At the spaceport By Strega The best thing about working at the spaceport was the aliens. The pay was good, there was plenty of work, and crime was low thanks to farsighted city policies that put plenty of tax money into clean streets, good lighting and security. You got to see a dozen designs of commercial-drive freighters come and go, from the intercontinental classes up to the really big stuff like the mile-long cargo carriers building the L1 solar array sunward of Earth. Anyone who could manage it tried for a job there and Randy would have counted himself lucky to have one even if he hadn't like alien-watching. He did, though. There were the ones like twelve legged crabs, apparently a big deal in galactic politics despite being no larger than lap dogs and, in his limited experience, not very bright. There were the tentacled snakes, the cat people, the ones like man-sized carnivorous squirrels. Less often he saw the big six legged weasel aliens, unfailingly polite but with mouthfuls of serrated fangs and all too many claws. Those were the common ones. He'd heard there were over five thousand starfaring species in the Commonwealth but many of them preferred other atmospheres or different gravity or lived in enclaves unimaginably far from Earth. Of all of the aliens Randy's favorites were the bears. Or beartaurs, he supposed they might be called. Mwee were traders and businessmen (business bears?) From the waist down they were bulky feral bears, with a thick four legged body and toenails instead of claws. Above that they were bear-humanoid, muscular and furry and imposing. The average one was seven-plus feet tall to the cup-shaped ears and weighed the better part of a ton. Their fur could be any shade of the rainbow and he'd heard them jokingly called "Space care bears". They were friendly and pleasant, much less intimidating than the giant weasels. What Randy liked most about them was that they were always naked save a brief harness and wide, tech-studded wristbands. Fur could cover up a lot but it made little effort to conceal the ponderous knee-thick sheaths or bowling ball sized testicles on the males or the great purple clams of pussies on the females. Most of the other aliens went naked as well but though he'd heard the squirrels and weasels also had males and females you couldn't tell one gender from another at a glance. You certainly could with the bears as they were of a height to conveniently display their sexes for all to see. The female bears even had massive furry boobs! It wasn't hard to find images and even some videos of them online but Randy got to see them for real almost every day. A short order cook has a lot of options for work and he'd managed to snag a job at a diner right up the street from the mwee embassy. They rarely stopped at the cafe to eat but he saw them pad by outside and he'd linger after work for coffee, hoping for another surreptitious glance at the sex of a passing mwee. Randy liked the males and females equally and dreamed about meeting one in private. One day, drinking coffee at a sidewalk table, he had his chance. She was massive and pink, with a pale belly and breasts and darker stripes stretching down her back. He couldn't help but look at her rump as she stood chatting with one of the crab aliens right next to his table. The damp folds of her sex were almost within reach and he marveled at the size of it. They said male mwee were hung like elephants and he believed it. He could have stuffed his whole head in there with room to spare! Somehow she knew he was staring. First a cup-shaped ear swiveled around to point at him, perhaps alerted by his breathing, and as the crab scuttled away her shaggy face turned on its thick neck and she smiled at him. Randy froze in his seat, all too aware of his erection and hoping she didn't notice it poking a tent in his shorts. He never knew what to say in a situation like this. Fortunately she wasn't shy about starting a conversation. "You want to touch it, don't you." She flickered her eyelashes at him. "I've seen you watching us as we go by. You wonder what it'd be like to..." Randy sucked in a breath as her enormous sex twitched. He almost came in his pants right then and there, but he managed to gather himself and reply. "I'm sorry." He finished his coffee and set it down. "I'll go." "Not so fast," she purred. "I didn't say it bothered me. We'd just have to be discreet." She inclined her head toward the gap between the cafe and the shoe store next door. He knew the alley led back to the dumpsters and to not much else. "If I were to meet you in private in a few minutes, maybe you could learn some things." Randy very badly wanted to learn those things and five minutes later he stood nervously by the dumpsters, hoping she wasn't just toying with him. The padded footfalls approaching up the alley told him she wasn't. She looked even bigger in the shadows, three quarters of a ton of beartaur with legs as thick as his torso. Without saying a word she turned where she stood, and her short tail flagged up to expose the pucker of her anus and the great bulge of pussy below that. "I only have a few minutes before a meeting," she purred. "Learn quickly." Randy couldn't help himself. In his wildest dreams he'd not imagined meeting such a forward mwee. At most he'd fantasized about watching mwee mate or masturbate. He'd never thought to actually touch one! Like a chunk of iron drawn to a magnet his hand went out to touch her sex, sliding over the damp folds and slipping easily into the warm smooth tunnel of her vagina. The mwee female groaned and pushed back against him, and his other hand was tight around his cock as his forearm disappeared to the elbow into mwee sex. The seemingly bottomless pussy swallowed up his upper arm just as easily and Randy pushed his shoulder into it until his face was pressed against the slick folds of her sex. She probably couldn't feel his tongue tasting her salty flesh as Randy breathed in the wet musk of an aroused beartaur. He didn't object when her furry rump pinned him to the wall and his face squelched into the broad folds of her sex. He didn't react even when his entire head popped past the other folds into the slick chute of her vagina, too busy approaching orgasm as his hand pumped his cock. Randy shuddered and came, thrusting against his hand and spurting onto the cracked concrete of the alley, and hardly noticed that her broad furry rump continued to press back against him. With his butt wedged against the wall his shoulders had nowhere to go but into the folds of her sex. Her vagina expanded to accommodate even this with no sign of strain and Randy's eyes blinked open, his head deep into the wet tunnel of her pussy and suddenly aware that she wasn't stopping. "Hold on," he mumbled, the wet flesh of her inner folds pressed against his mouth. His forearm was against his cheek and his extended arm slipped past the tightness of her vagina into a looser space. The mwee female's pulse throbbed through his body as she pressed her rump against the brick alley wall, and Randy tried and failed to squirm free as his abdomen and butt slithered into her sex. He heard her growl as she finally stepped away from the wall, and thought for a moment she would squeeze him back out the way he'd come. Instead she began to rock forward and back, growling rhythmically as her pussy clenched, and for the first time his eyes went wide in alarm as her sex began to ripple and squeeze him. It wasn't pushing him out, it was sucking him in! A great contraction of her vaginal muscles gripped him and his face popped free of her tunnel into the same loose space his hand occupied. A second squeezed his shoulders in after and Randy kicked helplessly at the air, not sure whether to be terrified or aroused at the thought of being swallowed whole by a beartaur's sex. Not that it mattered what he thought. Bit by bit she was approaching her own climax and the more excited she got the faster her pussy sucked him in. His legs disappeared inches at a time and by the time she let out a long shuddering growl even his sneakers were vanishing into the soft wet folds of her sex. The mwee female arched and snarled, thrusting back against an imaginary lover, and with a long wet slurp his feet were swallowed. There was no one to see her sex resume its previous shape, dripping with lust but unchanged by the effort of ingesting an entire human. There was no opposing the musculature of a bear-women ten times his mass and Randy was sucked whole through the slippery channel of her vagina. When her shivering climax finally stopped he was curled up in what had to be her womb, one hand still reflexively around his cock and wet flesh pressing in from all sides. She was so massive he didn't even make her belly droop much. This was more than he'd expected but his erection was back and Randy was grinning, his free hand digging out his phone and the one around his cock using the lubrication of her dripping fluids as it once again began to pump. Someone, or a few someones, was about to get a very interesting selfie to look over, his damply grinning face surrounded by wet pink wall. Randy's grin went away for a moment as he saw that he had no signal. That'd never happened before in town but he grinned and snapped the selfies anyway, going so far as to take one of his dick and the pink flesh behind it. He'd just have to wait for her to squirt him back out to send them. What an experience! Then her womb squeezed tight, pushing most of the air out. Even from its depths Randy heard the lengthy belch her sex released, and suddenly the wet folds of her innards were a lot less welcoming. Right about then he also noticed that there was a lot more liquid in here then there had been a minute before, and the thick new fluid stung where it touched his exposed flesh. In shorts and a T shirt that was a lot of skin and Randy began to struggle in earnest for the first time as more and more of the hot acidic liquid trickled into the womb. The phone sank into the rising pool of gastric juices, its light illuminating his horrified face as he realized what was happening. No one knew he'd gone to meet the mwee woman. No one knew what was about to happen to him. All Randy could do was pump himself as her womb tensed once more and a belch expelled the remaining air from her pussy. There was a moment of shuddering pleasure, then just the dark and the slow, wet churn of digestion. Adja stretched, curling around herself to consider the bulge the human made. By tensing her belly she could conceal most of it until she was back at the embassy, and the electronic damping field from her high-tech wristbands removed any worry of her meal letting anyone know what had happened. Five minutes before there'd been two people here, now there was just one. There was nothing left now but to digest her meal. Well, that and one other thing. From a hidden compartment of her harness she took a one-use teleport disk and placed it on the concrete. It would consume itself when she activated it, leaving no evidence. With that she padded out of the alley with a last glance around to make sure there was no trace of her visit. The few gobbets of human semen on the alley floor weren't enough to worry about. Thirty seconds later there was a flicker as Randy appeared, entirely unaware that he was a virtually perfect copy of a Randy now dissolving in a mwee's womb. He waited ten minutes, tapping his foot impatiently, before heading home. He should have known that mwee was just pulling his leg, just like the others. It must be a running joke with them by now. At least he'd gotten a picture of her pussy as he sat at the table. That should be more than enough for tonight. He'd masturbate while imagining getting to touch it, smell it. Maybe one day he'd get to really do it. A little later Adja walked through the doors of the mwee embassy, ducking her head politely to the security guard as she passed. Finally she could relax her belly and he didn't miss the sudden droop, or the faint gurgle of digestion. "Let me guess," he growled. "That skinny cook at the cafe up the block, the one with the mwee fetish." "Oh yes," she said with a grin, and squeezed out another pussy-burp for his amusement. "He was happy to meet me." "He always is. How many times is that?" "Five," she purred. "Only three for me," he growled back. "He fits more easily into your sex than he does into my cock." "And yet he fits," she giggled. The difference was that even an unmodified mwee female could just about stuff a human into her sex, whereas it took a lot of mods to let a male eat one with his penis. Both needed mods to digest them afterward, assuming they didn't just swallow the human the normal way. Then there was the junior ambassador, who had shoved that same man up his ass six, maybe seven times now. Advanced medical technology allowed for so many fun body mods. "Randy really does like mwee," the guard growled, and Adja nodded. "Maybe one of these days he'll get to remember visiting with one of us." "Maybe," purred Adja, while considering how good it'd felt to suck the man into her sex. "But probably not with me."