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A whistle struck the air, reverberating through the gymnasium. "Alright, that's a point." The gruff polar bear stated as he looked over the two males in the padded ring.

Lexan, a salamander, was pressed flat on his back beneath the weight of his competitor. Arms uselessly stuck extended and caught between calf and glute by either leg, his own legs and tail bound up in a powerful purple counterpart. The amphibian panted softly, staring up at his massive opponent. As it was a practice match, he didn't mind going higher than his weight class, but this...

This was Ritan.

The behemoth slowly pressed off the padding with his feet to relieve the pressure on the much smaller male's torso and give him back the use of his arms. With a smirk, the purple beast shifted to put his weight on his knees, grinding his spandex-wrapped scrotum into the salamander's face.

The rest of the wrestlers from Lexan's school stared on in awe. The two colleges hadn't met up in over two months, and in that time Ritan had gone from a crocodile, second to best heavyweight on the team, to the horned beast before them, edging on ultra-heavyweight status and unmistakably a hyper.

The pinned salamander grunted muffledly, trying to use his new freedom with his hands to shove on the much larger male's hips as the weight of the behemoth's nuts ground over his muzzle. He froze; blush coming up as he realized that it wasn't just a pair of orbs... there was the shape of a man inside one of them. Hard to tell what species, but definitely there.

Ritan let his taint grind up along Lexan's nose for a moment, before he finally released the other male's legs with his tail and stood up properly. He postured, slapping his pregnant-like dome of a belly at the other college's wrestlers, before looping back around to his corner.

The ursine coach didn't pay this any mind, gesturing for the salamander to get up. "One more round and we'll switch out n' let some of the other boys have a turn."

Lexan was panting heavily. He nodded at the coach, but his eyes were drawn back to the behemoth's blatant ball-bulge in his singlet.

The purple male's garment was stretched quite a bit to make room for his hyper junk, such that the two straps that were supposed to only go down to partway down the chest were strained down to just beneath his prominent outie of a navel, leaving his muscular chest almost entirely exposed.

Ritan noticed the direction the salamander's gaze was pointed and shifted his hips with a virile growl, to see if the amphibian's eyes followed the move.

Lexan managed to get onto his feet again without looking away... and standing there; his gaze did follow the rock of the balls, blatantly enough to prove the behemoth right.

Turning his head and idly groping the side of his belly, the purple giant grinned toothily. "I'm gon' try out a new pin if that's alright coach."

The polar bear raised a brow and chuckled. "Well, if Lexan's good with you experimenting, go ahead."

The salamander perked at his name being called. He stammered for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Yeah that's fair. Just don't do anything... damaging." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Grinning at this reaction, Ritan slapped both sides of his belly and shook the mass. "Alright, good to go."

When the coach blew his whistle again, Lexan dropped into a wide stance, tail braced against the floor behind him. He brought his arms forward, ready to catch Ritan's mass, as if he were expecting sumo technique after that belly heft.

Ritan closed the distance, standing fully upright. Quickly, he yanked down on the front of his already terribly strained singlet with one thumb and gripped the back of the amphibian's head with the other.

The coach stared, the whistle dropping from his lips as he watched what he'd assumed to be the fully flaccid shaft of his star wrestler surge up and out of the lycra.

The purple head filled Lexan's view, foreskin pulling back to reveal the gaping, hungry slit at its apex. Ritan held the salamander's head in place, grunting as it made impact, wrapped around the blunt amphibian snout already. "I think I'll call this hold the Nut Deposit!"

Lexan was too startled to act, sure that he would have missed the whole thing if he had blinked. In his surprise, he took a sharp breath and accidentally filled his lungs with the behemoth's musk. He shuddered, letting out a moan. Everyone from Ritan's college team could see his own rather average erection bulge out his singlet.

Smirking, the purple powerhouse shoved down until he felt his cock kiss his meaty palm. He removed that hand and the one holding the lycra out of the way, confident his greedy dick could take care of both of those issues. He took a step back as his shaft continued to grow to its full length, then stood up straight, chuckling and flexing his meat mightily.

The salamander's only saving grace was the posture he'd put his arms in at the start. With them spread and forward, the cock couldn't conquer his shoulders on its own. Lexan dug his toes into the mat beneath him, reaching forward blindly with his hands, trying to find the broad faux baby bump to push off of for leverage. But he couldn't reach, not with how long the predatory prick had grown.

In the dark, unable to hear anything but the relentless pounding of Ritan's heart, Lexan could feel his ears popping from the sheer suction. The cock was trying to force his arms down, and his shoulders were straining already to stay in place. Exhaling firmly into the urethra wrapped around his head, the salamander placed his hands on the hooded tip of the cock and started to push, the muscles in his arms swelling with exertion.

Ritan moaned, eyes wide at the increase of suction; one that wasn't caused by the hungry flexes in his dick. Before his eyes the slit of his powerful cock began to spread as inches of the amphibian's neck, glistening with pre, were revealed once more to the gymnasium. The behemoth shuddered, some part of him curious if the smaller wrestler could manage to pull free...

The amphibian, however, was already several rounds with Ritan deep into his day. His strength gave out, his grip on the powerful cock failing. The great suction brought his shoulders forward so firmly that he was nearly pulled off his feet.

Smug smirk returning, the behemoth gathered the now loose, overworked arms to Lexan's sides and shoved the whole torso towards his groin. Ritan bit back a groan as his cock finally overcame the amphibian's delts. The same suction brought the salamander in all the way to his waist, where the purple man's hands were holding on. Recognizing that they didn't need to be pinned anymore, he returned to standing upright, using only his cock to deal with his smaller opponent.

Lexan's legs kicked around weakly as the turgidity of the purple phallus lifted his feet and tail from the padding of the practice mat. He grunted, failing to hold in the moans being pulled from his lungs by the powerful cock, especially as it worked over his hips and the straining bulge in his singlet.

The open-mouthed moan was clearly visible, conformed to by the elastic flesh of the cum channel of Ritan's upright shaft. The rod pulsed proudly, holding itself up with no help at all required from the behemoth attached. The heavyweight posed, hands on his hips as he watched the eyes of all of Lexan's teammates following his shape down the mighty meat stick.

Soon, the salamander's feet slurped out of sight, leaving just a couple feet of tail to be sucked away like a thick noodle. Ritan let out a content sigh, curling his large toes into the mat in pleasure as he felt the writhing form of the smaller male's face pressing into the inner plumbing at the root of his cock. He bit his lip lightly as he focused on the muscles in his pelvic floor. Once he was certain, he clenched and flexed powerfully.

Lexan's tail was suddenly dragged fully into the hungry meatus. His bulge dropped down the shaft rapidly, the motion matching a sudden weight increase in the lycra-wrapped scrotum below.

Relaxing his inner muscles, Ritan pointed with both hands into the air with a whoop, and then slapped both sides of his gut. "Pinned!" His cock was rapidly softening, hanging down out of what should have been the neck of his singlet. He took the deflating meat and stuffed it back into the lycra as he pivoted to walk off the mat.

The polar bear straightened his hat and blew his whistle. "Alright... two more up on the mat. Doesn't have to be matched weight class."

Ritan paused and looked over at the coach. "I'm gonna relieve myself in the showers. Can't let'm out any other way."

The white-furred ursine didn't even look over at him, instead focusing on the tiger and the monkey who had stepped up onto the mat to square off. "Yeah, yeah. Go for it."

The behemoth smirked and strutted past the other college's team, rocking his hips purposefully to make the squirms a bit more noticeable through his sac and the tight singlet. Once he was sure they'd all gotten an eyeful, Ritan continued on to the locker room, his mind now totally off wrestling.

The purple brute casually pushed through the doors and navigated to his locker. With practiced ease, he worked his way out of his singlet, stretching the poor thing to its limits. He hadn't bothered to get a new one since he was just a crocodile, and it was certainly serving him well still. He opened his locker and instead of just tossing the lycra into his bag and heading to the shower, he got his street clothes out.

Ritan had no intention of letting Lexan out any time soon, after all. The salamander had proved his worthiness to join that fox as a ball pet with how close he got to escaping the cock-grab on his own. The additional weight in his scrotum did, however, make his former set of boxer-briefs for hypers a bit too tight. They didn't even have good ball support in the first place.

Finally squeezing himself the rest of the way into his sports coat and sweatpants, the behemoth closed his locker up and pulled out his phone. He walked his way through the locker room to the exit that led out of the building so that his coach wouldn't see him ditching.

He navigated in his phone to his text messages and started typing to his new boyfriend, Cade. 'Hey babe. Meet me at the Priapus' Secret at the mall when you get off work.'

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Entering the shop in question, Ritan looked around. The shop was a boutique lingerie shop for hyper males of all body types. He'd been meaning to come here as the boxer-briefs he got from his old apartment and online weren't cutting it anymore.

A sign up on the ceiling a few rows of gear back from the entrance read 'Testicular Brassieres'.

The behemoth chuckled. Well, support was what he was looking for. He made his way back to that display and found various padded cups of various designs.

Some were hardly padded at all, lacy and clearly made for showing off on special occasions, while others were very utilitarian, meant to hold balls snugly and comfortably. There were even some sports ball bras built into what looked like very large spandex shorts. The tag boasted minimal bouncing when running.

Ritan wasn't sure where to start with all of the choices before him. Some he could clearly wear with underwear he already had, while others would replace it... He looked around for an attendant.

Instead, his attention was drawn to the automatic sliding glass door opening. The apex of a white-furred pregnant belly pressed through into the store, bouncing slightly. It took complete seconds for the femboy the belly was attached to to cross the threshold. The panda had on a snug pink halter top cut just above the start of his dome, holding a purse over one shoulder. His full lips were glossed a dark purple to match a streak in his asymmetrical bob of a hairdo.

Ritan stared, hand clutching onto the padding of a bra he'd been holding when he became distracted. A slight ache sounded out deep inside the behemoth, but he couldn't quite put his thumb on it. It intensified when he gazed at the broad dome of a belly the shorter male sported.

The panda's head tilted slightly and he lowered his sunglasses, revealing he was looking right at Ritan. Pursing his plump lips slightly, he casually walked around a display and headed down the aisle that the behemoth was standing in.

The purple powerhouse stood still, pivoting only to keep facing the approaching femboy. Ritan found that while he was shorter than his own muscular frame, the panda still stood taller than the entire visiting team from the other college had, including the salamander weakly wiggling in his nut.

Positioning his taut dome of a belly to one side, the pseudo-ursine reached out a hand and placed it right on one of Ritan's exposed pecs. His expression was neutral, eyes hidden again behind mirrored lenses. "Hmm." He moved his hand to feel at the behemoth's bicep through his coat.

Ritan was reminded of picky shoppers feeling over tomatoes in the supermarket. "I'm Ritan." He flexed his arm, holding it in a better position to be felt over.

Adjusting his grip to keep feeling, the panda seemed to ignore this information. He reached down to the massive bulge that kept the sweatpants from snugly holding to the behemoth's quads, groping from beneath. With expert ability, he located one testicle, feeling over it.

The fox inside wriggled at the squeeze.

Eyebrows raising slightly, the femboy reached to feel the other as well.

Lexan muffledly groaned, his own squirms regaining energy at feeling someone else outside.

Standing back upright, the panda smirked. "Anpa." He lowered his sunglasses to give Ritan a lustful, half-lidded gaze, before casually strolling right on past him.

Grinning broadly, the behemoth pivoted to allow himself to watch Anpa move, such expert balance with that belly, while still able to make every sway of his broad ass alluring beneath the tiny black tail.

From behind, Ritan could see that the panda wore a snug miniskirt that hugged the curves of his wide hips until just far enough to be considered 'covering' his round ass. From the front, the garment had been entirely hidden from his view by the broad dome in front.

The behemoth watched that ass sway for a few more moments, before he reached out without looking to grab from the biggest end of the top ball bra rack to have something to 'try on'. Ritan felt his shaft pressing against the already taut fabric of his boxer-briefs as the panda booty had the intended effect on him.

Anpa peeked back over his shoulder, shooting the taller male a wink. The panda turned his head back in front of him and continued walking, nub of a tail swaying over the pink fabric drawn taut over his ass. He was clearly headed to the dressing rooms, navigating the displays and aisles of the shop with practiced ease.

Ritan rumbled in his chest and followed along, one hand gripping the oversized bras as the other began doffing his jacket. He worked his muscular arm out of the coat sleeve and passed the undergarment between hands. The top was trailing on the floor at his side by the time he got to the dressing room that Anpa had entered.

Opening the door, the behemoth noticed that the floor was set lower than the rest of the shop and there was a drain at its center. He grinned. A place like this should always be prepared, after all. The next thing he noticed was that Anpa was already stripped out of his clothes, sunglasses pushed up onto his brow as the pink fabric sat hung up beside him.

The panda was standing at the far end of the dressing room, a wise choice considering the size of his bell of a belly. Highlighting just how far it jutted from his hips, Anpa leaned forward until the curve pressed down over the drain. The panda was still mostly upright, in no position to get onto his hands and knees with the rocket cone jutting from his abdomen.

Ritan walked in far enough that the door could close behind him, and then dug his fingers into his sweatpants and briefs' waistbands at the same time. He tugged outward and flexed his pelvic floor. Out swung his cock, half-turgid and already swelling up. It wasn't hard enough to support its own weight yet, so the hyper shaft slapped down onto the top of the panda's waiting dome.

Anpa spared no time reaching out to grasp the hooded cock, pulling its swelling form up to his chest. The panda kissed the pursed up foreskin, before parting his jaws far wider than his pout belied he could. With a greedy pull with his arms, he worked the emerging tip into his mouth. He shoved his head forward, audibly swallowing, and it was clear to the touch that Ritan was already in the femboy's throat.

The purple behemoth was certain that the panda was well-practiced servicing hypers, as well as eating smaller men. Ritan's shaft extended further as it grew, meaning that for the first few moments he was able to stand his ground. It was when length was expended and girth continued to grow that he took a powerful stride forward. He chuffed, ear flicking beside his horn. Well-practiced, indeed.

Ritan walked forward until his sagging sweatpants and boxer-briefs gave up trying to cling to his nuts, allowing them to swing forward as well. The writhing testes bumped right into the apex of the panda's belly, their movements having grown far more active since their captor had grown aroused once more.

The heavy-laden femboy showed no signs of being overwhelmed by the sheer yards of cock stuffed down his throat. His lipstick must have been smudge proof because no matter how much he dragged his full lips along the area of phallic real estate he was bobbing his head over, no marks were left on the cock beneath... or perhaps the colors were too similar to tell.

The muscular monster grasped onto the hangers lining the walls and pushed. He could feel himself getting close to his peak already from the skillful fellatio, and he didn't want to make that belly any bigger. Getting it nice and slick was another thing entirely. With a heavy grunt he pulled himself back, stepping over his discarded sweatpants. It wasn't until his powerful trapezius pressed into the door behind him that he could get the tip of his cock free.

Anpa was experienced enough to know what was coming. He gripped just beneath the exposed glans and pointed the meatus right at his own face. His mouth stayed open, but not nearly as wide as it had been to encompass all that meat. The already pre-dribbling tip was matting down the fur on his chest, but that was nothing compared to what he was prepared for.

Ritan growled gripping another set of hangers tightly as his pelvic floor convulsed. The ridge that hid his urethra on his cock's underside swelled massively with the sheer volume that was being released from his tanks at once. With the slit gaped open at the far end, there was a rushing sound increasing in pitch as it forced more and more air out of the way. The slide finished with a gargantuan gush, which mushroomed out against air resistance into a mass broader than Anpa's whole face.

The wide-hipped panda just barely got his eyes shut before impact, chugging all of the thick seed that forced its way into his open mouth. The rest splattered outward around his head, much of it striking the mirror behind him. Most of the first shot fell and matted down the fur on the femboy's back. He swallowed and let out a moan at the rich flavor and the heat of the pure virility soaking onto him, knowing that was only the beginning.

Nearly tearing the hangers out of the wall, the purple hyper gripped tightly as his cock continued to send heavy, viscous cream all over Anpa's face and head. The sheer weight meant that it was clinging to his pelt as it ran down his body on all sides, where it didn't splatter naturally. Ritan quivered, thinking of a candy being enrobed in a factory, but the conveyor belt refused to move, piling more and more of the white substance over it.

His fantasy of being a white chocolate applicator in a candy factory was interrupted by a sudden pressure in the root of his cock. Ritan's eyes widened as he felt his ball pet's head push up into his cock. The shape of the fox distended the cum channel with far more shape than the rolling pulses of his output. Thinking fast, the behemoth lurched his arm forward and grasped just where the panda had been holding his cock. He dug his fingers into the urethra from the outside, abruptly bringing his flow to a trickle.

Anpa, who had just started rubbing the unctuous seed into his fur with his arms, let out a disappointed groan as the flow abruptly halted. Of course, the panda's eyes were beneath two inches of slow-flowing cum, so he couldn't see the cause even if he'd tried to look.

Shortly after the fox's head had struck the blockade, Ritan felt the salamander wriggling through the pipes, riding the building pressure. The behemoth let out a frustrated groan as the slick amphibian worked his way up, adding his mass to the weight building in his trembling cock. Both smaller males collided, sending a jolt into the wrestler's fingers.

Snarling, the brute flexed his arm and kept his fingers in place, dragging his grip back. Slowly but surely, he worked the fox back down. Because of their positioning this meant that the other college's now recently missing team member was forced backward through the pipes, which thankfully he had not fully been pushed out of.

The panda had nothing to go on except the sounds the behemoth was making. "Are you... okay?" Anpa asked, starting to wipe at his face.

Ritan panted heavily. "Just.... Dealing with a prison break..." The behemoth shuddered as the salamander plopped back into his nut, focusing as best he could as the fox's feet followed into the root of his cock.

"I wouldn't have minded swallowing them down for you." The femboy chuckled, resuming rubbing the seed into his fur.

Once the fox was re-deposited, the muscular hyper carefully spread his legs and pushed his overfull scrotum back between his thighs. He brought his knees back together and let go of the root of his cock. With his powerful glutes in the way, the only thing that came out was his cum.

Anpa gasped as the next shot splattered the wall behind him and trailed back over him, having missed from the sheer built up pressure it blasted out of the tip at. The panda reached blindly for the bucking cock, forcing it to point at his buried face once again. The force of the next shot displaced the whole coat, sending it splattering out to either side with the impact of its replacement's arrival. The pump was so strong that the femboy's feet slipped out from under him and he came crashing down onto his ass, the coating there splatting out from under his hips in all directions.

With his scrotum securely held beneath his muscular rump, Ritan was free to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He leaned back until his horns bumped into the wall above the door, splatter after splatter of seed landing on the prone panda and the wall behind him. As the warmth of afterglow started to settle into his mind, that ache from before returned. He wondered what it was, since he'd gotten off so fully. It wasn't like when his omasum hungered to absorb a man. He hadn't felt that since he was still a crocodile. The pulsing organ in his lower gut was not the source...

The behemoth closed his eyes, and chuckled as he realized. The aching emptiness he was feeling now was how he felt when he wanted to carry his old boyfriend around in his ass! He could parade around, pretending to be pregnant with his broad fuzzy belly. His old boyfriend was into him picking up guys to fuck while he was like that, too...

Ritan stroked over his scaled throbbing dome of a belly thoughtfully as his release finally finished. He let out a low sigh of nostalgia, longing for that feeling... then he opened his eyes. Of course. The reason he'd slathered so much heavy slick cum all over the panda.

Anpa, recognizing that the flood had properly ended this time, started to wipe his face again, using his dainty fingers to scrape and pull. Each palm-full of the heated muck he removed was tossed aside with a flick of the wrist, but it was soon replaced with a sloughing of semen from higher up his head. The panda started wiping at the top of his head instead.

The behemoth, knowing that the femboy would be occupied with that for a while, hugged his cock to his chest and pivoted. He let his sac swing back to the front, flexing the powerful muscles in his tail to pull the heavy appendage up against his back. Ritan crouched down with his legs spread wide, his writhing balls getting squished between his calves. Then, he pushed off the floor, his sweatpants giving him just enough traction with how messy the floor had gotten with the drain covered.

The panda got his face cleared up enough to see just in time to watch a broad purple ass flying at him. Anpa saw the event like it was in slow motion, the heavy sac hitting the top of his faux-pregnant belly, starting a wave of cum up his chest. It splashed up the taint at the same time, lubricating the exposed pucker in a matter of milliseconds. Then, with a loud squelch, everything went dark again.

Ritan let out a moan as his ass slid down over the well-coated panda's head and shoulders in one fluid movement. His weight brought him down to the base of the enormous belly, and only then did his consumption slow. The behemoth spread his thighs about further, focusing on stretching. Members of his kind were known for three things: Enormous balls that can't be censored when brought overseas, leaves as a catalyst for transformation and being incredibly elastic. He thought about how his old boyfriend was taller than he was and he could shove that bull under his fluffy tail no problem.

Anpa wiggled his legs beneath his own belly as much as the combined weight of the dome and the stretching predator would allow. His arms below the elbow were free to move around, but he had no leverage to do anything. His dainty hands just slid off the muscular thighs whenever he pushed at them. Soon, they too were pinned by the advancing fleshy ring.

The behemoth let out a grunt, both hands on the smooth surface of his belly as he focused on working himself to stretch wider and wider. Ritan felt more and more of the panda's arms trapped in his bowels, using that as a guide to just how much further he had to go over the belly. That metric rapidly became obsolete as he cleared the apex of the broad taut dome of a gut. Suddenly his slow descent turned into a plummet as his ass tried to close up around the underside of the massive shape.

Ritan's cheeks slammed down into the pool of jizz hard, sending it surging up the walls on all sides of him. He grunted, flexing his insides tightly as he felt the writhing thighs of the panda getting slurped up beneath his man-laden balls.

Within, the femboy was moaning, shifting his legs together, and no longer struggling. It was clear that he was grinding his own arousal and sensitive belly into the clenching, pulling inner muscles of Ritan's bowels. By the time his feet wetly slorped up at last, Anpa was fully rutting into the inner walls, enjoying being held in the muscle-man's belly at last.

The behemoth stroked over his newly expanded belly, crooning. "Surely you wouldn't mind being in there for the long haul, would you?" He clenched his insides with a grin.

Anpa could only moan in response, continuing to grind and thrust needfully.

Pushing his tail into the mess to get some support, Ritan got his feet beneath his newly altered center of gravity and pushed. After a moment of nearly slipping from how slick his one man bukkake had made things, the behemoth stood upright. He stretched his arms over his head, planting both palms on the ceiling, and clenched his powerful ass cheeks together. He quivered, feeling the action push Anpa just a bit deeper.

Now that there was nothing resting over the drain, the heavy flow of seed was starting to flow through the grate. It was still too thick to go easily, though. He carefully stepped over to the door and noticed a button beside the frame. It looked like the flush on a toilet that was too good to have a lever that he'd seen some places. He pressed it firmly.

Sprinkler heads above Ritan came to life, sending water going in all directions. The broad spray rapidly thinned the semen clinging to the walls and mirror, as well as allowing that which was nearly clogging the drain to start flowing faster.

The behemoth turned around beneath the water, guessing he had ended up having a shower today anyway. Ritan noticed something moving at the mirror. When he looked, he saw Anpa's sunglasses starting to slide down the glass. They had been plastered from the first shot and stuck there the whole time.

Chuckling, Ritan grabbed them and held them up to the sprinkler head until they were cleared off, before putting them on. The massively full bull stretched again, smiling as he felt his new center of gravity... it felt right, having a man in there again, simulating being so gravid with a pregnancy using a moaning participant....

Once he was sure his tail had been cleared off, the naked powerhouse opened the door of the dressing room. The sprinklers turned off as he stepped up onto the store floor, leaving only the heavy gurgles of the mix of thick cum and water draining away coming from behind him.

He heard the familiar sound of his phone receiving a text message. Looking around for it took longer than he was used to, what with the enormous belly blocking the view of his feet. But eventually he found his abandoned sport coat on the floor. He crouched, reaching around his massive dome to dig his phone out of the pocket.

Cade had sent him a message. 'Just parked at the mall, see you soon.'

Ritan grinned, standing up straight again. He swayed his hips and let his tail undulate as he walked toward the front of the store, taking on a more femme manner to go with his 'pregnancy'. He perked, noticing a sign over a section near the front door he'd missed on his way in. 'Male Maternity'

The behemoth approached the display, thinking he should get something to support his enormous dome, as well as some tights... Leggings would be great for this sort of thing. He picked up a strap that was supposed to connect above the tail and provide support and stability. He frowned, guessing it would hardly fit Anpa, let alone his belly with the panda inside.

His belly throbbed and another ache came from within. This one was the omasum. Ritan could feel his inner muscles starting to flex and pull, guiding Anpa towards the absorption organ to be taken. The behemoth frowned and focused. The motions stopped, settling back into rippling and holding the femboy in place. He had always preferred to hold men inside for simulated pregnancy over absorbing them, like he had with his old boyfriend.

Ritan could remember his broad cream-fur covered belly riding atop the bulge of his hyper junk, wishing he was truly pregnant... He perked. Of course, he could find a man with a proper womb, and then he could be pregnant for real. Just a trip to the omasum and he'd have the equipment, and he wouldn't have to pretend anymore with men stuck in his bowels.

Pausing, the behemoth clenched, thinking perhaps the absorption organ had sensed something he hadn't. He rubbed over the underside of his belly as far as he could reach, his innards holding Anpa immobile. He counted the men that the femboy was carrying in his belly, four quite large males. But their arrangement within the dome told Ritan that the panda had been doing the same, just holding them in his bowels to pretend. He would have to look elsewhere for a womb to assimilate.

The doors slid open automatically as Cade approached. The muscular bull perked, pocketing his phone. "Woah..." His eyes were clearly tracing over the behemoth's figure, focusing on the belly.

Grinning already, Ritan pivoted, sending the broad dome swinging nearly too far before he stopped it. "Oh Cade! I'm so glad you're here. As you can see, last time we fucked you knocked me up good and proper like the virile bull you are..." His manner remained feminine and he gave his surprised boyfriend a playful wink.

Getting the crux of the roleplay immediately, the bull approached, huffing lustfully. His jeans were already tenting as he placed a hand on the taut bell-shaped gut. "I'll knock you up all over again if you let me, right here in the middle of the store."

The behemoth put an arm around the small of the smaller bull's back, bringing his muscular boyfriend in for a kiss. He thirstily snogged, groping over Cade's ass through the denim. When he finally pulled away with a pop of lips separating, he let out a lustful rumble. "Help daddy find some pants that fit, first~"

Cade's knees nearly buckled, his tented jeans grinding into his bigger boyfriend's side. "Yes, daddy~"