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"Okay, this is the mark three unit. Initial tests proved to be successful. There were no leaks. Pressure at maximum capacity seemed to be within tolerance. I'm going to attempt the first practical use of the apparatus." Ginger said.

She spoke into a camera she had set up just for the occasion. It still baffled her a little that she was doing this, and recording it to boot. If anyone got a hold of her footage, they would be able to ruin her career as an effects technician. Then again, she might actually go up in the estimation of many filmmakers. Especially those in the adult entertainment field. It wasn't quite the career move she was interested in, but she couldn't help herself. She had to try this. She was just too curious.

The rabbit stood completely naked before her camera, holding a device that was quite odd looking. On one end was a thick, red, rubber bladder, designed to expand and stretch to a size significantly larger than it currently was. At present, it was perhaps the size of an orange. In Ginger's tests, it managed to reach somewhere between a basketball and a beach ball before it started trying to force its contents back out. The red, spherical bladder--currently in its un-inflated state of course--was at the end of a long, silvery, metal rod. It was a hollow tube the bladder could expand down over and eventually consume for support and structure in the early part of inflation. It also helped with controlling and directing the flow of water as it poured in.

At the end of the metal tube was a rubber tube, opaque, and appearing to be medical grade. That portion was at least half a meter long, expected to see a length of it consumed by the bladder as it inflated. And at the end of the rubber tube was a valve with a soft fixture for attaching to a source. In this case, it was another hose the rabbit had connected to the faucet of her bathtub. She eyed it carefully and took a deep breath. She was actually going to do this. On camera. There had been tests, attempts in the past, but that had been more to see how easy it could be put in place and removed. No inflation had occurred once in place, only while out in the open. Now, she was going all the way.

"I will now insert the apparatus into the desired location." Ginger said, trying to keep as clinical a tone and mind as possible.

After all, these videos were for her own notes, in case she wanted to improve upon the design further. She was a proponent of the scientific method, and that meant she took meticulous notes about her inventions. This one had been an adaptation of something she had used in a film, one that called for a bladder under an actress' clothing to make it appear she had some sort of alien growth pushing out of her skin. That one had been meant to burst and splatter stage blood everywhere as the creature inside emerged. The creature itself had been a different effect. The rabbit couldn't help but feel like she was in that same situation in some strange way.

With another deep breath, she lowered the red bulb-shaped object to her groin--having already slathered a bit of lubricant on it--and began to gently push. She gasped and moaned quietly, doing well to stay composed so far. She wasn't new to this sort of thing, having used 'devices' before to satisfy her needs. It was however a first to try something like this, and that made her just ever so slightly nervous. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she felt her folds yield and open to allow the foreign object to enter her. She bit her lip as the bulb slipped into her with a wet squelch, delivering a powerful shudder in response.

"Oh god... it's... it's in. Moving... apparatus... into final position." Ginger said, her breath catching in her throat from time to time.

A gentle shove saw the narrow, stainless steel tube fed into her passage. It was rigid enough that it refused to bend under the strain. That was what she had hoped for. Previous tests had seen the tube crimp because the wall of the tube had been too thin. Once it crimped, it easily bent under the pressures necessary. It made her grateful that she always tested before inserting things into her body. The thicker metal had proven a wise choice. It slipped into her warmth without much fuss, though the bulb at the end already within her made the going a bit slower. The rabbit's mouth opened wide as she felt the red orb press against her cervix. This was going to be the hard part.

She twisted the intruder one way, then the other, angling it from side to side. It forced a yelp from her, then a lower, longer moan. The bunny lifted one of her legs as she leaned against the counter for balance, trying to work the object deeper still, finding and feeling progress being made. Then, as she figured out how to relax, the bulb slipped past the inner muscular ring with a very palpable pop. That sudden jolt stole her breath away. Her eyes bulged and she bit back a scream. Moisture soaked her paw as her petals quivered. It had been an abrupt but gentle orgasm, something she had not expected. The bladder was now firmly lodged in her womb.

With a huff, she lowered her leg back down and stood on both paws. Her stance was a bit wider than it had been before she started, giving herself a little extra 'room' to contend with the object protruding from her petals. It was a curious sight as she gazed down at her groin. She had managed to accomplish the task. Now came the part where she had to really test herself. One hand-paw remained on the counter for balance, since she felt weak in the knees. The other rest on top of her stomach. It was still trim and showed no sign of the object inside her, but she could feel it when she pressed her fingers against it.

That pressure sent tingles up her spine that she had not counted on. It made her want to keep doing that if only to see if she could make herself climax from the action alone. But that seemed a little too self-indulgent, at least for being on camera. After she managed to catch her breath again, the rabbit stepped over towards the tub, where the tube attached to the pipe sticking out of her was ultimately connected.

"I'm... beginning inflation. Progress will begin slowly... then ramp up should there be... little or no discomfort." she said, still panting softly.

A paw gripped the cold water tap and gave it a twist, then moved to the warm tap and gave it a similar twist. She knew not to use only cold water. That was foolish, no doubt uncomfortable, and quite possibly a little bit dangerous. Water was a marvelous heat sink, and she didn't need to load herself up with enough chilled liquid to end up hypothermic. What would the paramedics think if she managed to call them without removing the device? The water began to slowly work its way through the tube, finally reaching the metal pipe and then the rubber bladder lodged inside her womb. The initial burst was chilly, making her shudder. Another little twist of the hot water tap helped to fix that, but it was a slow prospect. Eventually, the cool sensation in her belly warmed and she sighed in relief.

The sensation of stretching was almost immediate, but it was subtle. She felt it long before she saw any change. The flow of water was simply too gradual, little more than a strong enough trickle to produce a solid, laminar stream were it to be allowed to fill the tub instead of her. But gradually, as she stood there, rubbing her thighs together, she felt two things. The first was the movement of the metal tube. It was sliding deeper into her ever so slowly. That sensation was quite remarkable by itself. The other sensation was the feeling of growth under the hand-paw resting on top of her stomach. Her eyes darted down as soon as she felt that and watched in awe as her tummy began to slowly expand.

It was terribly gradual, pushing out under her navel oh so slowly. There was a complete lack of discomfort, only the oddly gratifying sensation of fullness. And that fullness grew, as did the pleasing nature of it. The bunny reached over and ever so lightly turned up the flow of water, adding more cold and hot to keep the mixture balanced. Too hot was just as dangerous as too cold after all. It came as a pleasant warm temperature, perhaps a bit cooler than she might like to fill the tub with and soak in. Her belly began to stretch faster, pushing outward quick enough that she could easily see the progress as it occurred.

Ginger reached a paw down to caress her nethers, feeling a lack of concern for appearing self-indulgent in her research video. There she felt a great deal of moisture. For a moment, she began to worry. Had the bladder or tube developed a leak? Was there a faulty seal somewhere? As soon as she lifted the paw to her nose to smell, checking for the hint of chlorine from the municipal water supply, her fears were put to rest. It wasn't leaking, she was. She was soaking her own folds out of arousal. A goofy grin spread across her muzzle and she returned the paw to herself, rubbing slowly across her flesh, even tracing her thumb across the little pink orb at the 'top' of her crevice.

The water was turned up again, providing a quicker inflation. She was enjoying this far more than she anticipated she would, letting a soft, lusty moan pass her lips. Her belly continued to grow, making her appear in the early stages of pregnancy. That was good. That's what she wanted. But she wasn't intending to stop there. She wanted to see if she could go all the way to full inflation. And with the water flowing so freely, she could writhe in how rapidly that was approaching. Both paws roamed over her tummy as it swelled, making her huff all over again. The presence of so much mass inside her was making it a little difficult to breathe. From what she had learned about actually being pregnant, labored breath was part of it.

The creamy-white fur of her tummy spread out further and further as she was filled. The rabbit wiggled her hips as she struggled to keep from descending completely into hedonistic delight. After all, this was for posterity. As soon as the bladder reached what she assumed was half-full, her navel popped outward from the pressure in her womb. The jolt set off a powerful crackle of electricity that raced up her spine. She arched her back and cried out happily. Oh she was going to need to do that again!

Ginger sat herself down in the tub, but not before adjusting the camera to stay focused on her as she sought a more comfortable position to rest in. In only a few moments time, her belly swelled outward until she looked well into her ninth month, perhaps beyond, given her short stature. The lady writhed and fondled herself between her legs. The metal tube had long since been swallowed up by her petals, and subsequently the bladder inside her. The rubber tube it was connected to allowed for greater flexibility, which was the idea. Only one paw was needed for the work below. The other massaged her chest, giving one of her breasts a firm kneading.

"I... I seem... to be near... full inflation. I can report... no discomfort. No pain. I don't... detect any leaks... except from myself. God this feels good!" Ginger tried to say without moaning, "Why didn't anyone tell me it would feel this good!?"

Just as she was about to feel that rush of climax, there came a pop that sent a vibration through the rubber tubing. It set her off, making the rabbit cry out as she soaked her thighs and paw all over again. The pop she had felt this time was the relief valve at the point of connection between the apparatus and the hose connecting it to the faucet. The bunny had been smart enough to include that so that there was no risk of over-inflation. That would likely have resulted in complications she really didn't want to deal with, like broken or torn equipment. That would very well have led to discomfort and injury.

Water poured from the relief valve into the tub and the bunny lay there, catching her breath for a moment. Once she was clear headed enough and regained her strength, she sat herself up. The act was a struggle with the new weight, but she managed. She reached over to the faucet and turned off both taps. As she sat there, not doing anything, her chest continued to heave. Her gaze settled on her tummy, finding it far too alluring not to caress. Each time she did, it sent a warm, satisfying tingle through her. Yes, this had worked out far better than she expected.

"Mark three device is a success, at least in regards to achieving full inflation. Relief valve operated as intended. I will need to further refine my designs to improve ease of use, but this is a first major success. Additional note: user experience is exceptionally positive. Now begins short term leak test. The next phase of the experiment will be carried out tomorrow. At that time, I intend to remain in this state for an estimated twelve hours to test longevity of the hardware and my own stamina. More findings to be added later. Log ends," Ginger said to the camera before shutting it off, then grinned, "Of course, I should test the deflation mechanism now, just to make sure."

She grinned and reached down to operate the relief valve, intending to shrink herself back down, then swell herself back out again. Naturally, that was part of the whole leak check. If it worked as well the second time as it did the first, then she was likely in very deep trouble, because she was already loving the process and experience. Water poured from the valve as she felt her tummy beginning to shrink. It came with a very potent sense of disappointment, but she told herself it was only temporary.

Half an hour later, after two or three swellings, the bunny stood in front of the mirror. She had disconnected the hose leading to the faucet from the tube just barely sticking out of her. With careful manipulation, she gently tucked the few centimeters of rubber hosing into herself to conceal it, completing the illusion that she was indeed pregnant. She turned one way, then the other, running her palms over the great, round swell of her belly. She absolutely adored how she looked like this. Part of her wanted to try to go bigger, but she knew the bladder was completely full. And any additional weight would make it much more difficult to get around.

Already, she felt a bit like a whale trying to move. The added mass made her sluggish in her motions. Turning was a slow affair, and walking was a waddle. She tried holding some of the weight with her paws, and that did feel rather pleasant. But simply letting it sag against her, the weight on her hips, and resting her paws on top of the great, round gut was far more enjoyable.

"Damn this is hot. Why didn't I try this sooner?" Ginger asked, not expecting an answer.

She was alone after all. The rabbit had not taken up the offer from Piat and Hemlock to move in with them. It wasn't because she didn't like them. They were fantastic. It was a matter of space. They had a single bedroom apartment. While she intended to share their bed, she still absolutely needed her own space in order to tinker and build. Her living room was filled with gadgets and devices of her own making. If she did decide to move in with them, they would need to relocate to a two bedroom apartment. Or maybe a house. Then she could have a workshop!

She stood there, enjoying her little daydream, staring at herself in the mirror to admire her new figure, having lost all track of time. Thankfully, her past self had thought that might happen and set an alarm on her phone. The device buzzed and chimed on the bathroom counter, drawing her attention. It was a quarter to two. She had promised she would be at the boys' place fifteen minutes ago! She had completely missed the first two alarms while she was indulging herself!

"Crap! I'm late!" she muttered angrily to herself.

She had intended on emptying herself out and removing the inflation bladder before going, but now she didn't have time to do any of that. Deflating took almost five minutes flat. She would need to improve that, maybe make a slow and fast release system. But for now, they would get to see 'Pregnant Ginny' before she was really ready to share. And that was on her. She took solace in the fact that they would likely approve. It wasn't the first time she had been blown up in a manner like this. Both Hemlock and Piat had shown her how good they were at delivering 'satisfaction'. It was what had inspired her to build this little gadget in the first place.

The rabbit tried her best to rush to get ready. She attempted to get dressed, finding nothing she had in her wardrobe would fit over her belly. Were she not in a hurry, she would have tried on several things just to be tickled by the fact that she was too big to cover her stomach. For now, she allowed a mild enjoyment as she tried to stuff herself into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt displaying a logo for one of the films she had worked on. Once she was decent, she hurried out the door, locking it behind her.

The trip to Piat's and Hemlock's apartment was usually a short walk. It was down one flight of stairs and just on the other side of the breezeway. She had been one unit up and over from them. The fact that she could hear them when they got overly amorous was a testament to how loud they got and how good her hearing was. That didn't really matter at the moment as she waddled her way down the stairs as carefully as she could. It scared her a couple of times, feeling like the weight of her belly would send her tumbling down, but she managed to stay on her paws. The whole way, her tummy sloshed under her fur, making her shudder all over again. Immediately, she regretted not wearing any underwear. Her shorts would need to be washed as soon as possible.

Finally, she made it to the door she sought. But she had a little too much momentum built up and ran into the barrier. It wasn't hard enough to call it a slam, but it had enough force to make her belly deform, then shove her back to land on her rump. The squeeze of her abdomen caught her by surprise, requiring her to bite back another shriek. Why did -that- feel so good!? And when she landed on the ground, she yelped in complaint. It had hurt, but not enough to feel like she had bruised or broken a bone. The swell of her belly was so large it touched the ground as it force her legs apart. The act had spared her pelvis the need to absorb the blow. Really, her pride was all that was hurt.

The door opened as she sat there whimpering, rubbing her backside with one paw while the other cradled her tummy. Piat was standing in the entryway, staring down at the round bunny in shock. She looked up at him and blushed, smiling sheepishly as she struggled to figure out what to say.

"Well hey there. Someone's been a busy little bee." the squirrel said with a broad grin.

"Busy, yeah, but probably not the kind you're thinking. Can you help me up?" Ginger asked, "This is really heavy."

Piat nodded and reached down, taking the bunny's paw and helped pull her back up into a standing posture. It was a bit of a shock once again finding out how much more weight she was lugging around. He ushered the lady in and closed the door. Ginger kicked herself as she saw he was already in his work clothes. She hadn't arrived too late had she?

"What have you got in there? Bowling balls?" the squirrel asked with a degree of sarcasm.

"Very funny," the bunny replied, waddling her way to the couch to sit down and rest her tired legs and back, "I've been working on modifying this bladder contraption I made for a horror movie. You know how much I've been enjoying you and Hemlock pumping me up like this in your own way."

"Yeah, you seem to especially like it when it's the both of us, one at each end." Piat said as he sat himself down next to the lady, reaching out to give her tummy a stroke.

"Well, I took the bladder design and modified it so it could be used internally, then hooked the hose up to the faucet in the tub. This is the third version. The first two had... flaws," Ginger explained, "God it feels good to sit. I didn't know this would wear me out so fast!"

"So, you managed to work out the kinks, and now you're here, in my home, looking like you've got a litter that's been wanting to come out for a solid month already. Just how much is in there?" the squirrel asked, rather enjoying fawning over the rabbit's creamy-white belly.

"If my calculations are correct, the bladder holds just shy of twenty-nine thousand cubic centimeters in volume. Call it about seven and a half gallons since that's easier to picture than liters for you guys." the bunny said, letting her eyes drift shut as she cooed happily, trying to push her stomach into her friend's palm.

"Holy crap... seven and a half gallons!? How much does that weigh!?" Piat cried in alarm.

"Which do you go by? Imperial or metric?" the round-middled lady asked, then shook her head, "Screw it. It's a little less than twenty-nine kilos, or about sixty-three and a half pounds if you're nasty."

"Are you kidding!? Well no wonder you're tired! You're lugging around an added half-of-you! You aren't ready for that! We never managed to fill you up that much! Honey, I know you're excited to try all these kinky things, but you gotta ease yourself into it. If you dive in hard like this, you're gonna get hurt." the squirrel said as he slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling the bunny closer to support her.

"Hey... go big or go home, right?" she asked, grinning up at him, "I'm not too late to take you up on the offer am I?"

"No," Piat said with a sigh as he groped her belly again, "I wasn't expecting to have to take this too, but if I can fit Hemlock in me, this shouldn't be any problem. I'm just glad I told you a time earlier than I actually leave for work today. I wasn't sure you'd be your usual 'punctual' self."

It was a playful little jab at the bunny. She did have a tendency to get carried away with her work and lose track of time, just like she had today. Thankfully, it hadn't caused an issue this time. She sighed and leaned in against the squirrel, enjoying his comforting embrace. But really she wanted him to keep rubbing her stomach, maybe go a little lower.

"I set multiple alarms for myself. I missed the first two because I was... occupied. But I'm here now. Is Hemlock busy?" Ginger asked.

"He's in the shower, and he'll probably be there for another ten minutes. If we hurry, we can get this done. But then I need to get out the door as soon as we're situated. He'll get super jealous if he catches me trying to smuggle you off to work with me like I do him. Either he'll want to dive in with you, or just give me the stink eye and be cranky and passive aggressive at me for the next couple of days." Piat said.

"Hey, I don't wanna cause a problem. If he's not cool with it, then maybe we should hold off." the rabbit replied.

"Oh it's nothing. He wouldn't actually be mad for real. He'd just try to 'punish' me for leaving him out of the fun. So come on, let's get started. You said you wanted to enjoy some time in the 'ball room'." the squirrel said, lifting himself off the couch as he began unfastening his pants.

They would stretch enough to stuff himself back into, even if he had his lupine boyfriend squirming about in his sac. Ginger would be no problem at all. And they had discussed the matter quite a lot in the month or so that the three of them had become an unofficial trio. Though likely the unofficial part was going to be dropped in the near future. After all, the bunny had been enjoying spelunking around inside both squirrel and wolf, sometimes alone, sometimes with company.

"Okay, if you're sure it won't be a problem, and this won't either." Ginger said with a grin as she gave her tummy a slap.

As soon as she did, she moaned and her eyes crossed. Oh good lord why did -that- have to feel so good!? It was as if anything she did to her belly triggered a powerful, visceral pleasure response. She was certainly okay with that, but it did mean she was going to have to be careful in the future. She didn't want to end up making a mess in her shorts, at least any more than she already did.

The squirrel slipped his pants down to his ankles then stepped out of them before helping his rabbit 'girlfriend' out of her clothing. For a brief moment, he admired the logo on the shirt, grinning at it as he remembered going to see that film.

"'Toxin' huh? I'll bet that was fun to work on, all those goo effects with the alien symbiote." Piat said.

"Yeah, fun to work on, but it looks like folks had mixed opinions on it." the rabbit replied.

"Well, Hemlock and I really enjoyed it, even if it wasn't the most amazing, super, incredible, best movie ever. It was still fun. It entertained, and that's all that really matters when it comes down to it." the squirrel said, wanting to make sure she didn't feel discouraged by the reviews from the public.

"Honey, it's sweet that you're trying to help me feel better about a movie I worked on, but I've worked on some stinkers before. It's just how it is. You can't tell how a movie's gonna do while you're in the middle of making it. And everything I've heard about the bad ones, they always have positive things to say about the special effects, so that's my silver lining," the rabbit said, taking her turn to comfort her 'boyfriend', "Now c'mon. Get me in those nuts."

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Thirsty bunny." Piat said with a chuckle.

The squirrel massaged his already stiff length, working to prepare it for what it was about to do. Seeing the rabbit so swollen, and clearly enjoying it, had helped get him on the way there. Thinking about the prospect had helped too. But here he was, needing to perform. It didn't take much coaxing to get himself feeling 'in the mood'. He stepped in closer and reached out with his free paw, guiding Ginger's head towards his groin. She had felt this sensation before, usually just before slipping the sizable beast down her throat. Now, the situation was reversed.

The rabbit leaned in and gave the already drooling spire a quick little kiss, then a lick. The act forced a shudder up through the chef. He chuckled and ruffled the lady's head-fur, appreciating the attention. He gave his member a squeeze and inhaled sharply but briefly as he pressed the bunny's nose against the opening. Ginger closed her eyes, trying to keep herself composed for the duration. In times past when she had been swallowed, or stuffed under a tail, or back into the squirrel's rather cozy womb, she had gotten up the nerve to have a bit of fun on the trip in. Usually it was a good series of squirms and struggles to really make one of her boys moan. This time, it was an entirely new experience. That meant she wanted to be cooperative, at least until she learned how best to make it interesting without being difficult. Then again, difficult could be interesting too

Piat arched his back a little as it began. All his practice with Hemlock had made the act of engulfing someone smaller so much easier. In one, smooth, fluid stroke, his shaft bulged as it completely swallowed up the bunny's entire head. It surprised the both of them, Ginger a good deal more. She had expected it to be a more gradual and challenging process. After years of doing the same thing with a much larger 'meal', the squirrel found he could make short work of the bunny. It brought a grin to his muzzle as he pushed forward.

A pair of shoulders were slurped up greedily by the throbbing mass, sent into the same, slimy, heated tube Ginger's head was lodged in. The scent of the squirrel was overwhelmingly powerful, filling the bunny's nostrils. Something about that was deeply enticing to her. She shivered and grinned her usual little goofy grin when she was experiencing something she was enjoying. The next 'swallow' tugged her chest in and she felt that slick, hot passage suddenly squeeze in against her breasts, coating them in the clear ooze that was dribbling out of Piat all over her. It brought a moan to her lips, her erect nipples dragging against the flesh of her 'boyfriend's shaft. The squirrel could feel those firm little points, prompting him to reach down and stroke along the underside of his length.

There, he felt the shape of the rabbit distending his rod, able to pick out surprisingly fine details. He zeroed in on her chest and massaged the lovely swells stretching him. This brought a louder moan from the partially-consumed bunny. She began to squirm, actively trying to push herself deeper. And the act brought Piat's member to her belly. It was a familiar gradient, though less pronounced than he was used to. He loved Hemlock's big, round tummy. It was great for snuggling against, and it was marvelous feeling it being shoved into him. And of course, it was quite lovely to find himself underneath that plush fur, making that big, purple gut even bigger. So now that he had another tummy to enjoy, though only proportionally similar, he took his time in appreciating it.

The progress suddenly turned somewhat slow. The squirrel gradually worked his way down that great, bloated swell, rocking his hips as gently as possible to urge the warm, sloshing tummy into him little by little. Inside, the instant Ginger began to feel attention being paid to her stomach, her eyes crossed again. Maybe it was actually a stroke of good fortune that she had given herself no time to empty herself out before coming over. She had anticipated this to be an interesting experience at least. Now, she was shifting her priorities around, already trying to think of ways to improve her design so that she could leave it in longer. She would need to build up her legs to be able to carry the weight better, but that could be handled.

A low, lust-filled groan sounded from the squirrel's crotch. He could feel Ginger's head pressing right at the base of his shaft, threatening to emerge into the musky chamber below that awaited her. That vocalization gave his loins reason to tremble, and it made him weak in the knees. Slowly, that lovely bulge of a stomach was pulled in, feeling the rabbit's navel rub strongly against the incredibly tender flesh within the moist, sticky passage. In twice the amount of time it took for Piat to get from the rabbit's head to the start of that belly, he managed to reach the base of it, feeling his shaft wrapped around the girl's hips. His rod was so heavy now, carrying all that weight from Ginger's experimentation. He cupped his paws under it, trying to hoist his shaft upward. With gravity's help, the bunny began to slide downward more quickly, which left him to groan himself.

The rabbit felt her world up-end, all while she found herself being shoved face first into a small lake of seed. She sputtered and tried to wag her head about to find a pocket of air. All the attention to her stomach had made it difficult to think clearly. The rhythmic squeezing of the squirrel's shaft left her mashing her thighs together, rubbing them about as she fought to shove a paw to her petals. How was it that she had managed to have so many orgasms already today, and still be driven to yet another one? It had to be the boys; they were having a profound influence on her. That was all that made sense.

A gurgle filled the bunny's ears as her shoulders and chest spilled into the seed-filled sac, letting her start to curl up inside. Piat could feel his scrotum bulge with her presence, shuddering in satisfaction knowing that the best was yet to come. All that weight from her belly squeezed into him, dangling between his legs, bouncing against his thighs as he walked. Oh this was going to be a marvelously stimulating shift at work. He pressed a palm against the soles of the rabbit's feet-paws, shoving her in until her ankles were kissed by the head of his rod, then, with a firm jerk of his own making, Piat tugged those into himself as well.

The various lumps and bulges running down the underside of the squirrel's shaft quickly slipped further towards his sac. That weighty tummy was especially enjoyable as it passed into the waiting pouch. He felt her legs glide in to join the rest of her, and he sighed, stroking his length as he relished the added mass between his legs. He settled on the sofa and looked down as his scrotum dangled over the edge, reaching perhaps halfway to the floor. Oh that weight was indeed as glorious as he had hoped. Sure, it wasn't on the order that Hemlock provided, but then it was a relatively small package, and it still packed a punch.

"Ahhh, there you go. All better?" Piat asked, giving his scrotum a pat.

Inside, Ginger turned herself about, finding it challenging with her stomach as large and heavy as it was. It didn't help that the walls were far more yielding and stretched far easier than when she was tucked into someone's middle. All that wriggling about certainly was pleasing the squirrel, so she took some comfort in that. Eventually though, she did manage to 'sit up' in the sauna of spunk that was Piat's sac. She panted softly, then returned a paw to her folds, quickly trying to finish the job that the massage on her stomach had started.

"It's... different. Not bad different... but certainly different. I don't know how you fit Hemlock in here, but I'd pay money to see that." Ginger said.

"I bet you would," Piat replied, "Now, you go ahead and get comfy, Ginny. I need to get dressed again and get out the door."

The squirrel stood up, trying to ignore the now gentler squirms between his legs. He stepped back into his pants, right where he left them on the floor, and reached down to begin pulling them up. As he brought them up his legs, he situated himself in such a way that his heavily bloated sac would land right where it needed to for him to pack everything in. With a bit of adjustment and work, the squirrel managed to stretch his black work pants over the great bulge. He snickered seeing how far his 'girlfriend' made the fabric tent, still able to see vague, faint movement through the cloth.

"Okay, I can feel that you've got your pants on. It's a tighter fit in here now. Makes it a little easier to change positions. You're not uncomfortable are you?" Ginger asked.

"Oh honey, I've worked a full twelve hour shift with Hemlock swinging around in there. That was torture, not being able to jack off while he was teasing me almost the whole time. But I loved it. Kind of like work-mandated orgasm denial. I made the biggest mess ever when I finally got home and I could actually take care of it. Hemlock refused to come out until the next morning." Piat explained.

"Sounds like you two really enjoy all this kinky stuff. I can see why. It's pretty great." the rabbit replied.

"Yeah, now if you'll forgive me, I need to get out the door before-"

Piat froze as he turned to see the chubby, purple wolf standing in the way of the front door, his arms crossed in that sort of unhappy that the squirrel had predicted.

"Before what? Before I find out? Are you actually trying to smuggle our cute little bunny out the door without taking me with you too? Honey... I'm hurt." Hemlock said, the tone of his voice suggesting feigned seriousness.

"Honey, please... can we talk about this after I get back? I need to get on the road." Piat said.

"You've got time to play with your boyfriend, at least a little. If she gets to play with you, then so do I." the purple wolf said, stepping in closer, gently poking the squirrel in the chest with an outstretched finger.

Piat sighed, realizing he wasn't going to get out of this one so easily. Better to go ahead and offer some kind of concession and get it over with so he could be on his way as soon as possible.

"Alright, alright. I gotta take care of my wolf. I get it. How do you want it? Should I bend over?" the squirrel asked, already beginning to unfasten his pants.

He didn't get an answer. Instead, the purple wolf dropped onto his knees and reached forward, shoving his boyfriend's paws out of the way to open his pants for him. As soon as the squirrel's throbbing, aching, drooling shaft was exposed, Hemlock wrapped his muzzle around it. His broad, wet tongue ran up the whole of the spire, making the chef tip his head back and rest a paw between the wolf's ears.

A violet set of fingers began to dig around inside the squirrel's pants, fondling the ridiculously oversized swell pushing out against his chest. He wanted to get a feel for the weight of his boyfriend's sac with the bunny sloshing around in it. There was quite a bit of heft there, and he was curious about it. The rabbit was a lot heavier than he remembered her being. He would get an answer as to why soon enough, but first, he had to finish his job. So he continued to massage his squirrel, slurping rapidly, greedily over the shaft he had come to know so well.

Piat tried to slow his lover down, his breath quickening as both paws came to hold the wolf's skull. He wasn't going to last long, not with the stimulation from Ginger and the expert efforts of Hemlock. After a few moments of fighting, he simply gave in, thinking 'screw it, let him have his way, the baby'. A cry of elation sounded through the apartment and a hearty blast of seed gushed into the back of Hemlock's throat. The wolf shoved his muzzle down on the pulsing rod as firmly as he could, feeling the head bury itself in his throat. He gulped hungrily as he felt the meaty thing spasm in his grasp. Then came a sizable bulge, one that forced the lupine's jaws to stretch quite strongly.

It almost made Hemlock gag, but then he quickly realized what was happening. It was precisely what he was trying to bring about. Ginger was being shot into his mouth and down his gullet. He grinned and let his maw spread around the swelling shaft, able to hear and feel the bunny's moans as her head was pushed into him. He swallowed to ensure she would be gripped and dragged inward as soon as she was free of his boyfriend's gluttonous shaft. He felt her chest flow over his tongue, then came a rather large lump he wasn't expecting. Had he spent so long in the shower that he had given them both a chance to fill her up before she was swallowed by the pulsing rod in his throat?

The bunny's middle was squeezed on again, making her cry out anew. This time, Ginger had managed to keep one paw between her thighs as she was forced to shift about. She plunged her fingers deep into her canal, working around the rubber tubing still folded up inside her. It didn't take much more effort for her to end up soaking her thighs again. Granted, they were already completely drenched, just in Piat's cum.

There was a moment where Hemlock wasn't sure this had been so wise an idea, but then the pressure behind the bunny forced her into his throat. He couldn't complain anymore at that point. She slipped the rest of the way out of Piat's shaft, leaving the squirrel trembling. Ginger's voice was restrained but still audible through the layers of wolf pudge and fur now wrapped up around her. The bunny landed in Hemlock's stomach with a very wet, very sticky bounce. That bounce gave the wolf reason to yelp, or at least as close to it as he could given the fact that his throat was still occupied. His gut surged outward, showing a great deal of girth being added. A paw began to roam over the squirming mass, making his own length come quickly to attention.

Inside, the bunny was trying to right herself again. Her entire form was completely sopping with thick, viscous ooze that had soaked into every inch of her skin. She shuddered as she turned to sit herself upright again, trembling and weak from all the exertion of what she had been through so far today.

Hemlock huffed and pulled his muzzle back, going slow to make sure he licked his boyfriend clean. Piat whimpered as he felt the warmth of that loving cavern slide off him. He was also displeased that he was to be denied the naughty fun he and Ginger had planned. There was no time for him to fish her out of his wolf's greedy gut, which was now considerably larger. The purple fellow pulled off his boyfriend completely and nuzzled up under the now well-spent shaft, kissing it tenderly.

"There we go... your wolf is happy. You can go to work now." Hemlock said, slowly pulling away to let the squirrel tuck himself in and depart.

"Evil wolf. Ruining our plans. I'm gonna have to punish you for this later." Piat said as he tried to get out the door, already feeling like he was running terribly late.

"Mmm, yes... later, no time to do it now." the dark violet lupine said as he ran his paws over his well-swollen gut.

"Since you have her, make sure you take care of her while I'm gone. She's... in a bit of a state." Piat said.

"Don't worry, I've got her and she's gonna be just fine." Hemlock replied, giving his bunny-stuffed middle a firm pat.

The door was closed and the wolf climbed to his paws and waddled his way over to the couch, pondering sitting down and watching a little television. But then he realized he had something he needed to take care of first. The extra-fat wolf returned to the bedroom, collected his laptop, then returned to the couch. He eased down into a seated posture, knowing that just flopping down onto a cheap couch with so much weight likely would break it. He opened his laptop and began tapping away at the keyboard, working on his latest article. It was due in a couple of hours and he wanted to get it sent out as soon as he could.

"Greedy wolf. Piat and I had been talking about that for days." Ginger said, giving the churning walls squeezing in against her a firm kick.

The lupine grunted and chuckled, enjoying her spirit.

"Yeah, without me. Trying to sneak around behind my back like a pair of sneaky sneakers. I knew you two were up to something," Hemlock replied, then turned his attention from his work to his stomach, giving it a gentle squeeze, "He said you're in a state. Everything alright, honey?"

The bunny sighed as she received genuine concern from her other 'boyfriend'. He could be terribly sweet. At least when he wasn't being a complete brat. It wasn't the way she wanted to spend the day, but it was certainly one of the better outcomes, especially considering it could have been her and her alone in the other apartment. Without their urgings to help her try new things, she'd never have built the bladder currently keeping her stretched and sloshing about.

"I'm alright, just a little occupied. You remember I was talking about tinkering with something from one of the movies I worked on earlier in the year?" Ginger asked.

"Does it have anything to do with why you feel like you sat on Piat's dick and rode him raw?" Hemlock shot back with a grin.

"It does, and I'm finding it's a pretty great little gadget. Lemme tell you all about it. In fact, if you want, you can go back to my place and find my camera. I filmed the whole experiment." the rabbit answered.

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