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Aaron woke up not knowing where he was at first. He was in a strange bed, facing a wall, feeling like an anvil. A deep yawn scrunched his eyes and split his maw. He squirmed his shoulders, realizing that there was an arm wrapped over him and something inside his stomach that kept it fat and extended. More intense than all of that was the sharp sting that stabbed through his backside, making him hiss.

Then he remembered last night.

Snoozing behind him was Jamie, his latest friend and sex partner. His butt was backed into her crotch where he could feel the heat of her phallus pressed against him. It sat between the back of his thighs like a bolster pillow, coming down to the backside of his knees. The aftermath of his interaction with it rang in his butt and sloshed within his tummy. In his own comparatively modest penis he could feel the ache of a night well spent.

Now he drifted in the hangover, backdoor aching, stomach churning. A groan rumbled out of him. Getting out of bed was not going to be fun. He figured Jamie would kick him out as soon as she woke up, as was customary for a date night that ended in sex. With how spontaneous things had sparked last night, it felt no more sanctified than a one-night stand.

He peered down and saw her paw laid atop his cum gut. OK. Go slowly. He plucked her wrist with just his thumb and index finger then pulled it off him, leaving him room to squirm away slowly. Once he was clear he let her arm back down and sat on the edge of the bed. Nagging him was the buttplug still jammed up his butt, holding a flood of cum from blowing out. He hunched over and rubbed his eyes. I don't know if I can survive another night with her.

The bedsprings shifted behind him. Following it was a soft yawn. "Good morning," said Jamie, stretching her arms over her head and groaning. Aaron looked over his shoulder at her. Orange, striped hair was an absolute mess around her head. She smiled at him. "Sleep good?"

"Yeah, thanks." His paw swiped down his face, peeling his bottom lip down and letting it flip back up. "You?"

She made a soft groan and rolled back onto her side, facing him. "Too good. I don't wanna get outta bed."

"Yeah, me neither. Suppose I have to."

"You got work?"

"Not today, thankfully."

"Then what do you have to go for?"

"Oh, well... I don't know. I was just gonna get out of your hair."

She smiled and patted the empty space next to her. "Come on. Lay down and get comfy with me."

"Oh, OK." A pleasant surprise. He kicked his legs back up onto the bed and pulled the cover over his belly. The nut sloshed audibly in his belly, feeling like it would rip through his gut if he moved too fast. He folded his paws beneath his head and sighed. "Last night was fun."

Jamie's paw slithered underneath the cover, over his belly. Rubbing it around she cooed, "Mmm, it was. I think I'd like to do it again some time~" She scooted up to him, bearing her turgid flesh pole back against his leg.

He chuckled nervously. "So would I, maybe in the future. Right now I feel like I'm about to pop as it is."

Her disappointment was obvious. "OK. Well, if you're ever in the mood, you have my number." She patted his gut. "And I have yours."

"You do. When might I get a text from you?"

She shrugged. "Who knows. Whenever something's happening or I'm down to fuck. Think you can keep up with that?"

His ass still rang with the throb of his heart. "Might take some adjusting," he admitted wryly.

"Oh, I'll adjust you, alright. Don't you worry." She squirmed her face forward and smooched him on the cheek.

A light blush colored his face. "Look forward to it."

Some more pillow talk banter was shared between them before Jamie felt the pangs of hunger tugging at her belly. "I'm hungry. You want breakfast?"

"Uh, yeah, but..." He laid his paw on his gut and jiggled it. "I'm kinda stuffed as it is."

Jamie laughed out loud. "Oh shit, sorry about that." She poked his belly with a goofy grin on her face. "You can go let that out. I'll cook us breakfast."

Jamie was chuckling too. He batted her paw away. Breakfast too? Isn't that a little much? Hell, I'm not complaining. "Yeah, I'll do that."

The two of them slid out of bed, Jamie for her dresser, Aaron for the bathroom. While he performed his rather grisly business Jamie was clicking the stove on and preparing some bacon. Aaron appeared a few minutes later in his clothes looking much slimmer and feeling much, much lighter. Jamie was in a plain white tank top and some baggy sweatpants. The bacon was starting to sizzle on its cast iron skillet, rumbling Aaron's stomach as he sat down at the table.

Jamie flipped some strips and looked over her shoulder at him. "Feeling better?" she asked cheekily.

"Oh yeah." His belly was lighter, but the pain in his bottom persisted. "Don't think I'll be walking right anytime soon, though."

Jamie snickered. "Sorrrrryyyyyyy."

"Oh, don't be. It was worth it." Though I'm not sure how many more of those I can take.

"Good, 'cause I'm not."

Aaron could only scoff. "Nah, I didn't think you were."

Some eggs were cracked and scrambled. Jamie loaded hers with a liberal amount of black pepper before bringing both plates to the table. Aaron couldn't help but notice the swing of her cock into the leg of her sweatpants as she came over. She sat across from him and took a bite of egg. "So," she said through a full mouth. "What you got planned for today?"

He chewed while thinking for a moment. "Nothing that I can think of, at least not yet. Was just gonna hang out at my place. Why, what's up?"

"I dunno. Thought maybe you would wanna hang out again." It came supremely casually. Sitting across from her, munching on some bacon, it felt like a conversation with a roommate or, dare he say it, a girlfriend.

Do I? He wasn't supposed to stay the night, or at least he hadn't planned to. Hanging out again the day after seemed awfully fast. "Well, I think I should go home first and change and shower. Didn't think I was gonna spend the night here."

"Oh, yeah that's fine. You do that." Her fork stabbed another clod of egg. "I just thought we'd have lunch at the shopping center or some place. Up to you," she said before sliding the fork into her mouth and giving him an expectant look.

Well damn. If that doesn't put me on the spot... He combed his mind for a reason or an excuse. He didn't have to work, and there wasn't really anything going on for him that day. His only reason for not going was that he thought they were moving too fast, but Lord knew he wasn't brave enough to say that.

"Yeah... Yeah that sounds good."

She smirked. "Awesome. I'll see you later, then. Meet at Downey's around 12?"

He looked at her oven for the time and saw that it was 9:38. There was plenty of time. "Yeah, that'll work."

"Cool! It's a date, then."

He chuckled, not without a hint of reluctance.

* * *

Once done with his breakfast Aaron drove back to his house in the suburbs. It was a two story flat set among a row of identically fashioned houses, one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city. Two of his roommates were off at work while the third, Zeke, was in the living room playing video games on his Switch. Aaron came through the front door, finding him in just a white tank top and some boxers. He was a skunk, built like a tank with massive arms and paws that nearly swallowed the Gamecube controller he fidgeted with. The shoulder straps of his tank top swooped over a gargantuan set of shoulders while the front hugged his pecs and belly. He looked at Aaron through a thin curtain of shaggy, white bangs.

"There he is!" Zeke boomed. "We missed you last night."

"Yeah, I know." Aaron stepped into the living room, the top of his ears almost scraping the ceiling. "I stayed the night last night."

"Yeah, I figured. I'm assuming that meant the date went well."

Aaron chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, you could say that."

Zeke paused his game. A conniving grin split his face. "Oh yeah? You get some?"

"Oh yeah, I got some alright." Although it might be more appropriate to say she got some, he thought while another nick of pain arced through his tailhole.

Zeke cackled. "Awesome. I'm jealous."

You shouldn't be. "Yeah, I got another date with her today at lunch."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah."

Zeke scoffed. "Damn. Dick so good she can't keep away, is it?"

Aaron forced a laugh. "Yeah, let's go with that."

He went upstairs and took a shower, ridding most of the sweat and stench that had plagued him since the night before. His tailhole still ached. Hope I didn't walk too funny coming in here. The hours leading up to noon were painfully slow. They were spent either on his phone, in front of his computer, or back downstairs watching Zeke play his game. Floating through his mind were more excuses not to leave. With his phone in his paw he would stare at the message app, listening to the logical side (at least he hoped it was his logical side) screaming at him to tell Jamie that maybe today was no good. Something came up, I forgot I had something, I think we're doing this too fast, etc. Instead he watched the time creep towards 11:45, when he told himself he would leave. That time flicked onto his screen, and Aaron found himself standing up from the couch and heading for his car keys.

"Have fun," Zeke told him with another grin.

"Yeah," sighed Aaron. "I will."

He made it to the shopping center a few minutes shy of noon. He sent a text to Jamie telling her that he was there to which she almost immediately responded:

Jamie: By the cheesecake factory.

Sure enough, as he wandered the cobbled streets of the shopping center among a throng of folk gawking at his height, he saw Jamie in front of the Cheesecake Factory, earning her own collection of awed onlookers. She ignored them and waved once she saw him. She was wearing a flowy blue dress, belying the colossal pecker that sat bundled in her underwear beneath it. God, I'll never be able to look past that, will I?

He waved back and came up to greet her with one paw in his jeans pocket. "Hey! Fancy seeing you here."

"I know! Isn't it?" She had resumed her cheery, public persona, the same he'd seen in Red Lobster. "I was thinking Cheesecake Factory. I always come here when I want to treat myself. How does that sound?"

A little pricey for lunch. "Yeah! That sounds great."

"Cool! Let's go." She spun around, flailing the bell of her dress around her and floating her tail behind her as she wandered into the building.

Aaron ducked under the doorway after her. He eyed the back of her dress where it swelled over her buttocks. He diverted his gaze quickly. Best not get horny in here. She'll smell it on me like blood in the water. The two of them stood like giants in the waiting room like they did everywhere else. Fortunately the place was not too busy and there was a table open for the two of them. A hostess brought them there, drawing everyone's gaze as they walked through the main floor like moths to a flame. They sat at a circular table, dwarfing it and the chairs they sat in.

"What do you usually get when you come here?" Jamie asked.

Aaron was holding the menu and perusing its massive selection. "Oh God. I haven't been in ages. I don't even know what's good." God, look at these prices...

"Oh it's all good. I don't think there's a single thing on this menu you can go wrong with. Of course you're gonna wanna leave room for dessert."

"For a cheesecake, I'm assuming."

She nodded. "Yer darn tootin'. I always get the chocolate mousse cake, but you do you. Like everything else, you can't go wrong with whatever you buy."

"I'll take your word for it. You come here a lot?"

"Whenever I wanna treat myself. I thought having you here with me was a nice enough occasion to come," she said with a girly smile.

He smiled back, noting how infectious her chipper attitude was. He nearly forgot this was the same girl who ambushed him in a shower and fucked his face. "I'm flattered."

Their waiter, a young blue jay, came over and introduced herself. They told her what they wanted to drink and she left. "You said you have a house, right?" Jamie asked. "With roommates?"

"Yeah, three of them. There are four of us."

"OK. Is it nice over there?"

He shrugged. "I mean, for the most part." Should I mention the gunshots? "It's kinda small for four guys, especially for someone as tall as I am.

"Maybe I can come visit and you can show me your Star Wars stuff."

"I mean, yeah. My roommates are-" He envisioned Zeke in his usual attire of boxers and an inadequately sized shirt. "They're alright. I don't know if there's much room for you and me to do anything."

"Well, it's you I'm worried about, not them. And I think we can make something work. I'm flexible. Besides, you seem pretty good at fitting big things in smaller places." A cheeky smile lifted her lips.

It succeeded in getting a light blush out of him. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Oh, I certainly can."

The waiter came back with their drinks and asked if they were ready. They were, and they gave their orders. For Jamie, some shrimp alfredo, Aaron, a burger. Some more small talk was shared between them, meandering about many small subjects before switching to the next. Inevitably it fell on the night before.

"You know, we never finished The Arrival last night." Jamie said. "I walked past the TV this morning after we woke up and saw it at the main menu."

Jamie had to fight the urge to correct her. Arrival, not The Arrival. "Oh yeah. I think we got a little distracted."

"Yeah, we sure did. Sucks too, 'cause it was really good. What was the last thing that happened?"

That entire night was such a blur. What they saw in the movie was not what his memory had prioritized, something he could be forgiven for. "I can't remember. I think Pam from the Office gets inside one of the ships and talks to Abbot and Costello."

"Yeah,we saw that. They were talking with cards from behind the glass. Somewhere else they were talking about using weapons. Did we ever figure out what that was?"

Aaron did. That's because he'd seen the movie. "I can't remember."

"Shoot. I guess we gotta sit down and rewatch it."

"I wouldn't mind that."

"Me neither."

Aaron felt something touch his knee under the table. It was a soft poke, landing under the cusp of his kneecap before migrating up his inner thigh, into his crotch where it sank into his bulge flesh. He jerked hard in his seat, bumping into the table and rattling it.

Jamie smiled coyly at him. She swirled her toe around his manhood, savoring the way it squished beneath the toe of her shoe. "'Cause then I can have you over and fuck your cute little brains out again~"

Aaron's face was in an oven. He slammed his legs shut around her ankle, accidentally holding her foot to his groin. A shimmer of arousal buzzed through his penis, stirring it in its sheath. His bugged eyes darted around the restaurant. They were in the very middle of the floor, surrounded by patrons already aware of them thanks to their Wadlowian height. There wasn't any cloth draped over the table to conceal her antics. Nobody seemed to notice, but all it would take would be one wandering set of eyes to capture her foot planted on his nuts, deliberately throwing him into the mood.

Heart pounding, he calmly reached down and cupped the underside of her calf. He pulled it off and set it back down. A stilted smile wrinkled his blushing face. "Y-yeah... I'd love that."

"I bet you would, sweet cheeks."

Never had such an innocent term punched him in the gut so hard before.

"I remember how loud you screamed last night. I can make you do it again, anytime. Just say the word."

His face had gone from an oven to a nuclear reactor, centering around the hot orbs that had become his cheeks. The very tip of his penis was free of his sheath, poking the inner fabric of his underwear. "Maybe... Ahem... Maybe in the future."

"Of course. We'll see how soon the future is, sweet cheeks."

That part of him that had demanded his canceling of their plans now begged that she not call him that. Overruling it completely was the fountain of butterflies swarming his stomach whenever she did and the hope that she would continue.

"Y-yeah..."

The food arrived and the two of them dug in with a plaintive silence hanging over them. Aaron could not hope to settle the horniness that had been so rudely lashed onto him. Yes, his burger was pretty damn good, but distracting him from its beefy goodness was the lingering threat of Jamie's toe creeping back up his leg and into his crotch. He kept his knees closed, warding off any such advances, though it didn't seem to matter. She'd already gotten him worked up and it was obvious that she knew. It was no accident that every noodle she consumed was sucked into her puckered lips in a deliberately sensual manner.

Their meals were finished and their bellies filled. The waitress returned to ask if they wanted dessert. Jamie quickly chirped that she did, asking for the chocolate mousse cake. Aaron, too full to take on much else thanks to the girth of his burger, declined.

"Aww, come on. Can't make room for a little more?" Jamie pouted.

"Not for a whole slice of cake, no."

"OK, well at least have a hunk of mine."

"Sure." He looked at the waitress. "Bring two forks please."

The waitress nodded and scurried off. Just a few moments later she came back with a fat wedge of chocolate cake built from layers of rich mousse, chocolate crust, and pillowy whipped cream. On the fancy glass plate it came on were two dessert forks.

"Oooh, that does look good," Aaron marveled as it was placed between them.

"Trust me, it is." She grabbed both forks from the plate. Aaron could only watch as she held one hostage in her paw and used the other to scoop the nose off of the cake. She held it like an airplane in front of her. "Say 'ah'."

Aaron tried laughing it off. "Seriously?"

"Deadly," she said flatly. "Open up."

He stopped laughing. A quick look around revealed nobody watching them. With a forced chuckle he lowered his maw and leaned over the table. The fork came droning towards him, sinking the cold steel into his tongue with a pronounced gentleness. He closed his mouth around it, letting the fluffy chocolate melt along his palate. A great shiver took him, fluffing out his fur and making his nipples go hard. His purple eyes were locked with Jamie's.

She slid the fork from his mouth, then without taking a wedge of cake for herself, put the fork in her mouth and slid it out from her lips, cleaning off the film of cake he had left behind. "Good boy."

Aaron's tail did not simply wag, but careened behind him and his chair in a single, giant sweep. He forced it to stop by curling it beneath his seat. Fuck. I hope nobody saw that. He sat back in his chair and swallowed the rest of the cake. Masking the succulent taste was the diamond-hard erection raging in his pants.

Jamie cut herself a forkful and put it in her mouth. She bundled her shoulders gleefully. "Mmmmm, so good. Don't you think?"

He tried to speak, but his throat allowed nothing more than a croak. "Ahhh! Yeah! Good, real good."

"You want some more?"

He had to fight another wag of the tail. He was dangerously close to saying yes ma'am. "Yeah."

She held the other fork out. "Here you go. Help yourself."

He took it, somewhat disappointed. "Thanks."

The rest of the cake was finished in short order. The check came and once again Jamie insisted on paying all of it. "I suggested we come here. I'll take it. Don't you worry."

Aaron knew better than to argue. They walked out of there together, Aaron on the downswing of a powerful stiffy still jutting out of his sheath. He mastered the gorilla hunch, easing the pressure off his pants. He guessed correctly that so long as he was around Jamie it would linger. It would be best if he went home and took care of things himself.

Jamie had other plans. "So, where else you wanna go?"

His ears flicked upright on his head. "You wanna go somewhere else?"

"Yeah. I mean, not for lunch, just to go do something. Anything. I kinda wanna go shopping for new clothes."

"Uh, I mean..." I gotta get out of here. "Yeah, you can do that."

She gave him that look seen by boyfriends across the world when there was something that had to be done. "Don't you wanna come join me? I'm terrible at figuring out what looks good on me or not. I think I'm in for a new dress."

Aaron half smiled, half cringed. "I mean... I don't know how much better I'd be than you."

"Well, you're a boy. Just tell me what looks sexy or not."

He didn't like how loudly she said the word 'sexy'. People were going in and out of the Cheesecake Factory right past them. "Well, I think all of them will on you."

"Aww, you're sweet. But some of them will look better than others. Come on. Let me put on some dresses for you. All you gotta do is look and say if you like 'em." Then came the dreaded use of puppy eyes. "Please?"

This was the same woman who had, less than five minutes ago, been feeding him cake like he was a child. He certainly felt like one. "Yeah. OK. I can do that."

A gay squeal chirped through her teeth as she bounced on her toes. "Come on! I know the perfect place. They might even have something for you too."

That didn't bode well.

* * *

Aaron was next to Jamie, following her on her journey down the many rows of dresses which she plucked from the rack one by one, putting them over herself and asking if they looked good. Often she would grab two at a time and ask which was preferred. Aaron, without an iota of experience in the realm of women's dress, would often just say "Yes" or "Yeah, that one looks good" just to make her think that he was giving an opinion. He had one for all of them, but they were unanimously good looking when the girl putting them on was as stunning as Jamie.

After a while she had accrued a small pile of dresses coming in every color. With Aaron carrying most of it, she herded him to the dressing rooms where she found a booth and curtained herself inside. Aaron was left on a bench outside, browsing away on his phone between her coming out and asking if a certain dress looked good on her. Without fail he would say 'yes', and it was the truth. She looked great in all of them, though he'd be lying if he said he knew which one he liked best out.

That was until she called his name from inside the booth. "Hey, Aaron?"

He looked up from his phone. "Yeah?"

"Sorry, can you come in here really quick?"

"Sure." He stood up and slid the phone into his pocket. Probably wants me to zip one up for her. He stepped through the curtain. Been a while since a girl-

He came to a dead stop. Jamie was in a dress, a perfectly normal one, in front of him with one paw on her hip. The dress was a snowy white color, the bell ruffled and airy. Circling her shoulders were fat sleeve puffs. It hugged her bosom nicely, contrasting with the graphite belly fur that covered her. The dress itself was perfectly fine. The issue was the pendulous crotch cannon swinging from between her legs, down to her knees.

There was that voice again, telling Aaron to turn around and get the fuck out of there. He did no such thing, instead stepping the rest of the way into the booth and making sure the curtain was closed all the way behind him. His heart hammered away in his chest. It seemed like he'd just gotten his pecker back into his sheath, and now here it was thundering back into his britches, yearning for more action. It would not be disappointed.

"Good boy," crooned Jaime. "Be honest, did you see this coming?"

Aaron took a deep breath through his nose. His head was calm, though that rapid pulse persisted. "Yeah, kind of. I didn't, you know, want to jump to conclusions or anything."

"Really? After I fucked you in the shower already?"

He meant to laugh, but could only make a choked squeak. A painful gulp cleared his throat. "Ah, yeah... I mean, I guess I didn't want to think that's all you'd do to me."

"No, it's not, but there's gonna be a whole lot of it."

A downright stupid smile crept up his blushing face. His tummy was in turmoil, somersaulting across his insides like a spastic gymnast. "Yeah... Good."

"C'mere, sweet cheeks." She cut her eyes at the carpeted floor. "Take those clothes off and help get me hard."

"Yes ma'am." He'd been wanting to say that all day. His shirt was shrugged off in short order, letting her see that lithe frame of his, now noticeably more athletic than when she first saw it; he had his time in the gym to thank for that. Once his sneakers were off he peeled out of his pants and underwear. That purple pillar of his flopped free, already full from its sheath with a jagged helix of veins creeping up his shaft. He got on his knees, sinking them into the rugged black carpet.

Jaime did nothing except watch, admiring every facet of him as it was bared and flexed. She loved having someone as tall as her to see eye-to-eye, but she much preferred looking down at him; he was much more handsome that way. He lifted the bell of her shirt like a wedding veil, laying eyes on that onyx cascade of fat girl dick. With one paw he cupped the underside of it, reacclimating himself with its barbaric immensity. Her heartbeat marched along at his fingertips, working hard to fuel her monster. It couldn't do it on its own. He was happy to help.

He hoisted it until it was parallel to the floor, straight out of her, turgid and cumbersome. With both paws he began to stroke it, leaving the front flap of her dress to lay crumpled on the top in front of her pubes. Eye contact was held firm throughout each stroke. No words were spoken, but the language of flesh was loud and clear. He could feel her stiffening in his grasp. Encouraging her was a dainty smooch on her cock slit. The taste of coppery precum swelled throughout his mouth. He lapped at it like a good doggy.

"Mmmmm, that's it," purred Jaime. "Lick it up. You got a fuck ton more waiting for you."

He came off with spit and precum blotting the tip of his snout. The smell, however minute for now, burned in his incessantly twitching nostrils. "Do you want me to make you cum down here, or are you gonna fuck me?" He paused. "Or both?"

Jaime chuckled. "That's up to you, slut. You're the one I'm treating."

"I gotta be honest. My butt's still sore from last night. I don't know if I can take more of that so soon."

"No problem, sweet cheeks. Suck away. Jerk that little cock too, while you're at it."

"Yes ma'am~" He went back to work moving both paws up and down her length. His lips reunited with her cock helmet, kissing and lapping away that delectable supply of nut water she blessed him with.

At last she was at full size, jutting out at him with full authority. The foreskin was peeled off the helmet. Precum flowed at a steady rate, drooling off the cleft in the bottom of her glans. Aaron caught a drop with his tongue just before it dropped. He swallowed it greedily, then slipped his tongue underneath her cock jacket and began orbiting her helmet.

"Ahhhhh, yeah..." she sighed. Each pass of his tongue across her clot of nerves was a sharp pang of arousal. The way his pretty purple peepers looked up at her begging for assurance helped a lot too. She reached one burly arm out towards the wall of the booth to support herself. "You're real good at sucking dick, you know that?"

That made his open mouth smile. Confirming her observation was a few more kisses on her dick hole before he let his lips slide forward and consume the head down to its neck. His jaw had to gape at its widest just to accommodate her. He harbored no illusions of making it down much further, but he certainly didn't need to. With everything bundled upstairs, around the head was all he needed.

"Fuck... That's it, sweet cheeks... Mmmmmmmmmm... So fucking good..." She watched his cheeks implode with each suckle, there coming with it a sharp pressure that made her knees weak. His tongue was not idle, making frequent journeys both around her knob and against the magical slot at the bottom. He came off for just a moment to collect himself, leaving her cock tip to glisten with his spit. When he came back he went even deeper, settling that hammer upon the back swell of his tongue.

The sounds were disgustingly hot. "Ulk... Eck... Echhh... Ukk... Ulk... Ulk..." His head bobbed for as far as he could bring it, just so her apex reached the entrance of his throat. There she deposited that precious precum, it slithering down into his tummy where they both wanted it most.

"Fuck..." Her paw found the back of his head, palming it and sinking into the soft bed of hair covering it. She pulled him deeper, just enough to plug his throat. His body went lax, surrendering to her control. She took advantage, bobbing his head to the beat of her tugs and thrusts. "Yeah," she hissed. "Suck that fucking... Mmmmm..."

He obeyed, keeping his fists clenched to ward off any gag reflex. He distracted himself with his own cock, grasping it with both paws and stroking it slowly to milk more pleasure. His eyes closed for the first time. Wallowing in the double-whammy joy of being face fucked and masturbating left him in a listless euphoria. For a moment he forgot he was on his knees in a changing booth in a public store. He could've been in hell for all he cared. With Jamie's cock buried deep in his mouth, nowhere else mattered.

He didn't see her face twitch as a snort blew through her nose. "Aw shit... Yeah... I'm cumming. Mmmmmmmm... 'Bout to cum. Fuck!" Her pace quickened. Snapping him out of his trance was a rapid jerk and pull on his head compounded by ardent thrusting. Those rocky glutes clenched hard, powering each shove into his throat. Her breath beat through her nose while her teeth were sunken into her bottom lip.

Aaron took it as a cue to accelerate his masturbating. With her in control he could focus on jerking off, something he did with enough speed to throw his fists into a blur. Lubricating his cock was the sheen of precum that had been increasing since he'd first put his mouth around her dick. It wasn't long until the end product would come flying out too.

Jamie pumped herself onto the peak of a climax. "Huhhhh!" She yanked herself free of his mouth. Pop! went his spit-wreathed slut hole. Threads of spit crossed between his ivory teeth and eggplant gums. Jaime jerked the head of her cock furiously. "Open up!" she grunted. Aaron didn't have to be told. He kept his mouth wide open, a willing and eager recipient of what was to cum. "HRRRNNNGGGHHHFFF-~~~!!!"

The first rope blew out with painful velocity, smacking him on the ridges of his palate. It globbed down to the soft, twitchy ring that encased his uvula, then sagged off into his throbbing throat tube. He gagged once, then relaxed upon the bliss of her warm nectar plummeting down his neck. Just in time too, as the second rope glanced off the floor of his tongue and struck the back of his throat. He was more ready this time, letting his muscles stay lax amidst her seminal onslaught.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah~" growled the wolf-tiger, still jerking her dick and accelerating her load into his jaws.

He kept his mouth open for every pearl, but could not sit still perfectly for long. His own jerks were still at play, building his pleasure towards its inevitable popping point. His face scrunched and a desperate whimper echoed from his throat. "Ehhh!" Jaime felt something tap the underside of her foreskin. She looked past her dick, now done spitting, and saw tendrils of ivory spewing out of Aaron's little pillar. His knot had burst and was slowly accumulating a well of cum along with the rest of his lap and the carpet below. Much bigger than those measly droplets were the quarter-sized wallops of nut she had painted his mouth with.

"That's a good boy," she tittered while patting him on the head. "Let it out, and swallow that cum while you're at it."

His jaw, aching at this point, came to a close. His Adam's apple bulged once he swallowed. The great stalactite of seed drained down the front of his chin was put away with the sweep of his tongue. Less manageable were the many dots and spots of milky love he'd decorated himself with. It was streaked across his chest, clotted around his fist, and lined down his thighs. The stall was dank with the smell of orgasms from the both of them, though most of hers had been devoured.

Jamie let go of her cock. It sagged under its weight, bringing the foreskin back down her helmet while a thickish slug of white phlegm stretched itself to the floor. "Whoo!" she hooted. "I take it you liked that!"

Aaron smacked his lips and wiped with the back of his wrist, accidentally smearing his own cum on his chin in the process. "Ah shit... Yeah... Hahhh... I did."

"Good. Can you stand up?"

"Yeah, help me though." He gave her his paw and was hoisted to his feet. His nose crinkled upon taking a deep whiff of cum stink. "Shit... We made a mess."

Jaime cocked an eyebrow. "We? Who's we? You're the one who popped all over himself, dirty dog."

"Oh, I'm sorry. And who was fucking me in the mouth?"

She put her finger to her lips, smiling. "Shhhhhhh... Easy."

"Oh, I think we're well past worrying about that."

"I brought some baby wipes. Make yourself presentable. I didn't hear anyone come in here." She reached under the pile of dresses on the bench and produced an unopened pouch of baby wipes.

Aaron took them and popped the top open. "You had these the whole time?" He noticed her skimpy white dress again. "Wait, when did you get that one?" He looked back up at her, a bemused look on his face. "Were they already in here?"

She made an innocent tilt of her head. "Maybe."

His arms slumped. "You never planned on buying a single one of those dresses, did you?"

"Nope."

"The staff know what we're doing in here, don't they?"

"Mmmmmm, perhaps."

Aaron sighed. He started wiping himself clean of his cum. "Yeah, I should've figured."

* * *

The rest of that day was mostly a blur. Nothing he could've done would've topped what had already happened, so why try? He went home and bore more of Zeke's intrusive probing. While it was never explicitly admitted, it was obvious Zeke got the hint that something fun went down. It was left to the imagination whatever it was, exactly. Aaron thought it was better that way.

He had work the next day, a day shift, thank God. He showed up in his bright blue polo shirt, sticking out like a sore thumb with his great height amongst the many electronics and appliances. With an intimate knowledge of computers he felt at home, helping folk with their questions and recommending the best possible products for them to purchase. His workplace was at one of the desks in the very center of the store. There were a few counters built in a ring formation with him at its center. Sitting at his rolly chair with the seat depressed all of the way down he still looked tall. Standing up always managed to wow customers, something that never got old.

But it wasn't him wowing anybody today. That was done by Jamie who came storming through the automatic front doors, a wild look on her face. She had a long salmon-colored dress on. Her purse was slung over her shoulder. She clutched it tightly, almost crushing the thing with a vice-like grip. As the doors slid shut behind her she stood on the entrance matt, scanning the store like a predator. Cool AC roared around her. The greeter said "hello" and asked if she needed anything. He went ignored. She wasn't going to say anything to anybody, not until she found Aaron.

There he was behind the desk, his enormous blue shirt standing out among all of them. A sharp inhale hissed through Jamie's nose. Her leg kicked out to begin a stride, propelling her across the carpeted floor, whipping the dress and bouncing her titanic member between her thighs.

Aaron had his chin propped up on his paw, idly clicking away at his mouse. He looked over and saw her coming like a freight train. His eyes widened and his back shot up straight. "Jamie?" She made it to his counter, towering over him like she always seemed to do. "What's up?"

"Hey," she said calmly, a tone that conflicted with the rapid beat of her heart and the steady rise and fall of her chest. "What are you up to?"

"I'm... working. Is everything OK?"

"Yeah! Oh yeah." She pulled a loose strand of hair back over her ear. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm great. Hey, think you can go on break for a sec?"

"Break? What-?" He whipped his head around, looking for his manager. He looked back at her, worried. "What do you need? You sure you're OK?"

She darted her eyes around. Seeing nobody close, she leaned into him and whispered. "I am... really fucking horny right now, like you wouldn't fucking believe."

"What?" Again he whipped his head around, desperately looking to see if anyone had heard that. Turning back around he showed a look of terror. "Why did you come here then?" he hissed.

"Oh, to buy a TV. Why the fuck do you think I came here?"

"Well, I can't do anything about it! I'm working! Just... Just jerk off somewhere."

"No."

She said it so bluntly that he physically recoiled. "No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean that's not gonna work 'cause it's not my dick that's hot right now."

"Not your dick? You mean-" It dawned on him that she had a pussy too. Her flagrant use of her cock tended to make him forget. "Shit, then finger yourself."

She shook her head. "That ain't gonna cut it and you know it. Please, I'm leaking a fucking storm. I don't have any underwear on."

"What??? You-?" He thumped his elbow on the counter and dragged his paw down his face. I swear to fucking God she's gonna be the end of me. "Look. I'm off in three hours. I can drive to your place and we can do it then."

"Aaron you know damn well I wouldn't have driven my ass all the way here if I could last another three hours."

"Well-! Shit..." He made one last look over his shoulder. "OK, look. I think I can-"

Jamie was gone. The nigh eight-foot tiger-wolf was no longer in front of the counter, but storming around the side to enter his station and grab him. He could do nothing but cower back in his chair as she came charging like a bull.

"Jamie, you're not-"

She grabbed his shirt. "Shut up."

Aaron was yanked out of his chair like a Ken doll and dragged out of his station. Several people noticed, looking on with some level of concern. He would've mouthed the words "help me" if he wasn't swung around to the front of Jamie, nearly toppling him over.

"Where's a good spot?" she demanded, still clutching his shirt like he was being interrogated; it certainly felt like it.

"Um... Well..." He looked over towards the backrooms.

She saw where he was looking and let go of his shirt finally. "Lead the way." A gentle tug on her dress and a shift of her purse strap resumed an air of dignity, at least as much as a girl in the throes of heat could muster.

"Yeah... Over here." He turned that way and walked calmly, trying to look as though everything was OK, when in reality his heart was thumping out of his ass. Then he remembered his station. He came to an abrupt stop. "Wait. I gotta-"

There was a sharp shove against his back. "Don't worry about it. Somebody else will take care of it," she said. "Go."

He stumbled a few steps then resumed his walk. "R-right..."

Leading to the backrooms was a single pneumatic door with EMPLOYEES ONLY emblazoned on the front led into it. It was behind one of the major shelves in the back of the store, away from where most customers ventured. Aaron double-checked that nobody was around before he pressed the push bar and opened it. Jamie followed him inside. The backroom was nothing but a mini-warehouse where they kept extra stock on shelves. There was a small round table and some plastic chairs for employees to have lunch. On one of the shelves was a microwave.

Aaron turned around to say something to Jamie but caught her squatting in front of a shelf, grabbing a massive window AC unit still in the box. She slid it out and used her immense strength to stand up and carry it over to the door and block it. The box hit the concrete floor with an echoing slam! Jamie stood up with a sigh and patted herself off.

"Whooo... OK. Now that's out of the way-" She spun around. "-let's fuck."

"OK, so you-"

Once again he was silenced by her grabbing him, this time by the upper arms. She backpedaled him towards the chairs and sat his ass down, nearly cracking the plastic legs in the process. He wasn't done settling in the seat when she had her fingers on his pant button and fly. The moment they were undone she was jerking his pants down his legs. His boxers didn't last much longer, joining his pants around his shins so that nothing more was in the way of his package. The peak of his pecker poked itself out his sheath, seemingly intimidated by all the commotion, a lot like the man it was attached to. She began coercing it with sharp tugs on his fuzzy cock pocket.

Aaron was leaned back in the chair, gripping the bottom of the seat for dear life, jaw clenched, toes curled in his shoes. His cock was slowly creeping its way out of him. Every bit of contact between her paw and his sensitive dick skin was a burst of sensations. "Ah! W-wait... Hold on..."

"No," she said again, even more firmly this time. "I'm done waiting."

With characteristic impatience she sped up her strokes until his penis was all the way out of his lap, standing proud with a knot ready to burst. Satisfied he was somewhat ready, she stood upright and hoisted up her dress. There was her own phallus, hanging off her with its usual barbarity. Only now it was different. More veins than normal were stretched across its length. The shaft looked more swollen around the top half. Drooling from the slit was a dollop of precum nearly as viscous as real cum.

The smell, fleshy and earthy, punched Aaron in the nose. "Jesus, Jamie. Were you edging before you got here?"

"Just a little," she said. "Thought I could hold off until you got off work. Couldn't. Had to come inside."

He looked up at her. "Wait... Were you waiting in the parking lot for me?"

"Don't worry about it. Worry about this." She reached under her nuts and lifted them so he could see the bottom fringe of her cunt. It was like lifting the lid off a crock pot, letting loose an eruption of aromatic vapor that added to the already raunchy cloud surrounding her. Another punch to the nose for Aaron whose cock throbbed excitedly.

"Whoa..." he said.

"Whoa is right, now shut up for a sec and let me do this." With that one paw still holding up her nuts she waddled forward, straddling the chair and Aaron's legs. She grabbed his penis and hovered her cunt over it. Down she came, colliding their intimates with an audible skwish. They shared a deep gasp, blissful sensations blowing through them both. Jamie squatted the rest of the way down, swallowing Aaron's cock to the knot. Her head lurched back, letting loose a hearty groan. She let her balls go and grabbed his shoulders for support. "Mmmmm, fuck... Yes... This is what I needed." She began grinding on him, knocking his pole into her many sweetspots.

He signaled his appreciation with a groan. His paws came to her midriff, feeling the dense ribcage beneath the fabric of her dress. Her grip was a suffocating velvet, melting everything from the waist down with a white hot pleasure. He felt her cunny juices trickle down his knot and onto his balls, causing his fur to stand on ends.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ah, shit that's good..." he huffed.

Jamie laughed and rolled her hips into a womanly circle. "Mmmmm, isn't it? Ohhh... Aren't you glad I showed up today?"

"Ahh... Any other time might've been better."

"Shut up and enjoy it, silly boy~ Ohh! Uhhhhh... Yes..."

Aaron just smiled. "You got it."

She made the first ascent up his pillar, revealing everything up to the glans before she came back down. Repeating caused her to moan and accelerate, pushing her legs and then falling back down until her ass clapped on Aaron's lap. Her half-stiffened cock flopped between them like a wet pool noodle, slapping Aaron in the chest and flinging precum onto his shirt. Soon she was belting out moans, letting the whole building know what was happening, it sounded like.

Aaron cringed where he sat, both out of immense pleasure and fear from being caught. "Jamie! Quiet! You're- Ahh! Gonna get me fired! Huhhhh..."

Jamie didn't catch a word of that, she was bellowing too loudly. Her voice was gutteral, originating from the very hollows of her chest. "Ohhhh fuck! Huhhhhhhhhhhh yes... Oh God! Huhhhhhhhh! Huhhhhhhhh! Yes! YES!" She rattled the chair beneath them. Their combined weight and activities were about to prove too much for it.

Aaron did not have the courage to clamp his paw over her mouth. He was resigned to suffer the brunt of her ecstasy and the noise that blew out from her because of it. Might as well make the most of it. His paws crept up to where her bosom bounced inside her dress. He slid the shoulder straps aside and pulled the bust down, exposing a beige bra. It took some time, but he was able to unclasp it behind her and draw it down her arms, letting her breasts jostle free in the open air, her nipples dancing in front of his face. He cupped both of them, feeling the tickle against his palm and the exquisite softness of her fur and flesh.

"Hahhhh..." huffed the maned wolf. "So fucking hot..."

"Huhhhhhhhhhhh~" wailed the girl impaling herself in his lap. "You're telling me... Huhhhh... Yes... Yes... Oh God..."

Jamie continued to moan, Aaron continued to fondle, and the chair continued to struggle. At last they both felt the inevitable on the approach. Jamie struck a crescendo. Each successive moan was a note rising in ecstasy. Aaron's paws fell down to grip her midsection. His face scrunched and his teeth gritted. They smashed climaxes head on, both of their bodies erupting in both noise and fluid. From their gaped maws soared loud wails, from their conjoined intimates were floods of their love either gurgled onto Aaron's lap or spewed into Jamie's womb. His knot burst inside of her, swelling her vulva and locking the two of them together.

Both of their heads were thrown backwards, spines curved into an arch. They slid off their orgasmic peaks and settled in the chair, panting and sweating together. Jamie slumped forward onto him with her chin coming to a rest on his shoulder. Her chest flattened against his, hearts hammering away side by side. Beside all of that was her rock hard cock, locked as it was between their bellies.

Aaron licked his lips. His mouth was abhorrently dry. "Holy shit... Fuck... Wow..."

"Mmmmmmmmmm~" Jamie sat up in his lap. "I agree. Wasn't that awesome?"

He scoffed. "Yeah, it was. Thanks, I guess. Hope I still have a job by the end of today." He frowned up at her. "Unless you know people here too."

She shook her head. "Sorry."

"Damn. Well, I guess I'll-"

Snap!

The poor chair, far beyond its limit, snapped out from beneath them like a twig. The rear two legs both cracked in half, sending the two lovers timbering backwards onto the floor with a loud smack and rattle of plastic. The world went weightless around them. Aaron held onto her tightly, and she onto him. Once settled they shared a look, and started to laugh.

"Well, even if I keep my job, it looks like I'm paying for this chair," Aaron quipped.

"Oh, it's just a chair. You'll live."

"Ahhh... Not if you stay stuck to my dick like that."

"Well excuse me, I'm not the one with the knot, Mr. Man."

"Well I'm not the one who goes ambushing guys with one! Mrs. Woman."

"Shut up and help me get off."

The two of them squirmed off the chair's remains so that Aaron's back was on the floor. Jamie twisted herself around on his knot so that the width of it matched the height of her vaginal opening. With a heave and a grunt she popped right off, uncorking a fat serving of Aaron nut that came plopping back down onto his penis. Jamie's legs were woozy. She had to hold herself up with one paw on the table while her gargantuan erection threatened to topple her over.

Aaron stood up and brushed himself off. Wet spots darkened his work shirt. "Geez, at least we have spares in here, though I doubt any more in my size." He noticed Jamie sitting on the edge of the table, mindlessly rubbing her penis. A stressed look was on her face. One throb let loose another bead of precum which welled in her foreskin.

She saw him looking. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said back.

"I think I'm horny in this part now too."

"I can see that."

"Think you can, uhhhhh..."

Aaron sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lemme just get more appropriate," he said before peeling his shirt off.

"Thanks." She stood up off the table. "Just uhhh... I dunno. Get on your back on the table."

A nude Aaron obeyed, sliding his massive frame onto the table like a research specimen. "You know, this really isn't how I thought I'd be spending my workday," he observed while relaxing his tailhole."

"Has any day been as you expected since you met me?"

"No, not at all."

"Good, 'cause I intend to keep it that way." She waltzed up to the table, but not to where his ass hung over the edge. She went right for his face, hoisting her pecker up and letting it flop right down on his snout.

Hot, pulsing Jamie junk sizzled against his cheek. Moist precum wetted his fur and cringed his nostrils. "Really?" he asked.

"Really," she said. She pulled back, battering ram in her paw. "Open wide."

Aaron let his head hang back and opened his maw. Jamie came sliding forward, her cockhead gliding past his tongue and going straight down his gullet.

"Ulk!"

Jamie purred and wagged her tail. "Don't worry. I'll be quick." And quick she was, jamming herself the rest of the way to his limit, at the very root of his neck. Poor Aaron's eyes bugged out of his skull. In front of his eyes was nothing but an upside-down image of Jamie's fat balls. While they didn't quite reach his snout, they were more than close enough to ignite the hairs lining his nostrils. His neck was bulged like a string balloon. Just above the notches in his collar Jamie could see the imprint of her cock helmet. It was beyond tight, milking her for every bit of pleasure.

Her ass came careening back, sliding her dick out to the top of his throat before it was slammed back forward. There was no sound other than the gross schlock of wet flesh being pummeled. Not an ounce of breath escaped him, leaving him to writhe and squirm atop the table while Jamie made sweet love to his mouth.

Her teeth were sunken into her lip. She kept a tight grip on his sides. Her buttocks clenched with each push. "Hnf! Hahhh! Hah! That's it. Mmm." Up and down that bulge went across his neck. It was fun to watch, even better to feel. Her balls swung out towards his face, tapping him on the nose before being reeled back for another swing. He scrunched his eyes and held onto Jamie's wrist, praying she would cum soon and not kill him with her cock.

Luckily for him she was too lit to last very long. Her face began to scrunch and her grunts turned into sharp moans. "Huhhh! I'm cumming! Ahhhh, I'm about to cum! Huhhhh! HNGGGGHHHHH~~~!!!" She slammed her hips forward as far as little Aaron would let her. Those Jovian crotch eggs slapped him in the nose, contracting in her purse while the cock muscle running down her shaft throbbed out a monstrous load. He felt it punch down the rest of his esophagus, straight into his stomach where once again he was forced to contain her every drop. Up his belly went, bloating into a significant paunch with his innie poking into an outie.

"Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh~" groaned Jamie. Once the last drop was out she retreated, letting her lover breath for once. Though there remained a fat pearl of cum trapped in her cock slit, the rest of it was trapped in his gut and did not follow.

Aaron gasped loudly then hacked and coughed violently. The gray tunnel vanished, and a star-gazing Aaron lay atop the table limply, his cummy tummy rising from him like a dome. "Hahhhh... Fuck... My God..."

Jamie offered little remorse, bringing her wet dick back over and slapping it down on his cheek. "And how was that? Enjoy your meal?"

He batted her away. "Fuck off."

Jamie cackled. "Yeah, I will now that I'm done with ya."

She helped him off the table and then back into his pants. The good news was that there were spare shirts in the back. The bad news was that the largest was way too small for him and his combined height and belly. When he put it on it hugged his biceps and failed to come down to his beltline, making him look like a kid.

"Geez, I feel like a corpse wearing this thing," he said, holding his arms out awkwardly. Every movement threatened to rip something.

Jamie giggled behind her paw. "Oh, you look fine. Nobody'll notice."

He shook his head. "My ass."

"Yeah? What about it? Want me to fuck that too?"

"No thank you."

Aaron moved the AC unit back to the shelf and cracked the door open. He peeked outside and saw nobody. He very cautiously stepped back onto the floor. There was no angry shout of his name or an odd look from anybody (though that would certainly come later with his bizarre get up). "OK. Coast is clear."

He stepped all the way out. Jamie followed, her dress all the way on, purse over her shoulder, looking like nothing had happened, much unlike Aaron. She pecked him on the cheek. "See ya around, sweet cheeks. I'll try to be less spontaneous next time."

"Yeah, somehow I doubt that."

He watched her leave out the front entrance. As he went back to his station he saw one of his buddies manning it for him. He saw Aaron coming over and shot him a confused look. Oh boy. Here we go.

"Where the hell you been?" his friend asked. 'You vanished on us. And what the hell happened to your clothes?"

"It's..." He thought about Jamie's cock slamming down his throat. "It's a long story..."

THE END