Late at night in an office like this, most of the staff was gone home, but fewer than perhaps they themselves would wish. On any given floor there were at least a few who had let their work pile up to the point they were stuck behind it - or perhaps they simply didn't want to leave before their boss, with his long but notoriously erratic hours, finally went home for the night.
 
There was one unusual fixture this evening, a young man who'd been sitting stiffly and uncomfortably, wearing his ill-fitting off-the-rack suit like a cage, since early that afternoon. He was somewhere in his late teens, a little on the short and wiry side but with a fine handsome edge to his features. A bit too young to be working here, a few of the staff recognized him as a relative of the company owner, Mr. Liepin. It was unclear what he was doing except waiting outside a closed door - a door which had had much lively conversation, including occasional rounds of laughter, drifting through it for the past hour.
 
After having been left to wait for a good five hours, the door near where he was sitting opened a crack. "Alright," a soft yet cool voice said, "I think Ms. Anderton and I are just about done for now. She said you could come on in."
 
The young man, Alain, was on his feet in a flash and shouldered his way right in. There, standing at the edge of a long white table where they had been conversing and trading rumors for a long while were two female employees... and what a pair they were, too. "Pair" being the operative word.
 
Vera and Rebecca were their names, both of them quite tall and sporting the kinds of figures that had allowed the former to pay her way through business school doing modeling shoots and the latter to maintain a small stable of rich old boyfriends who paid for an even more luxurious lifestyle than her good salary already afforded her. Alain was not directly aware of this but neither he nor anyone else would've been surprised to learn it.
 
Both ladies wore miniskirts that descended barely a few inches lower than their panties, but it was their suit jackets - dark grey for Vera and navy blue for Rebecca - that really drew attention. They were cut so tight that it seemed to Alain that they could easily have been worn by themed strippers, particularly Vera's grey one - little rippled folds of cloth ran down to the underboob, the springy flesh underneath straining against its confinement with every little movement she made... or so it seemed to someone like Alain viewing her in the harsh florescent lights through a haze of anxiety and excitement.
 
Rebecca's f-cup chest was contained in a bra, at least - Vera, who was only a tiny bit smaller and still fell within that same alphabetical category of cleavage, didn't even have that much mercy. Vera's face was as pretty as her figure, very sharp-featured, with a mole on her upper cheek perfectly placed to enhance her beauty and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Rebecca's even longer hair, lustrous and light brown, splashed down over her shoulders.
 
"Well, I'm heading back... have some personal calls to make and probably another gift waiting for me at my front door." Rebecca said with a sigh, running a hand over her shoulder. "Glad to hear you're making such good progress on your internal audit, he doesn't like to show it but Mr. Liepin often says to me how much he appreciates the prompt work you're doing." She barely gave the kid standing in the doorway a slight, suspicious glance before shrugging and pushing past him, jangling her keys around one finger. "If you need anything, please, let it wait until morning - I really need a bath and to give my feet a good soak."
 
Vera smiled after her friend... but as she turned to Alain her smile grew a bit colder. Without acknowledging him she slowly stepped back around behind her desk, her particularly tall heels causing her curves to give Alain quite a show even with such a slight movement. She settled behind her computer and began typing something as the teen boy stood there awkwardly.
 
"Um..." he began. "So I noticed yesterday that a, y'know, debit card I had been using to pick up office supplies for the boss man here - little family favor, since he's my uncle and he figured you all up at the office have enough to do - had had a fraud alert put on it. I figured I would come up here and talk to the one in charge of accounting so I could help if there's some kind of investigation that needs to be done, like, if someone else got a hold of it..."
 
"Ah." Vera said with a huff and a smirk. "Yeah, left yourself a little out there. Your plan wasn't bad but you didn't think about it deeply enough."
 
"Pardon, Ma'am?" Alain said, voice sounding dry and cracked.
 
"Yes, I was the one who froze the expense account. I might've not bothered following up on it beyond that if you'd stopped past the first thing, since a $600 sound system doesn't exactly qualify as 'office supplies'. You realize that just because he owns this company, if he actually DID request it, Mr. Liepin still wouldn't be allowed to abuse the firm's finances like that? It's still against the law, and not only that, it'd be against the law for me to NOT report it. But, if he was going to dip into the account, he'd be smarter. It would be for something bigger, and he'd have covered his tracks better than just signing the receipt in a hand too shaky to make out or going to pick it up in sunglasses. I've got it in a file here that I was just about to send to him first thing tomorrow morning so he can either make amends and pay the company back, or help catch whoever might've, say, palmed an expense account card while skulking around his home after hours."
 
Alain gulped. "I... okay... you can see right through me, I know that now. I was just trying to impress a girl. And, and, I was already planning to come in and intern for him during the summer so I figured it would be okay, that he'd be willing to give me a little advance like that."
 
Vera shook her head and laughed softly. "Welcome to the real world, young man." she said in a teasing tone. "The sooner you come clean, the better."
 
"Hey, listen... I already took the sound system back," Alain said, speaking more quickly now. "I brought the money, it's here! So... so if you just put it back and smooth everything over..."
 
"Nevermind the fact that you'll never learn if you don't face the consequences of your actions - I don't even have a kid and even I know that..." Vera said, shaking her head slowly, "I really can't. I'd be putting myself at risk for... what? So some kid doesn't get a mark on his record, or get chewed out by his parents or uncle? You're really barking up the wrong three there. Your name was Alain, wasn't it? Listen Alain, I'm not trying to be cruel or even to teach you any kind of lesson, really. But I am being firm. It's not happening. In fact I'm already doing you a bigger favor than you know by giving you the oportunity to confess to it before I send this report. If you do, well, then I can 'coincidentally' just notice it after double-checking, so that I still look good at my job, but it might make things easier on you."
 
She forward in her chair, resting her elbows on the table and (knowingly or unknowingly) giving him an intimate look down the front of her jacket and shirt with the top buttons open. "He's still in his office, you know. Working late. Always takes his responsibilities seriously... he's an admirable boss. There's no time like the present." She snapped her fingers and pointed to the door, then sharply turned her gaze back to the screen, as if pretending Alain was no longer in the room.
 
A long, weighty silence passed.
 
"Are... you sure there's nothing I can do to convince you to just get rid of that one little file? I've got my whole life ahead of me, you know..." Alain stared glumly at his feet, shoulders slumped forward. "You know, I could always..." he raised his voice just a little before trailing off meekly.
 
Vera considered for a moment. Part of her wanted to help the kid sweep this shady business under the rug... but then again, she could also tell that he was the kind that all kinds of people naturally wanted to do favors for, and if he started taking advantage of it now, he'd never stop, and probably start seeing himself as above the laws of ordinary people. Better to give him a dose of reality now. "Listen, I'm going to finish up here and head home. My mind is made up, but I won't say anything about this unless you make me. I think you had really better go visit Mr. Liepin's office and come clean with it now. But you should think very carefully before you say anything else to me." The dark-haired woman turned sideways to him in her chair, legs crossed, and regarded him coolly... a pose she was very practiced at, and always drew eyeballs on account of the way that it allowed her suit-clad left bosom to jut out tantalizingly in profile. "It's just one more thing you are going to have to admit to later."
 
Alain ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply. "Well, I guess I've got no choice then..." Vera turned away from the kid, expecting him to slink away, but instead he walked over to the window. No doubt stalling and trying to collect his thoughts, she presumed with a weary smirk. Trying to work up the courage to be a man.
 
A clatter sounded faintly. It was the blinds being opened, revealing the cloudless night sky outside... bereft of stars thanks to the city lights, but with a pale moon still barely visible. Vera shrugged and looked back to her screen for a second, busying herself. Out of the corner of her eye, Alain gave himself a weary stretch and popped his back, hands over his head, as if he was just waking up after a long sleep.
 
Pop... pop. POP. Creak. The sounds just kept coming - nobody had THAT many kinks in their back to work out - and soon were joined by the rustling of cloth. Furrowing her brow and pursing her lips, Vera half-turned to see what the dishonest youth was up to... and had her breath catch in her throat as she did.
 
As it turned out, 'being a man' was dramatically the opposite of what Alain was doing just at the moment. Rather, he was taking on the characteristics of an animal right in front of her eyes. Long dark fur had sprouted all over his neck. His mouth shot forward and merged with his nose, swelling into a whiskered canine muzzle. His ears lengthened, tapered to points, and migrated atop his head. A bushy black tail with a tip of white emerged from the ruins of his dress slacks, shreds falling down around him as his newly clawed hands efficiently stripped away the confining garments, bare skin barely visible for the blink of an eye before lustrous black fur covered it as well.
 
It should have been quite horrifying, but as Vera sat there watching in fascination, it felt so very unreal... it was as if she was watching it happen on a movie screen, enjoying a glimpse at a thrilling but ultimately safe world of cinematic fantasy. Vera gave a little huff of aloof disbelief, sounding more like she was reacting to someone's office faux pas than seeing a teenage boy transforming into a werewolf right in front of her. It wasn't until the lupine beast that had been Alain had already taken several steps towards her that she felt urged to act, uncrossing her legs and planting her heels flat on the floor as she leaned forward to stand up.
 
By then, it was already too late. Preventing her fron rising out of her swivel chair, Alain's furry hands reached out to grip her upper arms, pinning them to her sides and shoving her back down as she tried to stand. She could see his eyes staring widely at her - just like earlier, hypnotized by the bounce of the rounded globes cradled by the tight fabric of her suit jacket and unhidden by any bra. But now, he wasn't afraid to touch; one of his clawed thumbs edged over and pushed into the side of one of those alluring f-cups.
 
His tongue, greatly lengthened and flattened, slipped out to run up from the nape of her neck over the bottom of her chin and all the way up her cheek, making Vera squeeze one eye shut as it went all the way up over her. "Get away...!" she said, voice rising belatedly in alarm. "I'll scre-"
 
Vera cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath as another of those strange creaks of joints and sinew sounded, this time because of the monstrous Alain opening his jaw wide as if to let out a howl, only for it to nearly split his head in half, going a good five or six inches lower, the jawbone totally unhinged from his fanged muzzle. Like a hot wet blanket being thrown over her, the werewolf's open mouth descended over the crown of her head, pressing down on her from his standing position looming over her. Though Vera was taller than him even without her heels, she hadn't stood up when she had the chance, so the height advantage was his... among many other advantages.
 
Before she could so much as complete a thought, Vera's world had gone pink all around her, and then black, as she felt her forehead push nigh-effortlessly past a ring of wet muscle... and enter the lupine throat. Her nose slid over his palate and soon his tongue was slurping on her chin and down her neck. In cringing reflexively, Vera put her shoulders together, which just made it easier for Alain to force his wide open jaws down around them, stretching his cheeks past her shoulders and letting his tongue slither down past her collar and writhe around under the surface of her jacket and blouse.
 
Alain was making a coughing sound as if he were choking as he forced his head lower and lower, using the leverage of Vera's bottom against her chair to force her in. She tried to pull back or tip the chair over to the side, twisting herself from side to side with all the strength she could muster, but her heels gave her precious little purchase against the floor. At long last Vera made to cry out at her predicament, to call for help, but by that time her head was entirely inside his throat and barely carried enough for Alain to hear, let alone anyone else. With her arms forced together like that, the beastly Alain used one of his hands to give her right bosom a greedy squeeze, feeling the heft and firmness of it... but even such a treasure couldn't preoccupy him long. With determination, the wolf lunged right onto her, making the chair creak beneath her as all his weight was put on her...
 
As it turned out, the bustline that had made Vera the envy of many of her co-workers was his next big challege, but the lunge gave Alain the momentum to drag his lower jaw over one jutting breast, squeezing it down against the bottom of his mouth. Then his tongue curled around and gathered in the other like a piece of fruit being eaten as part of a bunch. With a muffled grunt of effort Alain leaned forward again and got the breasts into his throat, where they made two distinct bulges as his neck was stretched to the limit. As Alain continued, Vera's breasts were squeezed lower and lower until they vanished into his expanding chest. Vera, screaming for all she was worth now, noticed a foul smell as her nose and forehead pushed past another fleshy obstruction.
 
Alain rested for a moment, looking down at Vera's legs and hips squirming in her seat, kicking blindly against the floor and his digitigrade feet. A sound almost like a strangled whine echoed through him as his hands slid down her curvaceous waist to grip Vera's buttocks through her tiny black miniskirt. He squeezed each of those cheeks three times acquisitively before suddenly lurching backwards, giving Vera a sensation of vertigo as she felt herself yanked forward and tipped up, ass over elbows. One of her black stiletto heels went flying as Alain staggered backwards with the momentum of throwing her lower body up over his head like that, staggering backwards. It turned out to be to much weight for the werewolf to quite manage and he collapsed backwards, his furry backside hitting the floor with a heavy thump. Unfortunately, that momentum was transferred to Vera, causing the greater part of her body to suddenly slip forward down that slimy tunnel. Gravity was pulling her down towards the center of Alain's body now. Her black hair and ponytail matted with saliva, Vera felt her head and face at last slam into a surface that didn't split open to allow them past... rather, it stretched around her face as more and more of her fell forward into the chamber.
 
The creature had not bothered to strip away any of Vera's clothing, so rather than leaving bloody scrapes, she merely felt the points of his fangs sliding over her body as she went down. When the first of those points finally went past her clothed navel, Vera realized that her slide wasn't going to be stopped. She could feel the hard floor beneath her, and as she reached out with her hands to try and push the springy walls of flesh away from her she could feel his muscular thighs as his legs spread wide apart to give her plenty of room to curl up in front of him. Her feet were kicking wildly now, but Alain leaned his head as far back as possible, angling the weight of Vera's bare, shapely thighs and well-rounded backside straight down. With a resounding gulp, he pulled her ass all the way into his jaws and probed his tongue up under the hem of her miniskirt, wettening the surface of her cotton panties and enjoying the feel of her sex.
 
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Rebecca was had almost reached the garage when she realized she'd foolishly forgotten to put her company tablet back in its charging station. The boss was a real stickler for little things involving company property and she winced at the thought of being reprimanded when she was so close to earning a raise. With a sigh, she stepped quickly as she made her way back up. But before she could reach her office she saw that Vera's office door was still ajar. Misery loved company, so Rebecca figured she might as well help her friend pass the time with some light conversation until she was finally ready to clock out herself... and give her some backup in chasing off that brat if he was still ogling her or hassling her over whatever he wanted.
 
As she approached, the tall, voluptuous brunette heard some very odd sounds coming from inside. She blushed - surely it wasn't what it sounded like! Biting her lip, Rebecca knew that she couldn't look, but who could resist, in such a circumstance? Whatever it was, she made a silent vow not to gossip about it.
 
What she saw was as far from innocent as it was from expected. A furry humanoid with a wolf's tail was strange enough to see, but words didn't do justice to the shock of seeing one tossing its head back with a mini-skirted butt and two frantically kicking legs - clearly belonging to Vera - protruding from its massively distended jaws. She almost cried out or fell back, but managed to watch silently, without drawing attention. Rebecca let her mouth hang open in mute horror. Unable to conceive of what was the proper thing to do in an unbeleivable situation like this she shook her head, trying to clear away what must be a hallucination, before pulling out her cell phone almost as a reflex and starting the camera, pointing it at the bizarre sight in front of her...
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Alas, Alain's determination flagged only momentarily, and his clawed hands reached up to grab hold of her kicking knees. All of Vera's desperate wriggling did nothing to get her out of the throat, and with a series of noisy, choking gulps, Alain forced her legs down past his jaws, soon leaving only her feet. Almost daintily, he slipped off her other black stiletto heel before gathering her feet up into his mouth with his tongue. The cool office air on her ankles and feet was the only part of Vera not absolutely overwhelmed by heat and wetness. She heard his jaw creak and pop again as he worked it back into place with a few seconds of difficulty, closing around her feet and at last sealing her off from the outside world. The last swallow was fast and dramatic, her lower legs sliding down the esophagus quickly before the muscular tube that had sucked her down snapped closed behind her. She heard Alain take a few deep, heaving breaths - the expansion of his chest squeezing her tighter each time he did, followed by the wolf taking several giant gulping mouthfuls of air which he swallowed down after her.
 
Alain was kneeling there on the office carpet, knees spread wide to allow an absolutely enormous furry gut as big as his entire body to spread out in front of him. "Wow," he said, his voice now deepened and with a growling edge. "I can't... I can't believe I ate her, just like that... I really hope that other lady went home. I'm so full I feel like I'm going to split open, I definitely couldn't handle another." Gradually, unsteadily, Alain stood up, his massive belly hanging out in front of him and unbalancing him greatly, hanging down over his hips and extending down just a few inches shy of his knees. It was a struggle to stand up straight as Vera's thrashing around inside made the huge weight dangling out in front of him sway and bounce from side to side.
 
Vera was upside down, facing away from him with her thighs folded up against the sides of her chest and her chin forced up against her own ample bust. "Oh God! Oh fuck! This isn't happening! Out! Let me out let me out!" Her breathing was quickening - although there was enough air inside the swollen stomach to sustain her for now, the acrid fumes burned her throat and nostrils with every breath she took.
 
Although none of the space she was in was exactly dry, the bottom of the highly elastic sac seemed to have something pooling in it... a liquid that slowly seeped through the fabric of her clothing where her back was resting in it... as soon as that warm liquid had soaked it through and penetrated, Vera gave a startled shriek. It burned like fire wherever it touched her skin. Blindly rolling over to get away from it, she found herself in a position as if she were trapped on a hot frying pan... getting one part of her away from the burning juice meant splashing another part into it. Her shoulder and side suffered similarly before she at last settled on curling up in a folded kneeling posture as if prostrating herself before a priest. Fear deepending by the moment she leaned forward and tried to balance the front of her body against the stomach wall, using its stretchiness to keep herself out of the stinging pool.
 
Alain looked down with a guilty look on his wolfish features as a large pair of breasts and two outstretched hands strained against the front of his stomach. Guilty, not least because she felt amazingly, marvelously good while squirming her way down his throat - a kind of bliss he'd never experienced before, and seeing her writhing around inside his stomach made a part of him feel satisfied beyond words. Curiously, he reached down and felt out where one of Vera's impressive breasts was making a prominent bump on the front of a belly as large as the entire rest of his body, and he gave it another appreciative squeeze, drawing a fresh yelp from Vera just as she'd made a very small amount of progress towards calming herself. Not knowing what else to do, Alain took another giant gulp of air to make sure she at least had enough to breathe, for now. Feeling something hard and loose rattling around among his teeth, he spat out a black button from Vera's suit that had gotten snagged and torn free during her trip down the gullet.
 
Vera's mind was racing - her rational intellect was putting aside the unbelievable horror of being swallowed whole and alive by a werewolf and thinking what she could do to save herself. Hands trembling with terror, she fumbled in her jacket and managed to pull out her cell phone, bringing up the screen and illuminating her dismal surroundings - a fleshy pink wall surrounding her on all sides, and a vile green liquid pooling right underneath her. The signal was flickering between a single 'bar' and zero. What could she do? Call the police? Their response time was what... fifteen minutes? She knew, her heart pounding faster, that she couldn't last that long in here. Grasping at the first faint hope she could think of, she dialed her boss, Mr. Liepin, who was just a few corridors away. What she expected him to do, she didn't know, but anything was better than nothing.
 
"HELLO?!" Vera shouted desperately into the receiver. "SIR? Help, you have to help me! It's Alain, Alain is attacking me! Ahh God, please hurry, come quickly, save me, save me!! He's got me trapped in..." Vera's strained voice caught in her throat and she choked on the words. "Come quickly, I can't breathe!"
 
Even as she spoke, Alain felt a chill run down his spine, disrupting his buzz of sublime pleasure. She had a cell phone! Did she say... Mr. Liepin? His lupine ears folded down and his tail drooped, his hands clutching at Vera's curves inside his belly guiltily. "Shhh, shhh! No, don't say anything! Hang up right now!" he bent double and growled direclty at his own squirming stomach bulge. "You're just making this worse for yourself! Ohhhh," he whined pitifully, "I need to think quickly..." Suddenly the pleasure of feeling every inch of her voluptuous body in the grip of his jaws and throat, and the sensation of exploring her tenderest places with his tongue, made him shudder in fear as well as delight... might that be in his near future, as well, he wondered?
 
"Oh dang... what was I thinking? I mean I know I'd heard of it happening but I never thought I'd... mmf... she's really heavy in there." Alain leaned back against the desk. It was hard for his rational mind to work at all at the best of times when the moon worked its mysterious ways on him, and now, the overwhelming sensation of fullness and the tickling sensation of hands, knees and breasts pushing against the overstuffed fleshy bag holding her in place was overwhelming him with primal urges to go, find a nice dark place with a soft comfortable spot on the floor, curl up, and go to sleep. But it was in both his and the poor office lady's interest that he think of alternatives. It was a strange feeling, being so bloated, and he had to keep gulping and tightening his throat to stop from burping.
 
"If I just get rid of this computer... she'll probably be so messed up and afraid after this that she runs out of town..." he tucked his arms under the giant hanging bulge over his midsection. His ears reddened as it turned out the only convenient part of it that he could grab to heft her up higher turned out to be the gorgeous ass that that miniskirt had barely concealed. "Um, can you hear me in there, Miss? If I spit you out, you're going to leave this city and never look back, right?"
 
Vera took a deep breath despite the foul, hot air closing in on her and already tasting very stale. "YES! YES, anythi- AAHHHHHH!" as it turned out the process of lifting her up from the bottom of the belly had caused the pool of acid to be forced upward, washing all over Vera's bottom and lower back. "Fuck, it burns!!"
 
"Maybe if I'd ate a tube of antacids first this would've worked better... Ok," Alain growled. "as soon as I bag it up I'll let you go." Looking around the room he spied a couple of cardboard boxes on a shelf. As he dashed over in the direction of one, he caused the belly hanging down to his thighs to bounce up and down wildly. Vera felt herself being tossed up and down wildly, causing her to grow even more disoriented. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to flip her upside down. Her sultry suit jacket, shirt and miniskirt were all soaked with patches of the acids, now. As Alain tossed the boxes over and started unplugging the computer, an ominous gurgle echoed all around Vera, roaring in her ears. It seemed that the stomach was responding to having been stuffed so far beyond reason and droplets of the horrible liquid began falling down on her forehead and upper back even as she resumed her struggle. Keeping away from it was impossible - more and more of the liquid kept pouring in from every direction, starting to fill the space up.
 
Suddenly Alain heard a noise from behind the office door that made every inch of his fur bristle, stopping in his tracks. There was a feminine grunt and a yelp of surprise.
 
There, to Alain's surprise, he saw that other impressively curvaceous beauty from before, the brunette lady, similarly attired to Vera, who had left just as he was coming in to try and reach an understanding with Vera... but rather than standing in the doorway, she'd fallen forward onto her stomach and now struggled to get up on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder. A cell phone was midway between her and Alain where she'd dropped it.
 
"Um," Alain began, not knowing how he could begin to explain the situation. But surprisingly, Rebecca didn't seem fixated on him - rather, she looked back over her shoulder an tried to crawl forward, closer to Alain, no less!
 
A hairy, ash grey hand reached from around the corner leading back into the hallway and grabbed onto Rebecca's heel. She was yanked sharply backwards, falling back to the carpeted floor tits-first with an anguished cry. There was a loud slurping sound and the well-endowed brunette's cry of concern became a wail of terror. Emerging from around the corner even as Rebecca was pulled back was a wolf's head, jaws distended around Rebecca's legs and thighs. A long tongue could be seen pushing its way up under the hem of her miniskirt from behind, lashing up and down before the muzzle crept forward over the swell of her ass. She grabbed frantically for anything she could, trying to dig her fingers into the carpet.
 
There was precious little leverage to be had - and compared to Alain's somewhat clumsy motions in tipping Vera up into the air and down his throat, this new threat moved with smooth confidence. The hungry set of jaws' owner was creping forward on all fours, chest nearly flat against the ground, as he noisily gulped down Rebecca's butt. Once his throat got a grip on her hips she was yanked backwards by the force of swallowing alone. The tight-fitting suit jacket Rebecca wore was equally effective as her co-worker Vera's at making the bouncing boulders on her chest jut out enticingly. The gray werewolf reached forward with one hand to squeeze those mounds flatter against Rebecca's chest with his palm and forearm before working his lower jaw under them, after which they bulged out his throat. In less than a dozen seconds Rebecca was most of the way inside a tight, wet tube... except for her feet, which had already landed in the place where the rest of her was going. Rebecca was screaming at the top of her lungs now, but of course, everyone else had long since gone home.
 
Hearing that roused Vera into another round of anguished squealing and whining, herself, and not just because the hot, stretchy prison holding her was filling up with more acid by the moment - having thought rescue was coming only to hear the sounds of another woman, who she dimly knew must be Rebecca, meeting a similar fate. Stretching himself to the brink, Alain kept his throat constricted and swallowed another big mouthful of air, as much to calm his own nerves as for Vera's benefit.
 
Her knees were forced to bend as they traveled past the werewolf's powerful, heavily muscled chest and landed in the gut. To prevent her from kicking off against the floor to make it harder to swallow her, the beast rose up to a kneeling position, yanking Rebecca and her frantically grasping arms off of the ground. In a panic, she reached down and beat her fists against the chest and the throat below her. She hooked her fingers around the edges of the jaws as the swallowing motion kept dragging her back towards that dank pit. But not even bothering to dislodge them, the werewolf simply placed the pad of a clawed index finger on her forehead and pushed. It was so slippery, Rebecca had no chance of keeping a grip on his lips, and she only slipped and pinched fruitlessly as the hot warmth engulfing her entire body spread as high as her neck. The long crimson tongue curled over her terrified face, slobbering over her nose and eyes, before her face entered those terrible jaws. The wolf's palm grabbed both of her hands in one fell swoop and forced them and her elbows down, where they scraped uncomfortably against the fanged upper jaw. With a snap, the werewolf instantly rehinged his jaw and snapped it shut. Only the long, smooth brown tresses of Rebecca's hair trailed outside of his lips, which he gathered up with a greedy lick of his tongue and swallowed with one last small gulp.
 
Rebecca's screaming face, visible through his bulging neckfur, was pulled down after the rest of her and she landed, butt-first, in a puddle of the same foul burning liquid that had been menacing her co-worker. With the second huge-breasted businesswoman out of the way and packed neatly into an even tighter and more confining space than Vera, the piercing yellow eyes of the larger werewolf fixated on Alain as its ears pinned back and its lips curled up threateningly.
 
As if it were trying to embarrass him, Alain's stomach, stuffed full of struggling woman, chose that moment to emit the loudest gurgle yet, easily audible even over a chorus of two sets of muffled, horrified squeals. Alain's voice first left his throat as a puppy-like whine before he was able to form words. "Hhhhhhnnnn... Hhhhi, Uncle Martin. I had a little accid-HURRRRRRRRRPPPPP!" The distraction meant that he couldn't hold it anymore, and Alain let out a belch loud enough to rattle the window. All the stale air that had been surrounding Vera was forced up and out, and the stomach contracted all around her, wrapping around her like a plastic bag. Even as Vera felt the life being squeezed out of her and the acid trickling over those few parts of her that had been unharmed until now, Alain hurriedly choked down another big gulp of air.
 
"Fucking pups these days. No self-control. What the hell were you thinking, opening the window like that? If Vera was opening it, that means get out of the room, dumb ass! If you couldn't handle seeing a pair of tits shaking around while you transformed without going on a feeding frenzy, it's your responsibility to know it and not expose yourself to it!" Even though Martin's gaze was stern, it was clear that he was enjoying the feel of the still-shocked Rebecca kicking and thrashing around, trying to punch and elbow her way out, inside of his bloated stomach - he reached up with one hand to wrap around the huge bulge and give the lump that one of her thighs made a squeeze. "I know your mama was too smart to teach you that you could just go around swallowing random office workers."
 
"I know, I know, I should have been home in the basement but it was an emergency...!" Alain's mind was racing, trying to think of what excuse he could possibly give, but Martin just pointed commandingly at him.
 
"Save it!" The larger werewolf said. "Do you know you just made me ruin a $6000 suit? And I'd promised your aunt Rita that I was coming home early tonight. She's been fucking suspicious enough of me, as it is... that woman practically has her face in the dictionary under 'jealous'. You can't just go trying out everything you hear in a story when we're out howlin' to the moon. There's a time and a place, and Ms. Anderton was about as far from an appropriate choice of prey as possible. And now, on account of you bolting down one of my employees, you went and made ME gulp my own secretary." He sighed again. "Sorry that you're having to pay the price for my nephew's carelessness, ladies. And as for you, pup, you just earned yourself a summer of unpaid labor, genius."
 
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ears pinned back, Alain squeezed his eyes shut and whined, putting a hand over his face. Part of him was silently praising his good fortune that his uncle hadn't pried further or tried to get Vera to tell him any more than she had - though trying to get Alain in trouble was probably the least of Vera's worries, right now. He had expected the punishment for this sort of thing to be a lot more severe (if not outright lethal) than paying for the... damages.
 
Martin got fully to his feet and shook his head, giving the bulge Rebecca was making in his midsection a pat, causing her to yelp with surprise. "Muh- Mister Liepin?! N-no! This, this can't be happening!" Rebecca yelled. Two handprints appeared in the stretched ash gray fur of his belly as she tried to push the confining barrier of flesh away from her.
 
Alain looked down at the spectacle a moment, then brought his eyes back up to his uncle's withering yellow glare. "Ok, I'll do everything you say, really, I've got control of myself now, sir! I'll use the edge of the desk there to push so that I can spit her out, and..." Vera felt a desperate hope restoring the vitality of her tired limbs at the sound of those words, and she began groping blindly towards trying to find the ring of muscle that had loosened to deposit her in here.
 
"Damn it Alain, you're being stupid AGAIN." Martin grunted and sniffed, swishing his tail back and forth irately. "Why do you think I swallowed up Ms. Bonham, here?" he squeezed Rebecca's feminine bulge between both his hands firmly, giving Alain a good look at a bosom that outstripped even that of his own stomach occupant pushing out from under Martin's fur. "Nobody can know about our kind. That's the whole point behind doing this in the first place."
 
"But," Alain said, eyes widening as he held the bulge of Vera in his stomach up against his chest, supporting it with both arms, "nobody would believe that right...? They'd be put in a insane asylum..." Meanwhile Vera was using up her precious air shouting her dismay: "No, NO! NO! NO NO NO NO!"
 
"You don't know what your stomach has been doing to my project leader, in there?" Martin growled contemptuously before pausing to take a gulp of air himself. Rebecca pleaded something in a muffled voice, but he ignored it. "Even if she's still kicking, she'll be singed all over even after just a few minutes. You don't think the hospital is going to make a note of something like that? All it takes is someone, somewhere to connect the dots, and us and all our kin are screwed." As if to punctuate his words the older werewolf's taut stomach vibrated with a noisy gurgling roar of its own, showering juices onto Rebecca and turning her muffled words into a muffled shriek. A sharp point appeared in the front of his belly and made Martin wince. "Grrr... you forced me to rush into action so quick that not only did I shred my suit but I didn't even remember to pull off Rebecca's heels, first..."
 
"But what do I... I mean, what should I do?" Alain looked down at where Vera's hands were desperately trying to push their way out from the stretchy surface of his white-furred belly. "I can't go home like this, can I..?"
 
"Hrmf. Well," Martin said, his coarse, growling tone of voice softening ever so slightly, "you better get started cleaning out her desk, to start with. Don't forget to collect her shoes. As for the women, well, naturally we'll have to digest them. Luckily for you, to save on plumbing bills I had power-flush toilets installed in this building."
 
Apparently, Martin had spoken loudly enough that the words 'digest', 'flush' and 'toilet' were audible to both Rebecca thrashing around in his own stomach and Vera being squeezed tightly in that of his nephew - because that set off an intense series of terrified struggles and cries of desperate disbelief. The jiggling curves that had lightened up the lives of everyone in the office each time Vera or Rebecca flounced past were giving one last energeric dance performance for an audience of only two.
 
"Wow," Alain said, eyes as wide as saucers. "Is it really okay to just digest her like that? But I guess it's the only proper thing to do. Oh, that's right...! I accidentally swallowed her phone with her..." Vera couldn't believe what she was hearing, telling herself it was a nightmare she'd wake up from any second. "NOOOOOOO! You can't do this, you can't do this! For the love of god spit me out before it's too late!"
 
"Head into the basement, no reception down there. She won't be capable of using it for.. URP! .. much longer." Martin said, letting out a couple of small burps and robbing Rebecca of much of the air bubble he'd given her. The curvaceous brunette, her long hair now matted with saliva and less savory juices and her pale, smooth skin getting burnt patches all over it just like Vera had been experiencing, let out the loudest cry of terror and disgust she could manage. "AUUGHH! You can't mean that!!! Mr. Li... you have to let me go! I won't go to the hospital, I'll go far away, you'll never hear from me again, just please don't leave me in a, in a...!"
 
Martin paid the muffled words emanating from his stomach no more mind though, only responding by giving the bottom of the bulge where one of Rebecca's generous round ass-cheeks was pushed up against the inside of his belly a hard smack with his palm. "I haven't tested out if they're up to the job, so I guess you and Miss Anderton will be giving the new plumbing its first real test. You better pray it can handle her, or you'll be cleaning up everything by hand... The tall, busty ones like this make for a big load to deal with. But I can't stick around here to try it myself - Rita is going to have my pelt as a living room rug if I'm any later. With luck I can just show her I'm home and let myself into the backyard, so she won't see this belly, until I'm ready to shit Ms. Bonham out in the woods out back."
 
Rebecca's response to overhearing that language echoing from around her was to cry out once again at the top of her lungs even as each deep breath that she took seared her nose and throat, eyes squeezed shut against the hot, stifling, acrid air around her. If only she had kept her cell phone in her pocket and not revealed it... she might be able to call for help. There was an entire, damning recording of Alain swallowing down Vera, but at this rate, nobody would ever see it... and, she realized with a new shudder of horror and revulsion, even if they did, it would be long after her monstrous boss had completely digested her. "This can't happen to me, this can't...! SIR! Listen! I'll give you anything you want, I'll be your servant, I - EEEEK!" She was interrupted by losing her precarious position and slipping forward, causing the front of her enviable chest to splash down against the bottom of Martin's stomach, immediately starting to burn intensely. "I can bring you others to eat! Can you hear me?!" The acids soaked through her dress shirt and her bra. "AHHHHH-GHHAAAAAA!" Another shriek ripped its way out of her hoarse, stinging throat.
 
The chorus of muffled wails emanating from the curvy feminine bulges in both furry lupine bellies intensified even as their air grew short, their gastric prisons swaying from side to side with their doomed struggles as Alain and Martin walked to the elevator. When Martin spoke again it was in a much more conciliatory tone. "Now I don't want you to think I'm not still pissed at you, pup," Martin said with a faint chuckle as he felt Rebecca's curves one last time with his hand, "but this isn't all bad. These ladies were both pretty competent and did fine work, but truth is I was overpaying them both, especially Vera. Hard to be rational when staring at curves like those when contract negotiation rolls around, and my wife gave me a nasty look when she had to pass Rebecca in the hallway on her way to visit me a few weeks ago. 'Least there's no severance package this way, and if I tell the other workers I fired both of them because of a screw-up that'll keep everyone else on their toes for a few months. And hey, maybe once you've paid me back, next summer I'll take you out to an out-of-town casino and show you how to take care of these occasional little urges of ours the safe way... well, heh, safe for us, that is."
 
Unable to suppress the pleasure he was taking this anymore, Martin gave a fang-filed grin as he curled his hand underneath the squirming bulge of his protruding belly. Her legs were kicking against the core of his body now, running up against his spine, but his tough body could easily endure it... and it was well worth it, to get to fondle his secretary's incredible rack to his heart's content after having to restrain himself from staring at her chest on a daily basis. It'd be cheating if he did something like that... but Rebecca was just kicking, struggling food now, and giving himself a little satisfied belly rub surely didn't count as a breach of his wife's trust.
 
With a growl, Martin forced himself to wipe the smile off his face as he glanced over to see Alain standing there with a bit more discipline, hands at his sides and back straight as the deadly prison of his belly swayed and bucked from side to side with Vera's final struggles. Martin sighed and shook his head with a bit of solemnity. "Don't go thinking that I want you to take it lightly, you understand... Being digested alive isn't a pleasant way to go. But then again, we all have to live out our nature, and for us, sometimes that means passing a secretary, or..." he counted off his past conquests on his fingers offhandedly, "...a cocktail waitress, or a lounge singer, or a cheating housewife using dating apps, or a pole dancer in a nurse outfit, through your guts. And don't you dare tell her I said anything but more than a few guys from the local bars have ended up getting inside your mom in a very different way than they'd hoped." he added with a soft chuckle and a swish of his tail.
 
That was the darkest moment yet for Rebecca. Even as her skin began to burn, an even worse chill ran down her spine than when her voracious boss had casually mentioned releasing what was left of her out of his ass in a few hours. He had done this before. All of this time she had thought Martin Liepin was just a dirty-minded, somewhat handsome middle-aged man who liked to stare. During the 2 years she'd worked for him, at least once he had said goodbye to Rebecca in the evening or the beginning of a long weekend, grabbed up some unfortunate woman whose only crime was looking a certain way that enticed Martin's inhuman urges, and digested said woman so quickly and thoroughly that Rebecca noticed nothing even slightly amiss when she encountered him again, except to note that he had an upbeat mood to show he'd had a good weekend. A... fulFILLing weekend. That was at least four women who had slid down that hot, powerful throat and bloated out that furry stomach until it filled up with acid and processed them like any other food, and reduced them to nothing but fertilizer for the trees and bushes in an unremarkable patch of land.
 
Vera, too, inside of Alain's stomach, choked and gasped in revulsion on the stale air. She kept trying to dial 9/11 on the cell phone but holding it steady and pressing the keys was all but impossible. Without even knowing it, Alain was tormenting her and disorienting her horribly just by walking at a casual pace, the stretchy gastric chamber around her going up and down, swaying from side to side as his thighs pushed into her again and again. She'd only succeded in dialing Martin because she only had to hold down the '3'; actually getting a whole number entered correctly was impossible. The phone and her hands were so slippery she lost her hold on it, and had no hope of recovering it until Alain stopped moving... by which time it would be too late. "Damn Rebecca..." she whined and grunted through clenched teeth. "Why didn't you go for help... You stupid, stupid bitch... It isn't my fault that you're going to be turned into crap too, now. all you had to do to save me and yourself was call someone who could help!!" Feeling more and more lightheaded now she grunted with effort as she kicked, pushing out her hands and shoulders in an effort to stretch the stomach so wide that he had to heave her up, or perhaps to reach an upright position so that she could force her way back up his throat. When she spread her legs wide and her now-badly-burned ass bounced and wiggled against Alain's lap as he walked, she could feel a shiver of excitement run through the werewolf. There was no doubt about it - he was positively enjoying feeling her fight against the stomach enveloping her.
 
In spite of himself, Alain was unable to stop from wagging his tail as Vera inside of him sputtered and struggled, vision going dark. Another burp worked its way up past Alain's jaws, echoing in the elevator as Vera, floating in an ever-rising pool of searing enzymes and feeling pieces of her skin already starting to flake off, curled in on herself. The tide of juices was so great that she could't even keep her face above the surface anymore, acid starting to get in her nose and mouth... By the time the elevator reached the ground floor her struggles were dying down, but Martin, having taken extra gulps of fresh air, was making sure to make the most of this rare treat by squeezing and kneading the squirming form of Rebecca lewdly with his powerful hands, bouncing her up and down as he cruelly kept her alive amid the sizzling deluge of acids bathing her for his amusement.
 
As his uncle went out to his car, Alain stretched as he walked into the dusty basement. Vera had given up the ghost and was still, so he allowed himself another hefty, satisfying belch before finding a relatively non-dusty space on the floor and flopping down on top of the digesting lump of office-lady meat, curling up greedily over it, using his own bloated stomach like a beanbag. Even though he knew that the cell phone was no longer an issue and he needed to start gathering up the belongings for which Vera no longer had any use, Alain was unable to resist his instincts any more, not after his dear uncle had encouraged him so, and it was mere seconds before he was snoozing peacefully, listening to the symphony of gurgles as his first human meal began to be reduced to chyme.
 
By the time he awoke with a start, Alain took a deep breath - well, he was still in his wolf form, so that meant that the sun wasn't up yet. Though he chided himself for his carelessness, he still had time. In fact, what had awoken him was the feeling of his nose pressing against the cold floor... the huge bloated bulge he had fallen asleep on top of was much, much smaller now, a soft, perfectly round paunch protruding from the front of his hips, a little larger than a basketball. As he yawned and got to his feet, he felt a sudden, sharp pressure from deep inside of him. Tensing, the sound of a noisy 'PFFFRRRRRTTTT' echoed through the basement as he lifted his tail and a foul smell filled the room. The pressure building at the base of his tail made him wince uncomfortably and scamper into the elevator quickly. Clearly Vera, ever a diligent worker, had finished her tour of his intestines ahead of schedule. "Damn - hurry, hurry..." he said to himself, crossing his legs as he felt the lift rise and watched the floor number increase. "She's just as eager to get out of me now as she was before digestion."
 
It was fortuanate there was no night watch here. Besides having allowed Uncle Martin to swallow up his secretary feet-first without worrying about her screaming drawing attention it meant tht Alain could dash through the cubicle farm on all fours in his transformed state heedless of how noisy he was being. He shouldered past the swinging door, flung open a stall door, and turned around. Lifting his tail, Alain turned around and settled his furry backside onto the porcelain seat, legs spread wide apart.
 
At last Alain allowed his clenched tailhole to relax, while other muscles tightened. A smooth brown log as thick as his arm forced its way out, splashing down noisily as a foul smell filled the room. It broke off and fell from his asshole, coiling in on itself. Pulling one one of his legs aside, Alain looked down beneath him with morbid curiosity. After all, he'd done this to poor Ms. Anderton and there was no going back - all that was left of her was shit, so the least he could do was look... and besides, he needed to be sure that that phone didn't pass all the way through along with the rest of her.
 
Just like he'd heard, it was clear that his stomach had had no trouble at all processing even the largest bones. There were yellow bone splinters among the mass but nothing bigger than a half inch across. Looking at it and judging by the rough sensation inside his actual stomach, Vera's clothes hadn't accompanied her through the intestines and were still sitting there wadded up in his belly. Alain pressed the lever on the toilet tank down. The noisy hiss of the vacuum action pulling the first load of thoroughly digested woman down the pipes felt infused with a solemn finality.
 
Alain shook his head and growled, impressed and a little amused to watch the grim spectacle. Thousands of years of human ingenuity and cleverness had helped lead to the creation and installation of such an efficient little device, all for the purpose, so it would seem, of making it easier for a supernatural, prehistoric monster that had stalked humanity for ages to tracelessly shit out and dispose of a clever human. Before he could enjoy the dark irony too long he winced as he felt more of Ms. Anderton knocking on his backdoor and noisily released another thick brown coil into the porcelain bowl with a grunt, followed by a good half-gallon of urine, to be flushed away just like the first.
 
As it turned out, Alain was sitting there for quite a long time - a half hour at the very least. His furry bottom was getting sore from the hard seat, and his tail exhausted from being held up in an elevated position for so long, by the time he finally felt the last of the pressure Ms. Anderton's remains had been exerting on his insides go away after one last grunt, squeeze, and splash. A warm, relaxed feeling of contentment radiated through his lower body as he stood up. With mild dismay he noted that the woman had had a tiny measure of revenge on him in that there was an inch or two of pudge on his formerly skinny midsection that hadn't been there before. Looked like he'd be needing to skip breakfast and lunch for a few months. A wad of used toilet paper - difficult but not impossible to use with claws on one's fingertips - was dropped atop the final pile.
 
Even though he knew he should feel guilty, the main thing Alain felt as he pushed the lever and watched the last few weighty lumps of Vera's new form go rushing into the sewers was relief - both physically in having disposed of about 90 pounds of extra weight, and in knowing that the evidence of his little swindle wouldn't come up now. "Really," he said as if Vera could still hear him, "if you'd just been reasonable and let me make things good with a little apology instead of threatening to tell my uncle, I wouldn't have had to flush you like that, Miss... and your friend the busty secretary wouldn't be a steaming pile of wolf shit right now, either. Not only that, but now that I know what a thrill it is, the next time I get a chance I won't be able to resist... so the next pretty lady who winds up stretching out my belly for a few hours and vanishing into the sewers on the night of a full moon will have you to blame as well."
 
Panting happily now, he strolled out of the bathroom with a smirk on his muzzle and a swagger in his step as he went to collect all of Vera's things in a cardboard box or two. For now he'd just take it with him and hide it in the garage, maybe sell it off to a pawn shop a few months down the road when any suspicion over her sudden disappearance had died down. Among the things in her desk turned out to be a set of car and house keys, giving him a convenient ride home with nice tinted windows to hide his lupine form. And since he didn't live in the best neighborhood, he was confident that if he left it sitting in a parking lot nearby his house with the keys dangling from one of the doors in plain sight, it'd be gone by morning.
 
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Rebecca'a gurgling prison bounced up and down with each step as she was carried away from Vera. Even though she knew the monster that her boss had secretly always been could hear her if she shouted, she had no more words for him as she kept stubbornly kicking even though her legs burned internally with exhaustion, even as the smooth, bare skin of her legs and thighs, which she had taken such pride in showing off with her choice of miniskirts each day, began to burn externally with the pool of acid flooding up around her. Someone HAD to come rescue her from this. It couldn't just end this way. Thanks to the slimy environment, with one having already slipped off, one more particularly forceful kick that created a sharp point on the front of Martin's furry belly caused her remaining shoe to fall away depriing her of her only weapon.
 
A rumbling belch echoed from all around her and the stomach walls pressed in once again, tightening around her and squeezing every inch of her curves in their soft yet deadly grip. Her knees and shoulders were forced together once again and her head was forced down, her chin nestling in her own clothed cleavage. Suddenly she felt a pair of large hands groping her through the outside once again, adding humiliation to her deadly peril. But instead of just feeling, the grip pushed her butt up and rolled her over onto her side and then upside down. She felt the back of her head pushing against the base of the stomach and the deepest part of the acid pool began assailing her scalp. At first it just seemed the werewolf was doing this so he could get another good grope of her tits, but then she heard a car door open and was cradled in those hands, lifting her up and plopping her back down on the wolf's lap as he sat down in the car seat. Even with the seat pushed back she felt the hard surface of the steering wheel pushing up against her thigh. Just as she felt the air going terminally stale another huge gulp of air traveled down the esophagus and pushed the fleshy walls out away from her ever so slightly. "MFFFFFFF!" her latest cry of dismay was muffled by the tight stomach hugging her face.
 
"Can you still hear me, my dear? One more time, I apologize for all of this. I'm just looking out for myself and my family, you know." Martin growled towards his stomach as Rebecca's now-barefoot kicks grew weaker from exhaustion, seeing the impression of her horified face down below and between the sharp bulges of her knees in the rear-view mirror. "I realize that facing your impending digestion is bad enough without me rudely discussing the shape you'll be in in a few hours. But all living things return to the soil eventually, it'll just be a little sooner than you expected, is all." Rather undermining his "kindly" words, Martin couldn't resist giving both of her thighs an appreciative squeeze with his hands before he turned he ignition and pulled out of the parking garage.
 
With each turn the vehicle took, Rebecca was rolled to one side or the other, acid sloshing all over her like a tide and soaking every inch of her clothes. The one way her harried, adrenaline-fueled mind could think of to try and get free was to try and shove the steering wheel one way or another with sudden motions of her knees, but the walls of the stomach were just too slick for her to get any kind of grip on it. In recognition of this risk Martin was driving with one hand, keeping his other arm draped over Rebecca's squirming feminine bulge acquisitively. After a few minutes on the road of this sloshing torment he let out one last burp that echoed in the car's interior... and this time, as the fleshy tomb was pulled tight around Rebecca's curves, there were no more gulps of air forthcoming.
 
"MMMFFF! NMMMFMFFFFFF!" shouted the impression of Rebeccas's face on the front of the furry grey stomach. The struggles intensified in one last burst of activity before Rebecca's vision grew dim and she passed out. The last thought that crossed her mind, now that escape was clearly impossible, was that she'd clicked the share button on her recording cell phone just moments before Martin had pounced on her from behind...
 
The car was silent except for the roaring gurgles of digestion for those next 30 minutes. When Martin pulled into the driveway he noticed that his wife Rita's car was gone. That was... odd. He checked his watch, but he wasn't more than 5 minutes late compared to when he'd promised her he would be home. To reduce the odds of a difficult conversation he shot her a message (which was a time consuming endeavor with furry fingers): "Home now, gonna take a nap in the back yard and appreciate the moon, be in in 4 or 5 hours."
 
Even if it was only one night a month the transforming power of the moon's rays was a constant risk for those like him and his sister and nephew. Aside from the sudden spike of desire to pounce on and devour the nearest attractive person (even their own kind, if no humans were available) in the seconds immediately following that transformation, in the age of these damned cell-phones and cameras everywhere it was was getting impossible to get around. They didn't keep in touch closely but word at the rare werewolf gatherings indicated that the great majority of them had moved to less-developed nations where such devices were less common, and the periodic disappearances that plagued any city a werewolf or three inhabited were less noticed.
 
Those who remained like him needed to be cautious. The risk only remotely manageable because a werewolf did not transform until he or she looked directly at the face of the full moon. Over the centuries, many who couldn't bear the guilt of the crimes perpetrated in their furry form had managed to find a 'cure' by intentionally blinding themselves, but the stress of feeling and sensing the presence of the moon each month without being able to transform, as well as the health problems that accrued after years of inability to express their bestial aspects, tended to cut their lives short. For the rest it was a matter of staying indoors and avoiding catching a glimpse of the shining moon until they were sure they were safely isolated. Even so, if it weren't for a few well-placed secret societies with business and legal influence the werewolves maintained, they would long ago have been exposed and destroyed. Likely, their days were numbered no matter what they did, but for now, their age-old habits continued. Most of the time they kept themselves locked away and safe... but even though they always warned and chided one another, no werewolf could go forever without indulging their deepest lust. Therefore, it couldn't be helped that every so often, the lunar transformation of werewolves like Alain and Martin coincided with a human or two undergoing a much more dramatic, and less temporary, 'transformation'.
 
Flopping down in his favorite hammock to enjoy the afterglow of digestion, Martin dragged a large quilted blanket over himself and rolled to his side. It couldn't quite hide the enormous bulge that all the meat inside of him made, but he knew that the woman inside him was already softening considerably. His latest belch had seen his stomach compress and round out into a smaller bulge than would be possible if Rebecca had still been intact. Within half an hour more she'd be coming apart in there, a puddle of mush and exposed bones which his powerful stomach would grind up and process mercilessly.
 
After a few hours of peaceful, contented rest, Martin awoke under a still-dark sky and softly patted the shrunken, spherical bulge where Rebecca's remains were packed in his guts. After a quick five minute hike out into the woods of some neighboring undeveloped land he found his favorite spot in the midst of a dense tangle of trees. There were a few deep holes there already hiding wads of discarded garments; one contained a skimpy two-piece vinyl parody of a nurse's outfit and fishnet stockings... plus two fist-sized lumps of silicone. Another contained one of the short, cleavage-baring frilly dresses and ribbon-adorned knee-high stockings of a cocktail waitress who'd "vanished" years ago. A third hole held a pair of denim short-shorts, a tank top and athletic shoes. A fourth held a rumpled slit-sided dress with a plunging neckline, with only a few of the sequins that had originally covered it still clinging to it... that had been a risky one, since the dump its owner had made had been speckled with still-glimmering red sequins that had come loose while the dress's owner was being digested.
 
There were a couple more that he hadn't mentioned to Alain, as well... one was the letter jacket and jeans of a man who he'd eaten to help cover things up when there were too many male witnesses for his beloved sister to handle on her own. A final hole contained a slinky low-cut green minidress with matching heels and the crumpled remains of a pair of diaphanous costume wings - a Halloween fairy outfit that had long since outlasted its original owner. The only evidence of his sordid, predatory history not to be here as a sort of buried trophy collection was a red and black fern-leaf print bikini that had been small and light enough to pass all the way through his digestive system and out of his tailhole as part of the thick coil of waste its owner had made, only to be sent down to the sewers just like his employee Ms. Anderton, when Martin had been unable to find a way to sneak out of that pool party in werewolf form (nevermind while swinging around a big belly). It had taken a long time and the use of a plunger to get all of that one down. Perhaps he'd tell his nephew a couple more of those stories, one of these days, even before he made more of them alongside the pup. Surely the kid might find it awkward to hear about some of his mother Clara's involvement in such little incidents, but well, Clara couldn't hide her own habits forever, and certainly Alain would be in no position to judge her now.
 
But first things first; resting his hands on the ground, Martin squatted down with his legs wide and grunted. An enormous brown log pushed its way out of his ass and began coiling up on the leaves. The feel of a particularly large shard of bone tickled his tailhole and sent a shiver down his spine to the tip of his tail. In spite of his dubiously sincere apologies to Rebecca while she'd still been in the first stages of digestion, the werewolf was sighing in bliss, glorying in the warm feeling of relief as foot after foot of converted secretary emerged from his bowels to join a growing pile. Blissful relief filled him as he unburdened himself of nearly a hundred pounds of shit.
 
Tail wagging and growling softly with satisfaction as the last of Rebecca's new form was squeezed out, Martin grabbed a handful of leaves to wipe himself clean. After kicking a covering of dirt over the steaming brown pile, he considered his job done - the trees and bushes would be well-fertilized now and that was the end of it. Knowing that Rita would hit the roof if she found a miniskirt or a jacket sized for F-cup tits laying discarded in the house he risked staying a bit longer, pushing on his stomach with his hand and using his hand (the one he hadn't used for wiping, of course!) to stick down his throat.
 
Soon he felt something coarse coming up his throat as he gagged. Rebecca's clothing came back up in an acid-bleached, wrinkled wad the size of volleyball. It didn't feel or taste nearly as good coming up as it had going down when it had Rebecca's incredible curves filling it out. But if you were struck by the moon and sent into a feeding frenzy, you didn't have time to think about carefully disrobing someone, so hacking up a human's empty clothes was a perennial ritual for werewolves who gave in to their wicked natures. Working quickly, Martin dug a hole four feet deep in the soft soil, dropped the jacket, miniskirt, business heels, and panties down, and then filled it back in with a couple of swift kicks of his hind legs.
 
The last part of his little ritual before creeping back home was to let out a single long howl.
 
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When Alain finally approached the back of his own house, stealthily keeping to the shadows, the excitement and pleasure still hadn't quite worn off. It seemed that digesting someone left a werewolf feeling giddy and light on his feet all night. Sure, he had no doubt his uncle was going to make him work his tail off over summer, but the young werewolf had figuratively and literally gotten away with murder, and he could tell that his uncle had enjoyed devouring his own secretary so much that it would be easy to talk him into taking a little day trip somewhere to meet up with some women to squirm their day down their throats and provide another internal massage like that. "Next time," he said with anticipation, "I wanna see what the limit is for how long I can keep one wriggling in my stomach... that office lady gave me at least five solid minutes of struggling, I bet I could keep one going for twice that long..."
 
However, as he slunk in through the back door he heard the light flick on in the messy den. There on the couch was a tall, voluptuous female werewolf wearing nothing except for an undershirt and underwear, which her tail had forced its way past. From her position, she had been sleeping there and only awoke when Alain walked past.
 
"OH! Uhhh... hello, mom. Sorry I was out so late, I ended up having to help with a favor that really took me a while. I made sure to thank Uncle Martin for dropping me off..."
 
"Do you know what time it is?" Clara growled at him. "You could have at least called. I was concerned you might've not been able to resist transforming, and sure enough it looks like you weren't..." She narrowed her yellow eyes and looked at him closer. "Alain, I thought you were supposed to be keeping in shape for the track team. Have you been buying junk food before coming home, again? You've put on some weight."
 
"AH!" Alain felt his fur britling and tried to supress it. "Yeah, you got me, guilty as charged, I just can't resist those dollar tacos, they're so cheap... Ah, I'll be sure to slow down on that and start adding an extra few miles to my daily routine until I work it off."
 
"Grrrr.... hmpf. We'll talk more about it in the morning, you need to get some sleep now or you'll be out until past noon, again." his mother Clara said with an irate swish of her tail. "Off you g-"
 
Just as Alain was already turning to scamper back to his room the worst happened - a sharp, chirping BEE-EEP, BEE-EEP, BEE-EEP... the ringing of a phone with the default tone. But rather than coming from Clara's purse it was a very muffled sound, only audible to a werewolf's sensitive hearing... because it was coming right from Alain's stomach. Looks like someone was trying to call Vera, unaware that the woman they were trying to reach was flowing through a sewage pipe now. But even though Ms. Anderton had lost her struggle against Alain's stomach and was long gone now, it seemed she'd be having the last laugh.
 
Before Alain could react, Clara was pouncing on him and slammed her closed fist into his midsection with so much force that if it had been targeted at an ordinary human, it probably would've punched straight through their stomach and out their back. As it was, the bolus of clothing in Alain's stomach was forced up past his esophagus, causing him to involuntarily gag and start heaving it up. His efforts to swallow it back down were foiled when another three vicious punches followed the first.
 
Alain was helpless to hide his shame as his jaws gaped wide and a nasty, wet sound accompanied a wadded up grey women's blazer, obviously fitted for a generous bosom, falling onto the hardwood floor with a splat. The harsh light of the standing lamp next to them revealed there was a miniskirt and a white pair of panties mixed in with it too. A hard lump followed it up Alain's throat and the cellphone - screen cracked by impacts against bones but seemingly waterproof and otherwise intact - fell to the carpet. Now that he'd begun he couldn't stop and Alain remained doubled over until something else came up too - a round lump of a wobbling, translucent, jelly-like substance. Alain was just about to wonder out loud what that was (being unfamiliar with the technology that had helped Ms. Anderton attain her astonishing curves) when he looked back up to see two yellow eyes like burning coals staring at him from uncomfortably close.
 
"Tell me, son," Clara said with a grave, guttural tone of voice. "Whoever she was... did she last long enough inside your stomach to know what was happening? Did she kick and scream? Did she beg for you to let her go?"
 
A very heavy, awkward silence hung in the air. Alain hadn't expected that and was hypnotized, unable to say anything but the plain truth, willing himself through great effort to not wag his tail at the mention of the pleasant sensations Ms. Anderton wriggling inside his overstuffed stomach, struggling vainly against her inevitable digestion, had given him. "Yes... she struggled and pleaded the entire time. But, I mean, I couldn't let her go talking about how she'd seen a werewolf, especially that she'd been swallowed by one, so, well, I digested her. I'm sorry!"
 
Clara's tone was still surprisingly neutral though with a hint of rage lurking in it. "And you don't think that a pile of crap stacked 2 feet high with strands of hair and bits of bone sprinkled in is suspicious? Nevermind the fact that it's murder."
 
"Well," Alain said, shamefully resting a clawed hand on the hack of his neck, "the office turned out to have really powerful toilets so I managed to flush all of her down. And... how do you know exactly how large the heap of waste from a digested human is, anyway?"
 
That seemed to have touched a nerve. Clara leaned down and sank her teeth into Alain's shoulder. A werewolf in transformed shape had tough skin, very tough - even small caliber handgun bullets wouldn't be able to penetrate. That was one of the reasons that their territorial struggles tended to involve swallowing the opponent completely. But just because it didn't draw much blood didn't mean it wasn't extraordinarily painful. "OWW! Mom, stop! STOP, please!"
 
Clara kept gnawing and gnashing as several spots around his shoulders and throat for several minutes before relenting and letting him up. As Alain started to scurry away she gave his furry tail a sharp kick from behind. "Get to your room, you greedy little fuck! You're grounded - no car, no electronics, and ESPECIALLY no going out until I say otherwise! I'm going to check the missing persons reports and so help me, if it turns out that woman you carelessly turned into crap had dependents, it's going to be ten times worse for you!"
 
The boy yelped and covered his head as he ran, tail dipped low. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he whined. From his tone, Clara noted, you'd think he was apologizing for putting a ding in somebody's car, rather than having stuffed a woman down his throat, digested her alive, deposited her in the sewer.
 
It certainly didn't make Clara feel better about having done something similar over a dozen times, including Alain's father, for whom there were at least two possible candidates, all of whom had wound up in a septic tank. Morality aside, now that her son was going to be responsible for a slow but steady stream of disappearances too - it was never 'just one' human who got devoured - it was only a matter of time until someone got truly suspicious. If only that truly debauched pack the next city over were a bit more restrained instead of indulgently eating multiple humans a year, it would be easier on Clara and her family. But what was to be done? Even Clara was feeling the hunger getting worse and worse with every passing full moon after swearing off eating handsome men a year ago... Oh, what was to be done?