Studs for Supper: First Order
by
the Wolf
The phone was heavy in Jeanette’s paw as
she mustered up the courage to make the call. Every time her finger moved to
the buttons, she would convince herself that she didn’t really want to place an
order and begin pacing the living room of her apartment once again with the
knowledge that she wanted more than anything right now to simply place an
order.
The flyer had been sitting in her mailbox
amidst a few other pieces of junk mail and two bills. The wolf hadn’t noticed
it at first as she’d walked into her kitchen and set the mail on the counter
with a tired exhale. It had been a very long day at the office. There had been
numerous annoying projects, phone calls with clients that didn’t seem to
understand the most basic principles of business, and all throughout the day
Jeanette had felt a low level restlessness that she knew wasn’t likely to be
taken care of after work. So her first priority had been getting out of her
work clothes and at least into something more comfortable.
She’d kicked off the high-heeled shoes
before she even reached the bedroom and swiftly changed into the first light
grey t-shirt and pair of loose blue sweats she could find laying on the carpet.
Glancing in the mirror just a moment, Jeanette had noticed that her dark
brunette fur looked a little messy from the quick change and enjoyed the fact
that she didn’t have to worry about it any more today. Almost instantly she had
felt a little better as she stepped out of the bedroom barepawed
and headed back to the kitchen. She’d stared blankly around the kitchen for
several moments as she felt the after-work hunger gnawing at her stomach.
Damn it, I’m starving, but I really don’t
want to cook anything,
she’d thought as she started opening and closing cabinets, just to keep her
hands busy. And I’m horny as hell right now, but I don’t want to go out
again to some bar for only a chance at meeting some guy that’s probably not even
worth it. Besides, would be kind of like teasing myself even if I could get
picked up. Or pick a man up, or whatever.
Nights like this were horrible. That
physical desire that seemed to hover as a tightness
just between her loins and belly felt so strong, and her mind had not been much
help either. All throughout the day, it had taken her on little fantasies of
just about every man she saw, especially John at the office. She’d wished for a
few moments that the cute husky was there right then, simply taking her to bed
for a massage that would lead to something more, or almost a million other
ideas that seemed float through her head in an endless loop. But he wasn’t
there, and Jeanette knew that he wouldn’t be there for the rest of the night,
nor would anyone else she could count on for a little relief. And exhausted as
she was from work, even the thought of using one of the toys from under her bed
seemed like too much effort.
Trying to take her mind off of her
desire, Jeanette decided to focus on what she could take care of for the
moment. She began sorting out the mail on the counter as she busied her mind
with whether to order pizza or Chinese. Already the wolf could feel that
whichever she chose, a glass or two of wine would have to go with it. She hadn’t
even been paying attention to the junk mail but had merely been separating it
out from the bills as she settled on calling up the
She had stared at it for a moment in
disbelief. Across the top, there was a picture of a yellow banner with red
print that read “GRAND OPENING!” Underneath, it was a simple cream-colored
background with various male silhouettes printed in faint blue and overlaid
with black print:
Studs for Supper
Do you hunger for men? Fantasize about
indulging your predatory instincts on male meat?
NOW YOU CAN!
The first of
Dine in any one of our three restaurant
sections designed to cater to your mood, or have your meal delivered direct to
your door.
Tons of species! Any body type! Prepared
as you like!
Real males, no fake fantasies, 100%
LEGAL!
Present this card or mention it when you
order over the phone and get HALF OFF your first order.
CALL NOW!
Studs for Supper
Fulfill Your Fantasy.
Jeanette had read over the card several
times, convincing herself that it was not a joke. It
wasn’t possible that anyone had found out about her fantasies. She was too
careful about when and where she looked at websites and which given email
addresses she used. On the back was another printing of the logo and some fine
print. It had been addressed to “Resident” and had all the postmarking of any
other advertisement she’d seen before. The only explanation was that it had to
be real.
So now she continued to pace her living
room in indecision. The idea of calling some place and just having someone
delivered so she could eat him just seemed too surreal and somehow cold. Yet at
the same time, Jeanette’s hunger grew with each moment and she had fantasized
for as long as she could remember about eating a man. Most
specifically a human. Feeling that soft skin against her tongue as a
whole wriggling guy slid into her stomach. A couple times in her college days
she’d dated a human or even picked one up in a bar just so she could lick him
all over and dream of what it might be like to eat him. Of course it would be
impossible for her to swallow one whole even if she placed the order, but
still, to be able to actually know she’d eaten one. Then again, she couldn’t
just kill someone tonight, what kind of person would that make
her? Though the card had said this was all legal somehow. Maybe all the meals
were people that wanted to die. Or were going to die for some reason anyway and
chose to go this way so their families would be well provided for or something
like that. And after all, being a predator was perfectly natural. Her finger
edged towards the buttons again, then moved away as
she looked over at the card again. Finally she dialed the number as quickly as
she could, before she could stop herself again. Whatever the reason, she could
legally get a man delivered to her tonight, and with her restlessness that was
good enough at this point.
A pleasant sounding female voice
answered, “Hello and thank you for calling Studs for Supper. How can I help you
tonight?”
“Um… hi,” Jeanette said, unsure how to
move on. “I… uh… I got this card… in the mail.”
“Of course, so this is your first order?
I’ll get your discount set up. Can you give me your name please?”
Jeanette was actually somewhat comforted
by the slight bit of normalcy as she went through the process of giving her
name, number and address to the woman.
“Okay, now we’ve got that taken care of,
what can I get for you tonight?”
“Er… well, I’m
not exactly sure how to… well I have this idea…”
“Oh, you didn’t get any menu with the
flyer. Alright, I’ll have one with the basic options sent with your order. For
now I can help out with a few questions to set you up. What species?”
“Human,” Jeanette blurted almost
immediately.
“That’s a popular one tonight. Now that
is what you want to order right, not what you are?”
“No, I’m a wolf.”
“Ah, okay. So you want a human. Did you
have a body type in mind?”
“Not… exactly…”
“Well I’ll run through a list of the
basic sorts and you tell me what sounds about right. There’s Skinny ‘n’ Lean,
Plump ‘n’ Juicy, Toned ‘n’ Tender, Fattened Up, All Muscles…”
Jeanette listened incredulously for a
moment at the names, finally managing to speak up. “Um, Toned
‘n’ Tender sounds good.”
“Okay, I think we have one of those
available. Does hair color or race matter to you?”
“No, not really.”
“And did you want that prepared any
particular way?”
“No, I was actually hoping to… er… have one raw kind of.”
As if intuitively, the woman on the other
end asked, “Ah, were you wanting to swallow him
whole?”
Jeanette blinked. “Yes…”
“Okay, that’s fine,
I’ll note that for your package tonight. Any other special requests, like
toppings or a role you’d like your meal to play?”
“I… I’m not sure… I don’t think so…”
“Okay, that’s fine,” the woman said, as
if understanding Jeanette’s nervousness. “So your total for tonight is going to
be $17.39. And how will you be paying?”
As Jeanette gave her credit card number,
she was shocked at how low the price was. It would normally cost just a little
over thirty bucks to eat someone alive? It didn’t make sense.
“Okay, that went through just fine. You
should expect Mike there in a few minutes. Enjoy your meal and thank you
again!”
The line was cut off before Jeanette
could ask any of the questions that were burning through her mind. Had she
really just ordered a living, thinking person for dinner? How and why so cheap?
What could she have been thinking? She’d just given her credit card number
without a scrap of proof that this was on the level. She should call Visa and…
and do what? Tell them it was a mistake? And would it actually be on her
statement? She couldn’t think of-
Just then there was a knock at the door.
Jeanette turned and stared at the front door of her apartment. The delivery guy
couldn’t be here already. Besides, they would have to call up from the front
door to be buzzed in, so they couldn’t just knock. Probably
just one of the neighbors needing to borrow a cup of something.
Composing herself, Jeanette opened the door to see a human standing about
five-foot-ten in front of her. His skin had a vaguely tanned look that seemed
more to be a natural tone than a suntan, and his face was clean-shaven and
handsome. The man’s hair was a short-cut sandy brown and he looked to be in his
early to mid twenties, standing there in black jeans and a light blue t-shirt.
“You must be Jeanette, right?” He said
with a pleasant smile.
“Yes…”
“Hi, I’m Mike and I believe I’ll be your
dinner tonight.”
Just shut the door. Say it was a mistake
and he should go and rethink this, that he has every reason to live or
something. No matter how tasty he looks right now… How did he get here anyway?
But damn he certainly does look toned… and tender… Jeanette realized she was staring at how
Mike’s tight body fit into the shirt and jeans. “Oh… right. C-Come
in.”
Still smiling, the man stepped in past
her and walked into the living room of the apartment as Jeanette shut the door
and followed him. His aroma seemed to waft to her nose and she could feel
herself salivating. He looked and smelled so good. In the center of the room,
Mike turned to her and casually asked, “So is there a particular place you want
me? Anything in mind before you eat, or are you simply
hungry?”
Jeanette was a bit taken aback at how
this man approached the fact that he was about to be devoured. “I guess… in the
kitchen? The dining area?”
Mike nodded and walked to the kitchen
slowly, his tender rump showing perfectly through his jeans as Jeanette watched
him head to the small table and chairs that sat just off to the side. She
followed, still caught between really loving the look of her meal and being too
nervous to think she’d actually enjoy this. The man turned and leaned back
against the small table and looked to her again, his eyes shining oddly. He
seemed so happy and carefree. It didn’t add up; none of it seemed real. Was
Jeanette dreaming? As she worked it out in her head, she noticed him looking
gently at her.
“I’m guessing I’m your first live meal,
huh?”
For some reason, Jeanette felt a little
embarrassed at that. She bristled and gave him the steeliest look she could
manage. “Of course not! I’ve fed on plenty of live
prey throughout the city! You’re lucky you’re still even standing there. I just
thought I’d let you… I just… the only…” With a sigh as she saw him still just
standing there and smiling, she walked past him and flopped into one of the
chairs there. “You’re right. The liveliest thing I’ve eaten lately was a
burrito. And I actually thought I could live out this fantasy of mine. Pathetic, huh?”
Mike pushed away from the table and
walked around behind where she sat. His hands came to her shoulders and slowly
began to rub and squeeze, kneading the tension out of them expertly. Jeanette
moaned and felt her eyes flutter closed at the wonderful feeling. Her whole
body seemed to relax in a way that it hadn’t in months. “Oh god, you’ve got
about two years to stop doing that.”
He chuckled lightly. “Well I’ve had some
training. In my last job I was a masseuse. And no, you’re not pathetic at all.
You seem nice, you just need to relax and have some fun with this.”
Jeanette simply melted into the chair for
a few moments as the hands worked at her muscles, the massage to her shoulders
seeming to flow through her entire body. After a moment, eyes still closed, she
asked, “So, what’s your story? Are you sick or something?”
“No, of course not,
wouldn’t have come in if I were sick. Can’t be giving customers the flu, can we?”
She sat up again and craned her neck to
look at the man behind her. “But I don’t understand,
why are you so… so blasé about death?”
“Death? Oh, oh, wait a minute,
we didn’t screw up your order did we? We thought you didn’t order any
role-playing and I’m not much of an actor. I can try and act scared or resigned
to die or something, but I don’t think it’ll be very convincing. I’m not
theatrically trained; my specialty is pampering. If we screwed up, we’ll
certainly…”
Jeanette turned further in the chair and
looked at him. “But… if I’m supposed to eat you tonight… how… Am I supposed to
throw you up afterwards? They didn’t say anything about that. And how am I even
supposed to swallow you? I can’t possibly… but she said… I’m confused.”
Mike looked at her for a moment, and then
a light finally dawned in his eyes. “Wait a sec. You didn’t read the back of
the card, did you? Oh, no wonder you were so nervous.”
“‘Back of the card?’ The fine print you mean?”
“Yes, I mean the fine print. I mean the
part that explains exactly why we can legally do this and why you don’t have to
feel guilty at all about eating me,” he said with some amusement.
Jeanette lowered her head a little, more
embarrassed than before. “I guess I missed that part.”
“Okay, I’ll give you the basics. Which reminds me…” He pulled a stapled booklet out of his
pocket and set it on the table. “First off, that’s the menu. Has kind of a code
system so you can call up and order a particular type of meal by number. Then
just add in anything special that you want, and we’ll see what we can do.”
Jeanette nodded slowly, still feeling
more than a little confused. “So what is the deal here?”
Smiling warmly, Mike began slowly
massaging her shoulders again. “Just sit back, relax, and I’ll tell you. You
know about magic-users right?”
Jeanette nodded as she began to sink
against the chair again. Her company had even used them once or twice for a few
odds and ends. Mostly to make office parties more interesting in some way; for
the most part she knew that magic-users couldn’t do a whole lot beyond some
entertaining tricks and occasional quick fix jobs. More powerful ones tended to
just keep to themselves and didn’t believe in selling their services.
“Okay, well the proprietor of Studs for
Supper, and the soon to be open Edible Ladies hopefully, is a rather powerful
one. And one day when he was contemplating whatever it is someone like him
contemplates, he stumbled on a way to rebuild just about any body and transfer
the individual’s soul into it. All very technical, I certainly don’t know how
it works. The most surprising thing was apparently how cheap some of the spell
components were when bought in bulk. So, seeing a niche market that could be
filled this way, and I’d wager having a few fantasies of his own, he began
working on a system to map this out in a kind of mass production, figured out a
few other spells that might be useful and finally opened his restaurant a few
years later after going through the staffing and the legal issues.”
“So you’re saying…?”
“Yes, no one dies in this venture; it’s
more like trading in a car. After you eat me, I’ll be kind of yanked back to
the restaurant, which I can tell you is a bit of an odd feeling, and pulled
directly into a new body that’s already being formed for me in the basement. A
perfect copy of this one down to the last cell”
“But how? How does this guy do that? How did you
get into my building so fast? And how am I supposed to eat you the way I want
to?”
The man shrugged. “Magic.
I get teleported where I need to be for a delivery. And as soon as I touched
you today, you had whatever you needed to enjoy your meal. I don’t know how it
works, and I’ve never even met the actual boss. I’m just working my way through
a physical therapy program at the university. And this pays better than the spa
did and beats waiting tables most of the time.” He grinned a bit. “That and to
be honest, I really enjoy it.”
“Oh,” she said, feeling herself blush
under her fur. “So it’s like that for some of you guys too.”
“Oh yes, ever since I was young. Seeing
this job in the paper one day was kind of like a dream come
true, though I was also a little skeptical at first. And it’s worked out well.
I think I just like serving women in general. In addition to a little
massaging, I can provide a lot of extra attention. And if you want to use me
for… anything, feel free. Just say the word and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Jeanette’s face felt red hot at that.
“How… is that legal?”
“Why shouldn’t it be? As soon as I was
delivered to the door, I was food, plain and simple, even in the eyes of the
law. And there’s absolutely no law against fooling around with food.”
Jeanette just sat there trying to take it
all in. All that worrying and wondering had been for nothing. Now she really
wished she’d read the back of that flyer first. “Wow… I had no idea. I feel
like such an idiot.”
Rubbing from her neck to her arms now,
Mike ran his fingers through her fur in ways that felt incredible. “You’re way
too hard on yourself. I say don’t sweat the details. The only thing to focus on
now is that you can enjoy your meal without any worries at all. It’s perfectly
safe, you’ve got a guy here that’s more than willing to feed you, and you can
do whatever you’ve always dreamed of with me. So why worry about the details?”
Feeling herself
salivating and a light tingle rising from her loins as he talked, Jeanette
smiled a little and her stomach rumbled again. Her hunger was coming back now,
with a vengeance. “You do smell very good… Still just a little nervous
though.”
“That’s understandable,” Mike said as he
left the back of her chair and walked around to where she could see him. “Tell
you what. I’ll go ahead and strip down for you here and you can watch. Kind of
get yourself ready while I get myself ready.”
“O-Okay. Am I really going to be able to swallow
you?”
“Well, give your jaws a try,” he said as
he stepped back into the kitchen. “See how wide you can get them.”
As Mike began to slowly pull the t-shirt
up and reveal the nicely toned upper body, Jeanette did as he suggested. She
stretched her muzzle as wide as it would normally open and worked it to see if
she could continue. To her amazement, her jaws actually continued to stretch
wider with no discomfort. When she actually reached the point where she knew
those broad shoulders would slip in easier, her upper jaw blocking her view,
she closed them again. It was amazing. She looked at the human, watching as he
dropped the shirt to the floor, and slowly turned with his back to her.
Jeanette smiled as she watched the human work his jeans open in a little strip
tease, her tail wagging through the opening at the back of the chair. A paw
slowly rested on her belly as she licked the drool from her jaws.
“Will… will my stomach stretch like that
too?”
Mike looked over his shoulder at her as
he began to pull his jeans slowly down. “Big and round.
You’ll be able to fit me in there easily. And I’ll fill you up just right.”
The wolf felt a little sigh escape her
muzzle at that, thinking of just how big she’d be with the tender human tucked
insider her. But as she thought of that, even as she watched the human expose a
taut, sculpted rump in skintight boxer-briefs, another concern came to her.
“Oh no, I didn’t even think about this. I
have to go to work tomorrow, and I can’t show up looking like that. The things
people will say…”
“Didn’t I tell you not to worry so much?
I’ll digest overnight. You probably won’t feel hungry at all tomorrow, but no
one is going to be the wiser,” he said with a playful grin over his shoulder as
he kicked off his jeans and slid his hands up to the band of his underwear.
At that something finally loosened
completely in Jeanette. As she watched the delectable-looking man in her
kitchen and knew that he was all for her, she suddenly felt elated, almost
carefree at knowing what would actually happen. And so
incredibly hungry. She watched as the underwear slowly slid down those
perfectly shaped legs and as Mike bent over to take them off. His buttocks
looked so wonderful sticking in the air like that, and she felt a hot tingle
moving from her loins through her lower belly, joining with her hunger in an
incredibly potent combination of desire. Jeanette pulled off her own shirt
quickly, not wanting it to be ruined, and leaned forward to grab and squeeze at
those tender cheeks.
Mike looked around his side at her as
Jeanette slowly fondled his rump and pulled him back closer to where she sat.
Moving back easily, the human smiled and slowly stood up in front of her as
both cheeks were gripped and tested. “Tender enough for you?”
“Mmmm, very,”
Jeanette moaned as she gave him a pinch.
“Feels like someone got over her
jitters.”
Jeanette responded by leaning slowly down
and running her tongue along the surface of one smooth buttock. Paws
maintaining a snug grip on his hips, her jaws widened once again and slowly
slipped around the flesh as she felt a slight shiver run through him. Mike
stopped speaking, and Jeanette’s sensitive ears picked up a sharp intake of
breath as her teeth brushed his skin. The wolf nibbled and sucked at the tender
meat, the aroma and flavor of him flooding her muzzle. She could feel a
willingness and arousal flowing through him as her paws pulled him closer into
her. Feeling even freer with him, one paw slowly slipped around his waist and
gently rubbed against him to find the human semi-hard already.
With a shuddering gasp and tingle that
ran through her own loins, Jeanette began to slowly tease the human’s member.
Her paw ran along his length with even measured strokes and slipped to caress
his hanging sac from time to time as she continued to taste and nibble at him.
Slowly, she moved her jaws off of his rump and pulled him down into her lap,
setting him on one leg. She could see now that his eyes were closed as Mike
gasped at each motion of her paw and his excitement steadily grew. Jeanette
thought for a few moments about pulling him to the bedroom and riding him until
she had everything that she wanted from him. Yet she could feel herself
drooling now and her stomach writhing in anticipation of the meal as her tongue
worked to clean her jaws. As the wolf hungrily licked his ear and felt another
delicious shiver run down her spine in time with his taste, she knew that she
couldn’t make it to the bedroom tonight.
Her one paw still stroking his now full
erection as he quivered in her lap, the wolf brought her other up to gently
cradle the human’s head and push it towards her jaws as she slowly opened them
wide again. She marveled once again at just how easily they stretched as she
tipped the human’s sideways into her muzzle. Tongue matting his hair and still
flicking at his ear, Jeanette moaned in pleasure as she felt the first mouthful
of her meal slipping so easily into her. With gentle nibbles and holding him
close to her, she began to work her way down towards his shoulders, feeling her
throat already beginning to open and stretch for him.
Mike’s hands ran slowly through the fur
of the wolf’s belly, rubbing and scratching lightly as she continued to fondle
him. Jeanette moved her paw away from his groin for just a moment to take hold
of the hand and gently guide it up to her breast. Taking the cue, the hand
slowly squeezed and rubbed in an expert caress that teased her erect nipple
perfectly. Back arching slightly in her arousal, Jeanette hungrily fed his head
into her throat with an audible swallow. The sound, the feel, the taste, the
thought that it was finally happening all spurred Jeanette’s pleasure further
as she stretched her jaws even wider to pull his broad shoulders inside and
licked all over the exquisitely toned flesh. To her surprise, even her tongue
seemed to be able to move a bit farther than usual, allowing her to taste every
inch and curve as his chest began to slide against her cheek.
Her paw returned to his groin and felt
the grip on her breast tighten just a moment, sending another wave of pleasure
that seemed to travel from her chest directly to her loins. She could feel
herself moistening even as she felt Mike’s delightful squirming from her own
attentions. Stroking and teasing him slowly, the wolf continued to swallow,
lapping at every inch of meat that she could. Her tongue slowly teased his
nipples as his chest began to slip towards her throat, and his head was pulled
steadily into his gullet. The sensation as her body seemed to work elastically
around him and the incredible feeling of power was more than even her wildest
fantasies allowed her to dream. Jeanette swallowed hungrily now, her stomach
growling and aching for him inside as her paws grasped his back and belly to
lift him into her.
Writhing pleasantly inside her, the human
was forced to give up his massaging of her breast as his arms were steadily
pinned to his sides. Jeanette moaned a bit around him as there as suddenly
nothing but open air against the teased nipple and hungrily worked to pull him
in enough so that her own paws would soon be free. With gluttonous abandon she
gobbled and gulped around the human’s torso, pulling him deeper and enjoying
the wet, piggish noises she could hear coming from her own mouth. Her tongue
rolled and worked over each individual muscle it seemed, helping to slide him
further down in her body. Tugging and expanding around him, Jeanette had almost
reached his waste in her ravenous exploration when a new sensation almost drove
her over the edge of ecstasy. She actually felt as his head pushed through into
her stomach and moaned slowly around him.
The human squirmed and kicked lightly as
the wolf savored the moment, her tongue dancing across his abs. A small swallow
took him a little deeper, her jaws just around Mike’s waist as his shoulders
began to press at the entrance. As quivers ran through both of them, Jeanette
could feel his erection twitching against the outside of her cheek, hard as it
had ever been. With an inner smirk, her tongue slipped out and wrapped around
the man’s penis, deftly pulling it inside. She knew this would only take a
couple seconds by now, even as her own pleasure continued work towards the
breaking point. Sucking hungrily at his whole body and working his arousal with
her tongue, stroking and pressing it against the inside of her cheek, Jeanette
was soon rewarded with a twitching, salty climax from her meal. She moaned in
delight as she felt his muscles jerking and stiffening all throughout her
gullet and watched his toes curl. The taste and feel of his cum in her mouth
was the perfect addition that seemed to push her one step closer to what she
already knew would be an incredible orgasm.
With another swallow, she tilted her
muzzle up and lifted his legs into the air as his hips slipped into her throat.
She could feel his shoulders widening the opening into her stomach now, her
eyes closed in bliss. With one paw guiding his legs down into her muzzle as she
slowly swallowed, the other moved to the breast that had been neglected
earlier. Slowly massaging and teasing herself in ways she knew too well, she
knew that it wouldn’t be long. Jeanette felt that she must be free-flowing
already and wanted to time her pleasure just right. With measured, rolling
gulps she pulled his legs in deeper, lapping those
wonderfully meaty thighs into her muzzle and down her throat. Her eyes closed
in bliss as she began to completely fulfill her fantasy.
As more of Mike slipped
through into her stomach, the wolf could feel her belly beginning to expand and
grow around him. She
wished that she could see it growing now as his calves slowly passed through
her muzzle, her tongue readily tracing the lines of tone there. The paw that
had been guiding his legs down into her now moved to her belly and began
rubbing in slow circles to enjoy the growing mass, causing a jolt to pass
through her loins and she knew it was coming now as his feet twitched just
above her muzzle. Jeanette opened her eyes to look at the last bit of Mike that
would slip into her maw and pursed her muzzle as best she could to fulfill one
more part of the particular fantasy.
With a purposely loud, wet sucking sound,
she dragged his feet and toes into her muzzle, a few drops of drool spraying
out in the process. Gulping once against audibly, Jeanette pulled the rest of
the delicious human down into her stomach and felt him curling up inside. The
paw at her expanding gut slipped down underneath into the sweats she still wore
and slowly rubbed at her sex to guide the tide of the orgasms finally washing
over her. As soon as her throat was clear, Jeanette tipped her head down to
watch as her stomach grew the last few inches with her live human meal. The
very sight her furred belly sitting in front of her, so perfectly round and
full as it wriggled slightly, sent her climax to the
next level.
Wave after wave of pleasure rocked the
wolf’s entire body as she panted and saw herself through a blur of pure bliss.
The paw at her sex slowly fingered inside and rubbed the swollen nub of her
clit in the exact combination of motions she’d known for so long as the other
moved seemingly of its own accord, unable to decide between fondling her breast
or that full, heavy gut that seemed to push her down to the chair. The torrent
seemed like it would never stop as tears rolled down Jeanette’s cheeks.
“Oh… God…”
After several moments, the wolf began to
feel the first tapering of her erotic pleasure and soon felt the climaxes burn
down to a pleasant afterglow with an occasional enjoyable shiver through her
loins. She sighed as her vision cleared once again and looked down at herself.
Lounging in the chair, Jeanette’s belly sat in front of her on her legs,
twitching occasionally with Mike’s movements as he rubbed along the inside of
her stomach walls. Sighing happily, she rubbed her stomach back and enjoyed the
movement for a few more minutes before succumbing to one final desire that had
always seemed to be the capper for her fantasies.
Without remorse or apology, Jeanette
patted her gut and then let out a loud, very unladylike belch, expelling a
great deal of the air from her stomach. She watched it contract a bit, but it
still seemed to keep its rounded shape. The human’s wriggling increased for a
moment then settled down again to a dull twitch inside. Utterly satisfied,
Jeanette started to hoist herself up from the chair and found it easier than
she thought. Whatever magic had been worked on her was done expertly. She felt
full and heavy, but without feeling bloated in a bad way as she walked to the
living room.
A paw on her gut, Jeanette settled onto
the couch, grabbing the remote. She knew the rest of the evening would simply
be relaxing with her meal in the pleasant afterglow that still surrounded her.
She thought about the menu sitting on her dining room table and knew that she’d
be a regular. She wondered if she could leave Mike a gratuity somehow and
realized that his clothes hadn’t been sitting on the kitchen floor when she
left it. Maybe whisked back to the restaurant for him?
With a shrug, she figured she’d call tomorrow and find out about giving him a
little extra somehow. He’d been so perfect.
Settling on a comedy news show, Jeanette
let herself sink into the couch and completely relax with a satisfied smile.
She hoped the restaurant would do a good business. Even at full price, it would
be worth every penny.