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"...hfh, ohhfh.. hharder, moremoremore pleeease~!"

Squeak, squeak, squeak. The constant rocking had taken its toll on that cheap bed-frame and the workout it was getting now would either shear off the bolts or convince its owners to tighten it. But that couldn't be further from their minds right now.

"..Fuck, hhoh, y'like that, mh? These fat nuts slapping _ into your plush panda ass when I bottom out?"_

Clunk, clunk, clunk. Each heavy, hip-clashing thrust sent their headboard back into the wall, a noticeable dent forming in the plaster that got deeper with every passionate, needy slam in. If they had neighbors in the next apartment over, they'd be furious.

"Ooh, ooh fuck.. Fuckfuckfuuuhhh~. I'm gonna - inside?"

Qiru managed to gather up enough of her fried brain cells to form a reply, glancing up at him through lust-hazed eyes as Maro's cock throbbed poignantly against her walls as a warning.

"Wh - yes! You're tryin' to knock me uhhhhhp aren't'cha?!"

The endowed ram's reply came as an audible churn from those softball-sized balls, his roiling jizm needing an escape. He drew back halfway and slammed himself tight and snug against her cervix, that broad cockhead stabbing and scraping so close to her vulnerable womb. It bulged and flared - looking angry that she hadn't gotten pregnant yet.

Surely, this time.

The ram grit his teeth and let loose a low, rumbling grunt as his cockvein bulged with that virile ballbatter surging out to meet her eggs. Qiru's hands found her tits as she kneaded those heaving, fuzzy mounds, trying to eke out more pleasure from his climax after her last peak. Legs wrapped around that toned, fuzzy backside, the panda trying to draw him in a deep as she could, feeling her soaked, pre-basted walls struggling to clench around that climbing load.

Maro shuddered and twitched like a tree in a storm as he exploded inside of her, the ram half-collapsing on top of her, struggling to stay upright on two trembling arms. A happy squeak of a cry left Qiru's chest as she felt that bubbling heat swell in her stomach, each pump making those heavy ramnuts clench and tug against her twitching backdoor as he unloaded. Freeing a furred teat from pinching fingers, she clasped a greedy hand over her belly, feeling it slowly swell as trillions of eager swimmers surged into her womb from that milky flood.

With the ram still stone-hard and pumping, the pair shifted their position so they could comfortably catch their breath and enjoy the afterglow, Qiru rolling onto her side and Maro taking an obligatory position as the big spoon. Huffing out a breathy giggle, the panda's hand slipped down, idly toying with her belly as it slowly continued to plump up - the coffee-colored fur sliding under her hand as she watched herself slosh like a waterbed.

"Mnh. Fuck, Maro. This is bigger than the last time. Y'really wanna get me pregnant, don't ya?"

Sweaty and sweltering under his coat, the ram's only reply was to weakly thrust himself back in to the hilt, muscling out a few dregs of spunk that had managed to slip past and onto the sheets.

"Fhhh.. Don't mo~ove! I don't want a drop _ getting out until those little soldiers get to_ all _ of my eggs~._

She could feel his cock throb from that comment. Teasing about breeding always got the ram going and Qiru exploited that expertly. Eventually though, she could feel his cock begin to deflate and slowly slip out from her needy slit, her attention turning to the bedside table as she flung open a drawer and blindly fumbled within until her paw came back clutching a thick plug. The bear hefted up one of her plump legs and maneuvered past her cum-swollen tummy to slide that thing inside, sealing her up and making sure she kept that cumbelly for a few days before her body absorbed it all. She was about to roll over to tuck in until a sudden prod at her backside caught her attention.

"Mh? S-seconds, already?" Qiru asked, more than a little surprised. They'd gone multiple rounds before but, it felt like Maro nutted his soul into her that time.

"Nah. Hold still. Can't feel my legs and I gotta use the bathroom, so, you can go for me."

"Wh-" Was all Qiru managed to muster out before that cumslicked ram dick slid into her puffy asshole, earning a shuddering grunt from her throat as he nestled in deep. A pregnant silence

hung in the air before Maro quietly huffed and a new warmth bloomed in her rear, the sensation sending a bolt of sizzling lightning down Qiru's spine as her toes curled and fingers clenched at the sheets. They sat unmoving for nearly a minute, Qiru blushing hotter than a furnace under her fur before another grunt from behind her signaled its end. She carefully shuffled off of him, a soft wet pop filling the air before it was drowned out by the unmistakable sound of sloshing liquid in the bear's guts.

"H-honestly, Maro. For a ram, you can be such a fucking pig sometimes."

Her anger was a thin facade, and they both knew that - it was just another little game they played. When he saw how soaked that plug was from her leaking juices - enough to leave a dribbled path to the bathroom on the carpet - he nearly perked up for a second wind before the rush of exhaustion slammed into him, sending him out like a light.

Qiru plopped her plump rear on the toilet and grumbled, trying to ignore the fresh heat swelling between her thighs as she unceremoniously pissed for him. Reaching over to grab some toilet paper in preparation, she inadvertently knocked a pill bottle from the sink into the trash can. She carefully plucked it back and dusted it off, eyes drifting up to make sure Maro was actually sleeping. The panda popped the top off and shook two pills into her palm, quickly downing them and swallowing before setting the bottle back and working to clean up his mess.

"Mh. Wonder how long I can keep this_ up."_ She said, idly jostling her belly around, a little toothy fang slipping down to bite on her lip. "He'll probably figure it out eventually, but.. Can't say it isn't worth these big ol tummies!"

Shuffling back to bed and flopping down, Qiru dug her nose deep into Maro's sweaty, musky chest fluff and cuddled up close, using that big ram-puff as a makeshift stuffed animal to snuggle against as she drifted off to sleep. Maro, though, didn't find it -quite- so easy to bed down, in spite of his monumental nut making his girlfriend look like she was a few weeks out from giving birth. They'd been at this for nearly a month straight, practically every night leading to a spectacular fuck-session as the pair worked down their list of fertility solutions, crossing off each one. Tonight's was the second-to-last item before his options ran out.

His eyes blinkered open and glanced across the room to his dresser, a discarded bottle of tonic he'd gotten from a trusted source laid forgotten on its side - its label promising "MAXIMUM MALE BOOST" or some inane marketing shit like that - he'd forgotten by now. A grumble of frustration left his throat as he slumped down and over his cum-bloated squeeze, the sheer fatigue of forcing out that much jizz finally catching up to him, that murmur quickly replaced by snoring as the pair cuddled.

...

"..-op now! Keep on stretching, really push that leg up high!"

Qiru let out a low groan as she clutched her plump thigh with a white-knuckled grip, her flexibility severely hampered by the liquid mass rolling around in her womb, audibly sloshing as she tried to follow her yoga program as best she could.

"Hhhhnnh.. c'moooon! J-just.. a little.. got it! Wh.. whoa AHF !"

Towel-wrapped from his morning shower, Maro came in -just- in time to watch Qiru topple over from the added weight, barely able to see much more than a rounded, furred, wobbling stomach barely contained in a leotard past the couch between them.

"You okay over there?"

There was a noticeable huff and a pause. "Good work! Now let's move on to back stretches. Gotta stay limber, now!"

"..Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh. -Really- heavy, this time."

Maro took a few steps forward, leaning onto the couch's back as he observed Qiru slowly, awkwardly heft herself onto her butt.

"Y'got the plug in? Last time you did this we spent an hour mopping all of that, uh, -me-, up."

Qiru spread her thighs wide and gave her crotch a good pat, that taut, stretchy leotard making the base of her pussy-plug instantly visible through the fabric. She slowly worked herself up onto the couch and clicked the remote as the program's sound faded out.

"Good girl. I love looking at you like this - makes me wonder how big you'll get when we finally get you knocked up."

That suggestion made the panda's thighs clench together, her toes curling against her yoga mat as she gave her heavy, wobbling stomach a good pat.

"This time for sure! I mean, shit.. look _ at me. I'm all like.._ marinating _ in you, down there."_

Maro gave his duffel bag a quick look, unzipping one of the pockets and peering at that dubious, internet-purchased bottle for a moment, an expectant sigh oozing from his throat.

"Well, we'll see. I've got something else up my sleeve - lets try it out once you stop looking like a fuzzy meatball."

A soft giggle left Qiru's throat as she clicked the remote to resume her program, keys clinking in Maro's hand as he nabbed his keys and stepped out the door. She glanced over and watched as he pulled out from the driveway and set off down the road, another, more introspective sigh filling the air.

"..Hhhfh. I really oughta drop the act soon. Or at least the pills. This is starting to feel a little bit.. mean_."_

...

"Hrrrnnhgh.. fffhhhorty!"

The heavy clank of steel plates slamming around against a barbell muffled that struggling exhalation of victory as Maro struggled to catch his breath, his fluffy puff of chest-wool poking out from his workout shirt matted down with sweat as he groaned, working himself back up to a sitting position on that soaked bench. He huffed out deep and loud as he eventually caught his breath, muscles in his arms aching as he yanked up his bag's strap and headed off towards the gym's showers. On most other days, he would've been silently congratulating himself on conquering another uphill battle against the equipment, but right now his mind was solely focused on one thing and one thing only: that subtle clink-clink of glass-on-plastic that sounded out with every step he took closer to those steamy showers.

He'd read those instructions intently - "consume after exercise for maximum effect" - and, while he always appreciated the chance to work up a good sweat, he was beginning to have his doubts about how effective this "male enhancer" would be. Unfortunately, in his haste to gulp the cherry-scented liquid down as soon as he planted his rump on that cold metal bench, he neglected to re-read those directions and missed an ill-printed, bold-typed statement on the following page:

"** Do not consume product all at once."**

Following that ominous warning was a laundry list of potential side-effects, one of which the ram was about to become very well-acquainted with. The mouthful of thick red liquid spilled down his throat and coated his tongue with its medicine-like taste, prompting him to shake his head and mist the air with his potent-scented sweat in compulsory sensory revulsion. Already he could feel a warmth in his chest that wasn't there a few moments ago, but his exhaustion-addled mind attributed that to the exertion of his workout. He stripped and exchanged his sweaty clothes for a towel, his shorts audibly peeling off of his crotch as thick strings of perspiration-mixed pre clung to his foreskin and caused those heavy, wool-coated nuts to bounce and slosh when they came free.

He found that just.. a little odd. Sure, he was productive, and he always tended to get a little heated when he worked out, but he rarely leaked just from exercise. The ram brought a curious hand down to heft that flaccid, uncut package and examine those fluffed up nuts, fingers brushing through that copious crotch-wool to reach their targets. His cock felt a little.. plump, but it still hung floppy and flaccid like it always did - and those nuts felt warm. Warmer than they should be. He tried tugging one up into his hand but found it unusually weighty.

"..Eh? ..Weird. Must be leftovers from last night, right..?"

He pushed those fleeting concerns down, fishing his shampoo from his bag before stepping into an unoccupied shower stall - a groaning sigh of relief leaving his lips as that warm, steamy water coursed down through his fur and soothed his aching muscles. The sensory barrage of water and pulsating exhaustion in his arms as he lathered and washed, combined with his inward-focused thoughts, left Maro blind to what was happening between his legs.

It wasn't just his imagination before - those balls were bigger. His cock was fatter, heavier , and both were subtly swelling larger by the second - the former much moreso than the latter. Those hefty studnuts were already prodigious and very productive, earning him looks of envy every time he wore those clingy gym-shorts that grew nearly transparent after a good bout of exercise, but now? Now they were beginning to look a little.. out of place. By the time his washing had reached his crotch they'd nearly doubled in size, clenching up tight to his crotch with every unnoticed twitch and pulse of his prostate. His fingers slid over one and he nearly shivered, hips involuntarily jerking forward as that heavy ram dick wetly smacked down and shot a thick stream of prejizz onto the slick tile below.

That wasn't something Maro could ignore. He quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts and stopped the spewing showerhead, only to watch in a mixture of awe and concern as his cock continued to bathe the floor in clear goop. He tried to will it to stop, only for that sudden focus towards his crotch to intensify the flow. His hips jolted again, the weight of his pendulous, oversized nuts swinging to-and-fro causing him to bounce on his hooves from the sheer force of the motion. He placed a trembling hand on the shower-stall wall and tried to endure as more of that thick, goopy pre-nut slammed into the floor with such force he could swear he was pissing it out.

"Hhhoh.. fhh.. fuck.."

Mercifully, the flow seemed to stop on its own, his soft dick still twitching and throbbing as the last few dregs poured themselves over his fat balls. The drain below glugged and churned as it struggled to cope with that unnatural, unusual inch-deep lake occupying the floor - just as much as Maro struggled to find his footing as he walked bow-legged back to the bench and quickly re-dressed, not even bothering to towel off. Every step he took back to his car sent a fresh surge of clear fluid from his gooped-up foreskin into - and out of - his strained shorts. The ram was panting from the sheer exertion of his muscles clenching every other second, his unseen asshole winking shut and wringing his guts against his overworked prostate. A snail-trail of leaked-out pre marked his path through the gym, the parking lot - all the way to his car as he flopped into the driver's seat and tried to push the near-orgasmic sensations down long enough for his shaky hand to fit the key into the ignition.

He watched that cool, shiny metal press into the tight keyway, sliding in sooo deep..

"Hnngh! Hhfh, hhhfh,, ooh, sh.. shit.."

His hips jolted up again, shorts doing nothing to stop that sudden spray of stringy fluid across the steering wheel. His mind was utterly flooded with imagery from just that simple act - thoughts turning quickly to the times he'd fucked and bloated his girlfriend's guts out with cum. Instantly, his dick surged to life, the mere recollection of last night's encounter forcing his cock to bloat out and swell with need. Maro abandoned all sense of place and decency as he nearly tore his shorts apart to free that veined, sized-up python. His manhood was already big before but.. it was positively massive now - large enough to smack him across the chin when it bounded up from its mesh prison. Precum slopped across his face as his hands barely managed to clench around that monstrosity, spilling down over his meat, fingers digging into plumped-up flesh as he replayed that mental movie of him slamming Qiru full of cum over and over again.

Shlp, shwap, fwap..

One word replayed over and over in his head: breed. Breed, breed, breed. His supercharged libido urged him to pound his fists up and down over that hyper ram-dong, eyes half-lidding and mouth slipping into a broad oval as he groaned aimlessly, lost in those intense sensations. Those sagging, oversized nuts had tugged his pants down for him as they hung down past his seat, slowly forcing themselves further and further up as his orgasm rocketed closer. His nuts churned and roiled with bubbling seed as his testes pumped and pump and pumped out more champion swimmers, but the longer he thought about slamfucking his squeeze full of that ballpaste, the more he wanted to hold himself back. He slowly ceased those jerking, wringing tugs, fingers trembling as he released his cock, even as it jumped around and bounded against his cheeks and chest, smacking his hoodie with dark, damp spots that left trailing clear strings behind. Bouncing his leg to keep control made those swollen ramballs churn and slosh, but he steeled himself, as best he could, to hold back.

The drive back to their apartment was tense. He'd tucked his cock under his hoodie to keep it out of the way - and so he didn't get pulled over for indecent exposure - and every bump in the road sent his soft woolly coat rubbing up against it. Maro turned to chewing gum to keep his mind from that tightly-coiled spring just behind his crotch, and by the time he pulled up into their garage he'd gone through four sticks. When he opened the door, he found that it wasn't just his endowments enhanced, but his senses. That wash of air from inside brought with it a heady fog of pheromones - the source of which was immediately clear.

It wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence for Maro to catch Qiru rubbing one out - the bear's libido matched, and sometimes exceeded, his own. But this time? This time, the sight and scent he drank in of her, spread-legged in their loveseat furiously rubbing at her plump clit as she pumped that knotted plug up against her slit sent him into an absolute frenzy. His half-hard meat surged with renewed life as a sudden jet of pre sent that stuck-in straw flying across the room. She noticed a little too late that something was off - different, when he rushed up to her and forced those legs apart enough to be uncomfortable, grip digging into her thighs as her eyes went wide and her heart pulsed in uncertain, quivering curiosity.

"M-Maro! Uh, I w-wasn't expecting you back so soo-ohholyfuckwhathappenedtoyourdick?"

His reply came in the form of a hot snort of humid air that rolled across her fur and made her wince from the sheer warmth of it. She suddenly felt very, very small beneath him, and the rock-hard mammoth cock spearing up between her legs, throbbing against her swollen belly, grinding against her spread pussy made the following decisions incredibly easy. A trembling hand came down and gripped the slick base of that thick plug, a soft coo oozing from her throat when the ram's hand met it there. She slowly began to tug before Maro beat her to the punch and yanked, dislodging that hefty silicon chunk in one swift motion and tossing it across the room as Qiru's hips bounced and an unexpected clench of quivering bliss sent a jet of last night's seed rocketing out like a geyser - most of it soaking those swollen, fluff-coated balls.

The playful ram could've easily been mistaken for an apex predator in that moment, the sheer needy glare in his eyes, the scent of his potent musk hitting her like a good hit of bud. He didn't say a word, and she didn't need one - the ram wrenching his hips back as he gripped tight to her plump thighs, sawing every inch of that swollen dick down across her slit until the plush bump of foreskin and thick glans ridge wedged itself up against - and inside - those waiting lips. His brown, focused eyes shifted from boring into her gaze to watching intently as his cockhead disappeared inside of her - the amplified need making his eyelids flutter as he sunk six inches in within a second. Maro steadied himself on his hooves, widening his stance to let those fat balls swing unimpeded as he gripped tight on his prize and pulled her onto him, tugging half of her ass from the seat as more and more of him disappeared inside her trembling cunt.

Qiru was used to Maro being.. big, and especially bold when he wanted to fuck, but this was an entirely different experience for her. She mewled out with a needy little whimper as that oversized cock spread her out more than the plug ever did - more than he usually ever did, for that matter. Her walls were forced taut around every vein, every wrinkle of skin - every surging, spongy inch of fattened-up dick he fed into her belly. Flecks of white - weaker nut than last time - oozed out where their bodies met, forced to make room for the sheer heft of what he was swinging around now. She let out a deep, throaty gasp when she felt that dredging cockhead slam up into her cervix and simply.. shove through, a fresh torrent of last night's nut surging back out onto the carpet as he barreled his way into her guts. Her stomach slowly began to deflate, which only made it all the more easy to see the dent his cock was making in her fur. Every little pulse and twitch was visible through her stomach, and she watched in awe as he kept pushing.

The ram's exploration came to an abrupt end as he felt the very edge of her womb press tight against his crown - and he still had eight inches of dick left to go. Maro swung his hips from side to side, churning up Qiru's white-hot furnace as she let out quiet little squeaks, her hands drawn to rub and press against that cockbulge in her belly. Slowly, almost excruciatingly-so, he drew himself back, that thick ridge scooping out more and more of his seed to make room for more.. capable swimmers. He angled his hips as he slammed home again, the panda letting out an elongated grunt-groan as her whole body shook and wobbled, the chair squeaking beneath him as it was rocked an inch across the floor. Her feet quivered in the air, toes clenching and curling as she shifted her hands from belly to arms, holding onto Maro for dear life as he ceased merely testing her and moved on to pure, raw fucking. Breeding.

He bottomed out inside and forced his hooves into the wood below, digging in deep to force another inch inside. Now only seven remained. The force caused those nuts to swing and smack across her propped-up ass, her tail thwapping back against them in response as her fur grew damp where they slammed into her - soaked down from all that leaked-out goop. Maro grit his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, mustering all of his willpower into the act as he drew out and slammed in again, scraping at her walls and forcing them to clench and ripple in a loose, uneven rhythm against him. Another inch of purchase gained - her cervix trembling against a vein whose throbbing forced it to yield. Her stomach bulged out more and more, beginning to show definition rather than simply a vague shape.

"Ghhgfhh, fh-fuck. Maroooohhh.. I, unhh.. I dunno what's gotten inNFH! ..into you, but, I llhhhhfuckfuckfhhhh - love it.."

Those trembling cries of bliss came with another rolling, rippling wave of muscular contractions that forced him to bite his lip to keep from popping early, his low-hanging nuts hanging considerably less low as they steadily throbbed against Qiru's fat backside, slowly rising up and scrunching that fluffy sack above and below. He shoved his weight against his hooves again, pushing and forcing more and more inside. The chair below creaked as the floor beneath squeaked, the feet pushed back a few more inches as the ram pushed in a few more inches. That torrent of fucked-in pre was beginning to stuff Qiru's womb full, stretching it out and giving him more room to fuck into. Three more inches of ground gained in this pivotal war - those cockthrobs making her stomach wobble like a water balloon. His flaring cockhead worked itself back, smashing her g-spot and bladder flat as her pisshole trembled and leaked right onto him, that golden spritz quickly lost in the wash of lube-like prenut that followed.

Maro was panting like an overworked hound in the hot sun now, every muscle he could clench clenched just to keep some measure of control. His eyes fluttered open, glaring at the visible line of glistening fluid on his dick that marked how deep he'd gotten. So close to bottoming out, he wasn't about to give up now. His arms slowly began to give out, already fatigued from the exercise earlier. Qiru attempted to catch him as he collapsed on top of her, but succeeded only in stabilizing his fall as their stomachs pressed together, forcing a surge of pre to splash out like a burst pipe from her stuffed hole. Qiru's legs flailed behind him for a moment, struggling to find his hips before gaining ground and wrapping barely against him, urging him forward to finish what he'd started. He bit down on her neck fluff and angled his hips just as he slammed himself home, the force of it making both of them quake and quiver as he groaned his bliss into a mouthful of panda fur. The sudden, deep-drilling made Qiru's bladder give way, drenching his crotchfluff in piss as she trembled against him, inside and out. Her hips bucked, grinding her lips against the base of his dick as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. She mirrored his bite to muffle her own scream of bliss, those heavy ramballs below finally ending their journey up as a familiar sensation of liquid weight rushed through the ram's foggy mind.

Qiru, though, was utterly unprepared for that sudden force. Her eyes went wide as her puss was forced to stretch -further- to accommodate that thick load, feeling it pop past every little ridge and valley of her tunnel as it made its journey to her womb abundantly clear. Pressed up sooo tight against her insides, it felt like a punch to the gut when it finally worked past the clench of her cervix and hit her walls like a jet. She felt every drop of it coat her walls, force itself up into her deepest recesses, soak the very core of her being as wave after insistent wave added to the swell in her belly. Distantly too, she could feel something else: subtly, the overactive hormones within that initial charge hit her ovaries like a battering ram, instantly knocking a handful of well-guarded eggs loose. Maro quickly found himself being pushed up from his tight proximity to her body as his nuts pumped like a hydrant, dragging themselves across her asshole as thick webs of pre-nut kept them stuck together. Eventually it had nowhere else to expand to, her innards so utterly packed with dense, paste-like ballbatter that it had to come out, even past the tight seal he'd made of her womb.

Drool oozed from Maro's mouth as he rode that hefty wave of pleasure, his brain soothed with the thought that he'd knocked her up this time, for sure. Qiru, if she could think right now, would certainly agree. Even as that ball-glue poured down from her puss in thick streaks over his balls, matting down her tail, the dense jizm slammed into her from those few - though very impressive - strokes was already going to work. Tens of billions of the ram's prodigious little swimmers were already swarming her eggs, that birth control rendered utterly useless as the sheer heft of his load delivered those marching solders right to the gates of an undefended city. Dimly, Qiru might even be able to feel those fucked-loose eggs being overwhelmed and invaded, every successful fertilization sending a little jolt right to her overstimulated brain.

The sheer scale of his orgasm wouldn't be apparent until Maro managed to wrench himself up from his fuzzy fuckpillow and take stock of what he'd done. The last time he stuffed her full of sperm, she looked four - maybe five - months pregnant. Now? Nine months - with triplets. He'd left a noticeable sweat stain on her stretched-out shirt from where he caught his breath, his dick still pulsing and beating against her insides as cum kept pumping into her from those endless jizzbarrels forcefully spreading his thighs. He watched her tremble and squirm, each little jolt of ram-dick inside of her tugging out the length of an orgasm that felt like it'd never end - a sentiment he shared. With conviction and more effort than he was willing to admit, Maro slowly started to work himself back, finding that simply working his hips wouldn't free that stuck cockmeat.

Hoofbeats sounded out on the wood as he began to walk his cock out of her, her legs kept up and angled to ensure nothing but the absolute excess would spill out from her seeded panda snatch. As soon as that noisy schllrpPOP of his dickhead finally coming free filled the air, he set her down and clamped both hands on his throbbing, bouncing cockmeat and started yanking on his flesh, rolling that cum-basted foreskin over his glans and pumping out every heavy shot of leftover cum across Qiru's prostrated body. Five spurts, ten, a dozen, three dozen - they just, kept, coming. By the time he finally stopped he'd lost count, the flow reduced to a honey-like drizzle of pasty white goop from his yawning cockhole. Qiru was barely recognizable beneath it all, the panda's dark coffee-and-creamer fur blasted so white she could pass as a polar bear. Her belly groaned and wobbled as she slowly picked herself up, blinking past a faceful of nutglue that almost stuck her to the chair.

Her mouth opened up to speak, but her words were muffled by a thick cum-bubble that caught her speech until she managed to lick it away with her tongue. It tasted heady and pungent, like some kind of well-aged cheese that with heavy nutty tones - literal nuts, not the gallon of spunk she was swimming in - with a subtle undercurrent of cherry that made her mouth water. Qiru slowly blinked, peering at the panting, soaked ram with glassy eyes. Her gaze drifted down to watch as that dick, half-deflated and staying that way, pulsed more gooey nut into the puddle staining the floor below. It then drifted further south, trying to peer at the gaping crater he'd left between her legs, but couldn't see much past the belly he'd left her with. Involuntarily she clenched, trying to push a little bit of it out but finding it almost stuck within her - only the faintest drizzle managing to work itself free while the rest gunked up and glued itself to her walls, sealing the lion's share deep inside.

After a few moments of exhaustion-laden conversation and two-way apologies, the pair had managed to stumble their way to the bathroom without leaving a tremendous trail behind them. That bloated bear-belly sloshed like an overfilled waterbed as she inched her way down into the spacious bathtub, her front still caked in cum save the obvious hand-sized wipe down her face to clear her vision - and keep the constant taste and smell of that enhanced jizm from making her dizzy.

"Hhhfh, well, I guess we both went a little, uh, too far, huh? You really aren't mad about the birth control thing?"

Maro let out a dry-throated half-laugh, suddenly realizing how much water he desperately needed.

"Not if -you- aren't mad about the whole.. "medicine ball" situation."

It was Qiru's turn to laugh now, her throat croaking in equal measure.

"I'm gonna try to, uh.. -push- some of this out. ..Think whatever you pumped into my womb's mostly gonna stay there, though.. Feels, like.. jelly, almost."

She poked at her belly in demonstration; lower, it wobbled fairly freely, but as she poked higher it grew more still and firm, barely yielding to her insistent finger. With some help from Maro, she hefted herself up onto her knees and sat, pressing on her cum-coated tummy while pushing with all she had to force some of it out.

"You mind getting me a drink while I'm, uh.. giving birth to your cum?"

Maro began to reply but found another growing insistence that stole his attention away. Traditionally, the ram needed a good, pipe-cleaning piss after busting one out. But that stiffened-up ballglue still stuck in his cumvein apparently needed something more intense, and the "medicine" he'd chugged down earlier was more than willing to facilitate it. He'd wondered why he felt so dehydrated - he figured it was from that copious pre-jizz he'd practically peed out before, but now he was more than sure. His hips bucked in the air as he let out a groan, cock bulging at the base as he grit his teeth and grunted like a rutting stallion.

"Nnhhghhh, sure. O-Open up."

Qiru glanced up from her work to watch that cumvein yawn open as a piece of thickened-up glue smacked her across the cheek followed swiftly by a forceful stream of golden urine. She was readying her protests when she caught a taste of it and found it.. well, intriguing. It wasn't a secret between them that she liked getting pissed on and in as much as he enjoyed doing it, but something about this release was very different from his usual. It was hot, almost like freshly brewed tea and more than strong enough to match. That gold ichor tasted practically spicy as it soaked her tongue and dribbled into her throat, noticeably salty yet enticingly savory, like a well-seasoned cut of beef. Like that altered cum she found it irresistible and shifted her stance to catch every offered drop of it in her waiting mouth.

Maro sprayed her like a firehouse, drenching her in more piss now than he'd ever sprayed onto her before and judging by the expression on her face as she loudly gulped each mouthful down, she was_loving_ it. Sure, it wasn't a magic wand being mashed into her clit, but this tickled her right in those dirty little kinks she loved indulging with him. She could feel the lake in her stomach filling up as she sucked cheekful after cheekful of hot, salty rampiss down - whatever she couldn't swallow cascading down her fur and taking creamy chunks of nut along with it. Truly, the term "golden shower" was never more applicable than now; in the span of barely a minute he'd manage to slake her thirst and carve most of that dried ballglue off too! But he wasn't done - like before, that dubious internet drink greatly enhanced his production, and that extended to his bladder just as well as his nuts. It was some distant question why or how it wasn't as distended as his balls, but he was one he couldn't even muster up the brainpower to ask right now. That hose-like stream of rampiss felt like a near-constant cumshot, each fresh, inaudible glug as his cock was stuffed with more from a tank

that wouldn't quit causing his nuts to clench up just as if he was squirting more of that stringy ballbatter over her.

While she'd managed to work out only a tiny fraction of that pumped-in liquid weight, any progress was quickly erased by the sheer amount Qiru gulped down, hands reaching up to caress and stroke through her fur and squeeze those plump tits as that golden wash sluiced down between her cleavage and over that bred, drooling hole. Fortunately for the both of them, the tub's plug was open - else she'd be literally bathing in the three or four gallons he'd given - and was still giving - her. He stepped forward on trembling hooves until he managed to sandwich his pissing cockhead right between those open lips, which Qiru eagerly took as an invitation to drink from the tap. Eagerly she slid her lips forward and tugged the entirety of that thick crown into her mouth, tongue pressing flat against the underside to force that stream into a harder jet - she wanted to really make sure she caught all of it.

And, so did Maro. So much so that when she started to bob and roll her head across the first four inches of his shaft, he took it as an invitation to press on further. Much further. He gripped either side of her head and harshly yanked, thumbs digging in against her saucer-like ears as he fucked a foot of dickmeat into her throat in the blink of an eye. That sudden, not entirely unwelcome deepthroating caused her swallowing rhythm to falter and send a mouthful-and-a-half right out of her nose, eyes watering as she struggled to blink away tears of bodily discomfort. Aside from clearing the way into her throat, that piss-filled dragonsbreath forced her to smell it, constantly, even when the sheer reality of him dumping liter after liter of amber piss directly into her stomach prevented her from tasting it. Her jaw flexed as his cock-throbs and stuffed pissvein forced it to widen, the ram feeding more and more into her quickly-clogged gullet as her neck bulged out and her lungs started running on reserve.

Once he managed to bottom out inside her he didn't quite feel the need to keep holding her there - the sheer meat of his immense cock was enough for that task. This freed his grip up to take hold of something much more firm and stable and hold on for dear life. His eyes rolled as he kept emptying himself into her guts - somehow, this felt far more intense that blasting her belly full of sperm. Qiru could feel that overly warm golden piss filling up her guts and snaking its way into places she shouldn't be feeling. Within short order that forceful stream had managed to stuff her stomach full and, seeking new passage, it steamed into her guts and burrowed deeper and deeper - every inch of her innards feeling hot enough to let her know where that flow was traveling.

The panda's eyelids began to flutter as she gripped his thigh-wool hard enough to nearly rip it free, her lungs beginning to burn as she let out muffled protests that fell on very deaf ears. Above, Maro was drooling and glassy-eyed, the sheer sensation of such immense relief drowning out his senses as the bear's eyes jumped as wide as a startled doe's. A new pressure took her attention away from her clogged throat as she felt that amber surge reach her bowels, her colon quickly filling up before her clenched backside was forced to yield to his stream, spraying the tub behind her in that pure, steaming, hot gold. For Qiru, that was enough and.. while she definitely wasn't more turned on than she'd ever been, she was also more out of air than she'd ever been - and that took precedent. With one great shove she wrenched herself back and forced that veined pipesnake out from her gullet in an arcing spray of piss that coated the surrounding tile walls in yet another mess they'd need to clean up before they lost their security deposit. Breath reeking of piss and still leaking from behind, Qiru hacked and coughed her way back from near-unconsciousness, drinking in heady-scented breaths of air as she slumped back against the wall behind her.

Maro had little recourse but to grip himself tightly and let his spewing python drain out completely, aiming it square on her rounded stomach until that raunchy stream finally began to abate. When he finally managed to regain some control he took that bracing hand away from the wall and almost immediately realized how shaky his footing was. He quickly stumbled and faltered, landing himself flat on his bare, woolly ass in the tub right next to her, arm smacking the faucet handle as he went and turning the shower on in the process. Warm water cascaded down onto both of them as Qiru used it to gargle the rest of Maro's pee from her mouth, glaring at him with one eye. She spat out that faint-yellow drink and huffed, rolling her eyes and placing her hand squarely on his arm.

"Dick. I would've appreciated a little warning, y'know. ..Can't say I didn't love it, though."

He weakly laughed, trying to push himself to his feet but practically yelping when his hoof slid out from under him and sent him right back to where he was.

"Hhah.. Ah, uh, so - what now?"

"..How long is that stuff supposed to last?"

"Uh, I think the label said 48 hours."

Qiru's expression shifted from mock anger to predatory lust.

"Mh. How about a nap and a snack before we see how much bigger you can make me?"

...

"Ohh, hhfh.. I'm coming! ..I'm coming, just, wait a second, shit."

Qiru let out an exhausted grunt as she hefted herself out of bed, head still full of afterimages of her dreams. She smacked her dry lips together and brushed the sleep from her eyes, shakily getting to her feet as her joints creaked and popped. She slowly shuffled her way from bedroom to kitchen, roused by the smells of a freshly-cooked breakfast and her boyfriend's insistence that she get up and enjoy it. Eyes still basically shut, she flopped down onto a chair as it creaked under her weight, the sudden clink of a plate being placed in front of her drawing her back into the moment.

"Sleep good?"

She hefted up a fork and began picking at the fried eggs in front of her. Maro grinned as he watched her start to eat, the bear merely returning his expression with an exhausted smile as she glanced down at her swollen stomach, a hand drifting across her fur.

"Yeah, I did. -They- didn't, though."