Oh goodness, he's looking at me...I swear he's doing this on purpose…
 
 
It felt like Anna was sweating as the wolf sitting across from her in the locker room took his shirt off. Both of them had frequented this gym quite recently, and Anna could not help but notice this wonderful, interesting creature that showed up every Thursday morning. She had mostly romantic aspirations, but sometimes she couldn't keep the more lurid thoughts out of her head...especially when he wore those tight blue undies. Anna was determined that he wore those specifically to tease her, it looked like they didn't even fit him, they outlined his junk so well…
 
 
Her fantasies about this creature had expanded and evolved with wild abandon since the first time she saw him. She caught herself casually daydreaming about a date with him when she saw him leave the gym, maybe going to a nice Italian place, slurping up noodles together, laughing about some of the weird people that they had both seen frequent the gym.
 
 
And of course, what would happen later was also running through her mind. Going back to his place, maybe watching a few TV shows together. He runs his hand along her arm, and then...she would kiss him! Wait, no, that's a bit too forward. Maybe wait for him to drop a hint or two, then go in for the smooch...yeah, that would flow a bit better. Start kissing, and that's when the real fun would begin…
 
 
He would push Anna down casually onto his bed, just teasing a little bit. Maybe a little bit of play fighting. But then, his pants would drop, and those teasy little blue undies would finally come off and let her see what that wolf was packing. It would spring out of those tight things as if it was waiting to be freed, bouncing and throbbing right in front of her face. and then she would gladly open her mouth, finally getting her lips around that wonderful rod that had teased her so much.
 
 
He’d moan softly, not expecting her to be so forward, before putting his hands on the back of her head and thrusting into her...oh God, it would feel great to have all of that meat throbbing inside of her. Her nose pressed up against that crotch, tongue occasionally exploring the other sensitive areas of the wolf...she would coax a fantastic orgasm out of him, for sure. He’d start thrusting harder and harder, and she would work her lips and tongue over his length the best that she could, until that salty taste spread across her tongue, that stud pumping gulp after gulp of cream down her throat. It would be a truly incomparable feeling, being filled up by the wolf she lusted after so...
 
 
They would probably cuddle and kiss for a little bit afterwards, just enjoy each other's company for a little while. Talk about other things, maybe tease each other for a little bit.
 
 
And then he would eat her!
 
 
Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from? Her fantasy had swiftly deviated from romantic copulation to being devoured by this wolf. Her head was suddenly flooded by thoughts of herself wiggling inside his stomach, bulging out that toned, yet round midsection, being snuggled so tight and so intimately inside of him...she couldn't deny that she had similar fantasies of this kind with other people that she had crushed on before, but this was the first time that it felt so vivid, so real...she could practically feel his hot, slightly acidic breath on her face as he opened his mouth wide, those teeth glinting in the fluorescent light of the room as his jaws clamped around her head, that wet tongue working more of his breath and saliva into her face, savoring and tasting her, that muscle working its way into every crack and crevice of her ravished body.
 
 
And then the swallow. Oh, goodness, the swallow. Feeling those powerful throat muscles grab onto her head and never let go, the rest of her body getting lifted up as he tilted his head back, being squished and massaged by those tight throat walls, down, down, down as far as she could go, feeling that hungry, insatiable gut rumbling for her, at first far away, but then getting closer and closer…
 
 
Until she felt herself bump up against that sphincter. stretching it out would be wonderful, feeling her lower half get worked over by those tight throat walls just as her upper half did as she gets pushed out into this tight, acidic chamber, curling up inside the best that she could. The last swallow claiming her legs and feet, The wolf completely consuming her, making her into nothing but a meal...it was unspeakably powerful and erotic. As she stared at that stomach, she imagined how she would fill it out, how she would rub at the insides and feel it tighten around her before a satisfied belch rumbled off in the distance, signifying to everyone within earshot that the wolf had claimed her as a meal, as all his own.
 
 
It was strangely gratifying, thinking about how nice she would look on his waistline, how that tingling feeling would spread over her body until she faded into ecstasy, curled up and gently massaged and turned into soup for this hunks ever hungry body. Gosh, he probably have to spend a couple extra days at the gym just to work her off...
 
 
Then, suddenly, she snapped back to reality. This wolf was gone, and she was the only person in the locker room. He probably left a couple minutes ago at the very least, blind or uncaring to the person sitting across from him that had just had such a powerful fantasy involving him. She shook her head a few times, trying to save those intense thoughts for a later time she could do something about them. Anna packed up the rest of her things, finding it difficult to escape those powerful thoughts intermittently. they were just so real, so pleasurable...she wondered if the wolf knew more than he let on...