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“Oooooh, that's a good fit right there. I love that~" Nick purred to no one in particular. He was alone in his bedroom with over a hundred eyes on him, all focused on the towering black dildo he was currently stuffing up his ass. His back was to the camera and the laptop it was hooked up to. A pillow sat on the hardwood floor where he knelt to protect his knees while going down on that dense rubber pole, absorbing its equine-fashioned length inch by inch. His tailhole, normally pert and dainty, clung to its girth greedily. Nick made sure to grab one cheek and pull it aside so his audience could see it yawn and swallow that enormous toy recently purchased for him by one of his fans.

It was a bit of a juggling act, acting out how much he loved taking all that dick while monitoring his progress on the screen behind him. He loved the feel of it stretching his hole and grinding upon his boyspot, sure, but it wasn't enough to make him moan on its own. He had to play it up for the guys watching. A silent protagonist was a boring protagonist. Once he'd slipped down enough of the dildo his face started peeling into frame from the top. He saw his face gussied in makeup, an added bit of feminization to go with the black pantyhose that clung to his thighs. His jaw was parted into an erotic O-shape. He made his eyelashes flutter gaily. Looking into the camera lens he felt the many horny men begging him to continue, their words of encouragement pouring into the live chat. The donation tracker counted $176. A pretty penny, but he could've gone for more.

Nick stopped within just a couple inches of the dildo's hilt. His eyes rolled in a theatrical swoon. “Oh… God, it's so big," he whined. “I don't know how much more I can take. God, it feels so good in my pussy. I think it's enough." Indeed, it stuffed him to the brim. A knot of density had punched into his bowels where he could feel it with his fingers by rubbing below his navel. But by no means was he at his limit. He'd taken bigger ones before just to train himself. His pouty protests were encouragement for more donations. Sure enough, he saw a $20 message pop up on the feed. It coincided with a cheery ding noise that made Nick's ears perk. He read it aloud. “'Be a good girl and take the rest of that cock. I know you can. Be a good girl and cum too.' Thanks, MaximG1918. Mmmm… OK. I'll try, but I don't make any promises." Inside Nick was grinning ear to ear. That's how you hustle.

He feigned getting ready for the next two inches by taking some deep breaths. He arched his back and with one smooth move pressed more of his weight on the dildo. It slid deeper into his ass with an audible thhp, further ensconcing itself into his belly until at last he felt the kiss of those fake rubber balls on his buttocks. He punctuated the achievement with a long, tongue-lolling sigh. “Ohhh! Yes! Uhhhh… That's so good. Uhhhhh…" He rolled his behind left and right, swooshing his fluffy fox tail in the air along the way. His legs repositioned beneath him to get into the squat position, better for penetrating himself. The muscles in his legs bulged against the skin as he propelled himself upwards, gliding that dilated pucker of his up to the dildo's flare and then promptly going back down.

“Ohhhh~ Yes… That feels so good. Ohhhhhhh~" His body rode the dildo in a fluid series of ups and downs, the murmur of flesh on silicone rumbling in the ears of those wearing headphones. That onyx shaft glistened in the moisture of lube and bodily moisture. The sphincter would bulge around the flare when he brought it there just to sink in on the following plunge. He had the acting chops to make it sound like a first time experience, but his moves were too fluid to not have been practiced.

Not that anyone cared. Nick heard more dings as the money started rolling in. Between moans he would read aloud usernames and thank them; it ensured repeat customers. There were requests for him to turn around so that they could see his cock when he came. He would eventually, but for now he had to please the ass crowd which took up a sizeable portion of his audience. He pretended not to notice them for a few more minutes, taking his time to break in his new toy and better familiarize himself with its every bump and nudge.

Soon he made a deliberate glance at the chat. “You guys… Mmm… Want me to turn around? See me cum? Hahhh… OK. Just give me… Mmm… A sec." He slowed to a stop and pried lifted himself to the dildo's summit. There his pucker popped open around the flare and then fell shut, albeit with a grisly shape lathered in lubrication. It left a pleasant vacancy in his bum and his guts. It felt good to rub his tummy where that knot of rubber had been. “Whoooo… That's a big one." He flicked his tail up to show off his butt one last time before turning around to face the camera. Flopping ahead of him was his blood red dog cock, already swollen at the hilt with his half-burst knot. A slimy tendril of precum oozed from the slit, connecting him to the hardwood. After kicking the pillow aside he placed his feet astride the dildo, lowered himself on it, then swallowed the head again.

“Ohhhhhh yeah~" Down he came, absorbing it to the hilt in one smooth plummet. Now his fans could better see his face highlighted in mascara, its many inflections and contortions representing the joy of having his prostate crushed. They could also see the round bulge that grew out of his tummy, reaching from his pelvis up into his navel every time he went down to the balls. The whole time he remained vocal, that normally masculine tone of his cracking into a boyish falsetto. “Ohhhhh~ Yes… Oh, it's so good. Mmm! Hahhh… It's gonna make me cum. Oh God…"

He rode the dildo for as long as necessary, twitching his ears and reading names every time the laptop dinged. He was begged to cum, to ride that fuck stick until he spewed. Their wish was granted soon enough when Nick's pitch began to soar. “Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Huhhh! HUHHH~!" He slammed his ass down on the final plunge, reaping the delight of his new toy and spewing ropes out his cock. “Nyuhhhhhh~!" His dog knot burst. The muscles in his legs started quaking violently. The ecstasy-torn expression on his face wasn't acting. His whimpers did not taper away even when his orgasm did. The afterglow was too strong. Nick was left there in a deep squat, forced to balance on quivering legs and a fat cock while pearls of his seed sat on the hardwood in front of him.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The money was raking in. Looking at the donation counter he saw a nice and healthy $311. A good haul. He smiled into the camera and at his fans, many of whom had no doubt shared a climax with him. “Mmmmm, thank you so much guys. I had sooo much fun using this." He bit his lip. “Mmmmm, my pussy feels so good. Huhhh… I'll definitely be using this bad boy again in the future. Thanks again to AdidasBoy for buying it for me. I love it~" Nick climbed off the dildo again, making it wobble once it popped out his bum. After one gay flash of his backside to the camera, he bent over and blew his viewers a kiss and a wink. “Until next time sweethearts. Toodles." Then he killed the recording and ended the stream.

At once his persona melted away, and he let out a deep throaty groan. “Jesus Christ, that was a long one." Nick stretched his arms above his head and bent his back. The void left by the dildo was still thrumming in his guts; it wouldn't leave until a while from now. Same went for his erection held in place by the angry swell of his dog knot. He'd have to clean up the mess he'd made on the floor shortly lest it stain the polish. It was fun livestreaming for an audience, but the set up and the clean up was always a pain in the ass. Oh well. It was always worth the money. In two days he'd be at it again, stuffing his ass full of toys and making himself cum so a bunch of horny simps would throw money at him. 'It's a livin'' he'd say about it.

After popping the dildo off the floor he went to the bathroom to rinse it off and fill the sink with disinfectant to get it perfectly clean. After peeling out of his pantyhose he spent some time in front of the mirror with some alcohol wipes to get rid of all the makeup he'd spent so much time getting right. At last he took a long hot shower, both to clean the lube mucked up between his cheeks and to rid the fatigue in his leg muscles from riding the dildo so strenuously. Once he was nice and clean he hopped out and threw on a big fluffy bathrobe. It was time to relax.

He spent the remainder of the night on the couch, watching TV and drinking beer while the city of Zootopia hummed and hiccupped right outside his window. How many of his fans shared the city with him he did not know, nor did he care to find out. They would live out their degenerate lives just as well as he did, though he hoped that meant never bumping into someone who recognized him on the street. That was part of why he wore so much makeup: it hid the contours of his face.

It grew close to bedtime after 11pm. With a trio of empty beer bottles on the coffee table he stood up with a yawn. He didn't know what he'd do tomorrow. Maybe hang out with the guys he used to hustle with at a bar. Nick rarely planned his days ahead unless it was related to his career as a camslut. He hit the power on the TV remote, plunging his apartment into an eerie black lit only by the distant streetlamps. He wandered into the bedroom with his paws in the pockets of his bathrobe and walked up to the bed, ready to shed himself nude until he spotted his phone on the nightstand. On a whim, he clicked the on button to see if there were any notifications.

There was one, an email telling him that he'd gotten a DM in his OnlyFans. It offered the first few words of the message: “Hey, Nicky! My name's Tomm…" The rest waited for him in the email and in his OF account. Nick was already halfway out of the bathrobe He was tired. It was late. He wanted to go to bed. But his self-inflicted protocol dictated that he read and respond to fan messages ASAP, so with a groan he unlocked his phone and opened the OnlyFans app.

Nick opened his messages and saw the fan's username in bold. Beneath his message was a plethora of horny comments usually asking for personal images or a chat. Rarely did they ever have an introduction as cheery as this Tomm… fellow's. Nick opened it and sat down on the edge of his bed to read it.

Hey, Nicky! My name's Tommy Giancino of Hard & Soft Productions. I'm an adult film producer and I've come by your content recently. I love what I'm seeing and think you have a lot of potential to fill as one of our dedicated stars! We have an extensive catalog of films and a roster of actors and crew members who all have happy careers with us. We'd love for you to be a part of that!

If you're ever interested in having a chat and maybe discussing a deal, please contact me at T*************@zmail.com

Nick read the message a couple more times to make sure he'd gotten all of it right. A porn producer? This was his first time ever hearing from one. Did they usually go around OnlyFans or Twitter looking for sluts to hire? It smelled really fishy. Nick was afraid that if he even sent an email to that address it would invite some kind of malware. But it had aroused his curiosity. He went to Google and searched Tommy Giancino.

It turned out he was a real person, and he was in fact a producer of a porn studio called Hard & Soft. The main website was the first link to come up plus some images of the studio's logo. In the image results was the face of a short and stout ringtail lemur fellow smiling brightly behind a pair of square-rimmed glasses. He had a LinkedIn profile too, one that listed him in big bold letters as an Adult Film Producer. OK, so the guy is real. But is it really him that messaged me?

Nick opened the Hard & Soft website and was greeted by an array of lewd images that included naked men with either enormous erections or chastity cages wrapped around their cocks. Damn. Well, it certainly looks up my alley. In the About Us page he found Tommy's name and an email, T*************@zmail.com, exactly what was in the message on OnlyFans.

Nick sat on his bed for a while longer, looking at Tommy's email and then the message he had sent him. Maybe there's some money in this. I always wanted to be a star. But what kind of star? Would he even be a star at all? The possibility that this was a prank was still very real. The image Google presented of Mr. Giancino certainly didn't fit the archetype of a porn producer. Nick scratched the back of his head. I guess there's only one way to find out. What's the worst that can happen? Nick went back to the message on OnlyFans. Without questioning what he was doing anymore, he copied Tommy's email address.

***

Nick dealt with the idea that he'd find an empty cafe since leaving his apartment. Tommy had suggested the place in their conversation over email. “It's a nice place that emphasizes privacy," Tommy had written. “So nobody can hear the lurid details of our conversation. Anything you want for lunch will be on me." Nick could see that he wasn't lying about the privacy part. The booths were cordoned off from one another by thick granite walls that had vines crawling up their sides. It was a comfy looking place with a sleepy atmosphere, if also a little expensive. Good thing he's covering lunch for me, if he's here at least.

Indeed he was. Nick was looking around when he saw Tommy in one of the booths looking at something on his phone. It was in fact the same man Nick had seen on Google, the short, stout lemur wearing a button up shirt and some nerdy-looking glasses. He didn't notice the fox walking up to his booth until Nick rapped on the table twice, startling him. “Hey there," Nick said. “Tommy?"

Tommy's face lit up, stretching the black mask around his amber eyes. “Nicky!" He shot up from his seat and shot his paw out for a shake. “It's nice to meet you! Thanks for coming out here to talk."

Nick shook his paw. “No problem. And uhh, just call me Nick."

“Oh yeah, sorry."

Nick shrugged it off. “It happens. I think about everyone who knows about me knows me as Nicky."

Tommy cackled. “For sure. Please, have a seat." Tommy scooted to the side cushions of the booth so Nick could sit opposite of him. “There's a button right here if you want a waitress to take your order. Like I said, this place is all about privacy." He tapped a square yellow button in the wall.

“I see. That's pretty cool. I might get something."

“Please feel free. Like I said, it's all on me."

“Thanks, so you found me on OF, eh? Looking for talent?" Nick sat back in the booth with his arms crossed and one leg kicked over the other. Looking Tommy up and down he didn't peg the lemur as the sleazy type, something he and most people attributed to his line of work. Then again, most people look at me and don't think camgirl.

Tommy nodded. “You caught me. It's usually not something I do often. Talent comes to us, but I've been on the prowl for someone special. I'm very confident I've found one in you, if you're interested."

“Oh yeah?" Nick glanced into the rest of the cafe. There were only a few other folk, maybe five or six, in the other booths. Where he sat felt private, but that didn't mean he was so eager to discuss porn. “And what impressed you so much, exactly?"

Tommy wasn't so hesitant to speak on the subject. “Well, for one you take dick like a champ. I've never seen someone your size take a horse dildo like it was nothing. And it was flared. You must've been practicing a long time."

Nick snickered. “Well, what's 'practice' to you is just having fun to me. Yeah, I've been doing butt stuff for a while. It's what gets me off." Nick felt no shame in his profession, but saying it outloud and in public generated some level of anxiety. Once again he looked out into the cafe to see if anyone heard.

Tommy caught him. “Don't worry. Nobody can hear us. You wanna talk about this somewhere more private? It's no big deal."

Nick shook his head. “Nah, it's fine. Just not used to talking about this stuff to other people. I live alone and none of my friends know I do this stuff. My mom doesn't either."

“That's alright. Well, if it's not a problem, I'm looking to making you way more popular than you already are, and you've got quite the fanbase already."

A proud smirk lifted Nick's mouth. “Top 2% on OnlyFans."

“Hell yeah. That's awesome. I saw what you racked up your last stream. People love you, and I totally see why. You don't just take stuff up the ass well. You've got a persona that's attractive like a magnet. It reels people in. It reeled me in. I saw you walk in here but I swear I didn't recognize you. Nick and Nicky are like two totally separate people. It's like magic."

Nick scratched the side of his nose modestly. “C'mon, Mr. Giancino. Don't make me blush."

“Please, call me Tommy, and I mean it. Someone with your talent and that kind of aura is one in a million. That's why I was so eager to talk to you. That's why I want to make a deal with you and have you on the team."

“Well, Tommy. You've got my attention. What kinda deal you have in mind?"

Tommy grew more serious. This time, he spoke in a low tone as if someone could've been listening. “Nick, I wanna turn you into a woman and have you as one of our premier butt sluts."

Nick blinked. Well, I wasn't expecting that. “You want to… turn me into a chick?"

Tommy nodded. “I want Nicky to be real. You've got so many adoring fans who love seeing you fuck yourself. I want to take it to the next level. I'll pay for all your treatments and pay you handsomely."

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up." Nick sat upright and pinched his nose, gathering himself for the sudden turn in the conversation. “Treatments? You're not talking about me acting like a woman. You want me to be a woman."

Tommy nodded enthusiastically. “That's right. I want Nicky to be real. Don't you?"

Nick didn't know the answer to that question. “I mean, Nicky is a persona of mine. He's a character I play to look sexy to my fans. I can't be her 24/7. Like I said, none of my friends know about what I do."

“That's why I'm willing to pay you so much."

That isn't the problem, you dickhead. “Well, OK. How much?"

“2400 a week. I'll do the math for you. That's about 125,000 a year."

Nick's stomach did a twist. Holy shit. He tried not to betray any reaction, but a nervous gulp pulled at his throat and his ear twitched. “Well, alright. That's… a hell of a lot more than what I make now."

“I know it is, and I'll still be covering the treatments. As for your friends and family, don't they want you to be happy? Don't you want yourself to be happy."

Now Nick was getting irritated. “Whoa, buddy, you don't know me. I might act like a sissy in front of the camera, but that don't mean I am one and it don't mean I want to become one. I do a good job of it, but it ain't something I'm trying to be 24/7 no matter how much you pay me."

Tommy realized he'd overstepped his boundaries and backed off. “Sorry, Nick. That was inappropriate of me."

Nick realized how tense he was and relaxed as well. “Yeah, it's alright. I didn't mean to snap on you."

“No, it's fine. I'm just so excited by the idea of having you work for us. You'd make such a great fit. I really think your friends and family would be impressed and proud of you."

Nick thought about his buddies, most of whom were hardened street thugs and petty criminals. “Yeeeeeeeah… I don't know about that."

“No matter their opinion, all I care about is what you think. You seem proud of your work, and I think you could appreciate taking it to the next step. You'll still be Nick. You'll always be Nick, but I think the both of us want to see what a real Nicky looks like. Don't you?"

Nick shifted his legs beneath the table. “You're really tryna crack the egg, aren't you?" As if there's an egg to crack. Is there? An image of an effeminate fox in slutty makeup, a fishnet top, and shredded short jeans flashed in Nick's mind. Nicky, the real me?

“I'm just proposing what might make us both happy and successful," said Tommy. “It's all up to you whether you think this will or not. You love what you do, don't you?"

“Dressing up like a whore and stuffing my ass until I cum in front of hundreds of people?" Nick chuckled. “Yeah, I have loads of fun."

“I know you do, and you do it pretty fucking well, if I may say. You could be having that fun every moment of your life if you give this a try. You'd be improving your life so much. Move to a new place, make new friends, have the best sex you've ever had and have so many horny guys simping for you. That sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it?"

Nick stared at him blankly. This guy's intense. If he wasn't a producer he'd make a damn good car salesman, or a lawyer. Actually, now that I think about it, a producer is perfect for him. Like how being a famous pornstar would be perfect for me. Nick was quiet for a few more moments before finally he asked, “And what are these treatments you mentioned?"

***

The box had been shuffled around between the two cameras about a dozen times just to ensure a perfect shot. The cameras were facing each other from a few feet apart, both of them hooked up to the laptop. The one farther away from it, the one that would be capturing Nicky's backside, was a recent purchase thanks to a very healthy pay raise. Nicky had always wanted to buy one in order to appease both the ass fans and the cock fans, but never had the money. Now with a much bigger paycheck filling the bank, anything was possible.

Almost anything. The box on the floor was nondescript other than its soft pink color and the plain text stenciled on top: BREAKER. Nicky's heart shuddered a little after just seeing how big the box was. Whatever's in there's going to tear me in half, I already know. But there was an audience to entertain. If the Breaker wouldn't fit, Nicky had some backups that would do the job. I'll use a big one too. This stuff they've got me on's really doing the trick. Nicky looked at the time on the laptop. 5:58, two minutes to stream. A deep breath was had. Here we go.

The clock struck 6. The stream went live automatically with two frames: one facing toward the laptop, the other facing away from it. Both contained the big Breaker box between. In strolled Nicky, a pair of pink, frilly pantyhose sucked to the shape of those legs. Coming down into a kneeling position with the calves out from beneath the thighs brought the rest of the fox into frame. Mostly everything was typical: heavy makeup, pantyhose, and a toy in its box ready to be opened and used by a horny fox. The only major difference now was that the horny fox was a woman with her penis in a cage and her sack without any balls.

“Helloooooo, everyone," purred Nicky, her timbre in an intentionally squeaky pitch. “How is everyone today?" The chat filled with positive answers. “Mmmm, that's nice." Nicky opened her legs to display the pink metal cap that she'd wrapped around the head of her sheath. The purse beneath it was deflated, sans the testes that had once made her a man. “How does this look? I hope none of you mind." This was the moment of truth. She braced for a wave of negativity. Fortunately, all were supportive. You look so cute! Lovely cage! Your beautiful. That was a relief to see. If anyone had disapproved of Nicky's transition, they either stayed silent or had unsubscribed after the announcement from the previous stream.

“Awww, you guys are too sweet." Nicky's paws came up her tummy and found her nipples. They were noticeably rounder and puffier from her last appearance. The flesh beneath them had bloated into a budding pair of apples, courtesy of the HRT pills Hard & Soft had been supplying her. “Mmmm, my nipples are so sensitive. Everytime I touch them it makes me so hot." Her mouth split open and her tongue lolled forth in an exaggerated horny expression. “I can feel it in my pussy. I want to put something inside me." Nicky looked over her shoulder at the camera that was focused on her ass. The tail swept aside for a better view, showing off how much padding she'd acquired on both her buttocks and her thighs. Peeking out from the crack's shadow was her dainty tailhole, already quivering with anticipation and brimming with heat. None of what she'd said was embellished, nor the horny shiver that rumbled through her loins when she touched her teats. She was as eager to stuff her ass-pussy as much as the many men waiting for her to do it.

She swept her tail the other way and looked back at the laptop. Greeting her was her own feminized visage, something that was soft and kind even without the heavy layer of makeup she'd applied. Her cheeks were rounder, the fur on her face more radiant. Most significant was the pompous puff of her lips which she'd highlighted with a layer of cherry red lipstick. Goddamn, I'm pretty. No wonder everybody wants to fuck me.

For now that task was up to her, and the tool to do so was sitting in front of her. One gimmick Nicky liked to employ was an unboxing aspect to her streams whenever she got a new toy. Per the rules of the genre, she never opened the box prior to the stream, meaning her first thoughts and opinion of the toy upon looking at it and using it were genuine. It was a special treat to those who purchased toys for her as they got to watch her real time reaction, although Nicky was sure to sugarcoat things sometimes. That wouldn't be necessary today with the behemoth waiting for her in the box. Tommy had promised to deliver a toy unlike anything Nicky had worked with before. When Nicky reminded him that she was a professional butt slut, Tommy simply said “Yeah, but some people are more professional than others."

“So, as some of you may have noticed, I have a new toy today. This is courtesy of Hard & Soft who you guys should totally check out. My first movie with them will be filmed and published this August." A part of the contract dictated she remind the audience of future films. It added some corporate energy to the stream that she didn't like, but money was money. “Anyway, as you can tell it's a mighty big one. Bigger than anything we've had on the show." She lifted the box and tilted it so that the word BREAKER was facing the camera. “They call it the 'Breaker', as in ass breaker. With a name like that I know we're in for something freaky."

She tried to remain calm as she laid the box back down and made to open it. OK. Here we go. Do your best. Nicky lifted the lid on the box. Greeting her was the infamous BREAKER, a 14 inch long howitzer of pink silicone modeled in the shape of a horse cock. It's length was nothing to scoff at, but it had a nigh insurmountable girth like Nicky's calf. Texturing the shaft was a network of faux veins as thick as his claw, plus the added swell of an intermediary ring. There weren't any balls, though it came with a nice, big suction cup at the base.

The way Nicky's eyes lit up at the sight of it wasn't acting, though it wasn't positive either. Something like cold dread flooded down her limbs and made her greasy pucker tighten. “Wow. Um, OK. Hehe… This one's a doozy." She hoisted the toy out of its slot in the box for her audience to see. At once the chat was flooded with holy shit's and wow's. Nicky tilted it around to show off every angle. It weighed like a rifle in her paws, capable of violence should she choose to employ it. Indeed she did, and the recipient would be herself.

“Wow, it's… really heavy. Definitely going to lube it up extra well." She held it like a plunger and slammed it suction cup-first onto the hardwood. Thoomp! It stood in place when she let go, waggling a bit with all its turgid immensity. Nicky reached for a bottle of lubricant she kept offscreen and unloaded a huge amount into her paw. Her prescribed dose of aphrodisiacs to keep her in a constant state of arousal meant her tailhole was beginning to lube itself, but for now that wasn't enough for the Breaker. She took her time lathering it from head to hilt, leaving no portion of its shaft not glazed in that sweet smelling jelly. Once it was properly covered, she wiped the remaining lube off on her tummy. “Whooooo… OK. You guys ready?" Words of encouragement from the chat. “Yeah, me too." That was a lie.

Nicky stood up on her feet and positioned herself astride the Breaker. After one last shake of the limbs to hype herself up she fell into a slight squat, plummeting her hindquarters until she felt the rude jab of rubber against her right cheek. It ignited a frightful shiver up her gut. The only thing that kept her going were the many people watching and her own needy desire to put something up her guts. Nicky reached beneath her and grabbed the dildo by its neck to properly aim it at her backdoor. Geez, it's like holding a cannon. Once in place, she came down on it again. It was like sitting on a pole bollard. Her cheeks parted around its awesome breadth until the tip was seated against her pucker. Another round of icy chills rippled through her core, stiffening her nipples and making her tail go kerfluff.

“Oh, God… It's a big one. Huhhhh…" While chewing on her lip she saw people urging her to continue. There came a ding as one gentleman urged her on with a monetary donation. “Mmf… Thank you Swanky556." She applied more of her weight. Her sphincter compacted, but did not dilate. Even with all that jelly squelching about her crack there wasn't enough pressure to make herself open up. Gotta keep going. She came down with a heave of her body. The doughy flesh of her cheeks rippled from the impact. Her clitty shivered inside its cage. “Nyuhhhh~" The Breaker was so close to her boyspot, but still so far. Her pucker was beginning to distend, but nowhere near enough to swallow that awesome warhead.

She came off the summit with an aggrieved sigh. “Fuck. Let's try that again. Sorry guys." The chat told her it was OK, though she could feel their impatience. Nicky stood up and collected herself with another shimmy, that which rattled her tail and ass cheeks. She adjusted her stance further apart and fell into another squat atop the Breaker. Soft ass flesh reunited with tall, dense rubber, and Nicky started to come down. The pressure was intense, making her jaw clench and the nostrils on her nose flare with each heaving inhale. “Ffffffffuck… Come on." Her ass shifted one way and then the other, parting more of her pucker until it was better seated around the dildo's tip. More of her weight came down. More of the dildo was consumed. More of that bitter discomfort tore at her backside and that sorely gaped portal. It was as far as she could go.

“Dammit…" Nicky stood back up, pulling a strand of lube off the dildo with her parted cheeks. They clapped together with a wobble and a jiggle. A fat splotch of aromatic jelly glistened along her crack and on her tailhole, but she remained unstuffed. She took a deep breath. “Sorry guys. This is gonna take another try in the future when I'm more stretched out. Hard & Soft's really got me on a sharp learning curve. I promise to make this thing work sometime in the future." The chat seemed to be forgiving. Nobody in their right mind would expect a person to absorb such a monstrous toy, not even the thoroughly trained Nicky Wilde. It would require patience and practice. Hard & Soft had an entire regimen set out for her. No matter how long it took, she would end up taking the Breaker like a champ, as well as the many studs waiting for her in the studio.

For now, however, she would have to satiate herself on one of her lesser toys. She'd prepared one for this exact scenario. Chance the Stallion was waiting for her off camera, its flared head and equine frame standing proud with its colors of graphite gray and mottled pink. The Breaker and its box were set aside for another day when its real time in the spotlight would come. Nicky returned with Chance in tow. It was among his largest of sex gadgets, but looked positively dainty in the wake of the Breaker. “This is more like it," Nicky declared as she brandished the dildo across her chest at port arms. “Don't you guys think?" The chat agreed. Chance was a crowd pleaser as well as a fox pleaser. Nicky giggled. “I'm glad you guys agree."

The performance began with Nicky lifting the dildo's head to her mouth and slithering her tongue around the flair. Her jaw remained hung open, breathing hot air loudly enough for her fans to hear it. They would imagine the wet and warm embrace of her tongue on their poles, especially when she would crack one eye open and peek at the camera as if to make sure the boys were paying attention. Once she'd gotten the flare moist enough she popped it into her mouth and began fellating. Soft murrs of enjoyment hummed through her nose as she passed that solid mass down her tongue so that it bulged her cheeks. After a few gentle passes she relaxed her jaw and clogged her throat. “Ulk!" She kept it stuck there for a few moments, her expression kept unflinching with her repressed gag reflex.

She pulled it out with a soft gag and then a sigh. Threads of her spittle stretched and then snapped between her open lips and the dildo's head. She licked around her maw and chuckled throatily. “Mmmmm, now this has me going." She fingered her clit in its cage while her tail swooshed in the air gaily. “God, I'm so hot. Hahhh… I can't wait any longer." Neither could the chat. She was rewarded with a couple dings. She thanked her patrons each by name, then got ready to reward them in kind by standing up and slapping the dildo on the floor.

This'll be much easier she thought while getting position and falling into a wide squat. She kept her fox tail cocked upright so the rear camera saw the dildo fall into her divide and press into her hole. It was swallowed with remarkable ease, that hellacious flare disappearing within the tight, wet fold of her backside. “Ohh! Hahaha… Ahhh…" Electric joy buzzed through her muscles. “That's… a lot easier. Haha… Mmmmm…" It wasn't just easier than the Breaker. It had slipped inside like it was nothing. She was used to Chance's immensity for sure, but it offered much less resistance now than usual. No, it's not Chance. It's me. She felt her walls cling to the silicone tightly and automatically. Looking at herself in the laptop she saw how distended her tailhole was, and yet it felt like so little. A few more inches down the shaft punched it deeper into her guts. The prostate was grinded upon, triggering a blissful sensation as it always did, but in a manner Nicky wasn't used to.

Her head swooned to the side with a moan. “Ohhhh…" What's going on? Her ass came down to the hilt, mushing her cheeks against the balls. A bulge swelled up from the bottom of her tummy and out beneath her navel. Throughout all of it was a radiating pleasure that had her entire core glowing with delight. It wasn't just her boy buzzer. The muscles in her ass quivered. Precum drooled from behind her cage. Her eyes floated behind fluttering, painted lids. “Oh God… Yes…" She swept herself up the pole's shaft, all the way to the top. Her pucker bowed around the shaft the instant before she came right back down hard enough to make her cheeks plap against the balls. The move was repeated in swift and dramatic fashion, establishing a cadence that had the sound of her flesh grinding on rubber thrumming in the laptop's microphone.

Schhhhhup! Schhhhhup! Schhhhhup! Schhhhhup! Schhhhhup!

Nicky was much louder. Her head rocked this way and that with the raw, blinding ecstasy contorting her features. “Huhhhhh! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhh! Huhhhhh!" Those watching ate it up. More rings of the donation bell echoed from the laptop, but they were ignored. The recording apparatus had been forgotten, but a flicker beyond the roaring flames of delight inside Nicky's squelching pussy. The lube she'd left in her cheeks from the Breaker had been smeared onto Chance, and yet it was paltry next to the hot, musty arousal she painted the shaft in now. It ensured a more rapid and heated pace, one that had her gasping and wailing loudly.

She came hard. It happened on the downswing of a particularly heavy plummet. She'd announced the coming orgasm with a soaring pitch in her voice, the volume swelling and swelling alongside the pleasure ready to explode. Once it did she felt it blossoming up from her loins, a ripple of angelic delight that tore and clenched at her muscles. Nicky let loose a crackling caterwaul. Her chest huffed almost spasmodically, whimpers and moans belting out each time. From the slit in her cage trickled a delicate ooze of white ivory, but it was not her ejaculation that was the focal point. It was her insides, the part of her so tightly wound around the dildo clenching and quivering so dramatically.

She fell off her high gradually, the heavy breaths and pouts still coming out in the afterglow. Opening her eyes and seeing herself on the laptop screen reminded her that she was livestreaming. Instinct brought her close to apologizing; it was a sin to ignore chat. Telling her it wasn't necessary was the great bounty that had been poured into her purse since she'd lost control: $426. “Huhhhh… Huhhhhh… Holy shit… Mmmm… Th-thank you… Everyone… I… Huhhhh…" An adorable giggle came out of her. “I got a little carried away there, didn't I? Haha… Mmm…" She fixed her stance and stood off the dildo. Scchhhhhhhhup! It barely wiggled once her hole popped off the flare, it came off so easily. Normally there was a tremendous void she felt in its absence. There was one, but she had to focus in order to really feel it. Much more significant was the tremble in her legs. Dopamine flushed through them, rendering them rubbery and difficult to stand on. “Holy shit. That felt really good. I could do that again."

Normally that would be the end of it. One orgasm and Nick was done. It was always a good idea to drag things out as long as possible before cumming. Watchers rarely had the patience to wait through a refractory period for round two. But that was Nick. This was Nicky. Though her clitty remained flaccid in its cage, her backside still thrummed with arousal, a heat that resonated through her core and made her nipples hard. Her cheeks were red with blush. “Huhhhh… Fuck, I actually think I can." She rubbed one of her nipples and looked at the chat. “You boys want me to go again?"

Ding! Ding! Ding! She didn't have to read their responses to know what they said. She grinned. “Heh, way ahead of you." With a gay jut of her behind and a flick of her tail she went back into a squat and found herself back atop the dildo. “Get comfy, boys. We're gonna be here all night."

***

Nicky's first film was less than a week later. While not her first time with a man, nor her first time on camera, it was her first time doing both. Tommy made sure to show up on set and tell her how awesome of a job she had done that last stream. “And don't worry about not taking the Breaker. Take your time with that one. We don't want you hurting your beautiful self. It was nice seeing you cum so many times. Were they real?"

Nicky was sitting in her chair in the living room where they would be shooting. She wore a fluffy bathrobe, soon to be redundant. Her co-star, a particularly handsome and overly endowed skunk named Zeke, was sitting on the couch where the sex would happen. Her makeup had been put on by somebody else for the first time in her life, and much more conservatively than she was used to. Regardless, she maintained a perfectly feminine aura just by the way she sat with one thick fox leg kicked over the other. Behind the flaps of her robe swelled a bosom well on its way to becoming a proper pair of tits replete with broad, rosy-pink nipples. More broad was her bottom, that which filled out the seat of her chair from side to side, its curvy orange flanks spilling over like an overfilled water balloon.

She gave Tommy a coy smirk in response to his question, one that struck a chord in him like she'd learned it did in most men. “As a matter of fact, yes, they all were. There wasn't any acting in the way I was screaming."

“No, I didn't think there was," said a mildly choked-up Tommy. “But you stopped cumming out of your dick, so I just wondered."

Nicky chuckled and uncrossed her legs. Pulling the curtain on her lap showed off a new shiny cage, one even smaller than what she'd worn in the stream. “Does this thing look like it can carry much anymore? Just because nothing's coming out, doesn't mean there isn't anything happening on the other side of me." She let the flap of her bathrobe go. It fluttered back into her lap, covering her bitty and utterly pointless sex organ.

Tommy cackled. “I guess that means the pills are working."

Nicky shuffled in her seat, grinding the heat of her tailhole against its canvas. Her nipples poked the inside of the robe too, making her shiver. “They are, and then some. Plus, I think I've still got some ways to go. I'll be taking that breaker soon enough, just you watch."

Tommy nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah, you will."

Their conversation was interrupted by the set director who called everyone to get in their places. The script called for Nicky to wander into the living room and find Zeke on the couch watching TV. Without a word of dialogue, she would come up from behind him and massage his shoulders. One thing would lead to another, and the film would end on Zeke shooting pearls on her backside. Simple enough for Nicky's first shoot.

It went swimmingly enough. Nicky strode into the shot with a sexy gait, approaching the “oblivious" Zeke and initiating contact. Some tender making out led to Zeke stripping her robe and suckling her nipples. They were sensitive enough that it made her moan without acting. Her clitty all but vibrated in its cage while that perpetual heat in her pussy blossomed into a fire. Zeke unzipped his pants and flopped his cock out. Massive for any species, it was nothing compared to what Nicky was used to shoving in her bum by this point. Still, she worshiped it like a good pornstar, impaling her throat on it but failing to touch snout into Zeke's lap. When Zeke palmed the back of her head and began forcefully jabbing her throat on his cock she didn't so much as flinch.

The first position was cowgirl with Zeke sitting upright on the couch. Nicky didn't have to fake her first orgasm, nor the second, nor the third. The script only called for one, and yet they rolled through her one after the other. The director wasn't about to stop her, not when she'd struck a perfect rhythm atop Zeke's lap. Once she got going, there was little that could stop her. Zeke had to pry her off and move to the next position: doggystyle. Zeke fucked hard, his many strapping muscles clenching and heaving in unison to power forth that mighty phallus of his. Nicky took it just as effortlessly, moaning, begging, and cumming all the while. She felt like a proper slut, her body able to absorb the wrath of his masculinity like the wettest, horniest sponge.

Even when it was all over and Zeke had painted her slap-reddened ass with his cum ropes, Nicky wanted more. That was the consequence- or rather the reward -of such a strict feminization regimen she'd adopted from Hard & Soft. She took daily HRT pills plus specially crafted aphrodisiac cocktails scientifically formulated to instill an insurmountable sex drive in her. Both did the trick, meaning whether or not she was streaming or filming a movie there was that base need to be penetrated simmering between her round, blubbery haunches.

Daily tasks like going shopping or cooking dinner became some level of difficult thanks to her perpetual horniness, but it wasn't crippling. An arsenal of toys at home plus a population of virile studs were always at the ready to keep her stuffed and happy. She didn't leave home without a plug in, ones bigger than what she used pre-transition by several magnitudes. More often than not she carried the ones that vibrated so that she could keep them at a low buzz. Amidst pleasant conversations with other people she would be trembling in delight. The controller was wrapped around her thigh inside the short shorts she often wore.

People were innocent to her debauchery, but not her form. She kept her lascivious body on display with woefully skimpy outfits. Short-cut jeans would barely scrape past the bottom curve of her buttocks as they grinded and wobbled down the sidewalk. Cropped tops and fishnet stockings sank into the flesh, leaving its gossamer surface to swell through the links and properly texture her a slut. Makeup was mandatory. Nicky laid it on thick, her painted visage striking flutters into the hearts of men as easily and mercilessly as her ill-hidden curves did. All served to put it out there that she was down to fuck, a signal hard to miss and even harder to ignore. The many glances and lurid gazes that prowled her wherever she went began showing themselves immediately. More than just flattering her, they confirmed how sexy she was and proved that she could have damn near any man she wanted.

And she had many. Even with a staff of super hung studs being paid to fuck her stupid Nicky couldn't get enough. Men she met at bars or whom she caught staring at her ass on the street did not have to try very hard to end up in bed with her, though to match her sexual appetite was a Herculean task yet to be accomplished even by the professionals she worked with. The guy friends she had been so worried about judging her were certainly disconcerted at first by her sudden and rapid bimbofication, but they learned to look past it the moment their relationship escalated to something well above pals. It was not uncommon for her to orchestrate trains to be run on her, that greased sex pot hidden beneath her tail withstanding the brutish thrust of a dozen or so men in one night. She turned into quite the sizequeen. Having dipped into such a sizeable pool of men meant she knew what she liked, and what she liked was whatever could stuff her the deepest and split her the widest, reaping every orgasm possible and rendering her a squealing, trembling mess.

Soon she was requiring bigger and bigger costars to film with, eventually reaching Hard & Soft's limit with their most hung workhorse, a big brute of a stallion named Jackson. The ability to withstand such phallic immensity combined with her boisterous climaxes cemented her as the studio's most popular actress. Her OnlyFans career had prospered as well. Since bragging about her top 2% account to Tommy, she'd breached the top 1%, then the top .5%, then topping out as one of the site's top 500 stars. The cash she earned from that alone outweighed her contract with Hard & Soft. As soon as it was up the studio would have to propose an even bigger one lest they lose their most profitable star. Nicky didn't mind either way. She felt she owed them for her sexual liberation, for having become the star she'd secretly dreamed of becoming. A life of fame, love, and daily mindblowing sex was all a girl could ask for.

But there was just one thing out of reach, just one accomplishment short of achieving perfection. Since her first post-transition stream the Breaker had sat in its box and in her closet, yet to see the light of day in the months of her sissification. It was always in the back of her mind, drawing her gaze whenever she happened to open her closet. Tommy had forgotten about it since there was no need to remind her anymore. She'd become everything the studio needed her to be and then some. Why focus on some gimmick? Her online subscribers felt differently. During livestreams there were always a couple fans asking if or when she'd bust out the Breaker again. She'd tell them maybe someday before fucking herself with a fuck machine that had been supplied by the studio. Honestly, she didn't know if she ever could take that behemoth of a toy. Even a legendary butt slut like herself had her limits.

But horny is a hell of a motivator. With the constant insistence of her fans and the nagging reminder that she'd never summited that mountainous dildo, she decided it was time. When fans of hers tuned into the newest livestream the first thing that greeted them was not Nicky, but that towering pink horsecock standing on her floor like an obelisk. The chat erupted with jubilation. Donations dinged away before she was even on screen. Nicky, just offscreen, chuckled to herself. So predictable.

Nicky strode into frame from the left, clopping the high heels she wore on the hardwood. Black garters sank into her bulbous thighs, the blubber bouncing and jiggling with her every effeminate step. They were choked by tight, black fishnets. A matching corset sucked her trunk into a womanly hourglass and made her bosom jut from her chest at full fluff. Nicky came to a wide stance in front of the camera with the Breaker looming between her legs almost menacingly. The tiny steel cage that capped her sheath glinted in front of the miniscule pecker it kept captive. Her fox tail did a gay flick to the side. A single paw clutched her hip with all the sass and confidence of a woman about to fuck herself stupid. “Hello, everyone," she said in a suave, throaty voice much unlike what came out of her the first time the Breaker was her co-star. “I hope everyone's doing well this afternoon." Positive and excited responses in the chat. “Mmmm, so am I."

Nicky's tail craned down and caressed the Breaker's blunted tip. “As I'm sure you've all noticed, the Breaker's made its comeback. It's been a while, and I think it's time we try things again. We've gone bigger and bigger these past few months, but it's time to hit the biggest~" Her tail swooped up into a floofy question mark above her ass. The rear camera caught the faint glimmer from within her buttocks when she reached one paw inside. Her fingers clutched the base of her buttplug and began pulling. Shiny stainless steel bulged its way out of her pucker, gaping and gaping it until that massive metal fruit popped out of her with a wet thhp! Her tailhole remained dilated for just a moment so that her audience could see the blinding pink flesh that glistened with her arousal. More of that sex juice was coated along her inner crack, filling the air with its acrid funk. It rose from the plug in wispy vapors. Nicky held it between her knuckles like a weapon, its massive conical shape bigger than her fist. “Mmmm, that's better, though now I'll need something to replace it, won't I?"

Several dings from the laptop told her that they agreed. “Mmhmm. Let's try this out." Nicky bent over to lay the plug on the floor and out of frame, once again jutting the gelatinous rotundity of her behind at the rear camera. This was before she came down into a squat and reunited her backside with the Breaker's girth. A shudder billowed up her insides. Before impaling herself she wriggled her ass left and right so that the head was ensconced between her buttocks and pressed against her quivering, slavering pucker. “Mmmmm… I remember how much lube I put on it the first time. I was so scared of it." She deepened her squat, riding the length of her crack down the shaft and hotdogging it. Her body came back up with a sexy toss of her glutes, making the flesh rebound off itself. “Not anymore. I can't fucking wait to feel this beast inside me again. I'm taking the whole thing this time, and I'm not stopping until I can't feel my legs anymore."

Nicky continued her sensuous grind up and down that pole. She fingered her clitty in its cage. Chills made her nipples go hard behind her corset. “Oh God… I'm so hot…" Her teeth sank into her lip, muffling a snicker. “It's not even a real man and I'm so horny. Hahhhh… I'm horny all the time. I wish I could fuck every last one of you guys. I know you'd take care of me." At the same time her ass performed a merry twirl that swung the Breaker along with it. That twisted the knife in the loins of so many fans who wished they could be there and replace the Breaker. Their envy was signaled by more donation rings. Nicky gave a smug grin. “You guys are too sweet~ If you really want to know what it's like to fuck me, you can buy my fleshlight online. It's modeled after me. I think you'll all love it."

With the mandated merch plug out of the way, Nicky got down to business at last. Her ass swooped back up to the Breaker's apex and planted itself there, once again prodding her tailhole. “Here we go. Ohhh… I can't wait any longer. I want it inside me." With a deep breath she pushed her weight down and immediately she began to dilate again. Her jaw fell open, letting out eager sighs and sharp gasps as more of her weight came down. “Nnnnn… Come on…" The rear camera caught the slow and methodical gape of her pussy until it matched the dildo's insane girth. Feeling her flesh wrapped around it so keenly was an emotional triumph as much as a physical delight. There was no discomfort or pressure, just the shivering need to fuck herself even deeper and make herself cum.

Nicky closed her eyes and swooned. “Ohhhhhhh~ Yes… That's it." Her body absorbed more of the Breaker. The slow grind of flesh on silicone murmured in the microphone. Her fans leaned in their seats and marveled at her slow but inexorable descent. She couldn't have stopped if she tried. It felt too good. Delight was glowing through her innards wherever she kept the dildo wrapped with her pussy. More and more was filing inside, making her face contort. A moan echoed through her lips. “Uhhhh… Yes…"

Down, down, down. The Breaker pushed into her guts and swelled out the bottom of her tummy in the form of a bulge. It could be seen creeping up her abdomen even through the tight curtain of her corset. Her clitty clenched and throbbed in its cage, letting out a thin tendril of precum that oozed to the floor when her boyspot was grinded upon. “Yes… Yes… Yes… Oh God…" Suddenly, she came to a stop. Nicky opened her eyes and saw herself in the screen of her laptop. She was at a full squat, that dump truck of an ass just an inch off the floor with the breaker all but vanished inside her. The chat was flooding with congratulations. Through a steady tremble of her legs she managed to smile and laugh. “Hahhhhh… I did it… Mmmm… I… I wasn't even trying. God, it feels so good."

But the job wasn't done yet. She'd yet to cum, and as nice as the Breaker felt, it wasn't going to make it happen just by sitting there. Without another word or moment of hesitation she drew herself up to top of the Breaker in one fluid movement. Her spine was arched forth, bosom thrusted, her moaning visage held out for the forward camera to focus on. The camera behind her caught similar theatrics in the way her ass performed a gay bounce at the apex of its climb before she plummeted again. “Ohhhh God… Oh fuck… Oh yes…" The tempo was long and smooth, running through the Breaker's entire length and punching into her tummy where the whole of her body resonated with the splendor of being fucked. “Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Oh God! Huhhhhhhhh~!"

Each movement was effortless, powered by her knees bending and unbending plus the chaotic toss of her backside. Tsunamis would roll through the soft folds of her neon orange bottom flesh when she came down. Beside the rude sounds of her wetness squelching was the staccato clap of her cheeks. Above it all was her voice, stretched by emotion and physical delight. “Yes! It's so fucking good., oh my God… Fuck… I'm gonna cum… Yes! Huhhhh! I'm cumming… I'm cumming!" The last few plummets of her behind came awkwardly as the spiking delight in her loins robbed her coordination. One final crash to the bottom sent her over the edge, and Nicky's voice soared into a screechy caterwaul. Her spine was thrown back with her head, the sinful wails bellowing out of her going straight for the ceiling above. Visible were the many devastating spasms and clenches that beset her pussy and surrounding muscles. With just the balls of her feet paws keeping her up such violent trembles threatened to send her toppling over.

Her orgasm waned before it could, and her voice plummeted into a set of shaky whimpers. “Hnnn! Huhhh! Ahhhh… Oh fuck… Oh God… Hahhhhh… That was just as good as I thought it'd be. Holy fuck… Mmmmmm…" She felt the walls inside her gripping the pole like they didn't want to let go. Part of her just wanted to stay squatted that way so she could bathe in the aftershock. Putting a stop to that was the malingering horniness now fueled into hyperdrive demanding a second round, then a third, then a fourth…

Nicky caught hold of herself and addressed the crowd. “Whoooo… That was so good. I can't believe what I've been missing for so long. You guys want me to go again?" She knew the answer, and would've continued even if by some malignant stroke of chance it was 'no'. Nicky wanted to hear the charming ding of more money in her purse, a barrage of which came immediately after. “Mmmmm, that's what I thought." As swiftly as when she'd begun she started riding again, repeating the same fluid movements that made her ass bounce and her hips roll and gyrate. Her fox tail swung and swayed wildly to express her delight, though not to the verbose extant her loud moans did. “Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuuuck me… Mmmm… I want more… More… Oh God, please! Huhhhhhh~!"

She gave herself more, bringing herself to another body-shuddering climax that put her shrieks on repeat. There wasn't any time for narration afterwards. She went right into working for the next one, achieving it in short order to begin a roll of orgasms that kept her body vibrating, her voice shrill, and the Breaker wet with her juices. “Oh my Goooood! YES! Oh it's so fucking good! Huhhhh! I can't-! I can't… I…" She came to an abrupt halt. Her jaw was clenched tight, the teeth snarling with effort as she tried to push herself up from the Breaker. That was almost impossible due to how weak her legs became, their strength obliterated by the thunderous quakes that had torn through them on repeat. With the need to cum harder and harder powering her, she managed to come out of the squat and pry herself from the breaker. Schhhhhhhlp. The grime-lathered sex toy came out with barely a quiver, its cocoon of hot fox flesh having removed itself so effortlessly. Yawning above it was her massively gaped hole now wreathed in a clot of congealed sex butter. Nicky fought hard not to come timbering over as she stood all the way upright. An extra long tendril of cum connected her cage to the floor between her feet where dozens of pearls had built up with her antics.

“Oh my fuck…" she said with a groan, barely able to think past the noisy chemicals firing off in her brain and sizzling in her fuck-stretched hole. She reached one paw behind her and fingered it, able to fit all five fingers with ease and mull the flesh around. It was important to bend over and aim her ass at the camera so her audience could see. “'Goddamn… I feel like a wet fucking noodle. That was so good. Mmf. But I'm not done. I want more." She pulled her paw out of her ass. It gleaned in the light from her arousal. “You guys be patient. I'll be right back."

The audience stayed glued to their screens as Nicky sauntered off screen on a pair of rickety legs. The short journey to her closet felt like a mile with how heavy they were, but she powered through. Inside the closet was the fuck machine gifted to her by the studio. It was a medium sized gadget with a battery-powered piston and a remote control. On the end of its thrusting arm was a removable head for different dildos and other such attachments. One happened to be a flat surface for putting on any dildo with a suction cup. Nicky had that in mind when she screwed it on and hoisted the device back into frame for her audience to see.

While she was putting it down on the floor between the cameras she saw the chat blowing up with excitement. “Oh, you guys know I couldn't have let this bad boy go to waste. I'm fucking dying to see how these two are gonna work together. I can hardly walk as it is right now. I'm not gonna be able to walk straight for the rest of the week after this, I know it." She adjusted the fuck machine so that it was pointed at an angle off to the side. Nicky struggled for a few seconds to pop the Breaker off the floor (her sex fluids had turned it rather slippery) before applying it to the piston. She couldn't stop shaking while adjusting the machine's position. Just adjusting its legs brought the image of her soon-to-be self on all fours, ass in presentation, hole devouring the Breaker's rampant in and out.

At last everything was in its proper place. The machine stood on its legs with the piston parallel with the floor, just a few feet above. Biting her lip, Nicky dropped to her fours in front of it with her tail cocked in the air, ready for action. “Oh yeah, here we go." The remote sat in one paw. With the piston at the forward position she backed herself on the Breaker which stood at the forefront of the machine. It split her buttocks once more and found her tailhole. The gentlest push backwards penetrated her and swaddled the Breaker's head. Nicky's teeth sank into her lip and her eyes rolled into her head. “Mmmmm… Yes~" Looking over her shoulder, she made a slow backwards crawl to encase more of the dildo. Her yawning, wet tailhole slid its way to the base, and the head sat in her stomach. Nicky took a moment to enjoy its presence there, her body latching onto it with typical greediness like it did every other thing she liked to put in her bum.

But again, just sitting there didn't get the job done. Her thumb fumbled around the remote for a moment before finding the ON button. The fuck machine came to life with a loud beep and a whirring sound as its many intricate gears spun to life. The piston jerked backwards, hauling the Breaker back with it. Nicky gasped as her sphincter was bowed outwards with its pull, then promptly stuffed back inwards upon the following thrust. Its stroke was short, or at least it was shorter than what she'd been doing when it was stuck to the floor. The Breaker would retract a little less than half the length of its shaft before returning to the base.

Nicky's eyelids twitched and fluttered. Her jaw hung loose with the tongue draped out of it. The forward camera saw her whore face while the rear witnessed the mechanical stuffing of her bum. Zhhhhh-Zhhhhh Zhhhhh-Zhhhhh Zhhhhh-Zhhhhh. She was fucked at a gentlemanly pace, quick enough to keep her visage contorted and her moans noisy. It simply wouldn't do. Nicky wanted it harder, faster, deeper. Her thumb hit the up button on the remote. The piston whirred faster, its electric motor whining at a higher pitch. Its efforts meant a louder, happier Nicky, but its strokes remained inadequate. She mustered the power to rock her body on her paws and knees, pushing forward when the dildo moved back so that the glans would bow her hole out then heaving back to pierce herself beyond even the absolute.

“Oh God! Oh God, yes! Huhhh! Fuck! I… I… Huhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Her thumb hit the up button again. Zhhhh-Zhhhh! Zhhhh!-Zhhhh! Zhhhh-Zhhhh! Harder and faster, harder and faster. Nicky couldn't match the pace she'd set for it. She resigned to just pushing back, feeling that mass of simulated masculinity pound her core and jerk her body forward. Spittle squirted through her teeth as a strangled groan belted out of her. “Hnnnnnnnngghhhhhh~! Fuck! FUCK! HUHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" That squeal was choked off by the sudden impact of yet another climax, this one stretched to the fullest by the continuous pump of the dildo. Her jaw flew open in a voiceless scream, leaving the silence to be filled temporarily by the wheezing fuck machine and her squelching flesh. Her voice came back in time, its shrieking pitch and ear-tearing volume representative of the supernova that had exploded inside her.

In the very middle of cumming her brains out she came toppling forward, landing her chest and face on the floor in a heap of violent squirms and whimpers. The remote went skittering across the floor after it came right out of her paw. The Breaker popped out of her ass rudely, flecks of her inner muck flinging off the tip and then wagging back and forth with the piston still fucking the air loyally as if a woman was still attached to it. But Nicky was on the floor, bucking her hips forward with each contraction that beset her mind and body with a continental crash of good feelings. “Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhhhhhhhh~!" She groped and pulled at her buttock, flashing the gnarly crater which still hadn't closed completely. Her most dramatic squirms came to a halt, but not the jittery spasms which clawed at her musculature and made her booty jiggle. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… I can't stop… Hahahahhhh… Hahhh… God… So good… I can't… Huhhhh…. Mmmmmm…"

She had the side of her face flat on the floor when one eye fluttered open and saw the laptop. Her crumpled form was on the screen twice. The machine was still jabbing away behind her. She looked pathetic, but she didn't care. She felt like a Queen. “Hahaha… That was… everything I hoped it would be. What do you guys think?" She got some positive messages in the chat, but no donations. She hadn't heard the many dings going off in the middle of being fucked. Mostly everybody who donated was out of money to spend. Nicky was supremely grateful. She rose to her knees, panting hard. There was no hope of getting her feet underneath her and walking.

“Mmmm, hold on. I gotta… stop this stupid thing." The remote was halfway across the floor in front of the bed where she had accidentally slid it. With walking out of the question, she was forced to do a slow, shaky-legged crawl. She laughed to herself along the way. “Look at me. What have I become?" Nothing she didn't want to be. This was the best and most beautiful she'd ever felt in her entire life. When she finally made it to the remote and turned it off Nicky just slumped down onto the hardwood. A minute or so passed with her just laying there, panting within a brew of sensations all good on their own but working together to make her a cum-beaten mess. The chat could hear her breathing and giggling just off camera, so they knew she was alright. A few logged off, assuming correctly that Nicky was done for the day. Her more loyal fans stuck around, hoping to see her goodbye.

They had to wait just a little while longer for her to gather her energy and come slithering back into frame, still on her fours. She looked disheveled and exhausted with even the slightest movements requiring energy she almost didn't have. But a cute and familiar smile colored her face even more brightly than the makeup she wore, one that rang with the content of a woman who had everything she needed. With hundreds of adoring fans watching and spending money on her, a dream job of getting fucked by studs on camera, and a toy big enough to fill her impossibly high sex drive, there was nothing else she ever could've asked for. Nicky blew her audience a kiss and shot them a wink.

“Thanks for tuning in, everybody. Until next time~"

THE END