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“I’m sorry what the fuck?” Daughter-in-law? What the hell was he saying? “Please explain or I will hang up.” Fran and the boar paled, well, she paled, he wasn’t really able to since his entire face was covered in thick fur but who cares about that stuff anyways.

“Well, my son has often expressed his desire to marry you because he just can’t find another woman that makes him feel that way and he has had more than a few girlfriends, and a couple of boyfriends over the years too.” That last bit was almost hushed. Well, given how into shoving his cock inside the ones of other people Horace seemed to be, he wasn’t going to be straight as an arrow for sure, even a blind man could see it.

“What is happening?” The boar looked even more confused.

“Apparently I might have to marry Horace Carlisle because I gave him a titjob in a nightclub.” I saw jaws drop fast, but never ones the size of a boar, especially not ones with big tusks attached to men that looked like they could rip my arm out of its socket and slap me with it.

“Thanks for letting out the rest.” I could almost taste the sarcasm in Boris’ voice. “Anyways, without further compromising my son and his public life, would you agree to meet up today as soon as possible? I think we need to talk face to face.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Of course he says that.

“What if I don’t agree with what you propose? What if your son actually wants to marry me and I don’t? Given your resources you might already know I am more than taken.” Boris sighed from his end, pausing for a while to think.

“I know, you are productive if anything. Six people excluding my son have already been roped in by your charms and your magnetic personality and keep you company rather frequently.” Personally, I think it’s my cock but whatever. Oh, wait… I looked at the room next to me and remembered.

“Add another seven to that, just had some fun with a bunch of nerds in a basement.” I peeked at the flooded room and checked if they were ok. I think they fit in that category for the moment. I wasn’t going to tell him about Dylan or her husband just yet.

“Really now…” This time I could see a bushy eyebrow rise up from a furrowed equine muzzle. “That is of little importance. I have sent for a car to come and pick you up, you will come to my office and we will talk.” I thought about the consequences of that course of events for a few moments and it didn’t feel like a good idea, at all.

“That is not going to happen. Your car will drop me at a place of my choice where I can get dressed, relax and eat something because I am starving here. If you and your son want to meet me, it will be on my terms and on my ground or else I will do my damn best to avoid you. You might be able to be fine, you haven’t met me yet, but your son, well…” I aimed for a different angle, one where I wouldn’t be in a place I couldn’t control, possibly surrounded by all sorts of cameras and guards and facing one of the most powerful men in the state. “Sure, you can refuse my offer, blackmail me, do everything in your power to make me fail college and whatever, but remember, I have two witnesses here…” I glanced and blew a kiss at the two next to me who paled and seemed to silently beg me to leave them alone. As if, my hide is at stake here guys… “And I have some fun stories about your son. In case I do notice some differences in my life, I think a few tabloids might be interested in juicy, messy gossip about the heir to one of the greatest dynasties of the state.”

“It seems we are at an impasse.” He sighed. “I hold your every detail in a folder in my hands and my patronage does fund a few of your classes even, it would be overwhelmingly easy for me to make you flunk and crush you into debt but… I am not that kind of man.” Or maybe you just don’t want to risk the gossip and rumours that Horace likes to ask people to fuck their cocks and has lost his mind for a no-name herm dragoness. “The car will come shortly, you will get on and be delivered to wherever you want to go and then my son and I will come so that we may chat in private.”

“That’s better. See you later.” I closed the call and stretched my back, standing there for all that time made my muscles hurt.

“Did you just hung up on Boris Carlisle?”

“Yeah.” The boar groaned as hard as he could, his head slamming into the nearest wall so hard I saw it dent, making drywall crumble around the shape of his forehead. “Anyways, I think he will cover the costs for my damage, I suggest closing down, sending those nerds to their homes and taking… a couple dozen showers. I can tell with experience my musk doesn’t wash off with just a couple.” The boar had lost any strength to complain at this point and simply nodded. “Thanks and see you around.”

Although I didn’t want or feel like it, I waddled through the deep pool of cum lapping at my knees to get back in the room where the unconscious nerds were and grabbed what was left of my bag and my clothes. I put my phone in between my tits and started searching for my stuff. The former was swimming around lazily, floating near the surface, right next to where the cat’s face emerged, whereas my clothes were, well, missing. I sighed and went out, waving goodbye to the woman and the boar, both being a tad too horny to even reply at this point, one trying his best to deal with a persistent boner while the other kept pulling her hand away from her own soaked crotch in a series of attempts to prevent herself from masturbating right then and there. Honestly I had half a mind to help her get off but, well, I had stuff to do. On the ground floor I had little choice but to get my sweaty ass on the front desk, whip out my phone from my tits and play some games to kill the time. As time passed my half chub finally managed to get down to a third of a chub, a real challenge considering I was both naked and reeking of sex, cum and surrounded by the latest in a long series of places I wrecked. To top it all off, despite the fact I wasn’t popping another boner right then and there, my balls still felt far too heavy for comfort, which translated to a constant dribble of precum on the floor below. My cock rested on top of my balls, arching enough to avoid coating them in yet more sticky stuff but not enough to avoid some of the splatters to hit my feet, well, it wouldn’t matter either way, they were caked with spunk anyways…

“Miss Nyla? I’m…” The door opened and I almost, almost, dropped my phone from the surprise, though I have to point out it was the jumpscare what made me flinch and not the whole ‘naked, dripping with cum and smelling both like a locker room and an entire orgy all by myself’ thing. The lizard that entered the shop froze on the spot, her eyes glued to my face, slowly descending for the usual tour that people went for whenever they saw me in any circumstance. I did have to concede to her that she regained some of her composure faster than most, fixing her tie and suit with a bit of a tremble in her hands, immediately followed suit by her wiping the fancy glasses on her snout to clear off the musky fog. “Ehm…” She cleared her voice, a slight blush in her face. “I’m here with Mr. Carlisle’s car to take you to your destination. I will be your assistant for the duration of the trip and until Mr Carlisle arrives at your preferred location.”

“Ah, yes, you were quite quick so I sat down and relaxed a little.” As I jumped down and everything jiggled and wobbled, she gulped and looked the other way, pretending she had not just ogled my junk. I stretched and let the joints do their pop thing, accidentally letting her have a good look of my tailhole and nads from the reflection in the glass door. Yes, ‘accidentally’. A girl’s gotta have her share of teasing innocent people after all. “Come on let’s go.” I made but one step before she stood in front of me, all five feet three of her against mine. Now that I think about it, the doctors did also tell me I grew up and inch or two other than the other kinds of growth. Guess I surpassed the six feet club, huh? Nevertheless, she was quite short and just about high enough to stare at my nipples and close enough to touch my cock if she just moved her arm a few inches forward. “What?”

“We-well…” She straightened her tie once again and waived her hands to indicate the fact that I was naked as the day I hatched, accidentally slapping my left tit in the process. Given the fact that I had just been milked, the spurt of milk was almost negligible, but the face of shock the lizard made when she felt just how fucking heavy the girls above were, was more than enough to make up for my secret desire to see her covered in milk. I am starting to develop more fetishes than I’d like… or do I like how many fetishes I’m finding out? Who knows? “You’re naked.”

“Well you must have read my files, right? You must know I’m not exactly the kind of person to hide anything, not with this attached to my body.” I spread my arms and grabbed my tits, lifting each in turn, letting her stare and ogle as much as she wanted while thick streams of milk spilled forth and hit her fancy suit. “Or this…” I smiled, letting several dozens of pounds of titflesh fall down to reach and grab my balls. She gasped in shock when she saw my muscles bulge out of the layer of scales simply to move them, not to mention lifting them up. My cock swayed back and forth just barely, dripping with spent cum, a few idle spurts landing on her feet, staining her black shoed in white instantly. She bit her lip, looking the other way before stealing one more glance, her hands no more trying to fix her tie but covering her crotch and the patch of wetness I could smell forming. I grinned even more, letting go of my sack so that it flopped down, just as heavy as it was big. The lizard turned around completely, facing the other way, pretending to look at the mirror for any gaps in which someone could look inside from the sidewalk. I stepped forward and grabbed her, forcing her head to sink into the mountains of my tits, each one swallowing her until I could feel her breath become ragged and laboured. “I’m sure you read it and thought: how would I like to feel how hard her cock can be, I want to feel how it tastes, how it smells and how heavy her balls are…” I held her tighter in my arms, my shaft sneaking in between her legs, spreading them apart as it swelled and thickened right then and there. Her hands, previously locked onto her tie, then on her crotch, now tentatively grabbed onto my cock and squeezed. She gasped and squeezed harder, barely making me flinch as her grip grew stronger. “Oh, it’s not even all that hard yet…” She moaned and the muffled sound of her growing lust from the valley of my tits felt so damn good. My cock lurched, lifting itself and her at the same time, letting her ride me, too light for me to even feel. Carting around half my body weight in tits and cock and balls did wonders for my leg muscles and adding a few more pounds of scrawny lizard is not enough to make me sweat anymore. Her legs curled, trying to find the ground she lost, only to end up touching my balls, hitting them hard enough to make them swing and feel the sheer weight of the cum packed inside. “They’re heavy, aren’t they?” I felt her head nod ever so slightly as her hands roamed higher and higher, eventually finding my tits and trying to lift them. She grunted, putting more and more force into her lithe arms for very small gains, her hands sinking into the mass of flesh, milk forced out in streams as thick as her own fingers, rivers dribbling back onto her. “You know that I emptied them inside your boss’ son? That he moaned and begged for more like a bitch?”

She moaned again, her legs squeezing as my cock twitched and flexed, hardening faster and faster right beneath her warm, slick vent and her ruined pants. The half chub swelled to three and a half feet, probably as long as her leg was and twice as thick, spurts of precum drowning the muffled moans she was making as they splattered on every single glass panel in front of me. I turned her around, so that her eyes and mine met for a split second before she was lost in tits the size of her head and her breath was stained with musk and sweat.

The lizard was still buried in my chest when I opened the door and walked outside, naked as before, my bag held in my tail, under the watchful eyes of a few guards that looked just as shocked a the people on the sidewalk that saw me for the couple of seconds it took me to enter the huge limo that blocked the entire road. Clearly it was waiting for me so I simply opened one of the doors, winked at the pedestrians and stepped in. Once I might have felt some shame, some embarrassment for being naked in broad daylight, once I might have even felt bad for the fact that the car wobbled and strained when I plopped my fat ass on the first seat but at this point I really, really, really found it fun and enjoyable. People watched me every day and wondered how I looked underneath my clothes, sometimes I could hear them whisper how much they would like to see how big I could really get or comment on how hard they’d like to fuck me. Sometimes I purposefully forgot my underwear of bras in whatever apartment I spent the night in, just to make them not even have to use their imagination to know what I looked like without clothes. Sometimes I went around half naked in the dorms for the fun of it, well, the few times I actually spent the night in my dorm room of course. I knew the lizard had not even noticed that we had left the shop because when she pulled out, gasping for breath, her back stained with milk, her face soaked in my sweat and saw the interior of the luxurious limo, her eyes went wide. I kissed her, shoving my tongue in her mouth, tasting my own sweat upon her, further making her melt into a shivering mess in my arms. My cock lurched, swelling another ten inches, my balls letting out a loud, deep, needy rumble, twitching as they made my shaft bloat around one single massive spurt of precum that splattered on the other end of the limo’s interior. I heard a moan that definitely didn’t come from me or the lizard busy rubbing her face on my nipples after sneaking out, her tongue circling around the fat nubs, lapping milk like a hungry kitten. I looked up and, lo and behold, sitting on the other end of the car, wearing the nicest suit I had ever seen, holding a bouquet of roses and other flowers that now were drooping with sticky precum, was a certain donkey I had met before.

He looked at me with a dazed expression, strands of pre hanging from his gray muzzle, his mouth half open, maybe he had tried to tell me something before I splattered it full of the stuff. I smiled and went back to kissing the lizard, sharing mouthfuls of fresh milk, playing with her tongue over and over as my eyes stole glances of the rich heir who was shuffling in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position as his cock swelled and swelled, the seams of his pants straining just a bit. He bit his lips, tossing the flowers on the floor where precum had begun to pool, tapping on the divider between our part of the limo and the driver’s seat. The car roared to life, the vibrations of the powerful engines sending pleasurable shivers from the floor to my balls, making them wobble ever so slightly and spill even more pre. Eventually I let go of the lizard who rushed to latch onto my nipples, playing with my tits while she pulled on the thick nubs and swallowed gulps of milk, spilling more on her chest than what she managed to get in her mouth. I had more than enough to give her still…

I leaned back, spread my legs and put my arms on the other two seats, still looking at the blushing donkey. He opened his mouth again but nothing but a whimper came out since I lifted my feet and pressed them against his swelling bulge. I felt a whole lot of dick crammed in there, thick, juicy and fat, his balls firm as bowling balls and just as big, far bigger than they had been before our meeting. He moaned, curling his fingers as his hooves tapped the floor in an unconscious reaction. I spent a few seconds like that, enjoying the feeling of a throbbing shaft under my feet, kneading the firm mass like dough, my tits tended and drained by a hungry, desperate mouth while my cock reached the four foot mark and fought for space with my feet to tease the donkey.

“Hello Horace, nice to meet you again.” I smiled and sighed in relief, letting myself go just enough to feel another massive blast of precum splatter on my feet and on his pants, turning them into a see through show.

“H-hi…” Through one moan and the other he managed to push out one coherent word.

“Say, be a dear and give my feet a nice bath, they got all dirty…” I pulled the lizard away from my nipples, once again making the poor donkey disappear as the once tidy assistant took a deep breath and threw herself on the ground, her tongue darting out of her mouth as she opened it and swallowed one of my claws, the sound of her slurping added to the hum of the engine and the splatters of precum. She moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head slightly as her mouth was filled with toe after toe. I moaned and looked back up at Horace. “Didn’t know you’d be here or else I would have not asked this lady here to get me ready for our second meeting.” He blushed again and scratched his neck. “Take your pants off, they seem awfully tight. Wouldn’t want one of us to be uncomfortable for the ride.” There was one moment of partial silence filled with the sloppy sounds of a busy lizard before the rich teen rushed to unzip his pants and fish out his cock from its cotton prison. “There we go, all better.” I lifted the foot that had just been cleaned and stroked his fat shaft, rubbing my toes around the flare until they were coated with slimy precum all over again.

“Ye-yes… I got in here… to make you a s-s-surprise…” Awww, how cute. He got dressed, bought flowers, waited patiently and then I barged in his car with a lady humping my shaft, naked and ignored him for a while and still he looks at me in the same way… I think I may have a little masochist in my paws… Good. I needed one more. “Dad doesn’t know.”

“Oh my, aren’t you a naughty little donkey?” I started rubbing his naked shaft, teasing his firm sack just a little as he squirmed in his seat. “First you go to a night club to get drunk and get your cock sucked, then you drag a slutty dragoness in your apartment, get your dick filled with her cum and ruin your apartment and then, sneak in a limo to surprise her before she goes to see your dad?” I chuckled, presenting my precum covered soles to the lizard who dived with her mouth open to lick them clean all over again.

“You’re not… a slut…” Oh my… how gentlemanly of him. “You’re clever, resourceful, sexy, curvy and everything perfect in a woman.” His eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration, worship and pure unadulterated lust. How did he know I was smart? The one and only time we met I barely talked at all and then just left when we were done… “I saw every post you made on every social media platform, saw the tapes from the security cams in your dorms, I had my secretaries follow you to tell me everything you do…” Hot damn I’ve got a rich stalker! Is it good? Is it not good? Both? Still, he was clearly just as obsessed as his father made him appear before. I felt my cock lurch forward, pushing against his balls as it neared full mast, my crown rubbing on his crotch, making the both of us moan as precum flowed freely by the bucket. By now the pool at our feet was more than an inch deep, probably leaking from the gaps between the doors and the metal frame onto the street.

“Then you are a very, very naughty donkey: stalking a poor defenceless herm while she goes about her life, watching her recordings as you jack off in a towel, hoping she’d come back and let you fuck her big meaty cock again…” I expected him to moan or beg for me to do just that, not to curl his fingers and scream as his own cock twitched one last time and spurt after spurt after spurt of cum spilled forth from his engorged flare. The stench of sex filled the interior of the car even more, his rivalling mine by the sheer amount of spunk he was wasting on his chin and on the ceiling of the limo. His balls twitched as if alive, dumping gallons upon gallons of cum all over himself and the lizard as well as on every inch of my legs and cock. “So very naughty.” I stroked my shaft, scraping off wads of his seed and licked my hand clean as he watched, swallowing his load with a smile on my face. It tasted a bit like mine, maybe the effects I had on him still had to wear off… Horace looked at me, panting, his chest heaving up and down as his cock barely lost hardness and slapped on his soiled suit. “Well, now that you have spilled your seed all over the place, how about I do you a favour and give those big fat balls a refill? Like our first time together.” It sounded a bit corny, a bit weird, but the look of utter lust in his eyes was telling me more than his lack of words could. His breathing became ragged and his cock twitched to full mast, hard enough to pierce steel at the thought of replaying the very thing that made him fall for me. I hugged my shaft, pressing my tits on it and grunted as I lifted it. How many people could say they had to use both arms to just lift their cocks, how many had balls the size of pumpkins? How many were like me out there? “Come fuck daddy’s big cock.” It was that easy to have him melt. The donkey threw his pants on the floor while our lovely lizard, tired of sucking on my toes, shoved her snout under my balls and let them smother her entire head, her lungs chock full of musk and sweat, the wet patch in her pants now covering everything she wore as precum soaked along with her lust. “Come and let Daddy fill you up.” Horace brayed, his shaft held parallel to my own before his tip met mine in a lewd, dripping, messy kiss. His shaft twitched, instantly covered in my precum as the friction between flare and crown made me shiver and curl my toes. “Hurry up, or we’ll get to our destination before we’re done.” That seemed to do it.

Horace gasped in worry and shock, his hips twitching just enough to make his flare sink into my cum pipe and spread me wide around it. We both moaned together, him collapsing as the constant contractions of my shaft milked his own like a cunt, fluids oozing all over the place. He collapsed, his knees too weak to hold him steady, his face meeting my cock, his arms hugging it and using it as a lewd support beam he could fuck. I roared, my urethra partially plugged by a live, twitching, spurting cock, the donkey attached to it rubbing his entire upper body on my flesh, kissing it like he’d kiss a lover, using it as a mount to breed and fill. A single thrust was enough to make him sink all the way to his fat sheath, the soft rim spreading around my crown, kissing with my foreskin before his arms pulled it back and tightened the hole he was in, a single thrust was enough to make me swell one last time and force him into his seat as I reached four and a half feet of pure breeder flesh. His cock attempted to unload the dense cargo in his balls but already he couldn’t resist, his balls swelling simply with the idle flow of my arousal. Seeing that he could barely hold on, much less stand and fuck me like he wanted, I had to be the one to do all the work, so, I stood up, hunching just enough to avoid hitting the ceiling of the limo, letting the lizard underneath my sweaty balls breathe before pulling back my hips and then pushing forward. The entire car rocked from that push, the suspensions screaming as I picked up the pace, using every ounce of my strength to lift my cock in my arms, keep it steady as I used an entire donkey’s shaft like a lewd dildo. The wet squelches of my pleasure attracted the attention of the driver, as if the rocking had not already done so, and from the divider I saw the human pale, blush and disappear once again, all in the span of a few seconds.

The limo kept going, stopping from time to time at red light so that people could see the vehicle rock left and right, proof that someone was fucking inside it but not being able to tell who or what exactly was happening. In a way it was even more arousing than having sex outdoors, the notion that everyone had figured out that someone was having rough sex in such a fancy car and still could not see, that they could hear the moans and the creaking of the suspensions and still had no idea who was screaming with such joy, that they could smell the sex in the air like a heavy, musky curtain and could not throw themselves on the source and worship it, well, it was a massive turn on. I felt Horace cum inside me again, his twitching flare scraping against my inner flesh as I kept using him, pushing all the seed he had spilled back in his balls with a few extra gallons of precum. At the next red light, I finally felt my balls lurch and twitch in the hands of the lizard, packing a massively dense load of cum and so did the donkey in front of me. I pushed, pinning him down to the point I felt his sheath spread around my tip and then I came. He screamed, half in lust and half in joy, as his cock was forced to expand around a cumshot the size of his arm, my own shaft bloated, nearly twice as thick while my balls roiled with the countless gallons of unspent spunk. Horace’s sack swelled, tripling in size within the first few seconds and still grew with every passing second while I still waited to feel the second cumshot take the place of the first. A solid minute had to pass before I heard the lewd gurgle and the audible lurch of my sack, one that made the limo itself shake and rumble, deafening the engine for a few seconds before Horace brayed to the top of his lungs, hugging my shaft, squeezing, massaging, worshipping it, using it as a bench for him to rest and catch his breath while his sack was filled ten times over, so bloated and heavy it filled the entire space between his legs and still fell short of mine. Pride overtook me and I pulled back, letting a flood of cum spill inside the car instead of Horace’s tortured nuts, the pool of precum instantly swelling, making driving nearly impossible, had we been driving at all. The longest red light ever worked in my favour because, when the level of cum started lapping at my chest, teasing my nipples so high it had gotten in just a handful of seconds, I opened the door with my tail and vented the countless gallons of spunk on the road. A splash of monumental proportions swept people off their feet and spread the stench of sex on the street just as the driver put the foot to the pedal and left the scene, leaving behind a trail of white spunk several yards long before I closed the door. Still I didn’t feel anywhere near close to satisfied, but Horace looked too full for another load or even a fraction of one and the constant teasing from the lizard was too good to interrupt, so, I grabbed the babbling donkey, turned him around and planted his face on the seat. He moaned with joy when he felt my cock press against his tailhole, the puffy, round, plump ring telling of another secret passion of his.

There was no real need for words, not at this point, not with musk clinging to the seats and the metal like a warm fuzzy blanket that rekindled one’s need to go just one more time. He spread his legs and whined, begging me. I agreed and grabbed his hooves before pushing. The tightness was incredible but nothing I hadn’t felt before: he wasn’t as tight as my slutty raven, nor as skilled as Mina, way stretchier than Jake but didn’t have the same lovely moans. Still, I pushed deeper and deeper and deeper, foot after foot, spreading him more than any male had done before I was sure, making his belly bulge out simply from adding another few inches to the two and a half feet of raw cock already crammed in his guts. He brayed again, his massively bloated nuts spilling gallons as they swayed, desperate to empty a cargo they were not made to hold, the donkey essentially stuck in a perpetual state of orgasm as he was filled from another end. However, he had his own limits and at the third foot, his body refused to give way to more, which left me in the regretful position of having to leave over a fourth of myself out. The lizard did recognise that and threw herself on it, riding it just like she had done before, facing me so that she could play with my tits as I rode and played with him. The limo resumed its squeaky journey, each single yard proving to be immensely perilous as the interior filled with cum yet again and the driver seemed to grow increasingly less able to respond to the situation on the road. More than once a brash stop made me ram myself into Horace, making him scream as his gut bloated and he was pushed against the seats, mushed by the lizard and my tits at the same time. More than once his accelerations sent me on my ass, my balls splashing into the sloshing puddle of cum, Horace nearly plastered on the ceiling as he was lifted up by my cock and my weight. I don’t know when but at some point I came again, the donkey passing out every now and then as he was turned into a furry cumdump, his gut swelling and swelling and swelling till the space inside seemed not enough for any of us.

Thankfully the doors opened and allowed me to get out, my cock still inside Horace, spilling the last few gallons before pulling out and letting a deluge of cum bathe my legs and the back of my balls in whiteness as well as the shoes of a very angry and very well dressed donkey that looked a little older than the one currently muttering some stuff as he emptied his bowels on the concrete of a parking lot. I smiled under the eyes of two dozen shocked armed guards, nearly every pair of eyes glued to me, to my cock or to the dazed lizard sucking from my tits like a babe. Well, all but one pair of eyes that instead locked into mine and glared with the intensity of a billion suns.

“Hello Boris.” I smiled and waved at the infamous Boris Carlisle, naked, dripping with cum, reeking of sex, his son flopping face first on the floor after his gut had shrunk enough to allow gravity to work again. Definitely the most proper of first meetings I’d say. “Nice to meet you.” I didn’t extend a hand but cocked my hips and helped the poor lizard off my shaft as it slowly, slowly deflated. She looked around in a musky haze, licking her lips as she tentatively gathered her bearing and her balance, just in time to see the angry face of her boss staring at her.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” She screamed and woke up on the spot, hurrying up to fix her tie and her suit, something that the several dozen gallons glued to her face or soaked into the expensive fabric hardly helped with. “M-M-Mr…”

“Shut it Carla.” He waved a hand and the ashamed woman ran out of the scene headed for the first bathroom followed by a somewhat amused wolf in a military getup. The old donkey sighed, running a gray hand over his face. “Can someone help my idiotic son up?” Three soldiers hurried to obey, but clearly wished to have not done so as Horace’s gaping ass spilled even more cum as he was put on his hooves and helped stand.

“Sorry, he snuck inside the limo apparently.”

“That does not explain why my personal secretary was… doing whatever she was doing.” Well well well, even the scary Boris seems to get a little… embarrassed when talking about sex.

“Oh, well she was cute so I kissed her and things led to other things and she’s been licking my balls for half the trip.”

“And the other half?”

“Licking my feet.” I smiled, he groaned and sighed so hard I saw his chest cave in. The soldiers didn’t quite know what to do and stood by, trying not to look or sniff the air lest they popped some very embarrassing boners.

“I hope the driver’s ok at least.” I shrugged. “Will you ever have a normal meeting with my son? The first time you wreck his apartment, the second you wreck him and one of my most expensive cars as well as my secretary. What’s next?”

“I don’t know, you’re the one that decided to meet me immediately. If you had given me the chance to go home and unload some more, I could have been dressed all fancy and not smelling of cum by now.” Well, there was the problem of going home then but things kind of ended up better this way. Car sex: done and added to the list of things to do with the others. “And you would have saved yourself the hassle of seeing your son with his ass…” Boris snapped his fingers and made me shut up.

“Listen: I’m tolerating this simply because my son is too obsessed with you to be healthy. I could have saved myself the hassle of ever meeting if you had not decided to work that night at that particular club.” Hey, life happens dude. “But whatever, now we are here and we need to get on with our discussion about you and my son.” He sighed. “I took the liberty of having your… harem come here beforehand, they’re waiting for us in one of your boyfriends’ apartment upstairs.”

“Oh good, I really needed someone to lick me clean.” Boris froze just as he had started walking towards the elevator.

“Wouldn’t a shower be better?” I turned around on the spot as he asked, dragging him into a squishy, messy, herm sideboob hug. He clearly didn’t like it but had little choice in what happened, even though he had more soldiers around himself than a senator by the simple virtue of me being an over six foot tall herm and said soldiers being clearly way too embarrassed and confused to act properly. A good thing: their trigger discipline was pretty amazing or else I might have been turned into a walking depiction of swiss cheese already.

“And wait an hour for me to get all this cleaned up?” I pulled him closer, forcing his head to sink into a mountain of titflesh the size of his, well, his entire head pretty much. “Nah, this way we both get done with this little meeting sooner. Again, you were too hasty and now I’m naked.”

I let him go and stepped inside the elevator, which creaked and protested just from having little old me in. A guard raised his eyebrows and whistled silently enough for his boss not to hear. Once he entered the elevator with a couple of his men I punched the floor where Jake’s apartment was and spent the entire ride up silently, well, there was the constant dripping of precum from my cock like any other day when I had not yet got enough out of my system and my tits still felt way too heavy and leaked just as much. Outside my lovely snake’s apartment there was quite the number of men as well, all wearing the same outfit and the same surprised/shocked/curious expression the moment I stepped out of the elevator and my balls kind of got in the way. Yes, because even after filling an entire limo almost twice over, flooding the lower floor of a shop enough to make people waddle through, they were still big enough to get jammed into the doors of an elevator. Hyper life issues… The same thing happened when I stepped inside Jake’s place, this time however, I heard the sound of wood creaking as I forced my way inside, the door frame protesting, fighting, and losing the battle against my balls. I looked behind me and saw the dent I had made and smiled, that was a new record. The guards either raised their eyebrows or put as much distance between me and the two weapons of mass destruction that I had swinging below the other two.

In the living room there was pretty much everyone, even Lan, all sitting nicely on the couch or on chairs dragged from the dining room to allow everyone a place to sit, with a big hole in the central seat of the couch reserved for me. I sat down and gave Vee and Jake a nice kiss before spreading my legs and letting out a long relieved sigh. Around me I could see my little pets grow hard or wet not by their own choice, had they wanted they would have avoided the embarrassment of having wet patches appear on their pants in front of so many strangers and in front of the scary Boris, but after so many months and so much fun, it was only natural.

“Can someone give me a massage and a clean-up? I really need it.”

“But…” Cyril blushed, nodding his head towards the donkey that had just taken a seat on the one and only good padded chair in the apartment. He fidgeted, trying to shuffle in his seat to make the instant boner he had popped in his pants somewhat more bearable for the time being.

“Ah, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” As I said that, the two men that had dragged Horace out of the way came inside with said dude in tow, holding him up as his steps told about his most recent escapade, wobbling, and struggling to stand up for more than a few seconds. Everyone noticed that, but their eyes quickly moved to the fat, swollen package stuck to his groin like fat melons. Cyril and Don gulped, their defences quickly crumbling and, before the famous Boris Carlisle and almost a dozen armed guards, dropped on their knees and shoved their snouts against my feet and dragged the most desperate of whiffs. “There we go…” I spread my claws, relaxing just a little bit more as the two lizards unzipped their pants and fished out their cocks, their noses flaring over and over again to take in sniff after sniff, moving on to licking every crevice and scale on my legs while a puddle of thin precum spread beneath them. Jake shamelessly tossed his own pants on the floor without my input and joined the two siblings, but instead of aiming for my feet he dove for my sack and nuzzled it, making out with the wrinkles of flesh, kissing it passionately and licking every drop of sweat and leftover cum. “Now this is what I call a good bath…” I winked at the soldiers, many of whom, despite whatever training they had had in their lives, were not nearly prepared for a herm with a cock as big as their legs to be licked clean right in front of them and their boss.

“You really are a shameless young woman, don’t you know that? How can you even… think of doing something like this in front of strangers?” Boris huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes glued to mine, maybe in an attempt not to look at the trio of horny males that were now making out with my cock, sneaking their tongues under my foreskin in a sloppy, messy, lewd three-way kiss. Lan chirped, the seat where she was stained with her arousal as it seeped through her pants and panties. I curled one of my fingers and drew her to me, planting her beak on my right nipple and Vee’s mouth on the left one, both of them quickly starting to drink and drain my breasts like the good pets they were.

“Well, I was a very shy girl until last year: always making sure I was covered up, never doing anything that could have resulted in too much of me being seen by others. Hell, I was a virgin to boot until my sister fucked the shy out of me.” I heard gasps of shock. Guess not everyone had been briefed beforehand all that well. Boris snorted, giving his son a slap on the snout to wake him up. “But after growing too much, well, it’s hard not to be seen or ogled, so I just gave up and decided that I could do whatever I wanted.”

“And that has resulted in several properties completely ruined by your actions, a few of which being my properties.” Boris leaned back on his seat and grabbed a notebook, skimming through several pages of something while Don fought with Jake for the right of shoving their snouts under my tail, leaving to Cyril the space to grab my feet he had just cleaned and shoving his drooling cock right in between, smearing precum all over, hugging my cock to support himself as he humped my paws to orgasm.

“You got to hog her last time! Let me have some fun!” Jake hissed at Don, who hissed back and started to plan for an attack. I raised my tail and swatted their snouts.

“Shush, Daddy is talking business.” They frowned, massaging their aching noses and then forgot about everything, moving on to another part of me still dry and momentarily unclaimed by a hungry mouth. The donkey barely reacted to that or to Cyril getting on the floor and lapping his own seed from my claws. “You have ruined my limousine, my son’s apartment, one of the shops inside one of my buildings in a very expensive area of the city, that alone will cost me hundreds of thousands to clean and repair. Then we have to add the damages you have done to your own home, to college property and, as I’ve been told, to one of the clubs in this city. It’s not a joke to say you have already caused more than a million dollars in property damage in less than half a year just by… just… having sex.” He looked at me in a different way, kind of angered, kind of intrigued and kind of confused by it all. I shrugged. “And the doctors I talked to told me that it’s all because of some pill your sister admittedly gave you so that you could impregnate her.”

“Pretty much.” I grunted as Jake grabbed my cock and shoved his tongue down my urethra, wiggling that flexible muscle as he swallowed pump after pump of precum, his stomach bulging out after but a few loads. “Why? Interested in those pills?” I raised an eyebrow and stared at him. He merely stared back without saying anything. Holy shit… “Well, didn’t expect someone like you to be interested in some dumb pills that make your dick bigger. Lacking in the junk department, are we?” I chuckled at the thought, he didn’t.

“I could care less about that, although it does tempt even an old man like me.” I could see a spark in his eyes flicker and then disappear. “And I could care less about the damage, my insurance has covered all of that up without me having to take too much out of my own pockets.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“The problem…” His voice was interrupted by the loud moans of Vee and Lan, both of them screaming in pleasure as they reached their orgasms almost at the same time, their hands shoved inside their pants, slick with their lust, strings bridging the gaps of their fingers. Jake and Cyril moaned just as loudly as my cock swelled to four feet, the two males hugging it with their entire upper bodies, using all their strength just to stroke it. I could see a vein threaten to pop on the Boris’ forehead. “The problem is that my son is obsessed with you and wants to marry you. That is the problem.” That was indeed quite the pickle. I mean, the dude was kind of cute and fun to tease, plus he had a fetish that I really enjoyed myself and didn’t have much in the way of chances to try out, but marriage? I fell silent and, almost as if they were reading my mind, all five of my pets stopped and pulled back, sitting neatly around me, cocks standing proud and muffs slick, but silent. Even Boris fell silent.

“I agree.” He cocked an eyebrow, the worry and anger in his eyes fading away. “I do not think I am ready for marriage, not now that I am trying to get my degree, not after I promised myself to give my children to my sister.” That sounded oh so immensely wrong, but that was the truth and nothing but the truth. Life happens. “And I do respect your son’s wishes and his feelings despite them being born from a simple romp after meeting in a night club.” The entire room was focused on me, like a stage where I was reciting some lines from an epic poem, with the only difference I was naked, I wanted to bust a nut so badly and it was all about me fucking a guy so well he fell in love with me. A lewder Shakespeare maybe?

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know… yet.” I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my mind racing a thousand miles an hour. “What I know is that I have a lot of lovers and I can’t just give them all up just for Horace, even if he’s cute.” I guess the fact that I did not care about the donkey’s family money, or his properties kind of shook Boris to his core. He looked at me as if I were mad or dumb but could not find fault in my reasoning. Money does change people after all. The young donkey in question had just woke up and was now staring at me with the look of someone who had their heart broken, but deep down I could still smell his lust and his passion for me. “I will give him a chance though.”

“Really???” Horace jumped and threw himself on me, his head sinking in between my tits, our cocks rubbing against each other, his cute little sack draped on mine, soft flesh upon hard flesh. “Thank you so much!” His kisses slathered my neck in saliva until I gently pushed him away and had him sit on my legs like a kid sat on Santa’s lap. Possibly slightly more sexual in nature, though. His father frowned, confused and glad to some degree. “I will make you so happy…” I put a finger on his mouth and shut him up.

“First of all: I don’t want your money and I don’t want expensive presents. If you think you’re good enough for me and your soon to be harem partners, you will have to find other ways to make me happy.” For a moment he froze, unsure of how to woo someone without the immense wealth he had waiting for him to tap into. Boris smiled wryly. “I care about experiences and feelings and sure, presents are nice, but if you think you can buy me like you bought me at the club, you’re mistaken. If you want to throw some cash my way, do it during work hours and don’t expect it to reflect on my opinion of you, ok?” Horace nodded strongly.

“Speaking of which, the owner of that place called me asking me how your performance was after my son took you away. I told him it was… satisfactory.” Guess that meant it was very good in his words. “I think you’ll get a pay raise since after this event you’ll be quite popular. Horace told me his friends have not stopped talking about you with their classmates.” Well now, that’s good for business. Boris scratched his neck with a hint of embarrassment. “Even their parents mentioned you, mostly in the context of their children’s new obsession but I would prepare myself.”

“Just one night and I’ve suddenly become the hottest high-class slut in the city.” How fun. Boris chuckled, looking away when Horace shoved his face against my tits and planted his mouth on one of my nipples.

“One could say that, yes.” He almost seemed as if he was about to smile at me but also tried not to, ending up in a weird half-frown half-smile. Weird. “I take our business here is done, yes? I would love to… stay and enjoy the company but…” His hand reached for his neck to scratch it.

“Seeing your son rub his cock against mine while he feeds like a big baby from my tits? Is that it?” When I said that he rolled his eyes. Now that was the Boris I wanted to see! Well, not really but it was a better face than that sort of smile he was trying to make. “I’m also sure you have more things to take care of while I introduce Horace to the others.” There was a chorus of moans and giggles the moment I said that, mouths watering and darting for my body once again. Horace’s cock sprang even harder in my hands, spurting precum in amounts that were almost similar to mine after I emptied my balls, splattering on the walls and on the floor. The older donkey sighed, either desperate or simply defeated. “We can talk another time when I’m not horny or surrounded by hornier people.” To enhance my point, they all broke into a messy, loud and needy fight over my cock, tongues fighting against other tongues for the right to lick a specific spot of my shaft, nostrils flaring to take in my musk…

“Is there even a time when you’re not horny?”

“Depends on how much I came beforehand.” I smiled, he didn’t, but he got up anyways, tempted to extend a hand to shake mine out of reflex. “We’ll see each other soon.”

“I’m sure we will.” I waited for the door to close and for the last guard to take one last guilty sneak peek through the gap to stand up and order my harem to stand in line. It was a feast of leaking, throbbing cocks, of panting chests and needy moans, everyone standing still as they stared at me. I sat on the couch still, hugging my cock as I massaged it, my arms stretched out almost completely around my girth, muscles bulging out to keep every last inch of all my four and a half feet steady. “Now where were we?”

I have to admit that I did not have many days as messy as the one I spent welcoming Horace in my harem, maybe because I had never really had the chance to actually want someone to come in and celebrate the occasion. Everything had happened either without my will or when I was too horny to control myself, or simply by accident. However, with the donkey that now laid on his back on the floor, his gut bloated, pinning his cock down under a soft fuzzy pudge that sloshed with every breath he made, I could really make it special. The apartment was in even more of a mess than normal, every square inch of floor, wall and ceiling doused in musk and several layers of cum, some of it not mine here and there of course. Everyone was sleeping in different spots, on couches, on the floor, on the table, I think that Lan was in the bath tub after I had stopped to take a piss and had her accompany me to massage my feet in the meantime, swimming in a warm bath of my spunk and everyone was full of the same stuff the apartment was coated with. Even I fell asleep at some point, the only difference was that I was not bloated and that I just had to take my cock out of Cyril’s throat to get up. The lizard protested in his sleep, his mouth that had been full of cock for a few hours now suddenly empty, begging to be filled again. If my phone did not ring in that moment, I might have had the temptation to shove him down my shaft and go back to sleep.

But life tends to mess with people’s plans in that way and so, as I pressed the button to take the call, I moved to another room and closed the door behind me. I felt a bit tired and my nuts seemed to be still as heavy as they had been before I had started to fuck the day away, taking up too much space in between my legs. Much like earlier, I felt them get caught in the doorframe, forcing me to put more force in my lower half. The sound of wood bending, snapping and shattering as the girls below were crammed inside was a bit louder than I expected though. I gave them a good massage as I grabbed a mug and put the phone on my ear.

“Yes?”

“Miss Nyla? I’m doctor Dillon from the hospital.” I took a moment to remember the face associated with that name.

“Ah, yes yes, I remember.” I was still half asleep so my brain took a moment to start working again, the coffee helping just a bit in that endeavour. With a hand on the cup, the other stopped patting my nuts and took the phone as my heart skipped a beat. “Is something wrong?”

“What? No, not at all… your sister is good, she’s been awake for a bit and we have talked profusely about her condition for the past few hours.” The man paused when I sighed with relief. “However, we would like you to come here for a checkup while she’s awake.”

“Sure thing… it’s not like it’s… four in the morning…” I groaned, downed the rest of the cup and headed for the bathroom. For the third time today I felt the door I passed through protest and give in after I moved through them. I did not notice before but it took a lot more effort to walk. “Why now?”

“There have been some developments regarding your sister that have caused us to worry about you as well. It has been a while since you came here and I figured it’d be a good time as any to check if everything is alright with you. I hope you’ll forgive us.” The man was being really nice but I could not find the strength to answer him after I had turned on the lights. “Miss Nyla? Are you there?” He sounded slightly less cordial now. He asked that once or twice more, I don’t know or don’t remember how many other times he asked if I was still there. I was most definitely there, my phone was still glued to my ear but my brain… it was more focused on something else. “Are you ok? Do we need to call an ambulance?” Now he was starting to feel nervous, I could tell and still I could not answer him as I stared at my reflection.

“One… two… three… four?” Hold on I need to count again. “One… two… ok… three and four…” Was I dreaming or had I gone crazy?

“Miss? What… what are you counting? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah… I don’t… hold on…” I let the phone sit on the counter and put it on speaker mode as I reached down for my balls and put my hands on it. “One and two… ok… business as usual…” I touched the girls below and squeezed…. Sure enough they felt heavy and big like they always did and then… I touched the other two just behind them. “Three and four…” I squeezed harder and felt a jolt of pleasure run all the way from the quartet of nuts crowding between my legs all the way to my brain. I let out a loud needy moan as my hands squeezed again and my cock slapped against the underside of the sink with a loud thwap that may or may not have cracked the porcelain… It did not hurt per se, my cock was too thick and too big to actually be hurt by a ‘light’ slap like that but it was enough of a stimulus to let me know I wasn’t still asleep and instead I was very, very much awake and very much on the way of being very horny. “Nope… not dreaming.” I looked at my reflection and felt myself over and over again, spreading my legs to give me better access to my lower half. My hands roamed on the expanse of not one, not two, but four orbs stretching my sack like fat watermelons, each pretty much the same size, each three feet at their widest point. No, I could not even call them watermelons anymore, they were not that heavy , not even close… it was more like having four inflated beach balls stuck to my groin but instead of being filled with air they were… well… I could hear them churn, slosh and roil with need. I could feel them rumble without even having to touch them. Honestly? It’s hot as fuck. “Yeah… I really think I need a bit of a check-up…”

“Holy fuck Nyla!” I kind of jumped on the spot when Vee’s voice suddenly came from behind me. I let go of my phone, watched it fly in the air before it simply fell in between my tits and lodged itself there. That was a first. “You’ve… grown another… another pair?” I turned around and saw her look, worried for a moment that she’d be scared or something, but only saw that between her legs, her vent was downright dripping. She threw herself on her knees and buried her snout in my sack, her arms hugging it, struggling to hug it even, her tongue immediately sneaking out and licking the sweaty skin. “Mmmmmhhh tastes even better…” She murred, squeezing to the best of her abilities, somehow managing to lift them for a second. “Sssssso heavy…” I could smell her arousal in the air despite the fog of musk I carried around me at all times, my cock twitching and swelling at the prospect of taking the new equipment for a ride right then and there. As if to match my intentions, my balls practically rumbled, loud enough to make the noise reach my ears and hard enough to make the mirror in the bathroom shake ever so slightly. “Fuck me right now!” Vee flopped on the ground, legs spread wide, the stretchy snake managing to get her ankles past her head and spreading her vent with her hands. Saying she was dripping was a rather big underestimation.

“Sorry honey, give me a sec.” I fished out the phone from my tits and resumed the call. “Sorry. Where were we?”