Monique

Monique slid a hand up under the stretched fabric of her shirt to scratch her belly, barely noticing the bubbling, liquid burble her stomach was making beneath inches of fat.  She slid her hand back into sight as the front door chimed, admitting a pair of gangly teenage wolves.

"Smokes. Newcastle 100s." The lead teen planted both hands on the counter and didn't bother even looking at Monique.

"ID," she retorted, shifting from hoof to hoof. Damn, she had to pee and her udder was almost full-up.  Funny how you don't notice until you move a bit.

"Just give us the smokes bitch, and you live." The second teen crowded the counter, shoulders hunched, trying to loom.

Towering a foot over them both, Monique began to actually show a little interest in the whole exchange.  "I live?  You're right, I live.  That's just one of the differences between us, fluffy."

Fluffy turned sullen.  Smokey pitched a fit.  "Bitch, gimme smokes now or--"

Monique slid her hand into the neck of Smokey's T-shirt and yanked.  Smokey's chin hit the counter, jaw closing with a very audible click, the shock rolling up through the wolf's skull.  Her other hand wound itself up in Fluffy's flannel before he could back off too far.

"Lunch was hours ago," she sighed, stomach voicing a timely agreement that it'd been far too long since she'd filled it.  "I'm gonna regret this, but not as much as letting you two grow up to become whatever the opposite of gentlemen are."

She dragged the limp form of Smokey across the counter, letting his frame sag down into something like a squat beside her.  She tugged Fluffy far enough across the counter towards her that she could lift the massive old cash register...and pin him under it, leaving him wheezing and trapped.

"Such skinny things," she sighed, shaking her head in disgust.  It did make one option easy though...  Monique flipped up her skirt, and undid the velcro holding her panties together.  She'd felt bad ruining the lines of them when she modified them, but the easy access had come in handy so often.  Feeling her thick-lipped pussy begin to moisten over what would come next, she squatted over the nearly senseless wolf behind the counter, shoving his head between her big plush ass cheeks.

Smokey shoved at her, but the effort was uncoordinated, weak.  Monique had time to position herself, planting the hot greasy donut of her pucker atop his head like a crown.  Then, the cow relaxed...and sank further into her squat.

Wolf head slid into her rectum, shoulders taking a few seconds to stretch her rim and follow.  She moaned just about the time he screamed inside her, but another foot deeper and the wolf's cry was cut off, as he was forced into the soft muck brewing in her colon.  What used to be a collie, plump and bashful, was now dozens of pounds of sludge riding heavy in her guts.  She knew further up her coiling intestines, Smokey'd be forced through the last earthly remains of a mouse girl as well, extraordinarily busty and very talkative.

She grunted, squatting lower, making eye contact with Fluffy as she buried his pal hips deep in her ass.  Every time she forced more wolf in now, a rich squelch escaped, not to mention a fetid odor.  Trusting her powerful pucker to not only keep the manure in but prevent Smokey from sliding out, Monique rose from her squat, taking wolf-paws off the floor with her.

She turned and flipped her skirt back up again to make sure Fluffy could watch as wolf legs covered in denim slowly oozed up...up between her cheeks, under her happily-swishing tail.  Pure, distilled lust dripped from her pussy to pat---pat---pat on the dirty linoleum beneath her.

Fluffy whined, terrified, claws gouging the counter as he strained to get the hundreds of pounds of register off his back.
Monique leaned down to breathe in the wolf's face as she felt Smokey's twitching toes slip through her fat anus, letting it cinch greedily shut.  "If you don't want to go the way he did, you'll play nice."

Fluffy gurgled and jerked his head around in what was probably a nod.  Monique freed him, though kept her fingers tangled in his shirt.  He didn't resist as she pulled him over the counter to stand before her.

The door chimed.

"Shit." She pushed him down out of sight as a scruffy lion in overalls sauntered in, his big rig rumbling outside.

"Strip," she hissed down at him, hand moving beneath her skirt, teasing throbbing clit and soaked folds.

Fluffy could watch her stomach bulge and flex around its still-living contents, the thin cloth of Monique's top clinging to her bloated belly like a second skin.  He could only imagine the hell Lance was going through, trapped in stinking bovine bowels.  He unbuttoned his shirt and squirmed out of his jeans as quietly as he could, while Monique bit her lip and masturbated under cover.

'Sick freak, she's getting off on him dying inside her!'  He couldn't let that happen to him.  He was still so out of breath though.  It hurt to inhale...  He figured a rib might be broken.  A nudge from her hoof brought him back to the moment, and he removed his underwear as well.

"Will there be anything else today sir?" she chirped at the lion, ringing him up single-handed while with the other gooey-fingered hand she cupped the back of his head and pulled him under her skirt.

'Is that all?  I might get out of this intact,' he thought as he homed in on her pudge-framed slit and nuzzled in with desperation.  It felt like enthusiasm to Monique, and she mistyped the code for beer three times while smooth wolf tongue poured into her sodden passage.

"Safe travels sir," she waved the trucker off while muscles fluttered around the wolf's questing tongue.  As soon as the door chime went off again, she reached under her skirt again, cupped the back of Fluffy's skull, and yanked.  A deliciously messy squelch kissed her ears as lupine face sank into her pussy, spreading her sweetly, inserted past his ears into her needy honey pot.  He didn't even fight, just paused...then kept licking, even more urgently than before.

"Dumb puppy," she groaned, before pushing again, feeding her pussy his skull, squatting to force his neck in after.  Her cervix bulged inward against the firmness of Fluffy's muzzle, then yielded, admitting him into the cramped space of her womb.  His shoulders slurped from sight, cow goo oozing down through his fur in shining tracks.  She came by the time she'd worked down to his belly, splattering the floor in her slippery ecstasy, just as the door chimed again.

An older couple, moles, wandered up to the counter.  "Miss, can you tell us where Elderberry Village is?  We wanted to take Grove Lane but"

"It's c-closed, yes, sorry.  What you'll need to do is mmmmmmm..."  Monique managed to make her second climax sound thoughtful as her vaginal muscles rippled, dragging more skinny wolf into her slavering slit, claiming his bony hips and ass.

"Take Maple until it ends, turn left, and that will get you onto ffffffu-uhm, Main.  Elderberry will be on your left in a few miles."

Mrs. Mole squinted at Monique through her glasses.  The lenses were probably prototypes of the ones on the Hubble telescope.  "Are you alright, dear?  You're sweating."

"I'm fine ma'am, just a little mixed up inside.  Gets that way when you have a passenger," Monique gave her belly a pat, while squeezing her thighs together around the wolf's own legs to try and keep her greedy pussy from polishing him off.

The moles cooed and congratulated her before waddling off.  The door shut, and Monique unleashed a gusting groan, propping herself on the counter with her palms.  She spread her legs again, shivering, as needy muscular undulations dragged in those kicking legs.  Her thick cum dripped off the saturated wolf's limbs and tail, adding to the puddle shining under the fluorescent lights.

She arched her back, lowing from deep in her chest, feeling her labia crowd together again across the pads of the wolf's feet...sealing him into her privates.

"Bet he thinks he got off easy," she grunts, eyes sliding shut, savoring the sensation of his last inches trickling up her canal to be sealed within her roasting-hot core.  "That's my larder.  He can marinate in there until I get home and get some sleep.  Breakfast in bed...or maybe on the toilet.  We'll see how I feel," she snickers, palming over her gut with a possessive touch.

Scooping up the wolf's clothing, she stuck his wallet in her purse before dumping the rest in a trash bag.  With a familiar squeak the mop bucket came out to play, and she cleaned up the fragrant mess she made behind the register, her stomach shifting and bulging all the while.

Finally the clock ticked over, and her shift ended. Monique dashed to the door and locked it before making a run for the restroom.  She barely hiked up her skirt and hit the seat before hot piss flooded out of her, sluicing into the bowl.  She hiked the skirt higher yet and reached for the zippered pouch behind the toilet.  In moments she had the portable milker attached to her teats, the output tube tucked between her lips.  As the motor started up and the rich cream flowed across her tongue, Monique's fingers sank once more into her soft sex, squishing to the last knuckle inside.

The sounds were too subtle for Monique to hear, especially with the milker running, but the wolf in her womb could hear Lance's tortuous progress quite well.  It was like listening to a bare foot sinking into mud endlessly, mixed with choked whimpers and desperate whines.

The bulk of Lance slid against 'Fluffy,' his position changing just enough minute to minute that they could both tell he was making progress towards the cow's stomach.  One of them, at any rate.  That stomach was making a lot of noise too as it anticipated Lance's arrival, low growls and liquid trills tormenting two pairs of lupine ears.

Monique finished draining her udder and bladder, packed up her milker, and sucked her slimy fingers clean.  "Mmmmn.  That big-titted mouse made some wonderful milk.  Makes sense in a way," she chuckled, reaching back to give her ass a slap.  "Can't wait to feel her slither out tomorrow.  That cute doggy too.  Much better load than these two losers will brew up."

She paused at the sink, and glanced down at her gut.  "Damn, that first one went in with his duds on.  Could've used that cash."  The denim had felt good on her hot, gobbling asshole though.

A brief fantasy trickled through her head of begging her current boyfriend to stuff his arm up her manure-clogged ass to fish out the wolf's wallet.  She gyrated her hips slowly, flexing her thick pucker, trying not to--too late.  She'd imagined slurping every inch of his powerful frame into the sludgy hell of her colon too.  Now it'd be all she thought about when she got him alone.

Monique slapped her ass again.  "You're such trouble.  But you reel them in too, don't you?"  Ass men never passed her without a double or triple take.  They all seemed to go right to her ass too, in the end.

She stared at herself in the mirror, breath coming fast, fingers playing across her heavy, swollen stomach.  "Yeah.  Guess I'll have to dump him."