Arron smiles, he had a muscled arm wrapped around a lovely 'yote. As they entered a theater. The fox himself not minding at all that she was a herm, the two of them having been together for weeks and enjoying each others company every minute they were in their company. The vulpine chuckled softly and leaned in to nibble upon his lovely girlfriend's neck as they walked. After heading passed the ticket booth and the concession, having placed an order for a couple treats and drinks for the two of them. Soon enough, whilst they were getting situated in their seats. Teasingly the fox pinched at the 'yote's outer thigh, grinning at her afterwords, flexing his muscles to try and tease her a little more.
 
Krasnya settled into her seat, a bag of popcorn rested against her leg to his far side, drink settled into her cup holder as she pushed up the one settled between them, leaving the space between their seats free - enough-so for her to bump her hip over against that tease to her thigh, the coyotess showing her teeth with her smirk as she turns her head to see him, hair in her face otherwise blocking her view from that side. "Ah-hmmn. Think you'll actually watch the movie this time," she muses, slipping her own hand over to slide along his outer leg, chuckling in her throat as she bites her lip and smiles warmly. She did like having the fox around, no less, her almost lazy visible eye showing it despite its half-lidded state, her head tilting as her ears flick with her glance. "Silly, silly thing~"
  
Arron grins softly to himself and watched her. He'd grabbed a small box of snowcaps and some junior mints as well.. He only gave a wry grin to her look, drawing his hand back for the moment at the bump from her hip. He brushing a bit of his own brownish spiky hair away fro his face whilst watching and listening to her. "There's a first time for everything i suppose, but i doubt it~" He replied, still showing that same grin and murring softly at the hand upon his thigh. His own coming to rest atop it and gives her hand a soft squeeze. he licks his lips briefly and leans to kiss her cheek. "You know you love it~" He says smirking again, hand reaching to grope her thigh this time~
  
 
Krasnya snerks as that little peck settles against her cheek, the coyote sliding her knee over to bump against his own, her legs sliding just far enough apart for her skirt to settle its tresses down around the bulge between - heavy fabric still hiding it for the most part, but not quite as well as it had been before, 'yote shifting her rear to bump her hip up against his own beside it, her toes curling against the floor as her tail gives a little twitch of its tip. "Mm-hmm... I had to read the synopsis online last time, so maybe we should watch what we paid for," she trails, hand sliding forward to tease at his knee, the coyote leaning in to give his cheek a soft lick in return, "...Maybe," she'd muse against his ear in turn, smiling once more for it.
 
  Arron just can't seem to help himself. Leaning in to rub his knee against hers in turn,. Murring softly to the sexy 'yote that had accompanied him. His glance coming to rest on that prize of a bulge between her legs. Though the hip-bump refocuses his attention, two veritable playthings to deal with. Question for himself was, is he going to go for the easier to reach, or the one she was sitting on?~ The fox was always a rather 'precocious' one at that. A soft murl escaping him yet again with her own teasing a soft bulge beginning to tent his cargo shorts. He leaning against the slick tongue gliding against his cheek. "Maybe, indeed~" He'd counter. "You are quite the bundle of entertainment after all~" He'd add,.hand moving to slide gently across her thigh and rather boldly rising to cup the bottom of one of her breasts!
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Krasnya flicks her ears again as she hums, following that long lick in with a nuzzle against his jaw, slipping her muzzle downwards to settle a little bite to his neck at the sudden touch to her ample chest, the coyote's shirt pushed up against that lovely orb as she chuckles low. "Ah-hmmf. You're not so bad yourself, mister tease," she muses, giving a teasing little nip to his fur in return, suckling before slipping her head back up, bumping a kiss against his cheek. "Yer lucky I don't mind it, mm~?"
 
  Arron sighs softly, affectionately nuzzling back against her, letting his chin glide slowly across the top of her muzzle. A slight jump of surprise accompanying her bite. His throat rumbling with a slow vibration after. Mmming a little, he gave that plush orb a squeeze and nodded slowly. Her nipping against his fur, followed by such a lovely suckle making him squirm in his seat. "Whose calling who a tease?" He countered playfully~ Before turning his head to kiss the beauty of a 'yote back."Mm, lucks always been on my side that way i think~" He said. Surprisingly, his hand had shifted again, now gliding along her back slowly beginning to head south~ "Mmm, tempted to take a little taste, so to speak~" He said, leaning to nose playfully at her bust.
  
 
Krasnya rumbles as well, if in return for that little squeeze at her chest - a blush starting to show through her lighter fur for it, no less - as she lightly laps against his cheek as he speaks, tail's tip giving another lazy twitch as she lazily listens, chuckling again as she leans against him - lifting her rear to that far side a little as his hand begins to slide, her smirk returning as brown eyes give him a look. "Ooooh, is that so? What kind of taste were you thinking," she muses, forward grin showing on her teeth and that visible eye of hers, the coyotess clearly amused for the way things are going - despite the previews having already started, some minutes prior.
  
 
Arron smiles gleefully. He loving each moment whenever he teases his girlfriend. Leaning again into the lapping upon his cheek, fur matted with warm saliva. "Very much so, i was thinking something like this...~ His own smirk spread across his muzzle, noting that rear leaving the seat, he doesn't waste much time in slipping his hand beneath the waist band of her skirt and groping at her luscious butt cheek, "Mhmm, soft~ And also like this~" he leans his head down slowly, nestling his muzzle within her cleavage, carefully stretching the neck to teasingly lick upon her bust at first. Then simply repositioning himself, slips his head beneath her shirt to teasingly nibble at her bosom and slurp affectionately across one of her nipples.~
 
  Krasnya chuckles her amusement at his first of the two-stage tease, her cheek giving a soft flex against his groping hand as it slips within the velvety inner hem of the garment, her ears flicking once again as her soft fur is so nicely slid across by her boyfriend's hand - her blush picking up as he suddenly offers her chest more attention than it had gotten prior, tail giving a flicking thump against the seat as she bites her lip and glances down, blushing all the more once his head slips up beneath it - her hand settling behind it through her shirt's fabric as he teases that nipple so, blush showing through even her chest's lighter fur as she shifts about in her seat, whimpering softly for it. "Nnnf. I think the movie's starting," she says, though her tone is more in line with of want to keep going than it is to stop, her hand still petting softly behind his head beneath
 hand kneading against the soft muscle of her rump, gripping along the rounded mound with slender digits and snickering again.
 
He grins again at the reaction he got to teasing her bust. He gently pursing his lips to suckle upon the sensitive black flesh capping her tit. His free hand moving to simply grope the other, swirling a thumb along her other nipple whilst his tongue pressed and glided over the firm nub in his mouth, a soft squelch being made when he suckles upon her, teasing her all the more~ Ears perking He just seems to ignore her warn of the movie starting. He'd heard that tone before. Murring softly just to give that breast an enticing vibration. His tail swishes softly behind him, he repositioning himself now on his knees in front of her, leaning against her supple form~
 
  Feeling him start to move, the coyotess sees to helping her boyfriend get himself settled against the floor before her, sliding her legs further apart as her tail taps into the armrest to her left, her ears flicking back against her head as she blushes and - quietly, of course, given the location - settling forth a moan, her lip bit as she blushes further, hand still petting behind his head as she's so eagerly teased by the fox beneath that shirt - and skirt, no less, her rear flexing again at the sliding tease of his hand's hold, breasts and rump both soft and pliant to his grip as he suckles and squeezes, her eyes shutting and head tilting down as she settles forth a heavy sigh through her snout. "Nrrrrrmnf," she manages, a blushing mess, smirk settled solidly alongside her muzzle.
  
 
Arron had closed his eyes by this point, grinning mmming softly, Nipping and nibbling along smooth breast flesh. He only glances up once through the collar of her shirt and smiles at how much crimson her cheeks had taken and a fair amount of her chest. Knowing just how soft and pliable his girlfriend's bust could be, he presses his muzzle firmly against that single ebon nipple, tongue gliding and swirling along the nub of flesh right at the very tip, the oral muscle pressing and squelching against it, all the while he lovingly suckled over her breast' The teasing hand on her free breast now giving a firm squeeze to it's nub, tweaking softly and tugging upon it, loving that stifled moan. The hand on her rump though it was kneading and squishing the soft mass as much as he could muster~
  
 
Krasnya did have quite a bit of mass to squish on that shapely rear of hers, however much she worked out to train those curves - likely due more to her dietary habits than anything, her boyfriend likely having already seen her go through a few other 'friends' in their course of dating... And maybe a stranger or two, for that matter. Having known her for so long, though, he himself is certainly safe, the coyote's hand still petting behind his head as she stifles another moan, sighing heavily once again through her snout as he plays with her fur and curves, that tongue pushing against her nipple along with the other being tugged adjacent just causing the pair to lightly firm, the coyote's tail flopping once more as his tongue pushes in through her nipple. Her body language tenses for but a moment before her hands pushing to keep his head there to let him know the fact's okay - his tongue finding itself in the warm squeeze of her breast's pliant flesh, her blush doubling over as she teases and pets against him through that lightly stretched shirt. "Mnnnf," she manages, settling forth a simpering sound as she shifts about in her seat. "A-arron," she manages, cooing gently with her words. "Mmnf... That's... Something..."
  
 
His hand on her rump never seemed to tire with each moment he would find one way or another to tease at it. Whether it be scritching softly upon it or teasingly giving a pinch just to make her jump. The fox smiling eagerly, glad to both tease and please his girlfriend.. Indeed she had seen one or two of their friends vanish into and add themselves to the shapely body he was now caressing, teasing and outright enjoying~ The scent of his arousal in the air, the front of his shorts containing a sizable bulge itself. He found it odd as soft flesh spread against his tongue but mentally shrugged it of. He'd seen quite a few people vanish into her shapely figure, but never into her breasts. Which is why he may have mistakenly thought this was a good idea. The now firm nipple in his mouth having grasped him, he pushes his tongue firmly trying to sink it within, only glancing up briefly upon hearing his name. Though taking the second part to be a mere compliment and her confirming how much she was enjoying his teases. Wiggling his muzzle, he presses it firmly against her supple flesh again, squishing it teasingly. His hand hefting the other slightly just tugging upon that pert black fleshed 'cap'~ The vulpine unaware of anything but his girlfriend's pleasure~
 
  Krasnya seemed to be pretty lost to that pleasure herself, no less, her hip settling down to push her rear atop his hand, its extra heft no doubt due to a certain... former female friend of theirs that had taken his girlfriend's seat on the couch not but a week prior - though that was decidedly her fault, so far as Krasnya'd note of it, something she had a few times already. Even just before they'd made plans to hit the theater the coyote was complaining about still working her off of those shapely curves. It was a little more dubious, in circumstance, when they'd lost the other herm of the group to his then not-yet girlfriend's shaft, but at least everyone had had fun of it afterwords - right? But no, he'd never seen anyone vanish into the coyote's supple, pliant, and oh-so-fun to tease chest... And, within reason, he never would. No, most certainly not, for when he so teasingly pushes his muzzle against that nipple ahead, the same that's already got a fairly firm squeeze around his tongue, his face only pushes at its compliant smish for a moment - before it simply squishes inwards after that tasting tongue, dark flesh soon wrapped around his muzzle in entirety, already squeezed firmly around his eyes. Clearly he'd thought wrong - but he was her boyfriend, so certainly she'd stop him from going any further... Right? A muscular squeeze within intently drags him forward into the folds of her supple flesh, the firm, unerring grip of that breast already starting to pin aback his ears, the coyote's soft, subtle moans in return doing anything but reassuring him that she's no ill intention for his fate.
 
  Arron was in ecstasy, at least for the moment anyways. The tight squeeze around his tongue was something else and he'd enjoy every second of it. He remembered that unfortunate girl indeed, even agreeing that it was her fault for stealing that seat. He'd made note of consoling her over the extra pounds it ad placed on her, even saying it did the impossible of making her that much sexier. Of course he'd wondered how the other herm had managed to get herself slurped up . But after the two started dating, that mystery vanished along with another friend and a few strangers. O course he thought it was in great fun, believing being her boyfriend gave just a tad more safety than being a friend. He was licking playfully at the inner flesh, loving every second he made Krasnya moan~ Murring and rumbling playfully just to get her to do so even more.~ Though once he heard that single smish of flesh and felt the tight warmth around his muzzle, his eyes fluttered open and went wide at the site of his girlfriend's luscious breast with it's ebon fleshed nipple around his entire muzzle. He knowing that at least when a part of someone got 'stuck' in his girlfriend where it didn't belong...it usually didn't stop. A muffled and questioning "Mmmmpphh?" Rises and vibrates within her rounded orb as he tries to get her attention and make sure things were still okay for him. Though since he couldn't see with the flesh covering his line of sight he wiggled his head, thinking the sensation of his movement would get her attention, just needing to be reassured she wasn�t going to let anything bad happen to him...Then his entire skull all but vanishes into what seems to be quite the ravenous nipple, he feeling the tight squeeze around his head. He chuckles nervously especially with his hand pinned beneath her plump butt. He moves carefully putting a hand against the seat and slowly tried to tug his head back free, not knowing how successful he was going to be.
  
 
Not only do his backward tugs prove to be rather fruitless - his fur already sticking against his face with the scarce traces of milk squeezed against it by that pliant orb's hold - they seem to just entice her chest's startlingly strong, dragging squeeze to work with that much more fervor, the coyote writhing a little in her seat as she sighs yet again. "Nnnnmmm," she'd manage, shrugging a soft 'oh well' with her shoulder as her hand slips off of the back of his head - now too being dragged beyond that stretched nipple's squeezing rim, the pursed pull wetting his neck with a nearly inaudible slurrrrrrrrrrrrp, the tight grip pulling his head taut and forcing his muzzle to the right with its squeeze. The gesture is followed by a bit of movement from the coyote, her eyes now settled forward to see what's going on on the screen, one hand lifting a bit of popcorn as the other returns to glide along his back, her ears flicking as that blush still remains set across her face - one of his shoulders nearly claimed, bodily squeeze inexorably tight within that soon to be almost inevitably fox-filled chest ahead of it.
  
 
'She has to be teasing me back, she just has to.. That must be all this is!' He tried to reassure himself, sure that any moment, his son to be ex-girlfriends hands were going to ski beneath his underarms, give a firm tug enough to pull him free. Though the feeling of her chest engulfing the entirety of his head wasn't helping, the tight and moist collar her ebony nipple flesh had become. Each squeeze causing him to worry. A low whine muffled by flesh and fur rumbles from his throat a nervous swallow just enough to make the flesh around his gullet stretch before resuming it's normal shape. Seconds later he felt the hand on his back and arched into, hoping and thinking about now would be when she pulls him out, not able to know of that 'oh well' motion. Though once his journey into her chest doesn't stop, heated flesh gliding across his shoulder, he begins to squirm slowly, muffled by her flesh, he can only whine too himself, despite the fact his body seemed to be enjoying itself a hell of a lot more than his mind.
 
  Krasnya , for her part, looks... Well, she looks like a rather curved coyote with her boyfriend shoved up and under her shirt, though from her expression - the respectable blush aside - seems more set on the film ahead as she slips that handful of popcorn to her mouth, crunching on it before slipping the same hand over to snag her drink, the other still petting down along the fox's back as another firm, squeezing pull drags his other shoulder beyond that nipple's rim, his muzzle tightly compacted and forced sidelong - towards her other breast, no less, the space within seemingly connected as his biceps start to pin against his sides with that incessant, steady pull, coating more and more of his clothing and fur with the fluids within, an odd tingling sensation starting to settle into the fur of his face - stinging lightly at the flesh beneath, no less, as her hand slips off of his back to reach back, slipping the armrest down beside her. She reasoned that she wouldn't need to be sharing the two-seat space any longer, not without a boyfriend to share it with, the blushing coyote glancing off to the side for a moment as she ponders... That new she-male in the group was pretty cute, the short one, but she did seem a little shy, she thought, already pondering who next she might wind herself up with, already considering poor Arron as nothing more than a bit've extra, albeit temporary, chest-fluff. She sighed again, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes, wondering if only to herself how she gets into such short relationships, even as her chest is dragging him in past his elbows with kneading, suckling pulls, his head already pushed through to the other tight chamber adjacent and across, his wriggles only causing her to blush that much further.
 
   Arron couldn't believe what was happening to him, He wasn�t even sure this was real. Here he was being steadily sucked into his girlfriends chest, squirming for any that weren�t focused on the movie to see.. Sill feeling her petting along his back making hims mind flip-flop between her pulling him back to safety and the contractions of her tugging chest pulling him deeper worrying about and rightly so, what was truly happening, That she was just going to allow her bust to claim him. The hand that had been under her rump obviously having been pulled free now came to rest on her torso and even with his biceps pinned, they flexed growing firm for the time being as he tries to push against the seat she was in and failing that, her middle. This indeed being futile once his elbows vanished. His hips having risen upwards and his knees off the floor. his legs wiggling and kicking, tail swishing about in a panic. causing a light shuffling sound from the only article of clothing he'd been wearing which was the dark blueish green shorts he was wearing and the black leather belt he wore to keep them at his waist. The sting upon his face bringing him to reality. This wasn't a dream, like he wished it was. His legs continue to kick, one foot even rather gracefully managing to nudge the bulging fabric between her legs a simple glide of toes against her sheath and nothing more. His hands writhed , looking for purchase to grab at the ebony nipple lip to either stop or at least slow his entry inside the 'yote's chest. His concealed male-hood by now was starting to throb, a fact the fox himself was a little angry with himself. Was he really being turned on by this? His mind trying to say no body definitely saying yes~
  
 
Krasnya couldn't help but snerk as she felt his toes slide along that heft beneath her hem, the coyote adjusting her place in her seat as that forceful, dragging pull started to near her ex-boyfriend's waist, her giggle for it more felt than heard as his head slides so near her beating heart within that chest, if through layers of that thick flesh of her left breast - which continues to claim him within as her right starts to pin that pair of shorts against his firm, throbbing length without. This was it, this was really it - he'd seen so many vanish into her sexy frame in the length of time that they'd known each other, and he of all people would know full well that those that slid in never really came back - not as people, anyway, though as that suckling pull clings around his rear and thighs it's not unreasonable for him to cling to the notion that maybe her chest was different - save for that unsettling, stinging burn across his upper half, mayhaps, an almost churning sensation already threatening to open scars as his kicking legs are pulled ever upwards, her chest bulged out enough that her bra's starting to give way beneath her surprisingly stretchy shirt, her hips once more shifting in her seat as she tries to play around with its strap - unhooking it as best as she's able to spare the poor, red thing, biting her lip as his calves start to slide up and beneath her shirt. "Nnnmf... tease," she manages belatedly for the brush of his toes, her tail thumping against the armrest as she does her best to continue watching the film ahead, otherwise ignoring his plight beyond that blush still settled across her face - and, subsequently, rather writhing cleavage.
  
 
Arron really hadn't guessed what his foot had brushed against though it wasn't at the forefront of his mind in all truth. What his mind was fraught with was the oncoming doom that was to be had within the 'yote's chest. His ears perked briefly, though he felt something. Did she...giggle? Was it at him? Or more likely a thought of her teasing him? He couldn't and likely wouldn't know. he didn't know what it was, but the sound of her heart soothed him, his struggling briefly slowing whilst his head passed the thump-thumping organ. Though seconds later, the lip of her dark skinned flesh pressing his shorts against his length was enough for him to be set off a low moan rumbling in his ex-girlfriends chest whilst a warmth grew in the front of his pants, male-hood pulsing for a few seconds before ebbing. His mind racing to various thoughts, various ways he might yet be freed or that he was being teased. What if her bosom was different, maybe that stinging was just that the squeezing flesh had really pulled at his flesh upon entrance. he trying to comfort himself, deny what her body was about to do, to make of him He could feel each move she made, or at least due to his location wobbled with it He was squirming now. With his legs so far within his ex's chest he couldn't kick any longer. His feet wiggled though, toes curling and splaying . Now being about the time his hands began exploring. Mayhaps even outlines of them and even on occasion appearing on the surface of her rounded orbs he was steadily, albeit temporarily coming to reside in.
 
  Thanks to the thickness of her chest's ample flesh, the shape of his outline was only somewhat well defined with the way it forced her shirt's front outwards, the window of her cleavage showing the distinctive bulges of his writhing frame even as her nipple squeezed ever-so firm around his ankles, the kicks of his feet pushing her shirt out and stretching its fabric ahead of her now heavily laden chest, only to slowly lose their 'push' against her shirt - his feet slowly but surely sinking into the dark depths of her inner breast within, the last of his toes soon squeezed beyond the very nipple he'd not minutes earlier teased - its shape returning to normal behind him, if dribbling a bit of that sticky substance within, her milk staining into her bra - the coyote slipping her hand far ahead to work it out from beneath her shirt, blushing with another soft sigh as she does so, the shape of his hand seen sliding along the top of her left breast as she shifts lightly in her seat, shirt stretched immensely enough that it keeps him rather tightly set in place. "Mmf," she'd manage, digging up her purse to stuff her bra within, having to fold it to make it fit as she settles back - though within her now heavy, hither-and-yore bulged chest, things only seem to get warmer for the poor fox as he fills the space within completely, the last lick of the world's air gone for the enveloping warmth of the space within... An ill forbodance certain to accompany the tingling sensation now sizzling away at his skin, sores beginning to open across his flesh as her chest starts to digest the male trapped within, the coyote's startlingly strong shirt keeping him tightly held as she adjusts her seat - snagging her drink for another few gulps, occasionally grabbing a bit of popcorn as she watches the film ahead, her blush the only thing present to show she's even attentive to the massive shape filling out her now massive chest.
  
 
Arron grunted hard for a moment. His hands still roaming about the tightly squeezing flesh covering him. Fur damp with the fluids her breasts coating him vigorously in. Whining softly, muffled by thickened flesh. He could feel the fabric of that shirt against the pads of his feet and whimpered briefly, knowing that soon enough he wouldn't for the one reason he'd rater not... The soft squelching sllllluuuuuurrrrp of his feet vanishing fully inside his ex-girlfriends bosom causing quite a bit of panic in him. his motions slow at first, his feet being added to his wriggling and the outlines upon her chest. Each wobble he made and each movement she took just going about casually with what she was doing and watching the movie itself something else. He could barely believe how tightly held he was within her. . He soon calling out to his ex-girlfriend. "Krasnya...you can let me out now...!" He didn't know if he was too muffled to hear or if he was being ignored. Thinking maybe the latter he shouts a little louder. "Krasnya, come on! Jokes over, you can get me out of here!" The air thinning around him...wasn't good obviously. His heart sank when she didn't answer him. A low grumbling leaving his lips whilst his struggling form weakened He felt the burning of his sizzling flesh and his fur loosing itself from his body, the wounds along his body making him panic giving one hello f a burst of wobbling, wiggling struggles. That is before he becomes too weak entirely, slowing to mere twitches though soon his movement stops. Not much left to do with him. He was hers....
 
  With the muffled noise barely making it through the thick flesh and soft fur of the coyote's presently almost awkwardly large chest she couldn't help but bring her arm up to settle a finger to her lips, giving a soft 'shhhh' down its way - they were in the theater still, after all, and she didn't much want him making a scene. Really, that's not what she'd expected out of him, but then she didn't expect him to go shoving his face into her chest either. To her, however, the situation that followed was all but unavoidable - it would not, after all, be very much like her to let someone out, and given his wriggling form's slowing motions it wasn't like he'd be complaining for very long. Relationships end - sometimes rather suddenly - and she was more or less resigned to the fact that he'd made her single, the coyote's attentions hence on both the movie and the drink he'd spent more than a little on for her. She'd covered last time, after all! The occasional press outwards over her heavy chest once he began to really fight it did little to garner her attention downwards, her shirt surprisingly resilient to such motions - and her bra, it being much the less so, was already safely tucked away in her purse, so what had she to worry? By the time he slowed, muscles and tendons deteriorating under the onslaught of the sticking substance surrounding him rather disastrously as the latter's loss of tension snaps the former away from the bones their so firmly held against, Kras had already finished her small bag of popcorn and most of her drink, the film two thirds through - blush still set across her muzzle, cheeks, and the top of her chest (or what shows through her shirt, so least), the coyote 's arm shoving against that heavy cleavage as she leans against the armrest to her right - formerly the one set between the loving pair - as her former 'other half' continues to churn away within those shapely orbs of hers, eyes still set on the movie far ahead.
  
 
Arron's world was nothing short but slimy flesh and muscle kneading against him coupled with the juices burning away at his form. The mixture of blood and flesh dissolving into a syrupy mess within that heavily weighted chest of his ex-girlfriend. He not having the luxury to think about who did what. Or who had been at fault this time around. He really hadn't heard her shush him. Then again, with the 'milky' soup he was slowly deteriorating into it didn't matter to much to him either. He feeling the sharp pain of his flesh too far gone to protect his muscles, the pain of them unbinding themselves from their proper place. Unable to struggle properly, he was reduced to mere twitches of his body, bone exposed on various parts of his body. His nose pad was gone as was his ears. His mind was awash with pain by this point so he didn't have much thoughts other than his ineffectively struggling for what would be no apparent reason now. His weakening frame steadily starting to numb whilst his ex-girlfriend continued to claim his body after he had so inexplicably been slurped up into the now thicker, luscious globes upon her chest.~ Though what would she say this time when their friends asked whatever happened to him?
  
 
Krasnya had, of course, already thought of what she'd tell her (their, though for him they're soon to be former ones) friends over what had happened to her boyfriend - a simple shrug, one that emphasizes the extra heft she's stuck with until she can work him off a bit, along with that lazy smile of her she always gave when questioned over such things... Something he'd not have much time to think on himself, were his mind in capable order, as even his bones themselves began to join the slurry surrounding - a good portion of that already slicking away as it's absorbed into the walls surrounding, walls closing in as her chest begins to take up the space he'd stretched outwards with his form - which itself begins to slew away into nothing but her sweet, coyote's milk, a great deal of the excess becoming nothing but her chest's now ample pudge, several cup-sizes larger than when about she'd entered the theater alongside him, her hands idly slipping forward to adjust her shirt as the movie nears its final scenes, excessive cleavage threatening even its stretchy fabric with the newly acquired excess heft.
  
 
Arron of course had his mind in a complete disarray, most if not all of his senses cut off from him now by the slick mess he was being pulled apart into to become apart of. Unable to feel the flesh surrounding him getting tighter, not able to see it either. His form rapidly melding away. Of course, now she was single once again, just like the number of times before. He'd remember that simple shrugging motion and smile if he could really think at all. Her bosom claiming his body completely soon after, nothing more but some cream within her chest and pudge to be at least somewhat burned off from it and he himself forgotten like numerous others that curvacious body of hers had taken. He belonged to her~
 
 
By the time there was nothing left of her former 'other,' the coyote - well, for her part, she was still sitting in the theater, adjusting her shirt every now and again and waiting out the credits - mainly to see if the film had a stinger afterwords - though once the production company's logos roll after the MPAA scroll she settles herself out of her seat, ears flicking high as she almost careens forward and into the chair ahead, one ear flickering down as she snerks for it. She wasn't too used to having that much weight up top, situations like this particular one one of the more rare events for her - though she manages to balance by arching her back a little better, padding her way down the aisle as she gets used to the stride, slipping out of the theater's doors - and, rather promptly, into the restroom across the hall. Her blush, of course, was still ever-present - and finding herself alone in the room she takes her time to slip to the sink at the far end, settling her half-sleeved tube-top down a bit to reveal her massive, recent weight, breasts hanging nearly to the sink. Her purpose, of course, is readily clear - as she tweaks the ends of her two dark nipples downwards, biting her lip as her ears flick aback, settling forth gentle tugs - until a soft whimper sounds out, her toes curling against the floor as her blush thickens, squirts of her milk splashing down into the sink and slipping away down its drain, her ears flatting aback as she continues to tug, each squeeze squirting a bit more to a point - before things start to peter off per pull, the coyote removing 'ballast' from her chest, that excess milk just wasted into the pipes, her chest shrinking as she works on pulling and squeezing away - a great deal of what had once been Arron simply splashing down into the sink beneath, vanishing into the hole at its mid, the coyote soon ceasing with a soft heft of her chest - decidedly less sloshy, she reasons, smirking to no one but herself as she reaches into her purse - to retriever her bra. She holds it out for a moment, tilting her head as she holds the cups to her nipples, in part to dry them some from the prior act - before slipping her hands around her back with a bit lip as she strains, the elastic bands struggling to meet, but far better fitting than they would have otherwise been - bra a bit small, no less, for the few cup sizes she'd gained, but at least it showed off that extra bit - and would keep her from having to adjust her shirt so often, the coyote pulling her tube top back up once the bra is clasped, taking but a few minutes to readjust everything before padding her way off - not even bothering to rinse out the sink, smirk across her muzzle as she slips her way out the door, padding off to drive herself home - and back onto the dating scene again, already texting that cute she-male to see if she'd be up to anything, not the least bit remiss - chest idly swaying with her sauntering steps.