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Daddy donates, too

Streaming Donations are at an all-time high. But it’s time for Xeno’s Dad to join

“Oh… Fu-Fuck… That… Was great, guys,” moaned the gooey Incineroar, his body partially melting from the pleasure that was overtaking him. Or maybe was it due to the cum covering his red and black fur, his tufty chest, or defined muscles?

Nevertheless, his voice betrayed his intense joy as he was lying on the bed, his legs over the side… And so were his genitals dropping as the cameras focused on them.

It had been some months since his first “Donation” stream. Since Xeno had experimented with getting his cock fucked and his balls overtaken, filled to the brim until they looked like beanbags. And ever since, each of his streams were no longer about fapping, chatting, or enjoying the moment. Rather, he was happily allowing more viewers to come visit him. Any type, any size, any origin. Poor, rich, new members, old timers… Anyone could get access to his place, join the queue, and have a turn with his cock.

His entire setup had even changed. Gone was the unnecessary stuff; only remained his bed, his cameras, his computer… And the slew of sensors attached to his nuts with pads. In the early days, he still used type-sensitive stickers to check if his nuts had been “claimed” again.

Since he upgraded his getup. The sensors were attached to his nuts and checked his vitals, his cum quality, the percentage of cum in his nuts. The Stream now had an overlay displaying Xeno’s current cumtype, only the most important types that happened to survive in that heavy, sticky nutsludge today. And its volume.

In the most bare and perverted of environment, the Incineroar was in his bliss. In such a bliss as he was happily holding onto his cock. The fat bulbous head had been oustretched from the abuse, the urethra now naturally gaping even without help. So much so he would often use dildos or plugs to keep it “close”. His black-furred scrotum was so full, it was impossible for him to walk with it.

“Fu-Fuck… My balls are so stuffed with your donations. It’s… So good.”

He kept squeezing, having two fingers slipped inside his urethra before he froze.

A ringtone. Daddy’s ringtone. He moaned and trembled just at the sound, knowing the name appearing on the screen: Sarge. Steadily, Xeno sat on the bed, with one hand still halfway wedged inside his urethra while he looked at his phone.

“what this?” “1 call?” “dude! answer quick! Its momma!”

Finally, the Incineroar found the source of the sound and grabbed the phone off the table.

“That’s my Dad!” he said before he reclined back on the bed, getting the call on speakers. There, he returned to his fingering, to his balls squeezing, to his masturbation as he pumped his dick.

“H-Hey… Dad. How’s it?” moaned Xeno, biting his lips not to sound too excited as his urethra sucked on his fingers, knuckles deep.

“I’m doing great. I saw your last streams… And I wondered if my son could still receive me.”

“Hah-ha… Ma-Maybe, Dad,” moaned Xeno, his neck tensing. “Why are you-hrmphh calling?”

“To check up on you. Coming-”

The call cut. Xeno looked at the phone with a mix of surprise and bewilderment. His jaw slacked, and...

BOOM!

Xeno’s eyes turned away from the front camera. The viewers couldn’t see… But the Incineroar faced his Dad as well as a pile of fucked-up, gargling, and moaning Pokemons behind. Either holding onto their cocks or their stuffed belly.

“D-Dad?”

For the viewers, there was only the vision of Xeno half-standing and slack-jawed, asking the questions. They heard the booming voice on the phone, but they could only make an educated guess about Xeno’s father. Many were already talking about how it would be another Incineroar, a typical feline musclebound and aging. Maybe frail.

But no. They were partially correct but mainly wrong.

Wrong as the heavy steps got the Incineroar closer until he loomed over his son. Sarge was an Incineroar, but he was… massive. Defined arms, powerful biceps, magnificent chest with pectorals so heavy they were larger than some Pokemons’ heads. And he looked aged.

He had grown a gray beard, one completing his mustache. His age was written on his face as he was beyond his fifties. But even then, there was an aura, a presence in the feline who had to keep his posture wide just to account for his arms… And not even his cum-dripping shorts.

“Hey, sexy Son. ‘Hope you don’t mind.”

“What?”

“I broke the guys outside. Limp dicks,” scoffed Sarge, going for the green tanktop he peeled off, showing off his muscular muscles bulging and adding up to his bulk.

“Hot daddy! <3 <3 <3” “take me!” “Lucky cat”

In comparison, Xeno had his hands pulling from his dick, finger coated as he tried to stand up. “I… I don’t mind, but… Why are you here, Dad?”

“What? You’re taking cum donations, right?” asked Sarge, pointing at his son’s genitals.

At that moment, Xeno’s eyes focused down. Down on the shorts, Sarge sported. They were hardly holding it together and keeping those impressive genitals inside. The delineated mast, even at rest, or the hefty ballsacks were both perfectly visible through the fabric, notwithstanding the steamy cum dripping through.

“Wait!” shouted Xeno, standing on wobbly legs and pushing against his Father’s chest. Without any result, it was closer to pushing a wall. “N-Don’t do that!”

“What? Are you afraid your father will lose to such puny studs? I’m an alpha. Well, you failed. But that won’t spot me!” chuckled Sarge, gripping his son and pushing him, almost throwing him on the bed.

“Dad!”

Xeno cried. But it was too late, as Sarge had already moved on with his shorts and pulled them down. Right before the camera, atop of that.

“Papy caliente! Aou!” “aou aou aou!” “Si si! i want to suck dadlollipop!”

The chat was going wild as Sarge stood naked in all his glory… His scrotum was black as coal, too, just like his son. But they differed in size, in bulk, in volume. Xeno was hung… But Sarge? He was made to breed, and his dick was already stiff. With his foreskin already peeling off, it was clear Sarge was the biggest of all; of Xeno’s partners.

His cock was like a freaking pole, but so wide. Wider than a bat, like a canon and his nuts were as big as watermelons. Yet, even then, it looked perfectly normal on the gargantuan Pokemon as he reached down for his Son, who tried to stand up. He pushed him down, kept him there, while he smiled.

“Dad! Let me go!”

“Nah, Son. I saw your balls getting stuffed with someone else’s cum. I saw how you lost everything to them. You couldn’t even keep up for one day or two before losing.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” asked Xeno, suddenly blinking in surprise.

As he asked, Sarge turned towards the camera, flexing one biceps like his Son in the early Donation stream.

“I’ll stuff your nuts. And get the Incineroar back into you, Son!”

“You- What?”

“the heck?” “He’ll f(_)ck his son?” “Hell lose! Daddy down!”

On the screen, the words came, but only followed a scoff from Sarge as he reached for his Son’s cock, reaching for the half-hard mast and pumping it.

“Fu-Don’t… Don’t do that, Dad! You’ll… You’ll be stuffed, too! Y-Your type!”

“Nonsense!” chuckled Sarge, arrogant as he had his hands on his Son’s cock. “I’ll even do better. I’ll stuff you in backflow, heh.”

Xeno realized his Father wouldn’t back away. Not as he saw the older Incineroar attach the sensors to his balls. The overlay displayed their states in parallel, contrasting the pure Incineroar nuts from Sarge with Xeno’s diluted seed. And as soon as it was secured, Sarge was pumping his own dick and… fingering it. In width, Sarge was plain bigger. And it was easy to say he could take Xeno’s cock in. Yet, he pumped and added one finger. Two, three, four, five. He… Had his whole fist inside it and he was fisting that cock, making it bulge from inside. The entrance was… Large enough for Xeno to slip one arm inside. But Sarge continued to play with it until the orifice was… Just… Monstrous. Monstrous, and yet, nothing compared to the sheer width Sarge’s meat packed. To that gargantuan cock that dwarfed Xeno even as they were meeting.

Xeno swallowed his saliva as he felt his tip slip inside his Father’s cock. Two inches, and it was already heaven. Warm, soft, perfect for the young Pokemon. And he grimaced, of pleasure and pain combined. Of fear, as he didn’t want to ruin his Dad’s balls, too.

“St-Stop!” he cried, ashamed.

“Hmm, hmm. A real alpha can take it, Son. Let me fix you,” stated Sarge, chuckling while he gave his wide cock a stroke, and thrust forward.

With one single thrust, half of the Dad’s cock was stuffed and bloated by his Son’s cock. And it didn’t deter him from squeezing, pressing… And stroking their dicks, one into another.

Xeno cried, digging into the mattress, but it felt so good. He knew why people loved stuffing his cock so much, why they wanted his hole. Why they were addicted to it as much as he was.

“It’s only the beginning, Son. Come on! Try to cum! Try to stuff me! You’ll see!” chuckled Sarge, looking at the camera to give it a wink.

And then, returned to his Son.

For the Stream, they had a full vision. They could see the Incineroar’s enormous back, those bountiful cheeks, the developed and formidable thighs… And those King-sized nuts that were swinging back and forth as he was taken in a back and forth. And then, that cock bulging from the side.

They were used to see Xeno’s swollen balls and bulging cock. But here, it was… So different, and similar. So similar as it was another spermicidal takeover. But the link, the relationship between the two was a blast amidst the chat. And people were openly taking bets.

Even a poll formed as people were so enthralled by the view, the moderators had to divert some of it through other channels.

But even then, it was… Enticing. For the crowd. For Xeno.

He had never stuffed someone’s cock before. And it was already a delight for the young Pokemon, a dirty pleasure. The sensation of his urethra stretching, the flow of precum hitting his cock, the contraction of those unnatural muscles. He knew what his father would be feeling: the burn from his bladder and the tease of his prostate… But Xeno was ashamed he loved so much. He didn’t want to ruin his Dad’s cock. But he wanted it, so much.

Even now, he had his lips bitten and his face contorted in pure pleasure.

But it was his Dad. A monster of a Dad, yes. But his Dad. And Xeno’s nuts were still packed with his streamers’ cum. His nutsludge was at an all-time high. It was sure it could crush someone else’s future. It would dilute everything... All that foreign cum, mainly composed of poison and water type. That cum… It could easily beat anyone’s swimmers.

Swimmers he was trying not to eject through, to not cum, to not send through his Dad’s wondrous cock. He trembled, quivered, held onto the mattress as each thrust sent a shot of adrenaline and pleasure high up his brain. Each was like a hit of pure drug, sending his mind drifting further and further as he tried to hold onto his orgasm, not to break him.

“Heh… Do it, Son. Cum… Cum for Daddy!” cried Sarge, leaning forward. Enough for their bodies to almost join as he went on all fours. Low enough for their lips to meet, for that powerful chest to press against Xeno’s as his gooey cock was massaged and loved by his Father. It was too good.

His prostate was afire. It bulged from beneath. He could not resist, could not push back. And finally, he squeezed his legs like he usually did. Like squeezing a fruit. Finally… He came.

The younger Incineroar felt its burning sting reach higher and higher, climb up his cords, go up his prostate, and pump outward… Right against his Dad’s walls, against his prostate, against the slight space separating their organ. Some cum oozed through, but the pressure was too high. It was growing too fast, and then… Sarge grumbled.

The Older Incineroar grumbled as he was feeling the sting of that cum coursing inside his cock. As he sensed, the liquid had no other path but inward, crushing and washing away his precum. There was no other way as that semen poured… And poured. And poured.

The Incineroar’s cum was so packed, so dense, it was like jelly. As it progressed, and it advanced, the chat was in awe and the bets in favor of Sarge losing.

The older Incineroar’s balls were getting bigger and bigger. Before the camera, those nuts were starting to hang down, going from watermelon to beanbags, too. The scrotum was getting taut, the orbs getting that typical rotundity when someone’s nuts were about to be taken over.

Even the charts, on the overlay, were speaking in favor of the older Cat’s loss, his cum volume heightening and his genes’ density dropping, red and black lines dropping beneath the blue, the purple, the yellow, and so on.

“Done Daddy” “Another c()cksl(_)t?” “Im rich!”

The stream decidedly branded Sarge as a loser. And yet, as he looked over his shoulder, he looked… Cocky.

“What’s that, boys? You think that puny load’s enough to wreck me?” he said, jovial.

The sheer arrogance, the sheer disrespect. A slew of insults followed, but Sarge returned to his Son, grinning.

“Let me show you what’s an Alpha’s load, Son.”

He said that, his scrotum… Lifted. But more than that, the charts that showed different types beside the red and black… Dropped on Sarge’s side.

And his scrotum continued to lift despite the sheer volume straining the skin. It lifted and was squeezed, milked, by the additional muscles inside those nuts. And as such, it felt like watching a fruit in a press… Before all went right into Xeno’s cock.

Before the camera, the stream is in awe. Not only at the vision, at the powerful sight of the old Incineroar’s nuts clenching and pushing back in an overflow. But also by the sight of Xeno’s nuts suddenly inflating back. And not only as cum kept pouring through, turning the tank into properly round balloons.

It was impossible to ignore it. Not only the old Incineroar had his cock fucked, but his backflow was pushing again into Xeno’s nuts, and the younger feline was screaming in pleasure and deviant joy. His legs outstretched, reaching higher, while the Stream’s statistics were finally updating from the information.

Before that, the lines between all types were fighting over which one would win. But amidst the skyrocketing volume, there were two obvious lines appearing in tandem: red and black. And they were climbing, pushing, rising. Like shooting stars, the two parallel lines crushed all the others. No other types seemed to resist and in return, all other lines were dropping one by one. Pink. Blue. Green. They were reaching the zero percentage while the Red and Black were ascending and finally reached 100%.

“ts real?” “F(_)ck! I lost!” “easy w1n!”

As the numbers were plateauing at a hundred, the other information were following. Soon came the result there was only Incineroar cum inside. Nothing else, no one else, but pure and unadulterated Incineroar cum.

Everyone who bet against Sarge lost their payout. And the old Incineroar was all cocky as he looked over his shoulders to the screen.

“See that, son? Your nuts are as good as mine!” he chuckled, reaching for the trackers over the nuts he ripped off. And so he did for his Son’s nuts, yanking the trackers away even if the poor Xeno was still a mumbling and moaning mess.

Xeno’s orgasm receded. And in that blissful moment, he had been bestowed a second one. One that had been much stronger, much more intense. And left him heaving, moaning… And yet changing. Such a concentrated mix of Incineroar cum mixed with all hormones, it wouldn’t do any good to other Pokemons. But to Xeno, it meant for him to slowly arise as his body felt warmer. Stronger. More bulgy.

His pecs were bigger, enough for his hands to only partially hold each. His arms had become as wide as his thighs. And his thighs were so big they could be compared to treetrunks. His entire body was brimming with a renewed strength, a renewed power he felt every time he moved anything. Hands, arms, anything was a source of newly found sensation for the young Incineroar as he looked up and down… And then back at his Father, holding out the trackers.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t need them anymore, Son,” chuckled Sarge, throwing the cables aside as he passed his arms below his Son’s waist and… Lifted him. Even if Sarge’s cock was getting outstretched, abused, teased… The older Incineroar still lifted his Son off and held him in his arms like it was nothing.

Like all that additional bulk did nothing to halt the more massive Pokemon to act in all impunity as their nuts pressed together, their cocks were entangled… And their faces were now close, much to Xeno’s surprise.

“D-Dad, I-”

“Now, now, Xeno”, laughed Sarge, patting that back and guiding his Son into a kiss, their lips meeting in a tender embrace.

“kiss me!” “eugh” “What a hunky dad. I would love to have his hot seed in his my balls, <3 <3 <3”

Still, Sarge heard the pings, and so did Xeno. But as Xeno’s cock throbbed and spurted a bit of cum inside Sarge’s cock, the older Pokemon released his Son’s lips.

“I- I came in… Your balls,” moaned Xeno, his face ashamed. “So-Sorry.”

“Sorry what?” he said, pointing his chin to the screen. With the captors off, the results were stuck, and Xeno could see the truth. Their balls were not overtaken… Or rather, Xeno’s nuts had been overtaken by a whole new lot of genes.

Xeno’s eyes lit up in surprise, his mouth agape before he grumbled, and another shot of pleasure coursed through his spine. He shot a load down his Father’s cock. He groaned, unable to resist as he smelled Sarge’s pungent musk and felt his presence around him, soothing.

“You-”

“I put the Incineroar back inside those nuts, but not you!” chuckled Sarge, mocking as he patted his Son’s butt, and through a few movements, sat on the bed with his Son on his lap. It only took a few more minutes before Sarge pulled his Son’s dick out and was soon kissing Xeno while using his massive fingers to fingers their urethras.

Their mouths met, their breathing quickened, and their joy was visible before Sarge pulled out from the kiss.

Saliva still joined their lips. And the older Incineroar chuckled before he turned to the front camera, pointing at it with his fingers.

“Sorry, boys. But my Son’s balls are a whole different league, now. But you wanna feel what’s a real stud’s cum in your nuts, come. Or you can watch me.”

“Watch you! OH!”

As Xeno was again lifted, taken away from his Father’s mouth and chest, he had his legs spread by powerful arms and hands. Then, as he had his posterior in clear sight, loose and already lubricated by his gooey nature, it was to have his Father’s humongous cock slipping inside and stretching him wide.

“more more more” “wincest tbf” “I want a dad lik him” “f(_)ck your son!”

Sarge was no longer reading as he was feeling his Son’s tender hole slurping on his cock, holding it tight while he leaned over and kissed those lips, sampling the aroma in that breath while Xeno’s belly bulged and bulged. With his growing hair and body, he almost looked like a smaller and inflated version of Sarge. Even with his growing beard and mustache.

But it was enough.

Enough for the young Incineroar as he rubbed his father’s humongous dick through his belly. It crushed his guts, squeezed his prostate, made his toes curl.

“Oh yeah… We’ll start a new deal of stream, Son. No more- hrmph… worthless dicks inside you,” growled Sarge as he gave another thrust… And another. He was not fighting the orgasm rising in his groin, nor his son. Neither resisted when Sarge’s movements grew frantic and his balls lifted. And… When his Son’s hole released, the chat screamed, and more coins were sent out; he pulled out and sprayed.

Xeno shot, too. And both marked, branded, hit, pushed, and broke the camera as fluids poured all over it… Leaving only the last image to be shared with the stream: Father and Son kissing together.