the while Claire was sneakily rubbing her thighs together, coaxing even more of her sensual honey out of her depths and into the open air. Her thoughts were of having Will dive into her womb once more. The idea that Will would willingly be enveloped by her carnal desire, wholly, truly her mate and her personal toy was tugging at her perverse, predatory desires. She wanted his dick, and him inside her, but she was going to take things one at a time, and cherish his presence.

Not needing any more incentives, Will leapt from his chair and eagerly pushed into a deep kiss on Claire’s lips, gently grinding his dick on the side of her giant belly as he continued to have another passionate makeout session with Claire. The two were Tasting each other’s tongues just as eagerly as they had the previous day, with Will continually giving both Claire’s breasts, and belly, gropes and massages as his hands explored every part of her. Moments stretched on as they continued to fiercely kiss one another, leading to Will slowly snaking a free hand down to Claire’s heavily moistened and dripping crotch.

When Will’s hand found what he was after, he tenderly cupped his hand and to Claire’s excitement dipped two of his fingers into her needy slit. Wriggling his fingers back and forth in her cunt for a few moments before drawing them back out, and gently stroking his erect cock making sure to cover it in as much of Claire’s juices as he could. After a few moments of Will stroking himself as he continued to grope Claire’s boobs, he let his dick go and brought his now wet hand to his face before taking a tender, suggestive lick as the doe watched in her lustful stupor. He still found the taste of her liquid arousal absolutely addictive.

Their Makeout session had slowly made its way back to the doe’s bedroom, giving Claire the chance to once again sit at the edge of her bed, and wait for Will to fuck her like he did the previous day. Only for Will to gently nudge her onto her side, and bring his lips to her tender slit, lapping at her slickened crotch as he went. He’d tasted her juices once again, and wanted deeper, however, he wanted her to orgasm into his awaiting mouth before he took the plunge a second time. Each sensual lick brought Claire closer to her third orgasm of the morning, and as Will’s tongue sloppily lapped its way over her clit, she was pushed over the edge into blissful orgasm. Will had cupped his muzzle over her pussy the instant he spotted her climax, and got the liquid gold that drove him wild by the mouthful. Will was given one mouthful of her carnal honey after another until he felt he’d had his fill and some extra. He even noted as much when he absentmindedly looked down at his own middle, and discovered that he had developed his own belly from all of Claire’s sensual fluids, by no means was it massive, but it certainly was noticeable on his otherwise lean frame.

He’d wanted to ask questions, but his mind was still focused on the tantalizing canal that lay before his face. Without Claire asking, or even signaling that she wanted as much, Will snuck his tongue into back her velvety folds, gently pressing his snout into her muff until her lips gave way and his snout disappeared inside. He took a deep huff, enjoying the all too familiar scent of her arousal, and licked the velvety tunnel as he did so, before pressing his head into her snatch, one inch at a time.

Claire once again had stars in her eyes as she felt the feline gently but firmly press his face into her depths, coking another flood of her juices to rush from her womb, and into Will’s awaiting face. He eagerly took another onslaught of her arousal, pressing his head in until he bottomed out with his shoulders. Claire was returning to that heaven she craved as Will buried himself neck deep in her pussy, continuously assaulting her senses with familiar pleasure as her tunnel stretched around Will’s willing invasion.

After getting stuck at the shoulders, Will wriggled his shoulders back and forth vying to get her cunt to catch on one of his arms so he can progress deeper. After a few minutes of orgasm-inducing but ultimately fruitless wriggling, Claire took it upon herself to grab the entranced feline by the arms, and leverage him in as best as she could manage. Will surged forward as Claire’s snatch managed to stretch around his shoulders once again with an echoing squelch. The surge had pushed Will’s snout into her now familiar cervix, prompting him to give the hole a tender lick before pressing on, gently shoving his muzzle through so he could continue sampling the velvety walls on the other side. Claire moaned loudly as Will continued his advance into her depths, shuddering and spurting juices as he penetrated deeper.

Each spurt signified another orgasm, only accelerating Will’s dive into her deepest carnal chamber, providing her with the sense of orgasmic fulfillment she had come to miss in that scant hour of not having Will inside her. Each time Will pushed, another couple inches disappeared into her practically salivating folds, each drop of her carnal desire aiding in his spelunking.

Minutes passed and Will had wedged himself in up to his elbows in Claire’s luscious deer pussy, stretching her carnal folds to the same obscene degree he had the previous day. Will was basking in Claire’s warmth, sampling her sweet fluids when he could, and huffing her carnal musk inbetween licks. Her womb, hungrier than ever, flooded Claire in another series of orgasms, causing the same rolling contractions that devoured Will last night. Each clench of Claire’s tunnel sucked her cat toy of a boyfriend in another couple inches with a resounding Schlurk.. Each contraction letting loose another cacophony of sloshes and gurgles as her carnal walls flexed and rolled.

Up to his waist in deer pussy, Will squirmed and shuffled until he was able to pull his arms into her womb. As much as he wanted to stroke himself off, he wanted Claire to know how much he loved this. Once his arms were free to move about in her womb, Will started tenderly rubbing the velvety walls, coaxing a series of lustful moans out of Claire, and prompting another series of loud and wet contractions as his waist was sucked in with a lewd Schluk, followed by another couple sloshes as the fluids around him splashed around. He was once again soaked in her carnal juices, but he didn’t care as the depths of her womb, though crowded because of Spaghetti’s presence, provided a comforting warmth that he could get lost in.

Each Squelch signified Will being sucked into the doe’s pussy by another few inches, each slosh giving his progress an audible marker. Will was not an idiot, he knew that he’d been snagged last time as a result of his throbbing erection, and so the instant he felt a contraction building, he shoved his hand back through Claire’s cervix and grasped it. Gently stroking himself as Claire was hit with another rolling contraction, sucking him in up to his thighs as he had managed to keep his dick parallel to his belly. The sliding and rubbing of his dick against Claire’s velvety tunnel brought Will to the edge of blissful orgasm. He’d been so close, but he waited for another contraction, gently grinding his rod against her slick tunnel as he waited.

When he felt another contraction building, Will pulled his arm back into her womb, and steadied his breath. He wanted to cum so badly, and his patience paid off as he timed a massive thrust with her next contraction, pushing him over the edge into climax. His one climax was leagues above all of his others  combined as his cock shot rope after rope of seed into her caverns, and over himself. With one final rolling contraction Will was fully inside Claire’s womb, and he was thoroughly enjoying every second of his orgasm. Minutes dragged on as his climax continued, somehow his balls weren’t empty, not that he could stop himself from gripping his dick and stroking it as he continued to orgasm.

	After ten more minutes, Will’s climax subsided, leaving everything in Claire’s velvety chamber thoroughly coated in a mix of his and Claire’s cum. Afterglow was silently gnawing away at Will’s consciousness, and basking in the warm embrace of Claire’s velvety walls. Content in the love he gave his beautiful E-Claire, Will silently chuckled to himself at the unintentional joke, he fell asleep.

	Claire had felt every single time Will shuddered in climax, and plunged into one final orgasm herself. She had felt every single rope of seed that hit her supple walls, and basked in the gentle motions Will made as he drifted off to sleep. Despite the mind numbing orgasms she experienced as her pussy devoured Will, she found that she wasn’t really all that tired, in fact she felt more energized than she had in ages. Without a second thought, she decided to use her newfound energy to clean up the liquid mess she made when she pushed Will out of her womb, and after grabbing a sponge from the kitchen she silently got to work sponging up the giant puddle of liquid arousal on her bathroom floor.

Her belly got in the way at first, until she figured that she should turn sideways so she could reach the puddle. After ten minutes of sponging, the puddle was basically gone. But as she left, her attention suddenly turned her towards the wet blanket lying ominously on the bathroom floor. Blood drained from her face as she realized that her makeshift harness had fallen off her when she was pushing Will out. 

In a panic Claire practically frisked her belly up and down, checking for any signs of injury, only to be met with nothing. Her belly wasn’t straining like it was just an hour ago, in fact her burgeoning belly felt no different than if she wasn’t carrying over 500 pounds of life in her overstuffed middle. In her apprehension, Claire gave her gargantuan gut a tentative heft. It dawned on her that she was carrying over twice her own weight with no outside help, and it was as effortless as lifting a cup of water. Her shock spurred her to rush to her computer and start researching what was happening.

	Claire’s anxious searching on the internet led to a strange series of websites, some of which were apparently operated by either hospitals, or the CDC. The sites spun tales of Anthros with the strange ability to devour others as easily as breathing. Her shock turned to morbid curiosity as she delved deeper into the tales, researching her symptoms on several websites consistently led back to one key phrase, “Predators.”

That phrase kept on echoing in Claire’s mind, and with each online inquiry her questions only deepened. Why her? She was a deer after all, an admittedly tall one, but still a deer. In her concerned scouring of every web-page she found, she only managed to find one that seemed to give decent answers.

	“Predators are fairly rare in the world, averaging out to consist of less than 1% of the global population. Despite their namesake, most predators are not directly related to carnivores, but do share common traits with them. Common traits include the ability to maintain a meat focused or omnivorous diet despite herbivorous origins, uncharacteristically elastic skin, and the ability to swallow people, or animals up to 5 times their own weight. Less common traits include congenital hypermobility, unusual muscle density, uncharacteristic sizes making the predators either taller or shorter than their species’ recorded average by a wide margin.” Claire read aloud to herself, and was momentarily distracted by Will sleepily tossing and turning, triggering a set of muffled sloshes as he grew still once more. “In rare cases female predators have been documented with the ability of genital hyperelasticity, and reportedly could possess the ability to pass on genetic information to those that have been genitally ‘devoured’.”

	Claire didn’t exactly like where this article was heading, and turned her gaze to her titanic tummy, and gave it a gentle pat as it let out a muffled gurgle. She scrolled further down in the article, “There are few known sources, or causes for the so called ‘Predator syndrome’ most commonly being the result of genetic inheritance, as the gene mutation responsible is a recessive trait. In rarer cases, predator syndrome can be ‘awakened’ such predators often acquiring the mutation by pure chance if neither parent was a carrier.” Claire was silently massaging her massive belly as she slowly sat back in her chair.

	She was flabbergasted, neither of her parents were carriers as far as she knew, but it wasn’t like she even asked in the first place. Dissatisfied with the answers she got, she put some clothes on, as she decided to go out for a morning run to clear her head. As she left her apartment, Claire passed by more than a few people who gave her alarmed or concerned stares as her giant belly swayed and sloshed with each step. For the moment her concern over her situation overshadowed her embarrassment as she continued to pass by small groups of awestruck people on her way to the park.

	Claire was falling into a rhythm as her breathing fell in time with her hoofbeats, her hyper-gravid, sloshing belly keeping pace just as easily as her breath. To all but the doe, the cacophony of sloshes and gurgles that followed the sway of her titanic middle were simply too loud to ignore. The pace of her swaying gut incessantly grinding her packed womb against her crotch enticing her arousal to flow once more as the stimulation flushed her cheeks. Fuck she was getting horny again, the perverse satisfaction was eating away at the back of her mind as she kept her pace.

	After the sloshy and lewd three minute jog Claire came face to face with the park  she lost control of herself in yesterday morning. Claire stood at the park gate for a solid minute contemplating what she’d be doing with her newfound condition. A loud groan drew the doe’s attention back to her burgeoning belly, “Hard to believe things changed so fast, even more so now that I’m carrying the both of you.” she softly said to herself as  she gave her belly a gentle pat and a series of rubs. “Harder still to think that this all started with a daydream I had out here.” Claire gave her engorged womb one last tender rub before restarting her jog into the park.

	Come Tuesday morning, Claire awoke with a deep yawn before sitting up and straddling her gigantic middle, basking in its presence as she meticulously worked her hands back and forth along its surface while her packed womb groaned in protest of how quickly she sat up. She gave it a firm pat to make it settle down before sensually bringing her hand up to her breasts, noting that they had grown by another few inches since yesterday and were now the size of her head. Claire reveled in the pleasure radiating from her boobs as she continued to grope them exploratively. Taking note of the fact that before she learned of her condition she could fit her breasts in her hands with ease. To her surprise one grope managed to coax a few milky droplets out of her breast. Basking in the stimulation, Claire gave her breasts another curious grope, drawing out even more droplets. Her curiosity got the better of her as she tenderly brought a breast up to her lips, and gave her leaking nipple a tender lick, noting the sweetness of the droplets she acknowledged that she’d started lactating.

	Another groan sounded off from the depths of her belly as she felt the familiar twinges of hunger. Considering herself a slave to the whims of her tummy, Claire got out of bed and went straight towards the fridge. She pulled out roughly roughly 10 pounds of bacon and a full carton of eggs to cook. After the 20 minutes it took to cook everything Claire sat her hefty butt down at the table and dug in. Never really tasting meat in her whole life meant that she was in for an experience as she took her first ever bite of bacon. And she was surprised at its flavor, after learning of her ability to eat meat she’d wanted to try it, but the cashier at almost every store gave her odd looks before laughing and sending her away. She wasn’t even embarrassed about her giant belly anymore, she was just annoyed that people wouldn’t even give her a chance. Lost in thought she switched over to the pile of scrambled eggs after the veritable mountain of bacon had disappeared down her gullet. She barely tasted the eggs as each mouthful vanished into her throat with reckless gusto. After her heartfelt talk with, and subsequent lewd devourment of Will on Sunday. Her mind slowly becoming occupied with lewd thoughts as her meal progressed, culminating in the giant pile of scrambled eggs vanishing in a matter of minutes, and her eventual return to the fridge for seconds as her first serving wasn’t as filling as she’d hoped. In her hunger and increasing horniness, Claire scrounged around her fridge, drinking a whole gallon of OJ followed by a half gallon of milk and three large tubs of yogurt before finally pulling herself out of the fridge with a loud burp. She mentally kicked herself as she came to terms with her unexpected gluttony.

Claire returned to absentmindedly rubbing her gut, once more savoring the feeling of being so heavily gravid like she had been since getting Will inside her. She leisurely moved from the kitchen over to her couch, silently patting and massaging her middle. It’d been almost three days since she had her conversation with Will, and as much as she was enjoying the maternal fulfillment, the feeling of being penetrated so heavily, and the subsequent gravid afterglow, was on her mind. Her bounteous belly sloshing as if to affirm her desires. Deciding to enjoy the feeling of being penetrated one last time, she picked herself up off the couch, and walked over to her room, her slit starting to drip with her arousal. As she was grabbing her biggest dildo, Claire felt a warm liquid start running down her breasts, she looked down. She found that she was lactating even more heavily than when she woke up, and that she had somehow gained a couple bra sizes just over breakfast. Curiosity drove her to explore her body, no real changes to the size of her belly, her hips seemed larger, and her rump seems to have grown as well. As Claire frisked herself, her breath grew heavier and heavier, eventually ending with her groping and massaging her leaking mammaries.

The intimacy of her fondling brought her lust into the limelight as her crotch continued to drip with need. Her arousal was becoming too much to bear, in her stupor Claire rushed to the bathroom, dildo in hand, and planted it firmly to the shower wall. Swiftly turning around Claire pointed her bounteous, expanding rear towards the latex prick, and slowly spread her cheeks to expose her hot, needy muff. A quick huff later, Claire slammed her jiggly backside onto the shower wall, managing to rail the synthetic member directly into her hungry snatch with an echoing thud.

Claire’s blush deepened as she repeatedly slammed her wobbling butt onto the wall, moaning all the while her womb was turned into an oversized coffee shaker as she frantically worked the dildo in and out of her snatch. The constant jostling eventually waking Will and Spaghetti from their slumber as Claire continued to fuck herself ragged on the latex toy. Her imagination running wild as she was back to daydreaming of Will fucking her brains out. Each thrust letting out a loud thwap, each hump leading to another echoing slosh as her inner juices were jostled around her guests. 15 minutes of fucking herself raw with the toy gave her the orgasm she was becoming addicted to. Her fluids gush from her velvety slit and onto the shower wall, still fervently humping the toy Claire let out moan after needy moan until another orgasm took her senses by storm, setting her lust ablaze and triggering a reflexive contraction.

The walls of Claire’s womb suddenly clasped around her occupants with an intense pressure, the pressure eventually pushing Will’s head out of Claire’s womb and into her pussy. Much to his annoyance Will’s entrance into Claire’s tunnel greeted him with a poke to the eye as a result of Claire’s incessant humping. Pushing aside his annoyance Will pulled his arm out of her womb, and started shoving the dildo out of his face. Claire saw the all too familiar stars as she felt Will start to crawl his way out of her womb. The intense and sudden pleasure turning her legs to jello, and giving out from the stimulation led Claire to fall straight onto her engorged middle.

Claire’s collapse onto her belly forced another increase in pressure, launching Will out of her tunnel only for him to face-plant into the shower wall. This was not how he imagined his morning would start. Now fully awake, Will planted his hands onto Claire’s now slickened, wobbly butt, and tenderly pulled the rest of himself out of her snatch. When Will managed to get one foot out of Claire’s velvety folds, he noticed that his other foot was still stuck inside. Chalking it up to a poorly timed contraction of her snatch, he tugged at his foot with more force, only to feel something wrapped around his ankle. He looked down and noticed two things, the first being that Claire’s snake had wrapped herself around his ankle, and two, there was a fleshy cord jutting out of her folds and snaking its way onto his belly.

As much as Will wanted to ask questions about why he had something attached to his bellybutton, as far as he was concerned, Spaghetti was still wrapped around his ankle and was attempting to retreat back into Claire’s womb. Knowing he’d spent enough time inside Claire’s delectable womb, Will tugged at his leg again and again, somehow managing to slowly drag the snake out of her with his foot.

The grinding against her g-spot brought about by Spaghetti’s reluctant departure from her depths was pushing Claire into another orgasm as foot after foot of uncomfortable serpent was dragged out of her depths. Her departure feeling just as pleasant as her invasion, just as orgasmic as her penetration. Claire’s body shuddered in orgasm as the Python slowly emerged from her depths. At some point, Spaghetti’s attempts to retreat into Claire’s folds started to backfire as when more that half of her emerged, her own slithering gyrations became tethered to the mountain lion’s ankle instead of the doe’s carnal chamber. After another few minutes of orgasmic gyration later, Spaghetti was completely exposed to the open air once more. Her chagrin was evident as she let go of Will’s ankle with a dissatisfied hiss. That feline had somehow managed to pull her out of Claire while barely doing anything.

Spaghetti swiveled her head back to Claire’s snatch, wanting to return to the humid warmth that provided her with bounteous rest. But before she could reach the doe’s heavenly lips, Claire slowly stood up on her hooves, using the shower door for balance. She turned around to see Will standing in her shower, covered in her fluids, with a cord attached to his belly. “Holy, Shit.” was the only two words Claire managed to muster before she noticed that Spaghetti also had a cord attached to her underside.

They were umbilical cords, Claire’s womb had somehow tried to make them her own children, just like that article from the other day said it would. “I should’ve seen this coming,” Claire spoke first, “but my first question is if you two are ok.” The two ex tenants of the doe’s womb, shared a kurt glance at each other before turning back to Claire. “I think we’re both fine.” Will replies, not noticing a small streak of blood dripping from his nose, “What day is it?” Claire was about to reply Tuesday when she spotted Will’s nosebleed and pointed it out to him with both apologies and worry. “Don’t blame yourself too much, it probably happened when you fell and practically launched me into the wall face first.” Will replied stifling a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, before taking a few tender steps forwards and wrapping his soaked arms around Claire’s waist, and leaning in for a tender, passionate kiss. Will pulled back in surprise when he thought he tasted bacon on Claire’s lips.

“Claire, am I imagining this, or do your lips taste like bacon?” Claire let out a surprised chuckle before doubling over in full blown laughter, “I tried some for breakfast this morning,” she yelled out between her fits of laughter. It took Claire a few more minutes to regain her composure, as the absurdity of Will’s astonished exclamation hit her like a truck. “Whooo.” She said between breaths, “Sorry about that. Yeah I had bacon for breakfast, and before you get too worked up, I’ve spent the past few days looking into why I was able to carry both of you in my belly.” She let the statement sink in for a few moments before continuing. She motioned for Will to follow her, and she walked over to her computer. “All my research led back to one weird condition,” she pulled up the most helpful webpage, “It’s apparently called ‘predator syndrome’ and it’s super rare. As in, there might be 5 or so other people here in town that have it, kind of rare.” Will sputtered in surprise, “and apparently, my specific flavor of predator syndrome, is one that I can give to you.” She looked at the umbilical cord attaching Will to her, “And it seems like I already gave it to you.” Claire felt Spaghetti coil herself around her leg and remembered the umbilical that was attached to her pet, “To both of you.”

Will stood there in abject shock from the massive knowledge-bomb that Claire just dropped on him. After a few heavy minutes passed Will finally spoke, “So, What does that mean for us?” Claire looked at him, “Well, not much really changes, other than the fact that there’s a limit to how long I can keep you inside me.” Claire suddenly remembered an important piece of information when she glanced at the clock, “oh yeah, I almost forgot, you asked what day it was. Well today’s Tuesday.” Claire said succinctly.

“Hang on-” Claire gently spoke as she pulled a pair of scissors and some zip-ties from the desk drawer, “We need to take care of these.” A quick few moments and the three had their newfound umbilicals cut. Will was a little shaken, “how did you know that would work?” She took a quick glance at him, “turns out there are a few preds online that actually give tutorials on how to navigate these things” Claire spoke softly, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll get started on your breakfast, Precious.~” Claire continued in a sultry voice giving a wayward wink

Things only got Weirder for Will, as when he took his shower, he noticed that his muzzle seemed a fair bit longer than normal, and that his already catlike flexibility had been dialed up to eleven. He could smell the sizzling bacon from the kitchen, and at that moment his stomach growled.