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They Grow Up Too Quickly!
A tale by Anima. Contains plushie, vore, Unbirth/Genital vore, and assorted
sexual elements. :K)
Anima sighed happily, nestled
beside his two mates in bed. Somewhere in the
apartment, a clock clucked softly to itself. Shadows shifted across
the bed
and its occupants as they fled a passing car's headlights. In the wake
of
the vehicle's noise, the trio's breathing suddenly seemed unnaturally
loud.
Anima purrrred very softly as the silence allowed him to feel Krys'
heart
beating against his chest. It was a typical night, shared by millions
in
California. But none were remotely like these folks...
Windsor, by far the smaller of Anima's two
loves, snuggled against his
right side while Krys lay stretched out on the massive feline's chest.
Krys
made a startling contrast next to the two others, her russet fur shining
brightly against the velvet black of the panther's pelt. Windsor was
as
black as hir mate, but had more in common with Krys than Anima as far
as
species went. In fact, Windsor was an exceptional creature...purrhaps
one of
the first hermamph-plushie-panther/fox crossbreeds. (Talk about minority!)
Shi was barely two feet long excluding hir tail, and built like a plushie
vixen with chubby little legs and an overall cuddly impression. Hir
tail was
wonderful, a luxurious brush of sable fur big and fluffy enough to
lose
oneself in...
Krys was a more typical vixen, not to say
there was really anything
typical about her. She stood 5 foot something, not counting her large
pointed ears, and despite her athletic build, the vixen's curves were
all
purrrfection. Anima smiled as he thought about his two dearest loves.
The feline's ears could pick up the snores
of Windsor's parents in the
next room, a second vulpine couple who shared the apartment with them.
Their
names were Tad and Reya, a pair very much in love who had once been
sexually
involved with Anima and Krys. That relationship had lasted barely a
day
before Windsor had come along and, well, organized things into the
status
quo. Anima went over recent events in his mind, recalling
what had happened
to bring him to this lovely point in his life. Five months had passed
since
Anima had been 'reborn,' after Windsor had slurped him up into hir
soft womb
for processing. That procedure had temporarily rendered Anima a black
fox
like Windsor, but his shape-shifting ability let him revert to his
native
panther-shape at will, a lithe black cat with moody golden eyes. Tad
and
Reya had quickly found work on the police force that served their town,
and
were outstanding members of the community. Reya was pregnant now with
her
second child, a fact everyone in the house was pleased about...if also
a
little worried. Everything seemed perfect...yet something was nagging
at the
back of Anima's mind, not letting him sleep. Something about Windsor.
Shi was still quite young, about a year and
2 months. Yet the little
plushfox learned quickly, and was now the intellectual equal of most
of the
adults Anima knew. So hir mind was fine...what *was* it that was bothering
him? Still troubled, Anima admitted defeat for the moment and let sleep
claim him. It wasn't until the next morning that his nebulous concern
was
defined.
"Anima love, I'm worried
about Windsor." Krys plopped down across from her
mate at the round kitchen table. The panther had taken an humanoid
shape to
fit the chair, and also reduced his size to better fit the room. Krys
propped her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. Anima paused,
looking up at her from his bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
He preferred live food when he could get it,
but a couple boxes of this
stuff would do in a pinch; even if he did get milk on his whiskers.
"Shi's not growing." Krys finished, her emerald
eyes brimming. At last,
something clicked in the panther's head!
"Of course! I knew there
was something... Shi's gobbled me down
half-a-dozen times this month alone, yet shi hasn't gained an ounce!
I mean,
where does shi *put* it all? We've asked the question before, but now
it's a
serious issue!" He looked around for his other mate, but Windsor wasn't
in
sight.
Normally this would've been a cause for concern...
Windsor needed
constant supervision to prevent...incidents.
Krys nodded unhappily, and leaned across the
table to lick the milk off
her lover's whiskers. When she sat back, Anima observed a decisive
look in
her eyes.
"I think we should have
hir looked at." Now this was a surprise! Anima
fixed Krys with a skeptical look.
"And exactly who would know
anything about the kind of creature Windsor is?
Should we just wheel hir down to Children's Hospital, or would a vet
be more
appropriate?" Krys smiled slightly and shook her head.
"No, I've got a college
professor friend who has expressed an interest in
seeing hir; more than an interest actually. He wants to examine you
too,
incidentally; he said you were an intriguing case." The panther glared
in
mock offense, which Krys duly ignored. "He's doing research on higher
dimensions, and he thinks he might have some answers for us." Anima
sat
back, letting the spoon clatter in his empty bowl. A professor? It
was
something he'd never considered... True, they'd be most up to date...and
open minded.
"Might as well give it a
shot. But I'll talk to hir first." He warned,
pointing a thick velvet finger at her. "You know what shi's like, shi
may
just have decided *not* to grow. Who knows?" Krys nodded, and gave
her mate
a loving lick-kiss. Anima shifted to a natural-panther form, (As natural
as
one larger than an automobile can be,) and went prowling for his second
mate. He found hir in their bedroom, stretched out on a pillow, flipping
through a magazine with hir chubby little plush-paws. Hir black, glossy
fur
soaked up the sunlight streaming in the window; Anima rather envied
hir the
sunny spot. It was breathtakingly cute, and the cat found himself just
watching hir for a moment before shi noticed him. Windsor looked up
and met
his eyes with hers, two little orbs the hue of tiger's eye. Shi grinned,
hir
little pink tongue lolling out. The panther had come to grips with
the fact
that though Windsor was mostly plushie, shi was very much alive, and
had
many of the same organs an anthro-vixen would. And of course, hir behavior
wasn't consistent with the average stuffed toy either. Reading women's
magazines, for one, was something only Windsor would do! Hir current
choice
looked like 'Mademoiselle.'
"Heya kitty. There's a neat
article in here on multiple orgasms... Have a
nap today, okay? I want you energized for some experiments tonight!"
Anima
blushed at his mate's frankness; it was one of hir more endearing traits.
Padding to the foot of the bed, Anima bunched his muscles and leaped
up
beside the little feli-fox. Settling down, he plucked Windsor off the
pillow
and cuddled hir to his belly. Windsor murrrrred happily, burrowing
into hir
big kitty's silky fur. That was something else about Windsor, shi possessed
the plushie-magic of being an instant comfort to whomever held hir.
Anima
found himself relaxing, purrrrring gently and stroking Windsor with
his
thick, powerful paws. After a moment or two, shi looked up and mrrrred.
"Want to get a little closer? You know I'm
always hungry for ya
kitty...and this time I'll let you choose which end swallows you."
Windsor
giggled, pawing at Anima's tummy. The panther shook his head, his muzzle
curling up in a grin.
"No, I've got a question
for you dear, and I want you to answer it as best
you can." Anima purrrred soothingly, snuffling along the rich length
of hir
tail. The vixen nodded, looking up into Anima's big glowing eyes. "Krys
and
I were wondering...why aren't you growing? I mean, you're more than
a year
old and you haven't grown an inch! And you eat more than a herd of
elephants..." Windsor giggled, licking Anima on his broad nosepad.
He
wrinkled his nose as tickly-sensations raced from his nose, down his
spine,
and into his tail. Shi knew how to press all his buttons...
"Only cuz you're so tasty
love, and fabulously wriggly whenever I stuff you
down into my tummy. And I know you like being in there..." Anima blushed
again, not denying it. Being eaten alive excited him like little else...
Before he could dwell on the subject and arouse himself, Windsor returned
to
the matter at paw. "But I *am* growing! On the inside. My mind... I
haven't
bothered with the body yet. But if you want, I can start. Y'know, like
this?" Windsor leaped at him, covering his face with soft, ebony fur.
Anima
laughed, trying to brush the little fox away...and found he couldn't.
Shi
hadn't leaped at him, shi'd grown *out* against him! Shi was his size
now,
twenty feet long from nose to tailbase! Anima pulled back to get a
better
look, and fell off the bed.
*THUD*
True the bed was large, but not *that* large.
Windsor peeked over the
edge of the mattress at him, a smirk on hir suddenly-larger muzzle.
Krys
scampered in to investigate the floor-shaking thud, and stopped short
in the
doorway.
"Anima! You said you'd talk
to hir, nothing more!" Shi growled, staring
daggers at the fallen cat. He mewled pitifully and stuck his head under
the
bed; he hated being scolded... Windsor interceded before Krys really
started
in on the poor panther.
"He didn't do it Krys, I
did. He wanted me to grow, so I showed him I
could." Windsor giggled, pouncing off the bed and curling up beside
hir
fallen mate. Shi wrapped hir four legs around the panther, murrrring
to
match his purrring. Anima turned over, returning the embrace, and snuggled
with vigor. The floor was now a virtual mass of shifting panther and
fox!
Krys sighed wistfully, looking at the cozy pair, and slid in to join
them.
Cuddled closely together, all worries and stress seemed to melt away...there
was only each other, their warmth, and their love. Anima was the one
to
break the comfortable silence with the fatal question.
"Windsor, how big can you
get? Is this your limit?" Windsor just smiled,
and let hir tongue loll out again.
"Nope. You wanta see how
big I can get? Watch this!"
Chapter 2
"Calling all units in the
East Downtown district, report to Glenn
apartments to investigate a disturbance. Over." Tad and Reya stared
at each
other in horror, that was their place! Tad floored the accelerator,
making
the cruiser growl and leap in response.
"You don't think Windsor--did
something, do you?" Reya whined, staring out
the windshield. In an unconscious gesture of protection, the vixen
cupped
her paws against her soft tummy. Her police uniform still fit, the
pregnancy
wasn't more than a month or so along.
Family life had never been exactly calm since
their daughter/son had
entered the world, though the biggest problem to date had been the
disappearance of a number of housepets. They were all returned unharmed,
after a brief stay in the little plushie's belly... When they'd demanded
to
know why shi'd done it, Windsor had shrugged and claimed shi liked
being
stuffed full of things that struggled and thrashed. To prove hir point,
shi'd wolfed down Anima, and swallowed enough air to keep him alive.
After
seeing how obviously happy the panther's struggles made the plushfox,
Tad
and Reya had given it up. But through that, they'd learned digestion
by the
vixen wasn't inevitable after all...
Tad shrugged off the recollection,
trying to concentrate on driving. His
lights and siren were on, but plenty of drivers just didn't give a
crap
about cops and weren't cooperating! Tad tried to disguise the stress
in his
voice.
"Your guess is as good as
mine, sweetheart. It's probably something simple
though, like a protest or a strike. Who knows?" Reya nodded, and leaned
back
in her seat. Tad hoped he'd seen the tense muscles in her shoulders
relax,
but wasn't sure. Ten minutes later, the cruiser screeched to a halt
in front
of the apartment building. It seemed to be in shadow, which was inexplicable
given the clear sky and noon-day sun. Reya cranked down her window
and
leaned out, scanning the deserted front lawn. Nothing in sight... Then
they
heard a giggly voice they knew only too well, but amplified a hundred
times.
"See? Isn't this fun! I
would've done this sooner, if you'd asked."
The vulpine couple tumbled out of the car,
and raced around the side of
the building towards the caster of the shadow. Both stopped cold in
their
tracks when they saw what lay around the corner. Tad's eyes tracked
up, and
up, and up further... It was Windsor...but taller than the apartment
building! The todd made some quick calculations and gasped. Windsor
was
about a hundred feet tall! Shi also appeared more feminine than usual,
somehow. Probably because shi'd made hirself anthro, something the
dear
plushie didn't do very often. Breasts that normally appeared as little
teats
now rode proudly on hir chest; A pair of massive black-furred mounds
tipped
with pinkish nipples. Windsor's tail had stayed the same size
proportionately, which meant it could now swallow half a city block...and
almost had! Blocking the sun with a handpaw as he raised his gaze,
Tad
spotted Krys riding comfortably on the giantess' shoulder. After a
little
more searching, Reya pointed out Anima as well, nearly invisible against
Windsor's fur. Before they could try and communicate with their offspring,
a
middle-aged woman waddled up to them in what may have been a run. For
her.
Panting, she grinned at them crookedly.
"Thank God you're here!
That horrible monster came out of nowhere, crushed
my garden, and who knows what it'll do next! One of the other tenants
is on
the roof, trying to get a shot at the thing's eyes, but-" Tad yelped
and
jerked his head up to scan the roof. Sure enough, a man was leaning
over the
edge with a sinister-looking weapon in his arms. Another thing Tad
didn't
like about California: Everyone seemed to have a gun! Without even
thinking,
Tad had his revolver in his hand. A shot rang out...heads turned...and
the
man on the roof screamed as a slug pierced his shoulder. His gun made
a
distant clattering noise as it fell into the gutter ringing the roof.
Windsor looked down, bemused to see her parents. Shi cocked hir head,
ears
pricking forward, and called down to the distinctive vulpine couple.
"Hi Mom! Hi Dad! I've grown
up!" No one paid any attention to hir words, as
the gathering of apartment denizens began closing in on the Beauvilles.
The
lady who'd spoken to them first now had a wicked glint in her eyes.
"You...you *creatures* are
in league with each other! You're protecting it
instead of us! We should've known better than to think you'd take the
side
of humans." The faces around the fox couple were getting uglier by
the
moment. Then, an instant eclipse plunged the front lawn of the apartments
into darkness.
"Mom, Dad? Are these people
bothering you?" Screams broke out from the
humans as Windsor lowered hirself into a sitting position, lotus style,
on
the grass. Hir legs made a neat corral for the would-be lynching crowd.
Windsor grinned down at hir captives, poking gently among them while
they
screamed.
"Oh, don't make such a fuss!
I won't hurt you, as long as you leave my
family alone!" Heads were now turned skyward, nodding emphatically.
They
wanted nothing to do with a blood feud, especially given this *particular*
relative's stature... But when Windsor smiled and showed hir
stalactite-sized teeth, every shred of calm dissolved. Pure panic reigned
between Windsor's legs, as fifteen or so people scrabbled at the soft
walls
of black fur, searching for a way out and away from the giant vixen.
This
scrabbling, shoving, and pushing had a decidedly pleasurable effect
on
Windsor, and shi began to moan gently. Hir paws drifted to hir breasts
and
Windsor began to play with hir proud nipples.
"Keep that up little ones,
and I may just have to eat you after all...not
with my mouth either." Shi murrrred, hir voice enough to make the humans
redouble their efforts to win free. Anima stood partially to reach
his
mate's triangle-shaped ear.
"Windsor, no! You mustn't
do anything to these people, they're--ACK!"
Windsor plucked Anima from his perch, and dangled him in front of her
nose.
"Sorry mate, you're distracting
me. Time for a snack!" Shi tilted hir head
back, and dropped the huge panther down into the moist cavern of hir
mouth.
Anima screamed his defiance and anger as he hit his mate's tongue.
Bunching
his muscles he made a leap for the world outside...but it was far too
late.
Anima ran head first into Windsor's closed teeth. Shi winced as shi
heard
the clunk, and quickly swallowed while the kitty was still stunned.
At least
shi wouldn't have to worry about those claws of his...
A slimy ring of tissue squeezed firmly around Anima's hindquarters,
and
dragged him backwards down Windsor's throat. Everyone with their eyes
on
Windsor saw hir make a face as the panther's fur rubbed backwards against
hir tongue and inner cheeks. Maybe head first would've been a better
choice!
Anima fought dazedly, but at his best he was no match for the vixen's
tongue
and throat muscles. Windsor basted what remained of Anima with hir
slick
saliva to make his tickly fur go down a bit easier. Windsor mmmmmed,
closing
hir eyes and rubbing hir breasts while the panther's musky flavor trickled
over hir tongue and down hir gullet. Inch by inch, foot by foot, Anima
lost
the battle and sank further into his mate. When his frontpaws became
trapped
against his body, the panther gave it up and went limp. Windsor sensed
this
and swallowed hard! Heads turned skyward again as a tremendous GULP
shocked
everyone into silence. Strong ripples caressed Anima's lithe body even
as
they dragged him down, coaxing him to a fierce state of arousal. From
there,
the trip turned into a hot, slimy, roller coaster ride! Soon, Anima
was only
a bulge wriggling its way down into his lover's furry belly...
From the panther's perspective, a sphincter
let go of his head with a
*pop* and spilled his body into the fleshy cavern. Slimy mucus squelched
loudly when he hit the floor of the chamber, seeping into his beautiful
coat
and matting it. Hot,
sultry air filled the feline's lungs, combining with the flesh and
goo to
continue the caress Windsor's throat had begun. Little ripples and
contractions of the plushie's stomach caressed every square inch of
his
frame. Anima was no stranger to these surroundings, but they'd never
been
this roomy! Personally, he preferred the slimy walls clutching and
rippling
against his tightly compacted body, stroking him to mountain peaks
of hot,
boiling pleasure... Anima shook off his naughty thoughts and took stock
of
his situation. It didn't take long to decide the situation could be
described in a single phrase:
There goes the neighborhood.
Outside, Anima's other foxy mate was in a panic.
Krys was screaming
now, beating on Windsor's fluffy cheek! Her eyes were wide and staring,
almost all pupil. Anima had survived being swallowed before, but things,
(As
well as Windsor,) had changed quite a bit. What if he...
"Oh, I'm sorry Krys! I should've
known you two wanted some private time
together..." Windsor grinned, and snatched Krys off hir shoulder as
well.
"Though actually I hope I'll find some company for you two...I'm starving!
"
Windsor painted Krys with more foxie-saliva, rubbing her all over with
the
huge, nimble tongue. Before Krys was half-slimed, she was moaning in
pleasure and unconsciously spreading her legs. Anima had given her
tongue-baths before, but this was so much *more*... But Windsor noticed
none
of this, and soon finished coating Krys in an inch-thick layer of warm
drool. Shi made a tight 'o' with hir mouth, and slurped the vixen off
the
palm of hir hand. Windsor wolfed Krys down with much greater ease than
Anima, given the vixen's size. A subtle bulge in the giantess' neck
marked
hir second snack's progress until it vanished into hir fluffy torso.
Seconds
later, Krys had joined Anima in his organic prison. The two didn't
show at
all on the massive vixen's body, though Windsor felt them as a delicious
wriggling weight in hir abdomen... Hir paw moved to hir soft, plush
belly
and stroked it sensually.
"Mmmm, oh yeah..." Distractions
disposed of satisfactorily, Windsor turned
hir attention back to the mass of humanity rubbing hir so nicely in
hir
favorite spots... Some of the humans had begun to notice some odd
precipitation in their furry prison... Where could that be coming from?
"Okay folks, time to play
stuff-the-vixen! How many can shi hold? Only time
will tell..." Tad and Reya stood by, helpless, as Windsor giggled again.
The
landlord was never going to forgive them for this...
Chapter 3
Frank Carney, a former Navy
SEAL, and one of the men who'd never approved
of the sniper idea, was shaking in fear. This morning he'd woken up
to toast
and orange juice...and now... Here he was, pressed into the soft folds
of a
monster fox's furred scrotum, while shi playfully hinted shi was about
to
treat them to a fate worse than quick death. Or was it worse? He'd
met
Windsor two months ago when he'd gone to the Beauvilles looking for
his lost
pet: A great Dane. He'd watched as Windsor disgorged it from hir soft
jaws,
dropping the size of hir furry tummy by almost three feet. Despite
being
*quite* slimy and disoriented, the dog had been perfectly fine. Ever
since
that encounter, Mr. Carney had found himself fascinated with the little
fox-creature... Frank looked up at the pubic mound looming above him,
his
eyes widening as he studied a gaping slit almost four feet long. The
labia
were big rubbery lips that had steadily filled with blood, (Or something,)
for the past two minutes. Frank realized early on that he and the rest
of
the trapped humans were inadvertently arousing the vixen. As Frank
gazed on
that slit with conflicting feelings, a splash of warm, sweet fluid
gushed
from its depths and rained down on him! His clothes were soaked to
the skin,
with the liquid and the vixen's heady musk. He got a little on his
tongue,
and exclaimed in surprise! It was the best thing he'd ever tasted!
Like a
wine, rich and thick. Frank had never gone down on a woman before,
but he
decided if he got out of this alive, he'd certainly give it a try...
"How about you? You're already
nice and slick..." That playful, giggling
voice boomed down at the group, causing Frank to look higher. Windsor
was
looking right at him. Frank yelped, and tried burrowing deeper beneath
the
vixen's balls, but Windsor caught him before he'd vanished totally
from
sight. Shi lifted Frank until he dangled from hir fingers some ninety
feet
off the earth.
"No no, I'll let you do
that some other time. Right now, I want a man in
me...ALL the way in..." Windsor grinned toothily, and proceeded to
strip
Frank's clothes off. It was a warm day, made more so by the gentle
breath of
the vixen playing over his body. Still, Frank shivered as his smooth
body
was bared to some eighteen people. Without another word, Windsor dropped
hir
hand back to hir groin. Shi held him like a dildo, by his middle, and
moved
him with teasing slowness toward hir drooling vulva. Frank watched
with
increasing fear/anticipation as Windsor pushed him closer...and
closer...then pressed Frank's head softly, almost gently, into hir
pussy. A
soft rim of slimy skin eased over his head, sliding warmly down his
forehead...then over his eyes. A soft squelch cut off Frank's cries
of
protest, leaving the unburied portion of the man's body to wriggle
helplessly in the vixen's hand. Frank cried out, throwing out his arms
to
try and halt his progress! His fingers scrabbled at the surface of
Windsor's
labia, making hir moan in delight. Surprising himself with the weird
thought, Frank noted that the big netherlips had the texture of a dolphin
he'd had touched once... Sumptuously smooth and firm. Windsor nearly
bucked
Frank out of hir when his fingertips brushed hir swollen clit! Even
as a
particularly savage muscular spasm squashed his head, Frank decided
for his
health not to touch that wet bump again... The owner of the flesh engulfing
the human wiggled hir hips in delight, so much was shi enjoying the
little
man's attention...
"Ooooh, yes, keep that up
dear! Long as you can anyway..." Windsor giggled
breathlessly, and shoved Frank in further. That soft fleshy rim began
advancing again down the man's nude frame. Muscles clamped around the
human's head and shoulders, tugging them in further with a moist slurp.
The
spectators between hir thighs, nearly choking on vixen-musk and ankle-deep
in hir secreted nectar, watched in horror as Frank's kicking legs slowly
sank into the vixen. Windsor released Frank, leaving the rest to hir
vaginal
muscles and began twisting and pinching hir double-fist sized nipples,
but
keeping hir eyes on the hindparts of the man slipping into hir pussy.
Beads
of milk formed on them, dripping down on the captives like a delicious
rain.
Frank moaned and whimpered as the slick tunnel
swallowed him in, his
only air a small pocket trapped when he was forced in. Every inch of
his
skin was being caressed by the firm but gentle 'swallowing' of Windsor's
cunnie. The heat was incredible, an enveloping warmth that soaked into
his
body...that along with the stuff he was sliding in. Frank was almost
swimming in a stream of sex-honey running along the passage, infused
with a
musk he found irresistible. Mentally scolding himself, the human lapped
at
the delicious fluid, trying to sate his burning hunger for the essence
of
the vixen. He breathed shallowly, shoving at the engulfing walls of
the
vixen's pussy. They gave a little, bulging outward under his wet palms.
It
was a token effort at best, Frank knew he wasn't getting out of this.
He
didn't even want to get out...he was enjoying it! That smooth flesh
rippled
all over his body, driving him and his cock wild. When Frank began
thrusting
into the fleshy floor of Windsor's canal, he felt the massive creature
respond. Windsor threw back hir head, *yiffing* in ecstasy.
"OH GODssssss that's good!
Need, more...MORE!" Windsor reached down, picked
a new victim, and stripped him as well. *splat* *slurp*
Another human was waist-deep
in Windsor's sex. He was followed by two
others, another man and a woman, whose bulk forced the first two even
deeper
inside. Frank's body slid easily up, further and further in, the heat
of the
vixen's body building all the time. His thick penis dragged along the
tunnel's fleshy floor, setting off explosions behind his eyes. Frank
felt a
sudden tightness around his sodden skull, which gave when he pushed
upward
against it. He figured it must be hir cervix, and was proved right
when the
next muscular squeeze emptied him into a soft, slimy chamber. Somehow
there
was enough light to see dimly, and Frank was shocked by what he saw
of the
space. It was wet, true, and very warm...but he didn't see any blood
vessels
or evidence of links to the rest of the female plumbing... It was almost
as
if this was a child's idea of a womb, or maybe an idealized one. Just
a
soft, warm place everyone on Earth had spent about nine months in.
Through
all this, the man forgot his burning lust for a moment...until the
vixen's
movement pitched him into the wall of the womb. His cock squashed against
the deliciously smooth and slick tissue, playing his nerves like harp
strings. He finished off his passion by thrusting himself against the
satiny
surface. The skin yielded under his thrusts, helpfully forming a shallow
trough to receive his member. Frank grunted with every jerk of his
hips,
then cried out as his cum spurted against the wall of Windsor's womb
and
trickled down the pinkish surface. It proved to be a thirsty wall,
as his
spent seed soaked away and vanished within seconds. Shivering with
the
strength of the experience, he sank down against the soft wall to rest.
Seconds later, three others were packed inside the womb, the last like
a
bullet from a gun as Windsor began cumming explosively! Maybe shi'd
stop now
that shi'd had some pleasure...and besides, there really wasn't any
more
room in here!
"Tad, what're we going to
do? Anima should be okay, this isn't the first
time he's been in Windsor's stomach. But what about Krys and those
four
people!? They've no special protection against death, by suffocation
or
whatever!" Reya moaned, sagging to the grass. They'd just seen Windsor
howl
in joy and cum, squirting gallons of thick lubricant all over the remaining
prisoners. They were now making assorted noises of fear and disgust,
slogging through mud and vixen-juice. The muffled screaming they'd
heard for
a bit had stopped... Tad just shook his head, adjusting his uniform
pants.
They seemed a little tight all of a sudden...
"Our Windsor won't hurt
anyone dear. We've drilled it into hir, there must
be some way shi can keep those people from dying." Tad wrapped an arm
around
Reya's slim shoulders and held her. Her shivering eased a little, and
the
vixen buried her face against Tad's chest. Tad held the back of his
wife's
head with one paw while he stroked her back with the other, murmuring
softly. "Don't worry..."
Windsor took a shaky breath
as shi calmed down from hir intense orgasm. Hir
body still thrummed with pent up energy...energy shi planned to spend
most
deliciously! Glancing down between hir legs, Windsor counted hir remaining
toys. Hmm, ten people left? No, eleven. That might not be enough...oh
well,
shi'd see how far shi could get with them. Windsor, hornier than ever,
giggled as several of the women stared in disbelief at hir cock. They
had
reason for looking unsteady, hir penis was a fleshy rod long enough
to
almost touch hir crossed ankles. It pulsed slowly, and gave off an
intoxicating musk that blended with the subtler scent of hir female
parts.
The flesh was a soft pink in color, and featurelessly smooth. Shi didn't
seem to have a knot, there were no visible veins, and the mushroom-head
was
just a swelling at the end of the cylinder of meat. Or was it even
meat? Shi
was still a plushie in many ways, maybe the huge penis was stuffed,
or
rubber. Watching them cower in fear of the huge member, Windsor got
an
idea...but shi wasn't big enough! Hir muzzle frowned in a pout for
a few
seconds. Windsor shrugged. Shi'd come this far, why not go to the extreme?
Carefully, the huge fox dipped into that reserve of power shi'd located
a
while ago. Instantly, Windsor's body *doubled* in size again! Shi felt
a
shifting inside hir as hir six perfectly-healthy occupants fell to
the
bottom of their respective enclosures with a slimy thud. Grinning as
shi
heard the muffled complaints from inside, shi selected hir next victim.
A
tall, slim woman of indeterminate age had fainted, and was laid out
on the
grass. It was cub's play to remove her dress and underwear with hir
more
anthro hands. The task would've been considerably more difficult with
hir
natural paws. Windsor held the woman in one hand, and pushed hir cock
upright with the other. Shi gauged the size of the oozing slit in hir
cock,
and then the width of the woman. Easy! Windsor squeezed hir eyes shut
and
let out a shaky moan, feeling hir body rise to the brink of orgasm
just
*thinking* about what shi was about to do... Without further hesitation,
Windsor slipped the human's feet into that tight, drooling hole and
then
shoved. Hir copious pre dribbled down the smooth shaft, easing the
human's
passage significantly. Victim number five vanished to the waist with
the
first push, then to the neck on the second. Windsor whimpered happily,
this
felt almost as good here as it had with hir cunnie! Shi felt the mass
inside
hir member, heavy, and starting to slide deeper... The woman chose
that
moment to wake up, and was understandably disoriented. Then she saw
Windsor's face above hir, and screamed shrilly! The vixen frowned,
covered
the terrified face with a fingertip, and pushed her the rest of the
way down
into hir cock. The firm tube was now swollen at the tip, a swelling
that
moved and twitched as the woman struggled. Groaning happily, Windsor
gripped
hir cock above the bulge, and slowly jacked hir hand down hir length.
Windsor's body began to tremble as that fighting lump slid down hir
length,
down, deeper...slipping somewhere deep into hir loins. The people still
cowering between hir legs heard a muffled, gooey splash, and saw bulges
distend the surface of the vixen's furry balls. Shi couldn't have...
Yep,
shi did. One woman ran over, hugging the massive, furry sac.
"Don't worry Anne! We'll
get you out! Just hold on..." Slowly, the
thrashing subsided inside Windsor's balls as either 'Anne' calmed down
or
fainted again. Disappointed that delicious wriggling had ceased, Windsor
grabbed the woman hugging hir balls.
"Well she IS correct in
that you have nothing to worry about Anne, but
*you're* in a better position to know than your friend. But not for
long."
Windsor grinned at hir latest toy, and shoved hir sixth victim, screaming,
head-first into hir cock. Shi repeated the process, squeezing the woman
down
hir thick length and masturbating the subsequent bulge into hir balls.
With
two humans swimming in hir balls and wriggling against hir most private
places, Windsor didn't last much longer. Still rubbing hir cock frantically,
Windsor barked, yiffed, and then howled as a male-orgasm boiled through
hir.
A fountain of white arced up into the air, glistening brilliantly in
the sun
for a moment, before raining down on Windsor's thighs and the remaining
captives. Pulsing in hir grip, the herm's cock bucked and spurted,
nearly
draining hir of seed.
Inside hir sac, the two women found the level
of hot cream around them
dropping as it was suctioned out into that massive cock. It was like
someone
had pulled the plug out of the bathtub!
Windsor tried to keep up hir stroking, but
the orgasm had turned hir
muscles to shaky jelly. Gradually, shi descended from hir plateau...hir
libido not at all affected. Eight men and woman, (splattered with
fox-semen,) watched with mute horror, and fear in their eyes as Windsor
gazed down on them and licked hir chops.
"Well, there's still one
or two places I haven't put any of you yet..."
Chapter 4
"Umm, Tad, Krys was telling
me the other day that she'd been worried about
Windsor's health. She wanted to take hir to a professor to get looked
at. Do
you think that guy would help us out?" Reya looked hopefully at her
mate,
then up at the monstrous vixen. Windsor belched, rubbed hir belly,
then
reached for the dwindling group of people. Tad nodded slowly, then
started
for the car. It wasn't as if his presence was helping anything...
"What was his name? Where's
he work?" He asked. Reya considered, then shook
her head.
"I don't know! We'd have
to ask Krys, and she's...well, in there..." Reya
pointed at Windsor's middle. Tad groaned, his ears folding flat against
his
skull. Then he brightened, and grabbed his two-way radio. He stalked
up to
Windsor's knee and slugged it as hard as he could. Windsor hardly felt
it,
but it did make hir look down.
"Hi Daddy! What's up?" Shi
leaned down to hear Tad as he shouted up at hir.
"Daddy wants to talk with
Krys, could you swallow this radio so we can ask
her a question?" Tad showed his problem-child the mentioned device.
Windsor
delicately plucked the radio from Tad's hand, nodded, and threw it
into hir
mouth. Tad ran back to Reya, who was already on her own radio. Good
thing
these new sets were water-proof!
[*Crackle* Tad? This is
Anima. This radio just hit me in the head, and-]
Reya frowned, and hit the send button.
"Anima, give the radio to
Krys! We need to reach that professor friend of
hers." Anima must've handed the radio over, as the next voice that
came over
was Krys'.
[His name is Walter Treet,
and he teaches a class around this time at the
university in room 304. *crackle*] Reya thanked the swallowed vixen,
then
bounded back to the car. Tad tried keeping an eye on Windsor as Reya
radioed
the station. He watched helplessly as shi swallowed five more humans.
They
hardly made a bulge as they slid down her throat... Then shi pushed
one more
up into hirself, and began feeding another down hir cock. Thank God
for
small favors, Windsor neglected to 'feed' hir anus. A sound suspiciously
like a human cry of joy drifted across the lawn from Windsor's crotch
before
the woman's head vanished.
"Hurry Reya! Shi's running
out of toys!" Tad yelled, watching the
second-to-last victim squirm down into Windsor's bus-sized cock. A
minute
later, Reya bounced back up.
"They're sending an officer
to pick up Professor Treet right now. He'll
meet us at the station. There's nothing we can do right now, and the
rest of
the force are evacuating the area. We can't afford to assume those
people
inside Windsor are still okay...or that shi'll stop 'eating' any time
soon."
Reya gasped for breath, hands on her knees. Tad nodded sadly, reaching
down
to help support his wife, and led her back to the car. Half-jokingly,
he
wondered to himself whether anyone manufactured really big muzzles,
leashes
and collars.
Chapter 5
Windsor sighed, cupping hir
belly with hir pudgy paws. There were six
beings in there now, one of them weighing over a ton, and shi was STILL
starving! Well, maybe there were still people in the apartments...
Climbing
to hir feet, Windsor stepped over to the main entrance of the apartment
complex and began stomping. If the tenants thought there was an earthquake,
they might run outside... Shi chuckled as hir feet gave the humans
a preview
of 'The Big One.' Windsor truly laughed with glee when hir theory was
proved
correct. A steady stream of people burst out the door and ran right
into hir
paws! Stuffing three and four at once into hir mouth, Windsor made
a grand
feast out of the two-hundred strong population of Glenn Apartments.
Hir
throat was almost perpetually swollen, a tight fleshy corridor to hir
warm
tummy. Shi'd taken the time to tongue the first five humans, but now
hir
primary focus was stuffing hirself as full as possible. Windsor noted
happily that several of those shi wolfed down seemed to be enjoying
the
trip... Most however fought wildly, wrestling hir tongue, kicking hir
tonsils, and clawing at the tissue of hir throat as they slid down.
Slowly,
hir belly grew heavy and wonderfully lumpy... All those shi'd swallowed
kicked and tore ineffectually at hir soft insides, making hir moan
and
finger hirself. It may have been hir lewd imagination, but Windsor
could've
sworn shi felt some people humping in there... On a whim, the horny
herm
suddenly decided shi needed more people between hir legs...and humans
*were*
still spilling out of the building... Hmm...
Windsor sat down again, setting a gigantic
leg to each side of the
building. Shi spread hirself wide, squishing hir slick mound right
up
against the doors. With hir free hand, shi continued simulating an
earthquake. A panicked human ran right into hir soft folds, shocking
a
delighted moan from the vixen, and was soon swallowed by hir muscular
action. Crying pitifully, he was soon among the others squirming in
hir
womb. More poured out, and more were devoured by Windsor's insatiable
cunnie. The situation was reminiscent of lemmings...perhaps the separation
between man and beast was less than suspected! Another screaming woman
took
a headlong dive into Windsor's slimy canal. How many people were IN
this
building anyway?! Windsor hoped there were more...
Now hir body was starting to show the
effects of hir gorging. Two
distinct areas of swelling marked hir womb and stomach, both grossly
distended. After a few more tidbits, the bulges seemed to meld into
one,
making hir belly look like a beanbag!
Inside Windsor, the people in hir stomach
and womb were rudely tumbled
into a single confining space. Anima had made himself smaller to avoid
crushing anyone, and screamed along with the others as their slimy
world
dissolved into chaos for a time again. Windsor shook hir head and grinned,
patting hir tummy with both paws. Silly humans! Hir balls sagged over
the
grass like some kind of furry, collapsed circus tent, still wriggling
occasionally. A doctor with a stethoscope and a cherry-picker would've
had a
field day... Gradually, the number of people running outside ebbed,
then
stopped. But Windsor caught sight of another stream of escaping people
from
the building across the street... Wriggling like an overfed snake,
the vixen
squirmed across to them and stuffed handfuls of people past hir lips,
(Both
sets.) Not one touched a single tooth in hir head, and aside from being
jostled and squished, not one came to harm as they tumbled down into
Windsor's gut/womb. Shi mmmmed, cuddling an armful of squirming people
to
hir soft breasts.
"Man, if only I'd thought
of this sooner..." Windsor giggle/moaned, then
barked as another orgasm wracked hir body. Sheesh, humans COULD be
lots of
fun!
Reya cried with relief as she and Tad arrived
at the police station the
same time the professor did. Treet looked harried, yet strangely excited.
He
was a tall, gangly man with shoulder-length white hair. He couldn't
have
been that old, his face was quite smooth. He carried a briefcase stuffed
with papers and charts.
"Professor, has anyone told
you what's going on?" Tad asked the man,
hurrying inside.
"Please, call me Walter.
Yes, they told me your child has grown to an
inappropriate size and is doing equally inappropriate things to the
neighborhood's population." Walter smiled a wanly, pushing his way
into a
small office furnished with a table and a couple of chairs. In seconds,
the
table was awash with printouts, diagrams, and scads of print. Tad glanced
curiously at a folded model of a cube, which turned out to be one of
the
first things the professor picked up.
"Now, I take it you haven't
a clue as to where your child learned how to
manipulate hir own matter and add to it?" Reya and Tad both affirmed
that
statement. "Well, I can answer where that mass is coming from anyway.
Here,
look at this model." Walter held up the model, which looked to be a
wire
construct. Walter folded it once more than it already was, compacting
the
thing into a straight rod.
"This is a line, one dimension.
Length, but no width. Now this," the
professor unfolded the model again to make it a square, "is two dimensions.
We now have length and width. Three dimensions is a cube." Now he unfolded
the model fully, introducing the dimension of height. Tad scratched
his chin
nervously, then leaned over to kiss Reya. She was shaking like a leaf...
Walter looked up at them, and smiled gently in sympathy.
"Don't worry, I AM going somewhere with this. Now, suppose we took
this to
the next logical progression and introduced a fourth dimension? Not
time,
I'm discounting that for now." Tad shook his head and grimaced.
"I can't even imagine that
Walter! And what does that have to do with
Windsor?" Walter dropped the cube, and pulled a chart from the stack
of
material on the table.
"Well, say you were a square,
living on a two-dimensional plane. If you
wanted to hide something from the other squares on the plane, wouldn't
it be
great if you could stuff things into the third dimension? No one but
you
would know it was there. In a way, that's what Windsor has been doing.
Shi
takes on mass, converts it to energy somehow, and stores that energy
in the
fourth dimension we can't see. Shi can get at it anytime shi wants,
sucking
or storing power. In this case, shi's probably used all the energy
stores to
achieve hir current size. Now, do you have any idea where shi got the
ability to convert energy to matter and back again?" Now this was something
the Beauville's could answer. They explained how Anima had come into
their
lives and influenced Windsor's development. Walter listened with wide
eyes,
jotting hasty notes in a notebook that appeared from nowhere. When
they'd
finished, Walter was nodding slowly.
"Well, shi inherited it
then from Anima. Whether they do it consciously or
not, they both store energy in the fourth dimension. Or maybe an even
higher
one. There's no way to know without asking them..." Tad looked quickly
at
Reya, then made the decision. He grabbed Walter by the arm and started
out
the door.
"Come on Walter, we're going
for a ride."
Windsor lay on hir back,
legs spread obscenely wide, moaning softly. Shi'd
never been this full, not even with Anima! Hir belly pillowed out over
hir
thighs, wobbling with the constant motion of the beings inside. Windsor's
stomach bulged subtly here and there as a few people still struggled
to
escape. The grass beneath hir had turned mostly to churned mud with
the
combination of the amorous vixen's copious secretions and hir spasms
of joy.
While no longer in the throes of intense orgasm every few minutes,
Windsor
felt as if shi was afloat on a sea of satisfaction... Shi didn't even
notice
when Tad and Reya pulled up in the cruiser, and jumped out with a
white-haired man.
Walter stared, his eyes fastened
on the massive, glistening slit of
Windsor's cunnie, almost hypnotized by the picture of sexuality on
such a
massive scale. The pink lips were only too obvious against the backdrop
of
Windsor's ebony fur, swollen and glistening in the setting sun's rays.
Tad
shook him, bringing the poor man to his senses.
"Goodness, they weren't
kidding about hir wanton activities. The building
is empty, and no one escaped. That one across the street looks deserted
too... Hand me that radio, would you Tad?" Walter took the radio, and
addressed Anima.
"Anima? This is Professor
Treet, Krys' friend. I need to ask you a few
questions." There was silence. For a moment, all three feared the worst,
that Anima had been digested and was now a black soup sloshing through
Windsor's guts... But the radio crackled to life and spat out the deep
voice
of the panther.
[Here doctor. What do you
need to know? We're all fine in here by the way,
just cramped and annoyed. Well, most of us. A few seem to be having
a grand
old time...like that couple over there rubbing their-] Walter interrupted
hurriedly, a blush creeping over his smooth face.
"Enough, I'm having a hard
enough time as it is staring at a vagina big
enough to swallow a buick! Now, Tad and Reya have told me you can change
size and shape at will. What do you do with any mass you're not using
at any
given time?" Anima responded a second or two later.
[Well, I kind of, tuck it
away. I don't really know where it goes, I always
assumed it followed me around as some kind of cloud of power. Do you
think
Windsor's doing the same thing?] Walter grinned, stabbing the send
button
with fierce joy.
"Yep, exactly the same thing.
Was there ever a time when you couldn't get
at that energy?" The pause this time was longer. When Anima finally
responded, he sounded weary.
[Yes... When I'm extremely
exhausted, or...excited, I have problems
concentrating enough to get at my power.] Walter hmmed, and turned
to the
Beauvilles.
"Well, Windsor looks pretty
exhausted right now...but that will just keep
hir from getting bigger. How can we get hir to shrink? Maybe if we...oh.
My." Tad startled, tail frizzing out. Reya moaned as she braced herself
for
more bad news. Walter groaned and spread his hands in entreaty.
"I'm sorry, I should've
thought of this sooner. We need to get those people
out of Windsor before we shrink hir, or they'll all be crushed, or
destroy
the vixen's body as it shrinks." Walter sighed and threw himself down
on the
grass. Tad ran and fetched a bullhorn from the cruiser, than sprinted
to
Reya's head. His daughter-son was torpid, drowsy, and didn't respond
quickly
when he addressed hir.
"Windsor dear? It's your
father. Would you please let all those people
inside you out?" He put an undercurrent of what he hoped was command
in his
request. Windsor looked at him with an eye bigger than a manhole cover,
and
laughed. The blast of breath knocked Tad on his rump.
"I think not! It feels soooooo
good to be packed full like this. I'm gonna
regret it nine months from now when they're gone..." Tad almost passed
out.
"Y, you mean, all those
people, will be...?" Windsor grinned at him, then
licked hir dad with a tongue bigger than him.
"Foxies! Black ones. Lots
and lots of black foxies..." Tad sighed,
shrugged, and ran back to the other two. Windsor's voice had carried
well,
and they were already aware of the news. Walter was trying not to laugh,
and
Reya looked worried.
"Well, shi's not going to
let them go, and there really isn't anything we
can do about it. They'll just have to wait nine months... Hope none
of them
will mind being furs." Tad tried to sound cheerful, for his mate's
sake.
Reya brightened a little.
"It won't be that bad, will
it? I mean, the conversion process cures all
diseases and even makes the 'victim' thin and trim. So what if they're
half
fox?" Walter stroked his chin, gazing on Windsor's pussy. A steady
stream of
fluid, about the quantity you'd expect of a garden hose turned on low,
flowed into the mess beneath the vixen. Tad tapped him on the shoulder.
Walter turned to him with a strange look.
"Would you two mind very
much if I joined those other folks in there? I
think I'd like being a fox..." Reya sighed and threw up her hands.
What else
did she expect of a man? Tad just nodded, and whispered something in
Walter's ear. The man nodded, laughed nervously, and stripped. When
his wiry
frame was bare, he took off at a run for Windsor's crotch. Reya and
Tad put
their arms around each other's shoulders and watched as Walter literally
dived into the glistening slit. Windsor cried out as shi felt something
hit
hir pussy with a loud *SQUELCH* and squirm inside hir. Walter's kicking
legs
disappeared as Windsor's muscles claimed him, sucking him into the
already-overstuffed womb. Hir belly twitched and wobbled, gurgles and
groans
filling the air. Windsor screamed and tore up huge chunks of the lawn
as shi
came again, hir body bucking in the giant mudbath shi'd created! For
a
moment the two foxes worried the spasms would force Walter back out...but
hir womb must've been quite adamant about keeping down its human meal.
Hir
belly rolled and sloshed like shi'd swallowed a waterbed, and shoved
hir
through yet another wave of ecstasy. Reya nuzzled hir cheek against
Tad's,
and chuckled.
"So, guess we've got the
house to ourselves for awhile..."
Tad nodded, looking up as his child calmed down. Hir pants ruffled
the trees
a few dozen yards away.
"Never in my wildest dreams
did I think my little plushie-cub would be too
big to play fox-jockey before shi was two years old. What're we going
to do
when shi's a teenager?" Reya shuddered, and tightened hir grip on Tad's
shoulders.
"DO NOT mention 'teenager'
again in my presence! We have to deal with the
terrible two's first. You know, I think we should write Doctor Spock
and
demand he write a new book." Tad shook his head, rising to his feet
and
escorting Reya inside with him.
"Nope, we'll write it ourselves.
What should we call it?"
"How about, 'The Beauville's
Guide to Raising the Perfect Bitch?'" Tad
winced and groaned, his voice echoing in the empty apartment building.
Outside the vixen had fallen into an exhausted sleep, and hir snores
sent
little tremors through the structure. Tad and Reya walked slowly through
the
halls to their place, nuzzling and talking quietly with each other.
Life
could never be normal per se, but who wants a normal life anyway? As
soon as
the two set paw in their apartment, (Which just happened to overlook
the
fluffy black dome of Majestic Mount Windsor,) the phone rang. Tad picked
it
up, *Eeeeped* and held the phone a few inches away from his ear while
it
squawked. It was the landlord.
THE END
{Hi everyone, hope you enjoyed the story. I can't claim full credit
for it,
it was inspired by Morphy. :K) Rest assured, the Beauvilles will have
other
grand, yiffy adventures. As always, suggestions, comments, etc. may
be
directed to Yaounde3@hotmail.com (or) page #mail Anima on FurryMUCK
(or)
Animakitty on Tapestries.
Love,
Anima} |
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