One Stop Shop for All Your Trans Slop

like, my gf came over to show me some gloves of hers just because we were talking about it earlier. i grab her hand to look at them but she takes it away- so confidently, her hand raises to my neck. the rubber grip of the gloves, it clings to my skin. dragging me along easily, she tilts my head - my breath coming out heavy already. my legs start to buckle beneath me, i slide down, holding her as i fall to my knees. quickly she pulls me in - pushing me against her gut - "you like that?" i hear her tease. i cant get a response out past the blood rushing to my head. she lets go, my body finding the floor.

sheep girl who's family moved to a private island for safety. but she never saw it that way, she always saw them as paranoid. the island was stifling, no one to talk to her besides her parents. nothing to do but manage their little farm and stare out to sea. she would watch the cargo ships and cruise liners pass as they headed to the mainland shore, far far off on the edge of the horizon. her parents never wanted to talk about what it was like before they moved here. she was too young to remember anything from before it was all sandy beaches, salty waves, and their small cabin. just one small room. one small bed. a dozen yellowed books that have been read hundreds of times. "all we need is each other, sweetie", that was always what they said when they ignored what she wanted. the characters in her books went to "cafe's", they watched "tv", they... they... kissed girls...

the rich smell of the campfire mingled with the briny air. her hands waved above her head, eyes locked to the trawler that was dragging nets through the water when she decided to make her escape. the bright flame made her blind to the night, and for so long she worried it had missed her. worried that she would have to explain to her parents again why she lit fires this late at night. make another flimsy excuse to keep them from giving her another lecture. she was sick of it. she waded through the waves before the fishing vessel even came to a stop. swimming out to meet it. not giving even one more second for her parents to catch her.

the rocking of the boat made her sick. she held herself, her soaked fleece almost drowning her before the captain helped her aboard. they all looked so different than she expected. some had her floppy ears, some her black nose. but no woolen coats. different fur colors, paw shapes, snouts. all intimidatingly taller than her. she wanted to talk to them, to learn more about them, about the mainland, but couldn't make herself. her heart raced so loud she could barely hear anything else. they wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. she barely choked out a "thank you", that at least was drilled into her. she was so nervous. so anxious. so so so excited. she was finally free!!! she was gonna see everything her novels had promised! she was gonna read the third book in her favorite series, Burnt Fluff 3: Refluffed, advertised in the back of book two, the one they never had, the one her parents would never risk the trip to shore to buy. she needed to know if the two lovers got back together in the end.

sunrise was here. had it been that long already? it wasn't uncommon for her to get so caught up in her imagination that a whole day had passed. it was usually the most interesting thing to do, after all. the ship pulled into dock. lights dotted the shore, buildings many times larger than her home crowded the land, and seems to only grow higher and higher up ahead. and there were so many kinds of ships! some of these she had spotted so far off on the horizon and she could finally see them up close! the second the wooden boards were close enough she leaped from the boat. she heard yelling from behind her, but she wouldn't listen. no one could hold her back again.

the massive steel behemoths were cold to the touch. they groaned and creaked as they rocked in the harbor. she could have never imagined their size, how long did it take to make something like this? it took her mother several months just to knit her dress, it must've taken them decades to make this thing. she was in love. "uh, excuse me miss? can i help you?". she whipped her head around and her breath caught in her throat. the interrupter of her fawning loomed over her. ears pointed straight up, at attention. a poofy tail, swishing back and forth. a gray coat peppered with black. her paws crossed in front of her, framing her... chest... just like the lead love interest in Burnt Fluff. she was in love.

"are you? lost? hello?" those yellow eyes stayed locked onto her. unblinking. the sheep finally remembered to sputter out a response. "uh... sorry, i was just admiring this ship. its... really pretty...". the wolf chuckled. "cute. does anyone know you're here?". cute? im cute??? yayayayayaya!!! :D "um... .. .. ..... no. :)" she tries to do a cute pose, despite not knowing what that looks like. the wolf just looks at her. eyes wide. tail swishing faster and faster. she glances around, checking behind her back. there's no one else around, it's the crack of dawn. she's only here because of the stupid amount of overtime she had to do to not get fired. she hasn't eaten since lunch. yesterday.

the wolf grabs the sheep by the shoulders. she pulls her in. the poor thing's heart is racing. omg omg omg is she pulling me in for a kiss?? already?? yay?!?! i just met her but i can't miss my chance im already getting to kiss a girl wow wow wow Wow Wow WOW. she closes her eyes for the kiss. they always did that in Burnt Fluff. the wolf's maw opens slowly. drool spilling from her mouth, splattering to the dock below. she stops, her breath bathing the sheep's face in moisture. am i really going to do this? just eat some rando? she didn't even do anything wrong, she was just admiring the ship but im just so hun- ah, fuck it.

wet. hot. tight. she feels a piercing pain around her collar as something punctures her skin. she tries to scream but her throat is being crushed. it releases and drags further down her body. hands move to her waist, and claws dig into her skin. they lift her into the air slowly as the flesh around her pulls on her greedily. each swallow an immense pressure threatening to break her. she tries to fight it, to pull free, but she's pitifully weak. she feels her body swing into the air, fully upside down now. the throat pulls, gravity assists. whats happening whats happening help help help it hurts it hurts it HURTS why can't i SCREAM i can't BREATH why is it SO SO HOT WHERE AM I????

she tastes so sweet... struggles so, so good, just the right amount to entice, not enough to actually get out. heh, like that cute little thing ever stood a chance. the wolf is in bliss, finally getting a chance to get her fill. its been too long since i've eaten something that fights back. man, i need to do this more often. she swallows one last time, the sheep's little feet passing her lips. the last time light will touch her. the wolves stomach groaned and the sheep's bones creaked as it worked to break her body down. wow, she barely makes a dent on my figure. i could walk in public like this and no one would suspect a thing. kinda surprised she isn't already somebody's ass fat, given how she was walking around so unprepared like that. maybe this is what she wanted? she didn't put up the same kind of resistance they usually do. i would feel bad but... im fulfilling her wish, right? so i'm basically a saint.

OOOUUURRRRRRPPP

The pred stops in their tracks, turning around to face the person that just spoke.

"Excuse me?"

They give the pred a cocky, smug grin.

"You would not dare touch me. You talk big game a lot, but I bet you're just bluffing."

The pred blinks at them slowly. They stand there, still wearing that smug grin while the pred's mouth is starting to water. They hadn't planned on feeding today--at least, not on anyone else--but now? They have to put this brat in their place.

There's a sudden explosion of movement as the pred lunges forward, seizing the prey by the throat. Their eyes go wide, and their smug demeanor vanishes entirely. They open their mouth as if to say something, but before they can even get a sound out, they've been stuffed head-first into the pred's mouth. Now, the only audible sounds they can make are muffled, and when the pred makes that first swallow, the muffling only increases.

The pred's not even particularly hungry, and they didn't have any particularly strong cravings for this prey. Still, though, they're gulping the spoiled brat down on principle alone. Nobody gets away with taunting the pred--they always get the final say in the end.

For the prey, each gulp is agonizing. For the pred? It feels good. Each swallow pulls them down further into their body, closer to their stomach... closer to their demise.

It takes four powerful swallows to get the prey down. They're too tightly confined in the pred's esophagus to squirm properly, but nevertheless, their weak attempts at wriggling are endearing. The final swallow pulls them in fully, sending them sliding down the pred's throat and into their stomach. Their middle swells to nearly three times its size, and it shifts and bulges out unevenly in a few places. The pred lets out a sigh, running their hands over their distended belly.

It doesn't take long for the squirming to start, and when it does, the pred has to hastily find a place to sit down. The sensation of prey writhing against their stomach walls never fails to make them weak in the knees, and it pulls a pleasured groan from the pred's lips.

"Now... you were saying?" The pred asks. This time, it's their turn to wear a smug grin as they look down at their writhing stomach. The only response they hear is muffled pleas for release. The pred thinks they can even make out a desperate, I was wrong! Which only makes them let out a chuckle.

"That you were, that you were... but I can't have you thinking that I'm only bluffing, now, can I? You could tell anyone that I let you go, and it'd ruin my reputation."

A deep, meaty gurgle sounds from within the pit of the pred's belly. The sound pulls panicked squirms from the prey, and in response, the pred's stomach begins to thrash and jerk with more vigor than it did before. They can even detect a muffled whimper within their stomach walls somewhere, which only makes the pred feel all the more smug.

"No... I'll be keeping you until I'm sure you've learned your lesson... however long that takes."

The pred's stomach sloshes as the prey struggles harder. They think they hear a muffled sob, but the pred doesn't care. It only fills them with glee.

"Don't worry... I'll make sure that your attitude... melts away," the pred purrs.

The prey's not an idiot. They know what that means. The sentence pulls frantic struggles from them, eliciting another groan of pleasure. The pred kneads their fingers into their flesh before leaning back in their spot.

They really hadn't intended on having such a big meal that day. The prey would've been fine if they kept their mouth shut, but no, they just HAD to go and say something...

Besides, someone was going to put the little morsel in their place at one point or another. They needed to be taught a lesson for talking back to a pred...

However, the wrong person found out about your curse, and became obsessed with it. They caught you, took you to a secluded area, and restrained you to make sure you can’t jerk yourself off. As the time passes, discomfort sets in as your ever growing cock feels too tight in your pants. The bigger it gets, the more excited your captor becomes. Soon enough it tears your pants open, continuing to grow. The captor’s favorite pastime now is sitting and watching you squirm and moan. Your balls audibly churn with loads of cum that that your throbbing cock is desperate to release, almost the size of your leg. You try to grind your hips against it, but the stimulation is nowhere near enough to get off to.

Even if you beg your captor to release you or let you cum, they don’t heed your pleas. They come over frequently to have some fun. Resting against your balls to listen closer to the loud gurgling, kissing and licking just to taste and tease, pushing and shoving to make them slosh some more. All this teasing only encourages you to grow faster, making your cock and balls more sensitive to your captor’s touch. Sometimes they even stroke your shaft, but they never let you cum from it

Finally, when your cock has grown as big as you, your captor finally undoes your restraints. So you desperately try to jerk yourself off, only to come to a horrifying realization. You’re now far too big for just your hands to get the job done. And now you realize you’re stuck. Your balls are so full and heavy that you can’t get up. Too many gallons of cum to lift. You’re trapped helplessly on the floor, and worse yet, your cock is still growing. You don’t know if there’s even a limit to how big it can get