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This is Kenzie Houser , a Wolf

She is wearing a head of personnel dress uniform.

She is wearing a crew resource's hat on her head.

She has a leather satchel on her back.

She is holding a grab in her left hand.

She has Kenzie Houser's communicator watch on her hands.

She has a pack of Lucky Stars about her waist.

She is wearing some jackboots on her feet.

She has a sunglasses covering her eyes.

She has a head of personnel's headset on her left ear.

She is wearing Kenzie Houser's ID Card (Deputy Director).

She is so morbidly obese, you wonder how she can even stand, let alone waddle around the station. She can't get any fatter without being immobilized.

She has a stuffed belly, bloated fat and round from eating too much.

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Mary T. Houser says, " Chug. Chug. Chug. "

Kenzie Houser licks Kristy Martinez!

Kenzie Houser says, "She tastes vaguely like some kind of coffee, I guess."

Kenzie Houser says, "That is not a normal frat chug."

Mary T. Houser says, "That is because you are not chugging. I will help."

Mary T. Houser manages to make Kenzie Houser shove Kristy Martinez into their mouth!

It is damp and ridged, sharp but slightly discoloured canine teeth lining it with obstacles. The unfriendly scent of dog breath wafts upwards from her dark throat, saliva oozing from all around and lathered on by that slobbery tongue.

Kristy Martinez squirms underneath that lick, not expecting to have that happen, or have it even suggested as she'd come to the station to serve drinks. But it appeared some people here had other appetites, and some person named Mary, and maybe even Kenzie, had different ideas with how they could be served. The Latina didn't put up much of a resistance, both girls seeming to want to have her where they did. Before she could even voice a complaint, she was shoved head first into Kenzie's maw!

Kenzie Houser swirls her tongue around Kristy's shoulders for a bit, before starting to swallow lightly in earnest. The taur barely even seems to be trying, but with the woman's shoulders wedged between her jaws and head crammed into her throat, even modest gulps are enough to tug her steadily deeper into the humid gloom.

Kristy Martinez 's vision had gone from the inside of the bar, seeing people's smiling, shiny faces, and serving drinks, to the dark, wet, hot, inner areas of Kenzie's mouth! It was pitch black inside, and it smelled of doggo breath. Even if Mary had done half the work to get her to where she wanted Kenzie to CHUG CHUG CHUG, Kenzie Houser would need to do the majority of the work. A disgusting swirl of her tongue could be felt for the human as she swallows hard, just after! The Hispanic girl flailing and squirming and trying to get away in earnest now! Just as much as the wolfess was trying to devour her! Her head and shoulders though, were quickly enough snerked in, and that head soon getting crammed into Kenzie's disgusting throat, would only be ushered on deeper with diligent slowness of several consecutive swallows after that! WHAT THE HECK!?

Kenzie Houser doesn't seem to take too well to all the flailing, reaching forwards and planting her paws firmly on Kristy's ankles, starting to pull the girl completely off the table as her upper body is steadily squished deeper into the wolf's throat. Her shoulders spread against wrinkled flesh, thoroughly ensliming her as she starts to sink deeper, the powerful muscular contractions pulsing forcefully as ooze drips into her clothes and hair. Kenzie's cheeks and throat bulging as she half-heartedly attempts to chug the bartender.

Kristy Martinez would be moved in and down, despite what ever protest, resistance and flailing she did! This ravenous doggo seemed to know no bounds to the insatiable appetite that kept her fat gut moving and her never ending hunger. Squished deeper and deeper, that tight flesh, like a full body massage, so tight, it felt almost more like a flesh lite, without the added bonus of being able to see a damn thing. Soon her head was squished up against a sphincter, of which Kristy could only imagine, was the valve, just before Kenzie's stomach! A heart beat was thumping in her ears as she was lifted up, squeezed through fat muscle and liberal spit, the disguting slime making it easier and easier for her to be devoured whole. It appeared bartenders weren't just good for pouring drinks, after all! So long as a ravenous pred lay in waiting on vore station... there were always other ways they could give satiate.

Kenzie Houser greedily pushes, wet squelching sounds echoing out as she stuffs more and more of Kristy's body down her throat, that head scraping against its slimy surroundings as it sinks closer to Kenzie's upper stomach. Mere moments after she's begun chugging, the woman is almost completely gone, most of her body bunched up inside the wolf's throat as her head is jammed roughly against a tight ring of muscle, wedging through awkwardly to spill into the taur's insides. She's immediately greeted with a faceful of slime upon entering, splatting into a pool of ooze as the rest of her body starts to squeeze inside after her, the heat of that oppressive gullet creeping across her calves as she's devoured clothes and all.

Kristy Martinez was feeling as if she were stuck in some cosmic nightmare, the black hole that was Kenzie's gut, just waiting around the corner to greet her with its ever calculative, neutral care. As much as the stomach showed no emotion towards her once her head squelched in with a wet disgusting pop, Kenzie didn't seem to fare much better. The wolfess greedily, casually, cruelly, taking on the bartender, as if she were merely another snack, even if not a meal. The Latina little knowing just how much this glutton of a wolf could actually pack away, and that she'd consumed meals many times bigger than herself. Despite her impressive bust, despite her extra large, thick, Latina booty, Kristy's body was snerked in, squished down and swallowed alive and whole, one disgusting inch after another, at a time. The acrid stink of Kenzie's upper gut all around her face as she squirms and flexes with all of her might. Yet with how much of her was soon devoured already, and those strong hands against her ankles, it wasn't as if her struggles were of any use, futile as they'd remained since bondage. Just a pair calves, ankles and feet now, with some heels over the top of them, her shoulders and breasts soon end up inside of Kenzie's stomach now... well fuck.... it didn't seem like it would be long, at all, until she was nothing more than a large bulge inside of Kenzie's carnivorous self!

Kenzie Houser calmly tilts her head back, a muffled glrrk all it takes to clamp her jaws shut around Kristy's feet, her tongue curling as she swallows powerfully. A heavy wave of saliva rinses over the girl as she's propelled slowly down the wolf's throat, the slime easing her descent through that lubricated tunnel as her body starts to pile up swiftly inside Kenzie's upper stomach. Her body is forced to endure a vicelike squeeze as she's stuffed through that sphincter, but she's made to fit by those eager gulps, starting to pack her away fully, curves and all reduced to a very evident swell in the taur's midsection. The doughy walls around the bartender flexing lightly, smearing her with ooze and rumbling ominously, the real hunger only a hop skip and a jump away, although so muffled by humid innards as she already is, that's not likely to be much reassurance.

You're squished from Kenzie Houser's mouth to their stomach!

It is rather warm, wet, and tight. The organ squeezes lightly and without vigor, oozing thin, foul smelling fluids in time to the audible heartbeats. The fleshy walls are slick to the touch, yielding gently to any pressure outwards, although the lack of purchase and soft gurgling sounds leave no doubt that this would not actually help an escape. The only ways out of the wolf's stomach are sealed by powerful muscles, which serves as an ominous reminder that no food is supposed to leave here undigested.

Kristy Martinez was singing, hum hawing away, glad, even cheery, as she'd be serving patrons their drinks. The Latina carrying on idle conversation, there was a glow about her tonight. She was so cute, and pretty. Even some other aliens she'd never seen before, coming to the bar for the first time, just enjoying things away. The Latina, in the hubbub, however, had forgotten all about going to medical to get an implant, neither remembering to get her back up at HQ, not realizing how perilous the situation would soon become for her tonight, she was unprepared to meet Kenzie and her ravenous ways. Her little high heel clad feet, allowed to kick, wiggle back and forth, and vy for any type of freedom, all they wanted, at least until Kenzie tilted her head back roughly and gave her lowest limb portions, a heavy glrrrrrk. And with a cruel gulp later, a near deafening swallow takes all of Kristy's remaining half, and rapidly cajoles her with a terrifying grace, straight down a tightly squeezing gullet, esophagus, and a hardly pressing cardiac sphincter. Foot after foot of her is piled in and soon squeezed into a fetal position, the Latina's pathetic screams, silenced, as she is forced up into a little ball, ominious noises all around her as Kenzie now haves her completely, letting off a disgusting belch, the drinking wolfess, was more than pleased with her quick, but lazy snack. The caramel skinned diva able to already hear the two around her talk about her as if she were merely a piece of food now, chugged away into Kenzie's guts. Little hand prints able to be seen for the time being, but the gorgeous raven haired female would likely soon be short lived. Her air quickly running out in her frantic struggles, her oxygen rapidly depleting, being replaced by carbon dioxide. If she couldn't get help fast... she was fucked!

Kenzie Houser lightly pats at the top of her stomach, her insides pulsing tighter and tighter around Kristy with every moment she remains trapped inside those slimy guts. Soon enough though, the pressure is too much, and the damp floor beneath the girl gives way with a noisy series of squelches, letting the bartender journey even deeper as she's pressed through a broad, icky tunnel. Her form left balled-up by the force of constriction, she lands far more awkwardly inside the wolf's lower belly, splashing into a thick puddle of semi-solid glop, giving her a sudden and forcceful introduction to the next step of Kenzie's digestive system. At least she has space, albeit not much else, the deafening sounds of all that bubbling slosh rinsing back and forth more than enough to swallow up any of her further objections, even as the air around her grows less breathable and more acrid. Any movement from inside would surely be enough to disturb the otherwise smooth and heavy swell of the taur's sagging belly, but whether it would bring that poor occupant any closer to escape is doubtful. Especially as Kenzie starts to waddle off casually, as if one of her fellow crewmembers isn't stewing in her bloated gut.

You're squished from Kenzie Houser's stomach to their taurgut!

Although there's a somewhat off-putting smell in the air, the wolf's lower guts are much more accomodating than the rest of her. They stretch easily to fit whatver's splashed inside, oozing and sloshing the churning sludge back and forth, seeming very relaxed. The muscles are certainly quite powerful despite their slackness, however, the occasional rolling contraction almost impossible to resist.

Kristy Martinez was taken care of with a great ease and a finesse with this ravenous predator. Her trained guts able to take on things much bigger than Kristy, with or without the human's knowledge, the poor Latina was nothing but a road bump in a blocking way, and hardly an obstical for this refined wolfess to consume, to chug, to abruptly end. All she could do was stew as she was squeezed neear violently as Kenzie takes her from point a to point b in a rapid hurry, nearing point c way too frighteningly soon, the wolf's lowest muscles and tauric half, even stronger than Kenzie's upper, as much as that was hard to believe. She had more room to struggle, but the muscles were stronger, and she wasn't getting any closer to escaping or freedom indeed. She'd just been polished off like a good sized snack, a piece of forbidden candy, written off, as Kenzie already begins to make her way off to the departure tram, as if she DIDN'T just casually end someone's life. Kristy's struggles are violent as she grows frustrated, but the air is even less forgiving here, it soon stinging her nose as she can't even breathe any more, her whole body, itching, burning, to melting, little by little, the predator having devoured her clothing and all. Fuck, there wouldn't soon even be anything to remember the raven haired girl by. Other than a delicious taste. One soon Kenzie would likely even forget! Kristy running on borrowed time now, as she nearly faints three times... until she squirms in her death throws... Kenzie's belly soon going silent and still... her body soon left to be digested through Kenzie's tract, through the vestiges of time... as if she'd never been a person to begin with~

The belly walls of Kenzie Houser contract in on you, squeezing you into a nutritious paste that slowly pipes further down, draining through the rest of her digestive tract.

Kenzie Houser makes fairly short work of Kristy once she stops moving, what's left of the girl's body easy fodder for the wolf's digestive system. Those walls squeeze, enzyme slush pools, and with the occasional gurgle or glorp echoing from that bloated gut, the surface starts to slowly round out and shrink. Not that such modest diminishment is particularly obvious from the outside, where Kristy ends and Kenzie begins growing more difficult to tell as the bartender becomes sloshier and softer. Breaking apart into nutrient mush.