The gang’s all here! After a long and particularly tiring week, everyone was ready for a night of fun in order to properly stretch those muscles and ease their nerves. This time, they didn’t even need to discuss where to go. Everyone knew exactly where they’d be going, The parsimonious Opossum, whose sign displayed a cartoonish looking marsupial pouring two comically oversized bottles into its mouth. It wasn’t too old a bar to have the stodgy old timers that sucked out the fun like some sort of “If only I hadn’t slammed my Ford Tahoe into that park fountain”- fun vampires with their equally sad yet inane stories. It wasn’t too young a bar to feature a collection of college kids who demanded you shotgun with them every 40 seconds. While it had been hard to pull Bobie away from this pack, it had gotten rather tiresome for Abbie to have so many sudden games of “How many times can I accidentally drop my phone between your boobs?”

Instead, this place was perfect for folks like them, or as Duke would say through his accent (after proper translation of course). “We’re just a couple of guys being dudes!” This was more than satisfactory for a group whose population was majority women, and definitely more than a couple of people. It, much like the bar they were in, and the relative state of chaos that followed them all, was exactly what they all desired. But chaos has a way of finding those who seek it, and tonight was no exception. Every time they went out, the party faced “incidents” that occured from too much booze in their system. Sometimes it'd be just one person, or it’d be half the group. But every night they went drinking, the same old story started happening. And tonight was no different as, sure enough, both Pavan and Abbie locked eye contact with each other. So far, the thoughts of upsetting the delicate ecosystem of drinking and enjoying each others company had only crossed their minds. But as each approaches each other, outwardly displaying the looks of flirty attraction, they both ready for a shootout only matched in speed by the gunfights of the old west.


Tonight was just not Pavan’s night. That incubus, while a quick draw in their normal matches, was going against a girl who wasn’t just alluringly attractive to him, but more pressingly was also MUCH stronger than him. Opening his mouth, he’d fling himself forwards, only for his face to be grabbed by her strong, bovine hands. Instantly, memories of creeping her social media (let's be honest, they all did that to each other) and those poor popped watermelons between her thighs causes his eyes to shine with a desperate and pleading fear. Chuckling, the moo mercifully opens her mouth instead, deciding to send this winged boy to the place he rightfully earned after such a foolish little stunt. HOMPH, the cow engulfs over the boy’s head with such a loud voracity that everyone immediately becomes aware that all bets are off. As the cow lifts Pavan into the air, swallowing more and more of him down into her rapidly expanding gut, Perrin looks over in amusement as she can almost catch the after-image of the goblin boy Bobie fading out of existence as if reality itself had suddenly deleted him. Of course, that reality in this case went by the name of Carrie, who had snuck up and done an ambush from behind the helpless boy and was already halfway through him.

Putting back the last of her drink, Perrin sighs in contentment. Everyone had lasted a little longer than normal tonight, so she was in the thoroughly buzzed section of her drinking. And as she reached out with one arm and grabbed a certain elf who hadn’t been paying attention about anything but monstertrucks this entire time, and then leaned down the bar and grabbed the one very drunk and still standing redneck hellhound, she promptly smushed both of them against her belly. That catgirl lets off a smug chuff as both of them sink slightly, Sidona’s blush more indicative of her knowing she was the cause of that slight pudge while Duke… Well Duke was more of along for the ride and just really liked pressing against this cute catgirl. Since he enjoyed her just so much, and the other two girls who had joined in the chaos had already finished their meals, he would be the first to go down tonight! With a few heavy Glup, Glup, Gup, noises echoing out, that dog had been banished to the tum of the cat! Laden with the one person considerably larger than her, Perrin simply grins at the helpless elf, who knows her fate’s already sealed. There’s no resistance of the elf as she too is homphed over. But every swallow that follows comes with a soft lick against any bare skin found, causing her to squirm in flustered excitement. Of course, nothing gets her squirming quite as hard as when Perrin pulls the poor elf’s skirt off to use as a napkin, bringing that flailing into overdrive as she too is quickly pulled under and down into that gut. With a heavy Pwahhh, Perrin exhales as the other two predatory girls let off a drunken cheer of delight at their “leader” for this evening.

There was a tradition done to each person who lost when the chaos broke out. The losers of the night always had to pay for drinks for everyone left standing. This would be deemed unfair by most...but to this group it just meant you had to get good scrub 1v1 me in rust bby. Abbie is the first to show off her prize as she flashes the incubus’s silver MINIMALIST WALLET Sticking out her tongue in triumph, she pulls out his credit card and sets it on the table. The bartender, used to this sort of shenanigans and in the “im too old for this shit” category, takes it without second thought and brings the girls another round of drinks. Perrin follows right afterwards, setting out Duke’s wallet and removing Sidona’s coinpurse she had on her as well. A normal individual would think the two money holders depicting Tennis superstar Serona Wibbums on it and the depicting SUPERSTAR MONSTERTRUCK GRAVEDIGGER SMASHING A TANK would belong to a girl and guy respectively...well not so my dear friend! Duke had a thing for strong, confident women, a bill that Perrin fit perfectly as she lets off a small belch and pats her gut, feeling him squirming a little harder for a moment. And well...Sidona liked monstertrucks, what more could you say? With more drinks set out, the cow and cat turn to look at the fox, who, until this moment, has looked especially smug. That is, until she realizes she forgot to strip a certain gobbo of his wallet. Eyes widening, she balls her fist and hits her chest a few times, prompting a heavy HIC to sound from her throat. Again and again now without even beating on her chest, she hiccups with deep HICs until finally, one catches her prize and Bobie’s Super Wahoo Brotherz wallet goes flying out on to the counter. Another cheer from the trio of girls and another three rounds ordered on top of the previous three. Moderation has flown the coop.

Like lions feasting after danger is away, these girls were able to go wild without any sense of worry. Round after round of drinks continue to come, and round after round is properly dumped down their throats on to their squirming inhabitants of each of those guts. And all that squirming certainly helped the good times roll. Perrin had gotten extra loud off of that dopamine rush, as Duke could not possibly find a way to maneuver without Sidona’s butt or bust against him, so that dog was kept in a constant spinning motion that kept the predatory cat good and satisfied. Carrie, the devious little fox of the bunch, had happily pulled out her camera and was taking some of the most “artist” (Read: Awful) pictures she could manage. Close up shots of that belly, blurry images of her yelling nonsense while thinking she was recording video. All the while she could faintly make out Bobie begging her not to post anything online (Don’t worry Bobie, shes too drunk to hit the record button for longer than 2 seconds. These are unwatchable). As for Abbie, the other two were lightweights in comparison to her yet even she was feeling the effects of the fourth 40 she was pumping back like a champ. Her belly gurgled loudly, clearly aggravating Pavan more and more as he continues his squirming within her. With all three girls thoroughly pleased at their catches, the very sloshed foxgirl tosses her camera to the bartender and begs him to get a picture of the three. Peace signs fly and bottles are raised as that picture is taken as the sole legible proof this night had happened as all three girls were approaching blackout zone. With that, and all three girls giggling to themselves, they began their arduous trek home in order to sleep all this boy and booze off.

The walk (or should I say waddle?) home is painfully slow. All three girls giggle endlessly as their meals begin to really digest. Indeed, every road they turn down, their meals lose just a little more definition to them, especially around the time they get sidetracked and wander into the park. Its a clear night out, so they all sit on the ground and stare up at the stars in an admittedly very pretty moment. Well..pretty until Carrie smirks at the other two and says “Hey I bet you guys can’t say this louder than me” before cupping her lips and screaming at the top of her lungs “BUTT” and erupting into a fit of laughter as the word echos off of the trees. Abbie tries to remain serious for a moment as she presses a hand into her soft belly, before she finally smirks too and yells out “BUTT” for the world to hear. Both of them start to laugh a little harder as they look over to Perrin. The very stuffed and sloshed cat has been absorbed in staring at her rounded gut for the last ten minutes, only to snap back when they call her name. Initially, she’s hesitant, but finally with a sheepish smile and heavy chanting from the other two girls she takes a deep breath and...belches loud as she could on accident. “BRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPTTTTT” as she tries in vain to actually say the word over such an outburst. As all three girls try to stand, they’re practically falling over themselves laughing at their drunken spectacle. The rest of the trip home is far less eventful as their meals had become large pots of sloshy liquid, which SLORSHED and SLOSHED side to side with every step, but eventually they stumbled into one of their houses and each fell for the nearest place to sleep: the exact same couch. With Perrin landing first, her position was normal as she leaned back and was out like a light. Carrie was second, opting instead for using her gut for a pillow, sleeping forwards in a position sure to cause a great deal of neck pain by morning. And alas poor moo had her spot on the side, splaying herself over Perrin slightly as she too passed out immediately at the end of a long and very enjoyable night. Though their fun was over, those ominously gurgling guts said that the aftermath of the night was far from it as oh so slowly, those guts began to shrink and find their contents spread out in new areas on these girls.

It was that foxgirl who was the first to rise. As she had “only” eaten a helpless goblin the night before, her body was the first to finish off its meal and disperse Carrie’s newfound gains all across her body. And, well...Bobie had been very kind to her in going to just where she wanted. While one hand of hears runs over that gut and the other plays with her increased bust, she turns around to admire her now much expanded backside. It was much larger now! Her hands instantly give it a soft squeeze as she admires just how much of those her panties that those hungry cheeks had swallowed, having engulfed almost all of her clothing by this point. She didn’t wake the others, but she did enjoy her time twirling in front of the mirror and admiring how soft she was. When Bobie came back in a few days, she’d make sure to repay the favor for giving her such a fine looking ass.

Abbie followed shortly thereafter on that Sunday morning. Blearily, she wipes the sleep from her eyes as she stands up and immediately locks eyes with herself in the mirror. She’d blown up considerably. Her soft thighs now squished into her shorts, threatening to split them at the drop of a hat. Just that fabric is enough to crease a canyon in them, certainly leaving marks for when she finally wiggled out of those clothes. As for her tummy, she sported a serious paunch by now that hung over in a serious muffin top to the point any local baker might start plotting a concerningly complicated heist for it. As for her pride and joys, those two magnificent tits of hers that she so often liked to show off. They had grown… a disappointingly small amount. Sure they were HUGE but they weren’t GIGANTIC. Her top still allllmost fit her! Still, they slosh softly with the cream already building up inside of them. So what it wasn’t her biggest gain, she still had the biggest tits here!

Perrin lets off a heavy yawn as she starts to stand up, only to catch the remnants of her top in her hands much to her, and Abbie’s surprise. The cat smacks her lips, already walking over to the mirror to appreciate the day after tradition of enjoying those gains as she drinks in the beauty of her conquest. That cat had blown up! Starting from her thighs, that Feline’s rounded legs now sported enough meat on them that they could easily cover pretty much all of her clothing from the front when working in tandem with its partner in crime: that tummy. Perrin’s belly had shrank from gorging on two large people the night before, but it was still VERY large and sported pound after pound of that soft, squishy fat. Still wide enough to jut out from her, she instinctively brushes close enough to the cow that those tums do just a hint of squishing. Of course, nowhere is as squishy on that cat as the object of her eye and the jealousy of that moo. For once, Abbie was no longer the bustiest out there. Perrin’s gigantic breasts had exploded out of her top, so large that the cat’s idle playing of trying to refasten that top was entirely pointless. Apparently, the cat had noticed the cow staring, and eases up just a bit to let her really gaze into that beautifully large cleavage. A mildly jealous and moderately flustered cow looks away as that cat giggles at the situation, before finally looking at her two friends and remarking. “Well, who wants breakfast?”

Once again, me and perrin have commissioned the ever wonderful Octo over at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/octo-risotto . They're an absolute treat.

The cow Abbie, the dog Duke and the fox Carrie belong to me. The catgirl Perrin, the goblin Bobie and the incubus Pavan belong to  perrincatte. Lastly, the elf Sidona belongs to  SiennaAthens

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