As your long day comes to an end, you walk down the dimly lit streets of the downtown area. With only a single destination in mind, you break out into a jovial skip, your "generous assets" bouncing around wildly as you whistle happily. You're Emily, a hermaphrodite sylveon. You don't know why exactly you have boy parts instead of girl parts down there, but you never really cared, mainly ‘cause things are a lot more fun like this anyway~
You soon catch eye of your destination, the night club known as The Starving Snorlax, the only place you know of where vore is not only known about, but actively celebrated! You get aroused just at the thought, your dick gently twitching underneath your short skirt. After fantasizing for a moment, you decide to finally get this night started, and start walking towards the night club entrance. As always, a beefy looking tauros is acting as a bouncer, making sure that only the right people get in.
"Hiii Mr. Liam!" you say with your signature lilting tone. "Oh. Welcome back Miss Emily," he returns with his own gruff voice. "Come on in." he adds as he opens the doors for you. You give a motion telling him to lean down, giving him a peck on the cheek when he complies. "Thanks Mr. Liam! Hope your job goes well too~" you trill as you skip inside, a blush appearing on the bouncer's face in response to your gesture.
Your world quickly gets drenched in a dim pink lighting as the usual sounds of a deep pulsing rhythm and the lustful moans of nightclub workers are picked up by your sensitive ears. You take a look towards the stage, a few girls having already been working the poles, some even having full bellies with various stages of digesting prey. You feel right back at home again. Eager to get up on stage, you head back to get ready for your show.
As you head towards the changing rooms, you greet every girl you pass, nearly every one of them instantly recognizing you and returning your greeting, even the ones who don't know you can't help but return a smile in response to your infectious cheer. Whenever you come across a girl who looks nervous or down, you’ll take a moment to stop and give her a supportive hug and a "good luck," the gesture bringing a small smile each time as they go back to what they were doing with a newfound sense of vigor.
The moment you enter your changing room, your T-shirt immediately comes off, your bare breasts bouncing around as they're freed from the grip of your way too stuffy shirt. You look over yourself and give your firm tits a soft squeeze, your fingers sinking into the plush furry mounds as you reminisce over how much your past 'mon food has padded them out. But never mind that, you still need to prepare for the show! You take off your skirt and panties with one quick motion, your equally plush tush slightly jiggling, and your flaccid cock hanging directly downwards, finally free from your constrictive panties.
Tossing all of your clothes onto the ground, you start looking for your work clothes, soon finding that you tossed your special panties on the ground last time you were here. as you bend over to pick them up, you hear a soft gasp behind you, spotting a floatzel girl staring at your bare ass, you remember that you never actually locked your door. "Like what you see?" you tease with a wiggle of your rump. A deep blush crosses her face before she slams the door on you.
You let out a shrug before picking up your panties, making sure to lock the door properly before slipping your lower lingerie on. Unlike your normal panties, these are designed to be perfectly snug on both your rump and your package. You soon after find your bra in a drawer and clip it on to complete your outfit. You don't like hiding the girls while doing your thing, but luckily for you you're not obligated to wear it for too long~ Now satisfied with how you look, you make your way toward the waiting room, plopping down on one of the many comfy cushions and waiting for your turn to come up on stage.
Right as you start to wonder if you should have taken the purse with your 3DS with you, your hear your cue to come up on stage, bolting up with a big smile, you take a confident strut through the curtains and onto the catwalk. All eyes now on you, you scan the crowd with a seductive gaze, looking for the ones who've already been enraptured by your luscious figure. You stick your arm out and gently grab the pole, doing a brief walk around before gripping it tightly with your thighs, twirling around a few times with a light giggle. You lean forward on the pole and start to gyrate your hips in the direction of your audience, spotting some horny boys (and even a few girls) staring at your pillow-like ass.
You then decide that now is a good time to start stripping~ You turn around and sway your hips back and forth as you unhook your bra, dropping it to the ground to reveal your fat, jiggly tits to the entire audience, quickly drawing in more of a crowd in response You stand up straight and return to gyrating your hips as you give both of your breasts a firm grip and starting jostling them around, giving your nipples small pinches as well as the occasional lick. You then put your hands behind your head and just let your breasts breathe and soak in the attention, flopping around in response to your dancing.
After a few more minutes showcasing your T&A, you decide that it's finally time to show off your main attraction~ you turn around and give the waistband of your panties a snap, jostling your fat butt once again, softly tracing a finger along the outline of your bulge, which quickly grows stiffer at the thought of what's to come. You slooowly take off your panties, giving your tush a gentle wiggle as your panties slide down your legs, hitting the floor. You step out of your underwear and gradually turn around, softly licking your lips as your fat sylveon dick is revealed to the entire audience. Your eager cock gently throbs as you delicately run a finger across its length. Scanning the crowd once more, you see a few faces of shock in there, but the audience for the most part takes on either a mix of confused arousal or just plain arousal, the cock either not deterring them or just turning them on further. You give the air a few thrusts as you put on a sensual look, your girlmeat already leaking pre in response to all of the attention it’s getting from both you and the crowd.
"Now who wants to play?~"
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