Inseminating love
Vik' has found a perfect lab partner for his breeding experimentation. Something Vayne might have to learn about in the moment
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Inseminating love
Vik’ has found a perfect lab partner for his breeding experimentation. Something Vayne might have to learn about in the moment
Within the warehouse, the slow whirr from the fans was almost lulling. Almost as the constant buzz of machinery, of the computers doing computations day and night without a break, of the steps themselves crossing through the almost empty room.
“Huh. Crazy lab hidden in a warehouse? That’s your big secret, Vik?”
“Crazy lab? Wait, do you want me to get in a lab coat and nothing else below?”
“Tsch. You’re avoiding the question.”
“And I’m telling you, Vayne, that’s my workplace. Not many spots in town where you can store a lab without raising eyebrows. You’d rather see it in my living room?”
“Heh. Point.”
With a satisfied chuckle, Viktor, or Vik’, stretched one arm and passed through the plastic strip-curtains, pushing them aside to help his fellow as they entered the “lab” itself. The place, once inside the rather large cube of plastic and metal, was relatively pristine and clean. A white rubber flooring had been installed before the furniture. And likewise, a suspended ceiling, with neon lights, gave everything that same vibe as a clean hospital.
The scent of antiseptic was the only one lacking while Vik’ strutted around the machines, turning on the few computers placed amidst the busy workbenches. The computers’ purring was almost appeasing while he continued his stroll, avoiding the center of the room, while his strutting went faster, turning on screens and whatnot.
“What’s with that examination bed?”
Vayne’s voice was soft, calm, and low. It was like a low drum, echoing through the fake laboratory room. One centered around the large pantherine stud who stood by an examination bed, his eyes glancing at the pristine leather.
With his spotted black fur, it was easy to guess Vayne was a panther. Pink paw pads at each hand, purplish to blue eyes, outstripping body with each muscle coiling under the thin fur.
However, the difference came in numbers, in limbs. In the presence of a second set of arms, giving the Feline an elongated torso and back. A back that was completed by two large tendrils sprouting from around the shoulder blades and ending in two toothy pads.
Displacer Beast, Omlarcat, Dirlagraun. Such were the old names to describe the species, though it wasn’t the exotic nature that caught Vik’s eyes as he observed Vayne’s hulking frame, cheerful gaze, or genuine smile. It was something more.
“For people wanting to help me with my research,” explained Vik as he leaned against one workbench, one of the few not hefting an unhealthy amount of beakers, flasks, vials, and other components.
With a chuckle, the relatively informal Albino Rat approached. One foot below Vayne’s hulking, he moved with an ease completed by his red eyes brimming with… Satisfaction. Desires? Curiosity as he scratched his neck while extending one hand, palm up.
“Most of the time. I help a few athletes with their injuries. Mainly those who are high as a kite and could piss blue from all they take. They don’t want officials to know about the dope, so they get… To me. And they pay a pretty penny, so I stay silent,” said Vik’, rubbing his thumb and middle fingers together.
“That’s… That’s illegal, dude,” commented Vayne, his voice quasi innocent. In return, Vik’ chuckled and leaned against a table, his elbows on the leather.
“Aww. Are you here to judge me? To bring me to prison? Pwease, don’t judge me too harshly, big cat,” mocked Vik’, squeezing his own cheeks while puffing them up.
“That’s not what I meant. Why did you bring me here, by the way?”
With that, Vik’ shook his head and stretched back, but not without patting the examination bed. In the meantime, he continued his little tour and seemingly collecting sundries from all around, like straps.
With his body naturally thin but muscular, it didn’t seem he needed any help. And so, Vayne glanced at the bed.
“What?”
“Lie down. I told you I’m examining men all day. You’re a peculiar specimen, one whose body can be a trove of data for my future research! I mean, you are almost unique around the town. So, it’s on you to lie on the bed, and let me do my magic.”
As Vayne listened, his ears dropped and his face scrunched a bit. He glanced around, his eyes meeting some machines that had the name Womb-Labs scratched out. But in the end, the Displacer Beast poked at the bed, dubious about lying on it.
“Your magic? I only learned twenty minutes ago you’re a lab rat. No offense.”
“None taken,” chuckled the Albino Rat. “But I’ve worked with all kinds of men. I couldn’t get… Erhh… The proper funding for my research. But you know me, Vayne. I’m not out to kill the world. More-“
“Into rubbing my belly, yeah.”
With rolling eyes, Vayne jumped on the examination bed. The metal structure started to creak and totter a second due to the sudden and impressive weight added on top of it. However, after a few seconds in which both men froze, expecting the worst, nothing happened.
“You’ve got a great belly. Oh. I forgot, can you strip down, too?”
“Hrmph. You could have asked before!”
“My fault!”
With a grumble, Vayne then started to strip as asked. Shoes off. Socks off. Gym shorts off, same as his tank top, adapted to his unnatural number of limbs. In the end, he only wore a red thong and nothing else.
“Everything off, Vayne.”
“Urfh. I don’t like showing off.”
“That’s great. Because we’re between friends and I already checked out your cock. Off with it!” said Vik’, adding a snap to it while he approached, carrying around a lot of leather straps.
“What’s all that for?” asked Vayne as he finished stripping, removing the last barrier to his genitals and ample posterior. After all, that thong had been massive. And so was the Feline’s genitals, from his boulder-like testicles or that cut cock that dangled between his legs.
“You never told me you saw it,” grumbled Vayne, watching Vik’ pull one of the straps and tap Vayne’s leg, enjoining the large feline to give it to him… Before the leather was secured to the examination bed’s side bars, and pulled on Vayne’s knee.
“Because it was obvious. We showered together at the gym. You never checked a dude out when showering with him?”
Vayne’s scrunching face was enough of a tell, and Vik’ continued his little turn, adding more straps and securing more limbs.
“Tell me,” continued Vik’, never letting the conversation end in a break. “How many junks you’ve seen?”
“Uh… Not… So much,” mumbled Vayne, turning his face away.
“Hah! That’s cute. Tell me the truth, Vayne, you know you can trust me, right?”
“Well, that’s… Peculiar. I’ve had a job at Womb-Labs, if you know. About something with fertility. I’m basically a surrogate for other couples.”
“Oh… The fertility and impregnation tests, yeah. I remember that,” nodded the Rat, securing Vayne’s right arm. “It was a fuckfest, no?”
“More like… They asked me to get impregnated and… I ended with-“
“Behemoths. And a few exotics like Dragons. It must have felt great, hmm?”
“It was… Strange? Painful. Like I was constantly heavy and unb-… Vik’? Why are you attaching me like this? It wasn’t a check-up?”
Vayne blinked, watching as his arms were fully attached. No, not only them, even his tentacles in the back had been secured, leaving only his neck capable of moving. The other limbs were firmly secured, each one.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I meant to say the big reason I brought you here is because that “check-up” is linked to your previous pregnancies,” commented Vik’. He stepped away for a second to bring a large machine linked to a surgical mask. He gripped it and brought it to Vayne’s face.
“What? What’s this all, Viktor?” grumbled Vayne, his face serious as he tried to shake his head, pushing away the surgical mask. However, as Vik approached it, he finally forced the Displacer Beast’s muzzle inside the mask and affixed it with more straps behind the head.
“It’s a theory of mine. Without any better test subject than Womb Labs’ prized broodmother,” laughed Vik’, going around and patting Vayne’s chiseled abdominals, stroking them, and huffing. “Shame.”
“Hrmphh!”
With one tube pushing against Vayne’s lips, the Displacer Beast couldn’t answer but growl while he sensed something cloyingly sweet being forced against his mouth. A liquid. One, he tried to spit and shake off, before he licked it once. Then, as he did, the Feline started to lick faster and faster, unstoppable until he was chugging the liquid down.
“No, seriously, it’s a shame. Womb Labs doesn’t know what to do with their pregnancies. You know it's possible to use the hormonal production during that period to improve someone’s strength? No, you don’t, because Womb Labs is loaded with idiots. We could become much stronger after one baby! I mean… You must have felt great and powerful when carrying all those behemoths? No, don’t tell me. I’m right.”
With a chuckle, Vik waved toward Vayne’s face, letting the feline chugging and swallowing the liquid, before he returned to applying sensor pads all over the Feline’s body. Arms, legs, pecs, neck, face, belly, even the genitals earned their pads while the Rat worked.
He even ignored how Vayne’s expression seemed to mellow, or how his body was radiating with heat…
But Vik’ didn’t ignore Vayne’s erection as he outstretched a pad and applied it to the underside of the Feline’s enormous erection, careful in picking a spot on the charcoal-black tip.
“That’s why they fired me, you know, Vayne? I was their best scientist, and I could have revolutionized the entire field of sports and pregnancy. But it’s fine. Because we’ll do that together, only us both,” commented Vik’, passing a hand on Vayne’s testicles, poking at the large testicles. The Rat stroked them, felt the sweat sticking to the thin fur, before he sighed and stepped back, stripping off his own gym attire. Informally, the Rat went downright exhibitionist as he grabbed a nearby lab coat with nothing underneath, nothing stopping his pinkish erection from pointing up and forward. Sure enough, his erection wasn’t as large as an arm like Vayne’s. But it was nonetheless impressive with six inches and dripping, catching the eyes of Vayne, who hyperventilated and… Purred.
Purred like a Kitten as his cock started to drip and release a steady flood of precum.
However, Vik seemed to ignore it as he grabbed another machine, one attached to another tube ending with… A dildo? He chuckled, wielding it before Vayne’s somewhat glassy eyes as he reached between the Displacer Beast’s legs, lifted those hefty testicles, revealed the pinkish and already moist orifice… And presented the dildo at the entrance. The orifice didn’t resist much, especially since the dildo was only two-thirds of Vayne’s length, making it an easy penetration completed by muffled moans, groans, purrs, and hands pulling on the bindings.
“It’s fine. It’s there to make it feel like the real thing. It’ll be way better once I pump you full of cum. Mine, of course,” stated the Albino Rat, his tail twitching and wagging as he approached the nearest workbench. He pulled from it a plastic bag filled with a greenish liquid, then went to grab a support for IV drips, letting the bag dangle from it with a tube joining to what Vik’ prepared to be a catheter.
“And the most important mix, Vayne. Fertility booster for your little tummy, cum for your little cunt… And more hormonal boosters for your muscles. You’ll see, Vayne. You’ll be a big purring and sexy kitten when I’m done with it. And you’ll thank me,” laughed Vik’, flicking the needle before he inserted it in Vayne’s lower right arm, directly stabbing a vein.
But despite the obvious pain it produced, Vayne only… Moaned and purred, with his cock throbbing and spurting precum on the examination bed.
“Yeah. It feels great? So many boosters, even your babies will be healthy and strong,” said Vik’ with a tiny smile as he pulled a last set of machines… Screens. Screens that were displaying all sorts of information: cortisone levels, heartbeat, blood pressure, testosterone levels, progesterone levels… And so on. No, more than that, there was also the familiar screen any obstetrician might have seen in their lives. And a probe the Rat grabbed as he began to climb on the bed, careful as he heard the bed creak again.
“Fuck yeah. Ever since I saw you big, with that belly button popped out, I wanted to see it again, Vayne. Fuck. You know how sexy you’d look with more muscles and a big belly? A freaking sexy beast,” laughed Vik as he continued to clamber, passing around Vayne’s cock and genitals before he was sitting on his groin… On his lower belly, straddled and having the coal-black cock pressed against his back.
“Hrphh… I’m so lucky, I’ll be able to feel all that good stored Rat cum stuff your tummy,” he even said, leaning forward to give that belly a firm hug before he pulled a remote from the lab coat and pressed on it.
As soon as he pressed it, the machine linked to Vayne’s plugged asshole began to whirr. Pumps inside started up, and the machine itself trembled as something white began to ascend from the otherwise empty tube. White, thick, heavy, as it progressed slowly across the tunnel, as it ascended with difficulty until it approached Vayne’s posterior and…
“Mhmhhhhh!” moaned the Displacer Beast, his eyes rolling as that thick and dense cum was pouring inside him.
Vik’ laughed, not even bothering as he stroked himself. He watched the Displacer Beast’s expression crumble, and the Feline even came a bit, with one shot running down Vik’s back.
“I told you. You’d thank me. Best… pregnancy you’ll have, Vayne. All mine,” said Vik’, leaning forward and stroking those throbbing abdominal muscles, that belly button… And almost chirping when the first traces of the cumflation appeared. As the liquid started to add so much pressure inside Vayne’s guts, the Feline’s waist began to thicken.
The first casualties of the experiment were those abdominal muscles, forced to distend and then to merely erase as the tension forced them to thin… And in return, Vik’ couldn’t pry his eyes away from that belly rounding up by the second.
His ears from the gurgle emanating from Vayne. From the heat emanating from that tummy that wasn’t taut by any mean, but round enough Vik’ pressed on the remote to stop the flow of cum inside Vayne.
“What do you think, Vayne? One charge and you’re already so round. Imagine when you’re full with a litter, big kitty!” laughed Vik’, smacking Vayne’s belly once before he wielded the probe and pressed it against the stomach, while the other hand went to massage and rub the surely sore skin. Without the filling, that body still… Throbbed with energy.
“Cortisol fine. Heartbeat okay. Pressure same. Hormonal levels are a bit low. But it’s only the beginning. I told my fellow scientists they could use you for this experiment. Or even have you take two Behemoths’ loads at once. You’ve got the perfect body for a broodmother, Vayne. It’s… fantastic!”
With another shrill cry, Vik’ continued to press the probe, trying to get a view of the Feline’s gut, passing and passing again, unable to stop. Most of the result from the echography was the cum itself, filling Vayne’s guts and internal womb until it was round. But it should have been there…
It-
“Yes!” shouted Vik’, grinning and going as far as leaning to kiss Vayne’s bulging belly. “Oh yes. You’re such a talented mother, Vayne.”
The Albino Rat’s joy wasn’t unwarranted as, on the particularly chaotic vision of that new-tech echograph, he could see… Well, a growing fetus. Not just one cell, as it would be impossible to pick up. But clearly, one fetus. One that was almost developing before the Rat’s eyes as he kept massaging and kissing that round tummy.
“So great… So so great, Vayne. You’ll be such a good mother for us both. Nobody can get that like me,” commented the Albino rat, his eyes brimming with joy as they met with Vayne’s, with that glassy gaze. “Ah, it’s fine. You’ll love it when you get a litter!”
With that last remark, Vik’ grabbed his remote again and turned it on, listening to the machine again whirring and the Feline purring back, seemingly satisfied as more cum was pumped inside.
“Ahh… Progesterone levels are on the rise. That’s great. So great. So beautiful. Oh… Fuck, I can’t wait to see that happen,” chuckled the Rat as for a second, he slipped away from Vayne’s groin to grab a bottle near the echograph and emptied it. The cold gel was applied to his fingers and a hefty dose to Vayne’s belly. Vik began to rub it.
He passed his fingers over the sides, feeling the skin stretch and go taut from the pressure, sensing that with each pump, those guts throbbed and seemed to grow bigger. No, everything from the Displacer Beast throbbed, the twitching arms, the trembling legs. Even then… Vik’ passed the fingers from the pectorals’ crevice down to the belly button, watching it still caved out but soon to be popped out.
“Fuck… This… Is so hot,” moaned the Rat, not even able to stop as he pressed his chest against Vayne’s rounding and swelling body, smearing that gel over his fur as he squeezed his face against it, listening to the rumbling inside coming from the Feline’s heartbeat and the soon-to-be-added kittens.
If Vayne’s expression was one of blissful pleasure, completed by another moaned ejaculation, Vik’ looked maniacal as he ground his body against the taut belly, unable to stop himself. At the same time, he continued to check the screens.
No… As he used one hand to press the probe against the Displacer Beast’s belly, directing the array right towards the litter that was soon to be abundant.
“Already… Three little kittens. Testosterone skyrocketing,” moaned the Rat, heaving like a beast of burden as he counted the already growing forms, watching how the eldest of the three had already started to pick up traits from his parents: additional limbs, ears, an elongated muzzle, and a long tail.
Hybrid, all… Four of them, now.
Vik’ pressed his face against the belly, feeling the heartbeat through the sticky fur and skin, he heard a pop, his ears standing up.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Not pop like something uncorked. More like something suddenly bursting open, breaking, ripped apart. Soon, the Rat raised his face, solely to meet with the source of those pops as Vayne’s arms flailed weakly. They moved with a sluggishness that was perceptible, the fingers barely opening and closing, the articulations. But it was clear the bindings and straps used by Vik’ had broken apart.
And for one apparent reason: Vayne was definitely bigger.
Not just plain bigger, his whole body big and hulking. No, as the hormones ran through the Feline’s body, the muscles had been building up. At first, it was the arms and legs, starting to bulk up with the skin getting taut around the muscles’ new curves. Then, as the growth expanded to the torso, they built up on the Displacer Beast’s chest, incrementing the pecs’ size until they, too, were astonishing to gaze at.
That bulk, that growth, it continued to expand while Vik’ had been busy with that rounding belly. And in return, all that growth led to Vayne looking like a giant. Yet, with a belly strapped to it, one that was perfectly adequate to his current pregnancy.
“Hrmph! Aren’t you… So good at this?” asked Vik’, his voice suave and drippy. More so as he grabbed the remote and pressed it, leading the pump to whirr faster and more cum to be added. More insemination. More fluids.
All of that seemed to accelerate the Belly’s cumflation. Worse, it seemed to worsen the Feline’s growth as with each pump, his legs and arms seemed to throb. And those ankles and wrists looked smaller, until they too popped when the hormone growth hit them.
Even then, the Displacer Beast, free of his bond, more powerful than ever, didn’t reach for Vik’s body. Not even as the Rat began to climb on that belly, to drop on it, embracing that pregnant belly with his arms and legs. Vayne’s face was contorted, a snarl appearing here and there on the pacified musclebeast. Discomfort from the pressure. But those arms, growing so large and big could only flail the air and nothing more. They could not reach for the Rat on the belly, grip him away.
They could not liberate Vayne… Leaving him only fighting nothing while Vik remained straddled, stroking, rubbing, nibbling the taut skin… All the while humping, humping faster and faster.
“Oh yeah! I’m feeling them! More of our children inside you! That’s what you’ve been wanting, Vayne! To be a good bitch! A good broodwhore! That’s what you are!” shouted Vik’, a plastered grin all over his face.
One that stretched, grew, expanded, as he leaned forward and began to… Bite. His teeth sank through the fur and directly into the skin, anchoring him to Vayne’s round belly while his hips moved to hump. But with only that round belly, almost as big as a yoga ball, the Rat had no anchors. Except those he created as he scratched, using his tooth and nails to stay steady as with each hump, his back arched and his cock was ground against the softened belly.
“Yes!” he cried, rubbing his dick against Vayne’s belly button, the space starting to fill. Still, it didn’t stop Vik’ from rubbing and pushing, from trying to hit the belly button with his cocktip until…
Until with a moan, a weak moan, and shivering hands, Vayne’s belly button popped out. Instead of going inward, it went outward. It formed, then, another bump on Vayne’s belly, one against which Vik’ was forced to grind his erection and testicles, following each of Vayne’s throbs.
Whether of a heart pushing and hastening, or the sensations from the muscles coiling and bulging, trying to tense and relax. It was evident the flow of feedback was new to Vayne, having him wince and grunt, muffled by the constant influx of fluids.
His entire self was reshaping and reshaped, growing in new ways until new nerve endings were forming. It was as if his sense of self had doubled in volume, completed by a myriad of opposite sensations, of pleasure and pain mixed in.
His hands moved, pushed, narrowly smacked the IV drip away. But in the end, out of breath, the Displacer Beast’s arsm dropped. Even his tendrils fell flat by the bed while his eyes were on the lights above.
Not on Vik’. Not on the ravenous, desiring, yearning, and excited Rat who was still digging, thrusting, clawing. His fingers were not leaving gashes, seemingly careful, but the skin below the fur was red from the abuse and the tentative of anchoring while he bit, he rubbed, and trembled.
On the echograph’s screen, with only a portion visible due to the probe shaking, waving, and sometimes left to drop, the number of Hybrids kept increasing, incrementing. From a respectable number, the litter went almost humongous. Impressive, awe-inspiring.
And soon enough, those kitten Hybrids were so numerous they were soon to form bumps inside the Displacer Beast’s belly, forcing the guts to adapt… And Vayne’s breathing to shift, to adapt, while the pressure on the guts and body was getting immense.
But it didn’t stop Vik’ from continuing to hump, the Rat’s face contorted in a sheer grin. In fact, he was blissful. His insults and crying had started to go down, replaced by a mellowed list of whines, moans, and groans, as his body was taken by tremors. Delighted tremors.
But tremors nonetheless that ran down his spine and tail, making it hit the bed harder and harder as he continued to rub himself against the belly button, coating it with so much precum it had even replaced the gel in the area.
With so much precum, in fact, most of their belly and groins were reeking of the Rat’s musk and excitation as his cock was growing red, throbbing, needy.
“Hhh… I’m… I’m marking you soon, Vayne. Soon… Soon you’ll be mine only!” said Vik’ in a shrill voice, losing his countenance as his face was split in a loving, genuine, but unhinged grin. “Nobody else will get out. You’ll be… Mine… Mine only! Marked!”
And as if on cue, as if the words had been given weight to his desires… Well, Vik’s cock started to spurt more and more precum, the liquid growing white and dense, much like the constant flow that continued inside Vayne, straining against his guts.
And as the pressure inside was reaching its climax and Vayne’s moans heightened, both in amplitude and tone, so did Vik’s. So did the pressure at his cocktip, which culminated… In a long white shot. Long enough to smear all over the belly button, over the belly itself, and then to land on Vayne’s humongous pecs. Enough for everything between the humping, scratching, biting Rat and the Displacer Beast were smeared with cum.
Enough for bliss to wrap on Vik’s traits, making him go sluggish, almost close to Vayne.
“That was… Great,” moaned Vik’, listening to the Feline’s intense heartbeat, shared by many more, as he lay against that belly. His eyes closed, he seemed almost asleep if not for his wagging tail.
Asleep… If not for the machine’s whirring turning into an empty chucking, of a pump trying to do its work but couldn’t.
“Oh… The fun we will have… The fun we can have,” said Vik’, grunting and then snarling as he reached for his dirty and stained lab coat’s pockets, pulling free the remote he pressed.
Just with that, the cum pump stopped and so was the flow in Vayne.
But the throbbing and changes were not done, not yet. For a moment of agony and groans, Vayne continued to… Change and twist. All those hormones, coming from his pregnancy and the quasi-empty IV drip, were churning and pushing into his veins. His arms and legs were already humongous. His pecs massive. But more continued to be pumped as his guts were modified, amplified, increased. They were modifying the Feline, ensuring it could endure the pregnancy. Bigger heart, faster, more enduring. Improved lungs.
It was the culmination of Vik’s works, of his project. And the Rat seemed satisfied, watching as the changes washed over Vayne, his body seemed to relax. No, the Displacer Beast even sighed… His head even dropped against the pillow, his breathing shifting from a wheeze to a powerful and controlled breath, as his heartbeat, which had been quick and unstable, became steady and regular.
He was improved. He was better. He was…
“It was fun… Right Vayne? You loved it?”
Vik’s voice echoed and rang through the room as if he was… Restless. Or afraid something could break that moment. With quick but careful steps, the catheter was removed and a patch applied. He then removed the mask by undoing it, straps by straps, and letting the Displacer Beast smack his lips. Finally, even the dildo, firmly lodged inside Vayne’s ass, was pulled free… Releasing forth a torrent of steamy, hot, and musky cum. A flow that was directly going for the culvert at the center of the room.
However, it seemed to be unending. Worse, even as that flow pushed free, with spurts and moans, Vayne’s belly did not shrink at all. It seemed even bigger as that ass tentatively clenched and tried to retain the flow.
In that display of fluids and sex, Vik’ seemed to relish the moment, excited and even going as far as stroking Vayne’s ass, ensuring it was closing up properly and not extending outward.
He massaged that hole, pushed against it, let it empty itself until the flow turned into a rivulet, then into droplets dripping free… And nothing more. Vayne was empty of cum, yet full and round from kittens.
Kittens that were still pressing and weighing on the massive Displacer Beast’s belly, on his back and guts alike. For a moment, the Feline writhed weakly, trying to find a position in which there was no discomfort… He didn’t find one, but was given respite as the Rat left and grabbed pillows he pressed against the Feline’s back and sides, keeping him steady on the creaking examination bed.
“Shhh… See. I am taking care of you. It’s all for us together. We are together in this, Vayne. I am helping.”
The voice was suave, soothing. But it seemed too much for Vayne as he wasn’t speaking at that instant. In a haze, dazed, unable to comprehend… He was actions and reactions.
He was a body in pain from the sudden pregnancy urged upon him. His glazed eyes were unfocused, still on the neon lights that were slightly lowered in intensity.
He was merely breathing as someone grabbed his left pair, lifted them one by one to have them wrapped around something smaller, shorter, cuddly, furry.
“It is so much fun with you, Vayne. I wish… I wish we could stay like this,” said Vik’s, passing an arm over Vayne’s sticky belly, rubbing it. With the gel and cum still smeared on it, Vik rubbed and massaged the taut skin, making sure the stretching wasn’t too excessive, too brutal on the skin. More than that, he was applying a gel on the stretch marks, appeasing the last hints of pain Vayne still had.
And as he spoke, as he bruxed, the Rat’s face remained contorted with a grin.
A sumptuous grin as he pressed his lips forward, kissed that belly, and then sighed.
“Vayne… Vayne… Vayne… Even your name is beautiful, Vayne… Vayne… Vayne… Can you bear all my children again and again? I’ll keep you warm, and fed, and happy, and full with kittens. Ours. I’ll do that for you, Vayne. Just for you. Wouldn’t it be nice, Vayne?” repeated Vik’, his voice joyful and excited, his tail wagging behind him as he rubbed his entire body against that belly, already feeling the kicks coming from the full litter that had more than a dozen kittens inside.
And through all that rubbing, that kissing, that cuddling, Vayne didn’t answer.
He only panted, and moaned, only glancing down at the hugging Rat before he gave up and closed his eyes, welcomed by exhaustion.
And somehow, the relief as his pain vanished, replaced by another sensation, fulfillment.