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“Hey, Kaiman! Hey, Stripes!"

“Again? Dude, you should give it a break!"

“'Evening! I fixed your costume, Kaiman."

Strolling through the halls, Kaiman sighed as familiar faces saluted him and Stripes. It pleased the cursed man to be welcomed by so many smiles and faces. Before that, people considered him a nuisance or a bother to hang around. But it seemed the amnesiac had hit the jackpot: pay with all the perks.

Such as feeling those dark-furred digits slipping in his pants and fingering his gaping asshole while plugging all that good and warm cum in. The same cum that made Kaiman's belly bloat under his vest. He could have humped the digits and Stripes' dick all day, but it was one of their shifts today, so… Even after three sessions, Kaiman was feeling giddy and eager for more.

“Fixed your costume? Again?" asked Stripes, his voice calm while they trudged on, keeping Kaiman's ass. On the other hand, Kaiman used the man turned into a Zebra as a support.

“Hum hum. Ivory stuffed me so much the seams nearly broke. But you weren't around."

“Of course."

The Horny Bunny was such a strange place. Here, waiters were all cursed men whose faces had been turned into creatures similar to beasts you'd find in a zoo… All the while, their bellies served as barrels to store the mix of cum and cocktail that was served around on the customer front.

Kaiman was one of the servers, whereas Stripes was a filler. They formed a couple without attachment where they got what they wanted: Kaiman was fucked, and Stripes emptied.

Yet, Stripes wasn't the sole one. And Ivory, the Elephant… He was a touchy subject.

“The others were busy, and I needed a triple filling asap," explained Kaiman as if to justify himself while the fingers in his ass seemed more sluggish and less interested in picking at his prostate.

“Sure… It couldn't wait," asked Stripes, jealousy dripping from his voice.

“Fuck you. I told you I want to become a Delicacy. I can't go around and act as if he isn't there. And I don't care about the difference."

Even then, the fingers started to retreat, leaving Kaiman's legs shuddering and his face contorting. Okay, he lied a bit about Ivory's size and not caring. But the Elephant wasn't a big deal for him, not anymore.

After his first days at the Horny Bunny, Kaiman had started to go steady with Ivory. As expected of a filler whose dick was bigger than his leg, the sex was great. But beyond that, Ivory was mute and didn't share the same interests. Plus, learning sign language wasn't Kaiman's forte. They broke off on cordial terms… It didn't mean they would rekindle said relationship whenever their jobs forced them to work together.

But Stripes seemed more jealous and constantly questioned whether or not Kaiman should use him.

“Fine. Get it your way. But you know where to find me," groaned Kaiman as the drippy fingers disappeared from his hole, and he had to clench it to keep it tight as they separated. Each going their ways. Kaiman found himself back in the familiar locker room he shared with most of his fellow waiters. And as tonight was an event, the room was packed. Enough he had to walk around, trying not to hit anyone with his cum bump until he landed on the bench by his locker, right by a large bear wearing a bunny suit costume like any waiter… And soon, Kaiman.

“Hey. Another night with Stripes?" asked Honey, adjusting the stockings and garter belts over his hairy legs.

“Yes. Maybe the last," mumbled Kaiman, going directly for the shoes and struggling due to the cum in his guts. He had grown addicted to the sensation of being stuffed over the months… Even at night, he yearned to be fucked… And he certainly wouldn't tell Nikaido; sure as hell, she was already curious why he was constantly round like a ball.

“Why is that? You picked a fight?" continued the Bear, stopping his movement to turn, twist, and help Kaiman remove his shoes.

“Not really. I had an accident with Ivory; he didn't control himself. And you know Stripes," mumbled Kaiman, pulling his socks and sighing before he went for his pants.

“Hehe, good old Stripes. Do you want me to pass him something? You know how sweet I am!"

With a deep groan, Kaiman stopped handling his pants solely to lean and punch the Bear's shoulders in a token of affection. Honey might be a good lad, but his love for puns was why he couldn't become a Delicacy.

Jugs, Plates, Delicacies… In that order, you started, advanced, and then became one of the Horny Bunny's stars. Only a handful could be considered as Delicacies, and they were earning a pretty sum. Sum Kaiman desired so he could repay his loans.

“Honestly… if you could request him a bit more than usual. Else, he'll be gloomy," commented Kaiman as he turned to the Bear, watching him struggle with his corset's laces. And with deft fingers, he helped his fellow waiter adjust it, with just enough room to breathe and slip a bill in it.

“You want me to pass the message? More Stripes than usual?"

“If you can," nodded Kaiman, finally kicking his pants off. Due to Stripes' fingering and cum, those slacks reeked, yet he merely slammed them into his lockers while his bare ass was exposed, thanks to the red jockstrap he wore.

“I'll do that… Get yourself ready," said Honey, cheery as he stood up and patted Kaiman's shoulders.

That was Kaiman's cue to empty himself. Since he had been stuffed with non-prepared cum, he had to use the facilities… A small departure that made him return a few minutes later to an almost emptied room. In the distance, he had heard the pep talk from Honey and Whale, as they were both invested in the group of waiters and handled most issues. Alas, Kaiman was glad there was no HR to handle this. Only a Boss who was fine with letting people manage themselves but still kept a firm grasp.

In fact, the Horny Bunny had been the best place he had worked in. Salary was great, management wasn't ass, people were kind. Stripes was the sole issue around, and even then, it was nothing that bummed Kaiman as he entirely removed his sweat-ridden shirt. He had kept that one over the last two days, along with not shaving at all… He didn't have to sniff himself to know he had that musky scent, but it was also one of the favorite scents for the customers around. A little something he had learned from talking around and getting to know how the Delicacies became who they were.

He planned to become like them, to become rich in a snap… And perhaps stay or... leave. Or return to hunting mages. Steadily, the idea of hunting mages and finding who he was before started to elude Kaiman. It nagged him, but not as much now that he had such a perfect job.

Finally, without hasting himself, Kaiman completely stripped and put on his costume: heels, stockings, corset, bunny ears, cuffs… The entire panoply had been fixed, thankfully.

“It's a bit tight," he moaned to himself, strutting to the Kitchen slowly. He wasn't looking to end up in the queue of waiters waiting for their fillings. He glanced at the seams, where they had broken due to Ivory's error, but sighed. He didn't know how to fix them; it was better not to poke at them.

It was better to focus on what he could do. He passed the kitchen door, saluted the large crew of cooks, and cursed like him but with a less animalistic appearance. And as usual, Arms was there.

Everyone on the job had nicknames, even the cooks. Arms? Well, he was human unless you counted the multiple arms sprouting from his back that were cutting, holding, and preparing food in his spot facing the waiters' entrance.

“Evening, arms. Usual Sunnyside with a regular fill," commented Kaiman, passing his order for his first strut in the main room.

“I already prepared it and sent it to Stripes, but he refused it. Is there something between you two?" asked Arms, offering the tray where had been set the bottles of Alcohol and cut fruits.

“Long story. I told him about the incident with Ivory. He didn't take it well. Oh… And most of the team will go for him to help him feel better," commented Kaiman.

“Hehe, Got you. I'll pass the message along to the staff," said Arms, smiling despite the scars all over his balding head.

To this, Kaiman nodded and took the tray towards the spots reserved for the fillers. Just a table where they would all be sitting, playing, or chatting with nothing to cover their enormous genitals.

And as Kaiman expected, people were rushing towards Ivory, Rings, or Stripes. The Elephant, Raccoon, and Zebra seemed way busier than the remaining four, who were content to be on their phones and idly chatting. So… Of course, it was toward the others Kaiman approached. Mainly Tusk. Foul-mouthed, kinda cuntish, but loyal to Whale, so it wouldn't hurt Stripes' ego if Kaiman asked him.

“Hey Tusk, Sunnyside for you," said Kaiman, approaching and putting the tray on the table.

“What? Ask Stripes. I'm busy," retorted the human-sized hippopotamus, who was all too busy on a poker game.

“He's busy."

“Ivory."

“Busy, too."

Tusk raised an eyebrow and gazed towards the two to that answer. Stripes and Ivory alike had a line of waiters waiting for their fills. Therefore, Tusk scooted his chair back, exposing his giant dick and his oversized nuts.

“Fine, but you owe me one," grumbled the Hippopotamus, already picking up the rum, uncorked it… And planted its neck in his urethra to empty it.

“I owe you nothing; you were doing shit," answered Kaiman, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms while the Hippopotamus took his time to slip the mango bits into his urethra once the bottle was out.

“I was winning a game. You know how important it is for me!"

“You don't need it. You're rich with Whale, you're fine. I have loans to pay," groaned Kaiman, scratching the back of his head as the final ingredients were slipped into the urethra and the Hippopotamus started to massage his balls.

This was the next step after inserting the ingredients: to have them infused and mixed with his semen so all the taste would perfuse and add to the strong cum aroma.

Then, once it was ready, Kaiman only had to-

“Ah! Kaiman, you're here!" shouted a familiar voice that made both Kaiman and Tusk turn towards it. Horn. Aka, the Horny Bunny manager, owner, and recruiter. As his name implied, Horn had… Horns. And had the face of a bull or minotaur. Usually uncaring, he was there grimacing and nervous.

“Yes, I'm taking my filling, and I'm about to do my first round. Is there a proble-“

“Cancel that!"

“What?" shouted Tusk, his dick now rock hard and seemingly about to explode, from the reddish wide tip to the engorged nuts. “I'm already prepared; I have to empty myself."

“Fin!" shouted Horn, pointing to a Shark-faced male who was waiting his turn near Ivory. “You take Kaiman's order!"

The Fish-man didn't seem happy to miss a loving filling with Ivory the Elephant but complied. All the while, Kaiman watched but followed Horn with his eyes. If that man acted so rashly, there was a reason.

“I fucked up?" he asked, gulping and feeling nervous at the idea of losing his job, again.

“What? No!" answered Horn, surprised as he approached another Filler, a horse. Hooves had, at least, the intelligence to leave his phone aside and watch Horn. “We've got a case. One of our clients required a Delicacy, but they're all booked. I then offered him a Plate for half the price, but he asked for you."

“Wait… He's a big client? And he asked me?"

“You have no clues," answered Horn, turning to Hooves. “I got a triple-filling Peach Bourbon Smash for you; you can handle it?"

“Sure, Boss. It's for the Big Oni?"

Horn scowled at the question but nodded. And turned to Kaiman, huffing. His eyes seemed to go from one direction in the kitchen to another before he outstretched his hands and plopped them on Kaiman's shoulders.

“Kaiman… Whatever that guy asks, you will do it? Got it? Anything."

“Wait, what? But I'm a Plate and have never done any show."

“You're promoted to Delicacy for tonight. Triple rates, you keep the tips for yourself. But I don't want to hear anything bad from your performance. Nothing like slipping, or failing, or whatever," ordered Horn.

“But why me? And who's that guy?"

“We call him the Big Oni. You'll recognize him. He's a regular and one of our most esteemed clients. Losing him would be a huge hit to the Horny Bunny. He's that big."

The realization slowly sinking in, Kaiman observed how a cook arrived and presented the plate to Hooves, who quickly stuffed his urethra with the bourbon and fruit cuts as if he would lose his spot if he weren't fast enough.

Then, Kaiman returned to Horn.

“What should I know about him? He's weird? Kinky? He's the hugging kind?" he asked, having experienced all types. Some clients could be weird, but it was the waiters' duty to be cordial yet firm on their boundaries. Though calling security was encouraged.

“He's… Not bad. You'll see. Oh, and always call him Daddy. It's his thing."

Kaiman opened his mouth, about to shout that he wouldn't do that. But he stopped midway. Triple rate, tips, all that jazz. If he managed to milk all the money from that guy, he could do anything he wanted! Maybe live like a king in the periphery. At least, if he was that rich.

“How good are the tips?"

Horn's gaze seemed to darken, but he leaned forward, whispering.

“Triple digits. For the worst nights."

That was it. That guy would be Kaiman's next cash cow. He could get everything he wanted: Gyozas, sex, sake, all he wanted. His eyes glimmered, and he nodded.

“I'll do my best, boss."

An affirmation the Bull answered by shaking his head, the eyes half-closed.

“Don't… Fuck up anything. Take your filling and go to the third VIP booth."

Horn's shoulders slumped, but he moved away, leaving the stupidly grinning Kaiman to face Hooves. Hooves, who seemed not so eager, cringed and shrank in his chair.

“… I prepared the filling."

A quick fuck later, and a plug-tail slipped in, Kaiman strutted into the main room with the confidence of a lord. He would be rich! He would be extra rich and get all the food he desired!

That smile couldn't leave his face even if he desired as he observed the waiters running around. Not so long ago, he was like them: running to get their ass stuffed with the next orders of cum. Then, he had become a plate: still running but handling orders and welcoming customers.

But a delicacy? Well, there was less running, and it was all about entertaining clients. How? … He would figure it out somehow.

“Kaiman? Where are you going?" asked a nearby voice, Whale's. The Orca who had helped him adapt to the place's habits. “We have requests for your Sunnyside!"

“Someone else will handle it; I'm going to the VIP section!" he answered, unable to hide his smile.

“VIP? Fuck, Kaiman. Don't tell me you-“

“Horn promoted me! Yes!" he answered, so eager he was almost forgetting to clench his butthole around the plug. He felt a mere drop between his cheeks before he clenched.

“Tch! You're so lucky!" snapped Whale, turning and taking away a tray while stomping toward the Kitchen. Okay, there was a bit of envy… But Kaiman couldn't do anything.

He walked towards the VIP booths, a sort of mezzanine above the main room where the richest and most eminent clients would come. Only the richest in Hole could afford the humongous prices. A mere evening meant months of salary. So, if that guy was a regular, he was loaded.

Loaded for Kaiman to keep grinning as he followed the corridor until the door 3. To which he knocked.

“I'm coming," he said, pushing on the handle.

The door wasn't locked, and he entered the dimly lit open booth with a smile. The room was all in length, richly furbished and ending with a banister at the end. It opened on the lounge below, giving it the perfect view. The room also had a small intimate alcove on the right side with a table and all needed, completed with a phoneline to make any requests.

On the left, there was another table with all the complimentary finger foods for VIPs, and… Well, there was a door right by the alcove leading to a private bedroom. That… That was something Kaiman knew from his first visit and sometimes delivering food for VIPs. But today, he was to entertain one. A big one.

A giant Red Oni was sitting in the alcove, his wide arms spread over the sofa at the angle. Red wrinkled skin, tired eyes behind those corrective glasses, bald head, lush beard… And yes, horns sprouting for the middle of a forehead to look like antlers or something bigger.

Kaiman watched it with surprise, more so the clothes the guy wore: gray polo, black slacks, white undershirt. In a way, that guy could have been a teacher with that style. Yet, there was a strange vibe emanating from him.

How could he be loaded?

“Kaiman? Right? Come here. It's your first time, right?" said the man with a gentle smile as he tapped the Sofa on his right while adjusting his position and spreading his legs.

“Yes, Daddy," mumbled Kaiman, his smile still there but muted while he turned around and sat carefully with his stuffed belly. Careful steps were taken so his stomach wasn't sloshing as he sat a bit far from his client, his legs closing.

His eyes wandered on that guy looking closer at a teacher. But… Fuck. He was hung.

Beyond being easily three heads taller than Kaiman, he had such a bulge and even that dick could be seen through; Kaiman's eyes widened.

“All girls do that," laughed the Oni, pulling Kaiman away from the sight and back to his client.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you."

“I didn't mean you can't admire your Daddy, doll," laughed the Teacher as his arm slid around Kaiman's large waist before he pulled him closer… Closer until their legs touched, and the Oni's warm breath was all over those green scales and pink skin.

“Crossed eyes and the face of a reptile. You know how beautiful you are?"

Well, that client was a hugger, thought Kaiman. It wasn't like he had never experienced that, but huggers were usually meant to be ignored or to find a justification before leaving and calling security.

But… Horn told him to do everything that was necessary to please that VIP? Everything? Kaiman shuddered internally but shook his head before he allowed himself to lean against the Oni.

That guy was warm, not boiling hot, but in a soothing way. Hot like… A cot during winter.

Kaiman's eyes lowered and went over the man's groin, watching how the textile snug the genitals: that man's massive scrotum, that humongous thick cock. Kaiman saw it all, even the thick veins.

“You can touch," the Oni said as if he read through Kaiman's mind.

“Really?" started Kaiman, then coughed before correcting. “Really, Daddy?"

To that, the red-skinned guy smiled but grabbed Kaiman by the chin, forcing him to face that grin.

“Give me some sugar, doll," said the client while his hand descended onto Kaiman's ass, the thumb brushed over the pink skin over… And over, carefully. But the grip on the chin made Kaiman follow, and their lips met.

Due to his modified jaw, Kaiman instinctively tilted his head before those lips were on his scales… Sweet lips, less rugged than Kaiman thought.

From the man's breath, he smelled nothing but a sort of alcoholic aroma before the tongue moved on… And found a purchase on Kaiman's tongue.

Soon, that kiss shifted, and so did their position as the hand on the ass lifted Kaiman, forcing him to slide a leg over the Man's lap while their tongues danced and tied. That sweet sensation, followed by a strange fuzziness, spread throughout Kaiman's mouth and throat. And further. Along his spine, along his muscles, along his brain. And then, their lips departed, and the panting Kaiman admired his client's smile.

It was like the first time he had been injected with the Black Smoke, the one that allowed him to adapt to the enormous portion of cum in his guts or any stretching. Was that guy linked to it? Yet, Kaiman didn't care as he threw himself at that guy again, stealing another kiss.

That time, it was more rough and intense… The Oni's tongue plunged deeper into Kaiman's mouth and throat while the thumb danced closer to his hairy ass, plunging between the cheeks and… Pulling on the back of the costume.

Kaiman wasn't idle either, his hand descending over the Oni's paunch belly, sensing the soft texture, and descended. It slid lower onto the pants, onto the bulging and radiating groin. Beneath his fingers, he found the zipper and undid it. With one digit, he explored the open the zipper and found an underwear, sticky and surely musky… It would be better to have it removed.

But a hand stopped it; the Oni's other hand had shifted from Kaiman's chin to his wrist to keep him still. And that tongue retracted, though the taste of it remained.

“Not yet, Doll. Daddy is thirsty," explained the Oni with a smile while his hand left the wrist to caress the rotund form of Kaiman's belly. He even poked it a bit.

“Hmm, sure," mumbled the Himbo, feeling suddenly sober and calm while the fingers danced and pressed on his belly button. “I'll get us glasses."

His client frowned before a slight grin appeared, revealing the Man's tusks: “I usually drink from the tap."

Clients never drank from the tap or filled waiters' asses; it was one of the primary rules Kaiman had learned. Although clients were clean, most of the time, the saliva could mess with the fillings. As such, it would mean a thorough enema that would make someone lose on their pay.

Something Kaiman wasn't fond of, yet he had to satisfy his client's needs.

Therefore, it was with wobbly legs and an uncertain face that Kaiman climbed on the table on all fours before his clients. Legs spread, arms down, lifted ass, arched back. Once more, Kaiman felt he was out of his league.

His client's warm breath was over his ass, tickling the hairy crevice and his swollen rim. The man was nonetheless carefully peeling off the costume's band away, hooking it on his index to keep it still while his tongue passed over the right cheek from the exterior toward the crevice. He even prodded in between, tasting the sweaty orifice before returning to his lick but a bit further down.

It was… Hot, and strange. Though Kaiman didn't utter a remark. If he wanted that tip, he needed to follow the client's orders.

“How do you feel, Doll?" asked the Oni with such a sultry tone that Kaiman shivered.

“I- I'm good, Daddy," mumbled Kaiman while he sensed the Oni's fingers grasping the tail plug and pulling on it. Left, right, up, down… And with enough wiggling, the tail plopped free, and along came the warm cum. Alcoholic, with a peachy taste with hints of mint and syrup.

Its fruity perfume nearly filled the room as the liquid started to drip, and Kaiman instinctively clenched his sphincter. But then, he felt the Oni's tongue prodding the orifice and… The muscle relaxed right away.

Without the sphincter to restrain it, what was in the lower reaches instantly flowed out and right into the Oni's bearded mouth. He swallowed it all while suckling on Kaiman's hole.

Before, Kaiman had experienced the pleasure of being eaten out. Stripes, for all his issues, was quite the experimenter, and his long muzzle was made to house an even longer tongue. His prodding and rimmings were all the more enjoyable.

But that Oni? His tongue was wide and large and dripping with saliva. Whatever it touched and stroked made the flesh feel fuzzy and warm. He licked, plunged his tongue deeper, swirled the appendage while he gorged himself.

Gulp after gulp, Kaiman felt the cum in his ass was drank, and, in return, he lifted his chest a bit so all that was stored in his guts descended.

Ever so slowly, the massive Oni stuffed his mouth with all that alcoholic cum. And Kaiman straightened himself, holding onto his belly as it lost its shape. Gravid, round, jutting, flat. It was back to flat, with Kaiman's fingers feeling the searing pain of his distended skin disappear. It felt… good.

Good, even when his fuzzy and weirdly warm hole was suddenly let go in a warm and resounding “plop"! He… had been emptied; the whole triple filling had disappeared. Kaiman glanced over his shoulder only to see the grinning Oni glance back without that usual drunk or flustered expression. It was… Normal.

He wasn't drunk. And his cheeks were… Stuffed?

Yet, the client beckoned Kaiman to approach and turn with an index, which he did, slowly approaching and cringing due to the sensation of his warm hole meeting with the cold air. He approached, his hand leading onward and his mouth half-opening to utter something.

But he couldn't. His client's lips were on his, forcing their mouth together while that massive tongue protruded forward and followed… Cum.

Warm and syrupy due to the sugar and fruits, but salty and acrid nonetheless, loaded with alcohol. Kaiman swallowed the liquid in a desperate attempt not to drown as the Oni kept pushing and forcing the cum down Kaiman's throat.

It continued for what felt like an eternity, with Kaiman's throat swelling and shrinking from the ongoing flow until it had swallowed the load. And Kaiman sighed, breathed, exhaled. Only to be led into another kiss.

One he welcomed while wrapping his arms around the Oni's neck. Meanwhile, his client's digits were playing with his asshole and tugging at it, pulling on it, and feeling how tensile it was. Kaiman was a natural… Only a few doses of Black Smoke had given him one of the toughest and stretchiest asses. One the Oni fingered, touched, and played with.

“What a wonderful cunt you have, Doll. You want Daddy to fill it?" asked the Oni, his voice suave and sweet.

Only the Fillers were allowed to fill them. Saliva was an extent, but adding someone else's cum to a hole was absolutely forbidden within the Horny Bunny.

Yet, Kaiman didn't feel like it. Lust swirled within his brain, motivated by the amplified Euphoria of having all that heavy cum cocktail in his guts… And those kisses. Those kisses made his brain fuzzy, needy, and eager for more. More of the Oni.

“Yes, Daddy," he said with that high-pitched voice, one he didn't know he could take.

“Yes to what, Doll?" continued the Oni, plunging two fingers in Kaiman's hole and stretching it by pressing on both sides like scissoring it.

“Yes, to fill my cunt, Daddy," continued Kaiman with a stupid grin.

“Good Doll," laughed the man as he plunged a third finger, then a fourth, all the while wrapping his other arm behind Kaiman's knees. “Wrap your hand around my neck."

Kaiman did as ordered, wrapping his arms and going for another kiss while he felt his weight shifting. The man used his hands to lift Kaiman by his ass and legs. He leaned back, allowing Kaiman's upper body to rest on his chest. He huffed and… Yes, stood up despite the added weight.

That guy was strong, extremely strong. And yet sweet, and deliciously pervert while he fingerblasted Kaiman's gaping hole on the way to the second room.

VIP rooms always possessed such an open room, dedicated to soirees and other small events. And a bedroom, for moments when delicacies or whores they brought. In that situation, Kaiman couldn't tell if he was either one. But he knew he was Daddy's Doll. His head was warm, fuzzy, with all the good thoughts while his Daddy kept feeding him with his spit while fucking his throat with that tongue.

But as all good things started, they had to end. The kiss broke, and the warm hands left his aching cunt. And he felt his weight dropped on the leopard bed. He dropped, fell, and felt all the fluids on him drop on the thin blanket. He was sticky and sweaty, and musky… But it was nothing.

Nothing when compared to the moment as he heard a shuffle. He turned and rolled on the bed to face his Daddy while on his knees. And he faced that monster of a dick the Oni presented at him.

“Prepare your Daddy, Doll," said the Client with that same suave voice while his cock stood out in the open, red like cherry. The Oni was uncut, but his massive foreskin formed a natural fold, even fully erect, and he had to pull on it to expose the dark glans held inside, revealing that musky and enticing perfume Kaiman inhaled with deep breaths.

It etched that fuzzy sensation into his nose while he drooled over that sight.

Daddy's dick was enormous, perhaps bigger than Ivory's. It was warm, with steam emanating from it like a cloud. Worse, precum and sweat dripped from below it constantly, like a cascade, yet with each drop coming from the different wart-like spheres below the skin. That shaft had a texture, smooth but peppered with bumps that even veiny shafts couldn't compare to. And the more Kaiman watched, the more Kaiman could see how the liquids seemed to pour as much from the glans as from the skinfolds. That man had… A monster of a dick.

Something that was to be hideous and perverted, closer to a monster's fake dick than… Well, something real.

However, Kaiman watched and admired. He went almost cross-eyed as he glanced at the organ… And felt the Oni's hand on the back of his head.

[I]SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

[/I]Kaiman's thoughts stopped momentarily as he heard what could be heard like the snapping of bones. And the reduced weight in the back of his head. The spikes growing from the back, like hair, were getting snapped and broken with the Oni's bare hands.

“I don't want to see you hurt with those spikes, Doll," said Daddy.

Kaiman blinked. It… It was right. He could hurt himself with those spikes if he weren't careful. Therefore, he nodded and didn't move as the spikes were broken… Leaving the back of his head bare and reachable for a caress, a stroke.

“Go on, prepare, Daddy. Or it'll hurt, Doll," continued the Oni with that suave voice while he pushed Kaiman to go on.

[I]Maybe he shouldn't do that? That guy is a pervert. He reeks. What's with his dick?[/I]

There were no such thoughts for Kaiman as he merely positioned before the dick and opened his mouth wide. His tongue slipped out and went over the tip, touching the warm skin. The appendage swirled, sampled the precum dripping from the glans, and… Well, started to feel fuzzy, too, from the precum dripping on it. Whatever fluids the Oni produced made Kaiman's body feel better. So much better. Even his hands as he wrapped one around the base of the dick to pull down the foreskin. And the other on those watermelon-sized nuts he stroked from below.

Sweat, spit, precum… It was all a boon Kaiman welcomed.

“You taste so good, Daddy," he mumbled and slurred, his eyes barely focusing on the bushy groin as he approached his mouth and sensed that tingling sensation in the back of his nose.

“They all say that, Doll. Go on, make Daddy proud."

Kaiman watched the Oni and saw that grin, those malicious eyes behind those discreet glasses. Then he returned to that monster of a cock. He glanced at the natural grease sticking to it, and he finally… Gave in.

His mouth opened, his tongue slipped beneath, and with careful progress, he ushered the cock inside. First came the heat from the shaft: intense and radiating. It nearly seared the Slut's mouth but didn't, merely imprinting the sensation.

Then, the second one, the tackiness of the man's fluid inside his mouth. His precum was tasty, salty, acrid, intense, earthy, and heady. And it remained. Wherever it dropped, it left behind an aftertaste that no amount of saliva could erase.

Ever so slowly, Kaiman moved. The man's dick forward, his muzzle onward. Yet, he thought about his teeth and about the danger they represented.

“Don't be afraid; you won't hurt Daddy with these," said the Oni, slipping his thumb into Kaiman's mouth. He poked at one of the serrated teeth. He playfully touched it and pushed it. But it didn't seem to bother or hurt the Oni. If Daddy said it wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't.

Reassured, he no longer made any attention to the teeth and merely forced himself to swallow that monster of a cock. He forced it onward until it dripped and poked at the entrance of his throat while oozing all that sweat and precum inside.

The potent, reeking taste spread over his tongue and inside his mouth, mixing with his saliva. It wouldn't go, even if he swallowed it.

But why would Kaiman want it gone?

It was so good to experience it as his tongue played with the bumpy textures, felt the round shapes against his tongue while he tugged and pushed against the folds, feeling all that sweet but clean precum ooze within his mouth. He swallowed it again, feeling how its good texture descended in his stomach and mixed with the cum Hooves had prepared for that event.

Strangely, it even spread faster in there, and his stomach became so much… Warm again. So… odd. So… Pleasing. Everything was pleasing around Daddy, even someone else's cum.

He wanted it more; he wanted his Daddy entirely in his throat… Yet, only a third of it managed to slip inside his mouth. Perhaps he would get a reward. A tip? He wanted one, he remembered. And Daddy could provide him with one.

Yet, a firm hand held Kaiman back and pushed him away.

The Oni pulled back, pulling along the strings of spit and precum that flew over the blanket in front of Kaiman. Kaiman whose eyes were mesmerized by that wondrous sight and that enormous dick, whose lips were already open to take it back.

“No, Doll. You have prepared Daddy. It's time for your cunt," admonished the Oni.

“Yes, Daddy," commented Kaiman as he turned to expose his ass.

Without further instruction, Kaiman turned, remained on his knees and elbows, then lowered his upper body. Arching his back, placing his hands on his hairy cheeks to spread them apart; Kaiman had done this before for Ivory and Stripes.

But now, it was for his Daddy. For that man who stripped and exposed that chubby belly, those fat moobs, that hairy fupa… And yes, that enormous cock he desperately needed inside him.

So much so he couldn't even stop himself from fingering that not-so-tight and fuzzy hole. He tugged at it and felt the natural split it formed in whatever direction he pulled. Daddy was right, this was cunt, but it had never been bred, only filled and sometimes fucked.

He… needed it. He needed to be filled by his Daddy's humongous cock. And… Without waiting, once more, Kaiman placed whole hands on his cheeks, hooked his index and middle fingers inside his gaping hole to pull it open as much as he could even if it meant projecting what remained of natural lubricant and cum on the bed.

All so he could show his ruined hole.

“Breed me, Daddy!"

Kaiman's voice broke as he said the last Daddy. It broke as he felt the cocktip nudge his asshole and press against it. Warmth, fuzziness, intensity. It was there, on the verge of entering. And… it did.

Kaiman's breath stilled while his eyes widened. That Oni was definitely bigger than anyone he had taken before. His breath quickened as the first inch nudged against his orifice, poking and pushing.

His hole tried to widen, he tried to relax his muscles. But somehow, as he stood on the bed, a pang of fear threatened to swallow Kaiman. He heaved, his head lower against the blankets while those nudges came as brushstrokes, rubbing and coating the orifice with that sticky precum.

“Breathe, Doll. No thoughts, no worries," said the Client with that same suave voice. His fingers were on Kaiman's hairy cheeks, stroking them with the back of his knuckles. One rubbing wasn't enough, a second sent shivers through Kaiman's spine. A third, his fuzzy thoughts calmed and returned to that peaceful ocean.

“Good, Doll. I'm going in."

With that encouragement, the Oni pushed his hips further, and Kaiman clenched his buttcheeks and pressed his chest against the bed. That fat fuckrod pressed and slipped the first inches inside. Most of the cocktip was inside, but not all, not as the wide corona forced Kaiman's hole to split further.

It had to split further… There was no other way to accommodate and… It opened wider, with the corona slipping in with a chaos of precum and fluids.

“Hhh… Daddy," mumbled Kaiman with a raspy voice, drool dripping from his mouth on the sheets while his cock sprayed cum through his bunny suit. He came, though he hadn't felt like it. He came… . And it felt it was the beginning of something new.

“Good Doll," praised the Oni.

The client's cock throbbed with anticipation. And so followed the first bumps within the orifice, each pulling on the hole at different angles. It… Was like a massage for Kaiman's raw and sore orifice. A sweet massage followed by the usual fuzziness, the warmth, the soothing touch of the man's fluid. That Oni, his body was… made to please people. How could it be any different?

Kaiman's eyes rolled again as another inch slipped inside, then another.

He shouldn't have been able to take it. Yet he did, feeling and hearing the suction his hole made over time. Precum and lubricant dripped onto his testicles within his suit; he could feel it before it dropped between his quivering legs. He wouldn't hold any longer. He-

His Daddy pulled back?

Kaiman's eyes widened in surprise, and he clenched, only to regret as his hole was brutally tugged on, and he muffled a scream in the sheet. The movement stopped, but no encouragement followed. Instead, the big Oni huffed and breathing audibly… Much like Kaiman as he relaxed his hole and… Let go of that dick.

“Daddy," he painfully moaned, his voice about to break as his hole was left wide open, gaping, warm, but assaulted by the cold air. “Please, take me!"

No answer came. But a hand.

One red hand slipping beneath Kaiman's chest and lifting it so easily. For a moment, Kaiman felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His legs and arms were weak and quivering. He had no control over them. He was pushed and rolled over, ending on his back while he watched the Oni above him, towering above, almost hiding the light by his sheer presence. His red hands moved with ease, dancing over Kaiman's sleek skin to lift and… Position him.

Kaiman shuddered at the thought yet couldn't resist spreading his legs for the man and welcoming him in between. One hand on those hairy cheeks, another between the shoulder blades, Kaiman felt the pressure and the strength applied against his hole.

Yet, he remained steady through the man's embrace while his arms grabbed his Daddy's shoulders. He-… Was about to be taken.

Cold shivers went through his neck and spine, hitting him one after another. He- He could still refuse, or move, or ask-

His fear was taken away as that broad tongue slipped into his ajar mouth. The tantalizing taste returned, as well as his peace of mind. It was fine, it was good, it was perfect. His muffled moans were right for his Daddy as he felt the gravity take him down. Down. Down.

With his first experience, the first inch slipped right through the rim without much difficulty. And somehow, Kaiman felt his Daddy was proud of this moment. Then, another inch slipped, then another, then another. The count, Kaiman couldn't keep it. Instead, he threw himself at that man and swallowed that tongue and saliva with an audible gulp while his belly distended from the inner pressure.

His legs quivered, his feet kicked the air when another inch went in, and his hole started to hurt again. He shuddered, but then his Daddy's tongue forced through. He could have; he should have gagged. But he didn't.

His mouth swallowed that tongue, and saliva poured into his throat while his Daddy kept him closer. He steadily lowered his hips.

Kaiman's belly started to hurt, but his Daddy fed him with that saliva. His legs trembled and numb, and more saliva poured. His breath became harder and more difficult, still more.

What happened to him? What was happening to his hole? Kaiman's eyes barely focused, and his Daddy's shadow covered him.

He tried to turn his head for a moment and to escape the kiss, but a firm hand kept his chin up and forward while more of that tongue slipped into his bulging throat until there was nothing Kaiman could do but be force-fed and breathe.

Breathe the trickle of air going in his lungs before he was… sitting on his Daddy's lap and testicles.

The latter burned his ass; the former supported his weak legs.

Was he supposed to move? Was he supposed to do something? Kaiman's mind tried to make sense of the situation but couldn't. Finally, the tongue slipped out. A gurgle, a gasp, a heave, and the appendage was back in Daddy's mouth with a large grin.

“You make me so proud, Doll. You are so perfect and stretched. Your hole, it begs me to take it," said the Oni in a tone that was less suave and more… Possessive.

But was he wrong?

Kaiman's eyes were all over his Daddy while those calloused hands grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him in a concerto of suction and spurted lubricant. That Demon-faced man grinned and looked down at Kaiman, licked the tip of that muzzle while the poor Slut barely kept his composure.

Yes, Kaiman's hole was begging for that dicking: it gave that Oni a few firm squeeze. Well. No… It tried to cling to it, but that man's strength was enough to force the hole to give in. However, it didn't make it stop its attempts until that tip was right by the rim which wouldn't relinquish it.

“That's right… You want Daddy to breed you, is that right, Doll? You want Daddy to breed you?" asked the Oni, his breath right by Kaiman's earhole.

“Yes… Breed me," he answered.

He didn't stutter or stammer or beg; he said it. What he wanted, to be fucked his brain's out.

And his Daddy obliged when his hands gripped the thighs tighter… And slammed them against his lap. Kaiman's mind went blank.

Pain and pleasure devoured him when that enormous dick pushed from the rim right into his abdomen, hitting all the organs and sensitive spots in their way. He was filled and stuffed like a triple filling, but it was just one dick and not cum. One massive enormous dick that crushed everything in his path and brought down Kaiman's limits.

And it started anew. The Oni's hands lifted Kaiman off his lap, grabbing on those thighs… Then he slammed the poor Kaiman down like he was a mere fucktoy or fleshlight.

He tried to speak, but only a weak babble and gargle emanated from him. But he was fine: his body had been prepared with smoke, had been filled with so much of it he could endure the worst.

The worst the Oni could do by using Kaiman as his toy, pounding that ass until Kaiman's groin dripped with cum again and again. Hitting that prostate until Kaiman's feet kicked those shoes off from the sudden tension. Branding those guts until Kaiman's weak huffs were closer to a whisper and a whistle.

The worst… The Oni could do was to make Kaiman yearn for it, beg for it, and hope it would come back.

Orgasm after orgasm hit through Kaiman, some even though he hadn't cum or wasn't able to. They were ceaseless waves, a tide of pleasure in which Kaiman happily drowned while his Daddy used him and forced him to shift position: on his lap, on the bed, on the couch, back, side, everywhere.

That man was relentless, and worse… he hadn't cum.

He wasn't leaving Kaiman any pause either, as he seemed hellbent on taking Kaiman in every position and ruining what remained of his Doll's abdominal muscles.

He wasn't leaving that mouth free either, as the tongue quickly returned within that throat whenever Kaiman felt that distress swallow him again.

But every good thing had to end.

Even Kaiman's torment as he was on the bed, on his back, with his Daddy all over him. The man had stripped, and he was now holding onto Kaiman's ankle while he slammed his entire body against those red hairy cheeks.

Under them, the bed creaked. The whole room reeked of sex and Kaiman's cum… The sheets had been ruined, the same as every piece of furniture.

But remained that Oni's orgasm as he leaned forth and pressed his mouth against Kaiman's lips, forcing the poor Slut into another kiss. But… he stopped. For a moment, everything stopped, and one could have wondered if that was all the end if it was all gone.

But then… It dripped.

Scalding hot like magma, and with a tacky texture. Its smell already filled the room without one spilled drop. But Kaiman smelled that man's strong and incensing scent as cum poured into his guts. At first, it oozed, but then, after a few seconds, it started to spew… To spout. To flow from that guy's junk into Kaiman's guts. It hit them right and started to fill them. It filled them with enough fluids he began to feel heavier and stuffed.

That guy was cumming a lot, more than many Fillers.

And it wasn't the sole thing. With his cum came the fuzziness, amplified and pushed to its limits. Kaiman's guts were no longer hurting anymore… They were not hurting even as the skin started to distend from the inner pressure.

A delighted shiver ran through his spine as his Daddy started to pull out, only to use that allowed space to push more cum in Kaiman.

“Hhh… M- More," mumbled Kaiman, his face covered with sweat while a stupid grin was plastered all over it. He could remain like this forever if he so desired.

But it was to change.

His Daddy's dick was slowly pulling, but the flow didn't stop either. And with only the glans firmly set inside, the cum still flowed as if it was the beginning. Was there an end? Was there a stop?

In his lust-addled state, Kaiman didn't care. But he started to when he felt weirder by the second. His stomach felt odd but pleasant, then his throat. He tried to exhale but smelled the cum in his breath. His eyes widened, his fingers tightened on the sheets.

Cum… Here it was, pushing from the depths of his throat, mixed with all that saliva and spit. It pushed higher and into Kaiman's mouth until he had no other choice but turn and spit it out. But it wasn't enough as the flow continued and built up in his mouth. Then… The stuffed sensation went higher, hit the back of his nose. And here, the semen pushed through his nostrils like two other rivulets.

The Oni came. And with it, it washed away everything Kaiman had within. It left a husk filled by the pleasure of such a filling, the pressure, the warmth, the stoked pleasure. One Kaiman happily welcomed as his Daddy kept grunting and pushing… And forcing more cum in.

It was only later that Kaiman's eyes refocused again, and his thoughts drifted away from the semen to focus where he was. To what he was. To what happened.

His crossed eyes noticed the light above him, felt the calloused fingers by his chin, and the kiss on his cheeks. He could taste the Oni's fluids all over and inside him, as well as tasting them by exhaling. Was he gone?

Yet, he turned and saw the Oni leering at him and that hand stroking Kaiman's swollen guts. His belly had turned round from the stuffing, more than gravid. Happily enough, there were no stretch marks, but his bunny suit was utterly ruined: the fabric had been shredded in multiple spots, revealing the hairy guts below. One the Oni passed over with delicate fingers.

“Awake?" he asked, his deep, rumbling voice ending with another kiss on the neck.

“Y- Yeah," mumbled back Kaiman as he attempted to lift his chest… But he was too weak and his belly too heavy.

“That's good; I don't want to hurt you," answered the Oni with an attentive tone as his eyes turned to the door, then back to Kaiman.

“I am good… It's fine. It was good serving you. You don't have to stick around," said Kaiman, confirming there were no issues and his client could leave. But the Oni's eyes observed Kaiman. Rather, he was entirely dedicated to Kaiman.

“… I mean. If you need to," he excused himself, his voice croaky.

The Oni nodded thoughtfully while he kept stroking. He had something in mind, and Kaiman… Kaiman could feel it.

“Is there a problem?" asked Kaiman, lifting his head… And cringing.

“There is one," breathed the Oni as he leaned to guide Kaiman into another kiss, not an invading one. But his saliva tasted still as good for the few seconds that kiss lasted. “I have an offer for you, Doll."