Coffee and Cream

The air in the city smelled of spring and flowers like any year during the blooming of the trees and fields that surrounded the entire urban area, carrying a pleasant and soothing smell all day long for anyone who walked outside. It was a period of relax and peace for just about everyone, even factory workers were given lots of benefits as the flowers and the warmth of the sun gave the managers that little positive boost to make life easier for everyone. However, at the same time that the land itself woke up from the slumber, so did the bodies of all that were groggily living through winter, which meant that everyone in the city was close to their first heat of the year, the strongest and messiest. That was the other reason why people got more time off and more benefits as the entire city, from highest CEO to street sweeper were thrown in a chaos that reeked of flowers, cum, fem juices and milk. None complained, not when everyone and everything smelled so good.

Ivy, a researcher and alchemist, was not spared the joys of being surrounded by the heat of the entirety of ten million souls or so around her, however albeit the scent was overpowering almost everything outside her lab, it was hardly anything she didn't experience on a daily basis. The titanic lamia was, as her lover Quil as well as all her friends put it, the spitting image of sexual perfection: big, warm, messy and incredibly well-endowed even for someone with her immense body. From the tip of her nose down to the tip of her tail, Ivy was over 24 feet long, meaning that the lab was stacked with rows of materials all the way up to the ceiling and she could casually stretch herself and get to them with ease. Or rather, she could have gotten to them with ease had she not sported a massive triple rack strapped on her chest, one that jiggled, wobbled, swayed and leaked milk almost constantly. Sure, she could put on a bra and contain the girls to some degree, but few made bras that massive and she had the horribly pleasurable habit of turning them into milk-stained scraps of cloth within a week of wearing them.

And, even if she did somehow manage to get something that could theoretically last long enough to be worth the hassle of wearing it, the nature of the lamia's work was such that she also had to deal with a pair of insistent, naughty cocks that were just as oversized as the rest of her. As the best alchemist in town, all the horny, naughty little perverts flocked to her and begged for potions and enhancements, which meant that she was always surrounded by deep lust, the smell of arousal and sex. Her own immensely needy body was only an advertisement for her products: her cocks never flagged or softened unless she wanted them to, her testes always full, her breasts always leaking thin streams of milk, her body always ready for another round and then ten more. The lab itself reeked of sex, cum, sweat, sweet milk and need, partly due to the smell of the potions, made to enhance desire, and partly because the lamia simply enjoyed her job and would not hesitate to relieve her tension all over the lab and equipment, no matter when or where or who she was with. Deep stains of cum matted the walls, the floor clean but carrying that lovely smell of cum and milk. It didn't help she was always hard while working and even while wearing condoms the size of beanbags, the leak was still more than enough to make a mess.

"Seriously, I can't get anything to work today." Ivy sighed with deep disappointment in the chemicals she had been given as the tenth potion she was attempting to brew failed to react and settle properly, the green liquid staying stubbornly still and green. "Ugh I might just give up for today." She was about to dump the contents of the vial when the green liquid suddenly started foaming and bubbling. "Oh? Now you want to work? Pesky little bastard." The lamia rolled her eyes and looked at the vial up close: she watched it react and slowly settle into a bright silver colour with specks of green here and there, rich and just the right shade. She was about to smile and congratulate with herself when the glass whined for half a second, vibrating loudly and then. She was ready for an explosion but just as suddenly as it had started, the vial calmed down and the liquid appeared to be finally ready. "Ah, that is just lovely."

Ivy licked her lips, her cocks standing ever ready, aching and throbbing, precum bubbling from the tips endlessly. The condoms strapped to each were starting to get heavy enough to pull the fat slabs of snakeflesh down, all five feet of them. Both condoms were actually fresh, a much needed contraption she had to wear for that last few steps of the potion. Much like any other day, the lamia had simply strutted around naked in the lab, streaks of cum and pre marking nearly the entire place: puddles of cum peppered the floor, some inches deep where the snake had aimed her cocks for longer, some just thin, beakers of all sizes full of still warm spunk covered entire counters, rivers flowing out of the fuller ones after she had taken a break and decided to aim her monsters at them to catch at least some of her copious production. Milk pails after she hooked herself up to a milker stacked all the way to the ceiling in a corner, a couple days' worth of milkings to be sold to a bakery for their prized sweets. All in all there was hardly anything not covered in cum or milk around her, the lab a cummy mess reeking of sex even worse than normal. Not that she ever cleaned anything beside the equipment she needed: the fact that anyone who came in might just bust a load after smelling thousands of her own just seeping so thoroughly in the air was something that most often added to the chaos and the layers. She liked seeing customers cum while sitting down after being in the lab for two minutes. It normally ended up with her blowing a load all over the place after they left from the excitement and pride of it all. It was a most delicious vicious cycle she had no intention to stop.

"Now for a test." As all the other potions, she needed to test the effects on herself first, no one but her was strong or resilient enough to try on the wild results that her stuff could have on someone if undiluted. Her potions being mostly of sexual nature also made it far easier to try them willingly before the customers and enjoy the effects. "Cheers." She lifted the vial up and then downed it all at once, the liquid flowing inside her throat like fizzy cola, tasting of sweet strawberry milk laced with hints of cinnamon. "Tasty enough to jack up prices a little." The aftertaste was almost candy-like. "Effect should kick in sssssssoooooonnnnn..." Ivy had no legs to wobble on but still she felt as if she had them, everything spinning fast around her as she rested her arms on the counter and shivered with a heat wave of immense proportions. "Ooooooooooooohhh yesssss!!!" The cold surface of the counter against all three racks of her tits, milk flowing hard enough to wash the counter as she arched her back, the streams from her top row hosing down the counter opposite her, beakers full of cum knocked off their stands and crashing onto the floor only to be washed towards the drains around the corner and disposed of immediately. Her cocks were throbbing so hard they felt like person-sized jackhammers, the condoms barely making them sway so stiff they had become and those condoms were already tripling in size, no... quintupling. Normally the bases of her shafts were around 30 inches in circumference, fat and sizeable, almost the size of the average person's thighs, but now they felt almost double that, massive tree trunks jutting to her slit and heavy like lead. "Cumm..."

She lost her voice as she flopped onto the ground, her body simply shutting down as she came without even touching herself right then and there, at the mercy of her cocks and tits and the endless reserves within her. Ivy opened her mouth and caught a flood of cum and milk, swallowing it and opening it up for another mouthful, again and again, the thick, syrupy spunk laden with that same cinnamon hint as the potion itself, her milk like strawberry. The lamia felt the condoms bloat to her sides, each carrying hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of immensely virile nut batter, the silicon stretched so immensely that the cabinets had to resist against that onslaught. The equipment on top wasn't as lucky or strong and was quickly shattered and turned into scrap metal and plastic long before the condoms finally gave in with a massive bang. If Ivy had been screaming her lungs out as she wanted, she'd have been suppressed by the loud bang and the louder, messier, lewder splat of cum all over the entire lab. Already coated in more cum than a regular person, no, a team of football athletes could pump out in an entire lifetime and then some, the cum laden room became completely white, nothing was spared: not the ceiling, not the floor, not the wall, not the windows that now blocked almost all sunlight, not the doors and most certainly not the lamia at the centre of it all. Ivy was lost under a flood of cum the likes even she had trouble causing normally, her cocks swollen to six feet each from the strain of pumping out so much thick cum it almost felt painful and unreal, her body entire devoted to cumming and cumming and spilling tens of dozens of gallons of fresh milk that only thickened the cummy paste around her.

Hours might have passed, or maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe it was something in between but by the time Ivy managed to get up, the hinges of the double doors that led to her lab had been torn off the hinges, the suffering doors laying on the ground several dozen feet away, pushed out by what must have been one hell of a wave. The windows had endured because of those doors, but they too were cracked, spiderwebs of damages going from the very bottom all the way to the top, cum sticking to the glass. Hundreds of gallons dripped from the ceiling in fat musky globs that weighted almost as much as basketballs, more slipping onto the walls. Ivy moaned, her coils sloshing in that sea of roiling cum, the warm, sticky, musky fluid keeping her so very warm and so very horny with its scent and texture, her cocks far less bloated but just as hard and dripping like before. She licked her lips and scraped wads of spunk and swallowed them, her mouth exploding with the taste of cinnamon and strawberry, the mix of milk and seed almost like a smoothie or ice cream but oh so amazingly warm and musky. She opened her mouth and latched onto her nipples, draining a little more the absurd PP swells bolted across her chest, so heavy, heavier than medicine balls of the same size. Most would have given up trying to measure that sort of breast size but Ivy liked to measure stuff, herself included, it also helped monitor growth and size changes due to the potions. Which is why she knew her highest orgasm without enhancement could shoot upwards of twenty thousand gallons of spunk and even more in milk, breaching thirty thousand. One could say years of chugging potions had irredeemably altered her body to the point that even without drinking anything else she could easily outclass anyone alive. Ivy was very much proud of that. This potion might just make her shatter any record she had set in years.

"Oooooh gods above..." She laid there, in a lake of her own making, tits still spilling enough milk to feed a small village by herself, her cocks inches away from her face still leaking the last remains of her orgasm onto her face and tits. Ivy refused to move for several more minutes, enjoying the afterglow of such a high peak, simply basking in it as her body kept on leaking without end. After five minutes she pushed herself off the floor, her tits swaying, spraying the ruined, cracked counter with milk, her cocks flopping heavily on it as the lamia grabbed a waterproof pen and marked the shattered vial with a nice 'juice that makes you cum super hard'. "Nice." She giggled and put the pen down, slithering over an Olympic pool's worth of breeding batter thick enough to be used to garnish pancakes. She stretched, hoping to shake off the feeling of pleasure now that she had to clean up the place, arching her back, pulling her arms taut behind her back. But instead of feeling rejuvenated, of feeling fresh like she always did before an orgasm, she felt that same heat rise again from her core, spreading out like a wave, hitting everything from the tips of her fingers to her nipples and the fat cocktips in a second. "Oooohhh..." Before she could even do anything much less understand what was going on, Ivy felt her cocks bloat and swell, a pair of fat bulges rising from the thigh-sized bases all the way to the swaying tips and fired twin streams of immensely thick cum with little to no warning. "Oooohh Ffffuck!" Ivy mewled and fell on the ground again, washed with the same warmth as minutes before, much less strong, much less destructive but just as pleasurable.

Another hands-free orgasm rocked her frame out of the blue, streams of spunk firing all over the place with a mere stretch for a cause, her coils slamming against the cabinets and smashing what was left, her hands moving to stroke, to caress, to pinch and pull at her nipples while the utterly gushed milk by the tens of gallons. It took her a minute of thrashing around, of moaning, writhing and cumming madly for her mind to understand that she'd never stop cumming as long as the potion was in effect, maybe she'd cum a little less but from that point for several hours to several days she'd be orgasm every single second of the day, only cumming harder if pushed far enough. Ivy mewled and her orgasm rekindled in strength, proving that hypothesis on the spot as unknown reserves of raw breeding batter blossomed inside her testes and rushed out. The lab once again was a battlefield of white splashes, of moans, cries of pleasure fighting with the splatters of cum on the walls and the windows and the sad excuses of what was left of her expensive equipment from the first orgasm, no... from the start of her endless orgasm. The lamia simply gave in and let herself cum her brains out, wrapping her cocks inside her triple rack, stroking them, using the thousands of gallons of cum and milk as abundant lube, her mouth wrapped around one only to move onto the other. Over and over and over again she came, the floor washed with ever growing layers of cum until the shapes of the cabinets, the counters even began to disappear under a mass of spunk so great and thick that it simply couldn't be washed by new spurts or streams of strawberry milk. They simply added to the piles and lakes and kept on going, rising higher, the tide flowing out of the lab into the corridor and down the stairs, flooding the rest of the building in a lewd waterfall of breeding batter. The air had turned so heavy with musk, with the stench of sex that oxygen became rare and precious, well, until a strong spurt finally cracked a window and let out fresh air from the outside. Unfortunately, along with the air came the scent of millions of people in a desperate heat and the lamia felt her pleasure rise yet again, sending her into another orgasm-coma within ten minutes of the first, her cocks endlessly spurting, her tits gushing, her mind defeated.

She woke up half an hour later, finally used to the stench of sex and heat, her orgasm returned to a healthy dribble that most people would call a massive load. She giggled in a sex-haze, struggling to hold the pen in hand as she simply kept on orgasming without end, renaming the potion from a 'juice that makes you cum super hard' into a 'potion of endless orgasms'. She added a "dangerous' mark after another hundred gallons rocketed out of her cocks with no reason other than the strain of her lifting her arms to grab said pen. Ivy took a few breaths, stabilizing herself as she slowly got used to the feeling of cumming every moment, her cocks slowly spurting spunk here and there while her six breasts ached with a wonderful sensation of fullness that blossomed in six points of pleasure, embers smouldering and ready to flare up any second. She couldn't do anything without cumming or spilling milk, merely breathing and standing still as a rock made her cum the least, but even doing so little as sliding forwards or bending down meant she'd fire gallons of cream and cum all over the place. At least she could hold back her moans.

"I know a place where these... gifts will be most welcome." Ivy prepared another vial, diluted down to a hundredth of the potency. "And I'm sure that Shayla will know how to best put them in use." The immense lamia smiled at the thought of that cutie and, as she'd expected, her body fired up and shivered, showering the ceiling in another healthy dose of spunk. "Gods above this is probably the best potion I have ever made... endless orgasms with endless reserves... mmmmmhhh." Ivy licked her lips with hunger as she slithered her way out of her lab, moving towards the other end of the corridor where she generally met customers and changed from her street clothes to her 'work' uniform.

Thanks to the stairwell to the right, the other half of the corridor was pristine, or rather, it hadn't been touched by the latest's potion handywork, but it still bore the marks of the lamia's style: fat stains of cum all over the walls, big condoms thrown all over the place, toys, lube, plugs and such items stashed in open boxes along with crates of potions ready to be sold. As she slithered, she left behind a trail of cum of immense proportions, the mere act of moving causing the leakage from her titanic cocks to spike from just a dribble of a gallon every few seconds to several tens of gallons per shot that plastered the walls. Magically enchanted dildos, sealed casks of potions, stacks of smut magazines all got their fresh coat of cum and milk. Ivy moaned, knowing some customers would pay anything for toys that she had not only enhanced but also thoroughly marked and used. The lamia stroked herself casually, forcing herself to cum even more while she entered her office and searched for her clothes among the chaos of the more boring side of her job. Within seconds the wide room was turned into a steamy, musky hellscape, with rows of mostly well-organized papers turned into mush by her pleasure, the desk she used suddenly washed clean of any appliances by thick jets of milk.

It only got worse as she put on her clothes: the new bras she got to go around were instantly soaked to the bone with milk, all six cups sticking to her scales like glue as strawberry cream spilled out of the lamia's steel hard nipples, the pitpat of thicker drops on the floor a pleasant melody. Ivy only worried they'd just snap out of the blue while she was out. Her 'pants' on the other hand, they made her turn the office from cummy hellscape to the land equivalent of a storm: jets of spunk rocketed out of her cocks without end, almost forcing her to fall and moan wildly once the cloth binding her shafts to her chest were on. Normally the five foot cocks would retreat inside her slit, oozing pre slowly, but sometimes she just couldn't get soft no matter what and so she had developed a contraption that sandwiched her sizeable maleness between her tits, keeping everything that caused chaos all in one place, minimizing the space taken. However, that contraption was not made for an occasion such as this one and now her chin was hosed with cum, some jets flying near her head, aimed at her back. Anyone walking in front of her would be soaked with milk, everyone back with cum. No one was safe. Ivy grinned and traced the fat outlines of her cocks from slit to the now bubbling brook between her tits, her mouth open to catch the jets of spunk as they rocketed out of her cum pipes.

"Free drinks on demand." The lamia licked her lips, once again diving for a taste of her spunk, strands thick as fingers connecting her lips to the pool of cum at the top of her tits. "No chance not to make a mess." A spike in production splattered on the window behind her. "No chance not to be noticed." Another spike, her dress strained to contain her expanding cocks as she hosed the ceiling. "No way to wash myself or get rid of the smell." A deep breath, yet another spike, a few dozen gallons of milk cleaned the inside of the door as she got out and headed down the stairs. "Guess I can get out now."

The lamia slowly made her way down, ramp after ramp, floor after floor, passing through the wake of her orgasm as if she had nothing to do with it and yet, in the air, one could only smell thick snake batter, the walls coated with her scent, the stairs slippery with cum, small rivers still flowing down from the lab as the thick loads slowly cooled. Of course that didn't mean she couldn't add even more layers to the mess, every step marking a splatter of spunk on the walls around her or a sixtuple jet of creamy milk. Ivy met a couple of the other inhabitants of the building, two rather big centaurs that had settled ten floors beneath hers a year prior. She had sold them several gender change potions of all types and, after downing tens of doses, both had turned into herms, permanently so. One would think Ivy might have been saddened by losing customers that way, but once the two centaurs had come to her once more to ask for pregnancy enhancements since both could now knock up the other... well... she was more than glad to sell them those potions too. As she descended and waived them hello, the two were busy rutting in front of their apartment, both immensely pregnant, bellies smushed together, fat teats gushing milk, deepthroating each other's massive horsecock with wild abandon.

She would have chatted but seeing as they merely continued to suck the other off, Ivy decided to move on, letting a couple other tenants cross her coils to get to their own apartments. As she looked upon the rutting centaurs, her cocks twitched, her orgasm growing in strength at the lewd, musky sight, the stench of cum and pregnancy and heat fuelling her from up close. She hissed and tensed up, ropes of cum as thick as fingers fired into the air and landed onto the pregnant centaurs, rope after rope after rope, slowly making their fur damp with her spunk, fuelling their lust even further. The two neighed and came down each other's throat, fat horsecocks swelling madly, balls tensing up and heaving as gallon after gallon added more girth to their already massive pregnancies, each taur kicking and moaning, slowly pushed apart by ever growing bellies. Ivy bit smiled and resumed her descent, her orgasm not dwindling in strength for several floors as the more she descended the more people crowded the corridors as they fucked and moaned.

Few stopped to watch as the spurting lamia went down, all so very busy getting rid of their heats in heaps of swollen bellies, of hard cocks, leaking pussies and utterly lost in that lovely smell of pregnancies. The stench of cum wafting from the titanic snake didn't help at all, her arrival announced several floors early, the cum-waterfall and the musk swallowing everyone's scents in a warm coat or rut. Once the lamia passed through and so did the fresh, endless streams of her spunk splattered over people, over mounds of people, over naked bodies and swollen bellies, the feverish breeding intensified tenfold. Ivy was sure that a few dozens of the little brats that would cause chaos in the next years in the building were going to be her fault, because their parents got too horny or because she had casually hosed them down while going down the stairs. She was stopped at the third floor by a couple panting, and huffing heavily, two golden retrievers, male and female staring up at her with a burning need. The female reached for the lamia and kissed the bulge of her cocks through the soaked cloth, her fur already heavy with snake cum, her pussy lips swollen and dripping onto her paws, her mate standing behind her, his red rocket painfully hard, the knot awfully stuck in his sheath. The golden female licked Ivy's bulges and the heavy swells of her tits, hands roaming across that expanse, gathering wads and wads of sticky cum she smeared on her own breasts, down her belly, fingers darting in and out of her muff, going in coated with snake cum and coming out slick with only honey. It was as if that canine muff was a sponge, ready to soak in all of the spunk crammed into it, needy beyond reason.

Ivy hissed, teased and worshipped with such passion her orgasm exploded like a small nuclear bomb in her clothes: her cocks tore through soaked cotton with obscene ease, freeing both themselves and the trio of racks alike, having barely lasted fifteen flights of stairs. Flailing wildly the lamia's shafts proceeded to do what they did best and a blast of white painted half the staircase around the three of them in cum, bridges connecting walls, globs dense and heavy enough to stick to walls splattering in the cum lake. The female retriever came hard, howling as her mate scraped cum off himself, the walls and her to lube his cock, freeing his knot at last and jamming it inside her muff. Ivy moaned, half hoping that all of her cum would eclipse the bloke's own, that she'd not even need to cum inside that moaning, panting female to knock her up, half hoping she'd not have to deal with a hybrid litter six months down the line. She kissed that female, shoving her longer, much nimbler tongue down her throat and made her howl silently while her mate bit her neck and humped with insane speed, his knot hammering at her pussy with the strength of a jackhammer until it swelled inside her and tied them up. Ivy pulled back, letting both fall as he came and began flooding her womb with his cum, knowing her swimmers might have already sealed the deal long before he had tied with her. They fell into the puddle of cum she had caused, their moans echoing beneath the splatter of her endless pleasure, mouths full of spunk and milk, their kiss messy, lewd, sharing her breeding batter as they soaked in it. The lamia stood there for a bit more, staring at them, stroking herself as she aimed her cocks directly at them to make sure they'd reek of her for the rest of the month no matter how many showers they took. Lewd bridges of cum connected the two spires, slowly falling down but bravely fighting against gravity before joining the thousands of gallons splattered all over or the rivers flowing down the stairs.

Ten others barred her way down, five other couples that were coated in her cum and milk, huffing, attempting to quench their heat by screwing anyone anywhere they could. If had hoped to keep the number of pregnancies caused by her, or the possible kids she'd sire simply by cumming so much, down to a minimum, the breeding frenzy she witnessed told her she was oh so wonderfully wrong. In that single descent alone she had seen at least a dozen females using her cum as lube, licking it off throbbing cocks, licking it from the floor as their mates' shafts piledrived inside their pussies over and over. Ivy hissed with pride at the thought of those regular males, failing to lay claim to those heated wombs before her swimmers, the trillions of potent sperm simply far too much even for a male in the deepest of heats. Wombs would swell with lamia eggs, dozens upon dozens of them, no matter how many orgasms the males pumped inside them, she'd come up on top. And everyone would know that, everyone would know she was the father of the horde of hatchling lamias making a racket in all the apartments not sealed shut from floor seventeen down to the basement. The thought of siring legions merely by slithering around, not even touching a womb with her cuntbreaking cocks, not even touching the woman or herm that would grow her eggs made Ivy hiss and shiver from tailtip to the edges of her hood.

The next twin blasts of cum were strong enough to slam against the revolving door and make it spin faster and faster, the continuous, uninterrupted deluge of spunk spinning the contraption, sending tens and dozens of gallons of virile batter all over the reception and all over the street. People shrieked and protested, some knocked off their feet because of a particularly heavy and dense glob of lamia cum hit them with the speed of a bullet. The door took a healthy five seconds of abuse before it was torn off the hinge and rolled on the side, slamming against a car outside, freeing just enough space for Ivy's cocks to aim right through it and bathe the road and all the now curious pedestrians directly. A flood of cum rushed out of the building, washing a car white and the occupant about to come out as well, the impala suddenly turned into a cum coated mess. More than a few slipped on the slick pavement, helped by the tide as a fresh waterfall caused by the entire building cumming at the same time rushed down the staircase and added to the spoonami that Ivy alone was causing. The lamia knew not to stand there any longer and slithered out, bringing the tide and the cloud of musk along with the ride.

People stared of course, people couldn't help but stare, after all, a lamia walked out of a building that was quite literally flooding half the street, naked, tits and cocks bared for everyone to see, spilling milk all over and apparently cumming without end. If people didn't stare she'd feel ashamed. Ivy mustered all of her composure and simply moved towards her destination as if she wasn't the incarnation of everyone's deepest wet dreams, clouded in a haze of musk so thick and heavy the windows of cars and shops and even glasses fogged simply by being next to her as she moved. The heat in the city seemed to be bad this year, the air almost disgustingly thick with the stench of wombs begging to be crammed full of eggs and pups, of cocks left to throb inside pants as they leaked precum, awfully unable to fulfil their owners' desires. Most people were clothed, although heavy stains of milk and wet patches of pre dotted close to 90% of the people on the streets, some worse than others as puffy nips poked through soaked bras and shirts, as cocks tented skirts and fancy suits. Some, on the other hand, had it so bad that they had given up on holding back, keeping up a fake air of normalcy as their tits swayed free, leaking onto opened shirts or swaying without bras to contain them, as cocks poked out of pants, too hard and too sensitive to be contained. A couple jerked off onto benches, balls resting on pulled down pants, be it male or herm panting before tensing up and spilling their fat loads onto themselves before shambling around still hard and needy. Brave, desperate souls too deep in their heat and rut to care about holding back.

And then there was Ivy, the one who was entirely naked, the one who was absolutely uncaring about shame or restraint, cumming at every single movement, at every single breath, so impossibly horny, so impossibly full and pent up despite the wake of cum and milk that followed her while she merely slithered forward through the streets. It wasn't as if Ivy had never done it before, she had gone out naked more than once, mostly when she had gotten so deeply involved in a potion she forgot to put on clothes after heading home. Sometimes she took them off in parks to let her tits breathe. This time it was all intentional and it felt so freeing: freely cumming, freely hosing people in breeding batter and milk, freely letting her cock sway and throb and let herself be ogled and admired while she was in such immense pleasure. Ivy stopped at a red light, her body suddenly under the combined gazes of hundreds of people eager to get to their destination. The green light came but no one moved, all stared at her, envious, jealous, hungry and slowly growing harder, wetter and more desperate to blow their load inside something slick and fertile. Ivy realized it of course, she could feel the stares, she could feel the people around her sniffing her musk, some scraping wads of cum off her scales from the long coils of her tail and sucking on their cummy digits.

Ivy hissed and tensed up after a few seconds, she had been holding back so that she could let the cars pass without slipping over the natural hazard that was her orgasm but seeing as the traffic was not going to move, the lamia sighed with relief and her cocks bloated. Each gigantic shaft, in all of their five feet of tapered glory swelled, doubled in girth as the scent of heat and unclaimed wombs tickled Ivy's nose, tubs of cum bubbling from the endless reserves inside her body. Two arches rose tens of feet above the ground, shining in the reflection of the sunlight before raining back down, a literal shower of lamia cum splattering over cars, people, on the road, the road signs, the semaphores, digital displays fizzling and dying as more and more and more cum rained from above, setting off circuits in colourful shows. Centred around the moaning, gushing, mewling lamia the intersection slowly disappeared beneath layers of cum so heavy and thick it acted like glue, sticking to walls and people and windows alike. The car drivers and onlookers were blasted with a shockwave of rut and musk, the stench wafting from both the immensely pent up snake and the chaos she was causing mixed together and concocted the worst possible cocktail for anyone who smelled it. If before a couple people were openly jerking off or pumping fat dildos in their cunts, now that number was already well over a hundred, stiff cocks aimed at the lamia as their blew their loads, pussies slick and growing wetter as females scraped wads of cum and used them to fuel their lust. Cocks were lubed with pussy juices and copious lamia spunk before disappearing in wet muffs and puffy tailholes or hungry maws, cars rocking back and forth, unable to move as the occupants pulled pants and seats down. Horns rang out as asses slammed into steering wheels, tits and rumps smushed against windows. And still Ivy was cumming, the sudden orgy that had broken around her only fuelling her endless orgasm to grow in strength and size and virility. Milk sprayed from her tits in titanic gushes that barely held a candle against the wrist-thick ropes her cocks constantly pumping out, ropes so thick they bloated her already swollen cum pipes. The drains gurgled as cum poured out in obscene amounts, only growing as more and more people were affected by the literal bomb of musk and breeding imperatives generated within that small crossing.

Ivy's orgasm easily reached the twenty thousand gallon mark from the first spurt of the latest pleasure spike in a matter of minutes, the entire crossing utterly destroyed by her orgasm, people showered with more cum than they had ever seen in their lives, cars disappearing underneath so many layers they turned into wobbling shapes as their owners kept on rutting inside, people in shops and houses all around joining in on the debauched display of lust and heat. The bus standing five feet away from the hissing lamia exploded, windows popping outwards as a fresh flood of cum rushed out, the moans of tens of people all locked together in a messy orgy finally reaching Ivy's ears and stoked her fires yet again. The lamia wasted no time to jam her cocks inside, blowing the windshield of the bus clean off in a second, washing all that cum and milk from the passengers in three more seconds as hands, tongues, cocks and wet cunts were pressed against the twin spires that had caused all that chaos. Ivy mewled, feeling tens of hands and tongues lap and stroke and tease her erections, mouth momentarily pressed against her cum slits before the sheer amount of cum she pumped out every second forced the bloated passengers to let someone else take their place. Cunts swallowed her cocktips, hot, slick and needy, the lamia obeying the need to breed like any other, flushing tens of loads inside those wombs with a single spurt of hers, laying her claim on womb after womb so thoroughly she felt ovaries simply give up and absorb her cum. The lamia came harder as she permanently impregnated half a bus for life right then and there, in full view of hundreds of people filming and breeding each other while watching her turn more of the city in a cum swamp. The next cunt pressed to her cum slit was hit by an even thicker and more potent load, immediately flooded with swimmers by the trillions as Ivy pulled back and aimed her cocks at everyone around her, slowly coming down from her new high now that she had fulfilled her most urgent need to breed.

Just as casually and nonchalantly as she had started hosing everyone and everything down, Ivy resumed her march, leaving behind hundreds of full bellies, of raging hard cocks and tens of thousands of gallons of cum splattered on buildings and cars, not to mentions the legions that would be born from that small bus over the next few decades. The thought of entire kindergartens having dozens of her hybrid children for decades to come made her hiss, her cocks hosing another building, casually turning the entire front white with ever thickening loads. It was as if every new spike of pleasure refined her cum, made it become far more potent, more virile, her milk thicker as well, sweeter and better in every way. If she kept going like that, by the end of the day not even males would be safe from her virility, womb or no womb everyone around her would swell and grow heavy with tens of lamia eggs. And again she felt a thick load rocket out of her spires, engorging them with fresh blood and hundreds of pounds of raw cum, all of it splattering over a fancy sports car and another bus, hosing more people in glue-thick spunk. The cloud of funk spread over the city, with or without her even needing to, the wind carrying the scent of heat, cum and sated wombs all over, bringing people over their last shreds of decency. Pants were dropped in homes, apartments, offices, banks, gyms and restaurants alike, panties shredded as entire offices and families jumped on each other to quench their own needs, daughters grabbing their brothers' cocks and sucking them as dads or herm mothers claimed their wet muffs. The city would hardly recover from Ivy's influence, even if the smell went away at some point, something that might happen months down the line. As trousers were tossed out of windows, the streets quickly flushed them away with the rivers of cum pouring down staircases and out of windows, screams of pleasure slowly overtaking the roar of cars like a domino of which the first ever piece had been that single potion and the very first load Ivy spilled.

The lamia, unaware her endless orgasm had begun to change the shape and life of millions, unaware of the barriers it had shattered, simply kept on walking, casually hosing more people, casually coating houses and offices and shops and cars in layers of strawberry milk and cinnamon cum until she stopped in front of a most peculiar coffee shop. If the entire city had been at least somewhat reserved and holding back before she had arrived, this place was already free of any and all restraints: pants were nowhere to be seen, not on the floor or on people, the dozens of customers as naked and free as the naga herself, cocks hard, tits swaying as they drank coffee and ate sweets with casualness. Her arrival did nothing if not make cocks throb harder and nipples grow stiffer, the sight of a lamia of massive size sporting the hardest boners in the city, the smell of the cum like a stormfront slamming into noses with no end in sight. It was both a pleasant surprise and a much needed one. Even as her endless orgasm fired ropes after ropes on the customer standing outside, splattering over their faces, bodies and, most of all, their orders, none cared. If anything, glazed with fresh cum and milk, people seemed to eat them with more pleasure and hunger, cakes scarfed down with a healthy cover of cum and milk. Ivy grinned and sighed with relief watching people shiver as her loads made their food so good it made them cum on the spot. She stood in front of a couple second, admiring the nakedness of the customers going in and out, and their healthy, lusty scents that managed to hold their own against the city's heath wave.

Inside the café the air was far worse than outside: an obscenely heavy air thoroughly saturated with cum, sex, milk and shockingly deep lust coated everyone and everything so thoroughly that Ivy could see people cum a little from every breath they took, cocks shivering and spurting small loads every time their owners did something, naked pussies resting on utterly soaked chairs, puddles spilling onto the floor creating a most lovely hazard. Half the customers were jerking off or pumping their inflamed pussies casually, nipples teased, pulled or sucked by other customers with a pleasant casualness that only this place could afford to have. The stench of heat only made things worse, the rutting of people over tables only more feverish but barely making anyone stop eating or pleasuring themselves. Any other place in the city outside the weeks of heat would have been forced to close or simply hide all that debauchery but the sheer pleasure it could bring and the lovely sights from the outside had won people over long ago. The café thrived where none dared to even think of going. All year round this place was plastered with cum, the drinks and food items coated in layers of creamy fluids, be it from the chef, the waiter the customers or whoever happened to aim their cock or pussy at the tray on the way from the kitchen.

The café and her owner were among the few people in the entire city that could stand up to Ivy on any day, that could challenge her and not end up like babbling fools. The air inside, while thick and oppressive with an urge to breed caused by the entire city being in heat, was hardly different than any other regular day: people stripped at the front door, tossing clothes in a gigantic pile or grabbing a bag provided by the café, got naked or simply whipped out their cocks and tits, uncaring of the state they'd come out and sighed with relief. Cumming under the tables or onto other people was just par for the course and having someone nut on your food only made it better for everyone. If someone accidentally sat on your cake it was not a cause to complain or fight but an excuse to wedge your face inside asses and eat it right off of their cake-smeared cheeks or cram your cock inside and have the 'offender' clean it up later. Reaching for another customer's tits and milk them into your coffee was just as natural as jerking off and leaving with your dick still out. The little café was a heaven of pleasure and its owner was the very incarnation of its spirit.

"Ivy! What a surprise!" A cum covered bird made her way towards the lamia, tray full of empty pint-sized glasses that clinked against each other with every sway of the avian's hefty hips. "Didn't expect you here today."

The bird, owner and mascot of the little place, was pretty much what one would expect from an establishment that let their customers jerk off or cum into another customer's meal or drink: she was curvy, stunning, immensely well-endowed, with her cock poking between her tits and almost reaching the top, constantly coated with cum, milk, pussy juice and reeking of a hundred different ballsacks. Cum dripped from her tits, her feathery wings and her cock, rivers ran down her ass as loads splattered onto her back, from her stretched and well-used pussy and tailhole. Her feathers were stuck in odd angles here and there, her nipples puffy and swollen. In short: a being that lived off of sex on a daily basis, so thoroughly marked by thousands of people's orgasms that she reeked like that even after the most deep of showers and baths. After years in the business, the pangowlin was enveloped in sex 24/7 and that was part of her charm: the air of lust oozing from the cummy feathers to the sway of her hips that made her cock bob, to the way she clenched her toes to show how the cum on the floor formed lewd bridges in between. Her body was just as much a way to promote her café as an entire billboard, also, she was free, far more mobile and cheaper.

"Yeah, I had a little accident with a new potion and thought I'd let you enjoy its fruits." Ivy chuckled and stroked her titanic cocks casually, the stimulation making her fire two finger-thick loads that arched through the air and landed on two tigers busy rutting on the table, one jerking off the other into a cup of tea, splatters of feline cum ending up on a third person at the table next to them that picked the full cup now full of spunk and drank the mixed contents, their own cock firing jets of cum high in the air, arching and then landing onto a malamute's snout, dripping onto her pancakes. The air of secrecy made Shayla's ears perk up and her cock stiffen like a puppy's ears at the mention of treats.

"How mysterious..." She licked her muzzle and chuckled. "I take it was a happy accident and not a serious one."

"Of course, I only deal in happy accidents after all." Ivy smiled and began stroking herself idly as the hybrid bird was grabbed and pushed onto her knees by a couple of herm horses, their cocks at first aimed at the mouth of the owner but pushed lower and lower until they were smearing their fat flares against her puffy inverted nipples. Shayla moaned, putting her tray on the floor, helping the two customers find their way deeper into her breasts, prying open her nipples so that they could take the massive cocks. "And I take business here is going well?"

"Duh, it's a bad heat this year." Shayla bit her lips when the two herms began fucking her tits, driving a foot of hard horse cock inside each of her II breasts, her nipples leaking milk and precum now, swelling and swelling as the customers neighed and picked up the pace. "People started to come in already naked hours ago and it seems it's only getting better. I might have to ask the rest of the staff to come in and help me or I might struggle." Shayla buried her nose at the root of one of the herm's cocks, snorting the heavy musky fur with watery eyes, the stink of a herm in rut making her own cock shiver and stiffen even more, the hybrid's immense nuts resting on the floor like two bowling balls stuffed inside a furry bag, sloshing and churning visibly with untold loads ready to be served fresh. The horses neighed one more time, pushing their two footlong cocks to the very hilt inside the bar owner's tits and came at the same time, balls twitching and heaving as they delivered shot after shot after shot of raw cum into Shayla's already big milkers, forcing them to grow bigger as gallons were added to their hefty weight. "Thanks for dining with us." Once they pulled out, Shayla came herself, the feeling of cocks scraping her tits and spreading her nipples oh so wide after such a hearty filling enough to bring her to a hands-free orgasm. The herms said nothing but silently pressed their cum and milk coated cocks to the pangowlin's face and rubbed them against it, using her fur and feathers to clean the throbbing cockflesh of their own mess. "And thank you for the tip." Shayla kissed each flare, worming her tongue inside, moaning at the taste of her milk and their cum, her orgasm growing in strength as she sucked them off, their flesh filling her mouth to the brim.

"Well it certainly seems that you aren't short on supplies." Ivy helped the hybrid on her feet, watching as the bird chuckled and milked herself into the glasses she was carrying, pints upon pints of mixed fluids spilling into the glass, adding the last spurts coming out of her throbbing cock to the point the tray became covered in the resulting cummy mix. She handed them over to a table that proceeded to drink half and pour the rest on their cocks as lube, the pitchers tilted and contents poured on tailholes moments before being handed back to Shayla for another refill.

"I am never short on cream nor milk!" Shayla puffed her chest, pushing her tits out along with a good gallon of cummy milk right into Ivy's cocks. The warmth and feeling of such a naughty cocktail made the lamia cum, her lengths throbbing wildly and ramping up in production, gallons rushing out nearly every second, hosing the ceiling in even more cum than before. The hybrid licked her lips at the sight. "Hair trigger potion?"

"Maybe... if it were that simple I'd have stopped cumming an hour ago." Ivy smiled and waited for the bar owner to understand what she meant. It took a few seconds for Shayla to actually process those words, her eyes darting to the endless ropes of cum rocketing out of the lamia's towering five foot cocks every second, the way she never stopped shivering and the stronger, deeper musk wafting off of those spires of snakeflesh.

"Oh fuck..." Shayla's hands rushed to her own cock and stroked it wildly, her nose diving for the root of those cocks and inhaled, coating the soft scales of Ivy's underbelly as she snorted and lapped up wads of cum. "That's so hot." The bird licked her friend's shafts and giggled as that simple shy lick caused the lamia to hose two customers in a single titanic blast of immensely virile cum, refilling an entire table's empty pitchers in less than three seconds. "Here to provide your special cream then?"

"In bulk." Both came a bit at the little dirty banter, one turning the lamia's soft scales into an even more cummy mess and the other aiming her twin spires at whoever was around, coating several people in enough spunk to fill a bath, all that could not stick to fur and feathers dripping down the floor to add to the hundreds upon hundreds of gallons spilled that morning alone.

"I will need to sample the goods before I let you serve them though..." Shayla licked her lips, eyes glistening with a hungry look, her cock now frotting at the base of Ivy's towering shafts. "Make sure that... the quality is fit to be served to my customers." The pangowlbird murred, climbing atop her friend inch after inch, momentarily squeezing the two cocks in between her legs, feeling the rivers of cum pouring out of them, the steel hard flesh throbbing underneath her fur and feathers.

Shayla didn't hesitate to slide the two gushing spires into her muff and tailhole, her entrances more than lubed up by tens of loads dumped inside her heated depths that morning alone, always stretched out by cocks of all shapes and sizes. The tapered tips of the lamia's girthy behemoths were no exception, if not for the exceptional size, sinking into the hybrid's passages with incredible ease. Ivy hissed, feeling her walls squeeze and massage her at the same time, her flesh so sensitive after tens of thousands of loads and more than an hour of endless orgasms that she swore she could feel every crevice in that slick pussy and every last one of the customers' swimmers around her. The lamia grabbed her friend in her arms and shoved her down her cocks, the heavy shapes of both tips bloating her stomach. Shayla mewled and came, her own shaft hosing the lamia's tits with thick breeding batter, prompting half a dozen people to slowly shamble their way towards the already rutting pair and latch their mouths around their nipples, four eagerly swallowing the lamia's creamy milk, kneading the titanic swells of her tits to bring forth more of that strawberry milk, two nursing from the hybrid's sloshing breasts, her milk creamy and thick with a dozen loads of cum injected by just as many customers.

"Hey, get down! This is a private business meeting!" Shayla huffed, still rising and falling on Ivy's spires while she tried to get the customers nursing on the lamia's immense rack. "You'll get your share later."

"You just want all of this to yourself and we both know it." Ivy kissed the messy hybrid, her hands kneading those feathery mounds.

"Oh wow, I have been found out, whatever shall I do now?" The hybrid chuckled, lowering her head to latch her mouth onto the two uppermost pair of tits strapped and bouncing on Ivy's chest now that she was humping upwards, driving those massive spires deeper into a warm cunt and a slick, loose tailhole.

"You're such a greedy cumslut, you know?" Ivy grabbed those feathery hips and pulled her down yet again, the twin bulges of her immense cocks stretching Shayla's fur, immediately lost in a bubbling, churning belly as the lamia's orgasm grew and thickened.

Shayla murred, her belly sloshing with dozens upon dozens of gallons of cum, more added each second, her holes gushing and leaking the thick breeding batter. Ivy shivered and kissed the pangowlin again, worming her tongue deep inside, cumming even harder as the forked tips of the long muscle met the first bubbling spurts of cum pushed forward by the endless tide. Shayla came hard as her mouth was filled with lamia spunk from the wrong end, gallons rushing out of her mouth and swallowed by the same snake that had dumped them inside her, pressurized jets spilling out of her nose. But whereas her tailhole had ways to vent all the excess cum, her muff was brutally filled with more and more and more spunk, loads of dozens of horny customers washed away by the breeding batter of the lamia, tens of gallons as second, swelling her womb massively, allowing her to hug it and then growing too big to even do that. The hybrid's cock was sandwiched between her soft, churning belly, and hard scales, her balls resting atop the lamia's fat shafts, humming as they throbbed hard, her copious spurts adding more gallons to the flood gushing out of her pussy ass and mouth. Ivy simply kept rutting, pumping three feet of snake cock in and out, leaving the thickest parts out so that she could enjoy the feeling of her orgasm rush and bathe them and her lower coils, spreading like a hazard over the already cummy and slippery floor.

"Mmmh that's enough, I need to do my job and pay the bills after all..." Shayla huffed and stood up, bathing her inner thigh in the last few messy gallons gushing out of her cunt. "Moreover... it's not like you're going to run out of it anytime soon, right?" She licked her lips and slid over the cummy scales as if she was on a slide at a park, skillfully landing on the floor.

Ivy watched as she rushed her gravid-looking bulk over to the counter and sat on it, spreading her legs and cooed, grabbing the attention of the customers. Hordes of horny males, females, herms and whatnot rushed to her with empty mugs, pitchers, one with a keg she had brought from home, cocks hard and pussies beyond wet as they put them underneath her gushing holes. Shayla moaned and came a little, pushing on her four foot belly and gave them what they wanted, her tailhole spreading around a massive flood of hot lamia cum straight from the tap, filling and overfilling gallon-sized containers and even that keg long before her belly had halved in size. Shayla came hard as people put their mouths around her holes, now that the containers were full, lips, beaks and scaly snouts latching around her stretched muff and her loosened tailhole like vacuum pumps, eagerly sucking out the glue-thick breeding batter Ivy had generously give her. But some simply knelt in front of the gushing pangowlin, letting the cum wash over them like a most lewd shower. Ivy watched, cumming as she mewled underneath her breaths, her spires bathing far more people as she stood by than those that lined up to get their share out of Shayla's gushing backside. The lewd café owner didn't empty herself but simply stood up after several minutes, her muff still leaking cum as she sashayed into the kitchen to grab the backlog of orders, making sure to deliver them after dumping the last few gallons onto the tray, turning stunning cakes into cum coated messes that steamed hot. The cook didn't seem to mind having her meals ruined that way, jerking herself off into the newest batch of cream several times before pouring them into the cake mix, and the customers enjoyed the cold ice cream cake and the contrast with piping hot lamia spunk.

"Alright guys!" As Shayla was bent over on the counter, letting a lizard girl eat her pussy out, slurping all the last droplets of cum, she grabbed the attention of the café once more. "We are now serving our famous 'heat-snacks', the delicious selection of iced coffee, popsicles and other items you'll need to survive the heat. But today we also have a new all-you-can-eat buffet!" The hybrid pointed at the lamia, eyes locked onto her once again. It wasn't as if she had been hiding her presence, nor as if she even could hide all that bulk, the overpowering stench of cum and sweaty scales, nor as if she wanted to. Ivy gushed, the sextuplet of tits on her chest swaying, leaking far more milk from the increased attention while she casually grabbed a couple of kegs and filled them up. "Feel free to go there and coat your cool treats in the endless cream and milk!" The double meaning made a few people giggle and more than a few to orgasm at the idea of approaching that titanic sex goddess. "The first two refills are free!" And thus chaos broke into the café, not a single person, no matter if they were in the middle of an orgasm, the beginning or the end of another one, they all rushed at the counter to grab cold popsicles and treats either from the other waiters and waitresses.

Ivy mewled and hissed, cumming hard yet again as cold stuff was liberally dragged over her heated cocks, popsicles feeling like ice cubes that Quill liked to use from time to time in roleplay, ice cream cakes mushed onto her tits, the soft pastries mixing with milk by the gallon and licked away by hungry mouths. The twin arches of cum spewing from Ivy's cocks only fuelled the chaos further, making the customers hold their meals in the air to catch the cummy rain, smearing cake over their bodies and letting other lick them up while milk from the lamia's tits flowed like an unstoppable tide. Shayla was among them, using her body as tray, presenting exclusive items that the customers could suck off her cock or stuff into her pussy before eating them out. Her nipples were crammed with cock after cock after cock, tens of gallons of hot cum dumped into those swollen breasts, turning the fat II cups into NN cups within minutes, the swells taking half of the space on the table, milked and teased by others to further enhance the flavour of the cool treats. By the time the counter had ran out of posicles, either melted by the heat of the café or eaten, Shayla's tits were bigger than she was.

As if that wasn't enough, some even went as far as cram their cocks inside Shayla's own, bloating her cum pipe with loads upon loads, fattening her balls, making her cum tanks churn with mixed seed until she arched her back and came so impossibly hard her cumshot sent people on their asses, blasted with gallons of creamy spunk, a veritable hose of pleasure and salty musk. After that, things only got worse and more chaotic: people forgot about food and drinks, cakes flattened by asses and eaten only when someone wanted to rim someone else, smushed against pussies, the popsicle mere cool treats to heal sore tailholes and puffy nipples, thrown onto the ground the moment they melted in the impossible heat of the café. Ivy's own tits were not spared the onslaught, several customers simply cramming cocks of all shapes inside her nipples, lubed by endless squirts of milk as cunts and asses slid over her shafts, hot wombs welcoming the tide of spooge, tailholes spread oh so wide by Ivy's girth. The throes of orgasm, pleasure and lewdness echoed so loudly that they attracted more clients, slowly turning the street in front of the café into yet another massive orgy, one of tens if not hundreds spread across the city. As the lamia came and came and came, her cum thickened and grew more potent, every womb that was hosed down with it instantly seeded, instantly claimed for life. By the time the fifth hour of her endless orgasm rang, Ivy felt males squirm around her cocks, their bodies simply giving way and accepting the notion they'd carry her eggs for years to come, their bellies gravid already, minutes after her cum had been dumped into their guts by the gallon, no matter which end.

Holding two customers or two random people in each arm, the lamia humped their loose holes, kissing one at a time while thrusting inside both, her cum gushing out by the tub, washing whoever had been thrown underneath her with even more life-giving goo. Another spike meant that the chairs around her were pushed aside, pushed away by the thick slop, waves rising as the lamia tossed the swollen lovers onto their bellies, the fall but a couple of inches as their guts had grown to person-size, bigger than the people they were attached to. Ivy panted heavily, tired and out of steam but still cumming oh so hard she couldn't believe she had not collapsed and fainted to ride out the next few hours to the next few days until the potion vanished from her system.

"You broke the window." Shayla's voice rang out, above the chaotic chorus of moans and pleas for another load or another clutch to add to the legions inside someone's womb or ass. The cum coated hybrid tiptoed around mounds of belly with casual ease, her toes stepping into the lake that was being drained by the same broken window she just mentioned. Her breasts had shrunk but only a little, each MM cup about the size of a swollen watermelon and leaking more cum than a normal person could pump in a year, dozens of loads crammed inside. Shayla fingered her nipples, stretching them and letting the lamia see the thick webs of cum and milk coating the insides of her fat nubs, moaning. Her balls had not even shrunk, each beachball sloshing heavily, ready to pump someone pregnant with a random person's offspring. "You gotta make up for it."

"Oh my, whatever shall I do?" Ivy chuckled and moaned as the hybrid slapped her fattened cock against the base of her own, nudging at the slit where they would have retreated hours ago had it not been for that potion. "Am I going to have to work here until I make up for your loss?"

"I was more thinking of until I decide you can go." She licked her lips and pushed, making the lamia hiss as the now three feet of hybrid cockflesh pressed against her slit, slowly but easily sliding in, filling her already tight opening with even more shaft.

"I'd never go away in that case." The lamia murred, kneading her tits, squeezing them to flush out some random herm's load out of them as Shayla hilted herself inside her slit. "Mmmh yesssss..." Only Quill could get that far with her, most other simply gave up and surrendered to her cocks, to her musk, but the hybrid had just as much drive as her, if not even more.

As the first spurts of cum rushed inside Ivy's tight slit, both of them lost themselves in an almost literal sea of white, blanking out, their bodies twitching.

Ivy woke up the next morning, her body half coiled on a bed far too small for her, half laying on the floor, the air heavy with cum and sex, the bedsheets covering her scales so soaked with cum they were almost glued to them. She groaned, pushing herself up and, with joy, despair and need, found herself just as hard and just as full as the day before, her cocks not having flagged or stopped cumming a single second over the entire night. She smelled like she had been in a thousand orgies, the stench of heat and fertile wombs surrounding her in the same way the sheets clung to her scales. The lamia hoped Quil wouldn't be angry since she hadn't come home the night before.

"Ah there we are sleepyhead!" The cheery voice of a certain slutty bird rang out and before she could react, Ivy found her cocks hugged by a cum soaked hybrid. "I hope you're ready because the day is gonna start in a few minutes and I need my all-you-can-eat buffet ready to go."

"Wh-what...?" Ivy was still in the process of waking up, sensitive from the night of orgasms and sex and whatever else that lewd hybrid had done to her. "Hold... hold on I need some... breakfast..."

"Fine but I need you to fill at least ten kegs with that cream of yours, ok? Your performance yesterday was so good I got orders to sell it in bulk." The hybrid chuckled and licked the fat cum slits, swallowing the increasing flow of spunk now that the twin spires were being stimulated by more than soaked cotton. "First order is two thousand gallons, the next is double that."

"You're really... something..." Even Quil had to take a break after a while, but Shayla seemed to have the same energy as before despite spending the entire day and night cumming her brains out. As she wrapped her swollen tits around the left cock, the hybrid gulped load after load with hunger and need. "Ahh w-wait... let me...!!" Ivy was sent down the first true orgasm of the day as the hybrid swelled with fresh cum yet again, a torrent of the gooey stuff bloating her belly shot after shot as the other cock hosed the ruined bedroom even more. "Fffffkkk!" The lamia thrashed in the bed, the spring shattering under her weight at long last, and still Shayla swallowed her loads with devotion.

"Thanks for the breakfast honey." She kissed the saliva coated cock once her belly reached the size of a fifteen month pregnancy with triplets, holding that massive dome with love and no little strain on her back. "Gonna be eating for a hundred for the next few months..." She chuckled at the shocked look on Ivy's face. "What? You dumped a pool of cum up my cunt, of course I'll get pregnant. Not that I'm complaining: I'm told that a good clutch make my milk taste sweeter. Customers also pay way more to rut with someone who's already preggers too." She chuckled again. "Oh, before I go." The insatiable cumslut murred and aimed the gushing cocks against her face, letting the bathe her in thick cum for long moments. "Can't forget to get my morning facial..." Ivy sighed, collapsing in bed, half hoping her potion would wear off soon and half hoping it wouldn't, but definitely hoping with all her might she'd be able to resist against that horny bird for as long as it took to get back to her lab and do it all over again.