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The darkness split open, and a man stood black against the glare of chill daylight. "Mm hm. Got papers for them?"

Edward slowly raised one hand to shade his eyes. He thought the man had cat ears.

"Yeah, in the cab." Gravel crunched as their driver moved back along the side of the truck, but the feline was already dropping the cover, dismissing the deer and his wife to the darkness once more.

"Alright. Just make sure you check in with the Department of Labor. You know where it is?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mm. Go on, then."

The driver hurried away and crawled into his cab, and Edward could hear the guard moving on to the next vehicle. Edward let a long breath go, settling back on the crate of apples he'd taken for a seat. Filippa leaned wearily against him, and he slipped an arm around her, while the other reached up once again to rub over the sanded stubs atop his head. They'd grow back, he knew, but it felt so strange. His head was too light, and it bore on him, a constant reminder that the world was going insane.

The truck lurched into motion, and they rumbled onward, into the bustle of the city. It was good to hear voices again, but... it sounded different, here. Like there was a tension. Like the uncertainty, the disbelief, the quiet horror he'd known since the edict was announced a month past was coming to a head here. The hollow way a man laughed. The tense arguments he seemed to hear on every street corner. Grunts and groans of effort, laced with sullen grumblings and curses. The deer didn't know if it was just his imagination, if he simply wanted so much to believe this True World Order would fall apart under its own preposterous shame, but... He wasn't going to wait any longer to find out. That was why they were here.

Finally, the truck leaned forward, shuddering to a stop, and the rumbling died. The door slammed, and a moment later, sunlight flooded their crowded little cabin again. "Come on," the driver called, already pulling down a crate. "Move it. Carry all this inside. We're running late."

Edward and his wife rose a bit shakily, feeling cramped and uncertain on their feet after the long ride in a small space. But if they were still running late, they would indeed need to rush. It was true they had planned to be here at sunrise, and he could already see the sun over the buildings just down the road. The street was alive with pedestrians and traffic, shops setting up or already welcoming customers. Rabbits and chipmunks serving behind counters or waiting tables, cattle and horses hauling crates, all wearing rough linen or burlap. Edward scratched at his own stained shirt before hefting a crate to follow after the driver.

Their destination was a small general store, and the man he followed, a fox in a fine jacket and jeans, led them straight into the back. They made several trips, stacking up the crates in the store room, and while he felt a little shaky in the knees, Edward was looking out more for his wife. Filippa just smiled when he looked to her, though she couldn't even make it look a little convincing by the fifth trip. They had to keep up appearances, though. He started grabbing two crates when he could, and he left the lightest ones for her.

It was on the third trip he finally noticed the wall, just visible in a gap between two buildings. He stopped dead in the street a moment, just staring at it. It wasn't even all that big. Perhaps a little over two stories, though he'd heard they were planning on making it larger. A great mass of gray, dotted here and there with the figures of men with guns, a great barrier dividing the city in half. And on the other side... freedom. Did the others stare? Did they feel it, even when they turned their backs to it, calling to them? Just as far as that, there was... release. An escape from a life of slavery in everything but name.

Or had those living here already... given in? That was the part that frightened Edward most. The way so many had just... accepted it. Because so little had changed, for most. It was almost enough, sometimes, for Edward to think that maybe... maybe the carnivores were right. Maybe we deserve this.

Chilled, he hurried on with his work.

By the time the truck was emptied, Edward's back ached and his fingers burned, but in a way, it had felt good to take a part in his own escape, rather than just being helpless and hoping through it all. The driver was drawing the covers down over the back of the truck again as the two deer returned, and he nodded. "Good enough. You'll be helping the shopkeep for now. Go back inside." He glanced around 'and, voice low, he muttered, "good luck." And then he was gone round the other side of the truck, which was soon rolling away without them.

The two shuffled back inside, keeping their heads low as they ducked into the back once again. This time, she was waiting for them.

Edward was drained in just about every way, but he still nearly bolted when he first caught sight of her, a looming form suddenly appearing from behind the packed shelving. She had to be nine or ten feet tall! Moreover, he'd never seen another creature like her. He was used to bumping into a species he'd never seen before now and then, but she was something else entirely. He grabbed his wife, and he could feel her tremble a moment as well.

But... staring at her, he found he soon felt a little foolish. She was enormous, yes, but once he was able to look past her smooth, violet skin and strange, rounded features, he realized she was bearing a serene smile. Her fingers were laced, thick and almost squishing together, atop her rather plump belly, drawing her voluminous dress snug around her enormous bust-- those features loomed over him perhaps more aggressively than the rest of her, and he found he had to force his eyes up. She was... cute, actually. In an odd way.

"Hello!" Was her voice so soft, or was she whispering? "Sorry to startle you. I thought it best to wait on this until after..." She gestured at the boxes. "Thank you very much for the help, by the way." She paused, but Edward and his wife did not speak. They only stared. She cleared her throat softly. "Have you slept?"

Slowly, Edward let go of his wife and shook his head. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anyone so large, but at that question, his weariness rose again, seeming that much heavier for having been forgotten a moment in his shock.

"Good. That can make the next step easier." She paused, looking between them a little uncertainly. "Sam does like to test me, though... You're a bit large." She sighed. "Well. Come on, let's get you something to eat. We need to be quick, though, I really should be on the road already." She turned away, gesturing for them to follow. It seemed a miracle she didn't knock any crates over just turning, as her hips had to be more than twice as wide as his shoulders, and her rump was just as imposing as her chest, with an almost dainty-looking curled tail poking out her dress just above it. What on earth was she?

Filippa, of course, proved to have more presence of mind than he himself, and spoke up while he was frowning at the broad, swaying posterior they were following after. "Ah... what exactly is the next step?" Her tone was a little incredulous. It was true the massive woman had said something about... their size? The two of them were too large? How could a woman such as her possibly have any room to say that? Edward glanced to his wife, abashed, and she gave him that knowing look she had when she caught him looking at other women. For just one moment, he felt like he was back home, and he could look forward to an especially frisky romp with his jealous wife tonight. But... home was gone.

The woman paused, and glanced back. "Er... Sam didn't tell you?"

Edward cleared his throat. "We... ran into some trouble at the last stop, and had to leave in a hurry. We were hoping to make up time on the road, but..." He shrugged, but he was peering up at her now. She seemed a little... tense, now?

"Hmm. Well... that's unfortunate. It's better when you can get a little time to get used to the idea." She sighed, moving forward again. "We have even less time, then. Sit down, eat, and I'll explain."

Of all things, she escorted them to what must have been her bedroom, judging by the sheer size of the bed on which she had them sit. She introduced herself as Dora, a "dragon... mostly. It's a long story." The important thing was that, thanks in part to her anatomy and part to her lifestyle, she had a few rather unique skills. Edward and Filippa listened as best they could while devouring the meal she'd prepared for them. They paused, however, when she went on to explain how exactly she was to smuggle them across the wall and into another country.

She didn't look at them as she spoke. "...It's perfectly safe, of course. I've been carrying folks across four times a week or so since the wall started going up. I know it sounds strange, and I'm sorry you didn't have more warning for all this, but I promise you, this is the safest route across the wall." Her fingers clasped over her belly again as she looked down.

For a moment, the room was silent. The dragon stood leaning against her desk, her strange, curved ears giving a little twitch as she pursed her lips. Finally, she looked up. "Oh... you really should hurry and eat. We don't have time!"

Edward exchanged guarded looks with his wife, and they resumed eating, rather slowly.

"If you're not too hungry, there will be more food on the other side. Things will be much better for you over there." She smiled ruefully.

They ate a little faster at that, but Edward paused just a moment, gulping down a mouthful of porridge. "So, but... you're a carnivore, yourself?" He glanced at her mouth pointedly. "Your teeth...?"

"I don't have any." She nodded slowly. "But yes, I am. I, ah... swallow my food whole. But as I said..." She spread her hands, shrugging a little.

He grunted, cleaning his bowl. "Well... I don't know about--"

"I really am very sorry, but we don't really have many options at this point." Dora grimaced. "There are others in the city that can help, but their schedules are spotty, they lose people all the time, and nobody can safely hold you for long on this side. This truly is your best option, but we need to get started. The only choice I can really offer you at the moment is... ah... up, or down." She gestured with her hand in one direction, then the other.

Edward glanced to his wife as she finished her own meal. He supposed... out of all the insane things he'd heard in the last month, this might not have quite been the worst of it. But... a carnivore? He swallowed, and squeezed his wife's hand. "I... In that case, I believe we'll go with... down."

She smiled, a bit wearily. "Yes, of course." Was she... disappointed? "I'll need you to leave your clothes here. They'll have better on the other side anyway." She moved to take their trays back and set them on the desk. "I'll be needing the bed, in that case."

Edward rose, feeling a little dizzy as the act loomed close suddenly. She was so matter of fact about it. In a way, that was reassuring, if it really was something she did every other day, but it also made it feel that much more surreal. He pulled off that scratchy burlap shirt and looked to his wife.

She was staring at him.

He gave a little roll of his shoulders and drew her close, slipping his arms around her. "I promised you we'd get out of here. No matter what, we w--... we wouldn't let them take anything else from us. We're almost there, snowberry. I..." He raised his head a moment. "We'll be able to stay together, won't we?"

Dora was quietly pulling the hem of her dress up over her knees, exposing plump, rather pale calves. "Yes, you'll be together for the trip. Just a moment apart getting started."

He turned back to his wife, giving her a squeeze. "We're going to make it, Filippa. Together. They wouldn't send us here if this wasn't the real thing."

The doe drew a deep breath, and her shoulders slumped as she sighed. "Alright. Alright... Just..." She chuckled wistfully. "Let's... leave this part out, when we're telling the story of our escape."

He managed a soft laugh, and as she pulled her shirt up, he interrupted her just a moment to steal a kiss. They stripped down together quietly, and Dora looked away until, after a moment's awkward hesitation, they stepped a little closer to her.

The dragon looked up, and smiled quietly. "You make a very cute couple. Are you ready?" She drew her dress up around her belly, baring plush thighs, though one thick-fingered hand slid down to rub slowly over the spot between them, hiding it. "I'll need a moment myself."

"I don't think we'll ever be ready," Edward murmured dryly, "but as ready as can be, given the circumstances." He squeezed Filippa's hand.

Cracking a wry smile, the dragon nodded. "Alright. A few things." She drew a deep breath, and let it go in a long, rather heady sigh. "You'll want to be as still as possible. I tend to... jiggle, with the wrong kind of motion. So make sure you're comfortable before we leave, and don't fidget. And no sex."

He scoffed at that, but she smirked lightly. "It's come up. And it can be very obvious. As I said, it's better if you're sleepy-- you might just nod off for the whole thing, and so much the better. It's common to be a little too tense, though." She was definitely rubbing at herself now, and soft, wet noises slid around under her words as a new, peculiar scent filled the room. It reminded him faintly of his wife, but it was certainly something different, very salty and just a hint sweet. She drew deep breaths, her spare hand rubbing at her breast. He found himself staring again, but when he managed to jerk his eyes away, Filippa was doing the same.

"Alright... I think I'm just about ready. I've handled pairs before, but you're a little larger than usual, so please, be careful. This is one part we shouldn't rush, even now." She leaned back slowly, and those smooth, violet thighs spread wide apart. He could just glimpse the ruffle of her lips, now, underneath her steadily stroking fingers. "Who's first?"

Edward looked to his wife, and she swallowed. A bare moment, and she shook her head. Did he feel a tiny thrill? Well, it was hard to deny one part of him was wagging in the dragon's direction as he stepped closer. This was insane. But... his chest was thumping, and he found he didn't hesitate now. Well... except when he was close enough to murmur, "ah... so, how do I...?"

"Start with your hands," the dragon answered quietly. The throaty warmth in her voice now sent a tiny shock of something wonderful trickling down his back. What had she said? She could do this because of her... lifestyle? Were they inadvertently playing part to pleasuring this...? He wondered faintly if they should have chosen the other path after all, but a part of him was quite happy with this choice. Better that his wife was joining him in this, though. He swallowed, realizing he was standing there, staring, as the dragon held those plump, purple lips spread before him. Drawing a shuddering breath, he reached out.

Soft. She already looked almost soft enough to be a great, walking children's toy, but here, hot lips yielded easily under his fingers, spreading and engulfing them instantly in what seemed an almost scalding seal of slick flesh. Suddenly, the rest of him felt cold, exposed to the open air. His other hand pressed to that soft mound, just... touching it a moment. She really could, couldn't she. Impossible as it seemed, feeling her now, he could believe. His fingers pressed in against his other wrist, and both his hands disappeared into that strange, hot place. He sighed, shuddering, echoing the dragon as he leaned forward, dividing her inner walls around his gathered fingers as his forearms slid in, slowly prying her lips wider, drawing that gentle ruffle along her labia to finally disappear as she stretched wider.

His shoulders drew tight together in front of him as his arms disappeared altogether. He could just feel something resisting his fingertips, but he barely noticed it before it... flexed... and opened around him. She breathed out a low moan, and he blushed. Staring at this strange portal, he felt just a moment's hesitation. He glanced back to his wife, but Filippa was absorbed in what he was doing, her own fingers low on her belly, rubbing just above her tiny pink bud. Was she wondering at such a feat of a woman's sex, or was she simply... excited? Edward allowed himself a small smile, and ducked his head down.

The musk of her arousal was already strong, but it grew overwhelming as his eyes slid shut and he pushed in, squeezing his head in just above and between his arms. Pushing down and in, he shrugged under that lip and felt it slide down the back of his head, but when his nose grazed that hot flesh below, his body jerked, his manhood twitching and dripping out in the open. Before he could think, his tongue darted across his lips, and her taste was in his mouth. Oh, gods... He pushed in, shaking a little, and the quiet of the room seemed to hiss as it grew distant, until his shoulders sealed with her lips, and he was buried in his own tiny bubble of air. There was a rumble all around him now, a low cacophony of trembling muscle, the distant sigh of her every breath, and the strange rumble of her voice as she let slip another low moan. And under it all, the heavy thump of her heart, surprisingly slow, but powerful. He could feel the pressure ripple faintly around him with every beat, rolling down his arms and over his sinking shoulders.

His fingers soon hit another limit, and this one seemed more solid. He curled his hands into fists, pressing forward gingerly, but it was growing difficult to really get enough leverage now, his feet scraping across the wooden floor as he tried to find the right angle to push. She flexed slowly, and he heard it just as much as he felt her thighs draw inward, her legs curling. Panting, she murmured, "pardon me..." Though he was still trying to make out the words, distorted as they were, as her foot caught at his rump. With a single, shuddering lurch, she shoved him deeper, ramming his fists against that far wall, and he found it stretched just as much as the rest of her-- perhaps more so. The first layer of resistance still formed a snug ring, now squeezing around his arms just above the elbow. Another push, and he sank into this colossal, rumbling body nearly to the waist, his fervently twitching length grazing what must have been her broad rump. "You... should be able to... pull yourself in now," she announced carefully between deep, half-choked breaths.

That snug ring was nearly around his head now. Pull himself in? He flexed and squirmed a little, spreading his arms, and he found that, while the flesh hugging his chest seemed rather snug and powerful, wringing at him with layers of rippling, flexing muscles that made it that much harder to manage his air, the walls beyond were soft and sticky, clinging to his arms, but incredibly yielding. His elbows spread easily, though he moved gingerly when that provoked a rather noisy moan from the dragon. That ring seemed to mark the transition, and he levered his arms against it, finding it made a half decent ledge against which he could haul himself in. This was really it, wasn't it... His head slid through, into the dragon's womb, and the scent changed faintly, growing heady and gaining a certain potent tang. This was where she would hold them, as she would a child. Or... an egg? He wasn't sure.

Either way, just as demanding on his attention was the fact that his rather embarrassing arousal was now grinding vehemently against-- no, between the dragon's thick, compressed cheeks, now. F-fuck! He rasped in the darkness. It had been much too long, and he wouldn't be able to get through like this without hurting himself! This was-- her cheeks flexed, and for a moment, the darkness filled with stars as his nuts seized upward, and just like that, he was spending himself. Quivering, he lay there, helpless and trapped, halfway buried in this stranger's womanhood, his penis lodged between her cheeks, spraying his fawn batter into the beginning of a crack that must have been longer than his arm.

And in seconds, it was over. He was limp a moment, but he felt her flex again-- and those rippling muscles compressed all around him, heaving him to shove against her sticky depths, then carefully relaxing, sliding down over him, devouring fresh inches of his body. His spent shaft drew partway inside, and his tail was captured. She could pull him in on her own! But when another ripple began, he stirred and started pulling himself in, and she abated. Too much of that and he thought she might crack his ribs! And it seemed rather slow, besides. Puffing softly, he stuck his elbows into that yielding flesh, searching out harder spots in her impossibly soft form to catch on and haul against. Fighting against those soft walls was surprisingly exhausting, actually-- like swimming through jelly.

His legs jerked and kicked as he drew himself in, pushing his back to one wall, curling his head down to butt his shoulder blades against her limit. He tried to ignore the increasingly ecstatic noises she made as he wrestled with the walls of her womb to haul his torso through until he could finally yank his rear end free of that powerful grip and shove it against the far side of her womb, but every sound she made resonated all around him. He was drowning in her sweet, sincere cries of pleasure, and he could feel the evidence of it pooling all around him and trickling down his legs besides.

Even his ankles were sliding in now, and he gave one more wiggle of his toes in the open air, now a positively frigid place he was to retreat from. He had to draw his knees to his chest, pushing against that heavy mass of muscle and twisting around a little in this snug space, the walls now stretched taut all around him and not quite so soft as they tried to accommodate his mass. Finally, he jerked his feet up through that snug ring, and he was fully buried. He was completely enveloped in the soft, clinging walls of her womb. And for a moment, he just rested, puffing softly, curled up in the sweltering embrace of this peculiar woman's most tender, most precious place, the very core of her womanhood. He was... humbled. She had to be going through a lot, doing all this for strangers.

But... she was still moaning noisily, and those walls subtly tightened and squeezed around him even now in rhythmic pulses. Well. Either way, best to hurry on, yes? He shifted, struggling a moment for a sense of direction in this alien world of heavy, pulsing sounds and ephemeral gurgles, until he found that ring again, already surprisingly small. He slid a hand through, levering himself around and reaching down...

Filippa had known she was marrying a man of dreams and ideals, and she'd often had to act as a voice of realism and even skepticism. They'd debated several years before he had finally saved up enough and convinced her it was worth the risk to try and open their own business. Some of his wild ideas she'd flatly dismissed, and some she'd ended up accepting, following him on his strange little adventures. The business had turned out well, actually, until... it was taken away from them. And now, she was following him again, on what had suddenly become not only their most important, but their strangest adventure yet. Filippa hated adventures.

But watching her husband slowly sink between the taut lips of this... creature, this giant of a woman, watching him flex and shove not his cock, but his entire being into her as she cried out her sensual delight... She couldn't look away. And worse, she couldn't stop touching herself. Preposterous. This was all mad. This wasn't the sort of thing she would ever have done with her life... if she hadn't chosen to marry a crazy dreamer with a wonderful smile and that strange sparkle in his eye, rather than someone safe and reasonable and normal, like those men now laboring for food shares back home. Was she... a little crazy, too? Was that why she was here? Was that why, as her husband's back flexed and thrust and his shoulder blades disappeared, she had to bite her tongue to stop the moans from passing her lips?

But he didn't truly disappear. It took her a moment to notice, but even with her rumpled dress in the way, she could see the dragon's belly... shift. Yes, there was jiggling, the great woman was rippling almost constantly with the fuss, but her belly was gradually rising as the buck worked himself in until, and she couldn't help but laugh faintly at this, he was scrabbling at the floor for a grip to push deeper. It only occurred to her that she might try to help just as the dragon's foot curled tenderly around his backside-- and Dora shoved the man home, fucking herself on him like an oversized toy, her body arching back, her long neck driving her head into the blankets as she cried out.

And juices ran down the doe's trembling legs as shocks popped in her belly, one after another, like a little bundle of firecrackers. She struggled to remain standing, staring at the immense bulge that had to be her husband's head and shoulders, a broad mound that had lurched up in the dragon's belly in that instant. Breathless, she found she was plumbing herself with two fingers as she stared on, unable to hold back the moans that came as that dragon fucked herself deeper with Filippa's spouse.

She finally noticed his arousal when his hips started to move in an odd way: he was humping! She leaned over a little, and huffed a faint annoyance at the sight of his bright red arousal throbbing urgently just before it sank between those smooth cheeks. He didn't have to enjoy it that much! It was one thing for her to enjoy the sight, but a very different...! His body spasmed, and she just sighed. Oh... she was going to give him a very clear reminder to whom he was married, when she had the chance...

She could almost see the cute little face he was making as he sagged, drained and satisfied. But Dora was drawing deep breaths, and flexing, doing something... Filippa stared quietly as her lower lips drew in, dragging her husband deeper into that broad-stretched body... Then some inner grasp held him in place as her lips slid down over his rump. A faint shiver, a thrill of terror swept through her for just a moment. He'd chosen this way to avoid being eaten, but that really had almost reminded her of a snake, slowly devouring an oversized meal... But he was soon squirming and crawling in himself again. It couldn't be too bad, could it? If he was still trying to get in? She could tell if he was struggling to escape, surely.

Violent, pointed bulges punched out of the dragon's purple belly as her dress rode up just under her breasts. She was moaning with a ragged ecstasy Filippa couldn't quite avoid envying, the giant woman's eyes crossing a moment as he dug in against her depths to wrestle his entire body inside her, stretching the dragon out further and further one lunging motion at a time. Finally his knees disappeared inside, and then it was only his feet hanging from her rapidly contracting lips-- and then he was gone. The room seemed a little colder of a sudden.

But Dora's belly was churning fiercely, a fair-sized dome jutting from her middle and rolling with strange lumps as her husband squirmed around inside. For just a moment, he was still... then he shifted a bit more, and those fat, engorged lips stirred... and gave birth to a hand. This sight struck her dumb a moment, staring at the strange figure of this huge woman, panting and moaning, legs spread... with a hand jutting from her vagina, patiently offering... to pull her inside. Filippa swallowed, considering that prospect for a lingering moment. There... there really was no choice, was there? Fear and a strange, heated excitement warred in her, but practicality finally dragged her feet forward.

She reached for her husband, though her own hand shook in front of her-- and Dora spoke. "Remember..." She panted, cleared her throat, and struggled a moment to focus her eyes on the doe. She managed a rather dazed smile. "Please try to take it easy on me... You're more than I'm used to. And..." Her eyes flicked down.

Filippa realized her other hand was still between her legs. She plucked it away. "No sex. Yes, of course. Um..." She swallowed. "Thank you." She blinked up at the dragon. "For helping us."

Dora chuckled faintly. "Thank me on the other side. For now, just try to be quick, and, ah... don't squirm too much. It'll only get harder for you two if I end up... overwhelmed."

The deer gave a little start at that. She hadn't even thought of that! Part of her had resented that the two of them were getting drawn into something strange and sexual for this woman, but... Well, the both of them had already had... little climaxes already. If she was trying her best to hold back, for their safety... She nodded, swallowing. "We'll try our best."

The dragon nodded, and Filippa finally took her husband's hand. The larger woman gave a low grunt as her stomach bulged further and his hand tensed around hers, drawing her in firmly. Oh, gods, it was so hot! Her mouth fell open in a low, shuddering pant or two, and broke into a moan as her arm was dragged in past the elbow. This was... She just ate it up so easily. How could she...? Filippa had to drag her fingers from her own lips again and hurried to push her other hand into that strange, butter-soft flesh. She could feel her fur soaking through instantly in that overflowing embrace, and with her husband's firm grip, she found she was already drawn terribly close, her nose grazing the fat, bright purple button sitting atop that easily stretching sex, prompting a single whimper from the dragon before Filippa ducked her head down.

And just like that, she was burrowing into raw, liquid heat, the heavy drumbeat of a pounding heart not her own suddenly surrounding her. She could feel the fur bristling all down the rest of her body, though she couldn't say if it was her latent terror, her own pounding excitement, or just how terribly cold the rest of her body felt as she snuggled into this snug, warm embrace that hugged every inch of her. Her breasts were dragged in, and it felt like-- two mouths-- no, a single enormous tongue embracing her tender swells, slobbering over all of her. Now she was definitely trembling with prey instincts as that image loomed large in her mind.

But Edward was holding her, seizing her other hand and pulling her on and in. She passed through a point of tension, and her fingers grazed his chest, feeling around blindly. He directed her to fold her arms up, and he grabbed her under the shoulders to haul her deeper. The moan that rang out as those slick lips slid down her waist seemed to boom from every side, permeating the flesh around them and consequently soaking into both of them, muscle and bone. The air seemed a little thin, but that might have been mostly because she was panting rapidly, her legs giving out and squeezing together as her husband's hands slid firmly down her body to seize more of her and pull her up, into his embrace.

She pushed suddenly to his chest, burying her face against him, and she sighed, grabbing whatever part of him she could reach. Gently, he tugged on her to turn, and she squirmed, struggling to twist about until she could put her back to him, sliding up against his chest until she was folding up, hot flesh rippling down her calves rapidly until only her toes wiggled in that cold outer world, which soon disappeared. She managed to pull her knees past that snug ring to fold them to her chest, and the two of them rolled together in this slick, sweltering place until her feet pulled through that portal with their levering motion, folding under her. She was curled up almost in the fetal position, wrapped in her husband's arms and between his legs, cocooned within the very depths of another woman.

All three of them sagged then, puffing with the effort of accomplishing this mad endeavor. And this wasn't even the hard part. Well... maybe it was for the two of them, but surely, for Dora... Swallowing, Filippa promised herself they'd do everything they could to go easy on the poor woman. Even if, in this moment, despite the buzz of terror rising in the base of her skull, trying to erupt into a scream, she still somehow felt more... more viscerally aroused than she could ever recall before in her life... Even so, what they were going through must be nothing compared to what Dora would have to do. The two of them only had to... to relax, and wait, and be quiet and still. Same as for much of this journey. They were so close...

Filippa let her head fall back against her husband's shoulder, even though that spread the taut wall of the larger woman's womb snug across her cheek. She nuzzled into him weakly, and allowed herself a tiny glimmer of... hope. Anticipation. They were in the final leg of their journey to freedom, as strange as it might be. Their hands came together, knotting close, squeezing. Just a little longer, and...

Panting, Dora took a few moments to recover. "Oh..." She moaned faintly. "No time. Oh... please be very... quiet, and still. I've never held so much, and it's..." She was glad they couldn't see her blush, but they could certainly tell she was... affected. Oh, she was going to have very stern words for Sam next they met. She pushed herself upright slowly, carefully working her internal muscles. "I'm going to have to hold you in, it's going to get tight..." She carefully flexed and let herself close around them, her cervix sealing them in as she drew deep, deliberate breaths. She'd never expected her... hobbies... to have to become such... public knowledge. It was mortifying, but she supposed she was glad she could help.

It was rough, working her way onto her feet again, the two of them wobbling about in her gravid belly as she tested her new center of gravity. No time, no time! She pulled on some fresh underwear, with some extra gauze for... absorption, and smoothed out her dress. Alright. She checked herself in the mirror, dabbed at her face a little, and carefully waddled out to gather her things. "We're leaving now. Remember, you must be silent, and still. I will tell you when it is safe to speak, but you will still need to be still until we reach the safehouse.

There was no response as she trundled into the alley, which was satisfactory. Grunting with effort, she crawled up into her van. It had been modified for her size already, and she had to slide the seat back another notch with a sigh to keep the wheel from digging into her gut. When she was all done adjusting everything, she had to take a moment just to close her eyes, waiting for her body to stop rolling and jiggling, for her womb to still again. Alright. She drew a deep breath, and rolled on out of the alley, carefully looking both ways. And... they were off.