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SynTech Slushpile #25

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Characters © QuilDewIvy

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"Quil? The doctor is ready for you now. This way, please."

Quil nodded and followed the tall skunkette with a waspy figure down the hallway. The black- and white-furred mammal was done up in a tight white nurse's uniform. The dragon's eyes danced across her rump - impossibly large, round, jutting backwards and wagging side to side beneath the curled-over expanse of her striped tail. The pillowy rump cheeks danced so invitingly that Quil had to bite his lip to stop himself reaching out for a feel. The white skirt barely stretched past her wide black and white tail, leaving the pale pink panties stretched full of a pair of pendulous orbs on full display as they bounced side to side across the backs of her knees. The dragon swallowed as he felt his own maleness - paltry in comparison to the bulge present on the other side of the skunkette's impossible thighs - throb in his jeans.

Sure, he was lean, strong, just over six feet tall with a nice and pretty pair of black-webbed wings that faded into a deep blue near the tips. Quil was handsome enough, too, sporting four broad, silvery gray horns, two on either side of his black-scaled head, and wide, friendly muzzle with a line of ridged blue scales from his eyes to his nose. At the moment, in addition to his jeans, the dragon wore a pair of loose sandals around his wide, three-toed talons and a t-shirt that draped over his narrow, flat belly and chest. Compared to the strutting skunkette nurse ahead of him, Quil was an ironing board.

The skunkette led him into an office, then sat at a small counter and tapped on the keyboard with her long and painted claws, occasionally asking him a few questions in her friendly, high-pitched voice. Her breasts shifted and squeezed between her elbows, threatening to free themselves from the white lapels digging into the oversized teats. Throughout the interview, portions of the left nipple - juicy, massive, easily as big as Quil's fist - slid into view, only for the skunkette to casually tuck herself back in with a coy giggle. The questions about Quil's medical history continued in this manner until the dragon felt like he'd burst a gasket.

Then she took his temperature...

"Wonderful, thank you, Quil," the skunkette said. Heels clacked on the floor as she strutted towards the door, before winking at him over her narrow shoulder. "Please wait for just a few minutes."

The dragon blushed and nodded, unconsciously moving his hands to cover what he was sure was a glaringly obvious arousal in his jeans, but could anyone really blame themselves for being turned on by the busty, thick-rumped skunk? As far as nurses went...

Quil's head turned when he realized he'd been daydreaming. The door opened and the black dragon's jaw dropped open as he stared at the doctor who walked - or, rather, slithered - inside the examination room.

"Hello! I'm Ivy, and I'll be performing your procedure today," the naga said.

Quil's eyes slid away from the naga's wide, white-scaled hood and shimmering eyes, past her boxy muzzle and wide neck, her shoulders and the large, uppermost pair of breasts held in by a button-up shirt. The middle pair were slightly smaller, and the bottom-most pair smaller yet, though taken together, they still formed an overwhelming amount of chest to gaze at. Quil's eyes followed along the drape of her shirt and lab coat to where her hips smoothed into the long and powerful snakelike lower half. A pair of dark green stripes began from her hips and ran down either side towards the pointed tail tip at the end, smooth streaks of color on her otherwise white-scaled figure. Her body had to be over twenty feet long, in total, but as she coiled herself up into a graceful pyramid in front of Quil and "sat" down on the top, she appeared even larger.

The naga lifted a pad of paper up and read a few lines, then leaned over and tapped on the computer before returning her attention to the dragon.

"Ah, yes, very common procedure, Quil," she said, nodding as her gaze dropped to the dragon's chest. "Yes, quite common. As I always say, if nature isn't providing you big enough cups, store-bought are fine!"

Quil nodded, feeling a little more at ease and uncomfortable talking about why he'd come to the clinic.

"So, just how big are we talking here?" Ivy said, her tone upbeat and relaxing. "I see on the form you've marked the option for 'big as possible.' May I?"

Ivy asked for permission, but barely waited for the dragon to nod before swooping in and lifting up his shirt. Her fingers prodded into his belly and sides, stroked down his chest, and grasped his shoulders, massaging them for a few moments as Quil just about fainted with embarrassment as being handled in such a business-like manner.

"Hmm... yes, that's good... excellent muscle tone..."

The large naga's triple-up chest jiggled as she settled back into her own coils after a few last pinches and pokes.

"I'm certain you could easily handle some D-cups, which would be just a little bit smaller than these, proportionally speaking, of course," the naga said. Her fingers pointed at her lowest, smallest pair of breasts. "We could try to go for these, but I can't guarantee we'll get there."

Her fingers moved up to the middle set, and Quil was all too happy to shift his gaze to match.

"Keep in mind that all that mass comes from somewhere, so you'll notice a narrower stomach," the dragoness said. "You did eat at least 3,000 calories a day the past two weeks, right?"

"Five thousand," Quil said with pride. He patted his mostly flat belly. "But I kind of have a quick metabolism."

"Well, let's see what we can do. Depending on the results, we can always schedule another visit at a later date."

"Sounds good, Dr. Ivy," the dragon said. "What would you like me to dommmfff!"

The tip of the naga's tail teased inside Quil's open muzzle, flicking across his tongue before sliding towards the back of his throat. His lips closed into an "O" around her tail tip as her fingers returned to his body, though in much less of a businesslike fashion than before.

The white-scaled naga's hood flared open, revealing twin diamond-shaped emerald markings on the inside. Each diamond had a dark green edge to it. Her eyes widened as she looped her coils of powerful snake-muscle, which was thicker around than the dragon's hips until just a few feet from the end, over his legs and chest, trapping his arms and wings. Her eyes drifted in front of his as she smirked, tail-tip working in and out of his wet muzzle. She held him quite still and steady with her constantly shifting, grinding, flexing coils, from his ankles to his neck, as her fingers undid the buttons of her shirt one at a time.

"Oh, you don't have to do anything," the naga said, her voice almost a purr of satisfaction. "I take great pleasure in my work and to ensure the client emerges completely satisfied."

The naga emphasized the word "completely" with a particularly strong ripple of snakeflesh across the front of his pants, but his eyes were glued on her banded chest, more and more of which pressed free of her taut blouse as she undid the buttons all the way down. Quil's eyes stretched wider still when he realized there were some new bulges at the bottom, jutting from beneath the lowermost pair of breasts, that were not in any way orblike.

As she pulled her lab coat and shirt away, leaving her body nude and unhindered, the naga's tongue flicked out. Quil's throat swallowed heavily as he watched a pair of smooth, wide pink stalks spear up from the naga's "hips." Sat side-by-side and emerging from the same scaled slit, they pulsed with need and they fattened and thickened, especially in the middle, before tapering to pointed, drooling tips that reached to the upper swells of her topmost set of bosoms.

"Well," the naga said, coils lifting and pulling the dragon through the air as though he weighed nothing. "Shall we begin?"

Held upside down vertically above the leftmost stalk, and able to only move his head and muzzle, that's just what Quil did. The dragon's eyes closed as he felt his body lower downwards, and the tip of the nearly five-foot-long cock - just a foot shorter than the dragon was - prodded into the back of his throat. His cheeks bulged around the smooth, warm length as the naga let out a pleased sigh and wiggled herself into a more comfortable position. Propping herself up on her side, she lazily pumped a foot or so of thick pink snakemeat into Quil's stretching throat, coils holding him nice and steady as she began the "treatment."

The black dragon's narrow neck bulged. He grunted, moaning as she pulled out, allowing him a gasp of musky air before the wet tip surged back in. Sometimes she alternated, twisting her body to drag his stretched muzzle down one shaft before pulling him off, only to push him down the other. Her moans of pleasure were music to the dragon's ears, though, and he wiggled and squirmed with pleasure and excitement as his jeans grew wet in the front.

"Nnnnggghhh... oh, yessssss," the naga hissed, eyes closing. Her hands wrapped around both of her fat, achingly hard shafts, squeezing the narrow, pointed tips together as beads of pre-cum rolled down her smooth fingers. Her coils dragged the bound dragon towards the duo of dribbling cocks and, as they both shoved unceremoniously into his muzzle, her hands slid lower, pushed by his stretching lips. "Dragons always make the best... mmmhhhh... clients..."

Quil squirmed as both thicknesses flexed into his muzzle, fighting for space with each other. His cheeks ballooned outwards as both filled his mouth with pre-cum, to the point a steady dribble ran out of his chin and down his chest - with one huge length after the other trying to slide down his throat, there simply wasn't a chance to swallow.

The coils tightened. Quil's eyes bulged and his jaws opened even wider. The naga dragged him down, grunting as she felt both thick, five-foot-long cock lodge themselves in the dragon's throat. She was only getting a foot or so in of each, but she enjoyed the view of his bloated cheeks. Besides, the tighter her coils bound the cute black dragon, the harder his cock got. And soon, it wouldn't just be getting harder.

The naga moaned as she pumped, humping, grinding, wetly and messily thrusting her dripping shafts forward. Quil grunted and moaned and gasped, snatching his breaths when he could, swallowing what pungent seed he was able to, as her twin stalks worked his throat open deeper, deeper, deeper.

"Mmmffff... first... treatment... coming up!"

Quil's eyes clenched shut. Both fat pink stalks surged, filling his throat as full as he'd ever been, well over a foot of each grinding forward. Both shafts erupted simultaneously, flooding his belly with so much seed he could feel the pressure building as the coils clenched around him. The naga's scales glowed brightly as she flexed forward, humping, squeezing, clutching and clenching at every bit of Quil's body until his overloaded senses forced a flash of orgasmic pleasure through him as well.

"Nnnggghh... there we go..."

Quil's hips felt strange. The pressure grew even tighter as the coils squeezed down into his plump rump cheeks. They were definitely bigger, and he let out a long groan when both huge shafts pulled free with a flex from his lips, splattering his face with a few shots of white seed on the way. His body trembled as the coils rolled over his rump, pushing his cheeks together, pulling them apart, sliding individually up and down his legs. The dragon's jeans felt like they'd burst as he gasped and panted - the fabric was soon even tighter than the scales.

The coils suddenly flipped the dragon over, onto his back, and pulled him down, shoving him face first into the wet, dripping bases of the twin spires. The dragon's nostrils flared with the scent, which was all it took for his growing lower body to burst from his jeans entirely. Scraps of fabric shifted between the coiling white scales of the naga's lower body as he let out a loud, exhausted moan of lust. Curled up by the coils, the dragon's eyes opened, staring in shock at what appeared to jut through the white scales: his cock, but bigger. Much, much bigger. Easily a foot and a half long, three times what he had before. And it was fat, too, and when her coils wrapped him up again, milking the aching member, he couldn't stop the writhing and trembling shooting down his extremities.

The coils pushed him into place again, this time facing forward, legs spread, hips in the air a foot above the tips of her thick stalks. He was able to look down, past his thighs, and saw her squeezing some sort of clear liquid from a black bottle onto her twins.

"Oh, this is just to make sure the growth is kept manageable, and it feels great, too!" Ivy said, clenching her coils tighter as she spoke. "It also means I don't need to wait for you to warm up before I can do this!"

The tips of both huge stalks flexed under the dragon's tail. Within moments, the black-scaled dragon's chest surged outwards. With every inch, every surge, every disappearance of naga-shaft into his aching body, Quil could feel the weight on his chest growing larger and heavier. His fingers clutched at his shirt, which pulled up to show his belly as the large breasts filled out well past the D-cups Ivy said were the most likely result. His cock ached so hard and he could feel it throbbing in her coils as she surged inside him.

Quil howled, hips clenching, as the dragoness moaned with lust, loving the tight heat and slick, easy entry the special lube provided. As her twins thrust harder, faster, deeper, owning and filling the dragon's tight rump until his tits were flopping back to smack him in his own face, she felt as if she were forgetting something important. Something about that lube that she wasn't supposed to do...

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Two hours later, Quil squeezed his way out of the door of the examination room. A few dozen feet of coils followed, spilling out into the hallway through the door frame. There was no sight of Dr. Ivy's head, just a tremendous mass of huge, oversized snake coils writhing and wriggling around, completely filling the room from floor to ceiling.

"Thanks, Dr. Ivy, I feel amazing!" Quil said. The black dragon's t-shirt, which survived somehow, pulled down into a sharp V-shape over his cleavage. The hem of the shirt just managed to snag the enormous, plump blue nipples, but the fabric was so tight they were easily visible. The inadvertent V-neck also exposed the dark blue ridges of color running down the dragon's chest and between the new, oversized bosoms. The bottoms of each massive orb hung so low that if he were to bend over at all, or even lift his thighs while walking, they draped and squeezed around the base of his massive stalk.

Though Quil was now nine feet tall, his overall body shape hadn't changed all that much, save for the breasts and shaft, which was now many hundreds of times as thick and long as it was before, almost half of the dragon's own height. Well over a foot thick from the base right through the bulbous sections, the pointed tip throbbed and dripped onto the floor in front of Quil as he made his way out of the clinic, reveling in the shocked stares and envious glances of the nurses and patients. When checking out, the skunk from before even slipped him her number.

Doubting one of those ride-sharing services would stop to pick him up considering he probably wouldn't fit through the doors, Quil strode out of the building and turned down the sidewalk, grinning from ear to ear as he watched the immensely swollen jugs draping from his chest bounce off of his half-aroused maleness, which was easily thicker around than both of his thighs put together. Considering he was as tall as the ceiling in most places, if you counted his horns, he cut quite the figure as he bounced down the sidewalk. Once people got a good look at his overgrown front, they found themselves lusting after his back as well. The black dragon's smooth, soft interwoven scales shifted and lifted across two round, plump cheeks, each curvy orb reflecting the sunlight back into the eyes of anyone who stared too long, creating an optical rainbow effect that almost sparkled. Quil himself didn't notice, of course, focusing instead on other details, like how good it felt every time his sloshing, churning balls bounced off the upper part of his long shins. The base of his tail lifted and flicked excitedly in the air behind him, long and supple just like the rest of him. From behind, as well, the absolute size of his chest became clear, seeing as how the bosoms stretched several feet past either side of his shoulders. The same went for his swinging balls, though the dragon appeared to have no difficulty walking, breathing, or swinging his amazingly massive endowments around while strutting, clad only in the overstrained t-shirt, down the busy business area back towards his place.

He felt so good. Amazingly good. Warm and tingly all over. He barely noticed, but his swollen arousal gushed every time his legs shoved his fat sac forward, leaving gallons upon gallons of pre-cum musking up the air and drizzling into the sewers. By the time he was a few blocks away from his place, outside his favorite coffee shop, his oversized barrel pumped the equivalent of a full-sized barrel of pre-cum every minute - sloshing, wet, sticky floods of the stuff that rose around the ankles of the other pedestrians, none of whom seemed to mind all that much once they got a whiff. Quil ignored the effect he was having on others as he grinned up at the sign of the cafe. He came here a lot, and it would be fun to show off his curvy new figure to the baristas...

Despite his attempt to make a graceful entrance, the black dragon ended up going in headfirst and bent over while twisted to the side. The 9-foot-tall scaled male's muzzle dropped open as his chest compacted between the door jambs, but with a grunt and a heave, he was able to shove himself forward. The large blue nipples went taut, then pushed forward as the jiggling flesh bounced back and forth against the door jamb while Quil figured out what to do with his hips next. Both plump teats dribbled warm, white milk as they bounced even harder while Quil tugged at his cock and sac in an attempt to squeeze through.

He ended up spinning completely around, lost his balance, and fell onto his wide, plump rump. His squared-off muzzle stretched open as he felt the weight of his balls thump down into the floor. He could hear plates breaking as his massive cannon fired off another barrel-load of musky pre-cum, splattering several of the customers and baristas.

"Oh, hey, Cronulla," the dragon gasped. "Can I get the usual? To go, please."

A pale, gray-skinned sharkgirl with a spiky mane of black hair between a pair of pointed fins on either side of her flat-topped muzzle looked like she was about to get angry at the dragon for making a mess, but then her nostrils twitched. She shook her head and smiled as her bifurcated tail lifted up off the floor, allowing a splashing wave of pre-cum to sweep beneath. The same couldn't be said for her shoes and ankles, unfortunately.

"Sure thing, Quil! Lookin' good, by the way!"

The sharkgirl disappeared behind the counter for a few minutes while Quil waited. He leaned forward so that his elbows pressed into the countertop, supporting his shoulders, while his massive breasts hung down low and heavy, spreading around his pulsing, flexing cock. The weight of the smooth scaled orbs squeezing into his pointed tip, which featured large, knot-like ridges all the way up, as though tightly stacked on top of each other, along with a fearsome, backwards-pointing barbs along the top, designed to pull the mate back and keep them connected. At the moment, it ground into Quil's cleavage, setting off even more gallons of thick, clear spooge from his tremendously swollen sac.

"Here you go, Quil!"

The dragon's eyes widened. "Oh, my wallet! I left it at the clinic!"

The sharkgirl's muzzle bobbed up and down. Her wide red eyes blinked as she grinned. "No problem, I know you're good for it. Just don't tell my boss, okay?"

The sharkgirl leaned forward and set the drink on the counter between her and the dragon, then pushed it forward with a single finger. Steam rose from the open sip-style lid as the sharkgirl's eyes narrowed and her tongue ran across the smooth white skin covering the underside of her jaw.

"Of course, if you'd like to pay me back right now, I could think of something..."

Less than ten minutes later - they would have had more, had Quil not gotten stuck in the door to the employee break room - the overhung dragon had his claws wrapped around Cronulla's ankles while her shoulders and back dragged across the floor. A pillow stolen from the couch nearby tore to shreds in her muzzle as she tried to stop the enthusiastic moans being forced from her muzzle. The dragon's dark red shaft jutted forward, clearly outlined by the writhing sharkgirl's pale white belly as it drove deeper. Already Cronulla's chest looked larger than before, and by the time the dragon's thickness was only half-buried inside the much smaller female shark, Cronulla's nipples leaked constantly, just like Quil's.

Unloading several oil barrels' worth of seed into a single sharkgirl half the size of the dragon had consequences beyond simply stretching her out, though. Her muzzle opened, throat distending, as a firehose-like spray splattered across the room and painted the wall of the far side. Her belly surged in all directions like she was a balloon connected to a water spigot at full blast. The sharkgirl's white belly and darker gray sides shoved against Quil, squeezing her not only deeper around the flexing shaft, but putting enough pressure on Quil's sensitive teats to cause them to pump even harder.

The floor filled, half a foot deep before the dragon was even able to set up a rhythm. Cronulla's chest swelled, along with the rest of her body, as she wriggled, eyes clenched shut as the dragon's musk overpowered her senses and forced her body to change, becoming more and more like the dragon - huge, strong, and incredibly, dangerously productive.

Cronulla's new maleness flopped over the top of Quil's chest and shoulder, already firing off with the equivalent of what Quil produced right after leaving the office. As his claws dragged her closer, humping in hard, filling her completely until her bloated belly heaved, he moaned at last, satisfying that lustful itch for the first time since Dr. Ivy helped him out at the end of their appointment earlier.

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A few hours later, Quil squeezed his way out of the employee break room, grunting as an enormous nipple almost as thick as the dragon was tall shoved him from behind and stuck partway through the door.

"See you later, Cronulla!" the dragon said, grinning as his flexing maleness released havoc on the back hallway area, as well as painting the heaving, massive nipple. Every few seconds, a stream of milk thicker around than Quil's hips slopped out across the floor as well, quickly flooding the place - but it would save the cafe plenty on milk orders.

As the dragon left, he wondered what he ought to have for lunch, but then he remembered that his friend Dew was coming over with takeout to celebrate his first treatment at the clinic. Quil had a feeling Dew would be next up to make an appointment among their group of friends, but wanted to see the results first. The dragon grinned - he wouldn't disappoint, he was sure.

He passed the time figuring out the best ways to pose for some social media pics. He even took a few naughty ones where he didn't even pretend to try and hide the nearly five-foot-long girth draping over his immense black-scaled balls. The likes came pouring in, along with plenty of lewd comments and even lewder DMs. The dragon's teats swelled as he leaned back into his couch and rested his forearms on top of his swollen orbs, squeezing downwards occasionally as he scrolled, his grin even wider than before.

There was a knock at the door, then it opened, and a voice called out:

"Hey, Quil! I got lunch! Hope you're hungry, because... hey, what's the smell? It's really... goooood..."

From the entrance hallway, there was a thud and a crinkle from a take-out bag falling to the floor, then a slow scrape of talons. Dew the chimera morph emerged, sensitive black nose twitching at the end of their lupine muzzle. Though she had traits from many species - wolf, kitsune, dragon, raptor, snake, and possibly more - their default appearance featured an even, smooth coat of medium gray around their shoulders, sides, and back, plus a light, creamy white around their muzzle, neck, and torso. Under the loose, oversized t-shirt that draped around their chest, revealing almost as much as if they'd worn something tight, a heavy pair of bosoms rested above a smooth and fit belly. The short-shorts around their wide hips spread in the back over a plump tush, while in the front, the cup bounced down towards their knees, packed with a plump sheath and heavy balls. Even when flaccid, Dew presented quite a sight, but as the scent wormed into their brain, the panting chimera couldn't stop the arousal stretching their shorts.

"Hey, Dew," Quil said, waving a hand from around one side of her swollen breasts. "Where's the take out?"

The dragon's cannon pulsed, adding another few dozen gallons of sticky, clear pre-cum to the milk pooling around the furniture and adding the intense musk in the air. Dew's eyes narrowed and they licked their lips, before the white insides of their gray ears twisted around. Their white horns glinted, a sleek and pointed pair and only curved slightly backwards from behind her ears. Dew watched each obscenely generous gush and stretched their forearm down as the bulging outlines in their shorts shifted and changed.

"Nnnggghhh... forget the food," they groaned, stumbling forwards.

"But don't you want to eat it when it's hooohhhhhh!"

The chimera's silky pelt slid down the throbbing erection, eliciting a few dozen more gallons of thick, clear pre-cum from the pointed tip. They moaned and shuddered, one paw stretching down into the tight booty shorts as their multiple tails, six in total, flexed and twisted in the air above their rump. Each wide appendage moved independently, was puffy in the middle, and ended in a glowing, light blue tip. When she got in close enough, she swept the half-dozen fluffy tails across Quil's massive arousal, over his huge balls, and back up again.

The dragon's eyes squeezed shut as the flow of pre-cum turned white. His hands stretched out for the chimera as both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure and need.

It took a little effort, but eventually, Quil found a position that worked. Still reclining on the couch, he wrapped his claws around Dew's hips as the chimera's body shoved back into him. They faced away, both legs stretching across the dragon's oversized sac and dimpling the smooth scales. Dew's belly filled the rest of the living room, blocking the door and fighting for space with their equally outrageous breasts. The chimera's lengths throbbed somewhere below, pinched between the underside of her sloshing stomach and the fattened up sac causing them to experience one orgasm after another after another - in triplicate. Dew's moans filled what little open space remained as Quil's enormous teats pulsed against her backside, causing a waterfall of milk to flow down over the chimera's plump hips and Quil's straining thighs. The waterlogged couch snapped almost immediately, but that didn't stop the dragon from relaxing in the remains as he worked himself right to the hilt in the growing, stretching, bloating chimera.

Dew's body fell backwards, and her three arousal stretched forward - a dark red pointed stalk with a narrow tip, a swollen and glowing purple ridged monster, and a flared, spotted pink and black length with an imposing medial ring. The horsecock flexed, erupting, as the canine arousal drooped over and shrunk back into the sheath, only to be replaced moments later by a huge, pointed, barbed pink catcock. All three continued to shift and change, erupting, retreating, and emerging again to repeat the process as the dragon unloaded hundreds, possibly thousands of gallons into her body, overwhelming even their innate transformational abilities. Both dragon and chimera lost themselves in lust, humping and pounding and milking even as the level rose almost to the windowsills...

* * *

Several hours later, Quil's eyes opened with a start. He heard his phone ringing, and he shoved his paw down into the three-foot-deep pool of cum filling the room. Though the pool was draining slowly through cracks in the walls and doors, the dragon's arousal continued to cum more than enough to compensate, especially with both fat, plump blue nipples joining in. Quil's fingers clasped his phone and pulled it out of the intense musk-soup, shook it twice, and held it to his ear.

"Hello? Oh, Dr. Ivy! Thank goodness for waterproof phone cases. What can I do for you?"

The dragon nodded. Next to him, curled up to his side, Dew relaxed. The chimera's chest was four, maybe five times larger than before, while a trio of four-foot lengths - dragon, orca, and something that appeared to be a bee's ovipositor - draped over Quil's thigh as they snored loudly.

"Oh, side effects? Really? No, I haven't noticed anything, but of course I can come back in."

The dragon's five-foot-long thickness bounced off the swells of his chest, each orb pinning his legs down as he sat up a little.

"Really? It's that serious? Well, I guess there was you, and my friend Cronulla from the cafe near my place, and also my friend Dew..."

The dragon's brow furrowed.

"Oh, okay... well, I guess nobody noticed anything, but sure, we'll come in. I think you're making a big deal out of nothing, though. Right, see you soon."

* * *

The next month...

"Gosh, I'm all booked... nnnffff... up for the next month, but I could... uuuuhhhnnnnngggg, fuuuuuuck yeah... sorry, I could fit you in, say, two months from next week?"

Quil held his phone between his head and shoulder as his huge cock thrust between a large silicon ring, milking untold thousands of gallons of warm, creamy jizz from his massive arousal. His huge tits draped to either side, dribbling and pulsing milk, as the echoes of his ropes of seed splattering into the deep end of the pool below rang out.

"Yeah, right now I'm doing one of my biggest jobs, close to 280,000 gallons," he said. "Kind of takes it out of me. Yeah, even me, ha! Anyways, I'll sign you up. You've just got a six-footer, right? Hot tub, too? No problem."

Quil's shoulders flexed as the t-shirt straining around the top half of his bosoms, leaving his leaking nipples exposed, read "POOLFILLERS INC" in large blocky black letters. The dragon grinned and turned his head.

"Hey, we got another frat party," he said to the sharkgirl grinding away at another of the large silicone rings.

"Ooh, those are fun... they usually don't wanna let me fuck 'em at first, but they always come around," she said, growling as her huge cannon fired off. She wasn't quite as productive as the dragon, but for a part-time gig that helped drain the intense loads that built up over the course of the day, this was the best way to get paid for doing what she loved.

"Dew is going to be here soon to help us top this one off, by the way."

"Great!"

"She's getting the last treatment from Dr. Ivy. No more contagiousness, but I gotta say, I'm surprised you all kept the size..."

The sharkgirl's chest heaved as she leaned forward, panting hard, spurting cock flexing through the other side and raining shark-jizz down into the pool below. Her "POOLFILLERS INC" shirt was soaked through in the front where it outlined her heaving bosoms.

"You know, they might be inconvenient, but... nnnnnffffff... the other perks make up for it!"

The end