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Claire, a blacktip shark with a sandy peach hide that dots into white around her belly and snout, and with long black hair up in a bun, walked down a hall of the Eureka intently. She had her hand in her mouth, groaning as she fiddled with a loose tooth.

She turned a corner and came to Ozzie's office. She pounded the metal door and shouted, "Othie, opeh up!". She waited for a moment while continuing her pounding before the door finally slid open.

Inside sat a small dark brown otter with a light brown belly on a very tall stool doing some paperwork. He turned to face the shark and sighed, "What happened this time?". She stepped inside the cramped office and started mumbling, hand still in her mouth.

Ozzie reached over and pulled her hand out of her mouth, and she started over again, "I think my tooth got messed up," she wiggled it around with her finger, "See?".

The otter affixed a light to his head and took a quick look inside the shark's maw, "Yup, it's definitely come loose,". Claire only shrugged and sat down on the patient bed. He grabbed a few things off the table and scooted his stool towards the shark.

"Open wide," he said, using a hand to guide her mouth open. He scooted forward more and started looking around her gums, "Since you're here we may as well make sure there's nothing wrong,". At this point his entire head was in her maw, looking for any possible problem with the shark girl's teeth. They all looked fine.

He scooted in more, getting a good view on the loose tooth. He gasped as the shark girl's tongue began to feel him and he lunged back, "Nuh uh! I'm not gonna fall for this!". He laughed madly to himself. "You're trying to eat me!".

Claire crossed her arms and pouted, "Am not! Are you too big of a baby to do your job?". She huffed loudly and turned away from him while doing her best to keep up her act.

"You're not the first person to try that trick!" he snapped back and pointed sharply at her, "I watched this very thing happen to a colleague!".

"Relax," Claire sighed, "I just want this sore tooth out of my mouth, isn't that something that doctors cover?". Her tone of voice got harsher, "Or should I get one of the big guys to yank it out with pliers?".

Ozzie put his hands up and said, "You don't have to use pliers. How about I just get this sorted for you and we can both be on our way,". He grumbled a little more and got back to work, Claire smiling wide before opening up her mouth again.

He started to get frustrated as he couldn't find any possible source of irritation. "Open wider," he said, now lying down head first inside the shark girl's maw. Claire began slowly and carefully tilting her head up as the otter investigated her tooth. Her tongue began rubbing around and exploring his body, and he only swatted it away before pulling out a tool and working on the tooth. He felt himself slip a little against her slick tongue and tossed his tool away, it clattered to the ground. He panicked as he tried to grab onto something, but it was too late.

"No, wait!" he cried, but Claire's head was pointed almost all the way up and the otter began to slip down her gullet. She put her hand around her neck, feeling as the otter weakly pounded at the inside of her neck. With only a small chuckle she gulped, feeling her neck bulge greatly as the otter slowly slid down.

Ozzie landed with a splash inside Claire's stomach. Her tight insides moved around him, and he felt as she patted the conspicuous outline he now made in her bulging belly. He sat for a moment as he felt a light tingling all over him. His new state then suddenly dawned on him. "Claire, what the fuck!?" he shouted, lunging against the soft walls of her tummy.

Claire looked down admiring herself when she saw the outline of his face and hands press against her and heard his pathetic cry. She only giggled and said, "Cheer up. You get to hang out with me for a while, okay?". Claire stood up and Ozzie slid back with a splash, the seams of his clothes now coming loose.

Claire began walking back to her lab, chuckling and prodding at her squirming belly, "You know, some people say this'll make us closer crewmates. Ones that are always in, I mean by each other's sides!". She laughed at her own joke as she walked down the halls.

Ozzie got back up and pounded at the squishy walls again, his movements now tearing holes in his clothes. "I have tests to run! You need to let me go!.. Please?" he pleaded, his clothes now starting to come off.

"You can just co-author the one I'm doing now, but you might want to settle down or it'll be post-mortem," the shark replied, quickly slipping inside her laboratory and bolting the door shut behind her. The otter stopped moving completely for a moment and she laughed, "Just kidding, I'd lose this post too if something happened to you,".

Claire tossed off her lab coat and fell into her armchair. She traced one of her black nails across the bulges of her moving tummy, admiring as the indents moved and shifted as the otter began struggling again. She laid back in the chair with a sigh. After a moment she said, "Maaaaybe I can let you out early," she began to unbutton her jumpsuit, "But you'll have to help me out with something,".

Ozzie pressed against the tight walls hugging him as his clothes dripped off completely. "Anything, please! I don't know how long I'll last in here!". Claire got the top of her jumpsuit off, shaking Ozzie around as her big belly got free.

"You'll be fine for maybe four hours before anything bad happens to you,". She rested an arm on top of where Ozzie laid curled inside her, and the other below him," Before then, I need you to- I need you to make me cum. Then I'll let you out,".

"You're gonna get off to this?" he cried, pressing against her warm insides, "You're sick!". Not interested in arguing, the shark reclined her chair and shuffled against it, getting comfortable. Her hot stomach tightened around Ozzie as he felt the first quiver vibrate up her body, and he began sliding around in the harmless acid as her breathing got heavier.

Ozzie tried to brace himself inside Claire as she began rubbing herself, but it was no use. Her tightening and shifting belly only toyed with him as she began letting out little soft moans, making him more and more frustrated. For Claire, it had been a long time since she fooled someone small enough to get inside her, and she was loving it.

In between bouts of rubbing herself, she panted as she told the struggling otter, "You know,"

she took a breath, "you can just give in. Some people like to be prey,". Her heartbeat started to shake Ozzie, and he blushed as thought about what she just said. He then looked down, noticing that his clothing had dissolved off his little body, and that his dick was getting hard.

Claire sped up as she felt the otter's struggling became more rhythmic; he was shifting back and forth as he began jerking off. He pressed both of his paws against her soft insides, keeping himself in one spot while leaving cute little bulges on the outside of her belly.

The otter could see his own breath as he breathed out and in, the shark's hot humid belly tightening and contracting around him a little with every breath she took, trembling with every wave of pleasure hitting her body. Claire sped up pleasing herself, now grasping and groping one of her breasts instead of her belly. Ozzie let go of his dick for a moment, and began squirming around even more inside her. Feeling him shift around even more only added to the waves of pleasure washing over the noisy shark.

Ozzie felt as Claire slowly rolled over in her chair, pressing her big squirming belly against the cool leather seat and burying her snout in the headrest in an attempt to stifle herself. Feeling the tight confines of the shark's tummy get even tighter, Ozzie began to stroke himself harder than ever.

Claire couldn't help but hump against the chair a little as she slid a few of her fingers inside herself, rubbing faster as she began to hear the struggling otter inside of her let out some cute groans. A few huffs of her own escaped the headrest as her pleasure intensified more and more.

The shark's legs began to give out as she rubbed along to the quickening groans inside her. Her snout slipped off the now lightly bitten headrest and she muttered, "Hmmph, fuck...". Ozzie arched his back inside her as he beat his dick even faster, now grasping his nuts and softly squeezing them with his other hand. He felt intense quiver after quiver shake him as Claire rapidly slid her fingers in and out of herself.

Not long after, Ozzie's groans became moans before he felt Claire's body convulse and tighten around him as she let out a loud gasp, then a sigh. His toes curled as he stopped stroking, his dick throbbing in his hand twice before spurting out a line of jizz onto the inside of the shark's belly, then another.

Claire slid out of her armchair and flopped onto the floor as she caught her breath from the best orgasm she'd had in a while. Inside her, Ozzie struggled as tried to brush himself off, but to no avail. "S-so, what about my side of the deal?" he asked, almost drowned out by the shark's racing heartbeat.

"Uhh... uh huh," she mumbled, lying still for a moment more before letting the otter out of her tummy. He did his best to brush the saliva and other muck off himself, and then sat down on the metal tile floor next to her.

The naked shark looked at the likewise naked otter and she kind of just chuckled. Ozzie blushed and covered himself. "Welcome to the crew, Ozzie," Claire said, "I'm glad to have someone like you on board,".

He laughed awkwardly and said, "This certainly isn't what I was expecting,". He blushed red as he looked away. "Next time you want to do this just ask," he said nervously, "Purely for scientific reasons of course,". Claire smiled wide and nodded to him, then getting up and unbolting the door.

She looked down at herself again, and at the little nude otter next to her. "We should probably get dressed,".

"Right!" he blurted out, covering himself again and looking around frantically.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about your uniform," Claire said as she pulled her jumpsuit back on. She picked up her lab coat and said," Here, you can borrow this," She leaned down to put it on the Otter and licked her lips, "Unless you want me to take you back to your office,".

Ozzie looked away and covered his red face, "Y-Your lab coat will be, um, fine. Thank you." he stammered. Claire pulled her large coat onto the otter and rolled it up a bit so it would fit him.

"One more thing," she said. Ozzie looked up as the shark pulled hard on her tooth. "You must've slept through biology class to forget sharks are always losing teeth. Here,". She got the tooth loose and set it in his palm, and he grasped it tightly. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the biology comment though.