FSE

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Also, many, many thanks to CheezyWEAPON on FA: For the photo for next chapter and for spending several nights brainstorming with me ^^ Without him, this series probably wouldn't exist! X3

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"Mama, Mama! Is dinner ready yet? I'm getting really hungry!"

A little girl with short, orange hair as bright as her large smile pranced into the kitchen. Her makeshift pony-tail bobbed on top of her head while her semi-erect penis slapped about her thighs, tossing the strands of cum that continually spilled from its tip across her rear. The stuff dribbled down her legs, slurping a bit as the excessively large testicles bounced upon her knees and splashed it in all directions. The semen coated her legs and flung across the floor as she skipped over it unabated.

The child stopped next to the stove, ejaculating so much that she was soon standing in a puddle of her own spunk. She poked the wide, boney hips of the cow that worked the pans on the stovetop. "Mamaaa!"

"It'll be done real soon, Nikki. Why don't you go tell Illi it's time to eat? By the time you get back it should be all ready." The wavy, brown hair of the cow tossed about her shoulders and to the small of her back as she looked down to give the girl a smile.

"Eehee, ‘kay!" Nikki twirled around in her slime, sliding through it like a skater on ice. Once she picked up enough momentum, she resumed her skipping, trailing white along her path.

The cow heaved a blissful sigh and returned her attention to the meal. It wasn't until some liquid sizzled across the pan as it sprayed from her chest that she realized a hand had crept up to one of the teats of her four breasts. She shrugged, letting her fingers proceed with working the long nipple. A little more milk in the dish wouldn't hurt anyone.

Several minutes passed before the sounds of heavy footfalls through thick puddles were heard approaching. Smaller, softer ones danced in ahead of them.

"I thought you were just going to get her? Your dinner is getting cold." The cow sat at the table, waiting for the others.

"Illi was busy playing with herself~," Nikki sang.

The young one hopped up onto her chair. She bent forward, reaching down between her legs until she could grope the underside of her scrotum. Once the gargantuan testicles held firm enough in her embrace, she pulled them up as she leaned back. Then, she crossed her legs in the seat and set the balls down gently into her cradling lap. The cow helped push the girl's seat in closer, until the large spheres nestled softly against the tabletop. The cow also handed her a cylindrical thing with a hole in one end and a tube extending from the other to a bucket under the table.

Nikki stuck out her tongue as she focused. Carefully, she slid the sleeve over her gushing cock. The white fluid ceased spilling across herself and instead siphoned off into the tube and down to the bucket. All settled, she dived into the food before the others even had a chance.

"I was only playing with myself because somebody was late with dinner... You know I get this big this late in the evening..."

The heavy footfalls came to a stop before another chair. A scrawny girl rest a hand over a very distended belly, like a human mother that was several months pregnant. Rather than being pleased with her girth, her dark disposition merely left her glaring at the cow for the disruption in her metabolic schedule. Her other hand fluffed at the reddened fuzz that grew around her neck like a feathery boa.

The hand reached back, pulling the knee-length dark hair away from her body so she didn't sit on it. The faux, white eyes etched into the bang that covered the left side of her face soon revealed her real eye, as well as the three eye-like patches of eyebrow above it, matching the right side of her face. A spider's eight eyes, fake or not, were unmistakable.

"I was only late with dinner because somebody forgot their feeding at six-o'clock. I was left stranded on the couch until that somebody finally realized she was parched." The cow deflected the gothic spider's glare to the younger girl with her own stare.

The small one noticed the reference and looked up from her eating with a wide grin. "Eehee, sorry. There were a bunch of butterflies outside and I was trying to catch them. I forgot."

Illi slapped a palm to her forehead and the cow chuckled. But, the voracious hunger of all three dissolved the issue, turning their attention to the hefty plates before them. They all scarfed down the multi-serving dishes, some more elegantly than others. Just like every other meal, the amount of food would have been enough for a family of eight. With seconds. Or maybe even thirds. There was always some left over, in case someone got hungry before bed, which there inevitably were.

Yet, after the first round of servings, the cow's ears noticed a sudden lack of dishes clanking. She looked up at the other two. Her ears lowered as she frowned in discontent.

"Illi..."

The spider-girl's eyes were shut as she leaned back in her seat, her mouth open slightly as she gasped quietly.

"Illi!"

Illi's hands were nowhere to be seen, though her shoulders moved slightly enough to make her red boa flutter.

"ILLIA!," the cow's voice rose.

Illia finally snapped out of her little world and glared back at the cow. "What?"

"Not at the table, please..." The cow shook her head towards the third girl.

White goop splashed over the child's plate. Both of her small hands had slid the sleeve off her member with their fervent stroking. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes stared hotly at the gushing head. The rod was quickly getting stiff enough to send the white stuff cascading over the whole table.

"Oops, sorry Mala, I didn't mean to get her going...," Illia said half-heartedly. Her cheeks remained flushed, with a look of disappointment for not being able to continue.

Mala rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the masturbating child. "Hey Nikki. If this food has Illi's egg and my milk, can you guess what came from your garden?"

Nikki's attention shifted away from her cock as she pondered the cow's question. Her hands slowly came to a stop and let go, leaving the penis to hang off to the side, the stream of creamy goo splashing onto a hip rather than into her dinner. Its pressure reduced as it softened up slightly, no longer threatening to douse everyone else's meal as well.

"Hmm... Ooo! I know! My rice, right?!," she answered cheerfully.

"Mmhmm, very good. Now, why don't you finish up your meal before you get hungry again."

"Yes, Mama!"

The girl took a moment to lick the stuff from her fingers and picked up the fork to dive back into the food. She continued to gulp down mouthfuls, despite the extra sauce she had just added. And while she was distracted, Mala took the liberty of putting the fleshy faucet back into its sleeve, so that any more mess would go into the appropriate bucket.

"And we still have the cake I bought for dessert, right?" Illia tried to use the distraction game on herself.

"Yup. It's in the fridge, so we can eat it once we're done cleaning the dishes."

The spider gave a slight smile, successfully ignoring her other hunger. With renewed vigor, she also returned to her subtle munching.

Within another twenty minutes, they were all leaning back in their seats, coddling their stuffed bellies. Illia a little more so, as her gut now pinned her between the table and her chair. Her hands were slowly sliding down her gravid shape when the cow noticed her intent and tried to stretch the night out a little longer.

"Alright! Let's wash the dishes, Illia. Then we can have your cake!"

The spider blinked and shook her head awake. "O-Okay."

Mala looked down to the young girl. "And I think it's time you go water your garden, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

Nikki waited for the cow to pull her chair away from the table before letting her testicles roll out of her lap. She bounced down, still tethered to the bucket, and watched as the bucket rolled out from under the table after her. The spunk-filled thing had small wheels underneath, but she was quick to grab hold of the rope that was also attached so it wouldn't be tugged along solely by her cock.

"And don't forget this!"

Mala snatched up the big ladle that was still drying out in the washboard and dropped it into the semen with a plunk. The little girl gave her an affirming grin and proceeded to pull the bucket out the sliding glass door that separated the kitchen from the backyard. The cum in the overflowing bucket swished back and forth and out over the floor, but nobody paid any mind to it. They had other things to do.

A lot of food creates a lot of dirty dishes.

While Nikki tended to her garden, Illia and Mala spent their time cleaning up the mess. The food mess, that is; there was no point in trying to clean up the white mess. And with Illia's mind in its unfocused state and her hands stricken with wanderlust, Mala volunteered to do the washing while Illia haphazardly dried. Though, as they progressed, the wet dishes were rapidly beginning to pile up.

"You alright, Illi?" The cow eyed the towel that was spending more time between the spider's legs than on the dishes.

"No. I knew I shoulda strapped on a toy before I came downstairs..."

"Want me to quickly run up and get you one?"

The spider flashed Mala a wicked grin. "Actually... I think I've got a better idea."

A thin finger extended down to the cow's waist. Mala let out a squeak as Illia's nail tickled around the circumference of her masculine sheath.

Mala's ears dropped down on either side of her head, a heavy blush brightening her face. "Illi..."

"You know you like it, even if you say you don't~" Illia's hand descended and wrapped about the low-hanging scrotum, giving the cow's testicles a slight tug. "You aren't even wearing your skir-... your ski- irck... Pleh!"

Illia choked on her own words as her mouth began to gum up. A long strand drooled from her mouth. Before she could think about what she was doing, she reflexively spit it out. Right into the dishwater.

"Oh, wait, that one looks salvageable!" Mala's hand dived into the water to catch the precious silk.

"Not anymore..." The spider watched in dismay as Mala's hand came out, the strand disintegrating from the dish-soap before having a chance to solidify.

"Aww..." The cow tossed it back in. "And I'm not wearing my skirt because Nikki had to pump my breasts so I could stand up earlier. Between her and myself, well... my skirt was too crunchy when it all dried, so I threw it in the wash."

"Speaking of which, I think I need to wash these as well."

Illia pivoted about her hips, showcasing the stockings on her legs. They were sufficiently coated with several layers of dried cum, with an ample amount of fresh stuff still clinging to them.

"If you didn't wear them nonstop, I'd be able to wash them more often."

The spider glared angrily at her.

"Okay, okay, I'll try to wash them tonight while you're busy with Nikki. Think you can at least wait until after dessert?"

"Hmm... Gimme that plastic spoon with the thick handle."

Mala gave her a curious look as she handed it off, but soon rolled her eyes once more. Illia squat down slightly, angling the handle upwards. With juices running down its sides, the spoon almost completely disappeared, save for the wide tip. The spider twitched a little as she stood, some rude sounds echoing about the plastic.

"Yup, I should be able to survive now," she smirked.

The cow shook her head. "Alright. Sit down. Time for cake. I'll clean up the rest of the dishes afterwards." She stepped towards the glass door and shouted outside. "Nikki, you done yet?"

The tiny feet pattered back to the door at the call, with squeaky wheels spinning to keep up behind her. A white spray entered the door before she did, the sleeve now laying inside the sticky bucket alongside the ladle.

"Yup, all done! I was tasting some of the strawberries; they're sooo good!" Her smile was still a lush red from all the succulent juices.

"Oh, really? Well, we'll have to remember that for dessert tomorrow. Now it's time for cake!"

"Yay! Do I have to strap in again?" Nikki looked to the bucket.

"Nah, you can just let it hang underneath."

Nikki gleamed. This time, as she hopped up into her chair, she merely rest the orbs upon the edge of the bucket underneath, letting the member lay over them and spew downward, with most of the stuff hopefully hitting its mark. Illia also sat back down, but winced as the spoon pushed deeper from pressing against the chair.

"Now...," Mala spoke as she sliced up the large carrot cake she had taken from the refrigerator. "After cake, I want you to drink up first, I'm getting big," she nodded towards Nikki while squeezing an engorged breast till milk squirted out. "And then you and Illi can go lay her egg for tonight."

Illia grinned at the child. She erotically raised a leg towards the girl, letting Nikki stare as she propped it up on the tabletop. Her crotch hovered towards the edge of the table, pushing the spoon against it and levering it about her slit, with plenty of slurping and sucking to be had.

Mala shook her head as she saw a burst of cum fly out from under the opposite side of the table. "Just eat your cake and try not to make too much of a mess..."