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With a moan and a groan, the Salandit continued to push and groan. His tiny hands were holding dearly onto the subject of his attention. His breath was heavy, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He tried to push, his legs kicking against the mattress and his tail smacking the soft surface.

[I]“SMALL FRY! SMALL FRY!”

[/I]In the stream, the insults continued to pellet against the Salandit, who was doing his best, humping and pumping as if his life depended on it. And if it wasn’t his life, it was something else. His future.

All the while, Xeno smirked and chuckled, then gave another push. Another thrust as the flow was going back inside the Salandit… The viewers were watching with attention, they were observing the Salandit trying to fuck the impressive and slightly-gooey Incineroar’s cock, only to lose to the feline.

The little reptile’s cock had been snug and perfectly fitted within the feline’s cock, playing and enjoying the urethra’s velvety walls. But now, he was regretting it full well as the Incineroar’s prostate clenched again, and the flow pushed back.

Spermicidal Takeover.

It was a new trend on some channels, starting with big names who lost their lineage in the process or crushed others. Xeno… Well, he had only tried it once or twice. But as his community grew, he had been asked to take “donations” from his most fervent followers.

And the poor “Lilworshipper83” was losing the battle. His cock strained, and so did his urethra since he came not so long ago, so did Xeno. And of the two, it was the Incineroar who possessed the most “fluids” to push back. And so, he did. His prostate continued to push while the liquid had nowhere to go but outward, around the Salandit’s cock… But only a few droplets were slipping out from the extremely tight urethra… And the rest bulged inside the Pokemon as his testicles were… Inflating.

“Hh. Fuck! I- I need to pull back!”

“Are you chicken?” laughed the Incineroar, licking his lips as they seemed to lose shape for a second and reform like goo. He smiled as he saw the little Pokemon’s face constrain… The fear, the anguish. The tears. And then…

The cry.

An orgasm hit the Salandit as he could finally pull back and drop on his posterior. But by then, as he was dropping and cum poured free from his urethra… Xeno moved. First was his body as he turned to the camera, extending an arm. He looked at the Salandit before he grabbed something near the camera.

“M-My balls! I- They burn!” shouted “Lilworshipper83”, his eyes widened as his nuts had tripled in volume in a matter of an orgasm. He tried to vociferate, to close his fists. But his anger seemed to vanish as that long muzzle pressed against the Incineroar’s armpit.

“Eh! That’s your loss, mate! Look at that! Getting taken over by the backflow! But you’re lucky!”

With a laugh, a hearty laugh followed by the community’s uproar, Incineroar smacked the Salandit nuts and left a sticker on the inflated nuts. The Pokemon tried to complain, but as the blank sticker hit the skin, it changed color to take a mix of red and black before words formed: Fire and Dark.

It was done, finalized… The Salandit’s nuts were branded, and yet, he did not seem to mind much as he was still licking and sniffing the Incineroar’s armpit despite the gooey fur dripping on his nose.

“Well, that was one donation,” chuckled the larger Pokemon, pulling away and scratching his tufty chest as he faced the camera for a second. “Hey, boys! That’s a donation stream! If you wanna participate one day, don’t hesitate to send me coins! The goal is one thousand!”

Well. That part, Incineroar was used to as he flexed in front of the camera, minding and focusing on his shape. Despite looking just like his father, Xeno was… Well. Gooey. His lineage allowed him to shapeshift, but he had to control his body as he flexed, showed his biceps, his chiseled abdomen. His entire body was both training and mindfulness… And he enjoyed showing off to the stream.

Whether it was when fucking a partner, taking a wank, or trying out new toys, Xeno had been quite an active member of the community. A community that had begged him to try out a spermicidal takeover stream for a while now. And who had pushed him to the limit as he had reached the 1K viewers. A bountiful sight in that tiny world as he continued to flex and show off his body.

“Well. Where are the coins? Guys? You don’t want more?” chuckled the Incineroar, only for a [I]Ping! [/I]To start and then be echoed by much more the moment he brushed his tufty chest.

Then, without a break, he reached for his face, his hair, checking if the elastic was still there to tie his mane, and he turned to the left.

“NEXT!”

Next viewer, next participant. Only the long-time regulars and avid paying members were allowed to join. Finally, a Pokemon stumbled by the camera. A Nidoking with a blueish coloration, an oddity. Yet, his rugged and stubble-covered face gave away his nature. That, as well as the hairy chest, the beer gut, and… Well, the dangling bits that were an unfair fight against Xeno’s genitals.

“Hi, guys,” started the Nidoking, massaging his neck to not sound too rough, though it was clear he was a long-time smoker. “My nickname’s TruckerDaddy. But you can call me Trucker… Or Daddy.”

Just as suddenly, that strong arm reached and grabbed Incineroar’s shoulders, gripping him closer. Close enough for the Feline to have his face pressed against those hairy pecs. To have his muzzle brushing against those scales reeking of smoke, of oil, and, yes… Sweat. A strong smell that formed the Nidoking’s natural odor, a masculine and potent one Xeno took in before he shook his head.

“Fine! Let’s get to… It!” chuckled Incineroar, rubbing his muzzle and quickly reshaping it.

“Hehe, of course. I wanted to do that for a while!” laughed TruckerDaddy, clambering onto the bed like Xeno, letting the Feline adjust the focus before they faced one another… And gave themselves a few strokes to get going.

“I’m a big fan, y’know, son?” chuckled the Nidoking, passing a hand over his enormous and cum-churning nuts, round and loud. Then over his entirely purple cock, from the base to the uncut tip, he uncovered the end with a few strokes, letting his likewise-colored precum drip down.

“Hah! Thanks, TruckerDaddy. We’ll see how your donation goes. Better than Lilworshipper, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

With a sleazy grin showing a few golden teeth, the Nidoking approached and had his cock pointing right at the Incineroar’s urethra. Black like ebony, with an uncut foreskin and bulbous tip, Xeno had nothing to be ashamed of, in length and width.

However, it was visible how the Nidoking was plain… Bigger. Taller. Wider. His cock was almost a monster. He reached the feline’s urethra, fingered it like any pussy before he slipped his cock against it.

“Ohhh, tight!”

Well, tight was not the word. More like the Incineroar was making an effort to keep his cock and urethra’s elasticity. As the Nidoking pushed inside, the underside started to bloat, and Xeno heaved. It was… Big. Bigger than Lilworshipper83. And well, more than the toys and rods he tried before. But as his cock burned from the tension, as his gooey mast adjusted, it was pleasant. Like tiny sparks going inside his length. Like tremors as he watched the Nidoking’s bountiful beard.

“You’re enjoying it,” said DaddyTrucker, chuckling as he pushed deeper, feeding one inch after another while the Chat added more tips to the stream.

[I]“F(_)ck tht c(_)nt!” “Go Daddy go” “Here a coin”[/I]

“It’s something. Well, son. Let me show you something more,” said the Nidoking as his arm reached over Xeno’s shoulders, drawing him closer. Closer enough for their muzzles to almost touch and for the Trucker to guide their lips closer, for his mouth to open and force Xeno’s mouth, too.

Cheap coffee and glazed donuts. Xeno felt the taste in the back of his mouth as he was led into that kiss, feeling that tongue playing with his and the back of his mouth. The chat was going crazy.

[I]Ping! [/I]And there, they went over the thousand. Today’s goal.

“Your chat likes it, son. Ready for my donation?”

Xeno grumbled as he was let go, with only a thread of saliva joining their mouths before he was led to DaddyTrucker’s chest as their bodies were now close… So close. He could almost motorboat those hairy pecs, lick the sweat off of them.

But he merely mumbled a “yes”, and squirmed.

DaddyTrucker’s cock moved. It punched into Xeno’s prostate, hit him square, and without giving him a break. But as the head hit him, as precum flowed inside his prostate like a burning poison, Xeno’s expression softened. He pressed his chin against those pecs, he leaned forward. He moaned as DaddyTrucker thrust his hips back and forth, battering the feline’s prostate from within. And feeding it.

“Hrmph… Yeah. That’s a good kitten!” chuckled DaddyTrucker, stroking the feline’s soft fur, going over those gooey arms and holding them, slippery as they were, while he pumped his hips and his balls lifted. His groin contracted, and without even a warning, Xeno felt the hot precum push further inside his prostate and stretch it. It was close to being anally massaged, but there was also a numbness coming from the Pokemon’s fluids… Like anesthesia.

His mind was getting foggy, his thoughts conflicted as he inhaled more of the Nidoking’s musky aroma. As he let it tingle his nostrils, fill them like a wondrous aroma. And then… A hit.

Xeno felt it. Like a hit or punch inside his cock that suddenly bloated on the underside. There was no denial DaddyTrucker was cumming, with his growls and grunt. But in cumming, Xeno felt the sensation but reversed. He felt the flow going inside him, spreading his guts until his prostate bloated from beneath his groin. And then, his balls as they were starting to fill. To burn. To be etched.

“Fu-Fuck! That’s… That’s happening!” moaned Xeno, slurping his saliva and gooey lips.

“I’m barely starting, son,” chuckled DaddyTrucker, pressing the feline closer to his chest, letting him sniff those pecs that were bigger… Hairier. DaddyTrucker pushed him closer to those pits.

Another thrust and another shot bloated the Incineroar’s cock… Before it all went down to his nuts. They were starting to grow and get rounder, going from generous apple-sized organs to orange-sized. And then, there was the sloshing. The heat. The tautness of the skin as the Incineroar climaxed.

Then, once Xeno’s composure recovered, the Nidoking pulled back. The flow going inside that cock and balls receded. But the pleasure was still there as he looked around with an unfocused face.

[I]“DaddyTrucker look diferent?” “He hot” “claim m3 dad”

[/I]The Incineroar’s eyes barely focused on DaddyTrucker. The Nidoking slowly pulled out from Xeno’s cock with many spurts and suckling sounds coming from the gaped cock. Daddy looked… Different. Hairier? Bigger? That beer gut was not rounder? But he couldn’t think further as the Nidoking’s arms wrapped over that shoulder.

“Ah! That was good, son! Too bad for your swimmers, but hey, have a sticker!”

Laughing and patting Xeno’s biceps, the Nidoking grabbed something by the camera and smacked Xeno’s nuts. They… Did not hurt. Instead, he felt hot and excited as he looked down at the blank sticker on the right nut, white to a mix of brown and purple with the words: Poison and Ground.

[I]“the stream done?” “mayb, can’t do more Daddy” “f(_)ck me”

[/I]

“Thanks for taking my donation!”[I]

[/I]The exchanges followed as DaddyTrucker left the scene, his cock still dangling and covered with fluids, while Xeno looked down at his cock. He reached for the tip and pushed against it, pushing two fingers inside the yawning and cum-riddled urethra. For a moment, he trembled in silence before he moaned and he ejaculated… One… Two loads that dropped on the bed, forming a puddle before he chuckled and smiled. He had gotten his goal… But he could do more.

“N-Next one!”

The next one didn’t wait as much as TruckerDaddy. The Gogoat appeared by the screen, unkept and looking like he was beyond his 50s. Even then, he was quite active and reactive as he reached for his cock, stroking it in front of the camera while he flexed one arm.

“Call me TheGoat. And I’ll stuff my donation inside Xeno, too!” laughed the older Pokemon as he approached Xeno. He reached for the younger and smaller Incineroar, pressing his lips against Xeno. This time, there was a scent of mint. But it was only one perfume that was soon erased when Xeno had his face pressed against the Gogoat’s armpit, forced to inhale and worship those green-and-brown-furred pits. He licked the sweat off of them, but mainly took breath after breath while the goat Pokemon was eagerly showing off his bits: a cut cock, with a thin tip but a length that put to shame even DaddyTrucker. His balls were smaller, but it didn’t seem to deter him from joining as his cock easily rammed inside the distended urethra he used, no different than a fleshlight.

“Ah, boi. That’s a good cunt, you tell me!”

“Th… Thanks, Goat,” moaned Xeno through hefty breaths, his lips dropping and reforming while he kept huffing those pits, so loud it was drowning the Goat’s whispers.

Whatever the grass-type told, Xeno did not listen as he was happily taking in everything that was given… His hands went over his sides, gripping on the thighs so he would continue. Gogoat kept pumping, his cock thrusting and battering Xeno’s prostate until the hunky Incineroar was a moaning mess, until… Until there was again another flow. Another ejaculation adding up to the semen piling inside the feline’s nuts. And it felt good. Good as with every thrust, every ejaculation, his nuts throbbed harder and seemed to swell.

[I]“Hes smaller!!” “No goat is bigger n0w”

[/I]The chat was the first to remark amidst the slew of pings and coins going over the two thousand. Xeno looked up, watching the Gogoat looking younger and more fit, better looking while his own testicles were to grow and inflate, to be stuffed so much they were burning. And as Gogoat was pulling away, without adding much, he, too, smacked Xeno’s nuts. And left another patch.

Grass. A green patch that was just above the poison and ground, but another… And soon to be joined as another Pokemon joined in, no two. Gengars, this time. One pushed Xeno down and sat on his face, smothering him. As for the other, he went right for the prize.

It was a change of dynamic within the stream, as people wondered if it was something was planned. Whether the two Gengars plotted this with Xeno, or not. But the result was the same, with Xeno’s muzzle being pressed between those cheeks and that tongue dancing, caressing, stroking that fat rim. It was a neat hole, cleaned and all… And with nothing to do but to use his tongue, Xeno happily licked it clean while his hands dug into those heavy cheeks.

He squeezed, massaged, pressed them only to pry them apart with his hands. It was something pleasing, enjoyable, tantalizing… And his cock answered in kind by remaining up, open… And stiff.

So stiff as the second Gengar was already aligning his cock with that entrance.

“I don’t like sloppy seconds, but I’ll do with it!” chuckled the pervert, aligning his thin and short cock with the gaping and cum-coated entrance.

“Get done! I want to try it out, too!” shouted the second Gengar, still sitting and even rubbing his ass against Xeno’s muzzle while the feline was a moaning and quivering mess. For a moment, his knees lifted, only to be smacked away.

“Don’t ruin the stream!” shouted the first Gengar, his cock already inside. And as he was sitting on Xeno’s belly, his pointing-up cock was perfectly delineated inside Xeno’s cock. The underside was bloated and bulging, stuffed to the brim. As the cock advanced, Xeno’s cock pointed more toward the Gengar until their cocks aligned.

Until the Gengar only had to do weak thrusts inside Xeno’s cock to stuff it. And stuff, he did. He pushed, pummeled, hit.

In the back of his mind, Xeno felt the tingling of that precum pouring in, more dangerous than the Nidoking’s. But the tingling feeling inside his overswollen prostate and balls was… Enrapturing. And he ate, licked, cleaned. His mouth pressed harder, to the point he was clinging onto the purple-skinned posterior, brushing the strands, to give that asshole a lick and to feel the entrance be pried open.

He moaned loudly, enough for the camera to pick it up.

And then…

[I]“1nother load!” “the balls will explode, right?”

[/I]Even as the people were commenting on this, on Xeno’s inflating and growing balls, the gooey Incineroar was fine, even if he had to spread his legs further and further as the Gengar inside him continued to push and thrust and pump.

The cock’s underside was bloated, showing off each of the Gengar’s ejaculation as he was happily pummeling, grinning ears to ears.

“Fuck, bro. You gotta try it out!” he even chuckled, passing a finger on his mouth before he turned and smiled at his brother… Before he pulled out, removing his cock from Xeno’s gaping and ruined cocktip.

But then, it was for them to switch roles.

The two Gengars went in tandem and again was Xeno’s face smothered by a fat ass, getting his balls so stuffed they were almost looking like tanks. And it seemed to be only the beginning.

When the Gengars were done, seemingly bigger and more muscular, their arms bulging with strength, Xeno was left again masturbating… With two more stickers on his nuts: “Ghost” and “Poison”.

“Hey! It’s there with the cockfucking donation? I got a big load!” chuckled a voice, entering the front. A Zebstrika. Bigger than anyone else, and already naked, the hunky electric Pokemon was showing off to the camera for a moment before he turned to Xeno, watching his poor state… And his face dropped.

“Hey dude. Is… is that okay if I add another load? You look stuffed.”

Xeno nodded, reaching for his half-hard cock he pumped. The surface was getting slimy and losing its composure for a moment before the Incineroar’s cock was again stiff and up.

“Go… On dude. It’s open door. Tell… Tell them to come… I’ll just make some… Room,” grumbled the Incineroar as he started to roll and move. His balls audibly churned as he clambered further, and finally, with a loud huff, he sat on the bed. His scrotum landed on the tiled ground, his black-colored nuts covered with stickers and so heavy, they were dead weight.

But that, Xeno was clearly fixing it as he squeezed his legs together and masturbated, one hand on his mast, the other on the cockhead he stretched, opened, and fingered with four fingers before the camera.

“Gimme… Some time,” he slurred, smiling stupidly to the camera while his goo and saliva mixed, dripping onto his body only to be absorbed. And he squeezed his legs, visibly compressing the testicles. His fingers wiggled in and out, much for the chat’s pleasure.

And… He cried.

He cried as cum poured free, with tinges of different origins, of different sources. But the natural heat and aura of his cum? It was gone. Absent as that pool formed on the ground, and he smacked his now-raised and smaller nuts, the stickers pressed together. And he reached with his two hands for his cockhead, spreading the entrance with four fingers.

“There’s… room now. Go on… Add some electricity there.”

“O- Okay,” mumbled the Zebstrika, surprised by the Incineroar’s attitude and energy.

But he wasn’t here to judge.

And so, as he turned away, as he turned the view away from the equine cock, the Zebstrika started to fuck the Incineroar’s cock. And though he said it was a big load, it was not a patient one. His hips pumped, his cock bounced, his balls smacked against Xeno’s cock.

And with a growl, Xeno’s balls suddenly grew, throbbing with another life. And so did the Zebstrika’s thighs and legs, throbbing with renewed strength as they were gaining in volume and definition. A sight… Like no other.

He continued to pump again, adding a few more throbs until Xeno’s balls looked like watermelons. Still, it was not enough even as the Zebstrika pulled out and started to step away.

“He-Hey! Don’t forget!” moaned Xeno, again stroking his cock lazily before the camera.

“What?” asked the Zebstrika, stopping in his track and turning to what Xeno pointed. The stickers. And then, he reached for one.

“Smack it hard, stud!”

The Zebstrika quivered a bit at the idea but smacked the sticker on Xeno’s nuts, right by the ones left by the Gengars. And this time, the sticker took a yellow hue with the word “Electric”.

“Yeah… All types of cum… Keep them… Keep sending them!”

No longer caring, Xeno dropped on his backside with his legs spread and his cock pointing at the camera. From there, it looked no more different than a cunt. Only to disappear whenever a Pokemon strutted in. Masculine, hairy, old, or even young. In any case, they were fully evolved studs who happily added another load inside Xeno… Another shot before slapping another sticker.

“Fighting” from a Machamp who left hairier than before, “Dragon” from a Haxorus who parted while flexing and still stroking his hard-on. “Dark” and “Normal” from an Obstagoon who went for three shots until Xeno’s nuts were rounder than tanks.

And so it continued… It continued until Xeno’s nuts were again stuffed. But this time, the stickers were so many they were hiding his scrotum away. Sometimes, they had to be covering others and smacked behind. And the poor Incineroar kept begging, kept moaning.

“Roll on with the donations! Keep them flowing!” he shouted, unaware of what was happening outside the room. But he heard the [I]Ping! a[/I]s more coins flowed, reaching the ten thousand, crushing his goals.

He listened and focused on the ceiling, on the stench of cum hanging in the air… In the ruined and cum-ridden room. Almost every furniture reeked of cum, now… But it was fine. He was fine. Even if his half-hard cock was sometimes losing its shape before one male had to grip it. Such as the Krookodile, red-scaled, who approached. Smaller than the other studs but definitely of age, definitely an old man as he grumbled, the Krookodile did not care for presentation.

“Hey… Your balls are on the way!” he shouted, groaning as he had to lean just to get to Xeno.

“Push them aside… Or climb on them… Don’t care,” moaned Xeno.

And he moaned further when the crocodilian was indeed climbing on his beanbag nuts, his clawed feet poking at them without hurting or anything. It was rather a pleasant and funny sensation for Xeno as he grumbled and felt his cock already penetrated.

“Yeah… Add more… I… I need more. Oh… Oh fuck!” moaned Xeno, feeling the tapered tip delving into his cock. This time, it was different.

It was not the size or the width, he had taken someone bigger… Way bigger.

No, it was the pressure in his prostate and on his balls as the Krookodile was happily pummeling that urethra, his nuts hitting against the cock’s underside.

“What? What’s the problem?” asked the crocodilian, adjusting his footing and stomping slightly.

“I’m… Oh fuck… I’m… Cumming!” moaned Xeno, his scrotum tensing.

For a moment, the Krookodile might have lost his footing. But no, he held on. He held on to Xeno’s cock as the Incineroar was cumming. And in doing so…

Well, condemned himself.

As Xeno came, there was only one way forward. And as the flow moved upward and outward, it was through the Krookodile urethra that all the cum went. And the poor Crocodilian cried. He cried as before the camera, his nuts were throbbing. And inflating. They were going from apple to orange, to grapefruit, to watermelon. They were growing so much, it was absurd and finally, the poor Krookodile dropped on his backside while shouting.

“M- My balls! My cum!” he shouted, much to the chat’s joy and acclamation.

“[I]Loser!”[/I], [I]“Weak nuts!”, “Get back home!”

[/I]But then, an artificial voice echoed. Someone had paid the donation for it: “What’s his cum type?”

Slowly, with his elbows digging into the bed, the Incineroar managed to sit up. His… Cock was nothing but a fuckhole. His balls, half-emptied tank. But he smiled as he reached for one of the last stickers, only three more, before he looked at the Krookodile.

“Thanks… For the donation,” chuckled Xeno, smacking the sticker on the bewildered crocodilian who stood aghast… And red-faced when that sticker didn’t react. “Ups… Too… Diluted for you.”

“F-Fuck you!” shouted the Krookodile, giving Xeno the finger before he stood up and went outside. Or rather, waddled with his legs outstretched.

“What a loser,” chuckled Xeno, uncaring as he reached for his cock and flashed a grin to the camera.

He flashed them a grin, waving his cockhead as he was covered with sweat, cum, and looked like a mess.

“Hey… no… No need to wait further, guys. Come in. Everyone. My cock and balls are open bar. Leave your donations there. I need your swimmers. I need your cum inside me. Got it… Stuff me with all that cum! I need it!” he said, watching as the Chat went in uproar, everyone eager to have a turn with him.