The Big Mess: Mom's Spaghetti

Maria had been a stay at home mom for the last twenty two years of her life, and it had been a good twenty years, she'd been happy for most of those, to say that she had not once been sad or angry or frustrated would have been a lie. Her husband Reginald was a very good man, he worked hard at an advertising company downtown, sometimes she saw his work while shopping and it made her proud of what he had done. Her son Dario graduated amongst the best of his class in a very good college where he had gotten a scholarship thanks to his good track record, he had a very bright future ahead of him. However, one day she realized she had not done anything for twenty years beside raising her son, cleaning, making food and waiting for her husband to make enough money to buy the stuff they needed. Sure, she had a couple odd jobs, made friends, went to the gym regularly and took care of herself, but she hadn't accomplished anything of note, well, her son was a very smart and good young man sure, but it wasn't as if she alone was responsible for his actions. Maria realized she was not happy not was she content. Satisfied, yes, but happy? Not so much. That fateful day she had woken up with an itch in her mind, one that told her she had to do something soon, that she was a grown woman, her son was old enough to care of himself without her help, she could get a part time job and get some extra money for retirement. She also realized that her husband was never there, always coming late from work, almost always grumpy in some way, her son was not any better: after graduation he had begun searching for jobs, but as time passed, he was growing more and more lazy, just sitting on his couch. The job he had gotten a response from and told her didn't want him? They were very shocked when she called and asked why they hadn't accepted her son's excellent qualifications. Twenty two years and only then did she realize she had been coasting through most of her adult life. Then the Big Mess happened.

Maria sat on the couch in her home at 7 am, blushing madly as she shuffled in the seat, unsure of what to do with herself, her entire body seemingly on fire all over as if she was under a sun lamp, burning with a need she was sure she wasn't supposed to deal with. She had gone to bed Maria Santini, 49, brunette, curly hair, five foot nine, a little overweight, but what was sitting on the couch in the living room was hardly anything resembling the many photos spread around the house: if she stood she'd have been over six feet, closer to seven in fact, her hooves clicked on the expensive hardwood floor over and over as she nervously tapped her legs, which made sitting still harder. She might have crossed her arms on her chest, but her modest bust hard turned into a huge rack, soft, plump, heavier than it looked, capped with two finger thick nubs that leaked milk with her every breath. She tried to put her arms below but her tits were far too heavy and gushed lewdly as she did so. When she was young she wanted to get tits this big, however life had given her more ass than bust, a fair trade one might say. She might have tried to keep her hands on her lap then, but the space between her legs was completely taken by what looked and felt like a very big and very fat udder, four even thicker nubs brushing against her inner thighs, oozing milk whenever she squeezed her udder to keep her legs in check. Or at least they leaked what she thought was milk, it hardly tasted and smelled like it and the mere thought that it was what she thought it was made the heat in her loins even stronger. And even if she somehow managed to stay still, between her legs there was also something that was rather out of place even on a huge anthropomorphic cow with KK cup tits and udders as big as a beachball: her new, huge, towering cock poked her cleavage from beneath, a slab of cockflesh that would have looked huge on a feral stallion. She hadn't measured it just yet, but if she had, she'd have found it to be not an inch smaller than three and a half feet of mottled horsecock. It leaked the same salty, dense stuff that squirted from her teats and it was so sensitive that she had blown her load while keeping the damn thing tucked between her tits to avoid it hosing her good sofa and the tv as she watched the news to understand what the hell was going on. At least even as a huge cow she was still a brunette and with her blueish eyes.

"Mom? Is that you?" Dario waltzed in still wearing his pyjamas, though they didn't fit him anymore: his hips had grown more than hers had done, his ass spilling over and under the straining rim of his pants, a fluffy feathery white tail swishing behind him. Unlike her who had hooves and a cute muzzle, he looked like a chicken, a hen, his feathers completely white like a dove, but with the tell-tale red flap of skin hanging from his beak, thin, scaly legs tipped with small claws and a generous fluffy chest. She recognised his voice, but had he not sported a huge, towering erection like her, far less imposing and massive, red, tapered and leaking like a broken tap, she'd have confused him for a girl. She blushed hard as she found herself staring at her son's cock. "What's going on? Why am... why am I like this?"

"Dario?" She hugged her son, worried about what could happen to their family now that things were so different. Her tits squished against his chest, her nipples digging into his soft feathered chest, her udder smothering his crotch as her cock sandwiched his. He was impossibly soft in her embrace, like he was made to be hugged and squeezed, her hands sinking into his chest fur, the feathers soaking well every spurt of milk gushing from every bit of her. "Are you alright?" She barely waited for his response, lifting his arms, circling around him to see if he was ok and if anything even weirder had happened to him, but the more she looked, the more she stared, ogled and saw, the more her son looked... alluring. It was a weird feeling, to look at her son as she had used to look at her husband back when they were still at the first couple dates.

Her son had been a strapping young man, lean, strong, a man that could hold his own in a fight, but now he looked gentle, fragile, soft and smelled oh so good, not to mention he was now much shorter than before, probably around five feet tall at most. He looked like a hen in every way besides the two feet of tapered red meat bobbing heavily between his legs. He merely stood there before her, not moving, letting her touch him as she wished, obediently waiting. When she groped his ass, he clucked, his cock jerking hard and firing a fat shot of precum onto the good sofa. She felt her heart race in that moment, her hands instinctively groping him again, harder this time. Dario clucked a second time, his feathers ruffled as his shaft throbbed and gushed, several thick shots splattering all over the hardwood floor, pints upon pints. The smell of cum spread in the living room like a bomb and Maria felt even more on fire than before. Her own shaft ached and throbbed, her udder churning as thin jets of thick pre gushed from all four teats, the slab that was her cock firing an even thicker and denser load that utterly coated her son's shots, her musk overtaking the stale air around them in a split second.

"Mom?" Dario looked at her, confused, clearly horny and just as fascinated by his mother's appearance as she was by his. He saw her standing above him, towering with all her bulk, her cock poking through her cleavage like a spear, her udders leaking with her every step as she circled around him with hunger in her eyes, her tits bigger than his head, her smell oh so pervasive and potent. He gulped, his tail raising out of nowhere, letting her see the gaping, flushed slit from which his shaft jutted from. "Mom..." He was horny like a teenager, maybe more, and he felt wet and empty and hungry, his beak salivating heavily as the thick rich smell of his mother's milk spread around him.

Before he could do anything, she grabbed, lifted and pushed him against the wall, barely breaking a sweat even while lifting his entire body with one arm. She stared into his eyes, her bulk pinning him, his legs dangling uselessly in the air. He did not fight when she kissed him, he did not fight when she stroked his cock as she pushed her mammoth shaft into his vent, rather, he relaxed and let her sink into him, their cocks brushing together for brief moments before he felt her udder slap against his huge bubble rump. He did not fight when she made him suckle from her gushing tits and he did not care about the fact that his father had walked in the room while he was screaming her name as her cum flooded his guts and splattered all over the floor. Reginald stood there, awestruck, his red rocket jutting from his sheath and aching hard, oh so hard, his sensitive nose crammed full of his wife's scent. The middle aged Labrador retriever panted heavily, his paws racing across his footlong cock, teasing his knot, yipping and whining as his son knelt in front of his wife and milked her udders onto his face, his beak filling with a lewd mix of milk and cum. He meekly waited, tail wagging behind him, waiting for his wife to notice him and tell him what to do, he wasn't sure why but he knew he had no other choice now but to listen to her.

"Ah, Reginald..." As she noticed him standing there she mooed softly, licking her lips as her three and a half feet of horsecock throbbed in the stuffy air, her udder teased, pulled and suckled by the cum coated hen beneath her. "Looking good." Maria huffed, playing with her breasts, pulling at her thick nipples and hosing the ground at the labrador's feet with milk. She noticed how he waited, just like how a well trained dog waited for its master's command. "Sit." Reginal blushed heavily, hesitating a bit, and then he sat down, his cock throbbing lewdly in front of him, her own jumped at the sight. Oh so many ideas blossomed in her mind now that she realized that she was the one calling the shots now in the house. "Be a good dog and lap it up." She mooed, stroking herself as the love of her life knelt and began dragging his broad tongue on the spilled milk on the floor, lapping it up devoutly, his cock making a mess as he inched closer and closer to the source of the chaos in the room. "Beg." She smirked, a little afraid she was being too forceful, but as Reginald's eyes filled with the same burning need that she saw in her son's, the worries vanished.

"Please... please Maria..." He begged, tail wagging so hard it must have hurt, his shaft gushing watery precum as stray shots from her udder splattered onto his groin. She stroked his chin and smiled.

"Good puppy." She saw him cum on the spot, no touching, no stimulation beyond her scratches and her scent. Her hand pulled his muzzle close to her udder, his mouth opening and latching onto one of the huge dripping teats and began suckling. "Mmmh, we have so much to discuss..." She sat on the couch, the structure collapsing under her weight, leaning back on the ruins of the old thing she had owned for over thirty years as the 'men' of the house milked her churning udder with hunger and devotion. "Things are going to change a bit around here."

"Morning mom..." Dario gingerly trotted inside his mom's bedroom, his scaled toes splashing in several thick puddles of cum here and there as the towering heifer groaned, rolling around in the ruined bed. He clucked as the potent stench of the cow's night time loads made his nares tingle and his cock throb hard. The window lay ajar just enough to get some fresh air in, though it did hardly anything to make the room smell any less of cum, sweat and sex. The hen licked his beak, jumping on the bed, his not-so-meagre weight managing to squeeze a bit of the cum that had soaked through the mattress and added it to the generous coating on the floor. "Come on, we've got a lunch reservation and we can't miss it!" Dario clucked again, crawling with his tail lifted up high, his cloaca flushed and oozing cum from the day before. His beak met her udder after a few seconds, her soft, taut flesh pushing back against him, her teats gushing as he merely tapped her udder. She was pent up, like always and as a good son he had to take care of his mother. "Mmhh..."

He opened his beak and let one of those thick nubs slide into his gullet, the teat filling his mouth nicely as the lewd mix of cum and thick creamy milk squirted into his stomach. Dario had saved himself for their lunch today, the restaurant had a several month-long waiting list and luckily the Big Mess had not cancelled their reservation, but as he felt the pent up heifer's milky cum gush and fill his stomach, he couldn't help but drink greedily. The cow mooed in her sleep, slowly waking up, her cock throbbing and rising bit by bit as her teats were caressed, stroked and suckled. Dario clucked, gulping and moving to another teat, pulling and kneading at the other three as he serviced the new one, bobbing on it as if it were a cock, his throat dancing up and down as his stomach swelled and swelled. It was already huge, a sloshing, wobbling four foot wide dome, which made walking quite hard and getting inside any room just a bit more annoying. The frustration he felt as his mobility was slowly robbed by the titanic bulge was replaced every time he touched it and felt the many, many shapes crowding his guts, over a dozen basketball-sized eggs that the very same cow he was tending to was responsible for.

"Wh-what... oh..." Maria huffed when she woke up, looking around to see why she was hornier than normal, her eyes locking onto the slutty hen deepthroating her teats and drinking her cream. "Is it that day already?" She mooed, her cock rising to full mast in a split second. "Where's your father?" Her hands reached for her breasts, tugging and massaging her oh so full rack roughly, stray gushes of milk splattering onto her son's back, his feathers soaking up the sweet milk instantly.

"He's training." Dario chuckled, nuzzling the heifer's titanic slab of horsecock, his nares clogged with her musk.

"Good." The two locked eyes for a few seconds and then Dario crawled over, laying atop her as she groped his plump ass and teased his cloaca as he kissed her deeply and sloppily, her milk passing between their mouths over and over. "He's being a very good doggie." She mooed, grabbing her cock to guide it to the hen's rump, her flare kissing his hole and sinking inside with a lewd, loud squelch. Dario clucked and moaned, his own slab of flesh throbbing as his mother sandwiched it between her mammoth tits, stroking and squeezing it gently . "And you're being a good hen." He whined, patting his belly, feeling both the heifer's immense cock re-arrange his guts as per usual and the eggs clacking around that pole spearing inside him. "Gonna lay soon?"

"I hope so..." The hen huffed, his gut growing a bit as a single load from his mother's nuts flooded his insides. "I'm getting a little big." Dario smirked, cumming a bit as he stroked the shapes bulging through his feathers.

"I like you big. Not that you'd be small even without them." She mooed and grabbed his ass, squeezing it hard. "Your ass is more like a dumptruck." Maria slapped it, he moaned and came a little, her chin splattered with a heavy gush of cum as the valley of her boobs oozed nearly two gallons of thick batter. "And I plan to keep you this big forever. You're a hen after all." Dario clucked hard and came, his cock throbbing and jumping in the sloppy embrace of her tits, gallons and gallons gushing all over her midsection as he sunk onto her shaft, his ass kissing her udder and giving her just enough stimulation to cum with him. "If a hen doesn't lay, what's the point?" She murred and kissed him, her lips wrapping around his cock afterwards, drinking his fat loads with motherly love and lust.

His four foot wide gut swelled and sloshed, the shapes of the eggs disappearing as cum rushed and made that belly grow, grow and grow, almost swallowing her beneath it, smothering her in ruffled feathers and stray shots of hen spunk. She mooed hard, the walls shaking ever so slightly as her teats gushed, her udder so full from the stimulation the excess not pumped into her son was spilled all over the floor, finger-thick jets hosing the walls in thick cream over and over. Dario's meaty thighs eventually gave up under his weight, making him fall to the side and letting the heifer's last few minutes of orgasm splatter on the ceiling and the rest of the bedroom. The two sweaty, cum-coated furs panted and caught their breath as the door opened and a timid Labrador entered.

"Ah, just in time Reginald, we need some cleaning." Maria winked.

"Sure honey." The dog nodded, his tail wagging gently as he crawled over the bed as well and began eagerly lapping the hen's load from his wife's milky tits. She reached behind his rump and felt a thick plug stuck in his tailhole, his puffy ring stretched nicely around it as he squeezed on it every time he swallowed some of the spent cum on her body. "I've put on the big one today." He yipped, showing some pride in his lewdness, suckling on the cow's nipples before she slapped him. He knew that only his son could freely drink from her, but he had hoped that after training hard and managing to cram the ten inch wide toy in his rump after days and days of training could have earned him some of those privileges the hen enjoyed.

"Bad doggie, you'll get your turn when I say so." She chuckled and lovingly spanked him, making the Labrador whine and squeeze on his plug. "But since today is a good day I might indulge the both of you once we're back home." Both males cheered, kissing her sloppily with cum-stained tongues, cocks rubbing against her sides. "Enough, enough, we have a reservation to get and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy all the money I have spent to make sure we could get a seat."

Maria got up only when Reginald had thoroughly licked every bit of her, going to far to sit on him as he ate her fat pussy with all his might, her udders smothering his cock and making him cum several times during the minutes it took him to spitshine her folds, prompting some more cleaning. Dario was left musky and coated in cum, mostly cause he refused but both knew that they liked to see him marked with her spunk and milk.

The hardest part came soon after, as the three put their best effort into getting dressed as best they could for the occasion as it was, a very good restaurant they were going to and they'd not be looked down upon for not having the right clothes. Even in all the chaos around them, as people let go of their limits and found freedom in being their new selves, being dressed for the occasion was still very important. Dario had some trouble with his part, his belly having grown too big to fit under any shirt he previously owned, the huge dome so hazardous that the second he moved too fast tore the one shirt he had managed to get on. Putting on pants was a far less painful matter but fitting his feathery and luscious tail proved to be quite annoying and the stimulation of his cloaca was near maddening, making his cock slip out and sneak down his legs, the fat, throbbing tapering shaft visible through the fabric no matter how much he tried to hide it. The thick, meaty thighs did not help in any way either, turning his nice pants into the kind with lots of holes in them. Had this happened before, Reginald would have been either angry or very cross, but as things stood, he was at the bottom of the ladder, merely looking as his son's ass tore holes into the jeans, fluffy feathers poking out here and there while he managed to put on one of his old suits and ties. He looked fairly normal, save for him being a dog and his wife having forced him to keep his plug in, the huge toy jutting out of his ass, visible and making his sheath throb inside his pants.

Maria, well, she was having more than a little bit of trouble. Her body was too big for anything, no matter where one looked: her arms were thick, her thighs thicker, her rump almost as big as her son's but nowhere near small enough for her to get into any of her old clothes, not to mention that, even if she did, her udder prevented her from buttoning them down. The one and only attempt had made her get hard and worked up, the floor covered in milk and nut batter within seconds, every item she had bathed in fluids till they were completely ruined. Even after Reginal had dutifully pulled his pants down and had her nut in him, sealing her load with the plug, her cock refused to go down and the time for the reservation closed in. So, naked as she could be, the heifer gathered her courage and her wallet before heading out with her family.

Their march was something to behold, even in the current state of the world: a naked cow, gushing milk with her every step, leading a wobbling, waddling, moaning hen wearing clothes full of holes and a dog in a suit. Had things not been real, they might have sounded like the beginning of a joke. People stared, ogled, whistled and smiled at the trio. Maria felt the stares, not stares of disgust but lust and envy, the jealousy for her body. Her cock rose and jutted forth from her crotch, her udder squirting thick jets of creamy nut batter onto her hooves every time she took a step, leaving behind a most lewd and fragrant trail. Dario clucked every now and then, waddling as fast as he could, back arched to avoid falling over as he sped up to match his parents' pace. The sheer mass of ass, thighs and cock contained within his clothes kept on pushing against the seams, ripping them bit by bit, his shirt rolling over his straining dome of a gut and his ass wobbling pleasantly. Only Reginal seemed to fare decently, merely having to contend with his wife's huge load sloshing in his ass and a cock that never got soft because of it. He wasn't even sure he could get soft anymore, always hard, leaking, cumming and being pushed around between the two of them.

"Reservation for three. Santini." He fixed his clothes as he spoke to the clerk at the entrance of the restaurant, the cheetah licking her lips as she saw him and his family, her eyes locked onto Maria's messy crotch.

"Jakob, table five for them." The cheetah purred and openly fingered herself as she stared and winked at the heifer, the lewd shlicks coming from under the desk making the herm moo softly with a hint of shame for being naked.

The waiter that arrived was a tall, lean stallion, the kind that once would have been seen on a race track, wearing what one would have seen a feral horse wear: a saddle, bridles and little more, the male's thick, bloated sheath hanging free. Maria took a deep breath in shock as she saw him, his smell pleasant, like that of hay and grass laced with the earthy reek of a stud. Her pussy ached and quivered, the floor beneath her slick with milk and juices as she was led to the table. Sitting down was just as messy as getting dressed for much the same reasons: Dario's gut was so huge he had to sit sideways and Maria hosed a big portion of the floor as her udder was squeezed between her legs and the table. She blushed and apologized, the stallion barely flinching before calling for someone to clean up. She decided to dive into the menu rather than worry about her messy, huge body and the soft moans that Reginald was making as his plug made him wince and shuffle constantly.

"We offer many vegetarian meals catered for each species, including replacements for our old meat dishes." The stallion whinnied and professionally began to take orders on a notepad, tapping away at the screen as his cock swelled and thickened. Before he could notice, two feet of flared, mottled shaft were oozing precum onto the table, staining the menus in the hands of the three sitting around him, all of them mesmerized by the thick scent and wonderful sight of that slab of cock. Maria's own rod thickened, slapping against the underside of the table before she freed it, her tits welcoming it as thick shots of pre oozed out from within that valley. The waiter once again barely reacted. "Oh, sorry for my rudeness, I'll clean this up." Dario clucked as the stallion bent over and licked his own precum from the table with absolute casualness, his cock throbbing underneath, sucking on the hen's fingers. "I'll be back with your entrees soon."

"I kinda want to get bent over by him." Dario licked his beak as his cock strained against his pants, threatening to tear them.

"Watch your language." His mother huffed tracing a hand over the leftover remains of that stud's pre. "You're mine." Maria mooed sultrily, coaxing her son into reaching under the table to give her a talon-job, his rough scales brushing gently against her teats. "No, bad hen." She playfully slapped his wrist as he continued to tease her. The entrees arrived a few minutes later: a wonderful veggie platter that was downright mouth-watering, with a meat substitute for Reginald.

"Would you like to add some special sauce? The dish is perfect as is, but the chefs have designed it to have a bit of extra kick with the addition of a special ingredient." The stallion huffed and waited.

"I'll take it." Reginald nodded, interested in the offer, the other two digging in their plates with hunger. The waiter walked over to his side of the table and grabbed his cock.

Reginald blushed red under his golden fur as he stared at the huge, scantily dressed equine begin to fap seductively on top of his meal, droplets of precum oozing onto the eggs and tofu, his balls twitching and swaying as the flare throbbed gently. His nose was zoned in on the strong smell of a man, mouth salivating as he thought more of what that slab of cock would taste like than what his actual meal would end up being. Maria and Dario ate their share, staring as well, the heifer's eyes glued to the stallion, ideas blossoming in her mind as she huffed and ogled at her shocked husband's face. The waiter whinnied loudly, attracting just a couple's attention before his flare swelled wide and his balls pulled up taut, tensing and relaxing as the smell of cum spread and ropes after ropes of finger thick ball batter splattered into Reginald's plate. By the third shot his dish was already covered in cum, by the fifth the plate was overflowing with it and when the stallion stopped, lewd trickles were spilling onto the floor.

"Oh, sorry sir, I must have been pent up... it was supposed to be just two shots..." The stallion quickly apologized, moving to take the plate from the dog but Reginal grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"It's... it's fine." He licked his lips with hunger, looking down at the dish that was now more cum than actual food. "Thank you." He huffed and dove, shoving his muzzle into the plate and lapping it up like a proper dog, his tongue slurping up mouthfuls of thick batter along with what was left of his meal. The waiter composed himself, cleaned his still lightly gushing flare and returned to the kitchen.

Maria smirked, eyeing her ravenous husband and the way he licked the plate clean of any trace of cum, his breath laboured as he sniffed around for more of that potent, thick stuff. To say that she had never seen him eat with so much energy was not a lie. Her cock throbbed and gushed at the thought of him under the stallion, taking every bit of it and returning home to her with his entire body coated in horse spunk and a full belly, though it wasn't as if he didn't already mostly survive with her daily doses of cum and milk anyway. The main dish arrived a bit late, the waiter carrying a small cart to avoid slipping on the cum puddle that was now spreading around the ever more aroused heifer and her gushing udder.

"These dishes are ethically sourced in collaboration with a new union of water-dwellers." Reginald and Dario got some fish that oozed with juices and perfection while Maria got some delicately crafted platter of fruits from half of the planet.

"Got... got any more of that... sauce?" The dog blushed hard as he stared at the horse's fat sack, ogling the beads of sweat coating those apple-sized orbs.

"Of course." Already the stallion's flare was throbbing and his hands were reaching for it.

"Would it ruin the flavour if I were the one to... add the special sauce?" Maria grinned and looked up at the waiter.

"I'd have to sample your brand and see if it is compatible." The waiter whinnied, shaft twitching when the heifer turned around on her seat and let her bloated, gushing udder free, the four finger-thick teats swaying and squirting their creamy load all over the floor. The stallion knelt, his pristine fur soaked in her fluids as his muzzle opened and latched onto her teats, his long muzzle perfect to take it all in. Maria mooed loudly and shamelessly when the stud began to suckle and swallow, his gullet dancing as his stomach slowly swelled and his cock gushed precum onto the floor. A good minute passed in which the stallion sampled each teat, getting up with a fairly big paunch. "It... It will, uhm, sorry... it's very good, the flavour will not be dampened." He blushed and stroked his shaft, licking hips lips.

"Good." Maria winked and got on her hooves as well and plopped her huge udder onto the table, knocking the glasses of water down and making her husband whine. Shamelessly, she grabbed her teats and began to milk herself in full view of the entire restaurant, gushing and mooing softly as her milky cum thoroughly coated Reginald's platter, him, the table, the seat and her son's side as well, gallons upon gallons upon gallons without end until everything was just a chaotic mess that reeked of cum and milk and her husband looked hungrier than before. "Thanks." She sat down with a loud grunt and began to eat her clean and untouched plate while the two men in her life salivated and dug in as well, moaning and clucking as the heavy, creamy taste of her loads made the fish and sides taste far better than they'd have done without. Her cock throbbed and made a mess.

"Miss?" As she was almost done with her first dish, a couple approached her, two fancy looking peacocks with more jewellery than she had owned in her entire life stuck onto their already shining bodies. She eyed them with curiosity. "We're... interested in sampling your... uhm, what's the name...?" The one speaking was rather confused or embarrassed, so the other one huffed and pushed him to the side.

"Please nut on our food too. We've seen how good it tastes and we'd like to thoroughly sample it ourselves." The peacock was hard as he said those words, as was the other one. "We'd be willing to pay." Maria licked her lips and smiled, nodding. "Wonderful." The two led her to their seat, barely ten feet away and sat down, their food steaming on the table, an extravagant, downright decadent feast of dishes. The heifer grunted, a little envious of their wealth, but far more aroused by the idea they'd pay for her to cum and let them scarf down her loads. Her cock was hard as steel and already spurting fat ropes of pre onto their dishes.

She began to stroke herself as her udder rested on the table, gushing and adding messy jets of creamy cum to the rich ensemble, her hands racing over the many feet of her erection, the medial ring throbbing in her palms as her fare swelled and twitched, the thick cum pipe yawning wide to deliver ever opaque shots of pre. The two peacocks were clearly jerking off as well under the table, their pristine feathers ruffled as their arms pumped back and forth, their breathing laboured as the cow sped up her stroking and mooed brazenly. Maria was in heaven, fetishes she hadn't even thought existed made her feel more than good: she was jerking off into people's food, paid for it, her udder and tits gushing freely in full view of dozens of people... her body heated up with immense lust, her udder swelling with backed-up cum until she mooed and came. Her breasts swayed as she erratically humped her hands, her cock shooting so hard the first rope missed its mark and hit several people on the other side, their food thoroughly coated in heifer udder batter before she managed to reign in her cock and aim it at the table she was at. The peacocks helped, putting the plates in the firing line, scarfing down the cummy mess as she kept on cumming and cumming, eventually just latching their beaks onto her teats and suckling openly while she jerked off and coated the two of them. The entire restaurant seemed to awaken at the sight of her making a mess, people suddenly kissing and stripping, expensive clothes tossed onto the floor, stomped and ruined as cocks hardened and pussies gushed wet. Some kept on eating while others began stroking themselves or slide under tables to tend to forgotten shafts and vents.

"That was fun." A few minutes after she started cumming, Maria sat back at her table and sighed with relief, her shaft softening as she finished her meal. "Reginald, clean."

"But... we're in public, honey." He gasped, looking around at the chaotic, cummy mess that was now the restaurant: the trio of previously well-mannered business-deer were still chatting about whatever, though now one of them was bent under the table as the other two spitroasted him, their cocks pumping in and out. The mare at the back was helping one of the other stallion waiters give her some extra sauce, her breasts wrapped around his tool as she kissed and made out with his flare.

Seeing as he had no ground to stand and resist, Reginald meekly slid under the table, his ass thrumming around the thick plug as cum gushed out of his crotch, the smell of cum and sex in the air so strong he just couldn't hold back. He knelt and grabbed his wife's monster of a cock and began licking it as people around him lost all inhibition, rutting and moaning openly. He hugged that shaft, making out with it as he cleaned every bit of cum wasted, massaging the taut, overly full udder beneath, gently milking it as he humped and his stomach grew rounded. Maria mooed softly, satisfied but still hungry.

"Up for the second course honey?" She looked at Dario who had jumped on the bandwagon, his shredded pants laying in a pool of deer cum as he jerked off into his father's plate, the thick, meaty avian spire gushing lewdly as he reached around his huge pregnant dome.

"Mmmh, yeah..." The motherly hen clucked and came, ruffled feathers shivering as he sat back down, his cock throbbing under his belly and grabbed the second dish, still cumming and moaning. "Sorry about the mess." He blushed lightly towards the new waiter, another stallion, though less bulky and huge.

"It's no problem. Would you like me to take care of it?" The horse stood there, Dario nodded lightly after a couple seconds. With a smile on his face, the waiter knelt and turned around, tail raised high to reveal his puffy, slick donut, gently guiding the encumbered hen's shaft to it. Still gushing, Dario felt his flesh sink into a warm, wet, tight hole, clucking as the stud began to hump back and forth, hips grinding against each other under the table. In the meantime, the heifer's udder was at long last clean, Reginald's golden fur a sticky mess of cum and milk alike.

"Good doggie, now for your treat." She lifted him up with ease with one hand, the other reaching for his ass, groping and squeezing it as she pulled his plug out. The floor was once again washed by a gush of cum, his gut shrinking a bit as her morning load was dumped out, the thick plug rolling onto the soaked tiles as she turned him around.

"Th-thank you honey..." The Labrador retriever yipped and wagged his tail with glee, his cock spurting meagre loads onto the empty plates and into the heifer's glasses, her flare kissing his rump. He felt her cum splatter against his gaping tailhole, hot, fat loads that made him wince and wag harder. She lowered him down gently so that he could feel her cock slide inside him, the girthy shaft bulging his gut as her udder began to thrum and pump ever denser loads, distending his belly fur every time. Reginald came as he sunk to the root of her cock, his legs resting atop her udder as his cock ached in the air. Out of nowhere, another stallion rushed to the scene and knelt before him, taking his footlong red rocket into his long muzzle. "Oh... lords..." Weeks had passed since they had changed, and the previous head of the house had never gotten any action for himself, left to serve his wife and his son dozens of times every day. The warm, wet muzzle felt like heaven, making him cum hard mere seconds after his last shot, filling the horse's maw with shots of spunk as he squeezed and milked the heifer's immense pole.

"My, what wonderful service they have..." Maria mooed softly, barely batting an eye at the stallion humping her son or at the one deepthroating her husband. "We might have to come here more often, don't you think, honey?" She kissed the Labrador, her thick tongue jamming his throat completely, sharing the taste of her milk and her cock as she made him bounce on her lap, feeling his gut stretch around her shaft so openly. The rush was incredible, she'd never had so much fun in years.

"OH fcccccck..." Dario clucked so loudly the entire restaurant turned to look at him as he came so hard the horse's gut sloshed and groaned, swelling till it filled every nook and cranny of space between him and the cum coated floor.

"Language!" His mother frowned, still rearranging his father's guts as the Labrador gushed into the other waiter's maw. She watched him pull out and coat the male in thick ropes till, dozens upon dozens of them, his belly groaning and squirming. The hen squatted onto the floor and huffed, legs spread wide as fluids gushed from his cloaca, clear and fragrant, splattering all over his thick thighs. "Oh lord Dario! Not here!" She stood up, her husband stuck to her cock still, lifted by the sheer strength of her shaft as the next few shots raced up her length and distended his belly some more.

"S-sorry mom, but I can't... oh fuck..." Dario clucked again and clutched his belly, massaging it as a stronger gush of fluids turned the space around him into a sticky mess, washing all his cum. His cloaca slowly started to yawn wider and wider, spreading around something big and thick, his cock throbbing madly the more he pushed. "Mmmh it feels good mom..." The hen huffed, pushing hard as his slit gaped bigger, a white shell poking through the meaty folds.

"Then I'll have to keep you pregnant forever..." She knelt before him and kissed him, Reginald slammed onto the floor, grabbing his son's cock out of reflex as the two kissed above, his gut sloshing with their fluids when the hen clucked again and came. There was a loud, wet thump and then a moan, the hen's slit gaping oh so lewdly as the first egg rolled out. It was huge, basketball sized, and it wasn't the only one. Maria caressed his belly, massaging it and helping the next huge egg to slide down his canal. "Hens should always be laying eggs after all." Her words made him cum again, nearly propelling the egg out into the world. Reginald moaned, swelling like a balloon as his son came enough to allow him to rest onto his own belly. As if that wasn't enough, Maria came as well as she watched her flesh and blood lay another egg as people watched and fucked at the lewd show. The poor dog stuck in between was turned into little more than a cumdump, swelling bigger and bigger as the hen's gut shrunk with every egg laid.

"Mmmh please..." Dario clucked over and over, his eggs rolling behind him with ever increasing ease as his body got used to laying after weeks spent carrying those heavy shapes. By the time his gut was halved in size, there were a dozen immense eggs, horses gently carrying them into hay-padded boxes. As the very last egg was carried away, the hen was panting heavily, his hands resting upon a terribly small belly, his cloaca gaping wide as fluids still gushed out by the bucketload.

"Thanks for the help." Maria nodded at the restaurant staff as the eggs were packed and taken to the entrance where a huge Clydesdale mare was ready to cart them home. But she wasn't done quite yet, her cock was rock hard, Reginald turned into a balloon over the many minutes it had taken Dario to lay his sizeable clutch. She grabbed her son and pushed him to the ground, fluids soaking into his feathers as her fat rod was sandwiched between his soft, plush rump. "Twenty eggs..." She pressed her flare against his now mostly recovered ass, her udder gushing and twitching. "Let's aim for a nice two dozen then." She mooed loudly and lustfully, sinking into that slutty, ruined hole, her cum bubbling inside her udder as her hen clucked and begged for her load.

"Cory, please go and get my bag, I'm getting off soon." Maria grunted as she stood up from the chair in her office, her cock sliding out of the feminine buck's throat lewdly, the flare popping as a few last shots splattered onto his brown fur. The deer panted lightly and crawled back, getting up with his belly sloshing, his ass leaking still after the last few dozen loads she had pumped inside him as she worked. "Thanks." She slapped his ass and waited for a bit. While Cory waddled his way to the company's dressing room, the door to her office opened and a stacked snow leopard waltzed in, cock oozing spunk as a very bloated cheetah followed behind. "Are those the papers I had asked for last week?"

"Yes ma'am, sorry for the delay." The leopard looked down, avoiding her steel gaze.

"You'll have to get punished for it. Cory has the day off tomorrow, I expect you to be under my desk by 10 am, lubed up and ready to learn how to suck cock." She eyed him and then put the papers onto her desk, her hooves clicking on the hardwood floor. The deer waddled his way back into the office and gave her a small bag which she grabbed gently. "Have a good day, I'll be turning off my phone for the rest of the day."

"Is it that time of the month already?" The leopard followed behind, his personal entourage now somewhere else as his privileges had clearly been revoked till the boss of the company told her it was fine to service her senior. Maria mooed, her cock still hard and oozing cum onto the floor.

"Yeah, my son should be done laying soon so I'll get home and find him ready for another load." She winked at the leopard. "If you do a good job getting back in my graces I'll let you visit and use my husband for a day, but you gotta do it well or else no more access to the office cumdumps for a month." The male whined but nodded, returning to his duties as his rock hard cock stood alone and throbbing. The heifer smirked, proud of what she had achieved, her steps confident and brisk while exiting the company her husband had once worked at.

It had taken her barely two months of hard work to get to the level he had achieved in ten years, and a few more months till she was at the very top of the office chain. It had been a bit of luck that had helped her speed things along when a big hotshot dragon had barged in the office and asked to get enough billboards to cover the entire city to announce of his daughter's pregnancy and had asked the heifer to do the job. Apparently the results had been so good she had been recommended by said dragon warmly and with him being the musky overlord of the entire city she had found herself in a lovely position. She hadn't sat on her plump ass and instead used that burst of fame to score enough jobs and enough spots to get at the top of the food chain. Not that her having a musk so potent people knelt and huffed her ass before even asking for her help with an ad campaign did not help. Maria was talented and her body was the kind of body that this new world worshipped, and she loved it. Long gone was the meek housewife, not that she didn't enjoy doing chores at home or lazing around with her son, it was just that she was satisfied.

"I'm home!" She barged through the door of their new apartment, a two story, three bedroom, two bath kinda place. Her hooves splashed in a thick puddle of cum immediately, the healthy, dense, mind-numbing reek of sex and spunk in the air so potent she felt her udder gush from a single breath. Her husband rushed to the entrance, on his knees and already slobbering over her cock, his mouth dancing over her flesh as his tail wagged. "Where's Dario?"

"Laying..." Reginald yipped and finished cleaning his wife's... his master's shaft and udder, turning around so that she could spank him as a reward for being a good dog. The slap echoed loudly in the heated air of the apartment, his cock spurting a nice load right then and there.

"Alright, get something nice for dinner, we'll eat in bed and you can join after I'm done cramming another clutch in my broodmother." She smiled and headed upstairs.

The sounds coming from the laying room were riling her up, the waterfall of cum and fluids maddeningly potent and fragrant. Every month Dario would lay, and every month she'd pump him full of her seed to make him lay again the next month. Every time he laid more and more, already their children were in the triple digits and it had barely been a year and a half since the Big Mess. The heifer stepped in the room just in time to see her hen arch his back as his cock gushed and fired a wrist-thick load on the ceiling as an egg as big as a watermelon slid out of his cloaca, the titanic egg immediately carried away by a young lizard that she had hired as his personal attendant during the laying periods. Maria's cock throbbed at the sight, the cow not even saying hello to the gasping, moaning mess as she simply grabbed his legs and shoved her cock inside him. He came hard and clucked, firing another few thick loads all over the place.

"Miss, good afternoon." The lizard bowed, reaching behind the heifer and kissing her pussy and tailhole, nuzzling the fat pucker as the herm picked up her pace and began breeding the hen.

"How many eggs this time?"

"A fairly big increase... I counted over thirty nine." The lizard murred as she saw the master of the house nearly cum on the spot as she said that, now massaging the fat udder to help coax more cum out of the taut organ.

"Let's get to forty for next month then." Maria mooed and slammed her hips against Dario's crotch hard, bending over to kiss him as her cum pooled in his chamber and began to assault his egg-makers. As his gut swelled beneath her, the towering heifer wondered how long till she'd see her hen lay a hundred eggs every month. It'd take a while, but she was sure she'd get there eventually.