The okapi woke up with that familiar weight on her. Cynthia rubbed her eyes and yawned before carefully lowering her hands onto the spherical dome on her body below her breasts, rubbing its sides. Not too forcefully, just enough to appreciate how good it felt on her...and to get ready and lift it, in order to get up.
Sitting on the side of her bed, she put on her slippers and stood up. She was careful to not let the seemingly pregnant belly wobble with each deliberate step towards the bathroom, as she headed out of her room and into the corridor. The artiodactyl had long cleared away any furniture that her distended dark chocolate-furred bloat could bump into when walking that path, which was only one of the many ways she'd adapted to this new lifestyle. Right now, her goal was to not disturb her seemingly asleep occupant, but when a small hand pressed out from the sphere, she stopped and pushed her larger palm against the bulge.
"Mmph..." A muted male voice came from within, accompanying the noticeable bump as it retracted.
"Good morning to you too, wolfy!" The okapi announced glowingly, patting her belly now that she knew that the man inside of her – the cause of her gravid appearance – was awake. "It's Monday, so you'll get to sleep in today."
"Hm-mg." New bulges started forming on the sides, as the 'wolfy' tried to stretch in her tight intestines while his body lied horizontally. It didn't hurt Cynthia; in fact, it was quite a nice feeling, seeing and feeling his limbs pressing through multiple layers of flesh just before returning to its usual compact ball shape. All of his speech came out as muffled words instead of anything intelligible, but the woman was well familiarized with his voice by now to pick up everything from intonation alone.
Instead of pacing slowly, she now moved with her usual gait towards the bathroom's door, letting her belly jostle slightly from side to side, and checked the date on the calendar that was hanging from it.
"Oh, you probably don't know this," she used a nearby pen to cross off yesterday's box, "but today marks the two month anniversary of you being in there!"
"M-hmm? Mm..."
It had been 62 days already, but the memory was fresh in Cynthia's mind. It must have been fresh in his, too, considering how pivotal it was for both of them...
***
It was back in July, when she was staying in a resort. Not a particularly big one, but she was too self-conscious about how others kept staring at her somewhat plump body whenever she wore a swimsuit. Granted, it most likely had to do with her unusual fur pattern – a dark chocolate body, and zebra-like stripes on the limbs, not to mention her pale-white snouted face. But a part of her still wanted to not be perceived by anyone, not during her vacation. While most hotel guests were enjoying the outside pool in this heat and sunlight, Cynthia would mostly hang out alone in the indoors pool every day, where she could rest a bit on a lounge chair, with her vegetarian finger foods and the book she was catching up on, before going for a swim later. She preferred the quiet, anyway.
Someone else sought refuge from the crowd in there this particular day, after she'd settled in her usual spot. She'd never bothered to get a good luck at the other guest, only noticing that he was a male gray wolf, over half as tall as her. The small lupine jumped into the pool as a cannonball, loudly spattering water onto the coping. A bit annoying, but the okapi didn't get wet, so she decided to ignore him and his subsequent splashing.
With her eyes glued to the words on her book, she reached down to grab another piece of focaccia, but she couldn't even feel the small basket where the snack was. She turned her head, and saw that the container was knocked over, with pieces of the pizza bread soaking up a puddle on the floor. Cynthia couldn't help it but to gibe a 'tch!' – this was clearly caused by the wolf's stupid joke. She brought her striped hand to clean it up, since there weren't many pieces of the snack left. But when she picked up the basket, her heart sank.
There, underneath the metal container, was her phone, lying in that same puddle of chlorinated water. She quickly picked it from the floor and placed it on the chair, already fearing the worst. Thankfully, the screen turned on when she pressed the power button, so her device wasn't damaged...but it was still quite a scare, and she'd give that guy in the pool a scolding to vent her anger.
"Hey!" Cynthia called out while she stormed to the edge of the pool. "Arsehole! You almost broke my–"
One misstep, and Cynthia slipped on a puddle. She lost her balance as her body flung forward, past the coping and onto the pool. The gray wolf had turned around at the shouting while treading in the water, and only had time to look up to see the okapi lunging at her. He could see the woman's underside; and in the next moment, only the stripes on her thick thighs. Another blink, and with a splash, everything went dark...
The artiodactyl reached the liquid surface at full force, spattering even more water outside than the small lupine's cannonball. She'd heard a loud fabric rip while sinking to the bottom, and flailed her arms to reach the surface and catch her breath. However, the water felt heavier than usual, and she had to swim with more strength. Still, she managed to emerge and gasp. That was when she realized that the pool hadn't turned more viscous – instead, something was anchoring her down. Cynthia felt a shift in her guts, but it was too big and too alive to be the focaccia.
The wolf couldn't see anything, but he could lucidly remember the okapi falling onto her, and he could still feel his legs fully enveloped in water. His head, arms, and chest were trapped somewhere wet, and his instincts kicked in, fearing that he was trapped underwater and about to drown, even if he could still breathe the stale air. He tried to swim up, but the water around his upper half felt more like soft squelchy walls. The lupine kept thrashing through regardless, unaware of what was going on.
Cynthia, at this point, had realized it all before she even saw the gray furry legs sticking from her underside, trying to burrow deeper into her. This can't be happening...! Her body seemed to be pulling the gray wolf into captivity on its own, but it wasn't clear if that was because of his excessive squirming or from involuntary contractions.
Regardless, she knew what this would look like to a hypothetical observer. The other guest had done nothing wrong – even if it had been a prank, no harm was actually done –, and Cynthia was now swallowing him with her ass. It was an accident, honestly. But any detractors wouldn't see eye to eye with her, possibly with reason. If she let the wolf out now, her reputation, her entire life could be ruined...!
She saw a piece of fabric float up in front of her, the front half of her swimwear. Her impact on the water, which torpedoed the gray male into her bowels, also tore open her suit right between her legs. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was a kidnapper, she was also naked in that pool! There was no-one who could be flashed, but if she lingered here any longer, that could very well change. And she didn't want to come up with an excuse for these absurd events.
The okapi swam towards the ladder, partially propelled by the smaller pair of legs still flailing in the water. "C-Calm down, sir..." Cynthia attempted to tranquilize him. It was hard to climb the steps with the added weight.
"Hmh?! Mm mfmmmnf mhmm-hm!" The wolf went still, but his shouting was all muffled between her belly and her ears.
"Sorry, I don't understand– I need to–!" When she got out of the water, she paced nervously towards the locker room. There, she would get less attention, and possibly find a towel to replace her ruined swimsuit until she could sneak back into her room.
She found an empty stall, promptly locking it after entering as more confused mumbling came from her colon. The artiodactyl slipped her single clothing article over her head to undress, and finally managed to get a good look at what was still unfolding.
Her anus and belly were incredibly dilated, to diameters she didn't even know was possible. The ring was hugging down on the furry abs of the small guest, meaning a good half of him was inside of her guts – about a quarter of her own size! She could feel his very slight shuffling in the tight dank environment, and even how her own body responded to these minutiae by squelching back. Whenever he uttered something vague, his warm breath tickled the closest wall. It was a lot more pleasing than she could've assumed. His legs were still outside, but she couldn't simply pull him out; not before she could get a better grasp of this situation, that is. Cynthia squatted near the floor, and pushed her hand against his toes, guiding him into her.
"Hrf?! Hnm-mm mmfph!" He still didn't know what the okapi was doing, but the wolf knew that his legs were the only part of him free from...whatever this prison was. But any degree of freedom was being lost, so he started instinctively fidgeting again.
"S-Stop struggling, sir... Mn... I don't fancy this any more than you do–ooOah...!" A moan betrayed her words, but she wouldn't lose face. Cynthia shoved him with more force, and surprisingly he slipped almost fully in, just his ankles and a bit of his tail hanging outside of her intestines. She never knew how ravenous her backside could really be, but it made this task easy, albeit morally uncomfortable.
"Mmmg zmh hmmp..." Given the gurgling coming from the slick encasing, and the pleasure she was deriving from it, he already had a good idea of where he was being shoved. He tried to push his arms against the walls – only managing to stick them deeper into her long digestive tunnel instead –, and struggle his way back down. He felt her anus enclose her feet, trapping him there. But he kicked back and the paw escaped her warmth, only to land right back onto her palm. Still, it was some progress. He didn't lose heart about an eventual escape, unlikely though it seemed.
"Ugh... fuck..." The okapi complained, trying to shove that writhy limb back in with the rest of the lupine, who was currently bloating her belly in a hemisphere. She could feel every inch of his furry body in her tight tunnel, but the impression on her figure was much more of a late pregnancy, except for the few rebellious bulges from his fussy limbs every now and then. "Don't move or shout so much... I just wanna – hrng! – KEEP you in there for a bit, s-so be a wee good boy...!"
Something that she said caused his struggling to die down. He let out another mumble – either defeated or curious; she couldn't tell –, and she took the chance to shove him even deeper, sliding her own hand up her rectum to insert that foot. He wasn't pushing forward or fighting backwards anymore, but simply stayed still as he was handled. All the better to work him in with her clenching intestinal muscles, she noted. His upper half had already passed a bend, turning sideways in the top of her large intestines. His fur and breath tickled it particularly nicely, and if she managed to lodge him fully in that part of her tract, he'd probably remain stuck until she'd decided to let him out.
Her hand couldn't reach that deep, so she brought it back to the exit, noticing that something small had snagged her fingers. When Cynthia pulled it out, she realized that it was his red swimming briefs, which must have scraped against the flesh to get loose. This was probably preferable to letting the trunks scratch her insides, but she could only imagine the fully naked male wolf inside of her... 'Imagine' being a key part of it, as she barely even knew what her occupant looked like. She brought a hand to her dark chocolate-colored dome, where he was still mumbling and worming about, almost fully settling into her transverse colon.
"Mind if I ask what's your name? If you can hear me..."
"Hnmm! Hnmm Mmmn-mmm...!"
"Sorry, I can't really understand what you say in there at all... How about I call you, uhh, 'wolfy'?"
He wriggled inside of his fleshy prison to show discontent. "Mm?! Mmm nmm mgh mmmmfph–!"
"Still can't understand a thing, so 'wolfy' it is... Listen, I need to get to my room, then I can explain everything. Just don't move or talk for a few minutes, we don't want to grab attention. Can you do that?"
The wolfy went completely silent. Cynthia could still feel his exhaling, so he must've simply accepted her request. She sighed in relief, and set out to find a towel in this locker room to cover her naked body, before retrieving her things by the pool on the way back. Hopefully, no-one would mind her enormous belly...
***
What happened afterwards, over the course of the next few days, was more of a blur in Cynthia's mind. She remembered getting to her room after that, and simply lying on her bed, watching and rubbing her belly. Maybe the wolfy had tried to tell her something, or was he already asleep for the rest of the day? The details were fuzzy, but it didn't matter.
There were a few moments which the okapi could recall vividly. When she looked into a mirror, admiring the round belly look she was sporting. When the lupine explored that section of her tract with his hands, in an internal massage – which eventually turned into him hornily humping her walls, giving her unsurmountable pleasure. When she tried to learn more about him, struggling to tell anything from his ambiguous grunts other than him being about the same age as her, and then told him a bit about herself. When she finally left her room one day and tried to go about her vacation, hiding the smaller male in plain sight after he'd kept his promise not to call attention.
For all of those moments, he'd stayed in the same spot that Cynthia had shoved him into, not at all mindful of his accommodations or requiring any special care. She, too, thought that having him stretching her guts turned out to be a fortunate development, especially considering the unfavorable Manner of how that came to be. In fact, when it came time to part ways – for Cynthia to return home from her vacation –, they both simply decided...not to. There wasn't any spoken agreement, at least from the okapi's part. She'd told him that she would go fly back home, and the wolfy simply gave his silent consent, becoming an extra passenger in her plane seat. They both knew that this was how it was meant to be from now on – and they'd adapt to the new circumstances.
***
Cynthia turned on the shower. For two months now, her guts had served as his home, as he never had left her body even once. To other people, her belly could pass off as a 'false pregnancy'; a condition to mask what was truly going on. Of course, the wolfy had to cooperate to keep up this façade, and not do anything funny in public – and so far, he hadn't. The okapi brought a hand to feel the water's temperature, before entering the stall and getting her distended tummy soaked under the stream.
"Mmmmf!" The moan escaped her guts, as she'd come to expect. They had found out how much he liked rain or shower water falling on top of him, which was why she'd started to shower twice a day. That small pleasure was worth footing the extra bills. She reached for a bottle to squeeze onto her belly and rubbed the bubbly shampoo on the skin, massaging both his and her body. Once her dome was sufficiently foamed, the okapi let the warm water naturally rinse it, as she set down the shampoo bottle to grab a big purple buttplug next to it.
Another new habit she'd grabbed over the months, she snickered. Whenever she left the house, she would shove the sex toy into her anus, initially to prevent him from accidentally getting out when he wasn't supposed to. Of course, the gray wolf wouldn't ever dislodge more than a foot from his current quarters, so it had turned into a playful ritual instead. Having her anus stretched and clogged felt as natural to her as the weight of her wolfy, but her muscles would become more flexible with the frequent use, meaning she did have to buy a wider model every now and then. Thankfully, with him blocking the way, there wasn't any risk of losing the toy too deep, but she could tell that this plug – about as wide as her two arms – was in need of an upgrade soon.
The toy plopped in with ease, filling up the space in her rectum. With her dark brown and striped fur glistening, she turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. The gut dweller had mellowed out from the relaxing heat of the outside bath. She used a hand to teasingly jostle where his head was. "I hope you got me a gift for our anniversary," the okapi taunted, "otherwise you're staying right there."
"Mnnnng..."
Once dry, she put on a pair of panties, covering the base of her plug, and her bra before heading back out to the corridor. She'd still grab a quick breakfast by the kitchen, before dressing herself to head to work. It was going to be a long day since she was assigned to close shop, but the artiodactyl would be sure to save her excitement for tonight.
***
Cynthia's day in the copy shop was uneventful as usual, but counting the minutes only made it drag even harder. She aided someone with flyers here or pamphlets there, as well as help someone who couldn't figure out the printers for her porn script. But when customers or coworkers weren't looking at the okapi, she'd gently rub her belly over her sweater, and time would fly by. The wolf was normally asleep whenever she worked, since he shouldn't be moving in public – it was supposed to be a false pregnancy, after all. Today was no different, and her top served as a backup by obscuring any subtle movements in her midriff; by this point, her entire wardrobe had adapted around the wolfy being in her.
When it was later in the day, the store was already empty save for her. Cynthia would still wait the full hour for any extra clients, but the long hand of the clock reached its highest point uneventfully. She chose that instant to give her tummy a firm shake with her hand.
"Shift's over, you can stop kipping now." She spoke casually to that bulge before grabbing the store's keys.
All by herself, the artiodactyl went around turning the photocopiers off, locking the doors to the backrooms, flicking off the lights, finishing up for the night. When she was finally done and headed to the front door, if the wolf had already woken up, he wasn't showing any signs of it. Cynthia wasn't concerned, perhaps he was still half-asleep. Not completely asleep, as his ribs pushed out rhythmically against her colon too quickly for a slumber.
Standing outside of the shop, she double-checked the 'CLOSED' sign behind the glass door. The lock clicked twice as the key turned, and hurried steps approached her from behind in the sidewalk.
"Shite..." A voice, apparently a man's, whispered in slight frustration. "Sorry, ma'am, are you still open...? I really need to print something real quick."
Cynthia turned around, facing the customer who turned out to be a copper brown-colored northern bat. The motion caused her big belly to wobble, grabbing his attention as soon as it entered his vision.
"Sorry, sir, we're closed." She pointed her hand up-street. "But if you go that way, take the first right, then down four blocks, there's another copy shop that's open 24/7."
"Oh, o-o-okay, thanks..." The bat's eyes didn't even look up. "Sorry, didn't realize you were pregnant, or I wouldn't have–... Is it...nine months old?"
She felt a nearly imperceptible motion inside of her. The wolfy was awake and eavesdropping on the conversation, most likely. The man couldn't have seen it, so she shrugged it off.
"No, I think it's more like... twenty-three?"
He raised an eyebrow at her uncertainty. "Weeks...?"
Suddenly, the gray wolf lurched his hands outward and started writhing inside violently. "HMMMMF!" He screamed to complete his little act, trying to scare the customer.
Both of them went wide-eyed, globes almost popping out of their faces. The bat was simply staring in horror instead of running away, and the okapi was burning red on her cheeks.
"...Y-Years. Twenty-three years. Uhhhh, g-g-good luck with your p-print...!" Cynthia couldn't turn around and walk away fast enough from the flabbergasted stranger, heading towards the nearby parking lot while a muffled cackle burst from her belly.
***
Her normally white face was still scarlet when the okapi drove back home and slammed the front door shut. She took off her top to reveal the paw imprints originating inside, as the apologetic wolf massaged her walls in an attempt to console her.
"D-Dope wolfy, aren't you?" Cynthia tossed her sweater away and sat on a couch. She was trying to remain playful, but her tone was alarmed. "Fuck, you want us to get caught for a stupid slag...? What if he comes back tomorrow and says something?!"
The lupine tried to stay serious, but he couldn't help but giggle imagining her face when she saw his prank.
"If you want to come out so badly, you can just crawl out from there. Or I could easily push you out myself. You know?"
Her guts went quiet and still. Apparently, she'd struck a nerve with that insinuation – one that the wolf would've accepted without hesitation, two months ago.
"Yeah... who's flustered now?" The okapi snickered. "Aww, don't be like that, I was just teasing...! You know I love having you in there as much as you do..."
He was giving her the silent treatment.
"Okay, fine, I admit it. It was pretty funny in hindsight... I was just concerned that someone–...I don't know, it's just that I'm not ready to tell other people about you yet. Maybe one day, alright?"
Cynthia planted a firm kiss on her belly, and heard a subdued grumble inside. She couldn't see what his appearance, and she couldn't understand anything that he said; so why was she so madly attracted to him? She could only wonder.
"Oh, I know what will get you back in a good mood! Remember how it's our anniversary?"
"Mmf...?"
"Well, you may not have a gift for me, but I certainly have one for you! It's your favorite thing, in fact..."
His furry ears tickled her slimy walls as they perked up. "Mm hnnrph?!"
"Yes, really! I just need you to turn around for me."
The gray wolf knew exactly what she meant, and wriggled around to face up. There was enough space in her transverse colon for him to change positions, and it wasn't unusual for him to do so several times throughout the day. Her intestinal tract was sensitive enough to figure out his orientation at any moment, if she needed to direct him around. But her occupant was already getting in position for the 'gutjob' on his own, so that wouldn't be necessary.
Gutjob is the name that she gave to this next act, and the lupine was powerless to oppose that name, after all. He moved his arms behind his body, pushing down at the bottom. This propelled the front of his body upwards, but most importantly, his crotch was shoved against the top of the bowel. It was similar to when his hands pushed outwards, revealing themselves under the fur of her round belly. Except this time, what appeared in the middle of that smooth dome was a clearly defined bulge of his hardening cock.
Cynthia smiled. "Good boy, my obedient wolfy." Her hand reached into her belly, grasping the skin around the phallic mass. From the inside, her warm walls must have wrapped around his malehood, eliciting a muffled moan every time her fingers rubbed up and down. It was quite big to handle, so considering that he was about half her height, it must have been a large member relative to his size. She could even feel his eager throbbing with her own digits, through all that surrounding flesh. Cynthia wondered how this compared to a regular handjob... His eight week stay was, if anything, a good indicator of how amazing it must feel.
Along with her gutjob, the lupine began humping the intestinal wall. The bulge of his penis was made even clearer, from head to knot. Her hand was picking up pace, traveling that whole obscured length in sync with his quicker humps. Just thinking about how much she was pleasing her personal butt toy was making her extremely horny, too. The okapi's own vaginal secretions were now soaking her pants, and she could feel her anus clench and groan around the buttplug that she'd been wearing all day. Between her hand and his cock, her intestinal flesh quivered in excitement too, massaging his own body midst the slick ass juices that always covered his fur, which only increased her sensitiveness.
Another unconscious squelch from her anus, and the plug got swallowed into her rectum, base and all! She moaned loudly, obscuring the wolf's muted voice as her orgasm drenched her tapered pants even more, staining the cushion under her thighs. He also thrust his hips towards her hand one last time, a climactic dulled howl occupying the ambient after her yell. Cynthia kept stroking his cock throughout his orgasm to make it last longer. She felt another lurch of the latex toy deeper into her lower gut... It couldn't get lost with the lupine blocking the way, but she'd still need to buy a bigger size to wear next.
The okapi could feel his muscles stop tensing, so he was probably done ejaculating onto her walls. Another benefit of a gutjob was that his cum was all contained within her tunnel, so it would get absorbed directly or from his fur over time, leaving nothing to clean up afterwards. The same couldn't be said about her clothing or furniture, however, but it was a very rewarding mess to have given the special occasion. At the very least, she'd take another shower today as usual, and retrieve the lost toy in her butt.
The member between her fingers was starting to go limp, so she let go of it. The bulge of his lupine penis sank back into the round dome below, disappearing into her belly like a stone sinking into a lake, as if it never was there in the first place. Of course, the weight of the wolf slumped in her guts told a different story. She hugged her belly tightly, bringing it close to her face.
"Happy anniversary..." Cynthia gave her dark chocolate bulge a deep smooch.
"Mrf-mm..." Her wolfy mumbled as his smaller snout pushed back against hers.
She withdrew her lips. "Hmmm, two months... I never thought about it before, but... Have you ever thought how long you'll stay in there, wolfy? One more month? Maybe two...?" The okapi was quite pensive, and remembered the earlier encounter with the bat. "Oh, I know! If you stay for seven more, that would be nine... We could make this like a real pregnancy!"
"Mh mh mh mh mh! Mh mm... Mmmg mm-hmtmm." He giggled in more muffling, followed by some restrained complaints.
"What? ...Did you have something else in mind?"
There was a silence as he thought for a bit. "Mm-hmngm...?"
Cynthia didn't need to understand what he'd said; she knew. The artiodactyl gave her belly another kiss, and whispered. "I agree, wolfy."