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There were only five coffee shops in town. Thankfully, they were all unique enough that it was easy to figure out which one was being referenced as described. Cora sat in a small booth in the back, away from the other locals as he waited. It was a slightly tight squeeze, what with Dezzy still curled up in his middle. And it was more than just a little awkward given the sizable bulge stretching the bull's pants. Anders and Wray were behaving at least. The motion tended to draw a few stares when they got riled up.

At least they had the courtesy to pay attention to what their 'dad' was up to, such as when he was in public. Dezzy had schooled the two boys on bovine interior etiquette, letting them know first and foremost that it was impolite to make the big fellow leave a puddle behind when he got out of his seat in public. At home was another matter. They all tried their best to tease and tickle the big cow while in private. And he adored all three of them for it.

It had been two weeks since the llama and alpaca had slipped into Cora's sac. He had borne the burden quite well, and with no small degree of zeal. There had been discussions about the two just staying in there full time, much like Dezzy had arranged just a little further up. Of course, the notion of evacuating everyone when the weather warmed up sat ill with the bull. He had grown so used to the trio that he was back on his temptation of trying to convince everyone to stay rather than leave. But then spring was still several months away. And he had another matter to address first.

As the big fellow sat quietly at his table, he sipped his coffee, tapped away on his tablet, and waited. What he was waiting for, or rather who, was in regards to an ad he had in the local paper that he had replied to. The interested party seeking lodging had seemed quite eager to speak once they had managed to get in touch. The fellow who had put out the ad had been a little slow to reply, but only because he was still in the process of adjusting to life in a place so far north. The long nights and exceptionally short 'days'--if they could even be called that--had really played havoc with his internal clock.

It was a common issue among newcomers. Cora didn't hold it against him. However, he didn't like the idea of staying out too terribly much later. The temperature was already pretty frigid and it was only going to get colder when the cloud cover vanished. Just the sort of thing that promised a deep chill overnight.

"Just a large coffee please." said a voice Cora did not recognize.

The town was small enough that he had been able to essentially meet everyone. This new voice he wasn't familiar with caught his attention and brought him to turn and look. What he found was a red dragon, or at least what of the creature was visible appeared red. He was wrapped up in a thick layer of insulating clothing. He clearly didn't care for the cold. Even with so much on, it wasn't difficult to piece together the sort of build hiding under so much cover. He was slim of build and at least a full head shorter than Cora himself. The bull was fairly tall, so it put the crimson scaled fellow solidly above average for height.

"Torakas?" the bovine called out experimentally.

If he was right, then this dragon was who he had come to meet. The newcomer turned at the sound of his voice, spotted the bull, and waved. His muzzle pulled into a wide smile as he acknowledged the big fellow in the back. He was served his beverage of warmth and hurried over to the booth where his contact was waiting patiently.

"Yes! That's me! Hi! You must be Cora!" the dragon said.

"That's me. Still having trouble getting used to how things work up here in the frozen north?" the bull asked with a grin, gesturing for the drake to take a seat.

The red fellow did exactly that, shimmying into the side of the booth opposite Cora.

"Yeah, still getting used to it alright. I didn't think it would mess with me near as much as it does. How long does it take to get used to it?" the dragon asked.

"A week or so," the bull explained, "Do you go by Torakas or do you have a nickname you prefer?"

"I go by Torakas, but you can just call me Tora if you prefer. It's a little easier to roll off the tongue for people only just meeting me for the first time," the red drake explained, "You said you had an opening for lodging? I'm guessing you're a landlord and you've got an apartment for rent?"

It was Cora's turn to smile wide. He leaned back in his seat and gave his rotund belly a gentle pat.

"Something like that. Since you're originally from warmer climates, I'm curious how much you know about how things work this far north. I'm guessing you've got some idea how we like to keep warm up here." the bull said.

A soft blush spread across Tora's cheeks, almost invisible thanks to the dragon's hide.

"Well, I mean... studies show that people do have a specific activity they like to engage in when the seasons change and it gets chilly out. All for the sake of getting warm of course. There's a reason why there are so many August and September births." Tora said, sounding nervous, or perhaps flustered.

The bull chuckled, finding the reaction endearing.

"Not quite what I intended. We tend to keep warm by burning wood, pellets, or heating oil. However, there is a little of what you described that goes on. Probably more than just a little. Does that bother you?" the bovine fellow asked.

"Oh, um... no, not at all. I can't say it does," the dragon said, quickly seeking a different subject so he wouldn't feel quite so awkward, "Do you have any other tenants?"

"I think of them more as roommates, even family, rather than tenants. But yes. There is my husband, Dezzy, and my two very good friends Anders and Wray. They have been very interested to meet with you ever since I found your ad in the paper. From what I understand so far, I think you might make an excellent addition to our little household." Cora said.

The whole time they had been speaking, the bull had let his imagination get the better of him. He was picturing slipping this cute red fellow in with Dezzy and enjoying an even larger belly. He always did have a bit of a soft spot for those of the scaled variety. They always needed additional warmth in the winter, and that usually meant cuddling. Or in Dezzy's case, a long-term occupancy under his sweater. The thought of adding a second to his womb gave his pants reason to strain more than they already were.

The tension that brought gave Anders and Wray reason to squirm. Their movement made the big bull hum quietly, and hastened the tightening in his thick, heroically stretched trousers. They were actively making the situation worse by contributing to his reason to be aroused.

"Well, I would like to meet them. And... well... I wouldn't mind the chance to get warmer." Tora said, still blushing quite powerfully.

The short back and forth had gone in a direction neither had expected. Though with what Cora had in mind, he wasn't that surprised. The dragon meanwhile was squirming softly in his seat, sipping on his coffee between his turns to speak. He had taken what had been said as greater interest than just housing. He was sure to end up more than a little surprised by the reality of what the bull was intending.

"Well, why don't we head back to my house? I can introduce you to my little family and we can discuss what you're looking for in lodging. And of course, I'll make sure you don't have to worry about staying warm." Cora said, not intending that to come off nearly as sexually charged as it did.

Maybe the fact that he was hauling three people around inside him had provided an interesting shift in how his mind worked. It was difficult to not think about the tingling that ran through him whenever he walked, or whenever his boys squirmed. That might have something to do with why he frequently thought about heading back to the shower and letting them push him to climax all over again. And now there was this handsome red fellow. It was difficult to not picture him naked.

"O-o-okay." Tora said, smiling sheepishly.

Back in warmer climates, he had not been nearly as successful in soliciting interest in intimacy. Maybe it was the fact it was so cold this far north, or perhaps it was a lack of available options, but he was beginning to picture what it might be like to bed down with the big bovine he had come to meet. There was surely no reason to be concerned about something going wrong, not in a town so small that everyone knew everyone. It was perhaps a naive thought, but Cora seemed nice enough.

The two climbed out from the booth, the bull needing a little extra time to do so. He was still quite large after all, on top of being pregnant and packing two sizable passengers against his thighs. As soon as the dragon caught sight of just how expansive the bull's tummy was--as well as the enormous bulge of his crotch--he started to feel just ever so slightly faint. Images swirled in his mind about just what could be found under those trousers, and if it might be used on him.

The trip from the coffee shop to Cora's house was relatively brief. He had picked that particular shop because he liked the way they made their coffee and its close proximity to home. It meant it wouldn't have to spend terribly long in the biting cold of polar winter. Tora huddled in against the bull, held there by a thick, powerful arm that guided him. He had been questioning if he had read the bovine right so far, and the arm seemed to confirm it for him. They arrived and shut the door behind them. Cora moved immediately to begin adjusting the temperature in the house so that it was a bit warmer than he might find comfortable. After all, he had a guest to treat to his hospitality.

"So, this is home. It's small, but it's cozy and it's mine. I don't owe anything on it, no liens against it, everything is in good condition. Two bedroom, one bath, full sized kitchen, living room, and even a study off down the hall. It doesn't get much use. There's a basement for storage and utility but I wouldn't spend much time down there if you don't care for the cold." Cora explained.

"It's a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" the dragon asked.

"Dezzy and I moved in together five years ago. Anders and Wray joined about this time last year." the bull said.

That fired up a thought that had not occurred to the drake until that moment. He frowned a little and began looking around.

"Are your roommates not home? And... if it's only two bedroom, and there are four of you, how are the rooms arranged? Are Anders and Wray a couple like you and Dezzy?" Tora asked.

"They are a couple, yeah. And they had been taking the second bedroom until a couple of weeks ago. Now, they're somewhere that doesn't have quite the problem with being drafty." the bull said, then chuckled and reached down past his gravid tummy and fondled the expansive swell of his groin.

Tora's eyes widened as he put everything together and found himself tempted to reach out and caress that bulge. He could even see it shifting about. Did he really have two of his roommates trapped in his pants like that? Was it just under the fabric, or was there something more to it?

"They're... in there?" the dragon asked, lifting a paw to point at the slowly churning mass.

"That's right," the bull said with another chuckle, "They got sick of the cold when we were trying to ration heating pellets, and they got jealous of Dezzy's 'deluxe accommodations'. So they decided they wanted to get in on the whole 'use Cora as a hibernation getaway' concept."

The bovine gave his tummy a fond groping just before a lump in the indistinct shape of what was clearly a paw pushed out from the smooth, round orb, then melted back into the almost perfectly spherical dome. Cora rumbled quietly and pressed his own palm over the site, clearly fond of the sensation of his husband pushing out from under his fur.

"Hold on!" Tora cried, his eyes so wide they looked like they might fall out of his head, "You've got all three of your roommates inside you!?"

"Yup!" the bull said brightly, "Wanna feel?"

He didn't really need to ask. The dragon was already stepping in close enough to press against the big, warm bulk of the hospitable bull. His arms reached out to wrap as far around the vast tummy as he could reach. He didn't get anywhere near being able to have his paws meet behind Cora's back. That was just fine for both of them. The big bovine just chuckled and rest one of his thick, heavy palms against the suddenly affectionate lizard's shoulders. He sighed contentedly and let him linger there as long as he might like.

"I didn't know this was an option," Tora said, "Do I get to pick where I stay? Which bedroom... or... did you plan on something more like what they've got going on?"

"Well, that depends," Cora said, then lowered his gaze to peer at his tummy, "Dezzy honey, what do you think? Do you approve of this one?"

"If he's as cute as he sounds, and as eager as his hug makes him seem, then yeah, I wouldn't mind shaking up with him in here. Just keep in mind, you remember what happened the last time you tried to deal with two people in here." the hidden monitor lizard replied, pushing out against the hugging dragon.

"Mmm, yeah. It was pretty great. But it made getting anything done pretty tough. I think I could handle it this time, but only if we set some ground rules, like 'active hours' and stuff like that." Cora said.

"I can work with that." Dezzy said.

"Active hours? Tough to get anything done?" the red dragon asked, "Just how much are you enjoying having them inside you?"

"A lot. More than I can put into words," the bull replied, "Now, you said you were interested in getting warm. Why don't we do something about that, and we can discuss living arrangements? It sounds like you're interested in accepting my offer."

"I... I'm interested in learning more." Tora said, blushing quite powerfully.

The swollen bovine nodded and guided him to sit on the sofa. While the dragon got comfortable there, Cora went about making the room a little cozier. He started up a fire in the small hearth, crouching in front of it with his legs splayed quite wide. He needed to, thanks to his gravid tummy and the enormous bulge in his pants, both of which sagged down towards the floor. It was rather eye-catching for the dragon. He had a difficult time keeping from staring. That was part of why the bull had done it. He hoped it would be an enticing sight.

Once the fire was going and throwing its heat out into the smallish living room, the bull moved to sit next to the red fellow he had invited in. Without any real ceremony or hesitation, Cora draped an arm around his guest's shoulders and pulled him in close. Were he a cat, he would have purred. The red drake took care of that for him. The scaled fellow leaned in against the tall, muscular beast, accepting the offer of close contact more readily than either had assumed would be happening tonight. It was a rather quick move. Tora rest his head against the bull's chest, then reached across his front, draping an arm over the large, round dome hiding the occupant within.

"Is this how you are with all your roommates?" the dragon asked, "Before they disappear into you, that is?"

Cora chuckled and gave the red fellow a gentle squeeze in his thick, powerful arm. It had been a while since last he had managed to enjoy cuddling with Dezzy. Anders and Wray didn't seem to mind engaging, but they ended up with somewhat different schedules, as well as tolerances for cold. He was appreciating the casual-yet-intimate contact.

"When I can get it. What can I say? I'm a hugger." the bull said.

"I don't mind." Tora replied.

The two sat in silence for a while. The dragon ran his palm slowly across the sizable gut trapped under a thick sweater. He wanted to slip his fingers in under the fabric and feel the muscle and fur wrapped around the bull's husband. He was fascinated by it all. Cora was able to pick up on his interest. Daring to grow just a little bolder, the bovine lowered his head and pressed his nose against the top of his new friend's skull. He left behind a little kiss, letting him know he was indeed welcome to stay if he so chose. It was tempting to grab a blanket and drape it over the smaller, scaled fellow and help keep him even warmer. But then that might get in the way of what could potentially come next.

As soon as Tora received the little sign of affection from the generous and doting bull, he curled himself up more tightly, pressing in against the bigger fellow's side. He was incredibly warm, even through his clothing, and the dragon wanted to bask in that heat. He wanted to return the affection as well. So, deciding to be a little bolder himself, Tora sat himself up, tugged on the bovine's sweater, and shoved his head in underneath. From there, he began wriggling his way upwards along Cora's front. It surprised the bull, but he didn't try to stop the dragon. He found it rather amusing in fact.

In only a few precious moments, Tora's head popped out of the collar of the big fellow's sweater. Both of his arms were wrapped as far around the bulbous tummy he was now pinned rather strongly against. The squeeze of the fabric holding him against Cora felt remarkably lovely. It was nicer than he anticipated it would be, both because of how warm he was now, and because he felt like he was being pinned there, held in place by the garment he had slipped into. The bull just chuckled and wrapped both of his arms around the dragon, then dipped his head a bit. This time, he intended to plant a kiss in a more personal spot than just on top of his head.

Their lips met, holding together ever so gently for a few moments. It was enough to make Tora squirm just ever so softly. Then the bull's arms wrapped around him. Those mighty limbs added to the confinement of his sweater, holding the red fellow in place. A quiet moan escaped from Tora. He couldn't help but love what was happening. The kiss slowly grew more passionate. Their lips parted, not that they pulled away, but that they allowed one another to explore the world beyond. Tongues danced slowly about. Cora tested the waters of his new 'boyfriend' and eased his way deeper, slipping past his teeth. When he was met with no resistance, he slowly circled around the dragon's tongue. He could feel the inside of the red fellow's muzzle, stroking along the roof of his mouth, even the back of his teeth.

Tora's fingers ran through the short, surprisingly dense fur covering the bovine's strong frame. He had put on some weight since Dezzy took up residence inside him. Part of it was additional muscle that had built up from carrying around the added mass. Part of it was because he was eating for two; though somehow, now he was eating for four, even though no one in the group could quite figure out how that worked. In making sure all three of his passengers were fed, he might have taken to overindulging from time to time. A soft layer of pudge covered his figure, giving the firm muscle a degree of softness that Tora found terribly alluring.

Their gentle moans continued to roll through the living room as they remained locked together. They could have stayed that way for quite some time--all night in fact--and neither would have complained. But, there was something greater both had in mind, and as pleasant as the moment was, they wished to press on. The dragon retreated first, needing to finally surface for air. The whole affair had left him just a little dizzy. Cora meanwhile was still just as levelheaded as ever. He grinned down at the red drake, giving him a gentle pat on the back to help sooth him.

"Doin' alright?" he asked.

"Yeah... just... yeah," the crimson fellow said as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths, "That was... really great."

"I agree. The way I see it, the room is yours if you want it. Though, I kinda get the feeling you have elsewhere in mind." Cora said, his grin never fading.

Tora had been caught red handed. He had shown his interest for the unusual practice going on just under the bull's fur. He wanted to know more about it all, even though he felt awkward trying to ask anything. No one out in public had shown any sign that what he was doing was considered undesirable or detestable. Yet there was still a curious sense of taboo about it, like it was some sort of forbidden fruit and that made it all that much more appealing.

"I... I was wondering a few things about this." the dragon said, giving the bulky dome he was pinned against a good squeeze.

As he did, the orb of muscle, fat, and hidden lizard came to life. Dezzy squirmed away within Cora, making the bull close his eyes and rumble in satisfaction. Then a pair of paw-prints pushed their way out from the ordinarily mostly-smooth dome. They cupped in against the dragon's sides, largely ineffective in trying to grab and hold him, but it did catch the red fellow's attention. He shivered and his tail twitched as he felt the hidden occupant try to reach out and detain him.

"Mmm, looks like the hubby's interested too. What's on your mind?" Cora asked.

"Well," the dragon said, suddenly sheepish about what he wanted to ask, "I just... you said you were really enjoying carrying all three of them. Like, -really- enjoying it. Does that mean you've--you know--made a mess... because of them?"

The bull chuckled and moved to rest a palm against the back of the red drake's head, guiding him to press a cheek against the broad, firm chest in front of him. No resistance came from the act as Tora allowed himself to be cradled in such a tender way.

"If you're asking if I've jacked off because of them, yeah, I enjoy it all enough to wake up rock hard, and sometimes I stay that way all day long," Cora explained, "Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered since you've got two down underneath, if while you were... taking care of business... did you ever accidentally let one or both of them out?" the dragon asked, looking terribly embarrassed about his intense fascination in the subject.

The bull didn't show any sign of being derisive or dismissive. He just shook his head and smiled.

"Nope! Not once! And it's not for lack of trying. Eventually, I got to where I was actually trying to see if I could let them out at all. I got one up and out. Then I managed to get the other. That didn't last terribly long. They both wanted back in as soon as I could handle it. And I wanted them back in too. That was pretty early on in their stay. They've been stowed in there for almost two weeks straight at this point, and I don't see them coming out again anytime soon." Cora said.

"Wow." Tora said in awe.

He couldn't imagine what it must have been like. Not only did the bull successfully stuff two full grown boys into his sac, but he had carried them for that long. And in the brief time they had managed to escape, all parties involved desperately wanted to return to the state they had enjoyed before that escape. Cora was greedy, or at least he was protective. The dragon liked to imagine him as being greedy, not giving up his 'prisoners' when they could supply him with what amounted to endless pleasure. It stirred something in the red fellow, making him want to explore something. Just how good was this bull at making sure his captives stayed put?

Tora began to slip down out of the bovine's embrace, and out from under his sweater. For a moment, Cora thought perhaps something had been said that offended the dragon. Then he felt his little claws working away at the clasp and zipper holding back the bulging flesh where Anders and Wray were stored. It didn't take much effort to expose the bull's semi-firm length, and it didn't take much more effort to see it come to full attention. The dragon was clearly an expert at the practice.

Since they were moving on to a slightly more advanced phase in the relationship, Cora reached down past his impressive gut and began fondling the trapped swells that the drake was so eager to uncover. With a series of moans and grunts, the monstrously bloated sac was pulled free. With the pressure relieved, Anders and Wray began to squirm anew. Their forms were easier to make out compared to Dezzy's. Likely it was because there was a thicker wall of bull to get through around his middle. Still, both vast, plump orbs stayed mostly globular, only showing a few odd distentions and lumps that moved about.

Tora was hypnotized by the churning motion. He wrapped his arms around the flesh connecting scrotum to groin and nuzzled into the bull's mighty, throbbing shaft. He ran his tongue up along the underside as he showered it in affection. There was no reason to hold back now. All pretense was dropped, and both dragon and bovine were quite pleased to get past it. A quiet moo came as the larger fellow settled in where he was seated. His legs were forced apart even further than normal thanks to the presence of a third pressed in between his thighs. Lips found their way to the drooling, rounded head, and the two were locked together once again. This time, it was a very different sort of kiss.

For a few moments, Cora sat there, his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa. He was just enjoying the experience. It wasn't often someone could actually fit his member into their jaws. And that was in the rare instances that he could snag someone to be intimate with. The big bull was the only one in the house that wasn't balled up inside someone, somewhere. That meant he had been relegated to self-appreciation. It wasn't something he lamented, but gracious getting another to assist was a lovely little luxurious rarity. And the dragon was just so damned eager. He was mouthing the end of the dark rod, slipping his tongue into the sticky, heated tube that had already claimed two 'victims'. Then Tora started to undress.

There had been no need to remove his lips from the bull's mammoth spire. He had worn a button down sweater and a similar shirt underneath. It was convenient in that regard, but somewhat inconvenient in that it meant he was underdressed for the intense chill of a far north winter. Now, he didn't seem to mind. He had a big, strong bull in his throat who would no doubt be more than happy to help warm him up whenever he wanted. Cora was certainly willing to accommodate.

The insistent exploration of the musky tunnel that promised to devour anyone who might be lucky enough to seek its favor made the bovine wonder just what the dragon was up to. He had sounded more interested in meeting Dezzy at first. Now, he was putting up quite a fuss about the alternate accommodations. Was it just foreplay? Or was he actually changing his mind about his destination? It didn't much matter to the bull. He was just enjoying himself. But regardless of where the dragon actually wanted to be shoved, Cora was going to be the one doing the driving. The first time Anders and Wray had slipped in, they had been the instigators. The second time, the bovine had done it to them.

If Tora was so interested in sliding in to say hello to the boys downstairs, then the bull was going to make sure he got his chance. Cora reached down and began to stroke along the back of the red drake's neck. Just pushing now would shove his jaws further down onto the pulsing shaft. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it did get in the way of what he was after. So, the gentle coaxing was the chosen path. It got enough of the dragon's attention to make him pull back a short ways, just far enough to be able to remove the enormous shaft from his lips.

"Is everything okay? I hope I'm not coming on too strong." Tora said.

The bull didn't answer. Instead, he pushed on the back of his head. It was a sharp gesture, meant to catch the scaled fellow off guard before he could react. The red one's muzzle was suddenly trapped in the thick, rigid spire he had only just been suckling on. Tora's eyes rolled back in his head as he came to realize what was happening and just fell limp. Cora meanwhile intended to go further. He grunted and pressed against the drake. It sank him in up to his shoulders in no time. For someone who had only so much practice, the bull had become quite the authority on how to eat someone with his throbbing shaft.

The interior was just as hot and humid as Anders and Wray had found it to be. The walls squeezed and tugged on the red dragon, already trying to pull him deeper without Cora needing to assist. But he did assist. He picked the scaled fellow up and began feeding him rather eagerly into the hungry length spreading and stretching to accept its offering. The bull groaned loudly as he was made to bulge. The shape of the dragon could be seen sliding slowly down along the underside of his member, wriggling and writhing away powerfully. In only moments, the bovine had managed to pass over Tora's chest, and he was still going.

The dragon's pants and underwear were shed. Those white briefs would only get in the way. His own length had quickly hardened and was beginning to ooze its own clear moisture. Before the red fellow could do anything to address his own arousal, his hips were swallowed up in the tight grasp of Cora's masculine embrace. At least now there wasn't any real need to manually focus on the smaller rod that was now trapped inside the larger one. The dragon simply began to roll his hips, actually humping against the spongy flesh holding him in place.

Below, his head had emerged in the dark chamber where the alpaca and llama were curled up and working feverishly to pleasure one another. They had created a rather generous sloshing motion in the bull's scrotum, something Cora had come to rather adore. The bull flexed strongly, clenching up around the red dragon to keep him from pressing too much further down. This all promised to make one hell of a mess and he didn't want to have to clean it up.

With no regard for decency whatsoever, Cora climbed to his hooves, stepped out of his trousers, slipped his sweater off, and turned to make for the bathroom. All the while, he had Tora sticking out of his twitching, aching shaft. Each step saw the whole, bloated region bounce and sway, jostling not just Anders and Wray while they were mid-grind, but the dragon as well. His legs kicked and his tail lashed about in the open air. The bull hadn't even bothered to wrap a hand around the turgid spire to stop the drake's progress one direction or the other. The shaft just gripped him on its own, not letting him slide either way.

The shower was started up and Cora stood there waiting for the water to come to temperature. As he did, he rumbled deep in his chest. One palm groped at his stomach. The other was pressed against the wall for support. He let everything going on below be enough to push him towards orgasm. Tora meanwhile was already right on the verge. Everything that had happened so far was enough to leave him dizzy all over again. Then the swaying motion of being walked somewhere as though he was just another addition to the bull's form had compounded it. He humped and ground against the slick walls trapping him. He cried out again and again as he was clenched up around repeatedly. Then, the drake felt it finally hit him.

A dull, muffled roar sounded between the bull's legs as Tora came. His shaft bucked wildly against the silken passage. The small lake of seed below him where Anders and Wray were 'swimming' was suddenly added to. It wasn't enough to give the bull a visible stretch, but it was enough to be felt. The added stretch between his thighs left Cora shuddering happily. His shaft 'gulped' around the dragon, dragging him in right up to his ankles. That was where the bovine stopped everything. He wasn't going to go any further. He wanted to tease, not trap. If he let Tora slip all the way in with the boys downstairs, he might never come back out. They would lay claim to him, as would his sac. He wasn't interested in that.

The water had warmed up enough finally, so Cora stepped into the stall and began pumping one of his hands furiously over his ridiculously distended shaft. He mashed his teeth together and clenched his jaws. He was already so close he couldn't stand it. A loud bellow filled the shower and a wave of sticky white gushed from the exceptionally stimulated member. The bull had released his grip moments before it hit, letting his boys carry him the rest of the way. And just as he hoped would happen, the red dragon came flying back out. Tora landed on the floor of the shower with a wet, sticky splat. He was drenched from head to toe in bull spunk, and he was out of breath. It had been a rather turbulent few moments, but it had been a marvelous ride.

"Holy shit... that was... incredible!" the dragon shouted, his voice easily audible over the spray of the shower.

"Yeah... it was.... but I can't have you... joining those two," Cora replied, similarly breathless, "If you did... I'd never... get anything done... ever again."

"Yeah... I guess not." Tora said back.

"I need to take a rest." the bull said, then plopped himself down next to the red drake.

Immediately, the dragon scooted himself in to lean against the bovine. He even moved to slip his way into the bigger fellow's lap. Or at least how far he could get into it with such a huge tummy and bloated scrotum making things interesting. There was a quiet moment where both were working to catch their breath. Tora took the opportunity to resume his thrusts, just oh so casually grinding against the side of the bull's belly. He couldn't help but love the 'fatherly' swell. Cora had no intention of stopping him. It actually felt rather nice. There was no penetration, just flesh rubbing against flesh. The movement of the hidden lizard under his fur gave the dragon something to focus his thrusts against, and soon, there came another little cry, and a splash of white coated the side of the bull's gut.

"Sorry about that." Tora said as he crumpled in against the bovine.

"Don't be sorry, you're just enjoying yourself," Cora replied, "I'd say keep that up if you like, but you look like you're pretty tired."

"A little. Being mostly eaten by a bull dick kinda takes it outta you." the dragon said, then snickered.

"It takes a lot outta you when you're the one whose dick is doing the eating," the bovine replied, unable to keep from chuckling as the smaller red fellow began to thrust once more, slower, showing his fatigue, "Damn son, you really like my gut, don't you?"

"Yeah, I love it," Tora confessed, burying his face in against the bull's side, "I can't help it. I didn't think I'd be this turned on by it. But you've got a person in there, and they're moving around, making your belly jiggle. That's gotta be super distracting, and hard to keep from wanting to jack off to it."

"Yeah, it's pretty hard to ignore. But that's kind of why I love it so much. Dezzy's spent so much time in there he knows exactly where to press and kick to really push my buttons." Cora said.

"I'm jealous of him," the dragon said, "But... I don't have to be... right?"

"You certainly don't. In fact, we can fix that right here, right now. Are you ready to see your room?" the bull asked.

"I'm ready. I think I was ready the minute you explained how this all worked." Tora answered.

"Then let's just get you situated. Dezzy honey, might wanna make some space. Your new roommate is coming in." Cora said, shifting his focus from the dragon to his belly.

There came a strong push from under his fur. The lump that formed took on the vague shape of what was clearly supposed to be a thumbs up gesture. The lizard within was certainly excited about the prospect of getting some company.

"Ready when you two are, honey. Just try not to be too rough on him when he's on his way in. I'll help out however I can." Dezzy called out from within his husband's belly.

Cora nodded and gave his tummy a firm pat. With significant hesitation in separating, he pried Tora off him and stood up. His tail swished off to one side as he crouched over the dragon. With his posture what it was, and his legs spread, it gave the drake a perfect view of the bovine fellow's crotch from underneath, including the supple folds already glistening and quivering in anticipation of devouring him.

The red drake just stared up at them in wonder. The bull had not been feeding him a bunch of lies. He had indeed been blessed with such features, and he was about to use them. The weight of the beefy fellow pushed down on the scaled one. His head slipped into the dark, hot confines of the bovine's canal without any difficulty. Tora's ears, flexible and soft, mashed against the sides of his head as he was treated to the sounds of the massive body working to push down on him. His shoulders were shoved in after a brief pause, then his chest was next.

Cora huffed and mooed loudly as he was made to stretch in ways he hadn't gotten to enjoy since the end of the summer. A pair of arms pushed down through him from within to take hold of the newcomer. Dezzy was making good on his promise to assist. He reached down into his husband's birth canal and gripped the crimson dragon. His paws were tucked in under Tora's arms to find purchase, and he tugged as hard as he could. The action created a watery slurp that grew loud enough to be heard over the running shower. And the act alone had been enough to pass Tora's waist.

Another good pull saw his hips vanish, and the rest of his limp form slowly followed. The rippling tunnel aided the monitor lizard's efforts to bring his roommate in. A 'swallow' made the big bull cry out. His belly was already stretching visibly under his fingers. He was going to have two passengers, two 'children' in his middle. The idea had been rolling around in his head since he first set eyes on Tora, and within only hours of meeting him, he was adding the dragon to his family. And what an interesting and curious family it was.

There came another sharp tug as Dezzy worked the drake further in. A pair of red thighs stretched the bull's lips, giving that passage reason to ooze and dribble sweet nectar down the crimson fellow's form. The velvety walls quivered in between pulls, signaling just how close the bovine was to climax. He grunted and stayed crouched, his sac resting on the smooth floor of the shower as those contained within continued to make it slosh. He huffed and forced himself to stand, wanting to make that special little occurrence happen again.

The weight of his scrotum pulled down on him once he was upright again. He clenched hard, bringing his shaft to swing upwards and slap against his growing tummy all over again. A bellow filled the shower as he was claimed by orgasm. His petals pursed and sucked the dragon's paws in, shoving him into the bull's already occupied womb. The bovine fellow's middle surged outward, roughly doubling in size as it all came crashing to an end. Climax ripped through him as he splattered the wall with seed. Had the water not been running, he would have left a rather large puddle under himself.

Movement swirled away in his middle as the dragon and monitor lizard were forced to find a comfortable posture they could share. Inside, it was just as dark as expected. Paws roamed over the red scaled fellow's form. Dezzy was giving him an 'examination' since he could barely see anything. And the long-term resident approved of what he had been given.

"Hey there. I'm Dezzy, Cora's husband. Welcome to my pad." the green-scaled passenger said with a snicker.

With all of the 'hard work' handled, the bull was finally able to catch his breath. He climbed back up to stand under the spray of the shower and cleaned himself off. There wasn't really much reason to stay up any later. He cleaned himself off, dried everything he could reach, then waddled his way to the bedroom. His middle didn't stop moving and swaying. His two passengers were just too excited to get to know one another. The soft moans and coos that managed to make it through the bull's tummy suggested just what they were up to. He reclined in bed, curled his legs around his fat sac where Anders and Wray were busy doing the same thing, and rest his palms on top of his enormous stomach.

It didn't take long for him to drift off. The constant rocking and swaying of his middle was just as soothing as it was arousing, though the latter was only possible when he wasn't so worn out. He dragged the sheets up over the mountain of his belly and was quickly lulled to sleep. His tummy remained active for quite some time as he snored quietly through the night.

Adjusting to the new weight of a fourth passenger wasn't at all difficult for Cora. He relished the change. Even after two weeks, he hadn't gotten tired of it and the novelty hadn't worn off in the slightest. There was just that much more of his middle to enjoy. Of course, his bathrobe didn't fit anymore, and oddly, his hips had refused to slim back down. They always remained bowed out for a few days after Dezzy climbed in. Now, they seemed locked permanently in this new configuration. That made adjusting a little trickier than usual. The big bovine had to be careful when he turned or walked past something that he didn't knock it over. The characteristic 'hip pop' that some ladies tended to use to entice others was something he had come to find it difficult to not do.

Thankfully, his favorite chair at the kitchen table still held up his weight. Now though, he had to turn to the side in order to be able to reach the table top without leaning forward and squishing his two boys. Anders and Wray still hung loosely under him, sagging down over the leading edge of the chair, almost touching the ground. The fact that it all felt so good informed the bull that he was going to have a difficult time giving up any of his 'kids'. They would need to have a talk about that. Maybe he could just cycle occupants. That way he wouldn't have to give up being heavy and swollen while everyone got the chance to see the outside world again. Then again, he could just be greedy and keep them all.

As the gravid bull sat at the table, drinking his coffee and reading the news on his tablet, his roommates all wiggled about, enjoying a morning romp with one another. He wouldn't be able to walk properly while they were doing that, so he just sat and rumbled happily as they kept him thoroughly pleased.

Then there came a knock at the door. The bull furrowed his brow a little and gave his tummy a soft pat while he squeezed his thighs against his churning scrotum.

"Hey guys, someone's at the door. Try to go easy on me for a little bit." he said, his deep voice resonating through his entire form until all four of them heard and understood.

The bovine climbed to his hooves, shuddered as everything pulled and tugged in all the right ways, and slowly clopped his way to the front hall. He tugged his bathrobe around himself as best he could manage so that he might be at least somewhat decent. Carefully, he leaned in to peer through the peep hole and found a bear standing just outside. She was fairly large, built like she had a mixed ancestry. That wasn't that uncommon up in the higher latitudes. Grolar bears were no real shock to see. And she certainly had a blending of grizzly and polar in her. He opened the door and peered out at the lady standing on his front stoop.

"Hello, can I help you?" Cora asked.

"Hi, I'm sorry if it's too early in the morning. I can come back later." the lady said, having taken note of the bull's lack of attire.

"No, it's fine. What's up?" the bovine asked again.

"Well, I'm Grace. You're Cora, right? The guy who put the ad in the paper saying you had a room for rent?" she asked and smiled brightly.

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