Wendy the vixen was downright giddy as she pulled on her stockings. Today was her first day at the new job, and she just knew it would be a day to remember. Already she was loving her new “uniform.” In other lines of work, a uniform would have been a sensible skirt and a nice blouse, or maybe something boring like a jumpsuit. Not here. This was a strip club, one of the best in town, and thus she was provided with the finest of lingerie, the better to titillate and excite their clientele. A custom made black bra with red trim joined matching black stockings, a scandalous red g-string, and sexy shoulder length opera gloves. They all had a distinctive texture that felt downright silky against her fiery-orange fur. The fabric was glossy and slick, a very special material perfectly suited to the type of performance she’d been training for. And today would be her first show.
She turned around and admired herself in the full-length mirror. A bottle rested on the table beside it. It was crystal clear, made from nice thick glass and with a smooth, inviting opening at the top. She felt a little jolt of forbidden thrill as she caressed the side of the bottle.
Soon…
“So. You’re on bottle service?”
Wendy turned and flashed a smile. It was Matthew Rivera. He was a well built but somewhat feminine horse boy who was certainly one of the top tier performers. His outfit was a bit different than Wendy. The costume was accented with purple, rather than red. He wore a g-string as well, but it was somewhat more substantial to cradle is hefty sack, and had a strategic hole to allow the well-endowed dancer to show off his money maker. His full-arm gloves connected across his shoulders, leaving his sculpted chest completely bare. He flipped his long, auburn hair and arched an eyebrow over piercing blue eyes.
“It can be tough, being on call,” he began. “Waiting around all day, hoping someone gets curious enough to try the new--”
“Actually, someone reserved me.”
Matthew tilted his head. “Really. On your first day on bottle service?”
“For 11 pm!” She bobbed up and down excitedly. “I guess somebody really likes foxes!”
“I’ve got a show at 11 pm too.” He smirked. “Looks like someone’s going to try to give me a run for my money. Just remember. Better performance, better pay.”
He swished his hips, causing his girthy shaft to slap against his thigh. “And I put on quite a show.”
“I’ll do my best. I’ve been dying to do this for a while now.” She picked up the bottle and hefted it. “It’s a recent thing, but my girlfriend sort of made me realize how nice it feels to be squished up in something tiny and snug. This sort of thing is a dream.”
“Just remember, it’s not about you, it’s about them.”
He sashayed up to the curtain that led to the rest of the club. “It’s almost showtime now. Our audience should be in here already. Do you see yours?”
“I don’t know.” She grabbed a handwritten card from a table. “It says I’ll be dancing for Koop. Do you know him?”
“Don’t you? You’ve got to know the big names in the city. That way you know who deserves the special treatment. He’s a sculptor. We’ve got one of his pieces in the lobby.”
“Oh, my gosh! The erotic sculptor? I do know him.” She clutched her hands in front of her. “I hope I do a good job!”
“Just watch me for cues. You’ll do fine. I’ve got Vannessa Thomas.”
Wendy barely suppressed a squeal. “The scream queen? I’ve seen all her movies!”
He nodded. “She’s a regular. Orders me up special. And I never disappoint.”
A stately man in a tuxedo stepped through the curtain. He had white gloves and a silver tray.
“You two ready to go? We’ve got some thirsty customers. Don’t want to keep them waiting for their bottle.”
“Okay! Okay, let’s go!” Wendy said.
She took her bottle and set it on the ground. Her toes were trembling as she inched them toward the mouth.
“One moment. Let an old pro show you how it’s done,” Matthew said.
He fetched a bottle of his own and set it down on the ground. Instantly, it was clear this man was a professional. He daintily placed his butt down on the mouth of the bottle and, despite the fact it was barely large enough for his thumb to slip through comfortably, with a few subtle shimmies of his hips, his shapely bottom pinched into the bottle. His short, light-gray fur pressed tight against the glass of the bottle’s neck and he sunk a few inches into the bottle. He propped his hands on the ground and deftly raised his feet. In a single motion he was able to hook the toes of both feet into the bottle as well, pinning his feet flat against the bottom of his thighs. He let them side in just a bit more, then raised his hands.
The bottle barely teetered. Without a hint of difficulty, he slipped his hands into the bottle, right in front of his ankles. For a moment, he remained there, hugging his tightly-folded legs as he stuck up out of the mouth of the bottle that held a bit of his butt, both of his hands, and both of his feet. With a sly wink, he started to bounce and wriggle. Short, sharp squeaks of flesh against glass punctuated a quick descent into the bottle. His toned thighs pinched down and mashed against the glass of the bottle. His legs pressed ever-tighter against his hard chest as the hunk of beefcake expertly packed himself into something no larger than a champagne bottle. His cheeks blushed a bit as his knees and shoulders slipped inside with a soft *FLOOP*, then he grinned and tugged his head inside as well.
Wendy marveled at the snug little package he’d made of himself. His comely rear was pressed firmly against the bottle, and his sizable package was almost comically squished against the front, having easily snaked between his squashed legs. Before she could take in any of the sight, the tuxedoed man plucked the bottle from the ground and placed it on the tray. He then looked expectantly to Wendy.
She felt a flutter of nerves, but wordlessly nodded and once again raised her foot. As much as she was intrigued by the advanced technique Matthew had showcased, she didn’t want to risk botching it and slowing things down. So she went with her old standby. She poked one toe into the mouth of the bottle and put her weight on it.
*SQUEE-THUP*
Her foot slipped right through, filling the bottle. She shivered and gracefully inserted the other foot. Just a bit more effort got it to squeak in as well. From there, she leaned down and grasped the bottle. She shut her eyes. This was one of her favorite parts. Wendy tugged hard at the bottle. The smooth glass mouth slid up along her body. It felt glorious. The fabric of her stockings made it a pleasure to bottle herself. It compressed just as readily as she did, scarcely crumpling or binding at all. As she felt herself slide into the tight mouth of the bottle, everything felt delightfully sensitive. The coolness of the glass as it slowly warmed from her body heat. The pressure and friction. Her own body squeezing against itself and conforming to the roundness of the container. She fed herself inside like she was tugging on a tight pair of leggings. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her hips slurped inside. The bottle almost seemed to want her inside, as even without much wriggling or squirming she kept sliding deeper.
Wendy chewed her lip as she felt the glass claim her midriff and begin easing against the bottom of her breasts. They pinched together and she came to a stop. She blushed sheepishly. Her boobs were pretty big. Sometimes they could be a bit of a handful, no pun intended. She took advantage of the brief pause to slip her hands and arms through the mouth of the bottle. Her upper arms squeezed her boobs together, helping to ease them a bit deeper. Just one more bounce was all it took to push her boobs past the point of no return. They squeezed through and, once inside, *FLUMP*, they plumped as much as they could inside the bottle.
“Eep!” she yelped as the sudden motion caused her head and shoulders to slurp inside in a single, sudden slide. 
When she came to a stop, her muzzle was pointed upward, her nose the only thing left outside the bottle. She shut her eyes for a moment. It was so tight inside the bottle even that subtle motion produced a soft squeak against the glass. She was so tight, so snug. Her breasts must have looked downright silly, squeezed in the front of the bottle while her butt and tail mashed against the back. The cramped confines made her skin tingle with sensual sensitivity. Her nipples tried to perk up, but as squeezed as her breasts were, it just felt like a soft pinch.
The tuxedoed man reached down and picked up the bottle. He placed her beside Matthew’s bottle. A light press of his fingers squeezed her nose inside.
“Just a few finishing touches, you two,” he said.
He placed a cork into the mouth of each bottle and gently eased them tight, sealing each of the dancers inside. A flick of the wrist spread a silk cloth over each of the bottles and he marched out the door.
~~~
Music lilted and the lights were low on the dance floor of the club. This was a strip club, certainly, but it was a high class one. There were scantily clad men and women all about, grinding against patrons with deep enough pockets to pay for the performance, but there was also pleasant dance music and patrons dressed to the nines.
Koop was no exception. He was dressed sharply. His suit was custom tailored, a navy-blue affair that looked downright dapper paired with a red bow tie and a pink shirt. For some, tailoring might not have been terribly important, but Koop was a tanuki, and as such had a pair of balls that required special consideration. They were neatly wrapped into a considerable bulge by his trousers and held nice and snug as he swayed to the music.
He turned, humming along with the music, and very nearly bumped into a woman he’d not noticed was dancing behind him.
“Oh, um. I’m sorry,” he said. “I… Oh, heh, sorry.”
He was halfway through the sentence before he noticed that he wasn’t eye to eye with her, but eye to boob. She was quite a tall woman and, to his eye, quite attractive. Her outfit wasn’t as ostentatious as most of those on the dance floor. A sensible skirt, shirt, and sweater, all in different shades of gray. She had a calm, attractive face with wire rimmed glasses and, Koop soon became aware, an impressive bulge of her own beneath the skirt. Her dancing was as understated as her outfit, thanks in part to the glass of wine she held in one hand.
She gazed down at him, a faint but friendly smile on her lips.
“No harm done.” She took a half step closer and gave him a playful bump with her wide, plump hips. “Nothing wrong with a little contact. I’m Vanessa, by the way.”
“Koop,” he said, just a dash of anxiousness in his voice.
She smirked. “New here?”
“Yes. Well, no. I’ve been here before. That’s one of my pieces in the lobby. But I didn’t realize they catered to some of my more, um… Unique tastes here until today. I thought I’d give them a try and take some time to unwind.”
“I think you could use some relaxation.” Vanessa snapped her fingers. “Pinot, please?”
A young woman with a tray appeared in the blink of an eye with a large glass of wine on a tray. Vanessa took it and handed it to Koop.
“Have a drink,” she said.
“Oh. Um. Thank you.”
He took the wine and took a sip.
“So what’s your pleasure?” Vanessa asked.
“I ordered bottle service.”
She placed her hand on her chest and feigned a swoon. “A man after my own heart. You are going to love the show. And I… well, speak of the devil.”
Koop sipped his wine again and turned. A man in a tuxedo with a covered tray gave a stiff bow.
“Mister? Madam? I believe you have each ordered a bottle?”
“Oh, yes indeed,” Vanessa said, her eyes hungrily gazing at the tray.
“Yes, sir,” Koop said politely.
“This way,” the man said.
~~~
A few minutes later, Koop and Vanessa found themselves in a warmly lit hallway with the tuxedoed man. A second member of the staff stepped up. He took one of the still-covered bottles and placed it on his own tray, then opened the second of the doors to the private rooms.
“Madam?” he said.
“Enjoy your show,” Vanessa said softly.
“Oh, uh, you too,” Koop said.
Vanessa stepped eagerly into her room with the club employee. Koop followed the remaining man into his own room. A downright luxurious room awaited him. There was a plush leather easychair set up on one side of the room beside an end table. The other side of the room featured a large, full-wall mirror.
Koop took a seat and set down his glass of wine. The tuxedoed man placed the tray on the table. He removed the silk cloth with a dramatic flourish. It revealed Wendy, her lovely, curvy body pressed tightly against the glass. She looked to be blushing almost as much as he was. Her eyes fluttered as she stared at him.
The staffer gripped the neck of the bottle, obscuring Wendy’s eyes for a moment, and popped the cork out. He presented it to Koop.
“Would you like to smell the cork?” he asked.
Koop took it and gave it a whiff. He wasn’t expecting anything much, but what he got was a lovely dose of an alluring scent. It was complex, and extremely feminine. It was the smell of excitement and arousal.
When he looked up, the bottle had been placed on the ground at his feet. The staffer handed him a foil wrapped condom.
“For the finale. And try not to spill a drop,” he said.
With that, the staffer let himself out.
Koop watched with eyes wide, drinking in the bizarre and strangely compelling sight of a beautiful vixen pleasantly packed into the glass bottle before him. As he watched, the bottle started to rock and rattle, the flesh inside squeaking cutely against its container as Wendy rearranged herself. A long, slow squeak signaled the beginning of the show. He watched as orange fur and black lingerie started to ease up the neck of the bottle.
With calculated slowness, a bit of her anatomy inched out of the mouth of the bottle and plumped back to its full, luscious shape. A gorgeous butt bounced to size, followed by a fluffy tail that sprung up above it. She flexed and wriggled it for a moment, then music started to fade in. Swaying and bucking with the rhythm, Wendy’s body started to rise out. The squeak was soft and constant as thighs plumped lusciously back to size. Wendy remained bent over, presenting her gorgeous ass to him as she emerged. Her head popped free, leaving just her feet still inside the bottle. She swiveled around and faced him.
“Uh… Hi, I’m…”
Wendy put her finger to her lips, shushing him, then swiveled back around and slowly bent over again. She slipped her hands into the bottle and started swish and sway her butt as she eased herself lower. It was hypnotic, watching her move with a dancer’s grace as she eased her arms and legs deeper into the bottle. Her lithe body folded and squished easily into the mouth of the bottle. She squeezed her breasts inside, and even worked her midriff inside. All that remained outside was her plump butt, her smiling face, and her swishing tail. She licked her lips suggestively. After a soft breath, she shut her eyes and…
*FWUMP*
Her head and butt squeezed back into the bottle. Some vigorous squeaking began, then one long, lovely leg slid from the bottle, glistening stockings beautifully tracing their shape. She curled the leg down and squeezed the other one out. With an elegant tip, she rose up, her body still stuffed inside the bottle while her legs strutted toward Koop. She danced to the music for a moment, then bent over and nestled her bottle delicately between his legs. He reflexively gripped it with his thighs and hands. As soon as it was secure, she rolled forward, her legs flipping so that he found his face buried between her thighs. He was treated to an up close view of her barely covered crotch. A potent and tantalizing scent filled his nostrils. Just as he leaned forward for a second sample of the aroma, she slithered her legs back into the bottle. More vigorous squeaking followed. Tucked between his legs as it was, he could feel the whole bottle vibrate and ring with her motion as though she were playing a wine glass.
Her butt once again emerged with a triumphant *SQUICK* and she bobbed it down. Her aim was impeccable, planting her soft, trembling cheeks right atop the bulge that was beginning to strain against his pants. She swiveled her hips in a slow circle, grinding herself against him. Meanwhile, her hands casually squeaked out and began to tug at the ribbons attaching her stockings to her garters. When her grinding had brought him to aching erectness, she tugged her butt back inside.
It was all he could do to keep from turning the bottle over and trying to shake her out. As sexy as it was to have this exquisite creature encased in impossibly tight glass for his amusement, she’d started something that he badly needed her to finish. The most vigorous squeaking yet followed, teasing him further, and then a hand slipped out, tightly wrapped around something. She flicked her wrist and two long black stockings unfurled, he looked down to the bottle and realized there was a lot more orange fur on display. A second later, her other hand came out and tossed her g-string aside.
His mouth practically watered as one by one she squeezed and squished about enough to remove each bit of her uniform. When the sexy outfit was laying in piles around his chair, he was briefly treated to a view of her entirely bare body. Plump, creamy breasts squished against the glass, pink nipples straining at the glass. A glistening vagina was pressed against the bottom of the bottle. He could feel its heat through the glass.
A hand snuck out of the mouth of the bottle and, before he could stop it, slipped into his pants. She tugged his penis free of its confines and it sprung tall and proud above his belt. He was a tanuki, so his penis wasn’t quite a match for his balls, but it was still large enough to have a little fun, and that was precisely what Wendy had in mind.
A second hand slid free and snaked into his drawers to free his enormous balls from their prison. With one hand cupping them and the other delicately gripping his shaft…
*SQUIR-POP* *SQUI-FWUMP*
Like two airbags deploying, her breasts popped free of the bottle. They flopped down and his dick was buried inside the soft, inviting cleavage. For a few glorious seconds he was in heaven. He gripped the arms of the chair, shut his eyes, and drank in the sensation. He could feel himself beginning to teeter over the edge. A potent orgasm was just a few soft pumps away.
*SHWEEEP-FUP*
Suddenly an incredible tightness clamped down over his penis. His eyes shot open and he found that Wendy had squished herself back into the bottle. Hands, boobs and all. But she’d not released her grip on his penis, which had popped right into the mouth of the bottle as well. His body wasn’t nearly as obliging as Wendy’s. His manhood barely fit, and the tight pressure around it managed to clamp off the teetering orgasm, locking him on the brink. Then, he felt something new. Pressure against his tip. Then… something sliding inside.
~~~
This was the part Wendy was most excited for. She’d enjoyed the show, but her body was quivering for release just as surely as his was. With the head of his cock firmly in the mouth of the bottle, she maneuvered her squished hand forward, held her fingers tightly together, and started to slide herself into his slit.
It was a tight fit, but this was a bottle show. It was all about tight fits. If he was better endowed, her journey might have been easier. Regardless, she was a professional. She’d see this through. She inched herself forward, squeezing her head in beside her arm. The cool hardness of the bottle gradually gave way to a hot, fleshy tube. Pulsing motions squeezed and carressed her body as she worked her way deeper. She felt his body shudder as her boobs plopped inside. Her taut midriff squished into his dick, which was squeezing her so much tighter than the bottle had. Soon, she had to fight to go deeper, and she could tell that her journey was driving her customer to new heights of arousal. She pressed against the bottom of the bottle with her feet and drove herself forward. The bottle started to slide free. Just before it did, she felt herself tumble into a comparatively spacious, gooey sack. Her body, eager to spring back to some semblance of its original shape, drew itself into the testicle that marked the end of her journey.
~~~
The bottle dropped to the ground and bounced away. Koop panted desperately as he watched curling black toes suck themselves into his dick. The shaft didn’t bulge a bit to betray its contents. Even as his balls grew heavy with the warm, delicious flesh of the dancer, the only evidence that they had anything inside them was a soft, gentle bob when the last of her crammed inside.
~~~
Wendy felt her feet cram into the testicle. Though it was larger than the interior of his dick, Koops ball was still a tight squeeze for the buxom vixen. Her body was packed and contorted into a veritable sphere, her hips and breasts barely plumping out a bit more than the rest of her body. Her knees were folded up on either side of her, allowing her chest to smush pleasantly against the taut walls of the sack. She grinned to herself, knowing she’d done a good job. Now that she’d tucked herself fully into the customer, technically the rest was up to him. That meant she was off the clock. She had a few moments of ‘me time’ now, and she knew just how to make the best use of it.
With her legs spread so wide, her sex was mashed against the round wall of the testicle. The motion of her contorted, compacted body was limited, but she didn’t need much. With some soft thrusts of her hips, she started to glide her  womanhood against the smooth flesh around her. Pinched down as tight as she was, her body was wonderfully sensitive. Even the whisper of motion got her heart racing. It wouldn’t take long for her to bring herself to a pleasant, grinding orgasm.
… But from the tingle on her skin, she could tell it was still going to be a bit of a race.
Already she could feel her body becoming slicker. More glossy. He was starting to churn her down. She sped up her motion. The squeaky slide was rapidly changing to a goopy squelch. This was her first time doing “the finale.” She knew it would feel good. She didn’t realize it would feel this good. Her cheeks, already a creamy color, tinted with a blush. The rigidity eased away from her body. Her body became closer and closer to a perfect sphere. Her generous breasts started to pool to the bottom of the bobbing testicle.
Wendy’s eyelids were getting heavy. She grinned and let out a sloppy giggle as her head eased down into the pool of seed she was becoming. Even as her upper body dissolved into thick goop, she worked to keep her thrusting hips above the ‘waterline’. Her sex wasn’t so much grinding as smearing, but the pleasure was, quite literally, mind-melting. Her body melted down more and more, but the softened lips of her pussy shoved higher and higher, desperate to finish what it started. Finally, just before the last of her body plopped into warm goo, she squidged her way to the finish line. Her molten body quivered and rippled with pleasure, then eased into a heavy, sagging load.
~~~
Koop mindlessly wrapped his pudgy hand around his cock and pumped madly. He felt like he was about to explode. Just as the first throbbing pulses signaled the long awaited climax, he noticed the condom waiting on the end table. With a manic speed he didn’t know he was capable of, he snatched it, unwrapped it, and pulled it over his shaft. Two more pumps and he clenched his teeth as a dizzying orgasm nearly erased his mind. Great geysers stretched the latex as he came and just kept cumming. It wasn’t cups, it was gallons, pumping and spraying out of him. When the flow finally slowed to a trickle, he was hunched over what looked like a transparent bean bag filled with swirling cream. It took him a moment to realize that this was his dancer. Or at least, what his balls had made of her.
Koop fumbled a bit to tie the condom to keep her from spilling, then huffed a grateful breath and tucked his junk back into his pants. Before he headed for the door, he reached into his pocket and pulled a $100 bill from his wallet. He dropped it on the bloated condom.
“You earned it.”
~~~
In another private chamber, Vanessa had slid into an oversized, overstuffed easy chair. The well-dressed staffer holding her tray pulled the cloth. Matthew was packed nicely into his bottle. Piercing eyes blinked at Vanessa with soft little squeaks as his own girthy shaft squished up beside his face in the bottle. The staffer prepared to pull the cork, but Vanessa raised her hand.
“No, no,” she smiled and caught eyes with Matthew in his container. “He promised me a new trick.”
She took the bottle from the tray, and a moment later, the magnum condom beside it.
“You may go. I’ll take it from here.”
He nodded and stepped out of the room. When he was gone, Vanessa set the bottle on the floor before her and crossed her arms.
“Well?”
The corners of her mouth curled into a subtle grin as she watched the squished form of her night’s entertainment start to shift and squeak against the smooth glass. Matthew, in keeping with his species, was most certainly hung like a horse. His dick already took up more of the bottle than it had any right to. But as his eyes glanced up and down her form, it started to squish even harder against the glass. Slowly, the shaft lengthened, compressing the rest of his body even more.
Vanessa’s smile widened as she noticed the cork on the bottle starting to inch upward. She turned her head aside, watching out the corner of her eye, as the pressure in the bottle grew higher. Then, with a pop and a slide, the cork launched out and eight inches of horse cock plumped up out of the bottle, fully erect and lightly bobbing.
“Very nice,” Vanessa purred.
The bottle wobbled and rocked a bit, then the penis started rising up. With two comical pops, his nicely wrapped sack popped out of the mouth of the bottle and sagged down against the cool glass from the outside. With a bit more shifting and sliding, his hands popped out. One of them gripped his shaft and started to give it some long, teasing strokes. The other cupped and played with the balls.
A slow squeak of flesh on glass accompanied a snake-charmer-like emergence from the bottle. His penis remained pointed to the ceiling, growing still harder in his grip, but gradually his firm yet oddly feminine thighs emerged as well. He swiveled his hips as they rose up, causing the bottle to rock and wobble. It allowed him to gradually rotate, giving Vanessa a tasty gimps of his sculpted abs rising up as well. His astoundingly pliable body was folded backwards at the waist, such that his head and feet were still squished into the bottle while his legs and chest slid free and his manhood waved from the top like the flag atop a mountain.
He remained in that position for a few seconds--long enough to do one full rotation for Vanessa to enjoy the full view of his body. Then he finally took his hands from his junk. With slow, delicate motions--all without pulling his head from the bottle or straightening up, he removed his fingerless gloves and flicked them at Vanessa. Impressively, he managed to get one to land on her head and slide down her face, prying a reluctant giggle from the all-business customer. When she shook it away, she found he’d reinserted his hands into the bottle. They squished their way to the bottom of the container, then with a light push he pulled his legs out and did a handstand. His legs flipped up and stood arrow-straight above him. His brown and white piebald chest was clenched, further defining every chiseled detail of this exquisite specimen. Everything above his armpits was stuffed into the bottle, with his mushed up muzzle scrunched toward Vanessa.
His whole body started to shift, first this way, then that. It was a subtle shimmy, but with each little wiggle, more of his body sunk back onto the bottle. It was unreal to watch such a hard body simply squish into the narrow neck of a bottle then slide down inside. Vanessa leaned forward, her eyes dancing down to the flesh flattened against the glass, then up to the unique mix of masculinity and femininity still on full display. When the base of Matthew’s cock reached the mouth of the bottle, the stiff member flipped up between his legs. Seeing it slither backwards into its glass prison was so distracting, Vanessa didn’t notice when a well-timed twitch of each leg caused the edge of his shiny leggings to catch on either side of the bottle’s mouth. They started to bunch up and slide free.
As his legs vanished back into the bottle, the leggings gathered and sagged around it. Matthew waggled his toes, as if waving goodbye, before they slurped inside. One of the discarded leggings tumbled to the floor. The other slid down around the bottle like a beer cozy. Vanessa laughed at the sight of a piece of clothing once barely large enough to contain his meaty leg now draping loosely over the bottle that contained his entire body. Some sort of motion was hidden by the covering, but from the squeak and creak of it, it was rather vigorous.
She reached out and slipped the legging free. As if in a magician’s flourish, when the glossy black and purple garment popped off, one of Matthew’s hands was sticking out of the bottle. He gripped another bit of his outfit. It was little more than a black tube of the same fabric with purple accents on both sides. It took Vanessa to work out just what part of his uniform he’d stripped away, but then she realized. It was the cock cock that had been elegantly garnishing his shaft. She took it from him and ran it through her fingers. It was damp with the perspiration of the show so far, and of being crammed into a bottle for so long. She wafted it under her nose and was treated to the mouthwatering aroma of delicate perfume mixed with Matthew’s own potent musk.
The sensual assault on the senses had started to awaken Vanessa’s lust, as was clearly visible by the bulge beneath her sensible skirt starting to tent it upward. She blushed a bit and nudged it aside, her own arousal beginning to hide the bottle that held her private performer. With a soft pop, Matthew’s muzzle slid from the bottle. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, then his tongue curled invitingly from his lips.
Vanessa’s blush deepened and she reached out with her feet to slide the bottle closer. It vanished beneath the hem of her skirt and she took a fluttery gasp as she felt the warm breath curl around the bulge barely contained by her panties. She shut her eyes and wrapped her mind around the fact that an entire stallion was hiding beneath her skirt breathing in her scent. Then her eyes shot open as something else did some wrapping of its own. She bunched up her skirt to reveal that Matthew had inched out enough for his dextrous tongue to slither down into her panties. Before she could spare a hand to intervene, the powerful muscle coiled and nudged her shaft free of its confines. It sprung up and out of reach, Matthew’s tongue only able to curl about the base and tease at the balls.
That simply wouldn’t do. Vanessa leaned down and scooped up the bottle. She flipped it upside down in her grasp and lowered the grinning, sniffing muzzle toward the head of her dick. At this point, it was more than a mouthful, but Matthew’s deft lips guided the shaft into his waiting maw and suckled as much of it as he could manage. Vanessa wasn’t nearly as pliable as her entertainer, so the slick flesh and slathering tongue couldn’t take more of the dick than would fit before reaching where he pinched into the bottle. It meant that whiled his skilled mouth did a fine job slurping at her, it was little more than a tease. But then, that was the point, wasn’t it? The main event was still ahead of them.
After a minute of felatio from the bottle-stuffed stallion, the hot-and-bothered film director’s patience ran out. She yanked the bottle up, allowing her dick to pop free of his lips, and gazed at the squished dancer’s eyes through the bottle.
“Ready?” Matthew said with a grin, the sight almost comical as he murmured with a full size mouth from within the container.
She nodded vigorously. He tugged his muzzle inside the bottle again and set about the final preparations. She could just barely make out the motion of his body squidging against the glass, more and more of his flesh becoming visible. The bottle was still upside down in her grip, so when his damp thong slid from the neck of the bottle, it draped over her shaft. When he’d rendered himself nude, he had also completely inverted himself in the bottle, so that he was upright in her grip, his face at the bottom of the bottle and his feet near the neck. He winked.
Vanessa thrust the bottle downward. Fully engorged as she was, the neck of the bottle was almost able to slide into the tip of her hungry cock. Once it was aligned, she watched the scrunched up flesh inside the bottle start to slide, then felt the blissful sensation of wiggling toes emerging from the bottle and sliding into her shaft.
~~~
Matthew took his time. This was his favorite part of the show, and he wanted it to last. Vanessa was easily his favorite customer. Her dick was so girthy that sliding from the neck of the bottle and into the hot, well-lubricated shaft felt downright luxurious. He plumped up just a bit as he extruded himself into her. Not enough to cause even a hint of a bulge as he slid down her length, but enough to enjoy it. He felt his short fur glide across sensitive flesh. Now and then a soft pulse of her dick would hug him just a bit tighter. By the time his knees were sliding inside, his toes were entering her balls and the real compression started. While she was astonishingly well hung, her balls were only slightly above average. That meant that as he worked his way toward the finale, the whole of is body would be wadded into a space barely the size of the big toe that was just inching inside.
As his hips started to slide into Vanessa, he felt her shaft clench down on him, hard. Not in an involuntary way, but in a very mindful grip. A moment later, the bottle nudged forward in her grip. She was pulling it free, and with him clamped in her member, that meant he was being pulled out of it it.
What’s she got planned? He thought as she continued to slide him free.
In a long, slow *SHLOOP*, his hard body plumped back to shape and sagged down, dangling from her erection. He placed his palms on the floor and did a pushup, then glanced over his shoulder at her.
She tossed the bottle aside and cradled her dick with one hand. She reached out with the other hand, eager to sink her fingers into the curvy bottom sticking out of her dick.
“Uh uh uh. Don’t touch the dancers,” Matthew scolded lightly.
Vanessa huffed, for a moment letting her demeanor appear almost childishly petulant. She followed the rules, however. Instead of grabbing a handful of Matthew, she clenched both hands about her cock hand heaved it upward. Matthew flipped upright until his auburn main nearly brushed the ceiling. With his own weight to assist, his body started squeezing down her shaft much faster. She tightened her grip, as if hoping to feel his form as it entered her, and started to breathe in a soft, sultry panting.
Matthew placed his hands on his hips and allowed them to slide inside her, smiling as her dick started to swallow up his own. His feet felt that wonderful tingle of being really squashed tight, but he kept his mind on his manhood. As the warm, most pressure inched up toward his own flared and erect cock tip, he started to thrust his hips. He could only manage an inch or two of motion, but it was enough to cause his cock to pop in and out, in and out. Each time it swelled back to size or pinched down into her, he felt a wonderful wave of sensation. It was like he was making love to her penis from the inside out.
Before long, he’d sunk deep enough that no amount of thrusting could get his cock head out. He was nearly to his nipples. The reduced weight outside of her penis meant he’d slowed his descent, but it also meant the strength of Vanessa’s erection alone was enough to keep him up. This freed up her hands to fetch the large condom they’d provided her with and begin unwrapping it.
He had sunk down to his shoulders when he heard her stretching the condom. He glanced up in time to see her hook the rubber sheath over his head and pull it down over his face and shoulders to fit it onto her shaft.
“Kind of jumping the gun, aren’t we?” Matthew asked with a grin, his hair and ears pinned down by the layer of rubber.
Vanessa didn’t answer. She simply set about giving her shaft slow, luxurious strokes. He felt the motion and pressure of her hands against his body. Each inward stroke kneaded him deeper, squeezing more of his body inside her and compressing him deliciously. He bucked and wriggled himself against the inside of her shaft as she pulled him deeper and deeper. Soon only his head was stretching the rubber of the condom. He felt the warm flesh ease over his eyes. He felt it creep up along his muzzle. Then, with a final breath of musky, latexy scent, he vanished into her.
Most of his body was already a tight wad inside her sack. He could feel her seed lubricating his motion as he packed tighter and tighter, his body taking on the shape of the walnut-sized testicle. He could barely tell which part of his body was which, it was all such a squished mess. But one part of his body was very obvious, and very needy. His hard cock fought for space, squeezing the rest of his body. As he felt his body begin to soften, he made use of the extra lubrication of his melting body to reposition himself. Just a little more…
Finally, he got the position right, and his engorged penis slipped back up her shaft. He was well hung, but not as well hung as Vanessa, so his dick merely slurped to nearly fill her own. As the rest of his body dangled and bobbed in her sack, her own lusty strokes ran up and down his shaft as well. The pressure was muted and distant, but as squished as he was, it was more than enough. His body sagged into creamy goo, but his dick heroically maintained some semblance of its form until, with a final twitching throb, he came.
Having had the rest of his body converted to cum already, the rush of seed spurting from his shaft started to cause the rest of his body to dwindle as he ejaculated himself up her shaft. A half second after he came, so did she, and the rest of him followed what he had started, bursting along her shaft and spraying into the condom.
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“Mmmhmmmhmmm!” Vanessa murmured intensely, her whole body jerking and shuddering as the gooey remains of the exotic dancer pumped thickly out of her haft and filled the condom.
By the time she was through, the condom was a sloshing, garbage bag-sized balloon of her cum. She wrung the last few drops of Matthew into the sack and tied it off with an ease that suggested a great deal of experience.
She huffed a relieved, delighted breath and tugged her skirt down over her softening member.
“Wonderful work as always,” she said, giving the sack a loving caress. “See you next week.”
Before she left, she reached down and fetched the elegant cock sock from where she’d discarded it and subtly stuffed it into her cleavage as a souvenir.