Thinking with portals

Jesse woke up from a pleasant dream in the most painful way possible known to man or woman: the alarm clock had begun to rang a minute earlier and, despite every attempt to snooze the cursed item, it still kept going strong and denied her the half an hour of extra sleep she had so eagerly looked forward to. She hit the snooze twice, thrice and then some more until she resorted to pulling the plug from its socket, awake and very much angry at the damned machine for not doing its job in the way she wanted it to. Waking up sure, but not allowing her that sweet extra time was a downright atrocity in this modern world. However, as angry as she might have been, she was also very much awake now, no way of going back to sleep for today, especially since another part of her figured out that it was about time to wake up as well and made itself known to the world and to her in particular. Followed by a stifled moan and a crumpling of sheets, Jesse but her lips and shoved her hands under the sheets, lifting them up barely an inch or two but still freeing the incredibly musky air trapped underneath the winter covers she had just put on her bed the day before. Thick and heavy, they were very warm and comfortable, but at the same time they trapped all the heat under them to near perfection, not that she complained in any way.

The heavy musk that wafted into her nostrils made her toes curl in pleasure, dense and powerful, the result of a night of warmth and good dreams that had somehow not ended up in a more messy way. Her hands slithered down her belly, sliding on soft scales and that pudgy belly she had worked for with one too many orders of kebabs the one and only Doner restaurant in the vicinity of the office she worked at. It was well worth it at least. Jesse tossed the covers out of the way, freeing all the musty air collected underneath and the source of that tantalizing scent, her hand darting immediately for the fat sheath that was nestled between her chubby legs.

The young serpent was barely an inch above five feet six, not too tall but not too short either, however, in light of her peculiar condition that she had since birth, she was well above the average even for the tallest people she knew. The sheath that her hands grabbed was downright palm-filling, big, thick and soft, covered in scales that had a softer colouration than the ones on the rest of her body, resembling the pale green of her belly. Her hand barely managed to get around that tube of flesh and squeeze, forcing out a few dense drops of precum and sheath fluids that had collected throughout the night. She collected some with her fingers and then licked them clean, the flavour of her own maleness and the sheer potency of the taste made her tail curl and slap against the mattress, ruffling the sheets even more. A look at the clock that had so rudely interrupted her sleep told her she now had an hour and a half before she had to get out and go to work, which meant that the thirty minutes of sleep she had lost were now thirty minutes that she could allocate to herself, thirty golden extra minutes. With a grin and a bit of relief, Jesse plunged a finger inside her sheath, teasing the incredibly soft flesh inside and thus stirring the contents that made her flesh so fat in the first place. Hissing in pleasure and anticipation, the young woman watched as two pointed heads poked from her crotch, spreading her sheath apart, making it crinkle as more and more and more of her cocks were pushed out by her inner muscles and shone under the soft light coming from the lamp on the ceiling. She didn't hesitate to grab either one, moaning softly again once her relatively cold hands touched the searing hot flesh, slickened by the same fluids that now pooled on her belly and the growing flow of precum that the two rods were spilling from their tips. A fat glob arched through the air as she squeezed the lowest part of her members and landed on her snout and inside her barely open mouth, once again the taste of her own virility spread on her tongue and made her arch her back. Jesse moaned slightly louder, rubbing her palms against the flaring ridges on the underside of each growing cock, her grip failing her time and time again so slick they were and so quickly they grew in her grasp, inches at a time, one after the other until she was forced to start counting in feet rather than mere inches. In her relatively small hands, jutting from her groin like two spears of throbbing flesh, her cocks reached a monumental three feet each, cosily resting side by side inside an insanely bloated sheath, the nerves of which only sparked more pleasure as its stretched end filled with cockflesh.

She had hit her growth spurt several years before, already quite big for her age, though now she was positively huge and she loved it, so many things one could do with so much stuff to play with, not that her friends didn't take full advantage of such a tasty treat whenever and wherever they could. Her tips drooled precum constantly, thick cloudy pre that dripped on her bare scales, making a mess of her and the bed, turning the bedroom into a musky heaven of her own. Her tongue slipped to taste the air and was met with spurt after spurt of pre, enough to fill her mouth and turn her muzzle into a dripping mess while she attempted to wrap her muscle around one of the girthy cocks and failing miserably. Before her hands couldn't wrap around her sheath without squeezing and giving herself quite the task, and that was while her cocks were soft and dormant, now that they were almost completely hard, she was unable to even encircle one with both, only near the tapering tip she could have her fingers meet halfway. She didn't hate it, not at all, it was just more fuel for her pride, being so big was a status in and of itself.

Jesse opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around her left shaft, her taste buds exploding at the mere contact with her flesh that had been resting in a small sea of fluids all night long, glad she hadn't woken up with an erection or two since the flavour was so concentrated her eyes rolled back in her skull and the flow of precum picked up by a few notches. The splatters of her lust on the headboard and the wall behind were of no concern at all, merely adding to the endless loads she had wasted on the bright red paint over the years of her living there. Once she had been met with her parents disapproval, now that she lived alone, it was only a mild inconvenience and at best a new source of pleasure and an excuse to let herself grow hard while she slept. Her hands returned to her sheath, prying the yielding folds of flesh apart, stretching them even further than they already were, shoving her fingers inside to squeeze the thick bases of her shafts one by one, enticing them to grow again while one was firmly lodged inside her own maw. Years of practice proved to be again fruitful and she felt her cocks lurch forward, a few more inches of cunt-breaking flesh sliding deeper down her throat without her having to do anything but open wide and wider. Jesse craned her neck and met herself halfway, swallowing close to half her shaft with ease, feeling the tapered tip dump load after load of cloudy pre directly in her stomach while the other dumped it on the wall and on the floor, swinging wildly with her bobbing. She pulled back eventually, already sporting a hefty paunch that was the fruit of her over-productive body, and opened her mouth to swallow her other shaft, left unattended for the better part of ten minutes, scraping of layers of pre and sheath fluids from its flesh until it shone with spit like the other. Jesse bobbed and impaled herself on her own cock time and time again, her hands going on a journey without her approval as if they had a mind outside hers, sliding deeper and lower, squeezing her shafts or the hefty balls and the swollen sack that housed them. Much like her cocks, she had outgrown most males years ago, back when she was still growing in high school, back then her shafts were a mere foot and her nuts five inches across at their best and everyone considered her big. These days she'd be happy if she could manage to shrink them down to five inches. The round sloshing orbs were constantly a foot wide when she wasn't aroused and surpassed that too, heavy, packed to the brim with all manners of lovely fluids, covered in a sheen of sweat from the incredible warmth both her maleness oozed constantly. As the chilly air around her made contact with her scales, that sheen started to cause a visible haze of sweat, like a second blanket of white fog rising from her warm flesh, a physical embodiment of her musk had there been someone to witness it.

Pulling back once again, Jesse, rubbed her snout on her cocks, pressing them against her muzzle and letting the gouts of pre rain down on her in a lewd morning shower. She shivered once her feet touched the floor, a bit too cold for her tastes, but it was for a worthy cause and she endured the difference in temperature with a wicked smile on her face. From the big drawer on her left she grabbed several XXXL condoms that she had ordered just for herself, the thick rolls of silicon and rubber a pleasant sight for her furniture now that her constant gushing was confined to a more adapt container. Still, the entire wall behind her was long since hosed down with precum and the bed stand, the wardrobe, the mirror, the windows and a bit of the ceiling were all dripping fat globs of the stuff, but that was hardly outside the norm. Stains on every surface that couldn't be cleaned regularly were proof of that. The snake hissed in relief as the tips of the custom condoms began to bloat with ever spurt of pre, each the size of her fingers, adding pints to the load every few seconds with ease. Her balls lurched and expanded, begging for release after an entire night without it, inching towards one and a half feet jostling between her thighs. Jesse bit her lips and resisted the temptation to let herself come immediately and instead grabbed a large dildo from her extensive collection, one that was moulded after her own and sold in shops as 'the biggest one yet', providing her a good chunk of revenue for using her likeness to pleasure others. It was also the perfect way to entice those that bought it to 'try the real thing' for themselves once they learned of the identity of the model behind the toy. She lubed it up by rubbing it on the ruined bedsheets and then put it on the floor, securing the suction cup and positioned herself on top of it. The silicon tip rubbed against her tailhole, teasing her with promises of untold pleasure for many, but she had other aims and, with the aid of her tail, she aimed it at her most feminine detail. Her folds parted slightly around that tip, dripping with their own fluids that further slickened the toy and warmed it up for her. A quick breath, a flex of her muscles and a loud moan later, more than half of that thigh-thick toy was lodged inside of her vent, almost painfully forcing her walls apart, both too much and nowhere near enough. Jesse was more male than most true males, but her one and only feminine trait, aside from her entirely average B-cup breasts, was her vent, trained to be able to take herself with relative ease but able to feel the pleasure from any male daring enough to ask for that part of her body and refuse the juicy cocks and balls that hid it. Sometimes she was glad that many men wanted to top someone bigger than themselves, that fetish aligned with her interest of having smaller males or herms try to please her in every way they could think of.

She lowered herself more, her hips getting closer to the ground with each inch of fat silicon cock crammed into her far too full vent, the very tip of her toy breaching through her inner chamber and still going forward, hitting all the right spots for her. The stimulation from her female sex caused her maleness to try and one up it, growing yet again in her hands, thickening, lengthening and straining the condoms so much one would be impressed by the manufacturer's skill. The tips at the very end of her cocks were so heavy and bloated with precum that they had started to droop towards the floor, heavy enough to fight against the steel hard shafts that held them up. Jesse moaned as loud as she could, and grabbed both cocks in her arms, such was the only way to get them both without any help, and squeezed them together, flesh against flesh, rubbed against rubbed, squeaking and moaning with each rub and gallon of precum dumped into the condoms that ran through her inner plumbing. Jesse slowly started to pull herself up from the toy, ready to lower down again and get the pesky last foot inside a few inches at a time but the same precum that she had spilled mere minutes ago backfired as soon as she put strength in her right foot, slipping and making her fall without a safety net below. Those same inches she had wanted to ease inside her cunt were jammed in all at once by the invisible hand of gravity and forced her vent wide open and every nerve and pleasure centre she had to flare up in a fraction of a second. As her butt hit the floor, Jesse howled and came, her muscles clamping down madly on the invading cock while the two bolted to her front throbbed harder and harder. With a flash of white her balls shrank visibly by half, pumping every last bit of seed packed into them up her shafts. The first shot from both of the two four feet cocks filled the condoms and still it just kept going. The rubbed stretched, groaned, creaked and filled the room with the sounds of its protests as more and more and more spunk was dumped inside. That first titanic thirty second long shot ended and the condoms relaxed, tense, bloated with the dozens of gallons they carried, not ready for the second one to come barely a second later, thicker than her own wrists, dense beyond reason. Both popped easily and a flood of warm musky cum filled the entire room. A sea of roiling spunk sloshed around Jesse's ankles and kept rising as the snake kept coming and coming, her cocks hideously stretched by her own production, dozens upon dozens of gallons of dense, warm, virile and potent seed blasting its way out of her tips. Her eyes rolled back as she let her body do what it did best and waited for the pleasure to end and for her to get the chance to get dressed. Spurt after massive spurt hit the walls, heavy thumps and thuds that signalled yet another hundred-gallon, half-a-minute long blast of cum, furniture that wasn't reinforced caving in under the massive force of her relentless double orgasm.

Close to half an hour later the flow of spunk stopped, her legs knee deep in a massive pool of her own making but her sloshing balls were only close to four fifths of what they had been when she had started her morning session and already her body was begging for more. The loud sounds of her factories packing more and more and more spunk could be almost heard over the sloshing of the countless gallons already spent making waves of lewd white around her. Those heavy orbs floated in the sea of seed while her cocks kept delivering the last few spurts they sent through her deflating shafts. Jesse was tired, her legs aching a little but nowhere near close to satisfied.

With a flick of a button from a remote carefully wrapped in plastic, the pumps installed in her laundry room hummed to life and the drains did what they did best. Within five minutes, amidst gurgling and the protest of the pipes, most of the seed was out of the way. Still, her cocks weren't willing to retreat into her sheath and neither did she want them to. The day had started out poorly and despite the pleasant diversion, she was still in a bit of a foul mood, so to avoid her temper to worsen again, there was little more than to keep herself in this particular state as long as she could. Nothing made her forget her anger more than sex or masturbating or even just walking around naked in her own house sporting her four footers in front of her, but work was work and she had to be presentable to keep it. Rolling her eyes one more time for such prude standards, Jesse opened a special box from her inventory under the bed where the toys that didn't quite fit the drawer were relegated and opened it: inside there were some big rings that shone a faint blue in two sets of two. She took a couple in her hands and put one on top of the other, hearing a small 'click' as they connected and did the same for the other a moment later. Her cocks hardened back again to half-mast once her body realized what she was going to do and within instants she was staring at her drooling cocks once more, stretching her arms to get the rings on each and sliding them down to their bases just below the stretchy folds of her sheath. With another click her heart skipped a beat and, as the blue glow became brighter, her shafts resumed their constant spurts of precum onto every surface they were aimed at. Then, Jesse rotated one ring on her left cock to the right and the one on top in the opposite direction and heard a soft pop that was followed by a hiss and then the loss of a good ten pounds of mass from her left side. Holding one cock in her hand, the snake smiled and ran her tongue over the detached member, cleaning it of every wad of leftover spunk with far greater ease than had she done it normally and placed it on the bed.

The feeling of losing weight but still being able to feel every crease and fold of the sheets and the spunk that was soaking in it was amazing, something she wished she'd never get used to. Jesse stared in awe at the two massive poles of flesh laying on the soft sheets in front of her, she could feel that they were throbbing, engorged with blood, their heat and the overpowering smell of spunk and sex from where she stood, and yet she couldn't feel their weight nor the way they swing around as she walked around. Those rings were by far the best present her parents had bought her when she was young, far more awkward than a car or any small sum of money, but so much more fun than that. She sat on the bed, grabbed one in her hands and began cleaning it thoroughly again, her tongue sliding on her flesh, tasting the salt and feeling each throb of her heart through the thick veins running just under the skin of it. Her lithe snout slid on her cockflesh over and over, musky fluids seeping through the scales, staining every breath she made with her very own stench, getting stronger still as her shaft bloated in her hands, thickening almost like a separate limb. The other cock spurted precum like a broken tap, hosing the bed even more than it had already did and the floor once more, twitching alone on the side of its owner. Jesse then placed her cock on the bed beside the second, watching with pride as both throbbed and leaked ever increasing loads of precum on her already cum-soaked sheets. Opened her legs and straddled herself on it, making every single desperate cleaning lick useless as the downpour of her female fluids leaked and slickened the three feet pole under her. After a few moments she lowered herself, her soft folds making contact with the constantly throbbing flesh, the heartbeats, the blood rushing through her flesh, the heat of her vent were exchanged in equal amounts over and over, bringing the naughty snake to a small scale orgasm. Riding her cock as if it was someone else's and yet feeling every last inch like her own, she grabbed her second shaft and opened her mouth. Endless shots of cloudy precum splattered on her face yet again as the mammoth cock spread her stiff lips aside, the overwhelming taste of fresh spunk and musk settling on her poor tongue, thickening once more in the growing haze of her lust. Jesse tipped her head backwards, her cock still lodged ten inches inside and relaxed her throat, letting gravity do what it did best and her shaft slid deeper and deeper in her gullet of her own volition, slick flesh against slick flesh until the tip broke through her stomach. Instantly more precum rushed through her and joined the gallons she had already drank before, the paunch of her stomach growing a tad bigger with each flex of her cock.

No one could pleasure her like this, few had ever managed to deep throat her in many years since she had discovered the joys of pushing cute boys and cute girls onto her lap and letting them discover what true size meant. No amount of soft licks and bloated bellies could ever come close to the feeling of riding one of her cocks while another pumped her full of spunk as her balls heaved. Yet again, her shafts bloated, thickened and let loose a new torrent of pearly white seed upon her bed, pump after pump, shot after shot of dense and steamy batter, each and every one just as thick and just as virile as the very first one. The heavy sack thrummed with activity as gallons upon gallons raced through her, one half of the endless tide dumped in her stretched gullet and the other shot on the wall to add to the collection of musky stains. Jesse could feel both her nuts lurching upwards and their production within her cock through the impossibly intimate contact that the portals granted her, one resting on top of the other, sharing warmth. The need to breathe however, made itself known at last and the still cumming snake pulled her cock out of her mouth, gallons racing out of her monstrously swollen tip and wasting its load on her muzzle and chest, lewd strings hanging from her stiff nipples. She hugged her cocks, rubbing them against each other while the flow of spunk became more of a trickle and then intermittent spurts and then stopped. Her tongue didn't hesitate to dash out and resume her licking another time, adding wads of spunk to the several gallons in her belly. Like many other mornings, her world had become consumed by musk, the stench of sex and cum, in a sense slave to her own flesh and blood and had the alarm clock not rang and interrupted her, she'd have kept going. The drains were activated a second time and the new roiling ocean of virile batter was once again being dumped out of her room, the floors utterly soaked even more so than before and the room utterly reeking of her sex. She was glad she had the entire apartment waterproofed years ago, a costly endeavour but a worthy one to be sure, given how when she truly had the time to let herself go, just one flooded room wasn't anywhere near enough her upper limit.

Jesse sighed and placed both cocks on the bed, one in next to the other. After making sure that each ring was labelled correctly and that she'd not run into the problem of putting her left cock on her right side once she'd return home, she slowly but surely slid herself down both of her shafts at once. Her flesh was spread apart obscenely wide by her very own maleness, warm and leaking the precum she needed to ease the process that dribbled back down her flesh until the sheer girth proved to be too much and the flow was halted, pooling all inside her womb and bowels. The feeling of her true flesh sliding deeper into her was far more pleasurable than merely using a silicon copy of herself, endlessly more arousing and pleasing. Inch by inch, foot by foot, her maleness was crammed inside her cunt and tailhole, each bulge almost clearly visible under the soft scales and her belly. Her sheath bobbed pleasantly and free of weight, still fat and still stretched wide but far more easy to handle now that the massive cocks it housed weren't jutting from it and instead filled their owner from within. The two fifteen inch wide balls wobbled under her several times and then touched the ground when she reached the second half of her shafts, resting nicely on the cum-soaked floor they had created, keeping the same firm shape all the while.

Jesse came inside herself barely halfway through the process, just a little bit but enough to make her shiver and almost slip again, this time on the growing paunch her cum was creating. Once both were safely tucked inside her, Jesse stood up, feeling not only every inch of her flesh sliding around her fat cocks, but also the very shapes lodged as deep as they could go, warm, thick and still leaking precum that found no way to escape from the tight seal of the rings. Although only mostly hard, they were enough to make her feel heavier and filled to the brim, but the most pleasant detail in all of it was that she still had room to grow. For the moment, however, she had a shower to take and a job that she couldn't lose, the fun was to be postponed. That said, while the water ran at the highest speed on her cum stained scales, she couldn't help but spend the idle time playing with herself some more. Her hands raced down to her sheath and her balls, stretching and tugging at the loose tube of flesh, squeezing her heavy sack that still looked obscenely full of spunk despite all the gallons wasted on the floor and on her once clean walls. Each of her fifteen inch wide nuts was given all the attention it deserved, caressed and cleaned thoroughly, jostling in their pouch, swinging freely whenever Jesse tended to her throbbing sheath again. The constant squeezing and flexing caused her to constantly shooting precum in finger-thick ropes or the occasional spurt of seed, each small throb making her shiver and moan under her breath as yet more gallons were added to her belly and womb.

She came out of the shower cleaner than before but still reeking of spunk and sex, her cocks a tad bit harder than before and the paunch she sported the one of woman five months pregnant. That paunch was the most womanly thing on her that was visible at this point: her breasts were small enough to be confused for moobs on a good day and her normally slightly chubby belly added with the inhuman sheath stretching her pants on a daily basis was more than enough to make people mistake her for a male. It was the perfect trap for a fun night out and in some bars she was recognised easily while her prey was seen as either lucky or extremely unlucky, depending whether the hunky men she reined in were willing to bottom for her. Now that she looked several months pregnant it was doubtful anyone would make that mistake, at least for the day. However, she was just as able to make herself look as a woman if she so wanted. Her work dress did help in this case since Jesse wore pants that were clearly meant for a woman: long, black as the night, stylish, ironed to near perfection and yet her fleshy sheath and the head-sized balls squirming inside the massive bulge in her crotch were in such stark contrast with the rest of her that it left people shocked or out of words. More than once a client had mistaken her nice behaviour and frilly clothes for the one of a well-kept woman in her late twenties only to be thrown overboard by her male part once she stood up to shake hands. It was one of her favourite hobbies and gave her more than a few excellent lays from curious people. It was also another way for her to reel in catches in bars much like dressing like a sissy boy did, catering to a whole other chunk of the population and granting her everlasting reserves of people to bring home.

Inside her pants her sheath bobbed and wobbled visibly as she walked to her car and started it, slowly making her way towards her office. The impact of her bottom with the seat sparked pleasure, barely suppressing a loud and drawn-out moan in public, her cocks unloading a few more spurts of precum as deep as they could in front of a few humans. She smiled nonchalantly and drove off, patting her paunch whenever she could afford to take her hands off the wheel, something that in a city with countless stop lights and mild traffic was more than common, stroking her cocks from the outside, further pushing herself into a depraved hole of exhibitionism in her own car. She could feel every throb and every pump of her nuts, every bump in the road made her jump and squeeze on her shafts. Fortunately she reached the office before she could come again, though rushing to her position proved to be a hard task, being burdened with her heavy sloshing cargo and two three and a half feet erections lodged as deep as they could get in her gut. However the universe had other plans for her work day.

"Jesse! How are you?" The snake turned her head and saw a familiar face walk towards her, arms stretched open in preparation of a big hug, a hug that was interrupted as soon as the man in front of her noticed the huge belly stuck to her front side and slowed to a halt. "Jesse you... you're pregnant?" The man had been sent to a new branch of the company on the other side of the world months ago, so it was no wonder he made the jump and assumed that Jesse was soon to become a mother. She looked down, patting her stomach and flashed him a wry smile. His face lit up and his eyes widened. "Can I touch it?" The question came as a surprise but she didn't stop him, she wanted to let him touch 'the kid'. Technically she hadn't lied: she just didn't tell him the truth as he had made that conclusion himself. The burly man wearing the fancy suit put his hand on her midsection and as soon as he did so, the contact made her shiver and flex her muscles. "Oh, wow, I felt it move!" Oh, he felt something move alright, it just wasn't a baby that he was so fascinated with. Such a naughty and open display of her body caused her to come a little right then and there, in the office lobby, under the eyes of dozens of people. "Wow, it's a feisty one."

"Y-yeah... definitely..." Jesse leaned against a wall, feeling the gallons of spunk run through her body whenever her nuts throbbed with pent up seed. Her sheath thickened in her pants and her sack swelled just as her belly did, most of it imperceptible to everyone other than herself and those that watched too much to be normal. "A very excited baby..." The snake smiled and patted the cum baby in her stomach. "S-sorry, got to hurry to the bathroom..."

"Oh, yes, yes of course, please go." She nodded towards him before rushing upstairs towards the bathroom and locking herself in one of the special toilets for folks with disabilities, sitting on the large ceramic bowl and moaned.

The man that had just touched her belly was once her boss and a very important person and she had just come inside herself as he touched her! She blushed heavily and held her muzzle in her hands, giggling at the incredible and insane lewdness of it all, her cocks hardening from within her still, pushing her to the very limit of her biology, stretching her belly wider and wider. A few tears in the clothing was heard as a few more gallons of cum were dumped from her swelling balls into her belly, buttons threatening to pop off so taut her scales were growing. Jesse looked at the time on her phone and saw that it was only nine in the morning, she still had seven hours of constant orgasm and constant squirming left before she could go home and unload all of her cargo and fuck herself to sleep. The plan was set, her goal was to be reached, that said... she just had to endure.

Just seven more hours.