FSE

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Seen tapped with one finger on his tablet. The otter was in bed, buried mostly under blankets, with one arm out to reach the flat computer resting on a little stand on the mattress at a comfortable angle. A glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen told him that once more he was up unconscionably late. His mind was otherwise occupied and he sought a way to make that occupation calm down.

Reaching to scroll a page, his finger pad accidentally pressed onto a banner ad, registering as a click despite his attempt to slide his digit. Instantly the screen flashed as the browser opened a new tab. He groaned with exasperation, reaching to close the tab. But then the title of the page loaded in.

'Your Perfect Pred'

Seen paused. What? He scrolled down to the text beneath the heading. His shaft pulsed and pressed free of his sheath. Could this really...?

'Here at Your Perfect Pred, we match you with a predator who can serve your preyish needs to the letter! If you ever wanted someone to just show up and take care of you in every way, we can provide that pred for you!' The text continued on with mission statements and examples, testimonies from prey happily devoured...

The otter was writhing in bed soon, his free hand groping over his nearly erect shaft under the heavy blankets.

At the bottom of the page there was a link to an order form... Even though it seemed fake, like a kink website someone made to satisfy their arousal, Seen didn't care. He pressed the link.

He was half expecting just an image of some meme figure pointing a finger at the viewer with the word 'HORNY' under it in Impact. Instead, it loaded up a real form.

Seen scrolled and started to check boxes. 'caring' 'possessive' 'greedy' 'gentle' all got a check mark from the otter. For species he paused, closing his eyes and stroking his shaft harder. He tried to figure out which would be the most hot, but nothing seemed to fit. He then opened his eyes and tapped 'no preference'.

Scrolling down again, there were pulldown options for predator's body type. The otter pondered the vague descriptions of waist and hip sizes such as 'large' and 'ample'. He selected a rather slender upper body with wide curves below if he was reading it correctly. Lots of tail, fluffy and soft were selected as well.

Seen frowned slightly at 'bust size'. A tap revealed at the bottom, after several irrationally far letters into the alphabet, lay 'no bust'. He made sure that was selected, fidgeting. He hardly liked to be reminded of his own nipples let alone another's own...

'Genital Situation' was the next pulldown. Each was listed by which extra vore types the predator would be capable of, not the names of the organs themselves. 'CV and UB' was easy to click onto.

Seen scrolled and found that the questions turned towards the applicant. Name, age, species, gender... all were type fields unlike the previous questions. He typed in his full name, age, 'eurasian otter' and halted at gender. He could put anything there. Anything he wanted.

Well, if he was really giving into such submissive thoughts... sometimes... often... perhaps more often than he realized was 'normal' for a young man who thought of himself as cis....

He liked to be a good girl. She/Her and feminine. Even recently he had thought of scenarios where he didn't even have a dick.

Seen stroked his cock harder as his finger pad swiped along the tablet on-screen keyboard.

For 'Gender' he put 'Good Girl'.

From there, it was all various fetishes, what sort of vore he wanted, what things he was interested in sexually... He stroked on as he filled in whatever he thought was hottest for each option, biting his lip as he leaked into the webbing on his hand.

Then address.

He was too enamored with his thoughts of this being real to stop and think about whether this was a phishing scheme designed to capture horny little preyboys' information. He filled out every field, just like it was a real form. His finger paused over the submit button on the screen.

The otter trembled as he thought about it more, stroking harder. His eyes shut as he felt a familiar welling deep in his pelvis, twitching muscles preparing to unleash his bliss in a sticky mess.

Out of habit, he reached for a torn fabric handkerchief he used for such messes on his headboard, not realizing that in the motion his finger pad brushed the submit button. He brought the rag down to rest on his plump belly, just in time for his swollen head to twitch and the slit at the tip to open up. From all his teasing himself up, the less than a tablespoon of ejaculate came out in a rope that left the landing target in favor of the pillow beside his head.

He whimpered, twitching in place, eyes clenched shut as the site updated to say 'Submission Accepted' along with some text following up the delivery time. Seen didn't notice. With being up so late, such an intense orgasm knocked him right out, one hand on his shaft.

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Seen woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. He groaned a bit, peering at the time. 1 PM. He must have really needed it.

The knock repeated.

Groaning, the otter rolled out of bed, rag slipping out and off him mid-motion and staying in the bed. He slotted his legs and tail into some PJ pants and tugged on a shirt that was a little too short to cover the chub around his navel down to how low his bottoms were secured to his hips. Seen drowsily stumbled over to the door and opened it up.

A slender, curvy bull around the same height as Seen stood there, a cardboard box under one arm. He was clearly wearing a courier uniform for some service that the otter had never heard of. The shorts on the outfit were scandalously short, and the tight top left his midriff exposed. It reminded him of the kind of thing a stripper would wear for an act.

"Package for you." The bull spoke. He held out a clipboard he held in the hand opposite the arm the box was tucked under.

Seen tore his eyes away from the bovine's package, well outlined in the tight shorts, to his face, blushing. The otter looked down at the nametag. 'Clover.' Even sounded like a stripper pseudonym... He took the clipboard, blinking away his sleep. At the bottom there was a line to sign, and he wiggled the pen nib back and forth in a way approximating his legal name.

Clover took the clipboard back and looked down at the signature. "Huh, address must have typo'd on your name." He handed over the package. "Have a nice day, Shaun."

Seen winced involuntarily and nodded, taking the package. "Thank you." He stepped back and closed the door, left alone in his apartment with a box and some confused feelings. For one thing, he couldn't remember the last time he had ordered anything. A glance at the printout on the sheet and it spelled his name his preferred way. Bit dumb, punning off 'Sean' with a quasi-homograph... but he never felt right when people used his given name correctly.

He wondered if getting called "Seen" by people unable to comprehend gaelic spellings had given him something akin to Stockholm Syndrome.

Which was fake.

Before his mind raced off into the psudeoscience of criminal law he reigned things in. The box.

He turned the box in his hands and found a tab at one end of the tape sealing the flaps on top. It was a different color from the rest of the band, and said 'pull up and back' on it in clear letters.

Seen grasped the tab between his fingers and pulled. The tape peeled from the cardboard easily, freeing the flaps in one smooth motion across to-

The moment that the box had no impediment to being opened left at all, it practically exploded.

The otter was flung back onto something warm and soft, grunting in confusion. He opened his eyes again.

There was a fox. Taller than him. Purple hair in a cozy drape down the back of their head and messy on the sides to frame their face. Unlike many there was a black pattern amongst the 'mask' of the vulpine's face different from both red and cross foxes.

The newcomer's chest was covered in white ventral fluff, no bust to be counted. Their slender upper body rolled down to a narrowest point at the waist, before blossoming out into ample, wide hips. Flowing from behind these was a big, fluffy and soft tail. Sean realized that that was what he was slumped against, supporting him from behind.

The fox simply flexed the powerful limb, setting the otter onto his feet. "Sorry about that. I keep telling them to add 'stand back' to the instructions." They gestured down to their own foot paws. One was still inside the very same cardboard box, tape peeled back as it had been when Sean was forced to let go of it. "I'm Wes from Your Perfect Pred. Any pronouns are okay. I adapt to my clients."

Seen had gotten distracted by the very ample sheath and sac on full display from the naked fox. So much he could only think of the fox as a him for the moment. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on but only a few vowel sounds came out. He realized his cheeks were brightly flushed.

Wes pinched his toes together and lifted the invoice out of the box with his foot. He passed it to one hand, looking it over. "You are 'Seen For Who I Am, Understood and Beloved' are you not? You are the good girl who ordered me, right?"

Seen's eyes widened as the night before came rushing back. "T-That... That was real?" The squeak in the otter's voice bordered on mid-puberty.

The fox turned over the paper. "Oh wow. 4:28 AM local submission time." Wes lowered the paper with a giggle. "No wonder you forgot. No pred around to enforce your bedtime." He licked his lip with an audible stomach growl.

The otter's mind was racing, hearing the blood rushing through the blush plastered across those caramel cheeks into the ears above the chocolate-colored mop of hair.

Wes pointed at Seen's pelvis. "Do you need help with that?"

A glance down told the flustered critter that there was an embarrassingly noticeable tent in the hastily put-on pj pants. "I... I'm sorry." The otter squeakily murmured and tried to cover the obvious arousal with a hand.

The fox's tail pulled Seen closer to him. "I mean that in more than one way, sweetie. I came here to take care of a good otter girl." Wes' voice was smooth but caring. Gentle but firm. "Are you my good girl, Seen?"

Something popped into place in the otter's mind. She whimpered and nodded. She'd only ever felt this pressed into subspace before in long-running RPs with close friends online, those she trusted... Her shaft throbbed in her pj pants, straining against the fabric, and she hadn't even touched it.

"May I take care of you?" Wes asked, smiling warmly. His tail seemed to be enfolding the otter, surrounding her in silken warmth.

Seen trembled. She'd never even thought of doing this in real life... not with someone she just met, anyway. She turned her eyes up to meet Wes' own, panting a bit. "Please. Take care of me."

The fox gave Seen a gentle kiss on the forehead as he turned with her. A few gentle grasps and presses with hands and tail saw the otter laid out on the couch.

She trembled, feeling a bit cold as the tail slipped away in favor of the pleather that had sat untouched since the night prior.

He slowly placed a hand on the otter's paunchy stomach, the fox's fingers giving a light rub along the ridge of her navel.

Seen tensed at the initial contact, then took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Wes stayed still as she tensed. "If anything is wrong, I'll stop immediately. I'm here to take care of you."

She nodded, blushing softly. "Thank you... Uh... May-" She fidgeted in place, fingers curling anxiously. "May I hug your tail while you... uh... do?"

Smiling warmly, the fox brough the length of his broom back to the lying otter's chest, stroking along.

Seen wrapped her arms around the fluffy mass like it was a body pillow, fidgeting in place.

Wes crooned. "Good girl." His paw ventured south. "Speak up the moment you want me to stop." Gently, his fingers slipped under the waistband where the otter's tent had tugged the elastic away from her fur. The fox curled his digits around the needy spire, velveteen pads pressing and stroking.

She gasped and pressed into the touch, hips lifting off the couch. Her tail pressed down into the cushions as her webbed toes curled. Seen bit her lip and let out a soft whine of need as her arms compressed down tighter on the fluffy tail in her grasp.

He nuzzled against her cheek softly. "Would you like to try something new before bedtime...?" Wes crooned, the angle of his strokes changing so that the heel of his palm was grinding along the ridge that stored the otter's channel in her shaft. Fingers extended down, pressed together to start to tease at her sheath with each stroke back down south.

Seen let her hips slump back to the cushions, leaking a bit of pre onto the fox's palm. "It... It's all new..."

"Of course, being a good girl with a needy cock is valid," The fox elucidated his plan a bit further, "But I have a feeling you've wanted to try things the other way..."

A squeak escaped her throat. Seen blushed deeply, her shaft getting that much leakier as her arousal soared. "I... I may have..."

Wes gave Seen a soft kiss on the cheek. "Just let me take care of you..." As he spoke, a warm, intense sensation mounted up on top of the feeling of having her shaft and sheath toyed with. It felt to the otter as if that paw was getting bigger, encompassing more of her erection with each downward stroke.

At the same time, the fox's fingers were pushing at the sheath a bit more with each repetition, stretching it towards Seen's sac and the balls within.

Curious as to the feeling, she peeked over her arms and his tail, across the curve of her own midsection, to the view into her PJs granted by the stroking arm holding the waistband up and away.

As Wes' hand ground downward, her shaft visibly shrank.

Seen squeaked and let her head flop back, blushing still.

At the same time, the stretching motions to the sheath had pressed far enough that it was starting to press against the still ample sac below. Wes' motions seamlessly added a curl to his fingers, pressing on the soft testes, towards the spot between her legs. The fox pressed tenderly into a kiss, lip to lip as his arm continued to work.

The sudden lip-lock distracted her from overanalyzing what she was feeling. It was an odd sensation to be sure, the otter thought, but it never reached anything close to discomfort. Her hips started to roll and press into the repeated strokes and finger curls, feeling the rub to her shaft growing less and the pressure into her sheath and up against her pelvis more with each pass. A moan escaped her nostrils as she needily deepened the kiss.

Then, a tipping point came. Wes' fingers pushed in.

Seen trembled and brought her thighs together automatically. The expected sensation of her thick legs smushing her poor defenseless sac or displacing it to the front or back didn't come, just driving the delving fingers a bit deeper. And then she felt what she'd thought of as her sheath ripple. Clench.

The fox gently parted the kiss, smiling. "How does having a vulva feel?" His palm-heel stayed planted on the otter's clit, grinding there with each repeated delve of his fingers. Below, there was a fully formed set of feminine folds, no sign of the previous set of genitals to be found.

The otter could feel the sensation of change continuing on, rising up through her lower belly. A simple two plus two equaled... a womb. She bit her lip. "F-fully functional?"

"Yes, my sweet." Wes gave her another soft kiss, stroking and delving continuously. "You didn't answer my question."

"It... It feels wonderful..." Seen's next moan came out at a higher register than the last, her voice taking on more traditionally feminine tones with every moment. "H-how did..." She blushed deeply as her speaking voice made the same change. "How did you know... mnnnhhghhh.... That I'd like this?"

The fox nuzzled softly. "Oh, in the questionnaire, you clicked the bubbles for 'receiving' on 'vaginal fingering' and 'vaginal knotting'." Wes crooned as he explained. "Figured you'd need one to partake~"

Seen quivered. "Oh..." She fidgeted in place, her folds clenching a bit around his fingers. The otter swallowed bashfully and looked up into Wes' eyes. "D-do you... uh..."

"Have a knot?" He purred with a smile. "For my good girl, I have everything I need." Wes gently extracted his fingers from the otter's folds and started to tug her pj pants off her hips. "Would you like a good stretch and fill before bedtime?"

Before the fox had finished asking, she was nodding eagerly. She already felt empty between her thighs from the probing fingers retreating.

Wes stood upright, revealing his throbbing red erection. It was canid in shape as he had implied, and there was the starting of a swelling knot at the base, pulsing. His fluffy tail carefully manipulated the otter, coaxing her into a more comfortable position on the couch, before he pressed his knee against the rear cushion and leaned down over her.

Seen kept holding onto that broom like it was a security blanket, curling her toes and twisting her rudder around on the upholstery. She kept glancing between Wes' caring face and his nigh angrily pulsing arousal, achingly aware that she was now being straddled.

The fox braced one hand onto the top of the couch as the other carefully pressed down atop his erection, angling it towards her plumpened netherlips. Sliding his knee down the sofa carefully, he lowered his hips until he made contact. Gently he rubbed along, going no deeper than his fingers had for the first few moments.

The otter, meanwhile, trembled and resisted the urge to reach past his tail and try to tug him down onto her. She knew that it was probably for the best that he took it slow. She hadn't even had sex when she was a boy, and this anatomy was entirely new to her. Her folds did compulsively flex and squeeze at the pointed tip, however, far more than they did around his fingers.

Then he started to let gravity drive him inward. His tapered shaft stretched out her passage deeper and wider than just his fingers could manage. Wes continued to purr tenderly, eyes locked with Seen's own.

She gasped as he dove deeper, the pleasantly warm strain of being stretched for the first time driving up into her lower abdomen, deeper than she'd ever felt anything intrude in her body. Seen trembled, unable to hold back from flexing her glutes and driving her hips up into his smooth, gentle inward motion.

Wes playfully drew his hips back in unison, eliciting a whine from the otter. "I guess I better get to it, if my girl is so needy..." He continued to draw back a few inches, before he dropped his weight down a bit harder, sinking over an inch further than he had gotten so far.

Seen immediately moaned, her voice having lost all its baritones completely by now. Momentarily the otter wondered if she'd have to learn to sing alto, before the return piston made her passage nearly ache with the emptiness. Her netherlips pursed needily around the retreating shaft, only to loosen with eager bliss as he drove inward again.

The fox kept this up, his motions smooth, practiced, caring. Each thrust went a bit deeper and each return left more of him inside her. The gap between their bodies dwindled rapidly as he worked, shifting the angle of his hips with a casual flex of his foot braced on the floor in front of the couch.

She gasped. The angle of attack changed just enough for the top of his rod to be grinding along her clit on the downstroke, while the tapered tip struck a sensitive spot somewhere in her passage. She squeezed his tail tightly in her arms, toes flexing and curling against a throw pillow at the other end of the sofa.

It was at this point that the swell of his knot started to press to her folds with each repeat. It teasingly nestled into her labia, then retreated with his hips. Wes crooned tenderly. "If I tie you, I'm not going to stop until you're good and full." He informed as much as warned her of what was to come.

Seen panted heavily, pushing her hips up, trying to work more of his knot in. Her rudder pushed into the cushion beneath her to give her more leverage. Breathlessly, she panted. "Good."

Wes leaned down, adjusting his hand-hold to the couch's arm above her head as he kissed on her brow. "Good girl." He drew his hips back one more time, before bringing them down in a powerful slap, driving the otter's hips back to the cushion and down into the box-spring beneath before the bulb of flesh lurched through into place.

She squeaked aloud at the sudden surge deeper. She felt his tip lodge into something deep in her abdomen, not sure how to map it to what she knew of her anatomy. At the same time, the knot rapidly swelled, straining her passage just within her folds and practically forming a watertight seal. Her netherlips trembled around the relatively narrow root of his member where it came out of his sheath, feeling his heavy orbs pressed against the space between her thighs, contracting and tugging towards his pelvis...

Then the flood came. Or rather, the fox came.

Both were accurate.

Seen trembled as she felt warmth blossom in her midsection after a rolling swell of that shaft from the planted knot straight to the tip. There was a pressure near her diaphragm and turbulent motion. She soon realized it was his seed, a heavy, contiguous pump that was rapidly filling her. Directly into her womb. When her mind understood his tip had lodged into her cervix, she let out a soft whine, shifting her thighs on the couch.

Slowly, the heavy flow tapered to a stop, only the sound of the fox's purring in the room

The otter panted softly... was that really it? He said he wouldn't stop until-

Wes' cock jolted again, that same high pressure feeling returning to the inside of her uterus. This time, her stomach started to swell with the same heated sensation that stretching around his shaft had brought.

That had just been the first shot of his climax...

A surge of warmth rushed through Seen's body as her netherlips squeezed tight around the base of the knot, her mouth hanging open as wanton, trembling grunts escaped her throat.

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Purring, Wes held Seen in his lap. The fox had long since stopped cumming and readjusted her to be seated sideways in his lap. One of his hands was tenderly stroking over the taut dome of her stomach, while the other supported her lower back.

Seen panted, a blush still on her cheeks. Every touch to her strained belly was heavenly. The knowledge that that strain was the gallons of fox cream he'd bloated out her womb with just added to every sensation.

The fox nuzzled tenderly along the otter's cheek, mussing up her chocolate-brown hair in the process. "Are you ready for bed...?"

She pondered. It was hardly teatime, but the vulpine kept bringing up bed and bedtime. Then it hit her. Wes was her predator. Of course, 'bed' meant being devoured... Seen blushed deeply, but nodded. "I think so."

"Where in me would you like to sleep?" Wes crooned and kissed under one of the otter's ears.

Seen thought back to what all was available. The questionnaire she'd filled out a mere eight hours ago, if that. It seemed like a lifetime ago after all that had happened to her since she woke up. But then she remembered, a coy smile crossing her cheeks. "I'd like to go to my womb~"

Giggling, the fox squeezed around her chest affectionately. "You're an awfully good girl to be sent to her womb, but I think I can roll with that."

The otter squeaked softly at the squeeze and nuzzled at the fox in return, burying her face in the white fur on his throat.

Scooping under Seen's hips, he gently lifted, tugging. He did so slowly, until his knot abruptly popped free of her folds with a wet sound.

She gasped, clenching down automatically.

Wes smiled. "Would you like a plug so you stay full in bed?"

The otter blinked, then nodded as she parsed what he meant.

The fox delved his fingers into the fluff of his own tail where she held it to her chest. The hand retreated grasping a round, broad base of a toy. The vague shape was of a knotted shaft, with the connection to the base narrow and oblong. And most notably, it was longer than the girth of the fluff should have allowed to store unnoticed.

Seen watched in awe. Every little thing the fox did seemed more magical than the last. She hardly noticed that her PJ pants had slid all the way down to her ankles at some point. They were bunched up over her feet, allowing plenty of space for her thighs to spread for the toy to get lined up.

As Wes brought it towards the otter's plump, aroused mound, the surface of the rubber turned from a matte finish to high gloss, a bit of slick dripping off the tip. It was suddenly and perfectly lubricated. And just as effortlessly, the fox pressed it in. It smoothly pressed into Seen's folds, spreading them out and filling just the same as his cock had.

She had thought that it would have to wait for the fox to pull out, but Seen found that she readily stretched to take the silicone tip at the same time that Wes was withdrawing. The stretching sensation was intense, but no pain or discomfort came. In fact, when the knot of the toy started to press at her lower lips, she was ready to let the last of his vulpine arousal slip free.

Pop.

The toy surged in past the knot until the base perfectly nestled over her mound, hiding her folds entirely behind a rubber oval. She felt the tip nestle into her cervix the same way his shaft had, then realized that it was a perfect replica of the member he'd just bred her with.

"There we go..." Wes crooned tenderly.

Seen trembled in place, her thighs folding around the disk of the base in a surprisingly comfortable manner, just adding to how well stuck in place the toy was. Her inner passage rippled around its girth, as if trying to milk the solid sculpted silicone.

The fox kissed her neck softly, before standing up from under her. His tail guided Seen to one side, to sit on the couch. A good deal of its fluff loosely coiled around the otter while the tip remained cuddled up between her arms.

The otter let out a soft chirp as the velvety fluff enveloped. Its position practically guided her gaze up to the fox's rump where he stood above her.

Wes parted his cheeks with his hands, revealing his own mound to the otter. It was situated behind the ample sac that the fox was sporting, folds engorged already. They were well slickened with arousal, the lips winking and opening with need.

Seen trembled... need for her. "Bedtime..." She muttered with a quaver.

The fox sat right onto the otter's upturned face. A purr rolled up Wes' throat as his netherlips parted to accept his prey's whole head in one wet slorp.

She panted a bit as her whole world was reduced to the fleshy passage deeper into the soft, tender predator. Distantly she still felt her hips on the couch, along with her rudder draped to one side. But all that mattered was that the labia nestled against her throat like a collar and the rippling walls of the vagina massaging over her whole head. It took her quite a while to notice that the netherlips had stopped squeezing and begun spreading to encompass her shoulders.

Wes rocked his hips, eyes closed, and then pursed his lips. A low, lustful croon rolled out of his chest as he suddenly sank down again. Shoulders conquered. The last obstacle to having his good girl fully tucked into 'bed' was the otter's tummy. He drew his tail out from Seen's grasp, catching her arms in the process with his hungry sex, and clenched to help gravity pull himself down faster.

Seen found her arms crossed on her chest in the rippling passage, all the way engulfed in eager flesh. She could feel the tail continuing to unravel from her body, even as the netherlips reached the top of her tummy.

The fox moaned as the stretch increased as the otter's girth did. The bulge of the otter's muzzle was clear just beneath his navel, as his own knotted shaft pulsed at nearly a perpendicular to her route of entrance. Wes rolled his hips, working himself to stretch over the dome of Seen's cumfilled belly.

She closed her thighs around the toy's base again as she felt the advancing folds adding pressure to her womb. She feared that too much pressure would force it free of her and let all of that precious cream gush out of her like a tube of toothpaste being wringed out.

Panting, Wes smiled as he realized what she was doing. "Ohhh... Good, good girl..." He rocked and bounced his hips all the way down to the apex of Seen's stomach. Then, when her navel sank past, he surged down the rest of the way to rest atop her, thighs framing her own on the couch.

At the same moment, the otter felt her head press through something snug and tight. A second collar for her before bedtime, she bashfully thought. The cervix held her there snugly as the walls of the womb beyond compressed and greeted Seen's features, conforming and caressing with their pillowy softness. And shortly, the shift from squeezing to spreading around her shoulders repeated itself with this new barrier.

Wes spread his thighs out wide and flexed his glutes, trying to drive his weight down further. "You know, there's something about that enchanted plug I very much enjoy... It doesn't just lube itself. It allows me to do this." He reached down between his legs, under his own scrotum, to the disk of rubber that was the toy's base.

Seen murmured dreamily. The words reached her but she wasn't sure what relevance they had. And then she felt it. Somehow, his fingers delved into her folds even though that broad base should have prevented any access to her mound. The otter moaned, trembling as she felt the confusing superposition of the toy keeping her full and stretched and his delving pawpads caressing and toying with her netherlips, palm-heel once again grinding along her clit.

The fox kept it up, the lustful wriggles helping work the otter's shoulders through his cervix and her not insubstantial hips and tail-base through his hungering folds. Seen's rudder was forced to nestle into the cleft of her plump rear by the advancing entrance, slipping down from its place on the couch to dangle between her knees as they too were forced together. Wes licked his lips and lined things up carefully... there.

She let out a gasp deep inside the womb as she felt it. Her clit was grinding directly against his. The fox's fingering guided the two together, driving her towards what she was now realizing was the quite different sensation of a vaginal orgasm. She clamped down tight on the invading digits and the superimposed plug, squealing muffledly with bliss as she crested.

At the same time, Wes clenched down greedily, leaning back onto the couch. His tail twisted and pressed its fluffy end against the trembling girl's feet. With practiced unison, the fox sucked the otter inward while pushing her legs deeper with the caudal appendage. This surge of consumption brought her knees right past the netherlips hidden under the vulpine's heavy sac.

Seen's upper torso slipped right through the cervix, bringing her arms with. She was still riding her climax, unable to really think about the logistics of how she was fitting...

The fox scooted forward, getting his hips off the edge of the sofa as the bulge of Seen's face pressed right up to the top of his normally trim stomach. It pressed out in front of his chest as well, as if travelling to the front of the vulpine's ribs, but not behind his pectorals. He ran a hand along the fold-over between his chest and the form of her head increasingly distending his midsection.

Down below, the advancing folds guided the otter to press the soles of her feet against the ample girth of her rudder, another plump foot or so extending past her toes. Seen writhed, grinding her hips into the inner passage. The ridges of flesh within caught on the plug's base, sending a tremble through the toy that kept her going, riding out her high.

Wes shoved his hips up into the air. One hand draped across where the otter's chest lay within his body, while the other reached down. Past the lump in his lower pelvis that must have been Seen's knees, past his throbbing erection, down to the very tip of her tail. The fox grasped on, and greedily shoved, clenching eagerly at the same time.

Seen could feel the snug ring of flesh that separated the fox's tunnel from his womb compressing down around her midsection, threatening once again to force the toy free. Thankfully her hips were just as compressed by the milking contractions of Wes' folds, forcing her thighs together, then her knees together...

Like a chain reaction, getting the crest of the otter's full belly past his cervix rocketed the rest of her body right through the cervix, tucking Seen's knees up on either side of her chest, thighs smushing to the sides of her taut tummy and leaving her plugged entrance pressed forward into the squidge of her own rudder where it was being pushed up and in. She kept grinding, chasing her climax' continued resonance as she was compressed by the plush walls around her.

The fox clamped his own thighs together tightly, both arms now hugging the bulge of the otter in his midsection. His legs gave out, sending him slumping down to the floor in front of the couch. Wes panted, then spread his thighs to bend his knees. He immediately clamped them around the lower half of Seen's bulge, holding onto her with four out of five limbs and his entire uterus' lining.

A deep purr resonated out of Wes as he began to rock forward and back, arms grasping and knees squeezing, the inner flesh of his womb clenching down possessively. "Mine..." He cooed. "Mine mine mine mine mine..."

Seen had lost grip on her climax the moment the walls became too tight for her to move on her own. But the greedy grasping, clenching, rocking... it was another mounting sensation. The otter couldn't even form words as it sank in.... No way to argue the point, even if she wanted to. She couldn't even disagree. A peaceful smile spread across her muzzle, her muscles relaxing and letting her predator do as he wished. And every repeated claim made her heart flutter wonderfully.

She finally managed to utter a word. "Yours..."

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Wes contentedly carried Seen well after she fell asleep, their predatory high faded to a blissful contentment thereafter. They went around their good girl's apartment, tidying up, making sure things were put away and in order.

The fox dreamily sprawled out on the otter's bed, before curling back up around her bulge, crooning sweet little claims to the sleeping form inside them. They slept like this, tail occasionally swaying and sliding along the bedding.

In the morning, Wes felt a stirring motion inside their womb. The vulpine kissed the bulge of the otter's head softly. "Good morning. Did my good girl sleep well?"

Seen fidgeted a bit more intensely for a moment, a muffled whine of beflusterment escaping the person-sized lump under their fur. After a long moment calming down, she answered. "Y-yeah... even though it's kinda cramped in here? It's still comfy..."

"Good." Wes purred, wrapping their arms more snugly across where they felt the otter's chest to be inside them. "Now, I could let you out now or whenever you want, or..." They trailed off, biting their lip a bit.

After a long pause, she repeated. "Or...?" Wes could feel Seen's cheeks heated up much in the same way they had when she first realized where she had slept.

Licking their lips, Wes let out a bit of a lustful growl. "The questionnaire you filled said you'd like to add to my hips, too."

Seen moaned lustfully, writhing in place. She rolled her hips, the bulge of her tail shifting about between her thighs where her swollen middle pushed it forward. "P-please!"

Wes rumbled and groped along the back of one of the otter's thighs with one hand, teasingly close to where the rear appendage blocked the location of the plug in their good girl's folds. "Please what, Seen?"

"Please melt me into femcum and soak me up." The otter's voice dripped with need. "I want to add to your hips and ass and thighs..."

The fox purred and bit their lip with an indulgent moan through their nostrils. They clenched down with their pillowy uterine walls on the otter inside, making things tighter and hotter. "Good girl~" They felt the otter writhe and squirm, but her freedom of movement was being restricted more every moment.

Seen was already losing the sturdiness of her frame. Her body was yielding under the greedy walls and possessive clenches more with every moment.

Wes rolled to the edge of the bed, bringing their thighs up around the mass of melting otter in their womb and grunted. Their erection was probing against the softening heft, twitching with arousal from the wonderful, indulgent sensation of claiming such a good girl.

The moans and whines of the otter within gave way entirely to gurgles and churns as the last defining shapes of there being a person underneath the fox's fur smoothed away.

Scooping under their white belly, the vulpine groaned indulgently and felt the contents of their womb slosh and squelch as it was toyed with from without. They could feel the rubber toy getting bumped around the pool of former otter, that detail just adding to the feeling of hedonistic bliss.

Purring deeply, Wes kissed the top of their sloshy belly, pressing up onto their feet beside the bed. "Alright, Seen. It's time for a good girl like you to be put where you belong~" As they spoke, their belly began to contract, the squishy surface first growing taut like a pregnancy, then starting to shrink all-together.

At the same time, the fox's rump swelled like proofing dough, the burgeoning heft spreading to broaden their hips and plumpen up their thighs. If Wes had arrived in any clothes, they most certainly would not be able to fit into any of the bottoms now.

Soon, their waist was back to its slender self, as if they had never had the fur there stretched with an entire person. Taut and soft, narrow and feminine... Well contrasting the absolute girth that the otter had provided from the pelvis down. Their cock bobbed merrily, jutted up from their ample scrotum being forced so far forward by meaty thighs.

Wes reached down, pressing just under their navel... The toy had gone as well, returned to where they stored it normally. No sign of any Seen left there.

Then they trailed their hands to their hips, and down to grope over the new heft, tuck their fingers under their bubble cheeks... lift and feel the weight.

A warmth suffused through the new padding. It felt just like the otter's blush from within their womb. But it was far more direct, like it was coming from within the flesh itself.

Wes smiled warmly, giving both cheeks a good grope. "That's a good girl. All settled in under my tail for the long haul~" They teased tenderly, before starting to walk.

Seen was unable to form words, but her emotions were clear as day to the fox, feeling sympathetic rushes of euphoria with every bouncing step, the jiggles of impact wracking the former otter's trapped mind with pleasure.

They stopped to bend over, jutting their rear out wantonly to no one in particular, to pick up the box they came in. Wes chucked. "Not fitting back into my box with all that girth you've given me, Seen."

A flustered surge rolled through the fox's rear, the cheeks bouncing without any sign of external impact.

Wes smirked. "You can't expect me to just hang around your apartment while you're back there, I have other clients to take care of~" The fox stroked over their left cheek while their right hand held onto the cardboard. "If you ever want out, just ask and I'll do it."

Seen managed to form words for the first time since her relocation to the predator's hips. "IF???" The adipose bounced, her mind racing, flustered thoughts blocking any higher functions as she fixated on that teasing phrasing. The possibility of never leaving...

The fox giggled affectionately, swaying their hips as they walked to the apartment's front door. "Oh, you're so very mine, Seen..." Wes grasped the doorknob and opened. Rather than onto the front step where Seen had interacted with the delivery driver less than twenty four hours prior, the door opened to reveal a verdant field of grass under a violet sky. A sapphire waterfall leading into a lake was in front of them, coming off the side of a cliff ahead.

Wes strutted naked and erect through the door and into the grass, purring. "Mine mine mine mine..." They teasingly crooned with every step, feeling how worked up it was making their good girl.

The door swung shut on its own, before locking.