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VII: Money troubles

"No mom, I'm not going to get sued, no, I'm not going to jail for damage to the property and by the way, thanks for your concern for my wellbeing." I had to sigh loud enough for her to hear me through the phone since she had this amazing ability to somehow hear a pin drop across the house but couldn't do the same when taking calls.

"Sorry dear but we got called by some dude that told us you ruined an entire apartment and we had to testify to your... condition to avoid legal troubles. That one got here even before the hospital chimed in and told us you were taken in for severe dehydration or something..." She sounded worried, which wasn't good. The last time mom was truly worried about something it turned out to be a mistake in the tax forms that would have sent dad to jail for the next decade had she not felt 'a tad off' when looking at the numbers. I leaned back, resting my head on the pillows that I had asked to be delivered half an hour ago, staring at the soulless pasty blue ceiling of the ward I was in. "Are they for real Nyla? Did you really destroy those guys' place just by having sex?"

"It... it would appear that... uhm... yes." God I felt horrible just admitting it. "Trust me when I say I don't even know how."

"Well, you did flood your room, the living room, the kitchen, the garage, and you did make us change every single piece of furniture that had soaked up your stuff several times over the years so I guess it wasn't that shocking. At least to us." As she said that, my mouth hung limp, a baby could have walked in and I wouldn't have noticed. Was she serious? She wasn't ehm, impressed by my 'performance' but... by the legal claims?? What the hell kind of mother thinks that way? "At least the building's owner can't exactly press charges for damage now. Good thing we applied for that insurance long ago."

"Yeah." I sighed again, though this time it was more for my own sake.

I woke up three days ago in this very bed, feeling groggy, tired, sticky and numb all over. The moment I started to form more than a single coherent thought I was surrounded by doctors asking all kinds of things and then came the lawyers and a very angry couple of men that claimed to be the owners of the building Cyril's apartment was in. I had to learn the bad way just what had happened after I blacked out and the door of their place shattered, letting out a not-so-figurative ocean of spunk flood the hallway and the staircase where a couple was smooching in. I was told I was in for a big lawsuit that might have reached a million bucks or something on that line, given the costs that annoying badger would have to cover to remove several dozen inches of cum from five floors and the entry hall, plus the air cleaning and whatever else was necessary. As I was being berated for playing such a 'devious prank', the hospital called my father, who then called my mother who then went and grabbed a couple of documents from her end and came out with the most outlandish of insurances I had ever heard. Apparently there was such a thing as 'insurance for hyper-related damages', which wasn't, when I first found that document in her desk once, a type of insurance for enormous damages, but one to cover damage I'd eventually do.

I was ashamed and angered that my own parents, when they adopted me and Mina, would think I'd end up that way, but then I realized that the signs had been there for a long time and they had been very wise in getting that one early. It was the same thing that had paid for the renovations in our home and the same one that, by the miracles worked by lawyers friend of ours, prevented the landowner from hammering me with that lawsuit. It made me wonder just how many of these were sold in a year across the country and why I had never heard of such 'damages' before in my life.

"Alright Nyla, I've got a couple more things to say to you: you're not going to get sued because we also spoke to that man and we have come to an agreement without having to make you go to court for damages." I felt my back shiver at that sentence and gulped. "We managed to make him back off and settle this frankly really quickly, maybe too quickly in fact, but, anyways, he says if you are willing to pay for a set amount outside the sum covered by our insurance, you'll be free and there won't be any citations yadda yadda yadda."

"O-ok... how much do I have to pay?" Please don't be much, please don't be too much...

"The total we agreed on is ten thousand dollars."

"What?" I jumped out of the covers immediately. Thoughts of being in debt, of having to take another loan from the bank swirled in my brain. "How am I going to pay ten grand?"

"I don't know Nyla, but I can't help. On our end we are so tight it's almost scary and your sister obviously isn't allowed out of the house for the next five months with the exception of school."

"What about Uncle Harvey? He's always pitched in when we needed." This time I could hear her sigh.

"Your uncle did offer to share some of the costs but I decided it wasn't necessary."

"What? Mom I'm a college student! I don't have any money other than what you give me to eat and buy groceries!"

"Nyla, we're already paying for your loans' interest rates, the least you could do is get a job." Now she sounded a tad angry. "You are smart enough to get a scholarship that knocked most of the costs of your education down, but that small amount left is still weighting on us and after this we're lucky if the premium for your insurance doesn't rise by a lot. If you want us to start chipping away at the costs from the apartment you ruined, then we won't have the income to also shoulder your loans until we sorted that one out." I curled up under the covers again. "You are an amazingly smart young woman Nyla, and incredibly lucky too. Many of your age are working jobs because their parents cannot help them like we do with you."

"I'm sorry."

"Sweetheart, don't be... we do it because we love you. What use is our money if we don't use it for you?"

"You could get a vacation and rest for a while."

"That'd be nice, but we had our priorities set straight the moment we adopted you two all those years ago. It's a little sacrifice we had to make for your sake." I admit I had to wipe a tear off my muzzle. I never thought how lucky I was, I kind of took it for granted. "But there comes a time when a child must become financially independent from their parents. I always thought it'd be because you'd move away to another country with some big job to support you and not to pay a dumb fee like this but it had to happen at some point." I could see her smile from her end of the call. "It's a big sum but it's not enormous, you could take a decent job and start from there. It'll take a little while but it's not the end of the world now, is it?"

"No."

"Good. I have to go now, say hi to your sister and don't worry, we still got your back." The last thing before the end of the call was a faint kiss and then silence.

I let my phone fall to my sides with my arm as I slumped in the slightly uncomfortable mass of cheap blankets the hospital used. I felt horrible and it wasn't because I'd have to get a job, no, it was because I had never realized that I had never truly needed one until now. I was one of the luckiest ones and didn't realize it, even with many of my friends and classmates worried they'd miss one payment on the loans or be forced to choose between food and rent. It felt weird, to be so dumb.

It was a good thing that the doctors I hadn't seen in a while decided to pop back in right as most of my thoughts were turning sour.

"How are we feeling?" There were three doctors with me now, one finally closing the door to the little room I was in and with them came an army of interns and fresh recruits. The guy that spoke to me was a very handsome rat, white as snow with two pretty blue eyes, the poster boy for a bland romance set in a relatively small hospital like this one. The two that came with him were a peacock with a little too much in the way of ass that made her look frankly appetizing and the last one was a well-built dragoness much like me, minus giant tits and huge dick.

"Well, I just got a call that I'll be burdened with ten grand to scrub the air of an entire building from my spunk's smell so I guess mentally I'm beat, but hey, at least I'm not going to jail for it." There was a small wave of blushes and deeply hidden curiosity from the interns. I could smell the interest on them and that made me smile, inside. Maybe I could earn myself some rest from my worries for just a moment with these freshly minted doctors. "But physically I'm fine." The peacock doctor grabbed the charts from her end of the bed and gave them a look.

"It's definitely a good thing, you were brought in severely dehydrated."

"Tends to happen when you cum in the hundreds of gallons range." My little comment made the professionals barely bat an eye but the interns either giggled or looked away as I glanced at them. If this little could make them blush and avoid looking at me, I'd thoroughly enjoy the rest of the things I already had in mind. "So, what are you here for?"

"Well, you have a very rare condition so we wanted to gather some data from you if you were willing to." The rat smiled, waving a small stack of papers in his hands. "If not, we can just get your vitals, have the interns see if everything else is ok and then you may go."

"I'm a hyper, doctor, hardly a rarity these days." That bit about the data tickled my interest, just what kind of... data did they want?

"That is indeed correct." At this point the dragoness pitched in, stepping forth from the mass of timid interns. "But you belong to a certain category that is rarely seen. We have gathered you aren't too familiar with the condition you were born with, at least not on a proper medical level. To make it more clear we'll explain some things. We have made some categories for this: lightweight, mediumweight and heavyweight. Given your current situation, you're well into the medium-weights." I cocked an eyebrow.

"Just medium?"

"There's some pretty big fellas out there." The rat doctor quietly interjected, getting himself back into the conversation. "The difference between light and medium weight is just the size of your genitals. Any lightweight is easily a foot or foot and a half be it males or herms in terms of genital length, while you look like you are towards the end of the mediums. To get into the next category you'd have to grow in both height and weight. Put on a couple of feet in height, maybe four, couple hundreds of pounds, maybe a couple of feet out as well..." The mental image of someone like me but even bigger sent shivers down my spine, the good kind of shivers. That got me curious... very curious.

"Hypers are much more common these days than in the past, but even hypers don't come in just one size. You are also a hermaphrodite, possessing every necessary bit to impregnate and get pregnant from every species we know of." The dragoness looked at me for a moment, a weird glint flashed in her eyes barely visible to the others, but not to me: it was the same look a hungry woman gave me when they saw what I packed below. Interesting... "Given the uncommon combination and your unusual size, together with the substances administered to you recently and their effects, you are one of the rarest individuals ever examined in this hospital. If you were to give consent to our offer, we'd take some measurements of your sizes and then we'll be done." Oh, that kind of 'data'... "We do already have some from your last visit in your local hospital but I have gathered from your parents and your adopted sister that there have been some... developments in that area..."

"Am I going to end up in some research paper or some textbook by any chance?"

"It's possible. Also, if you're interested and sign up for a later appointment, we could also write off your medical bills in exchange for a few more tests that will help us help you better." Well, if you put it that way and promise me that I'd be free of yet more money to fork out, how can I possibly refuse?

"Deal. I like the attention." As I said that I was handed the agreement papers from the rat and started scribbling here and there. I glanced again at the interns and saw them do anything but stare at my face, which in turn made them look at the rest of me, still covered in blankets, but let's be honest, with the kind of junk I had, even the covers did little. The slight attention I was being given and the prospect of being touched, prodded and measured did turn me on a little and so, the monster awoke. I felt it flex under the gown and the blanket, slowly making a tent.

"Thanks for the cooperation. Can you stand or do you prefer to sit down." I pondered for a moment and then made my decision.

"I'll stand. I need some movement right now. Been sitting on my ass for three days almost." I pushed the covers aside and heard with incredible glee the chorus of gasps as the flimsy gown did absolutely nothing to hide anything on me.

Gravity quickly took hold and started pulling stuff down, instantly letting my cock hang as low as it could get, all two and something feet of it, resting cosily on top of the girls below. I took a moment for myself, adjusting to the weight as any other day, quickly figuring out I was feeling heavier down there by a good margin. I reached for my sack and gave it a squeeze and got a good shock when I found that it felt denser, fuller and reached a size that even before would have been something of a challenge. It swung even lower than my knees, pulled down by its own weight, looking as if I had shoved inside two fat pumpkins which, in turn, made me re-evaluate the size of my cock. Another glance told me I was wrong in thinking it was just a little over two feet. Nearly a dozen pair of eyes settled on it and immediately it started throbbing, trying to entice the audience to look harder. As the staring continued, I felt my nuts lurch and a single, painfully dense drop of precum start to make its way through my cock. There was a moment of stillness as that drop peeked from my tip, forcing it to yawn wide for the briefest of instants before falling. The dragoness next to me had already began to me from the moment she saw my balls thrum, tearing a gigantic condom from the bag she had carried with herself. The silicon slid onto my tip with ease, telling far more than she wanted to admit, but that to me, someone who knew just how hard it was to get even an ultra-sized condom on, was painfully obvious. The girl not only was interested in hypers and herms, but she was clearly used to handling big cocks to be that good. The rubber caught that drop, bloating around it slowly as the gallons poured inside it. The two of us exchanged a glance that was more than enough to get me interested and start the furnace that was my lust. In the time it took for someone to gather enough semblance of control over their own bodies to speak, the condom tripled in size as more and more precum pooled inside, swirling in a cloud of raw virility.

"Sorry, it happens in the morning." I lied: I wasn't sorry. The show clearly made most of them blush or look uncomfortably around the room, everywhere but me again. That being said, the damage was already done: the place was starting to spice up, my scent spreading through the air. I noticed a few trying to hide their growing erections, including the very pretty and very nervous looking peacock lady. Guess she was really trying to hide her own.

"It's ok, we're doctors, we've seen worse." That much I was sure of, though how many of them had really seen a hyper let out nearly a gallon just in precum in less than thirty seconds? "I'd like some privacy with our patient right now, unless some of you interns want to volunteer to help me measure her sizes." The dragoness glanced at the many interns and got nothing at all, nothing other than a staunch determination to not look at my cock. How boring. "Doctor Gillian? Doctor Seamus?"

"No thanks, I just... ehm, I just came to check out on the patient." The rat pulled his collar with a finger. "I'll go do the rest of my rounds now." As he walked out, the entirety of the others followed suit within a few moments, leaving the room empty by the time the door could close behind the last one of them.

I didn't wait more than a couple of seconds after that to grab the doctor's hand and dragging her close to me. I saw her eyes widen ever so slightly before her entire face was swallowed by my tits, sinking in god knows how many pounds of titflesh, squishing around the scales of her muzzle. She let out a moan, not a scream, not a gasp, a moan as I pulled her closer still, now her legs had to spread around my cock. She was tall enough to just about ride my shaft like one of those rocking toys kids jump on. Her arms were still by her sides as light was taken away from her and the sterile scent of the hospital her nostrils took in was slowly but surely replaced with my very own breeder musk. I could hear her take deep breaths from between my tits, her nose flaring against my scales, her mouth open, panting hard, the gap between her legs growing hotter and hotter as the seconds passed. Then her arms rose and latched behind me, hugging me in a vice, her legs wrapping around my waist, locking herself in a soft, milky prison. Her squeezing started causing milk to spill from my nipples, running along her back. She felt it and reached for my left tit with her hand, the smooth palm searching for the source as her head stubbornly remained lodged on my chest. Her weight wasn't much but I decided to sit down anyways, carting around a few dozen more pounds wasn't the best. Sitting down took a lot of pressure off my cock, letting it grow and grow, fattening, thickening, adding dozens of inches in length and girth before I could even realize as an entire day of pent-up needs suddenly resurfaced and made themselves known. The room instantly started smelling of ball sweat and sex, my scent spreading like wildfire in the small space, giving me that edge I needed to get almost completely hard. As the feet of cock piled up and the stench became denser, I saw it rise from behind her perky ass and tail.

It took even me a moment to realize what I was looking at: my cock had not just grown, it had almost completely become a monster! The dragoness' legs were spread wide apart, now wrapped around it and not my hips anymore. I could feel her squeeze and squirm against it. It throbbed angrily, desperately, around the base it looked like it was thicker than before by almost an entire foot, towering over the two of us, four and a half feet above my crotch. If before I had a massive dick, now I had a true pillar of pure, raw, musky flesh that looked like it could make even Mina shiver and back down. The condom strained with the constant barrage of precum I was dumping into it, gallons upon gallons, cloudy like never before, spreading a salty stench that finally drew the cute doctor out from my tits. Her head snapped backwards with her entire torso, freezing yet again before she let go of my nipples, licking her milk-soaked hands only to let them get dirty again in the fat beads of pre that escaped the condom's imperfect seal. She hugged my cock as if she was hugging me once more, her arms stretched around it, making me feel her muscles work to try and stroke it with the entirety of her upper body, her knees to my sides, her face rubbing against my flesh. Her moans rang louder and louder, her open mouth, her tongue dashing out to lick and collect sweat barely impeding her from voicing her pleasure to me. The spot between her legs that had been just a tad wet expanded, growing wetter and bigger, spreading a faint scent of femininity that drowned in the ocean of rut that I was producing. The condom bloated one more time with the latest gallon-shot of precum before the rubber stretched too far and burst, sending the two foot wide orb of swirling fluids splattering around us. The massive fuckstick that was my cock shielded me from the splash but the rest of the room wasn't so lucky, and neither was the dragoness, her face blasted in musky pre. There was an instant of silence before she mewled, biting my shaft to try and silence herself, her teeth digging into my skin but somehow failing to provide more than a silly tickle, as her orgasm wracked her body, her lust-stained pants now utterly ruined by waves of liquid lust of her own. Unimpeded by that flimsy condom, every single shot of pre hit the ceiling, splattering all over the place, dribbling on the underside in lurid rivers to pool in the crevices of my sack, adding to the sweat and the roiling of cum bubbling deep within.

I watched as the serious doctor turned around, setting her pretty ass on my nuts, their sheer size allowing her to use them as veritable seats as she used her everything to jerk me off as I laid down and relaxed. Her arms struggled to stroke more than a couple of feet at a time, leaving so, so much left unattended, throbbing eagerly for more attention. She grew desperate, both in her licks and snorting, her nose rubbing against my flesh, stained with sweat and precum alike, now putting her back into her motions, her ass lifting and lowering on my sack, slapping as hard as she could with every full body stroke. Every time she got up, she had to bend her knees to reach my tip, every time she got all the way back down, she was more caked in slimy pre and the impact of her ass on my nuts sent rivers of it raining down on us. The stench of sex was overwhelming at this point, I could feel it sticking to my scales and to the gown and the room itself along with dozens of gallons of pre.

"Doctor Synn, what's this smell..." The door suddenly opened and the group of interns came back, this time led by an old man who instantly made the most sour of faces. "Doctor Synn!! What is the meaning of this?" That shout woke her up from the musky daze rubbing her snout on cock and the sight of the people staring at her, panting, drooling, covered from head to tail tip in goopy precum, strapped to a gigantic cock almost as tall as her.

"D-d-doctor Dillon... I-I..." There was a lot of stuttering and trying to not to look like a pervert. "I was just asking our patient to... ehm..."

"She wanted to collect sperm samples since she couldn't measure my sizes anymore. You know... too big and all that..." Everyone looked at me. Maybe once I might have been embarrassed by it, but at this point in time, with a dick this size, with more than a dozen rooms ruined by my lust, with six people completely willing to throw their very dignity for a sniff of my balls and tailhole... well, I was too far gone to be embarrassed by anything sexual. "I got some morning wood and ruined her measurements so I offered some samples but... well, it takes a while for me to ejaculate give my size. She was just doing her job." I smiled, though inside I was rather angry: I was so close to coming too... my cock throbbed angrily, desperate to unload, my balls tried to voice their own complaints, sloshing loudly enough to be heard across the room by the shell-shocked interns. Doctor Synn blushed, nodding her head at my incredible display of bullshitting skills. The other doctor seemed to be in on the secret, old enough to be familiar with a good lie and the face of someone caught red-handed.

"If that is the case, I trust this..." He pointed at the entire room, caked in pre. "Is enough." It was a good thing that the interns were too embarrassed to look at us.

"Well, I didn't come just yet, it's just precum so far." This, this got him by surprise as well. More boners popped and wet patched appeared on everyone's pants. Ah, this is the kind of power I want to have... it's so fun...

"O-oh... well, uhm... given your status as a hyper, your sperm cell count should be more than enough with just precum." A glob fell on his shoulder from the ceiling where he was standing under. He hurriedly wiped it away, but that made it stick to his hand, thick strings connecting his fingers. Again he tried to wipe it, this time on his coat, now leaving a big slimy print on the immaculate white. It was almost arousing to see so many people so embarrassed. "Since it's enough as it is, Doctor Synn, please get the numbing cream and let's get this young lady discharged."

"Already?"

"Ye... cough, yes, your peculiar biology has baffled us but seeing as you have no symptoms anymore and just needed a lot of water, vitamins and other minor things." Doctor Dillon coughed again. "As for those we found with you, they have already been dismissed, all of them are healthy and fine, maybe a little soreness here and there." He checked a different folder and adjusted his coat and his pants. "Your sister is still sleeping for the moment. You put her through a lot of stress but she'll be fine. Apparently she's more like you than you think."

"Meaning?" I sat on the slickened bed as the ashamed dragoness rubbed hanfduls of an oily lotion that made my skin tingle. Bit by bit I saw my erection die and wane, my needs still there, still overbearing as always, but pushed down by the miracles of modern medicine.

"She's a hyper as well." Oh my fucking... wait... it... it kind of makes sense if I think about it... my dick's the size of these people's legs, hell, I met people whose torsos are smaller than that. And Mina took it all and had the gall to ask for more... "It's a different kind of hyper: her body, well, she's resistant to extremes most would imagine to be impossible. Some species are more prone to either side of the spectrum, some grow, some adapt and most of the time, when the two sides are close together, it's inevitable they get intimate." It took me less than a second to figure that one out.

"You're saying that me and my sister getting to this point was inevitable?"

"Not inevitable, no, but your bodies did their best to try and make it happen, did they not?"

"Yeaahh, not me. Oh, well... yes, I mean... I had some pretty bad heats when I was a teen, but my sister was the one that made the first step months ago." Doctor Dillon scribbled something on a notepad. "I tried to make her stop but there is just so much a horny girl can do to stop a sex-crazed hen like her." The blushening returned! Stronger than ever.

"And it was at the same time you started growing?"

"Yes."

"I was told from your family doctor that you were administered pills that caused the growth so I had your blood analysed. I hope you'll be happy to hear that there are no remains of unknown substances in it."

"Does this mean I won't grow again?" I almost felt bad.

"The compound administered was already quite exotic and the doctors that studied it in the first place didn't have the right kind of training so it was harder for us to understand it now that it's gone from your body. Until your sister provides us with a proper sample, if she even does that, it's hard to say whether something else will happen in the future." So, the door to yet more growth is still open. That's good to know. Oh, gods, what have you done to me Mina? Look at me! Look at meeee!!

"When can I see her?"

"In the next few days. For the moment we'd like to keep a close eye on her, in private." The old doctor gave me a glance that reminded me of the one he had when I told him why the dragoness was 'really' hugging my cock. "She needs rest and you coming would probably get her excited or make her want to leave."

"Just make sure not to let her out of your sights, cause that's the first thing she'll do the moment she can walk. It would be safer if our parents come and pick her up."

"Unfortunately she's 18 years old, she can refuse to be taken away by your parents." Right, forgot about that. "Anyways, I have to ask you to leave the room for the moment. We need to... clean." This time he managed to avoid the falling glob of pre. Nice reflexes.

"So, what you're saying is that our big Daddy has ruined yet another room just by getting a little horny..." Vee chuckled when I finished telling what had happened in the hospital, curled up on my stomach, her head resting on my tits, using them as a big squishy pillow like she liked to do every now and then. "I want to meet that doctor, she sounds fun." While her head rested comfily on my chest, her hands didn't, fingers circling around my areolae, teasing and prodding to make the smallest of squirts dribble from my nipples so that she could lap it up. I sighed, clearly she had focused too much on my tits and the juicy parts of the story rather than the more important details.

"I'm saying that I really did a number this time, I went too far." I had been sitting on the couch in Jake's apartment for the past hour, a quiet place to retreat that wasn't in my dorm now that the twin's own was utterly ruined and undergoing renovations. Speaking of the twins, they were out of a place to call home for a little while and that made them seek solace in the very place I was in. I looked over the curve of Vee's body and the fat bulge that was on my crotch where one lizard was, cleaning my balls from all the sweat and pre that was left and further beyond, kneeling on the carpet, huffing and puffing, was the other lizard sitting together with an equally panting raven. "I might consider holding back next time Mina comes around."

It was as if I had just spit in their faces: everyone stopped what they were doing to look at me with the most shocked of expression, begging me not to do it, screaming on the inside that they'd prefer to die before I skipped on a good time again. I had to sigh again, shoving Vee's face on my left tit, letting her catch my nipple and start sucking like a good snake. I wiggled my toes, getting the sluts' attention. Before long, hell, barely two seconds later, Lan and Dan were pressing their noses against them once again, licking, huffing the smell, one hand occasionally darting to their nethers, either stroking or plunging fingers inside wet slits. It had technically started as a massage but of course things were never that simple and before I knew it, both of them were licking my feet, breathing heavily as they sniffed and begged for more in silent moans. Cyril threw himself on my balls when he saw that the rest of me was taken and that my cock wasn't going to rise anytime soon, though he didn't really complain about that. His snout was quickly shoved under the massive watermelons that were my nuts, his breath tickling my skin ever so slightly as he grew hard and dripped pre all over the floor.

"How long till the lotions wears off?" Jake entered the living room with a tray full of glasses and snacks, but that wasn't what drew my attention: in the time he had spent making them, he had somehow found a few minutes to get dressed and boy was he dressed well. "Do you really not feel anything at all?"

He was practically nude, no underwear and no pants as I liked, as the rest of my harem were, though he had spiced things up by putting on a cute, flowery apron. The silky cloth was doing nothing to hide his erections, fat and dripping pre through the special hole made in the fabric, throbbing eagerly. I licked my lips at the juicy sight, he blushed faintly, now used to being my very own personal cosplayer and effeminate toy. His cocks bobbed lewdly as he walked and put down the tray on the coffee table, bending in an exaggerated fashion so that his ass would stand out more, tail hiked up so much I could see his tailhole twitch and beckon me to give him a good pounding. He had a pretty puffy donut even before I had come around, but at this point he was way past that, so fat and soft I could just lose myself in it, licking and tasting myself on his flesh. I grunted but that was it. The cream was made to inhibit my ability to get an erection and it was working way too perfectly: it had been two and a half hours since I was discharged from the hospital and not even a twitch had been felt down there. And I had been almost tempted to get some for myself to avoid popping boners in class or on the streets. It was unnerving how effective it was.

"I don't know, maybe a couple more hours and no, I feel when Cyril touches me or when he started licking but that's it, it doesn't go farther than feeling him on me. It's very weird." The groan of dissatisfaction rang in the entire apartment, backed up by the sounds of five needy sluts that really wanted their share of cock. "I'm sorry, I'll make it up later." That did something to abate their sadness, letting them go back to their personal heavens of musk, sweat, milk and pre. At least it was a fun experience, to be able to get teased so much and be utterly unable to get any of them under me, to make them scream and beg for more. "Now I have to think where to start to find a job..."

"I could try to find a place for you in my office." Jake sat next to me, his perky ass a mere foot from my cock, so close and yet so far.

"Do you have the money to afford another employee?" He looked at me for a second and then looked away. "It's fine dear, I appreciate the effort. Come here." He obeyed and let me give him a kiss on his snout, his cocks throbbing happily as I rubbed my forehead against his. "And no, I don't want loans from any of you. I'm your Daddy for fuck's sake, I'm supposed to provide for you and yet I'm the only one without a job." It was frustrating how much I relied on them or on my own parents.

"It's fine, you provide us with something far more valuable." Jake's incredibly soft hands stroked my cock in an attempt to rouse it, but he settled for some idle touches when he realized not even that would help his cause. To be honest I couldn't even do that at the moment and if I wasn't proud, I'd feel bad for merely being able to be a giant dick with a dragon attached to it. "You look troubled."

"I am." Jake joined Vee on my chest, sharing the little space that there was, his erections rubbing nicely against my scales, poking the underside of my breasts. "It's just... I didn't want it to end that way, you know? I had so much fun and now Mina is in the hospital resting because I fucked her too hard." It was almost comical. "And I dodged a lawsuit by a hair's breadth just because my own parents saw fit that they took an insurance to fight against my libido." I stroked my two lovelies' heads, making them hiss in pleasure. "I'm just a big dumb hornball that causes too much damage."

"That's not true, you're also one of the best students in our course and we're talking about a major in engineering Nyla." I rolled my eyes: she was one spot ahead of me as far as grades went. "Oh, don't get me that attitude! You fucked your sister into a blimp, flooded an entire building in spunk and just got a little dehydrated, that's already incredible but you got a scholarship and I didn't, there must have been a reason for it, and if it's not you being smart as hell I don't know what is..." Vee puffed her cheeks in anger.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I know how much you care for me, I want to be able to pay you back in full one day." I kissed her, making sure she'd lose that ugly frown.

"W-well... in the meantime... since you can't, you know, get hard..." From the sides a meek little voice popped out, Cyril fidgeting with his hands while trying not to look at me directly. "I could... use the other part..."

"Oh my, does little Cyril want to fuck Daddy in the ass?" Vee giggled, forcing a big blush on her harem mate's scales. "Wait... oh, oh damn... Daddy, he wants to screw you like a woman..."

"Does he now?" I cocked my eye at him and got a huge fuckoff blush that threatened to set his entire face on fire. Despite it, he was more than rock hard, he was throbbing so much I could see the veins on his cock pump and strain, small rivers of precum running on the underside of that tasty, leaky shaft. I bit my lip. "Are you saying that just because you know I can't get hard or because you miss fucking me like our first time?" I got no answer other than a squirt of pre. "Alright, it's been a good two weeks since I let you do that, I might as well let you be the man in this apartment, since I seem to have surrounded me with little sluts who just want to be filled."

"Hey! It's not our fault you ruined us! I was fine with being on top every once I a while, you know?" Jake pretended to be angry, crossing his arms. "But then again, I do prefer to be under you, Daddy. All day every day."

"That's all nice and well but you have to get up, I need to let our handsome man get his share of pussy." Vee and Jake got down, leaving with an immense regret but equally interested in what was going to happen in a few seconds. I bent over, raising my ass on the couch, spreading my legs wide enough for my balls to get some room, not that it would do much because even like this, tailed hiked high, they took so much space they rested on the cushions and still found a way to spill around my thigs. I heard the collective of hungry eyes gasp and moan. Oh, how I wanted to have them clutter around my ass and eat me out... the alternative was just as juicy though. "Come on, get me." Cyril didn't waste much time and before I could realize or shake my ass any more, I felt a wet tongue and an open muzzle bury themselves in between my cheeks. "Eager... so, so eager, aren't we?"

I heard and felt the moan run through my body, giving me shivers as his hands dug into my ass and squeezed tightly. He lapped, licked and shoved his tongue as deep as he could get it inside my vent, exploring, teasing, doing his best to make me feel like a proper woman. His breath washed on the most sensitive scales on my body, his licks leaving behind hot saliva and circling around the entrance to the only moderately feminine thing other than my tits that I had. He scraped and pushed a single, lone digit into me that still managed to make my knees wobble. Was he that good or was I that easy a catch when it came to my female side? Relentless, he licked and licked and pushed his tongue deeper, seemingly without end, hitting all the right spots that made me shiver and moan like I made him moan when it was my turn. I felt something build up inside me, something that so rarely had the chance to bubble from the endless tide of spunk and musk, a fruity scent that I knew had a different effect on me and on the others. Cyril kept going, not stopping for one second as my climax built in strength, two fingers now invading my vent, fighting against my muscles that just didn't want to respond to my commands. And when I was almost there, so close, so incredibly close to the release I craved, to which I was brought fast and among spasms, he pulled out. I growled at him, but, exactly like our first time, he spanked me, leaving my ass rippling in the wake of the impact and me breathless. One part of me wanted to berate at him, one part wanted him to apologize and one part wanted to feel like that again and as Cyril lifted his arm high again and hit my ass once more, that last part won. I let him spank me, I let him tease me, I let him curl his fingers inside my vent over and over, bringing me close to that climax several times and never allowed to hit it. He left me spasming on the couch, resting on my tits as rivers of milk spilled from them and my balls were bathed in fluids of another kind. It was only when I decided to resort to begging him for that sweet release that I felt his cock spear me and push my vent apart, stealing my breath. I was there, helpless for once, feeling how it was not to be in charge, being stared at by others, bred and fucked like any normal woman by a relatively normal man. I closed my eyes and let him truly go to town with me, trying to control my muscles to squeeze him properly and feel every inch of cock pounding me into the couch. His hips met mine harder and harder, the slick, wet, lewd sounds of scales on scales, of his crotch meeting my vent, of his balls slapping against mine, letting him feel that one bit of raw maleness he couldn't forget even as I let him mount me. He'd never be as big as I was and I liked it, he was a regular man with a slightly bigger than average dick but that could fuck like a hyper, faster, faster and faster still, his hips a blur, the slaps of his thrusts making my scales ripple and my moans grow louder. I felt his pre fill me up bit by bit, helping him in his task, until I felt something denser, better, start to pool within me and spill around his cock, dripping on my balls. He didn't stop, like a true breeder he kept fucking me as he came, bringing me to a crashing halt as I reached my own orgasm and clamped down on him so hard he had to stop and let himself cum freely into my vent, painting my insides white. I felt every twitch, every spasm of his shaft and every pump of his cute little balls against mine, the pints of seed swirling so close to my most sacred place. I came again, making him wince in pain for but a moment before my muscles gave in and stopped working.

He fell on my back, panting, his cock now softening. The river of spunk flowing from my stretched vent was immediately cleaned by a host of hungry tongues, cluttering around my backside, Lan at the foremost, slurping wads of the stuff with a look of hunger and need. I hadn't fucked her in a couple of days, maybe she was getting some form of withdrawal.

"Look at her... she's a lightweight. Just two orgasms and she's done..." I heard Jake chuckle and smile at me. "So cute."

"Well sorry... I am more sensitive over there." I pouted a little, I have to admit. "You never want to fuck me like that so it's not like I get much action."

"So would you like me to make you scream like you do with me? Make you feel even better?" I looked at him and at his still throbbing, eager, unattended cocks. It made me wonder how they'd feel scraping my insides... "Just say it and I'll make sure to make you cum a dozen times before I even shoot my first load..." Fuck... I really wanted to feel that. "But now you look tired, let's get you something nice to drink and watch a movie." He kissed my forehead like I was a kid that had played too much at the playground with her friends and I didn't mind that too much, it was nice.

As we watched bad flicks and worse sci-fi movies, all cuddled up on or around me, I experienced a side of this life that wasn't constantly centred around me having a huge dick enough cum to fill pools and buildings. I was surrounded by people that loved me, that wanted me to stick around not just for sex, that wanted to watch movies, laugh, make jokes, people that appreciated me for more than just what I packed. Granted, it was what drew them to me and it had grown to be a lot of my personality but there was something that kept them other than mere sex. One by one they had been roped in with the promise of excessive, messy and unending sex and stayed for the company and the pleasure of sharing something intimate with so many people all at once. I saw Cyril and Vee cuddling, Dan helping Lan with some minor math problems, I saw Jake quietly work on his business from the sides. These people were all different and all saw something in each other and me to warrant their permanence.

As the worry of not being enough for them vanished and I accepted their love stemmed from more than an addiction to my musk and dick size, I began to browse job offers, skimming all the things that had nothing to do with my degree or that required way too much effort for little pay, which was ninety percent of the offers on the market. I had almost given up for the day when I received an email, not spam and not a virus at first glance: it was just a screenshot of an ad from one of the most infamous strip clubs in the city, not one I knew personally but that Jake had bragged about going to and roping in big hunks on an almost regular basis. For a moment I was shocked someone would send me that, then I saw the requirement for hiring that the place needed and a smile crept on my face, growing larger only at the sight of the pay they offered. I started making plans, then I realized that the interviews were today and were about to close, only an hour and a half. The problem of course was that it'd take me forty five minutes just to get there and that was without considering the incredible streak of ten minute long delays that had been going around the bus system for the past two months for some reason.

I shot up on my feet, alarming the entire apartment as I started grabbing clothes and keys and wallet and all the other stuff. Being so late put a lot of pressure on me and I rushed after the first bus that I saw, running in the streets like a maniac, leaving behind a rather confused harem and quite a lot of annoyed pedestrians. It was only when I swiped my card, sat down and looked at the time that I realized that I had just put on pants and shirt, nothing else. Through the fabric of my pants everyone could see the outline of my cock, pushed out by the girls and my nipples poking from the far too stretched comfy shirt I chose to wear because I had spent hours in an apartment chock full of horny people. I thanked the gods above for the lotion still being in effect because as the people came and went on the bus, standing, sitting, moving about, as they noticed me, the poorly dressed, hyper-endowed herm, they couldn't help but stare and ogle. I saw boners pop and people lick their lips, smiling at me as I gave them the show of the year for free. However, that was the least of my concerns, walking around semi-naked was a problem of the past: I lost count of the times I came in class without a bra or panties, I forgot how many times Mina or the others sent me spicy messages and the relative amount of pants ripped, torn or stained with gouts of precum right in the middle of a lecture. I forgot the time I went to the gym and all the blood pumping through my veins made me grow hard, stretching pants so that the host of muscles hunks and girls had a little of entertainment while they lifted their weights, not to mention when I ran on the treadmill. I leaned back, used to the staring and whistling, too busy staring at the time tick by to flirt back with all the curious people wanting to touch or feel, leaning a little too close to be proper to sniff at the air of sex and spunk I carried around. The more I went on buses, the more this scene was commonplace and almost boring these days, like a writer rehashing the same trite lines to fill in gaps in a story full of them.

When I approached the club at long last, there was no queue to put myself in and no signs of where to go for said interview. I went in and tapped one of the few members of staff that were working so 'early' in the day. The crocodile I had bothered huffed and grunted as his eyes met mine and then noticed the rest of me a moment later. On his face appeared a big toothy smile, his arms curling to point at an anonymous door to the side, not a word said but clearly an indication of where I had to go. There was some other staff loitering around at this time, cleaning after the few patrons or preparing for the incoming onslaught as night drew close and the instant they noticed me, I saw smiles, grins and chuckles form here and there. The little door on the far side of the club opened and a couple of foxes came out, chatting with energy. The two were more modestly dressed than me, proper shirts and proper pants and all, but even that failed to hide their own, sizeable, juicy, bouncing assets both upstairs and downstairs.

The ad required herms, and not just any herm, but the biggest of us, the girls now staring down at me were well into that category: their tits were ripe, full D cups that would make any woman proud, their bodies shapely, fit, pleasing to the eyes, leading the observers to their other gifts in the form of round butts and foot-long dicks barely hidden in their pants. The thick tubes of flesh bulged their crotches, hiding partially the fat balls that came with them, each of the pair probably ten inches around. They were beautiful and I would have loved to chat but the moment they saw me, really saw me, their smiles poofed and they dejectedly walked out of the club, cheered on by the staff as they did. I opened the door and walked in, immediately welcomed by a pleasing, dense, musky stench that was the amalgamation of god knows how many virile individuals, dozens of scents, dozens of different brands of musk and sweat, all cramped in a place that was far too small. Ten pair of eyes landed on me the moment I closed the door and made myself fully known to the other candidates for the job. Around me there were herms of all sizes and shapes and species: one short-stack black heron sporting a neat business suit that was clearly made to highlight her tits and ass, supporting her junk nicely; one wolf female in a casual attire, cocking her ample hips to the side while she played with her bra, trying to make breasts too big fit into an EE cup with the only result of making the bottom row of her double set slip out of their DD bra; a tall, imposing cow that was taller than me by half a foot sitting on a reinforced chair, her legs trying to squeeze over an udder that was bigger than the previously mentioned wolfess' tits combined, barely able to make the specially tailored shirt cover the finger-thick nubs of her teats to any acceptable degree while also fighting with a nice set of balls hiding beneath them. There were others who belonged to many sides of the spectrum but that, after looking at the new arrival, sighed, shook their heads and willingly walked out in a dejected column. I heard the staff from behind the door offer free drinks on the house before I was shut off from the world again.

Someone laughed and drew my attention to the one and only desk in the room where a normal, boring, old-school human sat, glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose, dressed all nice and formal. At this point there were only five people left, including me, the three other herms I mentioned and a rather cute, rather short, ultra-bottom-heavy mouse whose hips and ass made mine feel small.

"Well, thanks to our latest arrival it seems the selection was done by the very same candidates I was supposed to choose from!" The human laughed, clapping his hands, amused by it all. He stood up and extended a hand towards me, which I hurried to shake. As I did, I noticed that the little five foot two mouse I was standing against was not what I expected: no tits and no huge package to go with the huge hips, no heavy breeder stench wafting from him but a faint, devilishly alluring fragrance that beckoned me to slam the little thing against a wall. "Yes, Cael here is a herm but on the other side of the spectrum." The examiner chuckled and Cael nodded. "But you, oh, you made my job so much easier! I have to thank you... what's your name?"

"Nyla."

"And that would be a Miss, Mister, Mrs..." He fumbled with the pen and scribbled my name on a piece of paper.

"Ehm, Miss." A tick was made on the corresponding box.

"You never know, I met my fair share of herms but that identified as males or females and legally changed their sex. We don't want to discriminate here. All junk is accepted regardless of what you feel, after all, patrons come for the eye-candy." He winked.

"Oh, you might want to hit that 'hyper' box next to it."

"Right, right." Box was ticked. "I hope you'll be comfortable working with a few of your calibre since all these wonderful people share the same condition." I once again gave a look at the other herms in the room and, true enough, at a second glance, they were far above anything remotely normal or conventional. "A herm is a thing, there's a lot of you around, a big herm is a little more rare and warrants my immediate attention, a hyper is quite the rarity and will definitely make the cut in this business... a hyper herm... well..." The smile grew even larger. "You're so rare it's going to be amazing seeing you five in our staff. Never quite had this amazing line-up in the entire time I have been in the business." There was a little cheer from the other side of the door. "Pardon them, they like to listen. So, since you're already dressed could you start tonight?" He looked back at me.

"I'm not... I just went out of my friend's apartment in a hurry to get here, this is just something I had laying around." I was a bit ashamed of that but he waved his hand around like it wasn't something to be worried about.

"In that case it's even better, I thought you had an outfit ready. Are you used to uniforms on the workplace? Would you prefer to stay like this?"

"It's my first job actually." Again I was the centre of the room.

"Holy mother of mercy... you're a virgin?" I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted me. "I mean, a virgin in the sector? Never done any gigs in any club, at all? Like... you're just some random sex bomb that waltzed in my club?" I nodded, fearing the worst. The man threw his hands in the air, fist tightened. "Fucking... amazing! Gods, I am the luckiest man in the city! Oooh wait until the other owners hear about this, they'll go mad hearing I got the juiciest slice of the cake before them! Suck on that Jamie!" Wait, Jamie? As in, Jamie the owner of the club I went to when Vee wasn't there? That Jamie?

"Oh, he knows me already, I went to his place once and it didn't end up so nice for him. Kind of flooded half the backrooms after he tried to hit on me and the bailed when he saw I had a dick bigger than his leg." I may have blushed a little when the man started wheezing, clutching his sides as he laughed his ass off the chair and onto the ground. It took a while for him to get any bearing and by that time, the noise outside was calming down as well and the other herms in the room stopped chuckling or staring at me.

"Gods... you're a goldmine... truly. I'll make sure to hog you all for myself and make sure to flaunt you to the entire city, the pay will be proportional of course. Starting tonight you'll be paid five hundred dollars minimum per night plus tips and any customer that you drag into the VIP rooms for your own deals, although I'll take a cut out of that for usage of said rooms on the job." He started scribbling on the piece of paper and then signed it, handing it to me. The job was for me to come every other day at this time for the duration of the contract, my tasks for every day would be decided on the spot every time until I found a place. I checked on it for any weird bits, added my own signature and then handed it back. "As for you lot, since you're professionals with great resumes I assume you'd like to start at a conventional seven hundred plus tips plus VIPs, is that ok?" They all nodded. I frowned. "Honey, you might be The Bomb but you're not experienced and it's your first night working in this sector, as much as I'd like to give you, I need to take note of the big fucking hole in your experience. You'll be paid as any other human employee of mine until you get on the right track. It's a matter of a couple of months and then I'll give you a nice raise." That was... fair, once I thought about it. I was surrounded by people who were less impressive than me but had insights on the job and knew what they were doing. I'd have to learn some skills and prove myself before anything else. "So, job starts in a couple of hours, changing room is in the back, for uniforms ask Giselle and let her whip something up for you, then get ready for showtime."

The others signed their contracts, all of us were hired for a minimum of six months with a couple of weeks of probation, then after that time, we could ask for another contract, a different position in the club or go away. Pay was so good because, as I imagined, the place was one of the best clubs in a city with five million souls eager to dump some money into a good time and the owner was famous for being generous. The moment he stood up and gently pushed the crowd of curious staff members out of the way, I saw what else was particular about the man. Humans weren't well-known for having incredible assets, their rate of herm births and hypers was so low they might as well have been a statistical anomaly rather than a small chunk of their population, and the man fell into the latter category to some degree. Much like Stephanie before I met her or like any other rather hung person I knew, Xander was outrageously gifted, his own cock and balls stretching the fancy pants he had apart quite a bit. If I had to say, he was around a foot soft, thick as his own wrist and paired with a nice, ripe pair of balls stuffed into clothes one size too small. I was shown the backroom along with the rest of the new hires and my personal locker before a doe with somewhat heavy makeup and little in the way of clothes aside from tape on her nipples and a pitiful band-aid-looking-thing covering her muff.

"Alright people, get undressed so I can start making some sense of how much I have to work to make your uniforms. We have only three hours till the proper start of the night shift and I really need my smoke break before that, got it? You people are on with the late afternoon turn since you're already here, then you will proceed into the evening patching holes for the ones not present and bolster some of the numbers of the staff. Good, now, line up, get your junk out and try not to pop a boner when you see your colleagues' dicks swinging about." Giselle clapped her hands and then we all started to tug and pull at pants and shirts. It was good that I came 'prepared' and took me only half a minute of playing around with my clothes to get naked. Felt weird. Since there seemed to be some free time I decided to help the mouse boi get over the immense curve of his ass and got a nice, dense breath of his scent and a full view of his cunt. "This is some quality material right here." I wasn't sure whether she was hinting at my balls, the mouse's hips, the wolfess' double rack of person-smothering tits, the even more gigantic udder that the cow was attempting to undress or the elegant shape of the heron. Frankly, it was impossible to tell, maybe it was all of us. "So, you'll be the main attraction for the coming months, tend to customers, greet them, have them get their seats, the usual stuff." The professionals nodded. "You, what's your name?" She pointed at the cow who was at last pulling the special shirt from her udder, teat by teat.

"Denise."

"Denise, you won't be able to do any dancing else you'll knock someone out, you'll be serving tables together with mousey boy and big balls over there. Names please." She snapped her fingers at me and at Cael.

"Nyla."

"I'm Cael, with a C."

"Fine. You three will be our waitresses as I just said so do the usual, sway your hips, bend over, bump into people, make them hard and interested, make them come back." I guess Cael didn't really need a lot in the swaying of hips department. Would he even fit between the tables? "The two of you, you've got the rack to be on the pole, that ok?" The two shrugged and nodded. "Cool, now let's get you all dressed up."

We were presented with attires that would have made most people blush and hide at the mere thought of putting them on, but that in this line of work, with the kinds of bodies we had, with the kind of life we've led, it was barely out there. It was a series of straps, leather things and some stuff I didn't even know could go on a person that the gazelle had to sweat a little to put on us. The wolfess', called Floria, had to be modified, adding extra parts on her top to fit and highlight her twin sets, now lewdly pushed up and around, making them look a tad bigger, somehow, and not letting them sag. Cael's had to be enlarged at the bottom so that he could walk and let his ass wiggle to some degree, making even us drool at the sight of such plushness all squeezed in there. Mina would be jealous. Denise was a whole other beast to tackle: not only she had big tits on top, she had even bigger ones below, well, one giant udder with four teats the size of two fingers put together. She was under the hammer for half an hour as Giselle cut, sewed and rearranged, fusing two outfits together. The result was stunning, in the way that the cow's massive udder was perfectly framed, extra leather binding her teats and letting her balls be visible from below that mass of milky goodness. Then she had to stop to get milked and the club owner provided immediately, delivering a deluxe machine he had bought for one of his stars a year back when he (oh the curiosity) still worked there. Since it was there and it had more than four cups, I decided to join in and let my girls have a little break while I was being outfitted.

"So I hear you're the one that made Jamie's club stink of sex for a week straight." I nodded. "You have no idea how grateful we are for that. You see, he's the newcomer among the business owners, bought that property dirt cheap and set up a fancy club with his mother's money. He steals customers from us constantly with his Topless Tuesdays and the offers he makes to some of the most popular dancers in the city. When you wrecked the place we got all his customers and made some serious cash." It didn't feel as if she was all that grateful, considering how tight he was binding my balls. "By the way, you've got the heaviest sack I have ever seen. It's like there's an entire person in there."

"Try several hundred gallons of spunk." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Ah, you hypers, always making sure laws of physics go fuck themselves. Guess that's why your dicks are the biggest, eh?" Giselle snickered as if she was being funny. "How big are you anyways? This monster is like two feet soft and thicker than my arm..." She played with my dick, touching, squeezing and making me glad I was still under the lotion's effect another time.

"Uh, it's four and a half feet." There was a little pause as that little bit settled in, followed by a couple of whistles and then the usual work resumed with no real change. "Balls are two feet around each and they get bigger."

"Sounds about right for a dragon herm." Denise interjected, getting up to let herself get used to the contraption, walking around with her udder firmly lodged in front. "I knew a guy back in my hometown that was four feet and boy did he look hot when he sucked himself..." I heard a collective moan from the herm team and a fair few cocks twitching. "But he was such a hair trigger he went around with a half-chub most of the time. Your control over your dick is amazing." She said that as she started to slide big fat belts over it, one and then two, almost like kinkier cock-rings but somehow more stretchy and resilient. One and then two and then three, as if she wanted to secure me into the state I was in. No doubt any erection would have been rather hard to achieve with such measures in place.

"Oh, I'm actually the same, I just went to the hospital to get checked and the doctors had to use some lotion to fix me up for the time I was there." Just don't tell them it was for dehydration because I flooded an apartment. "It's not numb but I can't get hard."

"Good, dragons tend to get all drippy when people look or touch too much and this is your first night, you'll get a whole lot of groping and squeezing the whole time."

"Aren't there rules not to touch the staff?"

"Yes, but that's regular staff, they're eye candy while you, hot stuff, you're the juicy steak they can eat." Giselle put her lithe finger in between my chest, the digit sinking all the way down. There was a momentary increase in the milk flow through the tubes. "That's why you're practically naked and all the nice bits are in full view. Then again, people like when the staff get boners or get wet, it makes them all the more willing to fork a few hundred bucks for a special session if they like what they see."

"Why's that though? Last I heard, nude bars weren't exactly legal." I got a couple of annoyed groans as answer for my utter ignorance.

"Yes and no hot stuff... it's complicated." Cael sat in front of me, his bubbly ass wobbling for a moment after it hit the chair, squished by the metal frame so bit and plush it was. "For your sake it's easier to just forget it, you won't get arrested or in trouble in this place. I hear Xander has friends really high up and no politician with a working brain, which is a lot to say these days, won't try to make him close down." He winked. "This place capitalizes on the flesh factor as I like to call it. Young people get a rush from being so close to real naked people for the price of a drink that the internet can't give. Hence, groping is allowed to an extent."

"But if you want people to bury their faces in your nuts and let them go to town, do it in the private lounges or else you'll set up a chair reaction that will turn the entire place in a brothel and then we'll have trouble for real." Xander popped out of nowhere and put his hands on my back, scaring me a little. "Shift starts soon my pretties, get ready to get out and start raking in customers!" At those words I felt my heart speed up, a lot. I wasn't ready. Denise and the others saw this, smiling a little at my plea.

"Relax, it'll be fine. People just watch most of the time, they're too nervous. Act confident, shake your ass a little, casually make their heads disappear in your tits, that kind of stuff will get you quit the haul." Denise grabbed her udder and gave it a shake. "Last place I worked at I got people to pay a hundred bucks to suck on these for a minute. Made a thousand a night for nearly two weeks." I wondered whether Xander would tell her it wasn't allowed but he just gave her a thumbs up. Guess it was allowed. I took off the cups on my tits and gave them a feel and, of course, they were still a little too full, milk squirting here and there with the lightest of gropes. "You've got all the assets people want as far as I can tell, if you play your cards right you will be the most popular staff member in a jiffy." I felt her hooved hand slam against my back, her entire weight and height behind the hit. I thanked Dylan's training and constant attacks in the same way for being able to stand my ground and not cave in. "Come on, let's get working. I've been aching for a good night of groping and horny lads looking at my ass. My husband is far too busy with our child to care for an old cow like me." I was left rather shocked as she went out wondering whether she'd also be able to score a lay before going home.

I had little time to make myself amused by the sheer casualness that she had when talking about cheating on her husband with a child at home, unless her man had a fetish or just didn't care as long as she was happy and took home some cash. I got myself all cleaned up in the bathroom and stared myself in the mirror. Confidence huh? Well, I wasn't too unfamiliar with the concept. They wanted to look? I'd let them look? They wanted to touch and cop a feel? I'd let them squeeze and grope all night. They wanted to suck on my tits? Please do. Nyla, you're a machine made for sex and causing boners on a nationwide scale, go there and own it!

The bar was empty when I went out. There were a few people moving around, a dozen patrons in total, one dancer kind of shaking his ass on stage. I looked at the time and, well, it was very early for a place like this to have any serious business going on. But there was still stuff to do and so I went to the counter of the bar. I got some pretty nice stares as I passed by the few customers, hell, even from the staff and I couldn't blame them: I saw myself in one of the mirrors sitting behind one of the empty booths and by the gods I was looking good. Everything was out there, pushed, squeezed and framed by glossy black leather in ways even Mina would love and fawn over. My cock swung in front, sitting snugly on my balls, both restrained by locks and belts, my tits seemed to be bolted to my chest, barely swaying as milk dripped down still from the milking session from earlier.

"Eh, miss..." My attention was caught by someone sitting with a group of four at a table snapping their hands towards me. The cat that got it seemed to be catching on fire just from the mere act of me walking closer to him and his snickering friends.

"Yes dear?" I saw the tabby cat's fur stand on end as I stopped and bent down, pressing my tits on the table with my ass and balls directed in his friends' faces, tail raised up nicely. I heard gulps and uncomfortable shifting in seats as I waited for an answer. "Want me to get you something from the bar or do you want to drink milk from the tap?"

"T-t-tap?" I smiled and gave my tits a squeeze, milk dripping on my scales and on my chest only to end up on my balls. "Uuuuhhhh." The kitty short-circuited completely. "N-n-no thanks... I'm f-f-f-fine without the ta-tap." My god he was cute as fuck! Stuttering, trying not to look at my tits and ultimately ending up to look at my shaft and bouncing back up in a loop that made him blush even more with every cycle. "I, uh, wanted to ask to touch your... a-a-ass..."

"Well, if that is what you want." I flashed him a smile and turned around, almost shoving the avalanche that was my bottom in his face. I felt his hesitation in the air so thick it was but after a good ten seconds spent staring at my cheeks I felt a shaky hand squeeze and sink into a good couple inches of ass. I let him go to town for about thirty seconds and then I stopped. "Satisfied?" He nodded and then I saw a hand extend from the calico cat next to him, clutching an undefined amount of bills in it. "Thanks cuties. I'll be here all evening if you want to cop another feel, maybe at something more... juicy." There was little in the way of responses yet again, which left me free to go and reach the bar after that small delay.

"Well, getting tips already?" The crocodile was now behind the counter, putting bottles in place and handing them to the bartenders every now and then. "You're good, handled those kids pretty well for your first... five minutes of work." He smiled and showed a number of teeth, a few of which shone in a metallic glint under the lights of the club. Did he have fake teeth or something?

"I mean, the little one's friends probably dared him to touch my ass and he was so embarrassed I couldn't resist." The crocodile chuckled. "Plus I like having my ass touched and I got paid for it."

"Yeah, you got paid... fifteen bucks." I grabbed the stack of crumpled bills and counted them. Fifteen bucks on the dollar. "I have learned how to figure out tips over thirty years of business." I cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm fifty years old before you start guessing my age." Hot damn. I gave him another look: he was tall, buff, covered in healthy green scales and a couple of scars. The fake metal teeth shining with the laser lights only gave him a sort of rave-y look. He flexed a bicep that stretched his shirt to the point it almost burst. Hot fucking damn. "Bouncer job keeps me strong but right now the tide's low so I can relax inside. Before long I'll have to get out and start kicking people around. I feel my bones aching already. Name's Gylmore by the way."

"Nyla. Pleasure to meet you." We shook hands. "Gym rookie?" I shrugged. "Good, I like it. I can feel that we're going to be friends already. You're a hot scalie and someone that likes to work out."

"I work out to keep the hamburgers at bay, not because I want to." He chuckled.

"All I see is a shapely lady that could fight me in bed and come out winning." Again, Gylmore flashed me a toothy grin. I smiled back.

"Is that a challenge I hear?"

"No flirting on the job, keep that for your customers." Giselle snapped her fingers and stopped what might as well have been flirting, although I didn't even realize it. "Get back to work you two, the night has just started and we don't want two missing staff members because they're too busy shagging in the bathrooms, ok?" Gylmore just chuckled his way out of the conversation while I got another stern look from the gazelle and then got pushed in the direction of another table.

Things were surprisingly less hard or weird that I thought they'd be: people stared, ogled, drooled and did all the things one could do without outright touching me or the other hyper members of staff, which there were quite a few actually. The owner employed more than a few extra-gifted people and, as the night crept closer and eventually arrived with a bang, I started seeing more and more of us. Outfits just as risqué as mine, if not more, asses, tits, cocks and balls that would have put me to shame a few months ago popped out of nowhere and made me re-evaluate the frequency of birth for hypers among the population once more. That being said, I was being called here and there too often to be worried about that. Dollar bill after dollar bill, the stack lodged on the curve of my ass increased, adding tens and twenties as time went by and people got more drunk and bold, eager to touch, sniff and shove their faces everywhere I allowed them. A badger of significant standing, considering his fancy suit, handed me a hundred and I bent over, letting his snout plunge into the crack of my cheeks, his hot, laboured breath washing over my tailhole and my vent. He huffed with such strength I thought he'd pass out, only to feel his nose bump into my balls over and over, leaving wet marks as his lips hung open and drooled ever so slightly over them. I felt another hundred being slipped into the rings over my cock as the businessman groped my ass, squeezing it around his head for a good minute before he just stopped and slumped on the couch of his little booth, the tent in his pants waning as a big fat stain spread around it. That was definitely a new experience, however, as soon as other patrons saw the state of that man after I passed near, I think a wave of curiosity hit the club because I started getting requests from people from all over the place, sometimes other waiters tapped on my shoulder to get my attention and tell me that there was someone near the dance floor that wanted me to hop by. I moved all over, carrying trays chock full of drinks and snacks, coming close to a few incidents with some very tall and unwieldy glasses, getting my ass squeezed, touched, sniffed and my balls hoisted around by a couple dozen hands of all sizes and shapes. At some point I started getting hot, their touches sending small sparks up my spine and one particularly lucky human lady celebrating her birthday or something got the first shot of pre of the night as she, egged on by her friends, tried to lift my cock and give it a kiss on the tip. Her face was caked in precum within less than a second, her makeup ruined. I prepared for anger or something but nothing happened, or rather, nothing bad as the group started laughing and asking who was next in the game of 'avoid the cumshot'. As fun as that one was, I had to go away, called by the boss himself, now proudly displaying another couple bills of unknown value stashed on the rings around my cock.

"Nyla, I see you're doing great for your first night." He pointed at the dozen random crumpled stacks stuffed here and there without order. "And I hear you're quite the hot topic already, your coworkers are having a hard time getting their fair share in, with you making customers cream their pants within a minute..." The man's eyes shone with a glint that I couldn't quite place, whether it was anger, curiosity, greed or plain old capitalistic tendencies trying to figure out a way to milk me for all I was worth, in more ways than literal. "Expect to start raking up a solid fanbase in the coming months. But that's not what I called you here for, well, not exactly..." He sat more comfortably on his chair. "There's a group of youngsters coming, all of legal age of course, but they are young nonetheless, young and loaded with cash up to Saturn thanks to Mommy and Daddy." This time the glint in his eyes was pure greed and we both knew it. "They are, however, hard to handle and tend to wreck the place, making our profits a little too tight for my liking, always asking for new girls or new guys to 'try out'."

"So you're asking me to get their orders and keep an eye on them?"

"No, that's Gylmore's job, he knows them well after he threw them out of the club and the big daddy came down with a lawsuit on his hands..." Xander shivered. "He'll stay close and make sure they don't go out of their private room and see if you and Denise can handle them."

"Why me? I'm new and there's other girls who can do what I do but better."

"I know the guys that are coming, they like your type a lot."

"My type?" He nodded. "As in...?" There was a long pause.

"You'll find out. They're in VIP room number five." He handed me a card and shooed me out into the club with doubts and a little bit of fear left in me. I had just been handed a job that could, if handled in the wrong way, get me another lawsuit and more than a few headaches even if handled well.

When I stepped into that room I was greeted by loud-er music than on the outside and a number of screaming people that either had just come out of high school or had barely started with college, one of which I even recognised from an article published by my college's private newspaper, decanting the great achievements of the muscular tiger pristine academic record as he enrolled and made a fat donation to the dean. Seeing said tiger chugging expensive beer from one of those tubes, getting it all over his mostly naked chest and over a tank top that was already stained with other types of beer, I felt as if his record might not have been so pristine. My musings were interrupted as a donkey wearing the nicest clothes out of them all lowered the music volume, his eyes glued at me. I stared down at him in exchange: expensive clothes, a few rings on his fingers, piercing on his fuzzy ears and, much to my surprise, a massive bulge threatening to burst out of his pants. On the other side of the big couch, Denise was sitting comfortably, chatting casually as two more freshmen tugged at her teats and milked her.

"Well hello there..." The donkey smiled and put down the remote for the volume on the table next to a yet to be opened bottle of champagne. "Are you also a new girl here? Never seen you around."

"I'm new, yes, started out a few hours ago." His eyes drifted down at my tits, lowering and lowering until he saw my cock, then he lifted an eyebrow and smiled again.

"Well, don't you stand there, sit down." He patted the spot right next to himself so I sat down, everything on me jiggling profusely. I sighed, rubbing my legs and back. "Whoa, you're new alright, never seen any other waiter groan or massage themselves in front of a customer." The others laughed loudly. "You're not just fresh in here though, right?"

"Yeah, first job in the business."

"They set you up real nice huh? All this leather makes you look... sexier." I thanked him as his hands started tracing the contours of my bondage outfit, running over the thick straps and all that stuff, reaching lower and lower until he started playing with the three rings that bound my cock. I saw a glint of lust in his eyes shine like a lighthouse as he touched, felt the heat oozing from my flesh and tried to tug at the tight rings. "I see they also chained your biggest asset pretty good." His lips curled and the bulge at the front of his pants became a little bigger and seemed a little tighter. The young donkey was undoubtedly loaded both in cash and more pleasurable assets. "Do you think you could snap them just by getting hard?" Oh, that idea made me smile as well. Was this what Xander meant when he said this one would like my type... he kept touching and caressing, feeling the weight of my balls with growing interest. His wide nostrils flared even more and I bet something else started flaring just as much inside his pants.

"It depends on how hard you make me, hot stuff..."

"Name's Horace." He licked his lips, his muzzle so close to my cock I could feel the short bristly fur brush ever so slightly against me, his hot breath washing over inches of skin. After so much touching and teasing from the other customers I was really starting to feel pent up, blood returning with a vengeance in that region after more than half a day of utter inactivity. I had to stifle a grunt as a particularly hard grope on the girls below caused a sizeable drop of pre to rush out and bathe the table in sticky precum. "Enchanted..."

"Same." We didn't shake hands but it mattered little at the moment. "So, do you think you could get me hard, Horace? I grow pretty big when there's someone very eager down there..." The donkey huffed, his tongue hanging out just barely, his pants looking tremendously tight as the wet patch of precum of his own spread. The scent of sex was starting to waft in the air, my own dominating theirs with ease despite me being entirely soft.

"Oh, I can imagine, but I won't be the one to help you along... Juan? How about it?" Horace looked at the tiger chugging yet another beer down. "I'll take up that bet you couldn't win the other week."

"Man... really?" The tiger groaned, putting down his bottle. "I thought you'd ask me to go around campus naked or kiss a dude or something, not give some herm a blowjob." Horace cocked an eyebrow and nudged towards me. "Fiiiine, I'll do it but then I won't have you hear about that bet again."

"Pinky promise." The donkey chuckled as he pushed the table away with a foot, leaving all the space in the world in front of me for the tiger to get to work. "Chop chop." He even clapped his hands as his friend got on his knees and grabbed my cock with little enthusiasm.

I leaned back and let him go at his own pace. Juan opened his mouth, delivering a tentative lick with a rough tongue that sent more shivers up my spine, a lick that scraped more than a few drops of pre hanging on my tip. His eyes opened up as the taste spread in his mouth and his next lick was more... proper, let's put it that way. The tiger gripped my cock harder, tighter, his licks longer, drawn out, reaching far and wide, his mouth open whenever another shot of pre raced through my cock and into his waiting gullet. The clear look in his eyes started to fade, his efforts growing more desperate by the minute as he licked, licked and sucked, as his tongue slid under my foreskin, as he pulled it back, pushed his nose against the crown and huffed wildly at the raw stench of sex. The more he licked and squeezed the more I was growing right in his grasp, two and a half feet of soft flesh turning into three, mostly soft, straining the leather rings just a bit. I looked at Horace and saw him fish out his own dick, a monster for his scrawny build, one and a half feet of throbbing horsecock of a dark ebony shade, balls the size of his fist bunched up together each. He was gifted indeed. As he jerked himself off at the sight of his friend sucking on my cock like his life depended on it, the tiger's shaft trapped inside pants one size too short, drooling and staining them. The others, well, the other two were straining their jaws around Denise's fat teats, milk dribbling copiously on their chins, every drink but that creamy stuff forgotten on the table a few feet away. I made to reach for my tits as well, pinching and bathing the tiger's back in white while his face was bathed in cloudy pre. Horace grunted and grabbed my right tit, his lips pulling back, suckling freely. I stifled another moan as the donkey drank and drank, as the tiger sucked and licked, those rough hands lifting one ball at a time, failing to hold them so big they were, squeezing and testing their limits as more and more and more precum bathed his front, making his shirt stick to his skin, fur glued underneath it to bare the muscles of a big hunk.

I relaxed, letting the two do whatever, focusing only on the wonderful sensation of tightness and need that I hadn't felt in hours. I had come to hate it at some points, but the total lack of anything was even more excruciating after so many months of near constant need. The straps started to feel a little too tight, digging into my flesh as my cock grew and expanded, thickening in the paws of the tiger while he made out with the tip, digging his tongue in ever crevice, lapping up every droplet of pre and snorting musk like an addict, going so far as to shove his tongue inside my urethra, scraping the insides of my shaft. I bucked my hips at the sensation, my tip yawning wide around his muzzle, shoving it deep enough for his tongue to get even deeper. I almost screamed, biting my hand as Juan pulled back, his entire face caked in slimy precum, his eyes glazed, his cock softening inside his pants, stomach bulging out with god knows how many gallons of fluids he had drank. I turned my head to see Horace squeezing at the base of his cock, trying desperately to suppress an orgasm he didn't want to have just yet, the tip of his shaft flaring madly, wider than his fist, oozing cloudy pre bordering on actual seed. When Juan pulled back completely, I felt my balls lurch upwards, straining their cage as they swelled to deliver a massive, titanic pump of pre, enough to drench the stud from head to toe in one single blast of sticky goop. Then came a snap and the first of the three rings, the one at the top, broke and fell on the floor in an inch thick puddle of lust of my own making. I turned around and smiled at the flabbergasted donkey still trying to hold back. I guess the sight was too much because I saw his hands lose their grip, his balls tighten as his cock bloated. I turned around, mouth open, latching onto his wide flare, engulfing it as my tits swallowed the rest of his shaft. I felt the throbbing, every inch of it screaming in pleasure as cum raced through his piping into my mouth, down my gullet and into my stomach, one, two, three, ten pumps that could be called worthy of any equine I knew of, dense, tasty, abundant... I massaged his length with tits a dozen times heavier than his balls, forcing him to blow another load while still coming down from the first, making him scream into a pillow as he gave me everything. I admit it wasn't like me, I was the one normally forcing my spunk down someone's throat but, well, a change of pace is always nice and it doesn't mean I lose my dominant status. It took surprisingly little time for him to stop spurting and collapse on his couch, panting, trying to catch a breath in the air so laden with musk I was starting to get affected as well. I pulled back, mouth still full of donkey spunk and kissed the lucky fucker, shoving his load down his own throat. He swallowed and then had the gall to try and wedge his tongue against mine, he lost of course.

"Like the show?"

"Y-yeah..." Horace looked at the broken ring at my feet, covered in pre. "Just one?"

"Well, I'm nowhere near completely hard, so if you want to see the other two, you'd better have someone else work on it because your friend has creamed his pants and seems to be on his way to a good sleep any moment." I pointed at the wobbling tiger attempting to get on his feet and wipe away one too many layers of pre from his expensive shirt. Can't say I didn't like the look of wet fur on a hunk like him.

"My... my place." Horace stood up, softening dick hanging on his front, slowly receding inside his sheath, dribbling what little spunk I hadn't swallowed already. A few drops fell on his pretty shoes and let big splotches. "Now." I turned and looked at Denise who shrugged and resumed her own business, squirting her milk as the two wolves tried to shove their cocks inside her fat nubs. Despite her udder being bred like that, she was calm, collected and looked quite aroused, given the fact that the constant jostling of her milk back rubbed against her own maleness. As Horace dragged me out of the VIP room, we were met with Gylmore typing on his phone.

"Hold on mister Carlisle, where are you going with our new girl?"

"My place." The big reptile looked at me with a confused look. "I'm taking her home."

"She's... still on shift, sir, I don't think the owner will appreciate you..." Horace reached into his pants and slapped on Gylmore's chest the fattest stack of money I had ever seen outside a movie.

"Here, her pay for the night. Now, let's go." He 'dragged' me out, among the stares of many patrons and the amused looks of the staff, Giselle number one among them and then 'shoved' me into a fancy limo. "Get us to the apartment, quickly."

Frankly I was amused to the moon and back by this series of unexpected events, most of all the urgency of the donkey to get me to his place. Before I knew it, he was on his knees as well, his tongue dragging over my flesh, licking up fresh trails of precum as every other spurt flew inside his car, staining leather seats, fancy cocktail holders and everything else, spreading the stench of sex faster and faster. His technique was even sloppier than Juan's, utterly lacking in experience but making it up to some degree by the sheer intensity of his attention, keeping me at least as hard as I was before, but doing little to make me go beyond the half-chub I had now. But I was wrong, oh, so wrong, because at some point he stopped licking my shaft and started shoving his fingers inside my urethra, one and then two, spreading it, finger-fucking it like it was some other woman's cunt and not a massive cock the size of his leg. I curled my toes, feeling quite pleased as he shoved a third finger up to the knuckle, bathing them and his arm in goopy precum, the flow thickening and thickening the more he put in. Even when his entire fist was balled up inside there was just too much pre to be stopped, gushing around him and further flooding the car in musk and the salty stench of sex. We stopped after half an hour, when the car was ankle deep in pre and Horace was soaked from the waist down in precum, sporting another boner through the now see-through pants. We left the car leaking fluids on the sidewalk as I was led into a private elevator and then up to the penthouse of a new building that sported the same surname that Horace had. Before long I was in a bedroom, sitting on a bed that could welcome me and my harem with space to spare, or maybe with a filled Mina in tow. I watched the expensive stuff while Horace undressed and tossed his clothes on the floor with wet splats.

"So, what now?" I waited as he grabbed a big dildo from a box inside the massive walk-in wardrobe, tossing them on the bed one after the other. "My, you're a kinky one..." He answered with a muffled groan. "Are you planning on using those thick toys on me perhaps?" Again, there was only a grunt as he grabbed one of his dildos and started circling its tip against mine. "Oh, that feels nice." Egged on by my comment, I saw his arm start pushing the silicone shaft inside me before I started feeling it, the flexible cock modelled after a canine's pushing deeper and spreading my cock apart. "Mmmh, I missed this feeling..."

"You do this often?" At last, some words. Thank you! Horace looked at me with ever growing interest, his breath laboured and his own shaft achingly hard despite having blown two loads already.

"Not often as I'd like." I winked. "So, is your plan to start loosening me up so that you can shove that big thick drooling cock of yours in at some point?" I saw him blush just when he shoved the knot of his toy beyond my crown and saw it get swallowed before a dense gout of pre shot it out with the same ease as when it had been crammed in. I moaned, leaning back so that I could give my balls some rest and respite, the girls groaning and pressing against the leather as they stretched it, pushing it beyond what they were designed for. The knot of that toy was pretty big but it had done little to me as far as lubing or stretching went. "Is your fetish fucking dicks bigger than yours or is it just me you want to try it on?" I saw him blush but despite it still stand before me, cock throbbing madly, trying to paint mine with webby strings of pre while I doused his entire lower body in gallons of the same stuff. I lifted it in front of me, slowly shoving my hand inside, deeper and deeper, scraping my own inner flesh until I was elbow deep inside myself, my arm slickened with god knowns how much fluids. "Go on then pretty boy, fuck my cock like you'd fuck someone else's ass..." I pulled out with a wet shlorp, letting him see at the massively gaping hole he'd be shoving his meat inside any moment now.

Horace hesitated for a few moments before grabbing his tool with shaky hands and do the same for mine, pushing his fat flare against my tip, gently pushing it in, inch after inch, my pre slowly getting backed up by the size of it. We moaned at the same time for different reason, one feeling the tightness unlike any vent, cunt or ass, while I was aroused by the sensation such a fat plug gave me and the texture of his spongy flesh. I groaned again, all by myself, as I grew harder and harder around him, as if my cock was devouring his own, swallowing inches and then a whole foot in seconds, his flare virtually unmoved but reaching deeper than before until, with one last lewd lurch and a loud snap, my crown was touching his crotch, his entire cock lodged as deep as it could get inside mine, the second band snapped at our feet, broken by the advance of Horace's flare. I was on the bed so the sudden growth didn't make me stumble but Horace wasn't so lucky, forced to grab my shaft for support as his hips pulled back in a momentary lack of footing, forcing his cock to scrape my insides, half a foot at once, followed by a flood of pre around his turgid tool. Oh, fuck me, that was amazing... ssssso much better than any toy I used to shove in there... he was alive, throbbing, squirming and dumping what little of pre he had left, attempting to stand straight and hump by relying on the steel-hard rod that he was lodged in. It was all so magnificently wrong and perfect at the same time. It took him a while before his wobbly legs stabilized and his hips started pumping back and forth. He didn't reach too deep, he wasn't big enough, but he was more than girthy enough to beat any other toy I had, spreading me nice and right all over and even more around his crown, his throbbing flesh quivering inside mine like a vibrator attached to a piston, back and forth, in and out, relentless, constant or erratic, passing from quick thrusts to long, brutal, cunt-breaking pushes. He was good, very good, but the nature of our coupling, the impossibility of it was far beyond what his experience allowed him to tolerate. Horace grunted, his back bent at times to rest his face on the boiling flesh of my cock, his tongue lolling out to lap at the sweat, tasting it, losing himself in the unadulterated, undiluted musk wafting from my nuts. From time to time I could feel his sack slap the underside of my shaft, small grapefruits attempting to unload what they contained, failing and getting filled in return by my own. Ever pump of pre from my sack meant a louder grunt on his part and a few more inches of size added to his swelling, pent up nuts. As the minutes trickled by, as I got to four feet and a half of cock, hosing him down with the sheer amount of pre that escaped the seal of his flare, as my balls started to rip through their cage and the last of the rings around my shaft threatened to snap at any time, Horace's balls were sagging down to his knees, heavy, fattened by gallons of pre, swelled ten times their original size, swaying so much they hindered his thrusts.

The little donkey came, braying as loudly as his tortured lungs allowed him, what force his overly full balls could muster to expel their contents was lost in the unrelenting flow on my part. His eyes ballooned out as, still coming, his seed was pushed back and inside him. I needed more, just a little more, but he was starting to soften and then he'd slip out. I was just as desperate so I grabbed one of the many toys he had, the biggest one, put it on the bed and sat on it, my vent speared by the fat, two-litre-coke bottle equine cock. I screamed and came, my balls swelling in the mad rush that accompanied my releases, all of the seed I had accumulated today suddenly roiling, swirling violently and snapping the leather threads instantly as hundreds of gallons prepared to rush out and at long last grant me the first release of the day. I hugged my own shaft like a person, just as wide and much warmer, throbbing under my tits and under my tongue as I licked, rubbed and bit to give myself just a little more edge before the first second of orgasm. Horace felt it, he felt the rush of seed through me from the vibrations, scrambling to get his dick out of mine but failing as every muscle squeezed in anticipation, clamping down on him like a proper fuck-hole. Then the last ring snapped from the immense force of that single cumshot, sending bits and pieces all over the room with enough strength to hit the ceiling. I saw him brace himself only to brutally lose as the first few gallons were forced down his cock, bloating even more, making it grow around them, widening an already thick shaft. He screamed in yet another reverse orgasm as the flow reached his balls, forcing them to swell even more and for much longer, the fattening sack rapidly filling any room between his legs before the pressure simply pushed him out of my shaft and onto the floor. The blast of cum hit him with the same strength, hammering the tired donkey into the floor, gallon after gallon, by the dozen and then by the hundreds as the seconds passed and the strength didn't wane a bit. My urethra was so painfully widened by his flare it unloaded much more spunk, the flow stronger than ever before, aided by an entire day of pent up stress. I lifted my cock, so heavy, squirming so hard in my arms, and aimed it at the ceiling. As the first spurt started to die down, the second came with a vengeance, stronger than its predecessor, sending what little was left of it careening through the air and onto the expensive paint of the ceiling, scraping it in chunks with sheer violence, a rain or warm, sticky, musky and virile spunk bathing the entire room, spreading the stench of sex faster than even I could imagine. I felt my cock thicken still in my arms, surpassing the reach of my fingers at the widest point, bloated so much by the immense load, the biggest after Mina forced me to go all out, which was insane to think about. The tide of spunk around us only rose as I got up and started painting the room in white, one shot after the other, my nuts screaming in pain and joy, unloading one gallon after the other, the constant, arm-thick stream of tar-thick cum hosing every item ten times over and then some until I started feeling the pool lap at my balls, tickling them in the same warmth, supporting them with its density and still I managed to come some more. At some point I heard the door to this room crack and cave in under the tide, splintering and letting out the two feet-thick pool into the rest of the apartment, caking every piece of furniture in sticky spunk as the owner of the place dragged himself on the bed, utterly covered in seed, panting, rubbing wads of it on his body like a perverse lotion, massaging his swollen nuts as those too emptied with an uninterrupted stream.

Half an hour later, there was nothing in the one thousand square feet apartment that didn't reek of cum or of my balls, the foot deep layer of roiling, sloshing whiteness moving with a will of its own as I rested on the couch, my cock still letting out the last few dozen gallons, flicking through the tv channels. Horace was by my side, silent, looking around us with a worried expression that sometimes broke through the blissful state he was in, his hands still resting on his cock, toying with its new size and heft. I took a look at it as well, wondering if the pills Mina gave me didn't do something much more permanent but discrete than the doctors themselves realized. Maybe it was in my cells now, maybe it was part of me, maybe it was because Mina had taken some before coming and it was still in her and it somehow got to me when we fucked. I didn't know, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. All that mattered was that I needed more.