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Mahiri never thought she'd end up with a job where she got ordered to take a vacation, much less one with all expenses paid. It helped that she worked for her older sister. Zari sent her off to a beach resort owned by a friend of hers, presumably at some sort of discount. It was a beautiful place, if a little early in the season for beach weather. The slight chill meant she pretty much had the whole hotel to herself, at any hour of the day, and she'd taken to wandering the halls or making use of the amenities whenever she liked, no matter how weird a time it was. That meant soaking in the hot tub at three in the morning, just because she could, or popping over to the gym first thing in the morning because she happened to be still awake, with energy to burn. Being out there living in luxury without any of her friends did make her a little stir crazy, and she had to wear herself out somehow if she was ever going to sleep.

As far as she knew, she was totally alone in there, though she wasn't exactly paying attention. She had buds in her ears, playing some workout tunes while she jiggled away on the treadmill. Even bound, her tits were a bit of a pain for exercising. So was her ass. Hmm. Seemed all the room service was adding up, given the extra bounce in her every jogged step. Not to mention that she was sweating. Like, she could feel it pouring off of her. And ... was that herself she smelled? It was enough to nearly make her lose her stride and wipe out in the middle of her run while she leaned her head down to take a concerned sniff at herself. She was pretty sure ladies weren't supposed to get that musky, and was at least a little relieved when she realized it wasn't actually her. Her own scent was soft and feminine, if a little overheated. Taking one of the buds out of her ear, letting it dangle from her collar, she heard a distinct clank behind her as someone set down some weights. Looked like she had a companion for the humid sunrise workout.

She wasn't expecting to lay eyes on someone so immediately striking when she turned her head, her senses overpowered by the luscious sight before her to the point she really did lose her balance this time. Thankfully, she was a cat, and semi-elegantly staggered her way off the treadmill to take position right behind it so she could get a better look at the giraffe who dripped there. She was tall, of course, but not just a little bigger than the leopardess. Mahiri had no idea how she'd let such a towering behemoth like her slip in behind her, totally unnoticed. That giraffe looked like she ought to have shaken the whole room with her every step, though maybe it was those paws she had instead of hooves that kept her stealthier than Mahiri expected. Even so, she should have at least felt a presence like that, left gazing up at the speckled tower of muscle and curves with her eyes shining and her mouth slightly agape. Those gym-shorts hugged around the giraffe's hips extra snugly, wrapped taut around an enormous bulge that simply had to be seen to be believed. And even then, Mahiri wasn't sure if she was looking at a real person or a figment of her horny imagination until the giraffe actually spoke to her.

"Well hey there, early riser! I've been seeing your spotty butt around the hotel, and I've got to say, I very much approve!" She was plenty energetic for the hour it was, which took the cat by surprise.

"Ah, well! Thank you!"

Mahiri could already feel herself blushing. Among ... other reactions. Just standing in the room with the sweaty herbivore meant bathing in a persistent aroma of lust-worthy musk that invaded the leopard's every sense, clouding over her thoughts, keeping her from coming up with any sort of witty remark. Instead she stood there marinating in her own rising need. It became quite apparent all at once that she'd gone several days without any sort of release, any sort of pleasure. And it was early spring, which tended to be a pretty needy time of year for her. Every breath she took sent her plummeting all the deeper into something like her heat, leaving her pussy all puffy and warm, the quivering desire manifesting as a dull trickle down the humid folds of her sex beneath her tight shorts. She just couldn't stop looking, especially at the shape of that bulging sheath, or those bouncing balls jiggling about whenever the giraffe moved in the slightest.

"You must be Mahiri. If you're wondering how I know, that's my job! The name's Gwen, and I run this place. I do hope you've been finding your stay pleasant?"

It took a good while for the leopardess to realize she'd been asked a question. All that came out of her at first was a little babbling, before she bit her lip and blushed at her own flustered state.

"Ah, well." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't mean to put the place down or anything. It's been amazing. I'm just not used to being out somewhere without any of my friends nearby."

"Aw. The kitty's feeling lonely?" Gwen's eyes lit up with genuine concern. "That won't do at all. If there's anything, and I say anything, that I can do to make your stay more ... pleasurable, you just have to let me know."

The flirting might have been heavy-handed, but it was more than welcome as far as Mahiri cared. She really had no patience at all for subtleties when her body was slipping into that instinctual state of urgent lust. Did it just happen to be her season, or was the giraffe's presence doing something to her? She'd never inhaled a musk like that before. A spicy mix of masculine, feminine, and something exotic that Mahiri couldn't name, it was seducing a little more with her every breath, breaking down her every barrier, ensuring that any inhibitions she might have had melted away. Maybe she was being hypnotized by Gwen's sweat-soaked balls. She could see the damp spot on the giraffe's shorts where all the thick perspiration had accumulated. Just thinking about how it might taste to suck the on those shapely titans was getting Mahiri soaking wet, her shorts clinging to a sleekly outlined cameltoe as she looked Gwen up and down.

"I think ... maybe I could use some company. Right now, actually."

"Oh, company I can do," Gwen chuckled. "I can tell just looking at you that a pretty girl like you is in desperate need of a giraffe tongue in her womb. What do you think?"

Before Mahiri could even get an answer in, she found herself stunned by Gwen's erotic demonstration of her own licking abilities. That tongue could do all sorts of tricks. The leopardess could only watch in gaping awe as the giraffe stuck it straight out, then curled it, flexing it this way and that, showing off all the different angles it could reach. And it just kept coming. Gwen extended it to a foot, two feet, and all the way down her own sweaty body, until it was wriggling there between her thighs, teasingly lashing at the air. Only then did she retract it, pulling it in like a fishing line with a sloppy schlick of a sound. She apparently didn't care if she drooled on the gym floor. It was already plastered with plenty of her dripping sweat anyway. And besides, owned the place. She could do anything she wanted, including seducing one of her guests. A little wink to Mahiri and she stepped back for a moment.

"Let me just lock up, so we can have the place to ourselves this morning ... and then why don't you come step into the lockers with me and help me get cleaned up?"

Just in case it wasn't already obvious enough that she didn't mean towelling off together, the great big giraffe reached down, cupped that hefty, sweat-stained bulge in her gym shorts, and gave it a few bounces. Somehow, that slight motion made the scent she was broadcasting just a slight bit thicker. That was enough to totally entrance Mahiri. She needed more of that. And if following the intimidating giraffe off somewhere even more private meant getting a taste for herself, then she was going to do it, no questions asked.

"Mmmm, yeah ... I could use that. A lot. I've never quite ..." She stopped, trying to think about how she was even going to phrase such a compliment. Then she just shrugged. "You smell good."

"I'm glad you think so. Let's see how glazed we can make that pretty face of yours, shall we?"

Mahiri followed right along, following the swish of that paintbrush tail. Even that was sweaty, the tuft at the end accumulating such a lovely coat of perspiration that she found herself imagining how it would feel to suck on it. Gwen didn't drop her shorts once they were away from prying eyes and cameras alike in the safety of the locker room. She just turned back to the cat, reached down to heft her enormous bulge up and down, and extended a hand for Mahiri to take. Gwen wasn't forceful. She didn't need to be. Just standing there, exuding a thick, enticing scent of sweaty giraffe and accumulated musk was enough to lure Mahiri in, drawing her to stand before the giant hotel owner, gazing up with slightly shiny eyes as she basked in the heat that surrounded Gwen's dripping body. Even standing up on the very tips of her toes, she couldn't reach far, barely at crotch height. The giraffe had to squat down slightly just to smother that eager cat's muzzle against her bulge.

Once Mahiri felt her nose meet that damp outline of fat giraffe nuts, she was hooked. Gwen just relaxed, letting the leopardess explore and rub her face into the shape of that sack, and sheath. The latter grew slightly from the attention, but mostly remained calm for the moment. That let Mahiri swipe her muzzle back and forth, painting her own face in hot giraffe sweat. Once she wore a shiny mask of the stuff, she got her tongue involved, dragging up and down the fabric, her scratchy tongue catching on the fabric slightly. That hardly stopped her. She kept slurping, moving faster, faster, working as if to a climax while the giraffe's fat sheath twitched beneath her shorts. Gwen was content to loom over the horny cat and get her bulge sniffed and worshipped, but she knew she could give the leopard even more. All it took was sticking her thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms, pulling them open, letting the pent up scents pour our, striking the cat in the face, making her flatten her ears and close her eyes as she stopped to take a long, deep breath of the potent musk clinging to Gwen's fur and skin.

"Mm. That's right. Let that perfume swim around in your brain for a bit. Lemme see those eyes roll back."

Perfume was a generous word for it. The giraffe had a heavy scent, a wall of pure musk that clamped hold of Mahiri's thoughts and prevented her from considering anything but the sheer heat in front of her. She remained where she was, watching Gwen lowering her bottoms down, struggling not to drool on herself as she bathed in the wafting warmth hidden beneath those sweat-soaked shorts. Finally glimpsing that fat sheath resting atop a perfectly plump pair of balls that she couldn't wait to get her tongue all over. Licking them through those shorts was one thing, but resisting the allure of those heavy, weighted nuts while they gleamed right in front of her eyes, with the lights above reflecting off the thick coat of sweat, that was simply impossible. Mahiri dived right in at the first opportunity she had. That meant smothering herself between those fat orbs, letting them wrap slickly around her muzzle, snugly enveloping her in the heady smell of thickly-coated giraffe musk. She drank in those pheromones a while, just breathing, swallowing the humidity right off that sack, but she couldn't keep herself from licking for long. Slurp slurp slurp went her tingly tongue, its rough texture used to its fullest to really drag the flavour off that glossy surface so the leopardess could swish it around in her mouth and suck it down.

She was soon practically chugging salty perspiration right off Gwen's body. A stretch of her jaws, and she got as much of that sack in her mouth at once as she could. One of those nuts alone was far too big for her to suck on, but she tried her best, opening wide and slobbering all over her balls in effort to get more of them inside her mouth, but she just ended up making a mess. Gwen loomed over the spotty cat while she did the work. There was no need to guide or encourage her in any way with that level of enthusiasm streaking over her set, but she couldn't help herself. Those long, pretty locks were so smooth to the touch, and she just had to dig her fingers down deep to Mahiri's scalp and seize hold. That ensured the cat stayed right where she was, getting her face lightly humped as Gwen started moving her hips back and forth, just enough to produce a little plap as nuts met muzzle, flinging sweat in all directions, letting it mist down the kitty's body and rain to the floor. By then, there was so much heat coming off Gwen's sack that steam was rising from them, the air growing hazy all around her exposed pair while the leopard schlupped and worshipped them.

"That's a very good girl," Gwen huffed, snorting in pleasure but keeping a hold of herself. "Don't forget my sheath. Wake it up, will you?"

She phrased it like a suggestion, but she was hardly asking. Digging her fingers even deep into those silky crimson locks, she tugged the leopard upwards, directing her right where she needed to be. That meant almost pulling her off her feet, at least until Gwen squatted down slightly lower, letting Mahiri get her muzzle lined up with that richly musk-bearing sheath. The leopard didn't hesitate to press her nose right inside, taking a sniff of the most potent giraffe pheromones she could get. It was little much for her, blasting her briefly numb with the concentrated dose of pure giraffe, but she had no regrets. She just pushed her nose in deeper, opening her mouth to drink the sweat that tickled from that plump equine sheath. Once she stuck her tongue inside, cleaning the inside of all those accumulated flavours, she finally got a reaction. The giraffe had been stubbornly soft the whole time, not even getting aroused by having a leopardess so reverently worshipping her balls. Feeling that tingly tongue wiggling inside her musky sheath was enough to get her twitching, get her filling out while the flat head of her dick pushed forth, wetly evicting Mahiri from her spot as she hardened up under all the attention.

Mahiri made sure to attend to that sheath for as long as she could, shoving her tongue right down the loose skin, getting it trapped against that giraffe cock while she kneaded back and forth, tonguefucking Gwen's sheath to make sure she stole every single swipe of hot giraffe musk she could before that dick was too hard and the sheath rolled back down completely. That just meant transitioning to slathering over Gwen's shaft, working along the underside, cleaning every single detail with her tongue. Every slurp gifted her with another flavour, that rich musk nuanced in its intensity. Working slowly from the firming base to the flaring head, she made sure to leave Gwen's cock absolutely slathered in leopard spit by the time it was finally hard. Mahiri glazed back and forth, ensuring a thorough coating before she went for the tip, lapping up the offering of precum that beaded there, letting it coat her palate as she sloshed it around in her mouth before finally gulping it down.

From there, she could only purr, sinking down to her knees when Gwen urged her in that direction. All it took was a little push on the top of her head, and Mahiri knew what to do. Kneeling down meant she couldn't lick Gwen's cock anymore, left showering in the juices dripping down from the tip as she awaited her next dive into the giraffe's musk. Gwen lingered a moment, giving her shaft a few rubs and squeezes to make sure it was thickening up just right. Then she straightened up, planting her hands on her hips, towering over the leopardess as she cleared her throat.

"You like that giraffe musk clogging up your lungs, don't you kitty?"

Mahiri did her best to respond clearly. "Unnnnh ... uh huhhhh ..."

"I thought so. Love that pretty look in your eyes. My little sweat-bimbo, after a few good sniffs 'n' licks. But I think we can get you even deeper down the spiral."

She didn't bother to reach down to untie her shoes, just stepping on one of them and then the other, she kicked them off effortlessly, revealing not hooves but a pair of bare paws. And a whole wafting puff of musk to go with them. It was different from her dick. This was a whole new musk, ripe and fresh for Mahiri to indulge in, and she got an even thicker sample when Gwen lifted up one of those paws and pressed it right into the subservient cat's face. She took one good sniff of those soaked pads, and then she went for it, streaking her tongue from heel to toes, up and down, left and right, clinging every single drop of clinging perspiration from the giraffe's soles until she felt those toes pressing past her lips. It was just a slight nudge, a mere suggestion on Gwen's part, but the horny leopard latched right on, squelching and sucking those toes like she was going to steal them for herself. She even got her tongue working right between them to make sure she cleaned the dirtiest, heaviest, raunchiest sources of sweat she could get at. To her, it was nothing but silky, spicy delight running down her throat as she slathered those giraffe paws in her heavy drool.

Working from one foot and to the other meant Mahiri got every single drop of hot paw sweat deeply imprinted upon her palate. She couldn't taste anything else. Her senses were dulled from overstimulation, which was fortunate for her. Otherwise she might have just passed out from the intense blast of pure, concentrate giraffe assaulting her every olfactory sense. When Gwen finally set both of her paws back on the floor, she wiggled her toes, got herself comfortable, gave her dick a few strokes, and then offered the ruined leopardess a smile. Mahiri looked so cute like that. Her hair was a mess of tangled locks, sticking to her blushy cheeks while sweat rolled down her face. Some of it was even her own. It mixed in with the drool falling from her flopped-out tongue.

"What a good kitty. I ought to hire you as a member of my staff at this rate. Make you my little assistant, for my every need ..." Gwen teased, reaching right down to cup the cat's chin again. "Of course, this is no time to talk business. This meeting is pure pleasure. And I think you deserve something nice for serving me so well. Up on the bench, please."

It took several seconds for Mahiri to parse those words. She might have forgotten what a bench even was for a short time. Eventually it made sense to her. She shook off that haze well enough to crawl to her feet, wobbling, swaying her tail all drunkenly. The leopardess would have been more coordinated after several rounds of shots. Flopping on her back across the bench in the middle of the locker room, she sprawled her limbs out, letting them dangle over the sides. From that angle, Gwen somehow looked even bigger. It was like the cat was starting up at a living tower, at a statue of a mythical figure brought to life. Someone that big was truly dumbfounding, as if it wasn't even possible for her to exist. But judging by the musky flavour mashed into the cat's tastebuds, Gwen was very much real, and she had so much more to show the cat.

Through that worship session, Mahiri had been achingly horny, if unaware of it. Such a thing was less important than cleaning every single drop of salty sweat from the giraffe's body that she possibly could. Only while she was all stretched out, her legs parted, her gym shorts clinging to the contours of her flooding pussy did she find herself reminded of that burning need. And Gwen was ready to take care of it. Another lash of her tongue sent that extended appendage whipping and cracking down the expanse of her concealed tits, drooling over her own bust. A quick tug got that over her head and tongue alike, and then she bent down to do the same to Mahiri. The giraffe's touch wasn't exactly gentle. The cat yelped as she nearly got her top torn right off of her, yanked over her head in one motion, leaving her hair even more hopelessly mussed and unravelled. Her tits bounced free from beneath that ruined garment, coated in her own sweat, though she was much wetter below. Peeling off her shorts was no small effort on Gwen's part, especially if she didn't want to shred the fabric to bits, slowly tugging them along Mahiri's soaked thighs until she finally got them off those pretty little paws. Gwen gave them a squeeze of admiration, but her attention was elsewhere, for the moment.

"God, you've got a wet pussy, don't you? Mmm." Gwen took a deep breath in, sucking down some of those heated pheromones. She knew that meant one drop of giraffe cum probably would have been enough to breed the horny little kitty. "So needy. I like it. Bet it tastes good."

That was all the warning the leopard got before the giraffe snaked that flexible tongue of hers up along the inside of a wet, spotty thigh, slurping up the mess the cat had made of herself along the way to licking that well-glazed pussy. One stroke of her tongue was enough to make Mahiri toss her head back and show her teeth in a submissive, overwhelmed snarl. Her eyes went wild, even feral-looking, and she writhed there on the bench as Gwen crouched low to seize hold of her legs and keep her from kicking too much. That meant clutching her tightly while the cat madly squirmed, especially once the giraffe started plunging inside of her. One firm press as she penetrated past those puffy lips, shoving her tongue inside, deeper and deeper, until she flicked it against the entrance to her womb. That made the cat arch, her hips jumping upwards, her body practically bending in half at that little prod. All that movement meant Gwen's tongue penetrated her womb totally by accident, soon wriggling around within. Mahiri could hardly believe how good that felt.

Every swipe, every wiggle, every plunging tongue-thrust back and forth milked out more rowly noise from the overheated cat. Soon she was stirring up a juicy cacophony of squelching sounds as she tonguefucked that sopping wet cat cunt, sending the overflowing juices spilling out over Mahiri's hips and thighs, even her belly. Gwen just kept unreeling her tongue, extending it longer and longer, feeding it into the leopardess to stimulate her in ways she'd never even dreamed of. That meant curling, wriggling, rubbing every little detail. She sought out the tender places that made Mahiri scream the most, and made sure to apply some slick, stroking pleasure to every single g-spot the cat had all at once. It was enough to send her into a complete mental factory reset, blanking out as she screeched towards the ceiling. That was hardly a triumphant roar of climax, sounding instead almost fearful, as if she didn't even understand what her body was doing anymore while she blasted off in an eruption of pure bliss.

Gwen was completely in control of things, but even she had to be surprised by that sudden squirt splattering her in the face. She recoiled slightly, pulling some of her tongue out of that gushing sex, letting all that mess trickle down along Mahiri's taint and pool around the base of her tail as she let off all that pressure, all that pent-up heat-lust at once, wildly flailing there on the bench. Fluids rain through the cracks and trickled down to the floor audibly, leaving the cat looking creampied, when it was just her own thick, glossy juices clinging to those folds. It took several seconds for Gwen to fully withdraw her tongue, slopping even more of that kitty-flavoured mess from those folds as she did. She was going to need several licks of her chops to fully process all that feline taste, slickly slurping around her lips a while as she let the rumbling leopard recover from an orgasm so powerful it left her dumbly giggling.

"Hmmf! What a mess. You're a tasty spotty girl, you know that? I'm sure you get that all the time."

Gwen massaged the feline's thighs as she spoke, taking a few deep squeezes to get the cat twitching and writhing in response. Mahiri was incoherently babbling by then, mumbling about nothing at all, occasionally giving another giggle like she just told a great joke. Gwen just held on tight, her cock giving an insistent thump against her own belly as she observed the fallen feline. She reached one hand down to give it a squeeze, milking out a fat gob of pre stretched down to the floor.

"From the taste of you, I'd say you're definitely in a full heat by now. That means I should be extra careful with this thing." She waved that fat giraffe dick around a few times, flinging a strand of pre onto Mahiri's left thigh. It slowly trickled down the inside, coming dangerously close to her cunt, but not quite making it there. "Maybe I should even wrap it up. Meh. Just don't squirm too much and it'll be fine."

With that, she mounted the sprawled feline. Mahiri didn't get a chance to change position, or even to respond. She couldn't manage much more than that pleasure-drunk murmuring anyway. That musk was ever-present, but it was blasting directly into her senses again once Gwen plapped that pre-slick cock right on her tits. The splatter of juices hit Mahiri in the face, and her only reaction was to open up wide and let all those steaming droplets land right on her outstretched tongue. The leopardess' fur was soft and slick, perfect for grinding a hard giraffe dick all over. Gwen smeared her in scent while the cat moaned to every touch, especially all those rubs to her breasts. A good squish and hump against them suppressed the leopard's more feline noises, leaving her instead just gasping out, her feminine voice warm and sultry, quivering with her every breathy gasp.

"Mm ... pretty-faced kitty. I just wanna ruin those sweet little features of yours," Gwen huffed as she climbed right over the cat.

She kept her feet on the floor so as not to crush Mahiri with her full weight, but she wasn't gentle about sitting on her thighs, letting that spire of giraffe dick grind right up her whole body. That meant gliding up and down her belly, squishing between her tits, and grinding the leaking tip all over her face. Mahiri's lovely hair was nearly a puddle by then, the long strands stuck to the bench, imbued with Gwen's hot scent and musk, steaming with the heat coming off of her. That position let the giraffe rub the base of her cock against Mahiri's clit, delighting in the way the cute girl squirmed while she humped her whole body at once. Faster, smoother, slicker she went, spreading that sweaty mess across her whole front side, letting it trickle down her curves, marking her right down to the skin. She was Gwen's, smelling like her property, and that was all just from rubbing on her alone. The giraffe's nuts were giving some twitches as she clutched those fat tits, squeezing them together around her dick, generating some slippery friction as she huffed down at the captive cat and used her for a toy, slopping that prespunk right in her face, letting her drink it all down. It was already enough to make her gulp heavily. She wasn't going to be able to handle an actual cumshot from that beastly giraffe dick.

Gwen's ecstasy started right around her scalp, curiously enough. She felt it tingling there, and arched her back as elegantly as a cat as it ran down her spine, eventually twitching at her sweaty paintbrush tail, making her lift it up high. Then her legs were going tight, flexing taut as her cock stiffened from base to tip. For that moment it was fully, perfectly hard, so solid it couldn't bend in the slightest as that orgasm rushed its way from her oversized balls and all the way to her bulging, flaring tip. From there her cockslit stretched open with the bulging load of seed gushing forth, spraying out with an audible SPLURT to drown the cat in giraffe cum. It hit her face hard, making Mahiri recoil back, sputtering and coughing. Gwen at least had some mercy on her, pulling back to thoroughly hose her down, drenching the kitty from neck to tits to belly in that potent cream, letting it cling to her so thickly it weighed her down and prevented her from moving much at all. She looked so good half-smothered in giraffe jizz. But Gwen had more to give, and she was finding it hard to resist that puffy feline cunt when it was pumping out such a needy scent. She gripped her cock in both hands, shooting some excess spunk into the air, pouring it onto the floor while she licked her lips and watched that slick leopard sex contracting with desire, and finally she just shook her head and lunged.

"Fuck it. I wanna get you pregnant, pretty kitty. This pussy's mine."

Mahiri didn't get a chance to say anything before Gwen shoved her spurting cock between those spotty thighs, kissed up against her sex, and then penetrated the first few inches, flare and all, deep inside that clenching cunt. She at least had the composure not to just jam the whole thing in at once and ruin the cute cat for good, stopping once she bottomed out, pointing her open cumslit right at Mahiri's womb. Feeling those lust-slick walls hugging all around her cock milked out even more of her potent seed, ensuring she came a rich, hot load right into the cat's heated pussy, filling her up and making her start to stretch and swell with the cream sloshing around inside of her. A fat load of cum that thick, that virile was just the kind of thing to cross the species barrier, ensuring that Mahiri's growing, sloshing belly was a suitable preview of the months to come once Gwen's seed took inside her. And all she could do was delighted mrowl about it, her eyes rolling back, another squirting orgasm splashing over the giraffe's nuts while she got her heat fulfilled, that breeding instinct finally extinguished as her body flooded her with the warm sensation of her own impregnation.

There was only so much room inside the feline. Eventually she had to overflow, and the cum welled up all around Gwen's dick, pouring down the kitty's ass and thighs as the giraffe finished off that climax with one last good spurt. Pulling out meant squelching up an extended schliiiick for every inch she popped out of that well-used cat cunt, leaving it creampied and gaping for a time, though she was surprised how quickly the kitty tightened right back up. Seemed she'd taken some big dicks before. Maybe Gwen should have tested her, should have gone even deeper. But she was plenty satisfied, panting steaming, wiping sweat from her brow, letting some of it spatter down on the dumb-fucked cat. Looking over Mahiri's prone form, and just how dazed and helpless she was in those moments was already giving Gwen some ideas. And cumshot or not, her flopped dick was already giving a few intrigued twitches atop her sack.

"Probably shouldn't have done that. But oh well. Gotta learn to just let go and have some fun now and then, right?" Gwen chuckled. "I suppose that means you're hired. You certainly aced the interview, so to speak."

Mahiri didn't so much as groan in response. Her eyes were open but it wasn't clear if she could see much of anything. The giraffe went on.

"God, you're such a mess. Let's get you cleaned up at least a little. I want you to look the part."

Gwen had already demonstrated just how tricky she could be with her tongue, and such skills proved equally useful for swiping some of the splattered cum that painted Mahiri more thoroughly than her spots. The giraffe started at her face, lapping in firm strokes to swipe away all the jizz she left there. It could hardly be called cleaning, exactly. Mahiri was hardly any tidier than she started, and certainly no dryer. Gwen was drooling on her plenty, running through her fur with that spit-slick tongue, pressing into all the details, all the little crevices, making sure she snatched up every drop of flavour clinging to the kitty's fur. What hadn't been completely overwritten by giraffe musk, anyway. There was still something there, something beneath all the cream, that kept Gwen's saliva flowing as she moved down to slurp those pretty tits. The leopardess had a certain sweetness to her fur that couldn't be erased, no matter how soaked she got in someone else's scent. Gwen couldn't get enough of that taste. She needed it all.

Mopping up that creampied pussy was a lost cause, though Gwen gave a few quick licks on her way down the feline's body, drinking down some of her own cum before moving on. The spots on her thighs made for perfect little targets, and she dotted and danced over them on her way down the leopard's legs. Eventually she reached those cute paws, getting to watch Mahiri curling her toes to the pleasure of a thorough licking. She simply couldn't ignore those, returning the favour with a little toe-sucking, slipping them right past her lips to give a few nibbles while she was at it. A deeper suckle dragged them in a little more, letting Gwen start working on those pads, massaging them or just squishing them with her lips. A curl of her tongue around Mahiri's ankles ensured that cat wasn't going anywhere while she got her paws played with and tasted, not that she was in any sort of state for squirming away. Gwen knew she could get away with anything she wanted after satisfying the feline like she did.

"Mmm. Mmmf!" The giraffe spoke with her mouth full. "You are a delicious little cat, you know that Mahiri? There's just something so tempting about you."

Suckling her way down on those paws entirely, she fit them both into her mouth at once, letting them slightly bulge her cheeks. A few good schlurps on them loudly jostled the excess saliva around in Gwen's mouth, making it dribble over her low lip. Then she took a little more of the cat. And a little more. Nibbling her way up along her calves let her stuff her whole mouth with that flavour, those wiggling toes pressing back into her throat. She wasn't swallowing yet, but it wasn't easy to speak clearly.

"You know, Mahiri. Our establishment is equipped with the latest in reformation technology, for those guests with particularly ravenous tendencies. And that workout left me absolutely famished."

Maybe if she'd spoken less muffledly, the leopard might have clued into the teasing threat beneath her words sooner. By the time she realized what was going on, it was far too late. Gwen had already given the first GULP, sealing around her ankles, dragging the cat paws-first into her elongated gullet. A little bulge of squirming feet appeared there, though it wasn't much. She was a big giraffe. The leopardess wasn't even stretching her jaws much as she omfed her way up those spotty legs, pressing her teeth in here and there to feel the juicy curves squishing beneath the pressure. But she wasn't savouring that feline. Every second she spent with that flavour on her tongue, intoxicating her, filling her mind with the irresistible desire to take, to claim, to consume that lovely cat, whole and wriggling. She always needed a big meal after her morning workout.

Mahiri was hips-deep in giraffe maw by the time she started struggling. A sly little smile spread across her lips as she did so. It wasn't for any sort of panic that she moved like that. It felt good to slip down a giraffe's gullet, knowing it would be safe. Eventually. But she knew Gwen might appreciate the act. Alas, she was too weak, too stunned to accomplish much. There was still pleasure coursing through her body, that extended afterglow keeping her glimmering and tingling. It was even harder to resist when she felt that tongue plunging into her once more, wriggling up into her creampied cunt, curling to add just a little more leverage to gulping her down. Gwen hardly needed the assistance. Her gullet was doing all the work for her, those powerful neck muscles proving effective as she sucked the leopard straight down her throat, kneading her so hard as to leave her toes numb from the pressure. A little stretch and slurp over that juicy ass and she swiftly engulfed it in her jaws, nibbling those hefty cheeks a few times before glurking it into the open tunnel that had already claimed half the tasty leopardess. A little more and she could squish on that cum-pumped belly, squeezing some of that jizz out of Mahiri's pussy and straight down her own throat as she clamped down on her prey, sealing up tight around those curves so that they were nearly perfectly outlined, skintight beneath the surface of her throat.

When Gwen tilted her head back, Mahiri's head almost touched the ceiling. The giraffe sighed smoothly into the final swallows as the leopard pried at the lips wrapped around her middle, feeling them slickly sliding up her belly, pressing down harshly on her tits, popping those inside with the rest of her. Once she was shoulder-deep in giraffe, she felt her own dwindling strength overwhelmed by Gwen's gulping force, her arms getting shoved up over her head. They were the last to vanish from sight once the giraffe gobbled her way over the leopard's face. Mahiri was too caught up in the pleasure of being eaten to have so much as a final gasp before she was enveloped in giraffe maw. She made a muffled noise as the roof of Gwen's mouth squished against her muzzle, and then down she went, slurped in and sucked down in one big gulp. Gwen gathered strength, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her head back to finish off her meal in a single swallow, sending the captive feline's bulge plunging straight down her neck to vanish past her tits and smack straight down into her gut, pushing out from within as a rounded bulge that bounced and wobbled with the slimy impact of a leopard hitting the bottom of the giraffe's stomach.

There was still plenty of room in Gwen's gut. The little 'urp' that came up as the leopard plopped down to her new home was hardly a hiccup. Gwen sucked in a long breath, ensuring things were at least relatively fresh down there for her meal, and then sighed out, slumping her shoulders down, closing her eyes to revel in the absolute bliss that came with filling her belly. After that, she gave her middle a few smacks, ensuring the kitty inside her kept on squirming, chuckling softly as she felt those weak little kicks. They weren't much, but she knew Mahiri was trying her best to please her, even when she was exhausted. That was something that deserved a reward, as soon as she was whole again. But judging by the noise Gwen's gut was making, the feline wouldn't be herself for a little while, at least.

"Mmmm! My my. Exactly as satisfying as I'd hoped. I know you'll serve me well as my assistant, for needs just like this. But for now ... " Gwen played with her gut while she teased her prey, hefting that bulge off then dropping it down to slosh and jiggle. "I will quite enjoy having you as a temporary resident of my waistline. Though I do hope your squishy curves aren't too high in fat. It's already hard enough getting pants in my size!"

As if on queue, Gwen's digestive processes kicked up as soon as she was finished speaking. They worked swiftly to squeeze in around the excitedly, if slowly wriggling feline, suppressing her struggles and squeezing some of the air out of her lungs. It wasn't enough to suffocate her, but it was certainly making her head spin, and her muscles twitch. That was before things got messy. Those juices pouring over her and rising up at the bottom of the chamber were abrasive, itchy, tingling and irritating her skin as it ate through her fur. Meanwhile, the giraffe lounged around, taking a seat on that bench, idly playing with her cock. A full belly felt near as good as an orgasm, but there was no reason she couldn't have another one while she digested the sweet leopardess alive. It probably didn't feel good for her, but she'd make it up to her later.

"Ahh, nnnh ... keep squirming like that. What a little belly-massager you are. Giving me all these good feelings right up my spine while you wiggle your last ..."

A two-fisted squeeze to her dick and Gwen got comfortable, sitting down as she jerked herself off to the pleasure of digesting that warm, soft feline. Her belly got louder every second, churning inwards with more and more force, sizzling away until that little bulge started to shrink, crushing inwards around the kitty's softening form. Minutes rolled by while she digested Mahiri down to mush, absorbing her, claiming her, feeling the leopard's body failing as her squirming muscles settled down to twitches and her last gasps escaped her as she faded. It all went along with her constant stroking, working two hands up her cock until her flare stretched out and her veins bulged, a snort and moan escaping her lips as she shut her eyes tight to delve deep into the sensations.

"Oh yes ... ! Melt for me, Mahiri that's it ...soooo good. Little pretty kitty got herself eaten by a giraffe ... yes! That's it, nnnnf ..."

Feeling her belly flatten over and the prey inside cease her movement was enough to send Gwen over the edge. She blasted a fat rope of cum straight towards the ceiling, and followed it up with several more, letting them drip down and cling to the walls around her as she painted the room in her creamy jizz and her fragrant musk, all milked out by the ecstasy of digesting someone. Well, not just someone. That silky, squirmy leopardess had delighted her to the very last. And she continued to do so as she pushed down into the giraffe's intestines, that tingly, orgasmic feeling enduring long after Gwen finished jerking off. She milked out a few more splurts and let the rest trickle down to the floor, coating the room in what was probably a permanent layer of her scent. Well, she owned the place anyway. It only made sense that it'd smell like her.

Such a triumph meant she'd earned a rest, though she didn't spend long on her haunches before she rose again. An active athlete like her had a very fast metabolism, and after churning the cat through her intestines for a while, she was already done with her. She'd have time to admire the new curves later. Getting up to her feet, she could already feel a little extra wobble, especially around her thighs and ass. That kitty was plenty bottom-heavy, so that made sense, in a way. Striding along, she was glad that she'd chosen such an early hour for her workout, because it meant the bathrooms were totally unoccupied. And she was going to need some privacy.

"Hmf. Well, alright kitty. Time to get rid of you so I can get back to work. Hope you're enjoying the time on my ass. I'll bring you back soon so you can admire the extra heft for me."

Settling down onto an especially large toilet, she closed the stall door and stretched her legs out, giving another sigh before she started pushing. Working that thick equine ring hard meant she could start squeezing out what was left of Mahiri in no time, smoothly shitting her out down into the water below, filling the bowl to brimming by the time she hit her first flush. A whole person was a big meal, and that meant taking a fat dump when she was all done adding the leopard to her curves. A little more squeezing, and she jumped a little when something tickled her. Digesting the cat that fast meant there were a few little traces that made it through, like the clumped up ball of fur and hair, stained to unrecognizable that rubbed her rim on the way out. There were a few bones too, though they were nicely smoothed over to the point she hardly noticed them, loudly splashing down below as she kept the flushing going every time she had the chance. It was just enough to keep up with the growing mound without overflowing the toilet, sending all that waste swirling down below, packing the last traces of the leopardess into the sewer pipes.

It took longer to dispose of that cat than it did to eat her in the first place. Gwen sat there on the seat for several minutes more, finishing off the last few finely-packed chunks of giraffe shit. Those were mostly made of pulverized bone, which explained why they required a little more effort than the others to dislodge from her rear. They plunked down into the water below and sank to the bottom of the bowl, leaving Gwen's hole lightly numb by the time she was done. A few swipes with the nearby paper and she gave a small smile to herself, quietly satisfied. One more flush and Mahiri was gone for the time being, but for the fat on her new big boss giraffe's ass. Gwen was going to need a good shower before she got back to work, but after that, it would be business as usual. She would go about her day as if she hadn't just fucked and devoured someone, enjoying the extra padding jiggling with her every step as she wore her guest turned employee as an extra layer of fat on her checked butt. As far as mornings went, it was a hell of a lot more invigorating than a cup of coffee, if a little worse for her figure. She'd just have to up her workout for a few weeks to burn off the pounds she'd gained from her little indulgence.