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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side. \nThank you again for being amazing! \nPLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet. \nA final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me... Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires. \nAnd if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing. \nCHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please. \n\nIt was just another day for Chaser. His real name became irrelevant when he hit puberty and faded and phased out as he took to his newest identity. Chaser was his name and the activity that he had become somewhat famous - errrr... Notorious for. Even on an off day, he wasn't satisfied without popping someone, and he could do it, near continually, without needing to gather up and store his creamy nectar for the final event. He was blessed, as it were. It was only natural for Chaser to adopt the attitude of a Chad, he was born with the all the traits, characteristics, and personality of a Chad. A hyper Chad to be precise. \nIt wasn't even a detour for him, altering his plans the moment he watched Gina Walk right on past him, her minkish black button moist nose turned up as if the world was not good enough for her lofty standards. The second she crossed his path, his heels swiveled on the ground and his new path was directly behind the alluring vixen. \nChaser stood as an imposing figure, an Anthro Rat with a sturdy, muscular build that made him hard to miss. His physique boasted broad shoulders, strong arms, and a pronounced pot belly. He wasn't a gym rat, his shape and size only earned from good genetics, and it was easy to tell that gift. Besides, nothing about him, his style, the way he talked, would ever make someone honestly believe he actually did do anything of worth or merit. He wasn't lazy, but he definitely sought the shortcuts. \nDespite the extra weight, his muscles were well-defined, giving him a powerful and formidable appearance. His fur was a sleek, dark brown, with lighter patches around his snout and underbelly. His paws to boot. Chaser's eyes gleamed with sharp, unearned confident intelligence, and his whiskers twitched with perpetual curiosity and mischief, only heightened by the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, stalking someone. \nHe favored a practical yet stylish look that complemented his sizable robust frame. He donned a fitted, sleeveless vest made of durable, dark leather which allowed for ease of movement while highlighting his muscular arms. He did his body type a disservice if he wasn't showing off the big guns. The dark vest had a few brass buttons and pockets, which only added to his rugged charm. His trousers were made of thick, brown canvas, held up with a wide, sturdy belt. The trousers were slightly loose with pockets deep enough to carry a shotgun if he wanted. Well-worn, knee-high boots made of leather adorned his feet. \nBut what really made him all the more confident wasn't even his abnormally sized cock, nor his swollen balls that could pop an elephant, it was these leathers he had on his body? They were the leftovers of victims who went blissfully moaning into the vastness of the night. \n\"Hey, hey...\" He called out from behind Gina. \nGina continued walking, just a little bit faster now, not even looking behind her. It wasn't too late at night for a girl to automatically assume the worst, but she just didn't want to deal with it. She was off to a party and she'd been itching for some down time. \nHe was taller than her by a significant amount, though Gina with her flared voluptuous massive tail stretched high, she could match his height but just barely. But his legs, coltish, were still impressively longer than her and all he had to do was step a little faster, a little further and ... Shoulder to shoulder, he turned around and planted his palm on the side of a building, preventing her continued elusiveness. Just before an alley way. \n\"Hey girl, you know I'm talking to you... Why you gunna be so rough like that.\" \nShe sneered, \"Oh, please. You don't think you're the first to come at me like this? Your just another creep...\" She huffed. Gina was in a lovely little ready to go mini dress. It was ruby red to match her silken crimson scarlet bright hair. Her pale fur only enhanced by being encased by the dress. It was shoulder-less, wrapped her torso forming the perfect corset just below where her heavy-set breasts ended, and slunk down to mid-thigh. If she bent down, her panties, if she had any, would flash smiles. \nAs Gina, undaunted, mimicked Chasers about face, turning the opposite direction, one where a tree for an arm wasn't blocking her path, Chaser completed the mink trap and planted his other palm on the building, imprisoning Gina between his jail cell of arms. \n\"That what you think? See, here I was thinking that you were just another dime a dozen slut going out to get herself stuffed by some rando at a party to make herself feel all good inside...\" He was easily a foot taller than her, he towered, but as he spoke, he neared his face to hers. \nInstinctively, Gina glanced up, showing she wasn't afraid. \n\"You jealous that I would rather anyone at some rando party to fuck me than you?\" She sneered, \"You ain't even that good looking to begin with.\" \nChaser liked the cattiness. He liked them because he knew they were the easier to fall victim, they wanted what he had to offer even if he didn't seem to have what they needed. But he did. By several inches, and several gallons and then some. \nHe pressed forward against her, his groin grinding against the belly of her stomach. It was then that she could make out the defined detail of an impressive cock, heavy besides, as it laid into her. The heat was scolding hot against her and it immediately triggered something primal inside her. \n\"Tell me why you still here then?\"\n\"Cuz you're trying to stop me from leaving, asshole.\" \n\"No... Not like that. If you been slutting around town like a common little whore, why nobody pop you yet? All them party animals with their limp pathetic dicks --- talking the talk, but they sure fuck ain't popping the pop.\" His hand was gigantic, almost enough to palm her skull, and it seized her chin, dragging her face upward so they could look each other in the eye. \n\"Maybe I just don't want to be popped.\" She huffed. \n\"I don't buy that for a second. You look like you trying to get popped or else you wouldn't be dressed like that.\" His cock was hardening, sliding easily out of his leather pants, the waistband peeling forward and over the lip, crown heavy and weighty naked against her smooth velvet minidress. He shoved it forward a little, give her a taste of what he had intentions for. \n\"You're a fucking pig.\" Gina said, her eyes dipping to look at that cock, but the way her chin was secure, it was impossible to do so. \n\"Rat. Names Chaser. What's yours?\" He laughed to himself, \"Not like it much matters. Humor me.\" One of his hands slipped from the brick wall and coiled through her long mane of hair. Brown disappears into a sea of blood red. \n\"Gina. And you are just like those guys, all talk talk talk. And I don't want it. Dumbass.\" \n\"Certainty feels like you want it. I can feel your heart racing against my cock.\" He slides his hips back and forward, thumping against her stomach, precum already drooling from the tip of his cock in excitement. After a full pump, it was teasing against the underbelly of her breasts, squeezing between her corset-tight buxom bosom. \n\"Yeah, well, I don't. Especially not from you. I have standards, you know.\" She huffed, but her demeanor was altering the more aggressive that Chaser became. It wasn't outright aggression or threat, but his very imposing dominant figure was rather absolute. \nThe more he continued to fuck against her, and not inside her, she could feel his out-of-shape and vast stomach blanket against all her slender well-maintained stomach right on along with that massive ready to fuck cock, \"Well, where else you think, I am going to store all my popping seed hu? Do you know how much it takes to pop? And believe me, I pop a few a day, so I gotta have a little extra storage room.\" \n\"A few? Oh brother, please. Chaser. Baby, you might be hung like a bull, but you can't sell me on that lie.\" Gina whimpered, her body falling victim to the rather authoritative dominance that Chaser seemed to possess in spades. He was very much in control of the situation and he had very much said these things to others. He was a fuck boi, or a Chad, having all this scripted so that it came out of his mouth like second nature. Almost believable, but not quite. \n\"You don't think I could do it, do you? Well...\" He smiled, his teeth shimmering in the moon light, the side of one of his lips inching up even further to give him a snarling smirk and not just a pleasant confident smile. His left hand went into one of his numerous pockets and produced a wad of cash, all hundred-dollar bills, and he flashed the green so it reflected off her eyes. A handful of bills turned into about five of them, the rest scattered on the ground below, one lodging itself between their joined stomach and heavy drooling cock. The five that remained, he pushed into her dress, right down the top. The action so dismissive that the force of it caused the dress to tilt off a breast, exposing it. The bills fit right on inside. \n\"I'll pay you. Give me a crack at it, and if you aren't popped, you get some extra spending money. Maybe then you could buy someone to fuck you to a pop?\" He said, but honestly, he knew he had won the game and Gina was already well on her way to creaming inside her little red short mini dress. \nHe was just so bold and confident. It was hard to reject such, as far as she could tell, unwarranted superiority. \n\"But what if I don't want to get popped, hu? Maybe, just maybe, buster, the reason I haven't been popped is because I don't want to be popped.\" \n\"Ain't not a woman alive who doesn't want to get popped. Think about it, your belly all swelling up nice and big with my cum. Dumping cum shot after cum shot inside her, over and over, just stretching this tight little tummy right on out. I bet a little minx like you loves having cum inside her pussy, imagine if that cum was all in you, everywhere, expanding your stomach... Bigger and bigger.\" He was dry humping her stomach now. His cock ruffled the minidress upward, catching it with each gyration until it exposed her wet little pussy, a tuft of crimson hair decorating the carpet. His force against her own confused by joining sensual humpings exposed her petite and rather femininely muscular stomach. It allowed him to leave his mark on her, dragging his cum filled leaking dick against her pale fur. \nShe wasn't exactly entirely opposed to what he was saying, especially if it meant this dadbod of a Chad was going to fuck her two ways to Sunday. She doubted he could pop her, she hoped he couldn't.... She didn't want to be popped. It made her nervous, a little scared even, even though it was absolutely acceptable in society. Almost a rite of passage. But God, he was just all up on her right now that thinking was becoming harder and harder, not to mention his rather curt and oppressive demanding nature. So insistent. He was a man's man. \n\"Fine...\" She lingered her eyes down, ashamed of agreeing to this, least of all was the fact that she knew that he didn't care about her at all. She was just another lay to him, she could tell. What a fuck boi. But fuck this boi could fuck, she already knew, just by the way he ground against her. And with such force, her bum planted against the bricks of the wall, pancaking against them as she was fucked. \nWith that, he pulled back, leaving her momentarily to gasp. She said yes, didn't she? \nHe took her hand and pried her away from the building and dragged her to the alleyway. The dark of night cloaking them. Nothing said a cheap fuck like having sex with a stranger in the alleyway. \nChaser didn't pull up his pants and as he stepped around into the alley, carting Gina behind him. Her ruby red six-inch stilettos echoing as she tried to regain her balance, and her orientation, as she was dragged into the last place, she would ever see alive. She stepped on his pants that were now off, revealing his hard cock. \nNow she had little to no doubts that he wasn't about to pop her. That made her more concerned, \"A...actually...\" \nBut he didn't hear her, or rather, didn't care to hear her. Instead, he pinned her against the wall and hiked her minidress up all the way, and down also, so it was more a belt around her waist, exposing her breasts and rather well lubricated pussy. His gut pressed against her body, and with him standing to full height, he was able to rub and grind her upward against the wall, just enough so that his cock was positioned right nearest her crotch which he oh so desperately wanted to fuck. \n\"How fitting to fuck you in the alley. Almost like your nothing but trash. But, you know, honestly, I don't even think of you as trash. I just don't care about you at all. Look at you, all dolled up like your something but really, you just aren't....\" And with that his hardened emboldened cock slipped against her flowery pussy lips, pushing against it. It was a massively tight fit, horribly so, but he loved the sensation of that latch grip against him. \nShe, however, didn't. The cock was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before and she certainly wasn't going to experience it again. Once the cock earned entry inside her, shoving into her with such width and force that her well used pussy, maintained and tight, just snapped around it like cellophane. She felt it right inside her, expanding and touching in creaks and crevices that she never knew she had before. It was painful, in the most pleasant way possible. Like a pressure that stimulated her to the core. It went deeper and deeper as he began to slowly fuck inside her. Her body bobbed against the wall in response. It was like she was riding a rollercoaster and it was never going to end. The pleasure and bliss were almost instant and it was hard to deny that this was by far the best fucking of her life. She felt the rat fucking her, all over her, absorbing her, penetrating her. His muscular body just controlled her like a ragdoll and his stomach, perfect dadbod and naked, pressing firmly against her, securing her position against the wall itself. \nThat impressive cock bashed inside her without so much as a hint of stopping or concern for her wellbeing. She was going to take it, made to take it, regardless of if she liked it or not. But she did. She did like it. In a terrifying and frightening way. His body moved closer to her, feeling his definition and unique characteristics spilling against her, warming her, cocooning her. Absorbing her as she absorbed him. \n\"W...wait... wait...\" She murmured louder, but these pleas, while absolutely crouched in concern, were outweighed by the sound of her pitter-pattering groans and moans. She was beyond the limit of stimulation and she couldn't hide her wanton wants. She tried to vocalize her dislike, but moaning wildly and animalistically while doing so really worked against her objective objections. That heavy sloppy wet juicy turgid cock bashed inside her, hiking her against the wall, before sliding down her canal like it was a slide, letting her body slink downward before she was forced right on back up the wall. She felt the cock inside her well used and abused cunt, but she felt it like a lightning rod straight up into her brain. \nHer body was on fire, and each thrust only stoked the fire. \nGina squirmed intensely, trying to get into a different, more comfortable position, but that was impossible. Chaser was everywhere. He was ubiquitous. He was her beginning and end, and subconsciously she realized that. \nChaser's teeth snarled wide, flashing razored knives, as a particularly hasty hand clutched against her bobbing breast and squeezed it, joining her white furred tuft of breast meat with his massive, browned palms. He fondled her, not quite hungry, so much as possessively. He was spurred by arousal, but Gina found his dominance unprecedented as he claimed her breast as his own. He crushed the meat in his palm before spreading her pussy lips gasping open as his vagina nectar-coated cock drowned itself in the depths of her pink snatch. \nHer furry paws pushed against those broad shoulders, trying to free herself, but that didn't much help at all. He was like an unmovable object. And that was before she felt that cock expand and flare out. Her cervix expanded as the crown of his well-grown and horribly huge cock bloated with streamy semen. \nGina's efforts were conflicting and confused though, alternating between trying to liberate herself and to slide her lithe body out from under him one minute, to trying to wrap her slender arm around his shoulder and back to pull him closer. Chaser retorted by seizing her offending wrist and pinning it, like her, to the wall. \n\"I didn't think I'd be fucking a snake, thought you were a mink...\" He growled, penetrating her without hesitation as he spoke down to her physically and metaphorically. \nShe'd been cum inside too many times not to know what that all meant. He might as well be knotted inside her, with how big his cock had grown. His heavy testicles pendulum against her sweet tight little bubble butt of an ass as she rocked back and forth, her body raising up and down like she was on a seesaw. \nAnd he shot inside her. One long and large explosion. It was sloppy, it was heavy, it was warm, sticky, and it sizzled her insides, causing her body to convulse with jubilant excitement to match Chaser's own intensity. He continued to cum. And he continued to fuck inside her. And she continued to jumble words together in the hopes of solving that elusive puzzle of making a sentence of protest. She couldn't manage one because the moment her pussy walls dug into the sides of her hips from that expansive explosive cock, it was over for her and she was liberally cumming just about as much as he was. The thing was; however, his cock was just so ungodly terribly large that her juices had no exit and quite in fact, the most powerful and fur raising orgasm she'd ever had was now contributing to her popped. \nHer stomach swelled, popping outward, forming like she was pregnant. She looked down in shock as she literally watched herself grow. It was like watching a timelapse video of a mother going through the different stages of pregnancy. She knew from the onset that he was capable of popping her, but it was an entirely different thing to bear witness to her inflating stomach, her body itself felt filled and completely overstuffed. \nHis cock was remorseless and relentless though, he hadn't lost a pace of fucking from cumming inside her, the only difference was that whatever creamy thick milk that was brewing and basting and churning inside her that just so happened to coat and paint her pussy was being scrubbed away by the object of her demise and stuffed right on up to her swollen, swelling, high pressured stomach. \nHer minidress, already sheer and tight, acted as effectively in preventing her expansion as a stone would to a tsunami. It snapped without much incident and popped behind her. It exposed her once finely honed body, showing the true effects of gallons upon gallons of cum that she now hosted inside her stomach. The sensation, the fear, the bliss, all culminated into a heightened and desperately different sensation because of her purely physical expansion. Chaser's body slowly slipped back as her stomach began to grow and grow, stretching. Her full pale fur was only patched enough for her sexy willowy size, and the moment that it grew larger than that, portions of her naked flesh were revealed in all its glory. \nThey were both naked, and Gina's back pinned against the alleyway wall. Chaser stepped back to give that stomach more and more room to expand like a balloon. Her toes curled as the uncomfortable stuffedness of her stomach continued to echo throughout her body. It felt like her body was shrinking, shriveling to accommodate for her beach ball sized stomach. It was completely spherical by this time and so bloated that it didn't even jiggle or wobble, it remained perfectly smoothly round, even that there was a decent amount of give to globe. \nHer paws fit against the tippy top of her tummy, trying to force it back into shape, but instead, it grew out of her reach and now she was left with her hands on either side of her stomach, arms fully wrapped around it, cradling it but doing nothing to stop it. \nIt was not just her belly that suffered from such a massive physical alteration. Her breasts also expanded, filling up with unwanted cum that couldn't be accommodated by her already completely filled to the brim stomach. \nThroughout the experience, she was cumming her poor little brains out while she whispered, \"No, no, take it out... Out...outttttt....\" Each time she begged, she came, each time he thrust inside her and dumped another load in, she came. \n\"But if I took it out, you would lose all that reward you so rightfully earned. That would be a shame, wouldn't it?\" Chaser teased Gina. He was situated quite a distance from her now. Gina was practically laying on the wall with her shoulders, and Chaser was several steps behind her, yet his cock continued to lodge itself deep and fulfilling inside her, making sure that all she felt was that satisfying sensation of being ... stuffed. \n\"Besides, my little minky minx, it is far too late for you now. If I took it out now, you are still going to pop...\" He laughed, hungrily palming one of her inflated breasts, smashing it down, churning the cum and encouraging that liquidy sloshing sound and sensation like it was a full, tied off water balloon, \"This must be your first time.\" \nShe didn't know how it was possible, but just then she felt paralleling paradoxes all at once. She felt like she would float away in the night sky, meet the moon up high, but she also felt heavy enough to collapse against the alley way and make a crater. Movement wasn't painful for her - but it was difficult, perhaps even impossible. \nThe whites of her eyes shoved vigorously, her pupils shrunk to a pin drop as she watched her fleshy fur coat tremble and seize, like an earthquake.\nAnd then... POP! \nCum blasted and showered everywhere. It rained cum down on Chaser. \nGina was nowhere in sight. \nNaked Chaser looked at the ribbon of a crimson dress that looked more like a belt on the ground, drenched in white. He also saw the five hundred dollars on the ground, \"You earned it...\" He laughed, walking out of the alley, whistling to himself. \nThe crimson high heel spun far above the alley way buildings, flop over flop, and came right on down to earth onto Chasers head. It hit. \n\"Son bitch...\" He said, rubbing his head. \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side.
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And if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing.
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It was just another day for Chaser. His real name became irrelevant when he hit puberty and faded and phased out as he took to his newest identity. Chaser was his name and the activity that he had become somewhat famous - errrr... Notorious for. Even on an off day, he wasn't satisfied without popping someone, and he could do it, near continually, without needing to gather up and store his creamy nectar for the final event. He was blessed, as it were. It was only natural for Chaser to adopt the attitude of a Chad, he was born with the all the traits, characteristics, and personality of a Chad. A hyper Chad to be precise.
It wasn't even a detour for him, altering his plans the moment he watched Gina Walk right on past him, her minkish black button moist nose turned up as if the world was not good enough for her lofty standards. The second she crossed his path, his heels swiveled on the ground and his new path was directly behind the alluring vixen.
Chaser stood as an imposing figure, an Anthro Rat with a sturdy, muscular build that made him hard to miss. His physique boasted broad shoulders, strong arms, and a pronounced pot belly. He wasn't a gym rat, his shape and size only earned from good genetics, and it was easy to tell that gift. Besides, nothing about him, his style, the way he talked, would ever make someone honestly believe he actually did do anything of worth or merit. He wasn't lazy, but he definitely sought the shortcuts.
Despite the extra weight, his muscles were well-defined, giving him a powerful and formidable appearance. His fur was a sleek, dark brown, with lighter patches around his snout and underbelly. His paws to boot. Chaser's eyes gleamed with sharp, unearned confident intelligence, and his whiskers twitched with perpetual curiosity and mischief, only heightened by the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, stalking someone.
He favored a practical yet stylish look that complemented his sizable robust frame.  He donned a fitted, sleeveless vest made of durable, dark leather which allowed for ease of movement while highlighting his muscular arms. He did his body type a disservice if he wasn't showing off the big guns. The dark vest had a few brass buttons and pockets, which only added to his rugged charm. His trousers were made of thick, brown canvas, held up with a wide, sturdy belt. The trousers were slightly loose with pockets deep enough to carry a shotgun if he wanted. Well-worn, knee-high boots made of leather adorned his feet.
But what really made him all the more confident wasn't even his abnormally sized cock, nor his swollen balls that could pop an elephant, it was these leathers he had on his body? They were the leftovers of victims who went blissfully moaning into the vastness of the night.
"Hey, hey..." He called out from behind Gina.
Gina continued walking, just a little bit faster now, not even looking behind her. It wasn't too late at night for a girl to automatically assume the worst, but she just didn't want to deal with it. She was off to a party and she'd been itching for some down time.
He was taller than her by a significant amount, though Gina with her flared voluptuous massive tail stretched high, she could match his height but just barely. But his legs, coltish, were still impressively longer than her and all he had to do was step a little faster, a little further and ... Shoulder to shoulder, he turned around and planted his palm on the side of a building, preventing her continued elusiveness. Just before an alley way.
"Hey girl, you know I'm talking to you... Why you gunna be so rough like that."
She sneered, "Oh, please. You don't think you're the first to come at me like this? Your just another creep..." She huffed. Gina was in a lovely little ready to go mini dress. It was ruby red to match her silken crimson scarlet bright hair. Her pale fur only enhanced by being encased by the dress. It was shoulder-less, wrapped her torso forming the perfect corset just below where her heavy-set breasts ended, and slunk down to mid-thigh. If she bent down, her panties, if she had any, would flash smiles.
As Gina, undaunted, mimicked Chasers about face, turning the opposite direction, one where a tree for an arm wasn't blocking her path, Chaser completed the mink trap and planted his other palm on the building, imprisoning Gina between his jail cell of arms.
"That what you think? See, here I was thinking that you were just another dime a dozen slut going out to get herself stuffed by some rando at a party to make herself feel all good inside..." He was easily a foot taller than her, he towered, but as he spoke, he neared his face to hers.
Instinctively, Gina glanced up, showing she wasn't afraid.
"You jealous that I would rather anyone at some rando party to fuck me than you?" She sneered, "You ain't even that good looking to begin with."
Chaser liked the cattiness. He liked them because he knew they were the easier to fall victim, they wanted what he had to offer even if he didn't seem to have what they needed. But he did. By several inches, and several gallons and then some.
He pressed forward against her, his groin grinding against the belly of her stomach. It was then that she could make out the defined detail of an impressive cock, heavy besides, as it laid into her. The heat was scolding hot against her and it immediately triggered something primal inside her.
"Tell me why you still here then?"
"Cuz you're trying to stop me from leaving, asshole."
"No... Not like that. If you been slutting around town like a common little whore, why nobody pop you yet? All them party animals with their limp pathetic dicks --- talking the talk, but they sure fuck ain't popping the pop." His hand was gigantic, almost enough to palm her skull, and it seized her chin, dragging her face upward so they could look each other in the eye.
"Maybe I just don't want to be popped." She huffed.
"I don't buy that for a second. You look like you trying to get popped or else you wouldn't be dressed like that." His cock was hardening, sliding easily out of his leather pants, the waistband peeling forward and over the lip, crown heavy and weighty naked against her smooth velvet minidress. He shoved it forward a little, give her a taste of what he had intentions for.
"You're a fucking pig." Gina said, her eyes dipping to look at that cock, but the way her chin was secure, it was impossible to do so.
"Rat. Names Chaser. What's yours?" He laughed to himself, "Not like it much matters. Humor me." One of his hands slipped from the brick wall and coiled through her long mane of hair. Brown disappears into a sea of blood red.
"Gina. And you are just like those guys, all talk talk talk. And I don't want it. Dumbass."
"Certainty feels like you want it. I can feel your heart racing against my cock." He slides his hips back and forward, thumping against her stomach, precum already drooling from the tip of his cock in excitement. After a full pump, it was teasing against the underbelly of her breasts, squeezing between her corset-tight buxom bosom.
"Yeah, well, I don't. Especially not from you. I have standards, you know." She huffed, but her demeanor was altering the more aggressive that Chaser became. It wasn't outright aggression or threat, but his very imposing dominant figure was rather absolute.
The more he continued to fuck against her, and not inside her, she could feel his out-of-shape and vast stomach blanket against all her slender well-maintained stomach right on along with that massive ready to fuck cock, "Well, where else you think, I am going to store all my popping seed hu? Do you know how much it takes to pop? And believe me, I pop a few a day, so I gotta have a little extra storage room."
"A few? Oh brother, please. Chaser. Baby, you might be hung like a bull, but you can't sell me on that lie." Gina whimpered, her body falling victim to the rather authoritative dominance that Chaser seemed to possess in spades. He was very much in control of the situation and he had very much said these things to others. He was a fuck boi, or a Chad, having all this scripted so that it came out of his mouth like second nature. Almost believable, but not quite.
"You don't think I could do it, do you? Well..." He smiled, his teeth shimmering in the moon light, the side of one of his lips inching up even further to give him a snarling smirk and not just a pleasant confident smile. His left hand went into one of his numerous pockets and produced a wad of cash, all hundred-dollar bills, and he flashed the green so it reflected off her eyes. A handful of bills turned into about five of them, the rest scattered on the ground below, one lodging itself between their joined stomach and heavy drooling cock. The five that remained, he pushed into her dress, right down the top. The action so dismissive that the force of it caused the dress to tilt off a breast, exposing it. The bills fit right on inside.
"I'll pay you. Give me a crack at it, and if you aren't popped, you get some extra spending money. Maybe then you could buy someone to fuck you to a pop?" He said, but honestly, he knew he had won the game and Gina was already well on her way to creaming inside her little red short mini dress.
He was just so bold and confident. It was hard to reject such, as far as she could tell, unwarranted superiority.
"But what if I don't want to get popped, hu? Maybe, just maybe, buster, the reason I haven't been popped is because I don't want to be popped."
"Ain't not a woman alive who doesn't want to get popped. Think about it, your belly all swelling up nice and big with my cum. Dumping cum shot after cum shot inside her, over and over, just stretching this tight little tummy right on out. I bet a little minx like you loves having cum inside her pussy, imagine if that cum was all in you, everywhere, expanding your stomach... Bigger and bigger." He was dry humping her stomach now. His cock ruffled the minidress upward, catching it with each gyration until it exposed her wet little pussy, a tuft of crimson hair decorating the carpet. His force against her own confused by joining sensual humpings exposed her petite and rather femininely muscular stomach. It allowed him to leave his mark on her, dragging his cum filled leaking dick against her pale fur.
She wasn't exactly entirely opposed to what he was saying, especially if it meant this dadbod of a Chad was going to fuck her two ways to Sunday. She doubted he could pop her, she hoped he couldn't.... She didn't want to be popped. It made her nervous, a little scared even, even though it was absolutely acceptable in society. Almost a rite of passage. But God, he was just all up on her right now that thinking was becoming harder and harder, not to mention his rather curt and oppressive demanding nature. So insistent. He was a man's man.
"Fine..." She lingered her eyes down, ashamed of agreeing to this, least of all was the fact that she knew that he didn't care about her at all. She was just another lay to him, she could tell. What a fuck boi. But fuck this boi could fuck, she already knew, just by the way he ground against her. And with such force, her bum planted against the bricks of the wall, pancaking against them as she was fucked.
With that, he pulled back, leaving her momentarily to gasp. She said yes, didn't she?
He took her hand and pried her away from the building and dragged her to the alleyway. The dark of night cloaking them. Nothing said a cheap fuck like having sex with a stranger in the alleyway.
Chaser didn't pull up his pants and as he stepped around into the alley, carting Gina behind him. Her ruby red six-inch stilettos echoing as she tried to regain her balance, and her orientation, as she was dragged into the last place, she would ever see alive. She stepped on his pants that were now off, revealing his hard cock.
Now she had little to no doubts that he wasn't about to pop her. That made her more concerned, "A...actually..."
But he didn't hear her, or rather, didn't care to hear her. Instead, he pinned her against the wall and hiked her minidress up all the way, and down also, so it was more a belt around her waist, exposing her breasts and rather well lubricated pussy. His gut pressed against her body, and with him standing to full height, he was able to rub and grind her upward against the wall, just enough so that his cock was positioned right nearest her crotch which he oh so desperately wanted to fuck.
"How fitting to fuck you in the alley. Almost like your nothing but trash. But, you know, honestly, I don't even think of you as trash. I just don't care about you at all. Look at you, all dolled up like your something but really, you just aren't...." And with that his hardened emboldened cock slipped against her flowery pussy lips, pushing against it. It was a massively tight fit, horribly so, but he loved the sensation of that latch grip against him.
She, however, didn't. The cock was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before and she certainly wasn't going to experience it again. Once the cock earned entry inside her, shoving into her with such width and force that her well used pussy, maintained and tight, just snapped around it like cellophane. She felt it right inside her, expanding and touching in creaks and crevices that she never knew she had before. It was painful, in the most pleasant way possible. Like a pressure that stimulated her to the core. It went deeper and deeper as he began to slowly fuck inside her. Her body bobbed against the wall in response. It was like she was riding a rollercoaster and it was never going to end. The pleasure and bliss were almost instant and it was hard to deny that this was by far the best fucking of her life. She felt the rat fucking her, all over her, absorbing her, penetrating her. His muscular body just controlled her like a ragdoll and his stomach, perfect dadbod and naked, pressing firmly against her, securing her position against the wall itself.
That impressive cock bashed inside her without so much as a hint of stopping or concern for her wellbeing. She was going to take it, made to take it, regardless of if she liked it or not. But she did. She did like it. In a terrifying and frightening way. His body moved closer to her, feeling his definition and unique characteristics spilling against her, warming her, cocooning her. Absorbing her as she absorbed him.
"W...wait... wait..." She murmured louder, but these pleas, while absolutely crouched in concern, were outweighed by the sound of her pitter-pattering groans and moans. She was beyond the limit of stimulation and she couldn't hide her wanton wants. She tried to vocalize her dislike, but moaning wildly and animalistically while doing so really worked against her objective objections. That heavy sloppy wet juicy turgid cock bashed inside her, hiking her against the wall, before sliding down her canal like it was a slide, letting her body slink downward before she was forced right on back up the wall. She felt the cock inside her well used and abused cunt, but she felt it like a lightning rod straight up into her brain.
Her body was on fire, and each thrust only stoked the fire.
Gina squirmed intensely, trying to get into a different, more comfortable position, but that was impossible. Chaser was everywhere. He was ubiquitous. He was her beginning and end, and subconsciously she realized that.
Chaser's teeth snarled wide, flashing razored knives, as a particularly hasty hand clutched against her bobbing breast and squeezed it, joining her white furred tuft of breast meat with his massive, browned palms. He fondled her, not quite hungry, so much as possessively. He was spurred by arousal, but Gina found his dominance unprecedented as he claimed her breast as his own. He crushed the meat in his palm before spreading her pussy lips gasping open as his vagina nectar-coated cock drowned itself in the depths of her pink snatch.
Her furry paws pushed against those broad shoulders, trying to free herself, but that didn't much help at all. He was like an unmovable object. And that was before she felt that cock expand and flare out. Her cervix expanded as the crown of his well-grown and horribly huge cock bloated with streamy semen.
Gina's efforts were conflicting and confused though, alternating between trying to liberate herself and to slide her lithe body out from under him one minute, to trying to wrap her slender arm around his shoulder and back to pull him closer. Chaser retorted by seizing her offending wrist and pinning it, like her, to the wall.
"I didn't think I'd be fucking a snake, thought you were a mink..." He growled, penetrating her without hesitation as he spoke down to her physically and metaphorically.
She'd been cum inside too many times not to know what that all meant. He might as well be knotted inside her, with how big his cock had grown. His heavy testicles pendulum against her sweet tight little bubble butt of an ass as she rocked back and forth, her body raising up and down like she was on a seesaw.
And he shot inside her. One long and large explosion. It was sloppy, it was heavy, it was warm, sticky, and it sizzled her insides, causing her body to convulse with jubilant excitement to match Chaser's own intensity. He continued to cum. And he continued to fuck inside her. And she continued to jumble words together in the hopes of solving that elusive puzzle of making a sentence of protest. She couldn't manage one because the moment her pussy walls dug into the sides of her hips from that expansive explosive cock, it was over for her and she was liberally cumming just about as much as he was. The thing was; however, his cock was just so ungodly terribly large that her juices had no exit and quite in fact, the most powerful and fur raising orgasm she'd ever had was now contributing to her popped.
Her stomach swelled, popping outward, forming like she was pregnant. She looked down in shock as she literally watched herself grow. It was like watching a timelapse video of a mother going through the different stages of pregnancy. She knew from the onset that he was capable of popping her, but it was an entirely different thing to bear witness to her inflating stomach, her body itself felt filled and completely overstuffed.
His cock was remorseless and relentless though, he hadn't lost a pace of fucking from cumming inside her, the only difference was that whatever creamy thick milk that was brewing and basting and churning inside her that just so happened to coat and paint her pussy was being scrubbed away by the object of her demise and stuffed right on up to her swollen, swelling, high pressured stomach.  
Her minidress, already sheer and tight, acted as effectively in preventing her expansion as a stone would to a tsunami. It snapped without much incident and popped behind her. It exposed her once finely honed body, showing the true effects of gallons upon gallons of cum that she now hosted inside her stomach. The sensation, the fear, the bliss, all culminated into a heightened and desperately different sensation because of her purely physical expansion. Chaser's body slowly slipped back as her stomach began to grow and grow, stretching. Her full pale fur was only patched enough for her sexy willowy size, and the moment that it grew larger than that, portions of her naked flesh were revealed in all its glory.
They were both naked, and Gina's back pinned against the alleyway wall. Chaser stepped back to give that stomach more and more room to expand like a balloon. Her toes curled as the uncomfortable stuffedness of her stomach continued to echo throughout her body. It felt like her body was shrinking, shriveling to accommodate for her beach ball sized stomach. It was completely spherical by this time and so bloated that it didn't even jiggle or wobble, it remained perfectly smoothly round, even that there was a decent amount of give to globe.
Her paws fit against the tippy top of her tummy, trying to force it back into shape, but instead, it grew out of her reach and now she was left with her hands on either side of her stomach, arms fully wrapped around it, cradling it but doing nothing to stop it.
It was not just her belly that suffered from such a massive physical alteration. Her breasts also expanded, filling up with unwanted cum that couldn't be accommodated by her already completely filled to the brim stomach.
Throughout the experience, she was cumming her poor little brains out while she whispered, "No, no, take it out... Out...outttttt...." Each time she begged, she came, each time he thrust inside her and dumped another load in, she came.
"But if I took it out, you would lose all that reward you so rightfully earned. That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Chaser teased Gina. He was situated quite a distance from her now. Gina was practically laying on the wall with her shoulders, and Chaser was several steps behind her, yet his cock continued to lodge itself deep and fulfilling inside her, making sure that all she felt was that satisfying sensation of being ... stuffed.
"Besides, my little minky minx, it is far too late for you now. If I took it out now, you are still going to pop..." He laughed, hungrily palming one of her inflated breasts, smashing it down, churning the cum and encouraging that liquidy sloshing sound and sensation like it was a full, tied off water balloon, "This must be your first time."
She didn't know how it was possible, but just then she felt paralleling paradoxes all at once. She felt like she would float away in the night sky, meet the moon up high, but she also felt heavy enough to collapse against the alley way and make a crater. Movement wasn't painful for her - but it was difficult, perhaps even impossible.
The whites of her eyes shoved vigorously, her pupils shrunk to a pin drop as she watched her fleshy fur coat tremble and seize, like an earthquake.
And then... POP!
Cum blasted and showered everywhere. It rained cum down on Chaser.
Gina was nowhere in sight.
Naked Chaser looked at the ribbon of a crimson dress that looked more like a belt on the ground, drenched in white. He also saw the five hundred dollars on the ground, "You earned it..." He laughed, walking out of the alley, whistling to himself.
The crimson high heel spun far above the alley way buildings, flop over flop, and came right on down to earth onto Chasers head. It hit.
"Son bitch..." He said, rubbing his head.


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