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In this world, the people have their futures decided for them by their parents. Well, it's actually determined by an alignment of the stars, but that ritual is performed by the parents, who then must shape their child to follow that destiny.

So when Sven's destiny turned out to be... unique, I wasn't surprised when it led to arguments within my partner's side of the family. The bull's father claimed he would care about him no matter what the conditions of his birth, but when the stars told us that his occupation would be something frowned upon, he was anxious to disown the child and have me give birth again. But I couldn't of course, he was my son!

What I didn't expect was for those arguments to grow into earnest rage that eventually resulted in a divorce. For the next eighteen years, the task of raising Sven to fulfil his future has been my task, and my task alone.

As I sat beside his sleeping figure, I couldn't help but ponder this fact over and over. Had I done a good job? The witchcraft it required had me looking in the darkest of places, followed by careful cultivating for many years to come. The only way for Sven to grow into what he needed to was to control his growth as he aged, all via magic. I used spells that I was surprised weren't forbidden to influence his body in certain ways, almost like genetically mutating a plant.

But as he grew older and he began to act more like a relatable person, my thoughts and feelings would change a bit. Just a bit. He wouldn't resent me for anything I had ever done to him, and that made me... confused. Conflicted. Yet equally relaxed. Calmed. Like him being okay with who he was made me happy inside, happy to be by him.

I gave a long but quiet sigh, lightly brushing a hoof over his enormous figure. Sven was a hulk of a bull, a giant scaling a whopping nine feet when standing tall and proud. He looked toned and powerful, with carefully distributed muscle and fat to make him physically attractive no matter how far away you looked for him, or whatever angle you looked at. Yet, being this close to him, I could tell his body was built with the kind of delicacy that would be perfect for a man in the childcare business.

Sven was soft rather than rugged. His hair was styled, covering his head, horns, and the base of his round, cute face, just about managing to land the 'manly' definition. Otherwise, his chest and stomach were shapely, so anyone looking could tell exactly what they would be getting into bed with. Well, at least, he was my ideal look for a man, so I knew that's what I would want to get into bed with.

Yes. This was what I had shaped Sven to be: a breeding bull for hire. The stars had given him the job of satisfying women of all kinds, serving and solving their issues with mating, whatever they may be. Thanks to my efforts and careful witchcraft, he had grown into the living embodiment of a man in heat, able to pleasure anyone lucky enough to be granted his services.

As he slept, it was hidden right now. But his member was the most important tool, and that was the hardest for me to work with. I stopped stroking once I got down to his crotch, stopping there to ready myself.

"Sven honey, wake up," I said, shaking him lightly. The bull murmured to himself and stirred, making me giggle. He could be such a manbaby sometimes. "It's time for your morning measurements."

"Mrrgh. It's so early," he groaned, turning away.

"Don't be like that, now. You haven't even opened your eyes," I said, rolling mine.

He groaned again and rolled to his back to stretch, using his legs to kick off the covers. They shot straight to the ceiling, revealing the shape of his tool that his underwear struggled to bury.

I had neglected to mention that his physical weight was a thing of considerable note when his growth was altered. A bull of this size simply couldn't fit on scales, and even if he could, I was sure he'd break them. His movements created rumbles on the ground that could be heard for miles, and when he habitually hopped out of bed, the whole house shook.

"A-aah! S-sorry, I didn't mean to--" he said, prodding his hooves together.

"Sven, it's fine. Remember, the neighbours said it's fine," I said, rubbing his arm. The thickness of that arm could've outdone me had I not been a plus-sized cow. By normal anthro standards, I was tall, smooth, and curvy, a surprisingly ideal body type for someone in their late forties. I was still a looker that drew all the eyes.

I couldn't help but pose in front of the test room mirror at that thought, pushing out my hips. My udders showed through a bit, but Sven didn't comment. He only blushed lightly, looking reluctant to remove his underwear. "C'mon now, Sven. I'm your mother. You know I've seen it all before."

"I know I know, but still," he said, whining a bit. He took in a deep breath and pulled down his red underwear, revealing that miracle of a penis he had. He was getting chub at the thought of the morning tests, so his thick, meaty length was already half his height. I had a testing and examination room set up in anticipation for this, an enormous room with pools and apparatus designed to help me keep track of his sexual growth. But even with a masterclass of a room that was this size, we still had space issues. His dick poked the glass of the mirror even though he was in the middle of the room, smearing it in precum.

I shivered, having my pose interrupted by that. My body was a hot spectacle, and in the midst of me thinking that, having the mirror hogged by his manhood sent a naughty message to my mind. Smothering me in the naughty white stuff, oh that was something I hadn't felt in a long while. I had been so focused on Sven that I hadn't had any real sexual fun for a while, let alone gotten to meet somebody.

That thought shifted my mind, and I looked away. It wasn't a stretch to say that I had evaded social activity ever since I dedicated my life to perfecting Sven. It was ironic that in growing the perfect breeding tool, I inevitably prevented myself from even getting close to anything romantic. But that was what saddened me the most.

I shook myself into focus, wrapping my hooves around the base of his member. A shiver travelled up his body, particularly when I pointed it at the left pool, which was the size of an adult swimming pool. It didn't have any water in it, and was marked with measurements on every side. It was a space for measuring... quantities.

The only reason Sven ever hated the tests and the procedures was because of how much time it took. He never lamented me and my actions, nor did he ever complain about the life he had as a perfect mate for hire. But when he would be let off into the world on his own, would it be as lonely as things were for me? After all, he would never get a real mate for life. And even if he did, he'd have to fight the guilt of having to go off to other people every night to mate with them. He was guaranteed to never satisfy another woman's heart in the most truly fulfilling way.

As I stroked off his squishy, yet hard, pipe-stiff manhood, my heart began to sink at those thoughts. I had doomed this boy to a life of loneliness. Why didn't he ever show his hatred for me because of that? Did he not understand? Or did he overlook it out of love for his mother?

Sven letting out a tough breath brought me back to reality. I hadn't been playing with him for very long, yet his expression looked like he was pent up. "You don't need to hold back you know, honey. Just let it all out, show mummy how much you can go."

"I-I- oh gods, M-Mum," he whined, twirling his head about. He stomped one foot while his hooves smashed whatever was to his side, creating another quake around the house, and then he whipped his head back in orgasm.

I felt like I was firing a cannon. His member had to be aimed carefully with both my arms wrapped around it, making sure that every drop landed in the pool. It vibrated and twitched like a wild dog in my arms, but a moment later, a huge gush sprayed out with so much force that it missed the pool completely, splattering against the back wall instead. Of course, it all splashed back down into the tub, but the fact that even with all my effort he was still marking the wall, I knew he'd gained new strength in his release.

He came in spurts too, but each one had a lengthy spray of cum in between, like a hose with occasional bursts of power every second. It was thick and concentrated, letting out a powerful musk that swarmed the house, marking everything in his signature smell without him even being close. And all of it came with so much force and density that it was hard to keep track of while it happened. It was like being near a waterfall. All I could hear was the heavy splashing of cum against the deep pool it was filling up, while his dick in my arms vibrated and convulsed heavily with each continual gush.

Minutes later, Sven's orgasm began to calm down, and he slowed down with a great big sigh of relief. I kept a hold of his member and began to masturbate him a bit, sending some extra ripples of sensation through him. He let out more puffs and grunts, twitching as he came a few more spurts, and then it finally calmed down completely. He looked spent, but not out of it enough that he had to sit down or anything.

I giggled at him, letting his member free to examine his load. Some of it was still slipping off the walls and into the pool, thickening that white filling all the more. If it wasn't so thick and gloopy, one would think that I could have filled the pool with milk. The sheer amount his morning wood produced looked like it was clocking in at three metres high, enough to fill the pool and have one swim in it. Given the size of the pool, I was looking at dozens of gallons of semen.

"Whoa, nice work. Much more force than last week, and you reached the target, too. You could satisfy a horse for weeks with this," I said, blushing at that thought. If I had a man I could pleasure every morning that could give me that much cum, I'd have solved these eighteen years of lonesomeness in a flash. But I had to shake off that thought. Sven wasn't for me.

"Urf... I did bad again," he said, looking down.

"Bad?"

"T-this isn't the limit chamber. I did my best and I still only managed to fill the pool. I-I need to cum way more than that."

"Sven, it's fine. Trust me. Your quantities have been balanced very well this week. I'm especially impressed with the increase in force of your orgasms, though. You've been cumming harder and harder, and now it's enough to break a brick wall, literally!" I said, petting his side hard. "I know I'd want that in me, especially in the morning."

"Muuum," he whined, going bright red. My own cheeks flushed red, realising what I had just said.

"Sounds like your musk is working pretty darn well, too," I said, giggling into a hoof. "Wa-wait here a moment. I need to get something."

I left abruptly. My body was beginning to heat up, snorting in the smell of sex like it was an intoxicating drug. As soon as I left the room, one hoof went to my udders, the other, my pussy, rubbing them and forcing me to stifle a moan. I had forgotten to shield myself from his pheromones, or they were becoming so strong that I struggled to resist.

Either way, this was becoming increasingly noticeable to me. I was _this_close to giving in and ordering Sven to fuck me. Thoughts of the recent memory of his release were streaming through my mind, each one with the dirty thought that I wish I were the target back then. By the time I made it back to my room to retrieve my magic charm, I was a shuddering mess, one of my hooves coated in thick, clear juices.

"Oh gods, where is it?" I huffed, using that hoof to continue rubbing myself as I searched. In one of the draws by my desk, a set of magical charms was gathered, each one marked with a spell that could help certain situations. A charm to increase luck, one to increase concentration, even one said to help aid one's sex drive. But the one I was looking for was the opposite, one that detracted musk. I shuffled through them frantically, unable to find it. It was only until I tapped me chest that I realised.

I was already wearing it.

This meant big things. I knew how well this charm worked. Magical science aside, it really did its job of detracting any feral factors and kept me from being horny unless I earnestly felt that. That either meant that Sven's features and musk were so strong that it ignored the charm completely, or... I had those kinds of feelings for him.

Well, he was in adulthood now, I thought. Perhaps now was the time for 'the final exam'. The field test. The real thing. With that in mind, I slowly took off the charm and placed it amongst the others, my heart growing heavy at the realisation of what I was about to do.

I made my way back to him even faster than I'd bolted away. Seeing him growing into the man of my dreams, helping him to blow off thick loads of cum every morning, complimenting him on his appearance and his manhood... all of that must have been building up within my thoughts. They say a mother knows when her son was ready, and now I understood what that meant.

"Sven!" I called out, bursting back into the testing room. He wasn't there. "SVEN!!!"

My call shook the house this time, and I knew he'd come when hearing me like that. Knowing that, I slipped away to the balcony instead, grabbing a folding chair in the process.

And then I waited. I set the chair up and looked over at the morning view of the city. Our street woke up with busy anthros bustling together on their way to work, grabbing newspapers and quick eats from whatever cheap stand handed them out. I wasn't very high up, but from their distance, they could probably just about make out my figure. That meant Sven would be in full view. They wouldn't care about being able to see us though, at least until they figured out that we'd be the source of an upcoming tremor.

"M-Mum, there you are! What's wrong?" Sven cried innocently. He broke the door down with how anxiously he came through it, and tried to put it back.

I didn't answer right away. Instead I gave him a cheeky, half-lidded smile. I was burning up inside, but damn I wasn't going to let this go to waste. I had to take it slow and see how he'd react on his own. Yes, that was the test. Without my directions, how would he handle me?

"Come here," I said quietly. He seemed wary and nervous but obeyed, pressing his hooves together. I stared at his glistening eyes, making sure that my udders and pussy were in full view, and licked my lips. "What's the matter? Give mummy a cuddle."

Oh boy, I was losing it. Without that charm, my mind was fighting impatience with everything it had. But he was getting hard again, and thanks to his size, was making no effort to hide it. I was working.

"You look... needy," he replied with a hint of growl in his voice.

"You have no idea," I said, spreading my legs further, letting the glistening moisture of my pussy shine in full view.

"I can do it. What do you think this is for?" he said, giving his tool a hefty tap. It pointed at me like a beast, and my heart grew heavy. "What say we take this somewhere more private?"

"The world needs to see you, hun. Do it right here!"

"Right here?" he said, surprised. I expected him to become nervous again, but instead, he gave me one heck of an eager smile, putting his hooves on his hips to puff out his muscled chest. "You sure you can handle the attention? You'll be screaming when I'm through with you!"

My breath came out in hot puffs now. "Fuck. Me. Raw."

He didn't stall after that. He just tore off his sorry excuse for underwear, flung them to next building over, and then took his place over me, the head of his member pressing against my entrance. I took in a sharp breath and tensed, only to realise he hadn't forced himself in right away. He made sure I was looking at his eager face before snorting, and then planted his hooves beside me to thrust.

"Easy now son..." I whispered, getting somewhat ignored. The head of his dick would be the hardest part to get in, but he didn't seem to struggle with that. It was so big compared to my pussy that it could only prod it, smearing my lower half in precum, both his and mine. But as if that was some sort of loosener, he began to gain access.

It started with a spark of feeling in my crotch, as well as a heavy gush of heated fluid against my innards. I was being stretched, and the wider I got, the hotter it got, like every inch of my walls were being claimed by his heated meat. With one thrust, a wave of feeling tore through my whole being as the head of his cock claimed its place inside me. Stifling a breath was impossible as my lower body forced itself to accommodate his girth, like every last one of my organs was shifting around to make room for him.

But we hadn't even started yet. With the head of his cock hugged tightly by my walls, he began to stuff the rest of himself into me, and not nearly with any of the carefulness or delicacy he showed just now, if that even counted as being careful. It was so damn tight that I couldn't have prepared for any of it. Every movement he made would ripple hard from head to toe, sensations running through me like no other. With each and every inch of my body feeling this way, him taking me to the hilt in one swift, feral motion stole all my breath at once. My mind and body completely blanked out to me, subconsciously letting out such a high-pitched scream that the pitch hit a level my body couldn't make, coming out as silent breath instead.

He didn't even wait for me to adjust. My body was literally turned into a sleeve for his massive cock, where every last bit of my insides squeezed him tight all over, massaging all of him with that hot, alluring grip that made it hard for either of us to hold back. I couldn't even see my legs anymore; his dick poked and bulged my stomach out so much that it obscured my view of everything else. I could only lay my hooves upon the shape of it, helping to squeeze and milk it for all its worth.

Once the rutting began, my head tilted back and my tongue lolled out of my mouth. I was drooling and gurgling cries and screams of pleasure, my mind drowning in the destructive sounds of Sven having sex. My whole body was being churned and beat like a ragdoll, yet all it did was fill me with pleasure.

All I could hear were heavy smashes and rumbles of the world around me, whilst a blurry view of the sky faded in and out. I was sure I was screaming for longer than my body or breath could allow, revelling in the endless stream of relief his thrusts gave me. Sven was pounding into me from above in the missionary style, crushing the chair below me and possibly the floor as well. With all the rumbling and shaking, maybe the balcony was threatening to collapse as well, but neither of us cared. I was being fucked like a living condom, me and Sven were enjoying it, and that was all that mattered.

No surprise that with his speed and force that his orgasm came soon. If I couldn't tell whether I was orgasming or not, I had probably gone a dozen times by now - my eyes remained rolled back and my body limp, taking so much pleasure that it was beginning to strain. It was only fair that he'd get to feel this way, too. And so his peak drew near, evident by his tight clutch of my sides and sudden focus on making sure he took me to the hilt. His voice was beginning to grunt and lower in tone as well, like he was keeping in a snort of a breath in his attempts to hold it in.

The world would know it, too. I cried out his name at the top of my voice, begging him for it. His focused thrusting caused the rhythm of our earthquake inducing sex to become fast and loud. And the volume of Sven's grunting breaths was only getting wilder and wilder. The culmination of our loving was surely drawing all eyes to us, and that fact turned me on all the more.

An instant before he hit his peak, I shut my eyes and braced for the inevitable bloating. He shoved himself balls deep into me, the shape of his enormous member shaping my whole body briefly before his true, pent up load pumped into me, and all with a monstrous, triumphant, bull's roar. I already couldn't feel anything besides the tight, straining movements of his hefty fucking, but now, I had lost it, becoming nothing but a breathing wreck that had long since drowned in a sea of sexual bliss.

Low, heavy gurgles and sloshes sounded out as his boiling hot cum erupted into me, the first shot filling me out so much that my body ballooned over the shape of Sven's cock. His dick already squashed my innards aside, but with all the semen added to it, I had no idea where it was going - all I knew was that I felt like I was going to burst all over, my udders squeezing and groaning to shift their contained milk aside and make more room in my womb. And with how tightly I subconsciously hugged Sven above me, none of that cum was going anywhere but inside me. Not the second, third, or however many shots came out, or even the cannonball of a stream that fired out constantly in between.

My tummy bloated up like a balloon, then filled out like a condom, until my fur was trying to push Sven aside, squashing against him as it rose up and aside. Yet he kept going, howling, 'lightly' slapping his hips against mine, filling me out until I was a cum filled waterbed of a cow that took up the whole of the balcony. And he was still going. He kept going.

The groans and gurgles of my belly became just as loud as our blissful cries, yet he still kept going. He made that morning test look like a casual practice run, and that made me happy. Sven hadn't been diminishing in ability, he had been growing bored. But now that he was pumping his spunk into someone he loved, and that person loved him just as much back, he was breaking his limits with ease. We were taking each other over the moon, going above and beyond thanks to each other. I couldn't have been happier.

...

That was a morning I'd never forget. The results of our work had destroyed the balcony and cut off the whole of the road below it, but there were little complaints because people expected it. Since then, we didn't hold back on our activity. I would coax Sven whenever I was feeling it, and he'd happily take me wherever people could see, our quakes and overfilling becoming commonplace to them. Us having sex and the effects it caused to the surrounding neighbourhood was like an additional weather warning to people.

But it was also free advertising of the finest kind. The way people came to observe our public activity, their innocent and astonished gazes turning me on to feral levels, I knew that Sven's services would be something sought after for the ages.

And surely enough, once I opened up our services, calls and cases were coming in by the hour. Needy patients who wanted some relief, wolves and dogs in untameable heat, and even perverts who just wanted a good old filling. There were so many anthros calling that we had to pick and choose based on their details, listing them all down in order or preference. The popularity brought out Sven's modest and silly side, but I assured him he'd be alright. I wasn't going anywhere, after all.

"Just do to them what you do to me," I giggled, finishing up the preparations for our first trip. "Come now, son. Musk down. We need to travel quite far for this one."

"... I can't," he whined, rubbing his chest and sides, unable to stop blushing. He attempted to hide his member behind his underwear, but even in the flaccid state, no clothing in the world could properly hide those balls.

"Oh my. You're not eager already, are you? Save yourself for the patient," I giggled, coaxing him with rub of his arm and side. He flinched when I nudged his balls with a leg, making them sway. "Off we go."

"Wait, but this is a job. Why do you have to come?"

"Sadly, not everyone is as resilient as I am. I might like it when you're rough, but some animals might break. So I'm just there to make sure you'll be alright on your own," I explained. "After a few times, I'll happily wait at home."

"Oh... okay..." he said quietly, looking away.

At the end of the day, Sven was still my son, so I didn't blame him for being shy about travelling with me. As we walked out through the streets toward the train station, he made sure that he was a few paces behind me, all the time constantly glancing at all the other anthros that couldn't take their eyes off his figure. It distracted him so much that he wasn't paying full attention, and kept bumping into things every now and then. Well, more like knocking over and crushing things.

Combine that with his thoughts of his oncoming breeding job, and he was marking every step with a musk I could smell without even turning around. Whatever he was thinking about, it kept his meat warm and ready and his smell pungent. It wouldn't even be a surprise if it turned out we were being followed because of how needy it was making me. But I came prepared this time, upgrading that charm that resisted the prowess of Sven's scent. Now it exclusively blocked _only_Sven's, making it strong enough to shield me.

The train ride was even worse. With a tight space like a carriage and enough anthros that some had to stand, Sven's musk had become suffocating. I kept my chin on a hoof, smiling cheekily as I spotted the ladies struggling to avoid eye contact, squirming and shifting to stifle their moans as they made petty attempts to rub themselves in secret. But even the guys had trouble standing up to it, their legs crossing and paws teasing their members. Whenever someone caught me looking, I'd give them a naughty wave, while Sven would blush deeply and look away, knowing it was his fault.

No one even cared that he was too big and heavy for the seats. His mere presence made them too horny.

When we finally got to the residence, Sven's first patient was waiting outside, and led us around the house to their 'disposable' garden where Sven could go wild. The patient was a cat with a thin, curvy figure and a bra tight enough to reveal her tits even with them covered. Before I could get a better look at her, a delicate hoof grabbed my shoulder, stopping me.

"Mum, I... I..." Sven said, looking away.

"Hmm? What is it, honey?"

"... I don't want to do this," he admitted, looking down. My heart stopped. Did he really mean to bring this up now?

"You're just being nervous, silly! This is probably someone who has seen us do it. Remember, just do what you do to me to them. That's what they're paying for," I said with a giggle.

"That's the thing, I... I know you said that, but that's the thing," he moaned, playing with his hooves.

"Just be honest with me. I'm you mother. It's okay."

"I prefer doing this more with you. If I become freelance, we'll stop doing it, won't we?"

I froze and my heart stopped for real. Was he serious? I shook myself off after a few dumbfounded seconds, putting both hooves on my charm.

"You don't mean to say... your feelings for me..."

"I know you're my Mum, but I love you! I don't want to lose you..." he whined, cuddling me. I flinched to no avail, but unlike everything else he normally crushed on accident, this hug was as soft and careful as a butterfly. It calmed me right away, a familiar sense of adoration and love coming from every rub and touch. It was the embrace that could only come from one who truly loved you and everything about you. It was so sudden that I hadn't registered it, but once I did, my heart and my mind knew not to hesitate.

It was his hug. He who I had forgotten throughout the eighteen years of raising Sven. This bull loved me just as much as he did, and I loved him more.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said quietly but sternly. "It doesn't matter if you're my son."

"Huh... you mean...?"

I jumped into his arms all of a sudden, meeting his confused yet lustful gave with a confident smile. Staring at him now, I knew there was no way I was going to give him up completely to some stranger. Not after he was literally the bull of my dreams. I gave that hunk of a boyfriend a kiss and then leaned back, spreading my legs to try and wrap around him as much as I could.

"I'll mark you, and you'll mark me. Save yourself for me, and we'll go wild again tonight. And we'll do it again when you next have a job." I said, to which he snickered naughtily and tightened his grip. "I'm never lettin' you go."

I could feel his breath on my face gradually heating up, so I licked my lips and rubbed his chest to tease him more, only to hop off after a few moments. "So go get 'em, mister. I'm still gonna watch you to make sure that treat her correctly, but don't worry. There'll be plenty of action for when you get home."

"Mum..." he said, planting his feet.

I made sure that my smile was genuine now. "I love you, Sven."