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On the dawn of the third day after obtaining the jock, Kriss woke up with her whole body wrapped around her cock in the same way as she’d done with her past lovers, only that this one was much more responsive to the first morning kiss than the others. Her mouth was firmly wrapped around her flare and the damn thing was lodged down her gullet, endlessly oozing pre. So much so that she knew she could skip breakfast. There was no need to wake it up, for it had gotten up long before her and was stiff, turgid and ready to begin the day. Her mattress had been utterly ruined, a soaked mess of cum and pre and sweat so deeply embedded into the fabric she’d need to buy a whole new bed or a new house altogether. She’d probably do neither as she felt the stuff she’d spilled overnight ooze out of it whenever she moved. No matter how light was her touch, she felt a good pint or two squeeze itself through and onto her hand, still warm and slick.

With a grunt, the boa began to tug at her shaft, pulling it out of her gullet, inch after inch, its girth, thickness and heft making her throat distend and swell as it passed until she felt the fat flare scrape her taste buds and then, with a pop, escape from her lips and reward her with a gallon-sized wad of batter straight onto her muzzle. Kriss pushed her snout to her cock and snorted, letting the raw stink of maleness, cocksweat and unspent loads hit the pleasure centres in her brain and make them sizzle with activity from merely huffing her own stench. She rolled over with great effort as her nuts had fattened yet again, feeling twice as heavy as before, if not even more so. Her length stuck out from her crotch, forty six inches long at least, maybe more. She smiled proudly.

“Mhhh this is so good.” She stretched her legs and got up, the jock so heavily stuffed with sweat it clung to her balls as if glued when she peeled it off and pulled it over her snout, drawing a deep breath as she sucked it in and let the tainted cloth ooze its dense, salty, virile load onto her tongue. She nearly stuffed her mouth full before pulling it out, swallowing everything and tossed it on the wall. It stuck there, and it made her cock throb all the harder. “So, Opal comes after lunch, better go and get some food for her.”

Without even showering, Kriss put on her new clothes and secured her sheath, finding with both joy and a hint of displeasure that her balls had fattened so much overnight that they were straining against the hyper-sized pouch meant to keep the avalanche of cock in check. Within the time it took her to get those clothes on, walk over to the entrance, grab wallet, phone and keys, her flare had already begun to peek from her sheath and spurt rope after rope, soaking her pants until every vein of her sack was visible when it throbbed and her sheath was closer to a paper-maché sculpture. Dollops of batter oozed down her whole body since she’d passed on cleaning herself, her bare feet leaving sticky white footprints on the floor as her sack wobbled under its own weight and occasionally plapped on the ground with meaty, heavy, perverted sounds echoes.

The elevator groaned when she stepped on, but the cables held, despite their protests. She emerged from the small cabin along with a thick fog of musk that washed onto the building lobby along with a few gallons of cum that managed to overcome the gap between elevator and ground floor. Other tenants blushed as she passed, but hardly commented on it. Kriss, on the other hand, smiled and made sure to make her hips sway as much as possible, and not merely because the sloshing mass of cum stuffed inside also moved with her.

Kriss let out a soft huff and marched outside the building, balls churning in their tight little prison, flare sticking out of her sheath, constantly swelling and pumping out thicker wads of precum through the fabric of her pouch, most shot with so much strength from her overactive prostate and taint that each flew a few feet before hitting someone or something in front of her. She apologised, of course, but what could she do to stop herself? Somehow plug her cock and keep all of her ball batter inside without letting anything in? The second that idea blossomed in her mind, Kriss felt her shaft twitch and her sack lurch in agreement. She smiled as the pouch in front of her tented even more, nearly snapping and letting her musky, sweat-soaked, turging pole out in the open. Not that it'd have made much of a difference, given how see-through her pants were and how much pre was spilled.

But going where she needed to go to find herself a plug to keep her cock from gushing was a long, long detour and she wasn't sure when her sister would arrive. Yet the idea was so tantalising and arousing that she just couldn't not think about it, and the more she thought the more her balls gurgled with excitement and the more precum she spilled. When she finally did cave in and turn around, spraying a building with a ten gallon shot of precum that was essentially a single uninterrupted beam of off-white batter, her pants had been torn asunder by her hard-on and her cock was merely at half mast, now throbbing openly and proudly. She cared not for the looks, merely that she had to be careful of not whacking people with her shaft. As for not making a mess with the endless spurts of pre, that just wasn't an option… yet.

She marched, cock stiff preceding her by a good foot, steamy and unrelenting in its mission to wash the city with its pre, until she marched inside a sex shop, one where she had gone a few times before, always in the dead of night and always after making sure no one she knew happened to be there. Now she entered with her face in full view and her junk basically announcing her presence via sloshing, churning and a thick, heady reek of sex and virility laced over an unwashable musk. The poor clerk at the counter saw her and immediately pressed a button that lit up a 'Hyper individual in the store' in the manager's office. All the other customers, four in total, suddenly felt far, far, far more aroused than before as the stench of sex spread in the store and looked at the more adventurous sort of toys instead of whatever they wanted to purchase before as panties grew wet and pants tented with straining erections.

"Listen, I'm leaking up a storm over here so I need something to plug myself real quick." Kriss approached the impala at the counter who had already removed his pants and let out an impressively stiff eight incher. Her own cock slammed on the counter and began idly hosing his crotch with multi-gallon spurts, each lasting several seconds, each thick as two of her fingers. "So please, give me something big and thick and… make it nice and heavy."

"S-sure ma'am." Nodding as hard as he could, the impala pointed her to the relevant isle, ignoring both his hard-on and her gushing cock, trying not to moan when he began to walk inside the puddle that was almost covering the entirety of the storefloor. "Here we have all the plugs." He waved an arm and let her have a look at the vast, luscious, perverted array of plugs: anal, vaginal, vibrating, egg-shaped, cock-shaped, metal, silicone and more.

"What do you think could fit inside here and keep it plugged for at least a couple hours?" Hardly bothered by the fact that the store's windows were fogging up and her feet were immersed in an ever-growing lake of batter, Kriss examined the products. "Mhhh something like this?" She took one that was fairly thick, a good three inches across and, without waiting, shoved it into her cum pipe. The boa moaned, biting her lower lip as she felt the plug stretch her cock nicely, not too much, not too little. "That's…" She hadn't managed to get more than one word out when her balls gurgled and churned, pumping out a spurt well over a dozen gallons strong, so strong it made it look like her shaft had spat out the toy. Her cock bent and buckled under the strain, hosing the entire row where she'd taken that one plug. "I think that's a no."

"Th-thicker, then?" A moment later she was presented with a five inch wide knotted-cock plug roughly nine inches long. She nodded, satisfied with the weight and crammed it down her cock until the knot and then pushed that one in too with a satisfying, wet, loud pop. Her nuts gurgled as the cum began to back up and her shaft bloated with the precum it couldn't discard.

"Seems like…" This time she managed a whole two words before the pressure jettisoned the toy out with enough force to make it bounce against the walls and floor several times before landing into the pile of sample condoms on the counter, slick with fluids and warm from her body heat. "Ok this is another dud. Let's go for number three!" She was almost giddy when she was handed an even thicker beast: seven inches wide at the base. "Damn this is huuuge…" It weighted a good ten pounds all by itself.

"It's technically anal only and meant for larger species. Of the non hyper sort." The impala pushed it against her flare and crammed it in, having to wrestle with that throbbing spire that was so slippery and wild he was forced to put it under his armpit and keep it steady. He had to work around her many piercings but he did manage to not get them in his way. Kriss whined and huffed as the poor employee wrestled with her cock like one wrestles a feral snake or alligator, her cum pipe spread oh so wonderfully wide. The pop as her flare swallowed that massive toy was even louder and more satisfying.

She held up a hand and told him to wait while she caught her breath, leaning onto a wall to steady herself. The impala undressed completely since his shirt was covered in cocksweat and his fur was well beyond stained with precum and juices of all sorts. In the short few seconds the two waited for the verdict, Kriss' sack gurgled louder still, veins appearing on its scaled surface as it pumped gallons and gallons that had nowhere to go but back down as the plug bravely held its ground. Tentatively, the boa gave her shaft a few strokes and walked about, however, the satisfaction was not meant to last. As if to show off, her sack pulled up, taut and strained, her taint bulging several times its already massively swollen size. Her cock surged fully out of her sheath, its many feet of mottled flesh not merely throbbing but humming as salty perspiration covered its entire surface, making it shine like a jewel that radiated a stench so powerful the entire store would reek of that singularly powerful musk for weeks or months. With a deafening thump, her balls dropped down, tearing her pants and crashing into the ground, cracking tiles so heavy and dense they'd swollen before pulling up again.

The store shook a little bit, windows rattled and the shelves wobbled as her entire body vibrated and devoted every scrap of energy to pumping out one singular wad of cum. The plug flew out of her at several miles per hour, shattering the glass display, then continued until it met a wall, embedded itself and blew apart in a shower of silicone mere moments before her cum followed behind. A beam of white inches thick surged out of her like a tide, racing through the air from the immense pressure, tens of gallons a second, dozens, several dozens each moment. Her sack compressed time and time again, her taint ballooning with each pump, her entire vascular system fattened by the need and the deeply embedded desire to dump buckets, tubloads of pure raw batter anywhere that could witness the scene.

Security cameras on many buildings did witness it, recording every second of the five minute long orgasm that had so suddenly and unexpectedly begun. The street was flooded well before Kriss could realise, cars covered in white sheets, ropes splattered on most of the building in front, drains gurgled as her impossibly thick load barely flowed down and clogged the water system below the street. Cum poured out of her not unlike as if she were a dam reservoir being emptied, a mere conduit for her own virility until it simply didn't. She was left panting, pantsless and standing inside a store so flooded the pool lapped at her backside, slowly drained out of the broken window.

"Ah damn…" She grunted. "I guess that's what I get for not cumming before going out… or maybe it was a good idea… not sure my apartment could've survived this." The part of the store behind her had been spared from the beam of cum, but it was still forevermore stained with her stench and musk. Still, now she felt much less backed up. "Oh, what's this beauty here?" Swimming atop the pool of warm ball batter was something so very intriguing that she just had to pick it up: a mammoth of a dildo with half a dozen bulbs and a pump attached at the flared base, straps dangling from steel rings. The box it was in read 'inflatable XXXXXL strap-on, strap in and ride even the sluttiest elephant'. "Hmmmm…" Her cock was still hard but at least it wasn't gushing out so much anymore, merely spitting out half a gallon of precum every other second or so, while her balls seemed to be much more quiet and content. "Let's give it a try." Kriss murred as her sensitive cum pipe shivered upon the new insertion, her flesh swallowing each inch of the over three foot long beast like a kid munches on candy. The base kissed her flare just before she ran out of space in her cock. "Ok, now for the strap."

The boa quickly bound the faux-cock to her own with the many reinforced strips of nylon and plastic behind her flare, making sure that it'd stay on before grabbing onto the pump and began feeding her plug with thick puffs of musk-stained air. She watched as the shape of the dildo inside her swelled and grew, each bulb making it look as if her cock had grown half a dozen knots all of a sudden from tip to root, each proving to be an excellent valve for the still gushing precum inside her sack. By the time she felt that she was done, her cock had doubled in girth all over and her flesh sang with a sort of odd dull throb of fullness. The end result was far more perverted than just a seven inch plug and also much more effective. The next mighty pump of her gonads hardly made the contraption buckle even when her sack protested and attempted, with no success, to dump another bucket-sized load of pre.

"Ok, this works fine." She nodded to herself and patted the plug and her cock, then her balls in that specific order. "Hey, I'm taking this, is that fine?" Kriss turned around and saw a very much musk-drunk, orgasm-wrecked impala furiously jacking off as he rubbed handfuls of cum onto his fur and his shaft. The other customers were too busy fucking on top of a BDSM display to care so she simply grabbed a some cash and put it in the register, which was also overflowing with her batter. "Mh, alright, time to get some groceries done."

It dawned on her only then that she had no pants, her shirt was soaked through and glued to her scales by several pints of cum, she reeked, her cock was fully hard and visibly stuffed with a huge dildo, her balls reached halfway past her knees and she was very much, undeniably fine with it. Not a hint of embarrassment, not a scrap of regret of fear that she’d be arrested for public indecency or anything of the sort. She was strutting on the streets, among people that were as normal as she’d used to be barely three days before, and she was not worried about anything but what to get for lunch and dinner.

Her feet left huge sweaty and cumstained prints on the sidewalk, her balls gurgled loudly and proudly and her cock softened just slightly, barely enough to lean downwards under its own weight and no longer force her to plan ahead where she’d step in order to avoid accidentally dickslapping someone else. She was naked, she was ungodly horny, she was proud and unashamed of her size. And gods she wanted to cum so badly…

The supermarket was just a few blocks away and she made sure to not hurry up and enjoy the walk, occasionally stopping to browse for stuff on display in other shops, though sparing the poor shop owners the honour of her entering and stinking up the place or accidentally flooding it. Passing through the automatic doors of the supermarket was an odd experience: she’d been there many times, hundreds even, but now things were so very different and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. So, Kriss simply got herself a cart and began pushing it through the isles, taking veggies, some meat, and a few more products in the forms of scale shampoo and snacks. However, when she got to the fruit aisle, she found oddly compelled to stop and stare at the fruits.

Behind her was already a huge slimy trail of pre that had escaped from the seal of her plug, a mere trickle compared to the several pints per second that she had spilled while going to the sex shop, but still enough to essentially mark the entire place with her stench.

“Mh…” The boa bit her bottom lip as a hand traced over the shape and size of a melon, her lower half shivering with excitement as ideas popped into her head. She had once or twice played with egg-shaped toys, the kind that you stuffed up your pussy and laid, they’d been fun but hardly something to lose her head over or consider her entire life choices up until that point. “Any… cameras around here?” Kriss looked up and down, no cameras anywhere on the ceilings or walls. She gulped. “Fuck.”

Her cock lurched and her balls groaned as she grabbed a melon just as a very flustered skink with a wet spot on her skirt walked in on her, saw her, then turned around with a blush so deep they were turning purple all over. Kriss just smiled, pondering on the fruit in her hands. All the customers quickly did their last purchases all around the supermarket, her musk influencing their mood as pants tented, panties grew wet, hands groped and snuck inside pants and skirts or blouses, tongues lolling out. Married couples held hands and rushed in their cars, boyfriends and girlfriends in all manners of combinations began to make out and kiss their way out of the building all the while the one responsible gave that one lucky melon a long lick.

Unsatisfactory was the feedback, yet Kriss still felt an odd sense of hunger. She opened her mouth and, without any preparation, shoved the fruit down her gullet. Her entire body groaned with a dull throb of satisfaction while that fruit fell down her stomach, splashing in a pool of the precum she’d had in replacement of her breakfast. She took another melon and swallowed that one too, moaning the whole time it filled her throat, yet the hunger was still there. Another joined the first two soon after. Kriss felt more and more like a feral snake snacking on tiny eggs rather than a civilised being shopping in a damned supermarket. Then again, her cock was plugged with a dildo bigger than most people’s shafts and her balls weighed as much as the rest of her did. And still she felt so hungry, but her stomach was full. Still she felt like she could eat more, even if her gut was rather large and the gurgling of her stomach loud and evident.

The rainbow boa’s immense sack lurched and roared, squeezing itself down to half its size, pumping wad after wad of what she felt was raw cum into a passage so tightly plugged there was no way to dump all of that creamy cargo. Another surge made her buckle and sway, almost as if her sack was protesting and demanding attention as that odd hunger roared with greater need. Kriss hissed and reflected, rapping her fingers on her slightly swollen gut, whole melons sloshing about in a bath of precum, quickly digested. Before she could realise it, her fingers moved and began to unfasten the straps of the plug. A moment of clarity made her stop herself, her better rationality telling her she could not steal from the store because even her deepest and most ingrained manners could not find a reason not to shove the entire stack of melons down her cock. Then she resumed freeing her cock from its plug, barely half an hour after being caged.

The very instant she let the air out of the knots, her cock began to twitch and thrum, the muscles keeping it stiff and standing against its own weight and cruel gravity actively pushing out the intruder. Inch after inch, the toy emerged from her slick cum pipe, splattering on the ground of the fruit aisle with a wet, nasty, heavy thump, covered in fluids so warm and dense it looked like an alien larva fresh out of an egg. Without the plug, her sack sang and gurgled, spitting out several multi-gallon wads of raw batter straight onto the large pyramid of apples and oranges, most of which ended up being flung all over the place. Some even rolling towards her, tapping gently at her feet.

“MHH…” Kriss hissed while kneeling down, her balls plapping onto the ground almost immediately so big they’d swollen, and picked up a few apples. She did not know why, yet she instinctively gave it a lick and then pushed one against her urethra. “MH!” A rope of pre bathed her hand and the apple as her shaft surged, stiffer than before, engulfing her fingers. “OOOHHHH mahahhshahh!!!!” A suction force stole the apple from her, her flesh parting around it as the same muscles that had spat out the toy easily dragged the fruit deeper inside.

Rippling like a throat, Kriss’ mammoth cock swallowed the apple in less than four seconds, making it travel the near four feet of length quicker than it should've been able to. She swore she could hear the fruit splash in her balls. A dam broke, or something else akin to a limiter, and suddenly Kriss was no longer so hesitant. She grabbed her flare and shoved all the apples she had down that cum pipe herself, her hand slipping in once, twice, thrice, emerging wetter and warmer. The other fruits barely made a dimple into her flesh, each eaten and dumped into her sack. The hunger remained but it was less harsh, more… cooperative. But just a handful of tiny apples would not do.

Kriss grabbed a melon and pushed it against her flare and watched with rapt attention, mounting arousal and immense satisfaction as her cock yawned and drew the melon inside itself with hardly any assistance from her. The stretching was heavenly, the rough texture of the fruit perfect, the slow march down towards her rumbling ballsack tantalisingly maddening. The end result was all the same: a splash, a gurgle, her balls fattened and sang with eagerness. An employee, an owl who was searching for the cause of all that musk and the gurgling noises, walked around the corner and saw her grab two more fruits and, one after the other, shove them down her hungry mottled horsecock, then watched them travel lower and lower until they disappeared inside a churning expanse of sweaty, gurgling, strained nutflesh. The air around the boa was visibly hot and saturated with a thick musk so dense the entire fruit section would likely need to be scrubbed and all the fruits sold at a discount because, well, who’d want to buy a kilo of mangos and pineapples that reeked like someone’s ungodly sweaty and ripe cock?

One after the other Kriss stuffed ten, fifteen melons down her cock and each made her feel giddy, excited, hornier than before and somehow both filling that hunger and making it grow deeper. That wouldn’t do and so she just kept going until there was nothing in the large stack of fruits near her. With her balls firmly resting on the ground, titanic swells four feet wide so packed they were with melons that were quickly melting into raw cum, the rainbow boa inched her way to the watermelons. She had to work to get there, her balls had gotten so big and unwieldy she had no choice but to drag them behind her with great effort and even greater arousal. Trapped by her own junk, prisoner of her odd hunger, Kriss aimed her cock at the watermelon pile and humped, her flare perfectly lined up with one as her cum pipe yawned and swallowed the foot wide fruit into itself with shocking ease.

The stretch she felt from that huge thing made her squeal and curl her toes all the way until that too disappeared into her uncomfortably warm sack with the loudest splash yet. Her lower half thrummed and groaned, her nuts churning so visibly she could see them expand and contract around their meal and that only made her hungrier. She humped again and again, stuffing watermelons down her sack one by one, her flesh straining around the largest ones, easily swallowing those that were smaller one by one until she was once again fresh out of anything to cram down her cock. She so dearly wished to get her grabby scaly hands and empty spire onto more and more stuff but she’d swollen so big that her nuts now made it impossible for her to do anything but stay in place.

Her arousal had reached levels so high that the second her mind was no longer able to direct her energies towards devouring more fruits, she immediately grabbed her cock and hugged it, cradling the forty six inch beast within her arms as she licked its sweaty surface, sniffed the raw musk oozing out of the engorged flesh with wild abandon and savoured its warmth and heat. In the middle of the fruit aisle, Kriss began to worship herself, to show that massive spire all the love and adoration it deserved for being such a perfect specimen of raw virility. Her legs squeezed onto her sack, aiding it in churning down its meal as she used her entire upper body to jack herself off because there was no way to do it without putting all of herself into it. She’d grown too big, too full, too horny and too proud to half-ass her impending release.

She barely cared when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her balls from behind, merely shooting a glance at the perverted owl whose feathers were quickly soaking her sweat and perspiration as the small beak rubbed against her pebbly stretched cum tanks. Kriss allowed him to tend to her balls, not just because she couldn’t stop him even if she wished to, so unwiedly her body had become, and merely resumed giving all of her undivided attention to her cock. She sniffed, licked and kissed, she stroked, pumped and squeezed, she snorted, rubbed and lost herself in her mammoth pride, admiring the sheer complexity of its vein network, the mottled flesh forming hypnotic patterns as precum belched from up above and rained down onto her and her helper. She threw all caution to the wind, moaning at the top of her lungs while swallowing pints of precum and letting tens of gallons wash down onto her. Each flex of her balls brought her closer to the ground, the twin spheres shrinking ever so slightly, inch after inch as their contents were packed into a denser and denser sludge that weighed far more than it had the right to.

Even when she finally felt her feet touch the now warm and slick floor of the supermarket, even when she no longer could rest entirely upon the expanse of her sack, she did not stop to manhandle her cock like a wrestling partner turned lover, the owl behind her dutifully slobbering all over her nuts and massaging them with greater devotion.

A rumble echoed as her cum tanks squeezed themselves to a third of their size, all the way down to two feet wide each, before returning to the size they had a moment before, expanding slightly even. Again they groaned and rumbled and shrunk, once and twice more, each time they bounced back they were inches wider and pounds heavier until they lifted and crashed into the floor so hard they shattered the tile and began pumping their creamy cargo out of the many feet of Kriss’ engorged meat spire.

The sludge was so thick it took seconds to travel, almost like it was fighting some sort of blockage, bloating the four feet of her length one by one until they erupted out of her flare like a geyser. What had happened at the sex shop was barely an appetiser compared to the sheer immensity of her output in that very moment: tens of gallons a second, all aimed upright, blasting a hole through the plaster ceiling above until her arms grew too tired to hold onto the rampaging beast that was her cock and she simply let it go. Now aimed mostly forward, her cum arched for whole yards through the aisles, knocking down everything in its path as more and more and more spunk waited to make even more of a mess behind that initial torrent.

The windows of the entire supermarket shook and wobbled, the floor almost instantly flooded from the frozen aisle to the wines and the doors at the very front behind the cash registers, a layer of raw cum a foot deep before the first pump had even stopped. The second ungodly flex of her six foot wide nuts brought forth just as much batter if not even more, a beam ten inches wide stretching her shaft oh so wonderfully wide, dumping countless gallons of fruit-flavoured seed all over everything. Each of her pumps made her sack shrink and swell, their scaled surface tense and dimpled, her taint impossibly fattened, possibly in a permanent fashion so much cum it was pumping, her shaft twice, thrice its already massive girth. Every pump lasted not seconds, not even tens of seconds but a whole minute or two, each hardly lesser than the ones that came before even as the two-thousandth gallon of batter joined the lake of spunk around the two. All throughout her orgasm, Kriss didn’t stop loving her cock and the owl didn’t pause his worship of her virile backside, burying his own shaft into the creases of her sack and his whole head between her cheeks, kissing and making out with a pucker that was increasingly fat and puffy from the sheer amount of pheromones and hormones raging inside the boa’s body.

Oddly, her chest remained the same size even as her lower half gained inches in length, girth, thickness and pounds of weight, though she did not care at all. Why would she worry about still not needing a bra when she was cumming hundreds of gallons of raw cum every few seconds and her cock was as big as the rest of her? Her sister was the one that had the big tits.

“Ah!” The thought broke past the cover of bliss, allowing Kriss to regain some of her higher brain functions while deep within her orgasm, still cumming tubs each seconds, still shivering from head to toe, still with an owl buried beak-deep inside her now plump and fat tailhole. “Mh, where’s my groceries?” She looked around and saw her cart swimming inside the knee-deep pool she’d spilled and then at the clock set high and far enough from her that it’d been spared from the most of her loads. “Crap, she’s coming in… ah fuck twenty minutes!” She’d apparently been cumming for half an hour straight now, and she was still not completely done. Instead of being worried about that, she only felt hornier at the idea she could cum so much and not be done. Her cock flexed and surged, the output just ever so slightly lower.

Bit by bit, hundred-gallon spurt after hundred gallon-spurt, Kriss slowly came down from her high. Her cock softened, her balls no longer thrummed so loudly and violently, having shrunk down to only four foot wide each. It still took her fifteen minutes for the torrent of batter to stop being so strong that she couldn’t walk properly. Only when she was pumping out about a gallon of precum per second did she feel that it’d be a good idea to leave the place. She grabbed her groceries and rushed out of the store, before turning around, wading all the way back in to grab the dildo-plug and tossing it with the rest of her purchases, leaving behind an owl that had sniffed her ass for so long he’d likely not get that stench out for a long long long while.

Pushing the cart with her cock soft and back in its sheath was much easier, as was power-walking her way back home, even if the sloshing, gurgling and the soft rubbing of her massive nuts against her inner thighs was so very tantalisingly pleasurable. Kriss’ musk made sure she’d be smelled and seen from afar, leaving the path before her empty, the precum she’d spilled on the way to the store still slick and fresh, though soon replaced by several more times the amount as her sheathed shaft belched wads more potent than most people’s entire loads every second, often spewing forth thicker ropes still as her balls rubbed the right way or plapped onto the ground and dented the decorative path tiles.

“Come on… hurry up you clunky piece of…” The elevator in the lobby took too long and by the time she was stepping on it, making the entire thing creak and almost flash the warning sign for excess weight, several dozen feet of space around her were washed clean with fresh pre and the windows had fogged up. “Ugh, I hope she’s not arrived yet…” The elevator cabin quickly filled, precum flowing from the gap under the door down in the shaft, her output splattering onto the doors, her nuts gurgling softly as they kept on digesting the fruity meal she’d given them as fresh batches of cum were brewed in their depths.

With heavy steps she emerged from the elevator and turned the corner that led to the hallway where her apartment door was. Her pace slowed when she saw that someone was waiting for her, a nearly perfect copy of herself, save for a more dark colour of scales and a rather stark lack of a person-sized cock and beachball nuts. Kriss’ twin turned around and smiled, nose scrunched as the thick stench of cock, cum, sex and sweat wafted all over the floor, thicker than what was already oozing out of the door.

“Hot damn Kriss… what did you do?” Opal gulped as she hastily dragged her purse over the very wet and damp spot on her pants, her nipples so hard they poked through the t-shirt she wore. She was braless as always, which Kriss had never minded, she wasn’t into girls, but now that she had so much cock and a libido worse than a teenager’s to contend with, those soft FF mounds were a curse rather than a simple fact of life. “Oh heavens.” The twin covered her snout as the lighter coloured boa’s sheath stirred and spat out a foot of cock right then and there, followed by a one two three four spurts of pre right onto Opal’s lower half, each delivering a gallon or more of thick warm batter. “Uhm are you doing ok?”

“Ah, it’s all rather fine.” She lied. “Alright, it’s a damn mess. Sorry for being late, I was…” Kriss did her best to come up with a good excuse for her lateness and for the state she was in, but either her half an hour long nut had robbed her of all of her smarts, or she just had no way to cover up the reality of her situation. “... I was sort of busy flooding the store.” She held up the grocery bag and the thing leaked a few blobs of cum. “Mind if we go in first? I am leaking a bit.”

“O-oh uh sure sure.” Opal took a step back and let her sister open the door.

A small river of mostly cooled cum washed out before either of them could walk in. Kriss blushed a bit as the sludge lapped at her bare feet and ankles and Opal’s nice shoes for a good few seconds, right alongside a blast of dense musk. Once the tide was over, they walked in. Opal hesitated to sit anywhere in the living room as every bit of it was covered in cum, not to mention that there was the large breeding mount and a stack of barrels overflowing with spent seed, so she grabbed herself a chair in the kitchen. The more the dark-coloured boa spent in that musky apartment, the more her nipples stiffened and her panties grew moist and heated.

“Sooooooo uhmmmm you got piercings?” She wasn’t sure what to say: last time her sister was as normal as she’d been her whole life and now she had a cock and balls that made her pussy tingle and reeked so much of sex it was unbelievable. Kriss looked down and chuckled.

“Yeah, got them yesterday. I was going around searching for clothes and I found this little parlour that had them and I thought that it’d be nice and fun to get them. You know I’ve always been the sort of girl that doesn’t try anything wild.” Kriss patted her cock and it throbbed in response. Part of her mind wondered how did the piercings match her size even if she’d gotten bigger, part of her knew it was the same sort of oddity as the rest of the things happening to her. All in all, she looked fine, she was huge and she was blinged up. Opal raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“And how come you’ve got… all that going on down there?” Her twin was doing her damned best to avoid looking at Kriss’ lower half, but there was so much openly jiggling and wobbling and churning and groaning, not to mention the spurting and blasts of precum splattering onto everything her sheath was pointed at. Mostly the groceries. And if it wasn’t the groceries, all of that warm batter oozed down onto the floor. “Asked a witch or something? You did always love cocks a lot.”

“I do not love cock, Opal, I adore it.” Kriss smiled and patted her own shaft, accidentally giving it permission to swell another full foot out, several piercings popping out of her sheath as the flare intermittently expanded with each gallon-sized spurt of pre. “I just stole a very cum soaked jockstrap from a customer, wore it as a prank and now I got junk that is, frankly, the best thing ever.”

“So you went from having no dick to all of that in one single day?” Opal’s mental barriers to the charms of her twin sister’s massive cock were being eroded by the stench and musk and the godly sight before her. How could a woman in her prime not feel at least a bit aroused by such massive dick? Sure, it was her sister’s magically manifested dick but damn if it wasn’t a fine one she’d have jumped on already had she been in a club.

“Nah, first day it was just like, a foot long? Spent the whole evening just jacking off on the couch.” She smiled and her cock throbbed again, growing longer and thicker as blood fuelled it. “Sucked myself off for an hour, flooded the apartment. I had to take a day off from work yesterday because I couldn’t stop cumming. Ordered the breeding mount, had fun with it.” Precum slathered groceries went into the fridge one after the other, the warm fluids steaming upon contact with the refrigerated air, forming a salty, musky sort of condensation waterfall that washed onto the floor.

“How exactly did it grow?” Opal gulped, her hands quietly, secretly moving down between her legs and sneaking into her pants, making her hiss softly as she felt upon her fingers just how wet and sensitive she was growing to her sister’s heady stench.

“Dunno… maybe because I keep wearing the jock? It’s comfy and makes a wonderful night support.” Kriss shrugged and finally put the last of the things she’d bought into the fridge, licked the precum off her fingers and then tossed the dildo-plug onto the table, barely a foot away from Opal. “Maybe it was a bad idea but I honestly don’t care. I am so very happy and in case this is not permanent, well, better make the best of it until I can, right?” The paler rainbow boa chuckled and stretched a bit before sitting down in front of her sister, her cock now three feet long, just long enough for it to brush against Opal’s legs, making her wince and shy away. “And if it’s permanent, I now have the cock of my dreams.”

Opal was hardly listening to her sister muse over the wonders of having a cock, too busy masturbating stealthily, her fingers shlicking in and out of her sodden pussy as that massive shaft bapped her legs, leaving huge sweaty prints on her pants. The stench was growing thicker, somehow, her cheeks were flushed and all that she could think was the size of that cock, all she could smell was the musk of that cock, all she could hear was the churning and splatters of precum. Even her sense of taste wasn’t spared as the sheer virility of Kriss’ junk oozed into the air and made her tongue tingle as if she was actively slobbering over the raunchiest bits of her sister’s balls.

“So, as I was saying, it is good as hell, even if today I flooded two different stores while trying my best not to cause a ruckus.” Kriss shrugged again and poured herself and Opal a glass of water, which her twin drank immediately just to cool herself off. “Which is why I was late to come here. Spent half an hour cumming at the supermarket and lost track of time. Was fun though.”

“God that’s hot.” Opal blurted out before quickly covering her mouth. “I-I-I me-mean that it’s hot… in here. So hot.” She fanned herself to cover up the blush spreading across her snout.

“Of course it’s hot. I’ve got a massive cock, this thing bleeds heat like crazy. Stinks up anywhere really quickly.” Kriss once again patted her shaft, this time under the table and the three and a half footlong slab of cock flexed and banged under the table with enough force to knock a bottle off balance. Luckily, she caught it before it could fall. “A bit unwieldy.” She smiled and fished her shaft from beneath the table and let it throb to full mast in her embrace. For a moment, Kriss was lost in the wonders of her spire, rubbing her hands over the piercings lining its length, caressing its turgid flesh, licking the rivers of pre oozing down as she sniffed it. “Ah, sorry.” She remembered only after drawing a particularly loud and lewd huff against her medial ring that she had a sister in front. “I get lost in… well in this.”

“I-I under-understandddddddasdassssssssssssssssss!!!” Opal murred and shivered mid sentence, eyes rolling back as she put both hands, each coated in pussy juice, over the table, gripping the edges as she buckled and humped the air, her muff squirting so hard the gushes were audible over the constant splattering of precum from Kriss’ gaping cumslit. “Ffffffuckckckkkkk…” Grunting like a sailor, Opal rode out a sudden, shameful, musk-induced orgasm in front of her sister, drool spilling from her taut lips for whole seconds until it went away almost all at once, the remnants of her high making her toes tingle and chest burn with desire. “Ohhhh fuck that was…”

“Were you… masturbating while I was talking?” Kriss asked, her cock thrumming with excitement. Opal nodded. There was no reason to lie, the two had often caught the other with toys back when they still lived under the same roof, more than once shared a boyfriend or a one-night stand. “Ok now that is hot.” Kriss huffed, shivering with arousal herself, her flare swelling twice its already immense size as thicker and thicker wads of precum spilled from the almost wrist-thick hole in the middle. “So hot.”

“Mhhhsssorry, but god you stink so good.” Opal drew a breath of salty, musky, ballsweat-infused air, having quickly given up on maintaining anything resembling dignity. No point in hiding when she was in front of her sister, especially not now. “FFFuck me…” Another huff, another deep breath and Opal’s t-shirt began to tear, ripped as her chest expanded, nipples digging deeply into the fabric until, with a loud snap, all of it exploded, freeing the busty boa’s bosom. “Ahhhsssssfffuck…”

“Damn!” Bits of cloth landed onto Kriss’ snout, still allowing her to stare uninterrupted as her sister’s chest bloated bigger and plumper, gaining a full cup size in a moment or so, then another, and another.

“Ooohhh my favourite shirt!” Opal whined as she reached around her now triple-I cups, which was a bit of a hassle. “And my tits! What the hell?!” She gave her new bust a few gropes and murred as the softest titflesh ever let her hands sink in and almost disappear. “Kriss? Did you do this?”

“Nope. Swear to god and all that.” Now it was Kriss’ turn to stare and ogle at her twin’s expanded assets, only that she did not even attempt to hide the fact that she found Opal’s III cup tits very, very, very arousing.

Hell, even if she did attempt to not stare, her cock would’ve betrayed her on the spot as the massive spire throbbed and surged with arousal at the sight of those mounds of heaven, the flare towering above the two by a good foot as gouts of precum spurted onto the ceiling in ever denser and abundant amounts. To make the point, Kriss even put her hands over her eyes but the throbbing four feet of cock did not stop their twitching attempt at courting. Opal, on the other hand, stopped herself from covering up her finger-thick nipples, exploring instead her bust, feeling its heft and the lack of strain on her back even with what must have been a few extra pounds of tit bolted to her chest.

“It’s fine, you can look.” Sighing heavily, Opal allowed her twin to stare and stare Kriss did. Openly. Brazenly. With clear intent. “You’re such a perv.”

“I work in a gym where guys have cocks as big as this, if not bigger, and i literally have to scrape cum off the floor and ceiling daily since those horny fuckers are basically… well… what I am doing right now, only there’s more of them.” She pondered for a moment or two. “Well… congrats on the new tits?”

“I don’t have bras this big! Nor a shirt that can fit! And you definitely don’t either!” Opal was clearly beginning to put aside the lewdness of the situation as those pesky real life problems began to creep into her mind. And Kriss couldn’t have that.

“Then don’t wear anything.” She simply said. “Yesterday I wore pants, then I kind of ruined them. I even bought a new pair that fit the lower bracket of hypers and today they don’t fit anymore so I went out with my balls out and my cock basically in everyone’s face.” Kriss smiled and began to stroke her shaft, precum-covered hands roaming over its surface. “I went to a sex shop, had a cute employee help me plug this beauty in here. Of course it did not end well and boy, the plug shot out of me like a cannon but I did find this other toy and it did work well. Sadly there was an accident at the supermarket and I had to remove it, thereby flooding the whole place.” As Kriss spoke, Opal was growing more and more interested in her story and, most importantly, no longer worried about the annoying details like where to find a bra to fit those wonderful new tits of hers. “What I want to say is… no pants, no problems. Seems like there are some perks to this. Beyond the hugeness and the…” She pressed her snout to her cock and snorted. “... wonderful musk.” The air was thick with the stench wafting from that massive spire, multiplied a dozen times over by the equally mind-bending musk of her balls which had given up on the battle against gravity and inched ever closer to the ground, bigger, heavier, more packed with cum than before. “Should’ve gotten myself arrested for public indecency today. Or destruction of public and private property. Nothing happened.”

“Fine, fine, I got it.” Opal clearly looked more relieved and rather more comfortable with herself. Horny even: she suddenly couldn’t stop groping herself, nor did she feel like she wanted to. Her tits were godly, wonderful, perfect. Despite them being so heavy, she felt no discomfort. She wanted them to get bigger, heavier still. “They are pretty good tits…” She lied: these were the best tits. Ever.

“Come on, get out of the rest of your clothes, We can’t sit on these chairs all day and I have soaked the couch with cum.” With a big grin, Kriss sauntered to the living room and plopped her admittedly relatively small ass onto the couch, though after making sure Opal had seen the very plump and fat donut sitting smack in the middle of her cheeks. And knowing how much her twin loved asses…

Opal fidgeted a bit, more confident in her new bust size but still somewhat unsure of what was even happening around her. The musk, the stench, her twin’s huge sack plapping on the ground with every other step as it bounced, the huge donut beckoning her to shove her snout in, the wetness all around her caused by an excessive amount of cum absolutely everywhere… how could a girl say no? She got up from the chair and pulled down her pants, carefully, so that she’d not slip onto the cum-slathered floor.

The sudden rush of warm air directly against her pussy was an electric feeling and the knowledge that it wasn’t some random dude’s musk getting her so riled up but her own twin… it added so many wonderfully perverse layers of fun on top of the already mind-melting stench. It was a great jump from when they’d first blown Kriss’ first boyfriend together or had Opal’s second boyfriend try anal with each of them to compare who had the best ass (with Kriss somehow winning). Oh how wonderfully new all of this was compared to many months of frankly boring sex with average men, women, herms and all the other things. So few could make her feel so giddy and horny so easily as her own flesh and blood. It was a challenge to even get in the mood often, but Kriss could just say a thing or two or comment about her latest accident at the gym and Opal would spend hours fingering herself silly at the thought. The two had never hid their lust from each other, but there had always been a third person in between, boyfriends and girlfriends alike… now there was just the two of them. No one to stop them from…

With a wet splash her pants fell on the ground and immediately began to soak into the thick layer of batter on the floor along with a steady trickle of her juices as her impossibly sensitive pussy openly began to leak down her thighs. Her nipples somehow got stiffer as she bared herself fully and sat down next to her sister who was idly stroking her cock just to pass time, same as she used to when she was bored and had a boyfriend laying around. Cum squelched under her ass, buckets of it, finding all the nooks and crannies of her folds, warm and slick and dense and oh so abundant. She came a little, moaning and grinding her hips on the couch.

“There we go! Freedom!” Kriss reached out and hugged her twin, not so subtly copping a feel of Opal’s tits. “I’ll tell you, it has been a long time since we’ve been naked side by side.”

“Mh yes…” Opal couldn’t help but moan again as her tits were groped so openly and brazenly. Her pussy squirted a bit and the juices were lost in the gallons of cum oozing out of the couch. Kriss’ cock was rubbing against her everything, so warm and fat and heavy and slick with cum. “Last time… was it with that cute guy Markus? The one with the really fat nuts?”

The stench was thick enough to cut it with a knife so close she was to that massive cock, the cum teasing at her folds only heightening the pleasure and the perfection of the scenery before her. No apartment had ever looked better than the cum-covered, musk-infested chaotic landscape before her. Even the riches of her most affluent boyfriend failed in comparison to the perfect casualness of cum splattered on walls, floors washed with seed and her sister’s scent all over everything.

“No, Markus was the one that loved to have his sheath played with. Gods I loved his sheath… so big and fat and stuffed full of cock…” She grunted as she reached down, forgetting about her sister’s tits and instead stuffed both hands into her own sheath, playing with it, prying it apart and allowing pints of juices to ooze out as her cock surged with arousal and fired a ten-gallon wad straight onto the wall behind her. “Of course… he looks tiny compared to what I have now but it was fun to play with him.” The more Kriss did what she did best, be herself, the more the other boa felt that this was what she craved most: to gaze upon her twin and to love her for all that she was.

“Sure was. He never did manage to last long with the two of us.” Opal nodded, arm outstretching until she too was touching that massive, soft, fleshy, warm monster of a sheath. “Few did.”

“Mh.” Kriss grunted and let her twin explore her lower half. She watched the more coloured of the two of them tug at her cock pouch, fingers testing its depths, its stretchiness, its spaciousness and within, the many feet of cock that jutted from her crotch. “We were insatiable back then.”

“Only back then? I still remember us double teaming that lucky football player till he collapsed on mom and dad’s bed while they were on vacation just a few years ago.” Still with her hands deep in that sheath, Opal licked her lips, her pussy virtually on fire, hands slick with juices as she dug for more ways to tease her twin. Kriss hissed, curling her toes, tail whipping left and right, cock throbbing madly. “Shame they all fell short of our endurance.” Opal pulled her hands out and licked them while staring straight into her sister’s eyes, savouring that thick ooze with all her heart, cumming openly from it.

“Pervert.” Kriss grunted, watching her sister lick her sheath fluids, the leftover cum that had oozed into her cock pouch, the precum, the sweat… her shaft thrummed with life, spurting thicker and denser wads of precum, which had gotten so cloudy it was basically cum. Or was it actual cum? What would happen if she were to fuck someone who could get pregnant?

And suddenly she was painfully aware of the smell of pussy in the air, her sister’s pussy, the fact that it was so very close and that it was already soaked in her cum. Would Opal get pregnant just from that? Wasn’t it a risk to have her sit down on a cum soaked couch? Wasn’t it wrong to find your own sister stroking your massive cock while cumming and grinding her pussy on buckets of spilled cum so fucking hot?

Kriss’ hand moved before she knew it, slipping between Opal’s legs. The touch made both snakes hiss and murr loudly, shamelessly: one felt the relatively colder touch of fingers spreading her sodden, plump, sensitive lips apart with gentleness, the other felt a scalding hot muff insanely wet and primed to be crammed full of cock. The two looked at each other for a split second, pondering, debating wordlessly between themselves and within their own minds before they simply, naturally, reasonably gave up every single notion of what was proper and what was not.

They kissed, if a kiss could be so filled with such need, desire, longing and pure lust that the couch they were on nearly tipped over and let them fall on the floor into the remaining layer of cum spilled the day before. Tongues met, twisted and coiled, nostrils flared with deep breaths as the two refused to stop for a single second. Hands groped, squeezed, explored in ways the two had done before, only that before they had been putting on a show for someone else, now there was no one but them and them alone. That was no exploration, not in the real sense, but a rediscovery: Kriss still had that scar on her hip from when she fell off a bike and hit a rock, Opal still had that one little patch of uneven scales that formed an odd pattern on her back. They were the same and not the same at once.

Opal’s huge tits made hugging a chore, a wonderful chore since they were so big that they got in the way, her stiff nipples digging into Kriss’ own mediocre pair, while Kriss’ mammoth cock throbbed and surged and tried to worm itself in between without much success. It was annoying, it was perfect, it only made them hornier for each other. Their kiss parted after minutes, how many neither was sure, but by then, the couch had somehow been moved several inches away from where it was and the walls had several dozen more spots splattered with glue-thick pre.

Parting allowed Kriss’ cock to finally find some room to sneak between them, imposing, huge enough to hide the two from each other. Yet, it did not make them falter or doubt what the next thing to do was: their hands met around Kriss’ length, fingers splayed wide as two tongues began to work that thick spire of sweaty, cum-covered slab. Opal had been smelling its stench for a while, ever since she’d gotten to the apartment, but now that she could press her snout to it and snort its musk, she had no more restraints. Her nostrils flared wide as she huffed and huffed and huffed, shamelessly as her twin did, Kriss leading the way to properly sample the wonders of her shaft. Kiss after kiss they moved up and down, tongues slathering it with saliva that was immediately washed out by rivers of glue-thick pre. They tasted that gooey deluge in between licks and sniffs, muzzles rubbing on that slick flesh until their scales glittered with sweat and oils. And with every single action Kriss’ cock surged and swelled, thicker, fatter, heavier, girthier, her balls gurgling like industrial drains as cum bubbled within, their surface taut as could be, sinking into the couch cushion inch after inch.

With each gurgle of the now four feet wide nuts a pillar of frothy white roared upwards and onto the ceiling, cracking the plaster, the paint and, eventually, the concrete behind those layers as well. But with each lick and sniff and kiss and mouthful of sweat-infused sperm-rich precum, the two felt their desires soar to ever greater heights until losing themselves in the wonders of that cock wasn’t enough anymore: Opal had saturated her mouth with its flavour, its warmth but she could not tolerate the void in her gullet. It was an odd need to have, to desire to have her throat stretched, but she had no way to deny its existence.

Pushing with all her might, the darker boa threw Kriss onto her back, vaulting across her huge, fat, couch-ruining nuts. Kriss’ cock, freed for a moment, swayed left and right, baptising new areas of the apartment with beams of white.

“Stay.”

It was a simple command, simple enough for anyone that wasn’t suddenly forced to wrestle with four feet of cock spurting ten-gallon spurts of precum in finger-thick beams. Fortunately, Kriss managed to at the very least not let her huge shaft crash down upon her front and flatten her with dozens of pounds of throbbing meat. Opal stood straight, her pussy oozing juices onto what was left of the cushion beneath and onto Kriss’ balls as she put her lips onto the cock’s ungodly huge flare and began to push. She did not want to savour it, to feel its spongy flesh yield to her maw, to feel it squeeze, hell, even the huge spurts that were now suddenly flooding down her gullet hardly sated her need. The standing boa pushed and pushed, her lips stretching as the flare contracted as if in full cooperation, shrinking just enough for that immense swell to pop into Opal’s mouth. Hardly a second passed, hardly had Kriss moaned as she felt her twin’s tight maw take her flare, hardly had she gotten used to the feeling when Opal pushed her head forward, letting more cock sink into her as the very tip began to stretch her throat properly.

It still wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough as Opal only just about managed to scratch that itch inside her gullet, a sample at best, yet it was all the motivation she needed to go further, to stretch more and to impale herself upon her twin sister’s gargantuan monster of a cock like her life depended on it. Push and push she did, stuffing herself with inches of cock, then feet, the flare bulging her throat until there was so much shaft behind it that it simply breached Opal’s stomach and began hosing it with the thickest precum Kriss could pump out of her ungodly pent up nuts. And then she kept going, that flare pushing her stomach, deforming it with its size and heft as pints, gallons of pre gushed forth. Already was Opal’s belly visibly bigger and not just due to all that dick plugging her up, but from the sheer amount of fluids her twin was spewing directly into her. Opal couldn’t have been wetter than she was, spilling almost as much as Kriss herself as she pushed herself to surpass every limit that nature had imposed upon their weak fleshly bodies. Determination got her to impale herself onto a full three feet of Kriss’ cock within a minute and by that point, the stuffed boa was unable to do anything, for the last foot was so thick and massive that there was no way she could fit it in.

But that did not matter for Kriss, whose lower half was in heaven: her twin was sucking her off and had made her life goal to go balls deep. The giraffe from the other day paled in comparison with the eagerness of her twin, there was no way to even put the two in the same playing field even if the taller and arguably more spacious giraffe throat had been able to get all the way to her sheath. Opal was more devoted, more invested and most of all, Opal was her own flesh and blood and the notion of her sister gagging onto her throbbing spire… well it was simply too much.

So stuck onto Kriss’ cock, Opal was not able to resist as the other snake rose up and knelt on the ruined couch before stepping down. She wanted to complain but it was hard with three feet of slimy, needy, gushing cock down her throat keeping her neck lined with that spire. Kriss licked her lips and rolled her twin onto her back, legs vaulted over the backrest of the couch as her ungodly fat nuts rolled off the stained cushions and slammed onto the ground. No words were spoken for neither wanted, could or felt the need to before Kriss grabbed on Opal’s head and pulled her hips back, forcing her medial ring to pop out of her twin’s lips, admiring the spit and saliva and precum mixing over her flesh before slamming herself back in.

The shape of her cock danced within Opal’s throat, in and out, inches and feet sliding back and forth as precum sloshed inside a quickly filling stomach, but neither cared. Kriss put all the experience she’d gathered in the past few days and put it all into facefucking her sister, her balls slamming into the support structure of the couch, wood bending and splintering as dozens upon dozens of pounds of churning nutflesh impacted with each thrust of the horny herm’s hips. Opal gagged loudly, proudly and with need, her hands reaching for her pussy and stuffing themselves inside, fisting her sopping wet and blisteringly hot snatch with a raging desire to be filled. Jets of pre oozed out of the stuffed snake’s nostrils, her eyes rolled back as her gullet stretched around Kriss’ girth and length ten, fifteen, a hundred, two hundred times. Over and over did Kriss shove herself into her twin, her flare often dragged so far back it once again invaded Opal’s neck before being shoved back in and kissing the bloated stomach it was overflowing with ever thicker precum.

Had the two wanted, they’d have gone on for hours, but their needs and their bodies wanted more, more and more: Kriss barely felt herself reach the climax, so engrossed into hammering her twin’s maw as she was, only realising that she had been gushing for the past five minutes when Opal’s backside began to vent what her stomach couldn’t take anymore. Having turned her sister into a bloated balloon only heightened her pleasure and made her cum harder, the strain of pumping her hips with such ferocity and desire catching up to her so fast she halted and slumped onto the other snake’s gargantuan belly. She came and came and came, leaning upon a bloated stomach, listening to the many dozens of gallons of cum rushing inside and then out, unable to watch as Opal’s ass yawned around the excess loads flowing through her and splattering against the couch and then down.

Still, eventually the orgasm ended, roughly fifteen minutes and what was definitely at least a few hundred gallons of raw cum, most of which had been pushed out of the bloated snake and now flooded the apartment. As Kriss pulled back, Opal whined and squeezed her throat as much as her twitching, cumming body could, her entire gullet having been stretched so thoroughly it felt more like a pussy than anything else. Just the act of taking that cock out made her cum several more times, compounding climax atop climax atop climax. The flare popped out with a deluge of spunk and frothy saliva, allowing Opal at long last to draw a full breath and lick her lips.

“More.” It was all she said, rolling onto her side, cum oozing out of her ass every second to empty her still too full guts.

“Mhhhh.” Kriss felt her nuts groan with pent up spunk, as if she’d not just cum enough batter to fill a small pool, not that it was shocking to her.

What surprised her was that she had felt, for the whole duration of her climax, that she’d not been cumming as hard as her nuts had been refilling themselves. The two spheres strained, her taint swollen so much it looked like a smaller writhing snake burying itself into her backside, squirming with ever thicker blasts of ball batter. Lust had never been so high, nor had the two ever felt so much physical desire for anything or anyone. Their bodies crashed again, this time onto the smaller couch, and with so much force that the thing toppled and the two began to roll on the ground, cum spilling from Opal’s gaping rump and Kriss’ endlessly yawning urethra. Their bodies slid over cumstained floors, scales slickened by sweat and spent loads, sticking to them worse than glue.

Sloppy kisses, humping and grinding made them slither away from the living room, leaving behind an utterly ruined testament to one’s virility and the other’s lust and incestuous desires. At some point Kriss lifted her sister, pinning her against wall time and time again, knocking down paintings and framed photos. The bedroom welcomed them with a warm, heady, salty stench of cock and balls so overwhelming both almost stopped to huff the stale, musk-infused air for long seconds, tongues wriggling in each other’s mouths while nares flared and inhaled that concoction of virile smells. Soaked in layers of precum, the bed creaked and groaned, as if knowing what was to come next.

Opal was tossed on the bed, her tits wobbling, cum and cocksweat oozing between them onto the stained sheets, her pussy on fire and so puffy it had doubled in size, if not outright tripled. Again no one said anything because they both wanted the same thing: to go so far that they could not ever go back to what life had been before. They had tasted each other, felt each other, explored each other so much over the years that this was just the culmination of what had to happen, an inevitable conclusion to decades of need. They were made for each other, twins, destiny had forged each for the other and now the same destiny had given one of them a huge, throbbing, insatiable cock and the other an equally insatiable muff for that cock to fill. There was no doubt that, if Opal had been the one to find the jock and wear it, Kriss would’ve been the one on the bed, hands prying open her swollen pussy lips and baring her innermost depths to her sister. It did not matter that it had been her gifted a maleness, only that the two could finally consummate their desire for their destined half.

Kriss’ flare kissed Opal’s pussy, precum so thick and cloudy it had long since turned into pure cum splattered against the first few inches of that sopping wet tunnel. It alone was several times wider than those hungry lips, the cock desperately begging to slide within thicker than the eager female’s own thighs, yet it did not discourage them, only made them crave union even more. Kriss began to push, her twin grasping onto the sheets to anchor herself and still she slid over the bed, their lust nearly defeated by the immensity of the swollen flare. The headrest came to their rescue, stopping Opal in her tracks and allowing the flare to yield and slip in.

Great was the force Kriss was putting into cramming herself into her sister that when she finally did, so wet were the walls of Opal’s soaked tunnel, that she slid all the way to her cervix in one singular, slutty, loud push. The impact of such a fat flare onto a bare cervix should’ve been painful, but how could the two ever cause harm to each other? It was simply ludicrous. The kiss of cum pipe and cervix made each of them moan and hiss while Kriss grabbed Opal’s legs and immediately, with no hesitation, no pause to think, no moment to savour the feeling of her flesh and blood squeeze down onto her cock, began to pump her hips again.

“MHHHHAHHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” Opal screamed at the top of her lungs, ecstasy and pure bliss washing over her every muscle fibre while her flesh and blood speared her muff and demanded access to her innermost depths.

Juices squirted everywhere in abundance, her tits swaying greatly, giving her brief glimpses of the bulge caused by the pillar of cock ravaging her insides, belching raw cum into her depths and hammering at the doors of her womb with still so many feet of flesh behind it. The idea that she was being filled so thoroughly and that there was still half if not more of her twin’s immense length left to shove inside her caused whatever little reserve about the direction relationship should’ve gone to vanish. There was no longer any shred of doubt, not even an iota of uncertainty: Opal had to have her sister knock her up, it was ordained by the gods themselves because how could she not? How could she be denied the fruits of such a divine dick? How could she ever dream of sharing that with anyone?

“MHHHHH!!!!” Opal arched her back as she squirted so hard she hosed Kriss’ front in a rain of pussy juice, her very body opening up every last barrier so that more cock would fit inside her, so that she could be closer to her twin and so that the two could be fully one. “MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her screams were bestial, absolutely deranged in their desperation for more and more, and Kriss was matching hers with equally unhinged guttural moans of raw lust. The bed snapped under her furious thrusts, her balls gurgling so loudly everyone in the floors around her, both up and down, could hear the rumbling of the twin cum tanks and the hammering of the headboard on the walls even after the bed’s structure shattered and rained everywhere.

There was the softest pop when Kriss’ flare finally pushed through Opal’s cervix and kissed the back of her womb like a long lost lover, immediately beginning to belch cum right into her sanctuary. Her flesh felt the oddest tingling and the most peculiar warmth upon her cockhead as the immense bulge caused by her length stretched her sister’s belly and rose one foot, then two, above the moaning snake’s still cumflated stomach. She huffed and sniffed the air, and whatever instinct her male side possessed told her that that wonderfully sweet and sticky stench that was so very clearly not her own belonged to Opal: the reek of someone so deep in heat that even a droplet of precum from the most average man would end up in a large clutch. And with the sheer virility she now possessed, there was no way average was even close to the lowest number of eggs that would bloom in Opal’s already claimed womb.

“Ggggonnannnaaaaaaaa stuffasssffff yooooouuuu sssssooooo ffffulll of eggsssssssssss…” Kriss drooled over her sister’s swollen cum-dome as she shoved one more foot of cock, her crotch now kissing the other snake’s sodden snatch. “SSssssssssssssssooooooooooooo maaaaaannhhhhyyyyyy…”

Words were useless, both knew it in their hearts and souls that every last one of Opal’s ova were claimed, but saying it out loud, even in such a bestial way, with so little brainpower as every scrap of energy was directed into fucking harder and preparing for an orgasm of the ages, it only made them crave for higher peaks. Opal grabbed her sister’s head and drew her in, their tongues coiling once, twice, thrice, the taste of cock and sweat and juices shared between them as their hips met one more time and then, with a flash of blinding hot ecstasy, the two came at the same time.

A geyser of cum instantly erupted from the point of their union as tens of gallons rocketed out of Kriss’ ungodly cum-stuffed balls, so much that Opal was filled in a split second. The sounds of cum pumped from the twin tanks was loud like a fighter jet, audible from dozens of yards away through reinforced concrete and layers of walls and floors alike. It was loud, noisy, a declaration of virility so potent the very building they were in seemed to shake from it. And it only got louder and stronger as the output rose ever higher until there was so much cum belching from the flare crammed as deep into Opal’s beyond-stuffed womb that the amount sloshing within her was but a fraction of what was escaping. Still the two continued to kiss, their hips crashing into each other as the apartment experienced a flash flood, the tide higher until the door, already battered from days of excessive loads, was removed from the hinges and a tide of batter flew out, hosing walls and halls, gurgling down staircases and elevator shafts, knocking people off. The smart and wise ones climbed up, headed for higher floors, the less smart ones were caught unprepared and were swept off their feet, carried away by the flood and, if they were lucky, knocked up on the spot as legions of sperm quadrillions strong squirmed within each gallon of thick ball batter.

Ten minutes passed and Kriss was cumming harder still, Opal matching her each and every time as ropes began to last entire minutes and carried hundreds of gallons at a time by producing so many ova that her ovaries quadrupled in size to meet the demand. Twenty minutes, thirty, an hour, a solid sixty minutes of uninterrupted orgasm that compounded on itself so many times the two were a shivering mess by the halfway mark and still refused to stop and part ways.

And when finally the two came to a halt, the entire apartment was a warzone, ruined beyond repair, their bodies entirely spent, their souls eternally bonded as eggs were fertilised in record numbers. So spent they were that they fell asleep on the spot, covered in sweat and cum and pussy juice in such vast amounts that no shower would ever wash away that wonderful stench, not even industrial sterilisation. With her cock buried into her sister’s womb, all four feet of it, Kriss spooned her twin, hands groping and playing with the other snake’s huge tits, still weakly humping and cumming all throughout their sex-induced, musk-infused slumber. Outside chaos raged as people evacuated the area to avoid being accidentally impregnated, though there was no small number of those that intentionally swam in the rushing rivers of boa baby batter or got so dizzy from the stench that their better judgement gave up and gave in.

Despite the chaos that was happening outside, the two lovebirds were sleeping soundly and peacefully within a sloshing pool of warm, salty, virile nut batter until the sun fell and night crept over the world, them having spent hours in rut, fucking away the entire afternoon. However full she was, Opal’s internal clock was too strong and in the middle of the night she woke up, rubbing her eyes and her definitely beyond pregnant gut. All the memories of the day hit her like a truck, the fullness of her womb, her stomach, the taste of cock on her tongue, the smell of her twin’s sweaty crotch, the feeling of their tongues swirling together, of Kriss groping her tits and her pussy drooling so much that she felt that she was wetting herself constantly.

Fortunately, Kriss was a deep sleeper and would not wake up before the alarm clock rang no matter what, and, considering that the alarm clock had probably floated somewhere and would not bother them anytime soon. Despite her endless stamina, Kriss had softened over time, and now Opal’s sodden muff was a gaping chasm that begged for more stuffing, her stomach gurgling and groaning for its share of food and nutrition. Loud were her hunger pangs and great was her desire to go for a round two, but she knew that waking her sister up was a crime she’d not commit. Yet her hunger was great and she wanted not regular food but more of what had sated her oh so thoroughly earlier.

Shimmying out of Kriss’ embrace, Opal saw through the moonlight bleeding through the windows the object of her desires: still half hard and leaking up pints of precum, the mammoth cock that had ravaged her insides lay free for her to enjoy. She licked her lips and crawled across the bed, pushing her snout against the huge, soft, pliable flare and huffed. Opal smelled her pussy juices on it, the cooled off cum, the cocksweat and resisted no more than three seconds before licking it and tasting everything upon her oversensitive tongue. A small orgasm made her squirt over the pillows, her whole body tensing up, forcing her to draw another breath and making her inhale the wonderful stench of sex and breeding deep into her lungs. As if the cock knew there was someone to please, it began to stiffen and harden visibly, thickening twice over, creeping into Opal’s cleavage while the snake endured flurry of little climaxes from the taste and smell alone.

Fully hard, all four feet of it began to hose Opal’s crotch, the flare teasing her pussy lips, belching wads of cum. Opal leaned back and crawled back to where she was, exploring every inch of her sister’s shaft now that she had time: she traced the curves of its flesh, the paths of the throbbing veins, the fatness of the medial ring, the contour of the flare in the moonlight, sniffing, licking and savouring her way from sheath to tip once, twice, four times over until every scent, image and flavour was etched into her mind forevermore. Still Opal was hungry and she knelt before the flare, gazing upon the gaping cumslit before plunging her snout inside, letting the endless stream of fluids into her mouth without even having to swallow. Minutes she spent like that, gulping, pulling back to breathe air and getting her tits hosed with sticky cum before shoving her snout back in until her belly had gained another inch of size.

Still she was hungry and she wasn’t the only one hungry as Kriss’ cock and her balls surged with arousal and need. Opal’s own insatiable need pushed her to cram her snout deeper and deeper and deeper until her head was fully inside that godly cock and it suddenly began to draw her deeper in. She felt the contractions of the muscular walls around her, she felt the squirming of flesh, she felt the gurgling through the piping beckoning her with promises of even more potent, tasty and filling cum to feast upon. Gripping onto the bed, Opal pushed, her neck sliding in as the cock around her yawned like the maw of a great beast, lubed by tens of gallons of raw cum that washed over her and made her whole being slick and able to slide ever deeper. The flare alone had swelled to the size of a car tire as Opal’s shoulders were swallowed, the rest of that four foot long spire matching its size with every bit of her that was drawn deeper by her need. Her tits had swollen immensely as the pregnancy had taken hold, fat swells of soft boobflesh capped by titanically plump nipples set upon areolas wide as dinner plates, forcing that hungry beast of a shaft to yawn even wider.

The two mountain swells slipped in with no small amount of effort from both eager parties, only to be confronted with an even greater obstacle: her cum-stuffed gut and womb. The dome of her belly was several feet wide, full of sloshing and churning nut batter and developing legions of ova. Her pussy gushed with spent seed that hadn’t taken root into her ovaries as the cock swallowed the first few inches of her midsection, gallons of the stuff pouring on the ruined mattress and added to the pool sloshing about around it. More gushed, her belly shrinking smaller with every gulp and push and hungry swallow, Opal crammed into a space that should’ve not been able to fit anything a quarter of her size and that yet was parting and stretching for her, calling for her to go even further in.

Her hands felt the warm, churning ocean and the tingling of sperm upon her fingertips after what must have been a short eternity spent crawling down that slick, warm and hungry cum pipe. With a loud squelch her hips were next and after that, being completely swallowed was only a matter of a few mighty throbs and gulps. The splash she made when she fell into the roaring ocean of nut inside Kriss’ nuts was almost muted by the thickness of the walls around her, the twin orbs quadrupling in size thanks to her mass and volume, spreading like bloated spherical pools over the bed, immense, huge, their hunger sated as Opal sated hers. Hands collected wads of cum that she stuffed inside her snatch, her throat dancing as she drank and filed herself, her womb singing with the fresh additions of raw sperm banging at the doors of her fertility.

Stiff as a steel beam, Kriss’ spire throbbed, belching cum by the gallon all night, and whenever Opal moved, it spat out more, its girth permanently widened by her welcome intrusion as the entirety of her grew. This was the first night that Kriss spent without wearing the jock ever since she found it and the changes were far greater than what she’d experienced before: cords of thick muscles blossomed on her frame, inches of height as her bones quietly stretched, mass added to her body from the ether until her frame was not contained by the mattress anymore. Thicker scales, stronger muscles, heavier, taller… all while Opal swam inside her nuts and fell asleep within.

was as if this was meant to be from the very start, as if all of what Kriss had experienced over the days since finding the jock were meant specifically so that the two could become one and finally culminate their incestuous, unspoken love for the first time with no obstacles or even distractions, no lies and no deceits. Opal was made for Kriss' cock, Kriss was made to fuck her sister and her balls devoted not just to fill Opal but to keep her warm within their stretchy flesh. Pools of cum kept on churning as the hours passed, the trapped snake's womb refilled time and time again as contractions and the tide of nut crammed itself into her, tens of gallons spilled a second as idle leak with each movement the two made.

When the dawn of the fourth day kissed Kriss' gargantuan erection in all of its glory, five feet long, a full foot in thickness, a flare the size of a truck tire, and balls so big they were firmly resting upon the ground, Kriss' own legs and arms sticking out of from the mattress. She wasn't shocked nor surprised, it was merely another change and it was a welcome one as she looked at her bigger frame, thicker limbs and muscles and licked her lips with hunger. Cumshot belched out of her ungodly hard cock and splattered on the cracked ceiling, raining down on her. She needed not to lick her shaft to know its taste for it had grown so musky, so virile, so unbelievably pent up that she just had to sniff the air and feel her tongue sizzle. A gallon-sized dollop splattered on her and she let it flow down her gullet, tasting the overwhelming saltiness of her nut, exploring its complex flavour palette until her sensitive tongue tasted something inside that gooey, womb-stuffing sludge that still hung heavy on her buds: the flavour of her twin's pussy.

"Opal?" Instantly Kriss was up, looking around for her sister or any signs of her gloriously fat ass. "Opal? Come on out! It's time for rounds 2 to 100! I still have a full day of rest and I am not going to spend more than a minute not fucking you!" And yet Opal was nowhere to be seen. "Please? I am so… pent up." She licked the cum off her muzzle and looked at her churning sack right as it moved in a way that it shouldn't have and a hand pushed from within. "Oh damn!" Her cock stiffened even more as the realisation kicked in. "Well you went and got yourself vored, haven't ya?" Opal squirmed from inside her ballsack and Kriss murred, the stimulation making her feel so full and needy.

She crawled on the bed and sat on the edge, her legs squeezing on her sack as she began to stroke her massive cock, slowly, enjoying the stench of it, the taste of it, the stiffness and the size as her twin increased her squirming and moving, pushing out thicker spurts of raw cum. Kriss had clearly grown bigger in every area, save for her ass and tits, but still she felt that her cock had outgrown her, leaving her stronger and more powerful and still somehow unable to fully control her libido and wrangle that monstercock under control. She tugged at the piercings, her fingers paying with them, pulling at the huge one on her flare as if her cock was a feral bull to be led to a pasture full of horny heifers that needed to be bred thoroughly. Moans escaped from her taut lips when she hugged her shaft and started to pump her arms up and down, her scales soaked with cocksweat almost immediately as she sniffed her musk and got off from it, still able to taste her sister's juices from the night before. Strong was the flavour of Opal's muff, so strong after a night spent stewing upon her flesh that she doubted it'd ever disappear. Kriss mewled at the notion, whether true or false she cared not, that she'd been Forever marked by her twin's own fragrance, her smell so deeply infused that anyone would be able to know this massive dick was claimed, personal property of Opal just as much as Opal was her own and no one else's. If they could withstand the stench of it anyway.

Kriss grunted louder and louder, humping her own embrace as cum belched all around her and the bed further sank into ruin, completely destroyed by the fruits of their lustful incestuous passion, like the rest of the apartment with it. Inside the six foot wide spheres, Opal swam and masturbated alongside her sister, playing with her body in complete darkness, surrounded only by churning tides of hypervirile cum and the potent heartbeats she felt through the thick flesh of her musky prison cell. Wads of seed were stuffed inside her already heavily fertilised pussy, her mouth swallowing load after load until her gut sloshed with many gallons of serpent nut and orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, flooding those orbs with great waves of pussy juice, thickening the brew she was swimming in even further into a godly concoction. But as the colossal, eight foot tall boa approached her climax, the space inside Kriss' sack shrank as those nuts compacted and began to prepare for the building-wrecking flood that was soon to come.

The rumbling and creaking of wood and the noises awoke the inhabitants of the building who prepared for the incoming load as best as they could, hoping to be spared from the boas' lustful passions until the end or until they'd leave and wreck some other place instead. Kriss' nuts churned louder and louder, squeezing Opal into a fetal position as cum stopped flowing the moment she entered the piping, pushed out by those orbs' mighty clenching, bit by bit.

"FFFFFFffuck!" Kriss could feel her sister stretch her plumbing, the feeling indistinguishable from an orgasm that took minutes to reach the peak instead of seconds, her taint bloated, veins straining to feed it. "Damn sis… you are one big gal…" She grit her teeth and squeezed her nuts with her legs, hoping the extra pressure could help Opal get out quicker, even if the pleasure was incredible. She watched her gut swell with the shape of her twin and her prostate mashed into a flat disk, yet she still could not cum or find release. "Comeoncomeoncomeonnnnnnn!!!"

The moment Opal slipped inside her cock proper things slowed down in Kriss' mind, the overwhelming bliss making each single clench, pump, push and second feel like they lasted hours. Her shaft bloated, stretched wider, wider and wider until there was just a loud, deafening pop and Opal was spat out like a cannonball. Kriss managed to catch her in time, dragging the moaning boa in her embrace and planting a kiss upon the other snake's cumstained lips as the backed up cum just... stopped, seemingly unable to move a single inch forward.

"FFffashssitsssssstuckkkkkk!!!" She let out a loud, desperate moan while her sack swelled bigger, each contraction of her nuts making it grow instead of shrink, her plumbing backed up Beyond what was normal even for a girl such as her.

Opal caught on quick and took charge, standing up on wobbly legs before simply sitting on Kriss' muzzle and hoping that a dose of fresh, steamy, sopping wet, cum-stuffed pussy was going to be enough to help her sister overcome the plug. A rush of pheromones assaulted the big snake's senses, a sharp, potent, mind-shattering reek of female arousal so thick it was almost a liquid drug, oozing in great fat globs onto her tongue along pints of cum that had been brewing inside her womb for hours and now leaked out alongside a deluge of pussy juice. Kriss grabbed her twin's hips and sealed her mouth around that soaking, sloppy cunt and ate it as if her life depended on it, tasting her sister, smelling her sister, drinking in her perfection until she came a second time before the first orgasm was even properly underway. A second load rocketed out of her sack as her balls hiccuped, staggered churning and pumping of mighty loads in erratic twitches and great heaves, propelling two loads' worth of nut batter into a single beam of pure raw snake cum.

Her tongue continued to eat her twin out with greater and Greater lust, digging as deep as it could feasibly go without shoving her entire muzzle into that muff and tonguing the womb at the end of it as a beam of ball batter punched a hole through the wall and splattered on the face of the building on the other side of the street, washing it with hundreds of gallons of frothy white spunk, cracking windows, raining down on cars and those who hadn't figured out what the quaking meant before they found themselves doused with a fresh shower of dense boa jizz at ten in the morning. Each flex of Kriss' sack, each throb of her arm-sized taint meant ten, fifteen-second long pumps of cum that arched dozens of feet, dumping tubs' worth of nut each onto the road, making a right mess of everything until the two moved on the ruined bed and the stream was no longer aimed at the hole in the wall but at the ceiling, once again filling the space in the apartment, flooding the entire floor and washing it clean, furniture bunched at the door, blocking some of the flow while the rest oozed on the lower floors via stairwells and elevator shafts, spilling out of the entrance, once more spreading over concrete and asphalt. Thousands of gallons were spilled and still Kriss was nowhere near done cumming.

Before long Kriss needed to come up for air and pulled out, her muzzle slick with pussy juice, her eyes dilated from the musk and pheromones of that godly cunt, her breath so laboured and stained with the flavour of a wet muff that Opal herself couldn't resist. The two kissed and exchanged a myriad of tastes upon their tongues: cock, cum, pussy sweat, juices, pre and more, all melting together in a swirling haze of sensations. They tasted themselves on the other's tongue, their essences one, united, unified, a single chaotic mess of perverted lust for their very own flesh and blood. The two sisters kissed and groped each other, tongues coiled over the other's, breaths laboured, hands exploring muscles and plump thighs, noses flaring as they buried themselves into necks, pits and cleavage, sniffing and drink in musky and sweet scents. Opal didn't need to open her eyes to know her twin was bigger everywhere, not that she could as her hands were glued to those huge muscles and her eyes glued shut with spunk, while Kriss didn't wish to and preferred to use her palms to feel her sister's huge rump and fat tits.

Kriss came and came and came, minutes passing, the only regular sound was the roar of cum rocketing out of the big snake's huge sack, the splattering of the beam of nut on every surface around them,countless gallons wasted on bare concrete now that the downpour of spunk had basically sandblasted the paint and plaster off the walls. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, it was at least that long that she came, her twin matching her endurance but with dozens upon dozens of orgasms of her own instead of a single, titanic one. And when they were done, they remained on the bed, panting, Kriss' spire only half-hard, still belching enough cum to fill tubs ever other second, the slab of cock refusing to soften any more, bending under the pull of its own weight, the flare mostly swollen as thick beads of raw spunk dripped from all of her piercings down onto the draining pool of spent seed.

"Morning." She moaned, giving Opal's ass a squeeze, prying that godly rump apart and teasing the pucker within, feeling it suckle and squeeze her fingers the second she shoved two of them inside. "Slept well?"

"Like a coddled baby." Opal kissed her again. "I think I'll do it again… and again… and again…"

"I don't think my balls can tolerate it. Just one night and you almost got yourself splattered against a wall." Kriss chuckled and murred as Opal licked her stiff nipples and cupped her bigger but still woefully underdeveloped tits.

"Get yourself a condom and catch me then." The other snake wiped the cum off her eyes and opened them for the first time in half a day. "Hello handsome."

"Hello beautiful." They kissed again, passionately, without shame. "So, if I didn't knock you up yesterday when I was pulverising your pelvis, I'm pretty sure stewing in my balls did the trick." Opal came a bit as the notion she was most definitely going to be gravid was finally put out in the open. "Mom will be…"

"She'll say she knew it and that she'd figured it out ever since she caught us making out in a closet 'to figure out if we were into girls'." She rolled her eyes. "If anything she'll be happy we're giving them enough grandchildren to fill a whole preschool." Opal put Kriss' hand over her swollen cum gut. "I already know I won't be able to move once the eggs get big enough." The two spent a few seconds imagining the last few months of her guaranteed pregnancy, both their loins leaking and begging to meet once more and crash into each other. "Anyways, want to get round two going?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Already Kriss was lifting her up like a sack of potatoes, her pussy leaking juices and cum down, using her tail to pull her cock towards Opal's pussy, but the other snake shook her head. "Oh? Already tired of getting your pussy pounded?"

"Well… you kind of went a bit too hard on it, so it is quite sore." Opal rubbed her flushed pussy lips against the gargantuan flare, hissing as the soft flesh met the spongy cocktip and exchanged buckets of juices and fluids before pushing it against her rump. "And I love anal."

"You do?" The bigger snake was rather shocked at the revelation, but silently agreed to the change of target, slowly, gently putting more and more pressure as Opal's hole began to yawn around her flare. "Didn't expect it."

"Some things I kept secret, but I don't see any reason not to share them now that you're my... husband?" The word made Kriss hiccup and cram her down, shoving a full foot of rock hard snake cock into the lubed but otherwise unprepared ass. Both hissed, Kriss in fear of having hurt her, Opal because she was suddenly watching her gut swell with the shape of her twin's shaft under her scales, feeling not an iota of discomfort even as the thigh-thick rod turned her pucker into a wide O. "HHhhahahaaaaaaa… i-i-it seems yo-you're not the only one who got some upgrades…" Opal flexed her cheeks and relaxed, finding herself fully in control of her muscles even with her rump spread open Beyond the biggest toy she'd ever owned. "Mhh!!!!!!" She came, hard, quickly, messily, her pussy gushing what must've been gallons of squirt over Kriss' chest. "Ooohhh shit it feels so different back there…"

"Tight!" Kriss leaned and kissed her sister's cum gut and the cockprint hidden under the stretchy scales.

"N-n-no! You're just fucking huge…" They hissed again in unison and slowly began to get into it. The piercing at the very top of her flare was slightly colder than the hot flesh it was attached to, adding another inch Opal had to stretch, its stiffness and hardness providing an extra source of sensations and pleasure to draw upon.

Opal relaxed her rump, her muscles caressing the huge slab of musky snakeflesh piercing through her guts while allowing it to go deeper and deeper with no obstacle, while Kriss pulled her further down, shoving more and more and more cock inside, the bulge of that shaft travelling higher, rearranging the smaller snake's insides, moulding them to its shape. There seemed to be an endless void inside Opal even as the bulge travelled higher, reaching her chest, pushing her tits apart as the flare seemed to settle between her lungs, the two sharing heartbeats in perverted ways not meant to be physically possible. Each few inches another piercing slipped in, teasing her stretched ring, rubbing inside her guts in such wonderfully perverse ways. They kissed once again, tongues wrestling madly as they began to fuck earnestly with almost three full feet of shaft connecting their bodies as one. The floor creaked slowly, Kriss' balls still resting upon the ground, too big to be lifted by such small thrusts while their love once again filled their souls with undying bliss.

"Don't take it slow, my love. I want to feel your flare in my fucking stomach and my ass so stuffed it'll never close again, got it?" Opal broke their kiss for a moment, only to demand her bigger, hornier partner to stop taking things so slow. "I am not a princess, I am not a flower, I exist for you to fuck like a toy and you to turn me into a fleshlight. DO… NOT… HOLD... BACK!" Opal herself curled her tail around her twin's tree trunk of a leg and pulled herself deeper down the pillar of throbbing cock, squirting all the way as she finally managed to put her feet onto the ruined mattress and stand on her own, her pussy squelching and oozing betweeen her thighs, her ass spread so impossibly wide around an impossibly thick shaft that it looked twice as big from the displacement of her hips. "MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Kriss got the message and licked her lips with hunger, her maw opening and closing around the other snake's motherly tits, nipple immediately assaulted by a hungry tongue as her hips rose suddenly, with power Beyond reason, pushing opal up by the sheer force of that thrust, like she was just a cheap toy, not unlike the breeeding stand she'd wrecked on the day of getting it but far more vocal and loud and responsive. Opal squirted and squealed, holding on to her life by grabbing her twin's head and leaning on it while the bigger snake held her in place and took things seriously. The bulge of the flare travelled from sternum to pelvis time and time again, rearranging insides, stretching them, moulding them, claiming them as cum belched in gallon-sized gouts deeper into her bowels, the musk seeping through flesh, their scents mixing once more in a dance of perverted pleasure.

Opal's skin danced, her womb sloshed with each thrust, her stomach quickly filled to the brim with spunk that couldn't flow backwards due to the gargantuan flare blocking the way. But Kriss was too deeply in love with her twin to ponder just what such rough breeding would do, taking the order she'd received to heart, a divine command she was obligated to follow to the last letter. She pulled back until her flare popped out with a wet squelch and a deluge of churned cum, her sister's pucker turned into a blooming rosebud, its rim stretched, likely in a permanent fashion, before cramming it back in. In and out it went, belching spunk all over those plump cheeks and deep within her bowels, pushing more inside: four feet, four and three inches, four and a half, nearing five as space inside Opal ran out faster than she ran out of cock to shove inside that squirming, twitching fleshlight of a snake. And whenever she pulled out or pushed herself back in, the ladder on her shaft made cute popping sounds, marking the advance and retreat of that massive slab of flesh even better than the rise and fall of the person-sized bulge in Opal's guts.

When she breached the wrong entrance of Opal's stomach both felt like they'd achieved something great, a miracle. But neither wanted to stop nor could stop and so the two cotinued, Kriss pumping more shaft even deeper, having rearranged the entirety of her twin's body in such a perfect way that she was more of a tunnel for her to plough through at full speed than a living being. Eventually the flare began to bloat the near cock-comatose snake's gullet from the opposite entrance, rising up and up, higher, banging at her throat and pumping gouts of cum out of her mouth and nostrils until, with an even louder pop, Kriss pushed her crown out of Opal's mouth with such force that she hilted and her knot swelled inside the ruined rump, swelling before she could even hope of pulling out.

A geyser of cum erupted from her sack, her taint swollen in the same way that it had done when pushing out an entire snake, the knot sealing them as one shivering, moaning, orgasming being, the sheer amount of cum further stretching the girth of that slab of breeder flesh before crashing into the ceiling above and puncturing another hole in the concrete, flooding the floor of the apartment above, then the next and the next. Barely ten minutes after she'd turned the road into a Walking hazard, Kriss began to ruin her upstairs neighbours. The clenching of her nuts was so loud it seemed as if it rattled the entire building, not just the floor, windows shook, lamps wobbled, framed pictures on pieces of furniture toppled and fell as she came through her sister like she'd done with the breeding mount, only that the mount wasn't squeezing and moaning and clamping down on her cockflesh or squirting gallons of pussy juice on her face or twitching her toes in the cutest way as hundreds of gallons of nut barreled through it. If the people above her aparment thought they were safe, now they knew they werent, resigning as their homes too were flooded, floors washed with white, walls stained Forever with snake seed, doors ripped off their hinges or opened in a vain attempt to drain the unending tide of batter that just kept on coming for minutes and minutes and minutes on end.

"Sooooo…" Some time later, neither knew exactly when, definitely some hours, when the knot was finally deflated and both had gathered enough mental power to no longer moan like feral beasts in rut, the two curled up in bed together, panting, shivering, neither quite sure of what had exactly happened. Opal felt as if she'd been turned inside out like a sock, her ass gaping so badly she could feel air tickle her guts, her pucker now a gorgeous donut a foot wide. "You kept your words, huh?"

"That I-I did…" Kriss gulped. "I think we overdid it."

"Not at all… how are you supposed to fuck me senseless when the eggs are going to be bigger?" The bloated snake snuggled up to her bigger sibling and licked the side of her neck. "Pregnant doesn't mean I won't be begging for this massive cock, so better make sure I am ready." Opal huffed softly, sniffing Kriss' musk like a starving man sniffs the aroma of a banquet, losing herself in the complex bouquet of layers of cocksweat, ballsweat, musk, cum and her own reek of wetness and unbridled lust.

"Fair point." She agreed and, with great effort, got up for the first time in twelve hours. Her body seemed to not have noticed she'd ruined several floors, no traces of fatigue were to be found.

Her cock had miraculously retreated in its sheath, a two feet wide monster of a pouch almost just as long standing above a pair of nuts twice that in diameter… each. They hung below her knees, stretching their sack, round and pliable yet densely packed with untold gallons of seed, still so very, very, very full. Over eight feet tall she'd grown, and still her junk looked far too big for her. Opal herself hadn't been ignored and, aside from having become so stretchy even being ran through like a meatball with a knife caused her no more distress than a light warm-up, she's packed inches everywhere: her tits had doubled in size, as did her ass, though that might've been because of Kriss, her pussy had swollen, with lips so plump they were more akin to a cake than what they resembled before. Her nipples were three inches long and, as the two of them drank in each other's glory, suddenly began to gush with creamy white milk, a dribble at first then pints of frothy goodness. The sight made Kriss' cock stir and stiffen, spewing a few bucket-sized dollops of raw cum onto the ruined apartment floor.

"I'll take this as a sign I am well beyond just 'pregnant'." Opal murred as she cupped her humongous tits and squeezed them before pulling a nipple in her maw and drinking from it, sating her thirst and hunger as very little of her twin's load had actually ended in her stomach. "Fuckkkkkk!!!" She mewled and crossed her legs, eyes rolling back before a series of shudders and hiccups made her shake like a leaf, her sudden orgasm overwhelming her until she collapsed on the cum-stuffed mattress. "So my tits are a bit more sensitive now…"

"Honey, I think your whole body is an erogenous zone now." Kriss felt a surge of pride and lust as she used pet names reserved for lovers and couples. "By the way… husband?"

"Well you knocked me up and I'll be…" Still cumming, Opal got on her feet, her pussy drooling onto the floor as she rested upon Kriss for support. "... I'll be damned if I don't make you put a ring on my finger."

"How about a ring here?" She grabbbed the other snake's puffy donut and squeezed, earning another sudden orgasm that made Opal squeal and look as if she was wetting herself. She pushed the hand deeper in, watching it sink inside like a knife in warm bread.

"Oh shut up." The boa stifled a moan as her sensitive ring was played with. "And leave my poor ass alone, you wrecked it."

"I thought you wanted exactly that." Kriss winked.

"I do but at least let it rest before fisting me." She bit her lips. "Heavens, you're fisting me like it's nothing…" Opal shivered for a second or two, cumming a bit from the sudden, yet pleasurable insertion. "Anyways, i've not had a meal that wasn't cum in many hours and I am starving. What do you have in the fridge I can munch on?" She wobbled her way to the kitchen where she saw a fridge that was laying on its side, the door open, all the food that was supposed to be inside washed and replaced by a tide of slightly chilled nut. "You need a new fridge."

"I need a new house…" Kriss explored the state of her apartment and saw with pride that it was ruined beyond repair: the door was gone, the furniture turned upside down and slathered in so much cum that they were mush and brittle, the walls were stained to the point only demolishing and replacing them could hope to fix the damage, her clothes… those definitely didn't fit anymore. "And a new everything too." Phone, computer and electronics had been compromised, ball batter oozing out of charging and cable ports.

"That's hot as fuck." Her sister only found it hot and arousing, idly fingering herself as squirts of milk gushed out of her teats with every little movement. "If you had some cereal I could provide the milk but I fear you don't even have that and I definitely want some solid food."

"Phone's gone, can't order online." Holding up a sizzling block of electronics and her wallet from which she took a wad of soggy paper vaguely resembling the shape of banknotes Kriss notified that they were fresh out of options. "Cash is… mulch."

"Take your credit card, we're going to the first place that's open."

"Wait! I do have some clothes that I think might fit!" Kriss turned on her heels, almost falling as her balls swung with too much force and her feet threatened to lose their grip on the slippery cum-slathered floor. Somewhere in the chaos, under the bed to be precise, was a certain item that she was sure was still going to fit. "There you are, you naughty little brat." She lifted the mattress and fished a very cum-soaked, slick, oversized jockstrap, one she was all too familiar with. "Let's see if you still have some magic left in you."

Without hesitation, Kriss put it on, one leg at a time and, in the instant her balls fell into the pouch and slowly lifted up, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, their weight lessened greatly even when, right before her eyes, they gained several more inches in diameter, her sheath wobbling, fattening, her pucker behind her winking as she felt it swell alongside the rest of her bits, filling nicely the space between her taut and muscular cheeks. Strength flooded her body and, for a moment, the flow of cum from her overstuffed balls stopped, just for a moment and then returned, stronger than before,oozing through the fabric in great globs.

"Good job, this is much better." The boa smiled and gave her sack a good pat, rewarded with a gush of spunk that impacted the wall in front with the force of a t-shirt cannon. "I wonder if the seller has these for females…" For the first time since obtaining the damn thing, or rather, ever since she stole it, she looked at the tag inside the jock and read it. "Well damn!" The name was the same as the company that sold her the toys and then the cleaning service. "That's a good way to make new customers." She let go of the jock and it slapped wetly against her scales, her mind reassured that the producer definitely had something she could gift to Opal. "Maybe some maternity wear… yeah, let's go with that!"

"Are you coming or not? I am starving!" Opal screamed from the other end of the ruined apartment.

"Alright alright, no need to rush me, I've got like… five hundred pounds of nut to carry around." Kriss rolled her eyes and slowly began to make a note of things to buy, first of all a new phone to search if that company also had expanded in the rental business.

Months later

The Hardman's Gym had never been quite so full, forcing Kriss to walk around on tiptoes, trying to avoid knocking people over with her gigantic bulge.

"Why's it so damn crowded? What's gotten into everyone these days?" She grunted, hoisting up her sack to vault over someone who was kneeling in front of a set of weights, panting heavily and trying to catch their breath. Kriss knelt and handed a dark bottle filled to the brim with a rather thick and dense concoction. "Here, get some energy back." The snow leopard female took the bottle and nearly chugged the whole thing down in one gulp, rivulets of frothy white oozing from her lips. "Slow down, girl." The leopard nodded, took a deep breath and shivered as Kriss' musk hit her sensitive nose like a freight train. "Sorry, I reek a bit today."

"I-i-it's ffffffineeeeeee…" The leopard purred as her thighs grew wet quickly, her body shivering with telltale signs of a very satifying orgasm. The juices oozed from her gym shorts down onto a spongy mat that was designed specifically for such a purpose. "I doooon't mmmmminddddd…"

"Ok, but be careful." She got up and moved out of the way, watching as over three dozen people busied themselves working out in the musky, sweat-filled air of the gym.

It was a common sight these days, ever since she'd come back to work after her short break turned into a full week, burning her PTO and even a sick day just to spend more time at home fucking each other, although a full day had been spent chatting with the representative of the company and agreeing to a lot of conditions in order to get a bigger apartment fit for hypers and possibly a new line of products with her face on it in exchange for better prices. Clothes were hardly needed anymore since hypers enjoyed some very fun special conditions in the country's law system, mainly to make their lives more comfortable and avoid incidents borne of clothes too tight, so since then Kriss enjoyed a wardrobe composed of only kevlar-reinforced jockstraps fit for her size, of which she owned around twenty, plus some even more heavy-duty she was given for testing. On the other hand, Opal had first used her old stuff, until her baby belly began to grow and turn from a cute bump into something a less strong woman would've had to carry in a wheelbarrow. From that moment she'd only put on 10XL shirts and no pants, since anything could set her off and make her cum so much and so hard that clothes would fall apart at the seams.

Their new house was huge, courtesy of the company with a healthy subsidy from the country, giving them three times as much space to fuck in and flood on the daily. Luckily the house came with a cleaning crew that lived nearby and what was going to be a private maternity ward for Opal's incoming record-clutch. The pregnant boa joined her twin at work, making a very good case for a role as front lobby secretary so that she'd not have to move too much and attract customer with her motherly curves. Be it because the gym now had an incredibly egg-stuffed mascot at the helm or because Gardiel had expanded the services, on top of tightening security to avoid another 'jock theft' situation, or because the musk seeping into the walls and floors was just that enticing, but the place was bustling with activity. Now even the regular customers were leaning towards the pervert side of the spectrum, buying in bulk all the milk that Opal leaked and bottled up as organic gym supplement, with a few very wealthy customers allowed 'tap access' when they signed the ten year god membership plan, even if a strong plea and a particularly backed up flow made the leaky snake allow just about anyone to clamp their mouths on her huge tits and drink their fill.

"Daryl, keep going on like that and you'll break your record. When you do, I'll sit on you, is that fine?" She smiled at a donkey who had just joined and was still struggling, his chubby body a bit out of place among the usual customers. Upon hearing that, the newcomer blushed, growing hard enough to almost rip through his pants, had he worn any in the first place.Thankfully, the gym now sold jocks for all the males, micro panties and matching nipple pasties for the ladies, all for the sake of 'better performance' and 'customer convenience'. "And if you keep coming here every day, put in the work, don't slack off…" The huge snake leaned in and whispered to the blushing donkey. She heard a sniff as he smelled her musk. "... I'll ask my sister to let you fuck her in the ass. She's so sensitive from the pregnancy and so needy she'll definitely say yes." And with that, Daryl blew his load inside his jock, bubbles of batter oozing through the absorbent cloth as his flare swelled and his admirably heavy sack twitched and heaved with each pump. Now she just had to ask Opal to agree to this.

The hypers took up all the room in the new wing at the back, but even with the airtight doors, the industrial-grade ventilation and the separate entrance for the regular folk, the musk and stench of sex that wafted from the other wing was just too strong, not to mention, Kriss, as employee, was stationed in the regular section. She'd been standing in one spot for all of half a minute and already the mat under her was approaching saturation as her idle output of cum had made her spill around thirty gallons of cum with the same ease as breathing. Seeing that she was not needed and that everyone was hard at work as well as very much hard and working out, Kriss returned to the front lobby. She passed half a dozen rows of machines covered in sweat and no little amount of pussy juice or precum as those using them leaked up all over the place while they pumped weights, often cumming mid-rep and requiring her assistance to avoid being crushed by their own arousal… and the weights.

"Where's my lovely pregnant wife? Where is she?" The eight foot tall boa yelled and, from underneath the desk emerged a very grouchy-looking soon-to-be-mother, wearing the biggest shirt anyone had ever seen stretched over a pregnant dome so big the snake was now almost more baby bump than everything else, though the her-sized tits and the absolutely bare shelf-like ass made for a good argument that the belly wasn't just the only thing that had gotten greatly enhanced by the rampaging hormons. Merely seeing her twin's incestuous dome made Kriss' cock stir and surge inside her brand new jock, stretching the logo of the gym as a good foot of cock spilled from her thigh-sized sheath. Despite having stopped using the original jock, she'd continued to grow, bit by bit, inches added every other week to her everything, though it was much more manageable than the explosive growth she'd had at the start. "How is my beautiful sister doing this fine Morning? In need of a pick-me-up?" She squeezed her flare and fired a few dollops of cum onto Opal's shirt.

"Ugh no, not now, I'm just so tired…" Opal yawned wide, unhinging her jaw as the light movement of her mouth made her tits gush milk all over the front desk. "And still full." There was a not so soft buzzing coming from under her which told anyone with ears that she'd definitely buried a rather powerful vibrator deep into her muff and let it buzz away.

"Well you did insist on spending the night with your head buried between my cheeks and then begged for a protein breakfast instead of what the doctor recommended." Kriss sat on the ground beside her and put a hand on the bump, feeling the shapes of what the ultrasound judged to be at least thirty eggs still in the process of growing and developing.

"Sorry if all the hormones make me crave stuff, ok?" She pouted. "I was merely in the mood for sweaty ass and then I got all hungry." She huffed. "Your fault for flaunting your ass in front of a woman with cravings."

"As if you didn't do the same thing before you started to turn into a lumbering monument to the joy of motherhood and sibling love." The bigger boa kissed the seven foot-wide swell of eggs and cum, massaging it so that Opal could feel some respite from the stretching and fatigue of carrying it around. "The cravings do make you hungrier for raunchy sex, so maybe I should keep you pregnant permanently just to enjoy it." As Kriss spoke, she felt the belly under her shiver and wobble, a little prelude to the gushing waterfall that told her the little teasing had made Opal cum from the mental image alone. "And there it is!"

"Shush you, taking advantage of a pregnant woman's sensitivity." The other snake rolled her eyes as she openly wet herself and rode out the orgasm with customers walking by, taking in the sight and smells and sounds of her shameless pleasure. "Do it some more."

"How could I possibly refuse such an enticing…" The doors opened and a delivery guy tentatively pushed in a large box, seemingly afraid of entering, as if doing so would have him end up somehow pregnant or worse, signing up for a membership. Kriss signed the documents on the digital pad, leaving it soaked with cum by the time she was done with it, even if the exchange had lasted no more than ten seconds. "Finallly!" She was all smiles and grins after closing the door and ripping the package open with her bare hands. Inside she found exactly what she'd been waiting to get. "Honey, your presents are here!" Standing up she revealed that in her hands was a set of clothes that were obviously meant for very pregnant women, with bold letters on the belly part that read 'eating for fifty' and two arrows pointing at the chest with a very saucy 'mommy milkers' line underneath.

"Maternity wear? But I already have some."

"No, these are from the same place that… made my jock. You know which one." She winked and the small pause let her hear the pitpat of more juices oozing from under the very pregnant snake as she stood up, nearly toppling from the weight of the lives in her womb. "Got them to make some custom stuff for you in exchange for me signing that advertisement agreement."

"The one where you wore brand merchandise for a month, yes yes I don't care. Gimme the stuff. Gimme!" Opal held her hands outstreched in front of her, having somehow removed her shirt and milk pads in the brief fifteen seconds it took her to stand up from the chair, a record time these days. Her huge ZZZ cup tits were in full view, four inch nipples gushing with milk, her pussy leaving a trail of juices behind her as if she was a horny snail. "Gimme!"

"Alright alright, don't rush, it's bad for you." Opal was barely making a step every five seconds but, given her bulk, it was a rather admirable speed.

"Nope, I want my presents and I want this belly to shrink down immediately and ohmyahhahahahahaaaa!!!!!!!" Suddenly she stopped moving, mouth open as a deluge of juices, even more than normal, flowed from her muff onto the ground with such force that it was heard from the other side of the gym, followed by a projectile that embedded itself in the wall and buzzed for a few more seconds before it died an honourable death by overwhelming snake orgasm. "Oh crap!"

Under the watchful gaze of more than a few customers and employees, Opal spread her legs, lifted her thick tail and squeezed her fists together as her pussy lips yawned wide around what everyone immediately understood to be an egg the size of a football. Kriss rushed to her side, cock stiffening and growing so quickly she almost slapped her own face in the process, tearing her jock to shreds in a heartbeat, holding her wife's hand and supporting her shivering frame while she pushed the first of many of their children out of her overcrowded womb.

"Opal! Wasn't the date supposed to be a week from now?" Kriss smiled, caressing the other snake's sore pussy lips and spreading them to ease the process, feeling the ripples of muscles that were pushing out the next of their incestuous offspring right there, in the lobby of a gym.

"Mmhahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" She howled as the second egg was spat out of her with great force, caught just in time by Kriss' wide hand. "I guessssssssss I got up tooooooo ffffffasasssssssssssttttt…" Panting, huffing and groaning with effort, Opal steeled herself.

"Or maybe it was the vibrator you shoved up your pussy, you know that...."

"Sis, get your cock in my ass, now." Kriss was smitten, frozen in place as her shaft throbbed so hard it seemed to want to come alive. "I am horny, I am about to start laying the eggs you put in me and I demand you pound my ass raw until I am done and then you're going to shove it in my pussy and knock me up again immediately after cause I will put on those maternity clothes and I ain't keen on waiting more than I need to." She grunted and huffed. "We can have a normal laying next time when your cock isn't right in front of my face and I am not surrounded by horny bastards looking at my ass." Opal sniffed with great hunger the slab of snakeflesh in front of her, using her tongue to play with one of the piercings, giving it a tug to make that huge shaft bend to her will like a puppy separate from its owner.

"A-are you sure? I don't think a doctor would advise for a laying woman to be…" Again she was interrupted by a furious gaze that allowed for no questioning or debating.

"Your cock! My ass! NOW!" Opal howled and turned around, revealing her sopping wet cunt and her winking, hungry tailhole to her sister. "And fuck me good."

"Y-yes ma'am!"

There was no arguing and Kriss herself wasn't even sure she wanted to argue. Sure they were in public and she'd definitely get yelled at by her boss for… well, having sex with her twin on company property, but there just was no way to shy away from the demand, the order that she'd been give. Kriss gulped and lined up her flare with Opal's muff, using the cascading juices to lube it up before pulling back just enough to make it slide against the snake's sodden backside and push. Months of constant sex, training, stretching and the motherly snake's new body had made her so pliable that the truck-tire-sized flare simply popped in and slid deep into the guts it had long since rearranged to be the perfect sleeve for the cock behind it. Both grunted and immediately got to thrusting, moaning into the hazy, musk-filled air of the gym. The pumps of that massive cock, the thrusting, the moving made Opal wobble and, in turn, made her laying all the easier. Eggs popped out of her one by one, rolling over the ground, clacking against the front desk in an ever growing pile, each covered in layers of jucies and the loads of thick snake seed that Kriss had dumped in there two days before when Opal had demanded to go to bed with a cock shoved balls deep up her pussy.

Their sex was loud, messy, a show worthy of being memorialised on the internet as cameras recorded every thrust, moan and every gushing orgasm that propelled every egg onto the juice-covered floor. Kriss bit her sister's neck, breathing heavily into it as she hugged her, cock ploughing entire feet of real estate inside her twin, her cock in heaven as the ripples that accompanied each push and every egg made her feel as if she was using a gargantuan vibrating cock-milker.

"You're so tight hun…" Compared to normal, the grip on her cock was like a vice, a silken, sloppy, cum-lubed vice but one nonetheless. "Like the first time I fucked your sweet ass." Opal mewled as her belly surged with the shape of her sister's massive cock, replacing the mass lost after having laid nearly twenty eggs, the flare towering over her head as four feet of stiff, throbbing snakeflesh made themselves home into her guts like they'd been doing for months. "And so hot… laying really brings out the slut in you. You look... so hot right now..."

The two hissed as the next orgasm wrecking Opal made not one but two eggs slip out of her sopping wet cunt at once, spat out along with a deluge of juices, joining their siblings with a loud clack when shells collided. The plaps of hips meeting echoed in the entire gym and the street outside as curious onlooker plastered their faces on the glass and watched, boners pressed on the wall and panties moistening upon seeing the rauchy show.

With great passion they continued to fuck, moaning and groaning and hissing and spilling tubs' worth of juices all over the place, until all of the eggs were peacefully resting on the floor, glistening with their very own layers of fluids. But even when the last one had been laid, even then they did not stop: Kriss merely pulled out and changed hole, burying herself into the sore, warm, overworked tunnel that had just finished giving her fifty some odd eggs no more than fifteen seconds before, sliding in with uncanny ease until she was mashing her flare against the very back of Opal's womb before resuming their raunchy, perverse, incestuous love. The clothes Kriss had gotten her were being tread upon as the two fucked their way across the lounge, toppling couches and chairs and splattering the fruits of their lust over walls and the ceiling, forgotten, at least for the time being. If Kriss wanted to use that huge shirt again, she'd have to aim for another fifty-strong clutch, but neither doubted that they'd get at least that much… the problem was: how many more above fifty eggs would they get? And should they move to a bigger house? Those questions were pushed aside, useless, bothersome, left for another day as the two came together, gouts of cum belched out of the bigger snake's ungodly fat nuts, hundreds of gallons bloating the recently-emptied womb once again as all the excess nut washed over the entire gym, soaking the mats to the brim and continuing forward.

From the security feed, Gardiel massaged her temples and pushed the milker installed under her desk to its limits as she blew her tenth load since she'd began watching the show, hoping that the damn thing wouldn't burst and make even more of a mess of her gym.

"At least it's good publicity…"