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It all began at puberty.

Nickolas had been a late bloomer. He was in college when the embarrassing changes finally started showing themselves. That in itself wasn't unusual; the deeper voice, stronger body odor, and several inches of height gain had all been expected, of course. Even the surge in his libido was nothing unusual for a healthy young fox his age.

But the hyper growth of his testicles and cock had been another matter, as was the overpowering effect of his pheromones on those around him.

The first time he began to suspect something was different about him-other than the enormous bulge in his pants that no amount of baggy clothing could hide from his peers-was when his own mother started acting differently around him.

"You're growing up to be such a handsome young man," she would remark, fixing him with a look he'd only ever seen her give his father before. She found any excuse to touch him: Combing his tail, playfully tracing the border of white fur on his muzzle over breakfast. He found her constant need to touch and stroke his coat unnerving. At least, at first.

But when she visited him that first night, in his bedroom, he finally understood what it was she wanted.

He had been experiencing a surge of hormones all day. No amount of jacking off had quelled his arousal. He had spent half the day locked in the bathroom, pretending to have diarrhea; in reality, he was fucking the toilet's U-bend, his cock huge enough to barely squeeze through the pipe. The smooth porcelain gave him just enough friction to bring him to orgasm, but the outpouring of cum eventually flooded the pipes, to the point where it started backing up and overflowing the bowl, even while he was still thrusting into it. His cum was thick, tar-like, and when no amount of flushing could clear it, he was forced reluctantly to tell his parents they would need to call a plumber.

After spending an hour cleaning up the mess he'd made of the bathroom, he had gone to bed frustrated and still horny. His release hadn't been satisfying at all.

That night he dreamt of a movie star he had the hots for, imagining her botoxed lips slurping over the head of his cock at the backstage of some private premiere. It felt so real, almost as if she was with him in his bedroom: Tongue lapping obscenely at his slit, feminine hands working his shaft in long, worshipful strokes. He pressed his head back against the pillow, his mouth falling open, and groaned in pleasure.

"Shh, love," came his mother's voice from close by. "We don't want to wake your father."

He bolted upright in bed, convinced the dream had taken a sudden turn into weird territory. But when he peered through the dark, he saw his mother sitting there, on the edge of his bed, lips glistening with saliva. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at him.

"Mom, what-"

"Lie back down, sweetie," she whispered. "Let Mommy take care of you, hmm?"

Some part of him wanted to jump out of bed and run out of the house, because this-this was not normal. But another, much larger and more insistent part, the part she wrapped her hands around again, the same part she sunk her mouth over and resumed sucking on like the world's most mouthwatering popsicle-that part convinced him to lie back down and pretend this was all still part of his dream.

Nobody had ever sucked his cock before. He never imagined that his own Mom would be his first time. It should bother him-shouldn't it? Only, it felt too good in the moment for him to think about that. He could feel her struggle to take more of him in her mouth, his sheer size flattening her tongue and rubbing exquisitely along the ridges of the roof of her mouth. She obviously wanted to take more of him in, but his size made it impossible; her jaw simply didn't open wide enough. In the end, all she could do was continue to suckle on his soft, spongy head, but it still felt incredible, and her tongue never stopped trying to curl around him and lick up all his leaking juices.

As his balls drew tight, Nickolas' mind span and his heart pounded in his chest. There, in the dark, with her loving husband sound asleep in the room next door, his own mother was slurping at his erection and softly moaning around it.

He hadn't lasted long after that. No amount of hushed warning convinced her to pull away from him before he started coming, quickly filling her mouth and then splashing over her lips, her eyes, her chin, her whole face. Neither of them would speak about it the next day, nor ever again, and he could almost convince himself that it was all a part of his dream.

Almost.

But occasionally he would catch her eye when she came to collect laundry from his room, or when she served him dinner, and for a split second there would be a glimmer of acknowledgement: A shared memory of the night she sucked his cock and eagerly drank down thick globs of his seed while he came in her face, most of it spilling back down over his hips and pooling on his stomach and soaking into his bedsheets.

Her eyes darted away, shame and embarrassment crowding them. As if she couldn't admit what she had done, even to herself.

But that didn't stop her from visiting him again a few days later and doing the exact same thing again.

That time, though, she had gone a step further: Nickolas had resigned himself to enjoying her attentions, despite how weird it seemed, but while he was still shaking through his orgasm, she had climbed over him and forced herself down onto his still-twitching, spurting cock. It had been an incredibly tight fit, but she forced herself to accommodate him: He felt her insides shift and stretch to make room for the obstruction, and then she let the wet heat of her cunt clench and suck another full orgasm out of him, all while he struggled not to make a sound.

Only after he had pumped his own Mother's womb so full of cum that her belly swelled to the size of a triplet pregnancy did she finally pull off of him, her cunt gaping wide and dribbling thick gloops onto his sheets. She left him to fall back asleep, confused and tingling all over.

It definitely wasn't normal. It was like she couldn't help herself. But at least it momentarily satisfied his raging libido.

He might have chalked it up to his mother having some sort of incestual fetish, which on reflection he didn't mind being a part of. But the strange magnetism of his loins didn't stop with just her, and soon it began causing all sorts of problems at college, too.

Ms Lynwood was his English professor: A Maine Coon cat, with fur so ravishing he had long fantasized about how it would feel running through his fingers. She was a classy, attractive woman, who all the male students had secret crushes on. But she wasn't the type to flirt, nor to break any of the school's rules. She could be quite stern when she needed to be.

Which is perhaps why Nickolas had not immediately picked up on the signals she had been sending him all morning. When her hand brushed his on the desk while handing him his assignment, it was clearly a mistake. And when she dropped her glasses on the way back to the front of the room, exactly in the right position where bending over to retrieve them presented her full, peach-shaped bottom mere inches from his face, it must have been an accident.

But as he stared at the shapely outline of her ass through the jersey pencil skirt, he couldn't help but imagine lifting up her clothes for a better view. He pictured shoving his muzzle against her underwear, sucking in a lungful of her mature, feminine musk and licking a long stripe from her pussy to her anus through the lace.

A wave of blood rushed to his cock at the racy image. Shit, he thought, holding his desk down. That was a mistake. Hard-ons at college were something he usually tried to avoid, because of how sheerly impossible they were to hide. But the thicker his cock grew beneath the desk, the harder it pressed up into it, threatening to lift the whole thing off the ground.

At least he was sitting down, but soon the bell would sound and he'd be expected to leave. He couldn't get up-not like this. He tried to will his arousal away, but the image of his teacher's saliva-soaked underwear stuck in his mind's eye like flypaper, and the more he imagined tasting her there, the more his mouth watered and his cock throbbed, beginning to stain a wet patch at the front of his pants with an unmistakable odor.

There was nothing he could do to prevent the scent soaking into the air and wafting around the room. Soon enough, every female in the room was staring at him, biting their lips, fidgeting in their seats. He smelled their arousal above his own, his cock growing so painfully hard where it was trapped that he would have to do something about it soon or his eyes might start watering.

But perhaps the strongest scent of all was coming from Ms Lynwood. Forgetting all her usual decorum, she had perched on a corner of her desk and was all but grinding herself against the wood, her skirt ridden up and her legs spread apart as she stared at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes. Nickolas stared in shock at the wet, sticky mark she was leaving on the desk, his nose twitching with the smell he could detect coming from her.

He wasn't the only one who noticed it.

"Miss, are you... okay?" one of the males a few rows behind asked.

"What is she doing?" another said, shocked at what they were seeing.

Nickolas was glad that his smell didn't affect them too, but it made the scene he was causing even more embarrassing. Ignoring them completely, Ms Lynwood slid off the desk and strode towards Nickolas' desk. Before he knew what was happening, she shoved the desk aside, allowing his massive erection to stick up between his legs in full view of his classmates. She straddled his lap, thighs bracketing him, the bulge of his cock wedged between them. Her hands scrabbled at his fly as if her life depended on getting his pants open.

"Miss Lynwood!" someone cried in disbelief, but all other sounds and distractions melted away from Nickolas' mind when she heaved his enormous member and swollen ballsack out into the open. A collective gasp rose around the room; males cowered in discomfort, their own inferiority laid bare, whereas the females stared at it with intense desire in their eyes. Covered in throbbing veins and flushed a deep crimson, his cock stood like a pillar of petrified flesh between their stomachs, rock-hard and tall enough that the head of it poked between where his teacher's large boobs pressed together beneath her shirt.

"Is that where it wants to go?" she crooned, leaning forward to glide her lips along his neck while she undid her shirt buttons. "I can help with that."

Nickolas gasped as she kissed and sucked along his neck. When she sat back again, her shirt was open. He stared helplessly at her impressive cleavage as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, letting her breasts bounce free.

"What are you waiting for, Nickolas?" she asked, something of her teacherly voice filtering through the thick fog of her arousal. "Shall I help you with your homework?"

He could only nod dumbly at the suggestion. He was keenly aware of everyone else in the class watching them, watching the fluid leaking steadily from the tip of his exposed cock, watching as their teacher pressed her breasts together with both hands and slid his dripping cock between them. Nickolas gripped the edge of his seat, groaning as her warm skin enveloped his massive member, molding to its shape like a soft, fleshy glove. He thrust up into it, and when the tip of him emerged from the top of her cleavage, she put her lips there and formed an air-tight seal around him, lapping away at the pre-orgasmic discharge his tightening balls were beginning to send.

It felt so impossibly good that he couldn't help but thrust up between her breasts and into her waiting mouth. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the way his massive member squeezed through the gap of her tits. Her nipples were hardened nubs of arousal, flushed as pink as her face as he fucked into her mouth with rising urgency.

Being sucked off by his mother had been strange enough, but that at least had been in secret. Now he was ramming his giant, erect cock between his teacher's tits and into her mouth in full view of a classroom of his peers. Perhaps the strangest part of all was how little he cared about them watching. Hormones coursed through his blood, and his own teacher was rubbing a wet patch against his left thigh-there was nothing about this he didn't love.

The more of his salty pre-cum she swallowed, the more desperate her motions became, until she couldn't hold herself back any longer and stood up over him, tearing her skirt off her hips and ripping her underwear off. Almost in a frenzy, she forced herself down onto him, her mouth dropping open in a silent cry at the way he stretched her open. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as he gradually squeezed inside her, inch by inch, the fit so tight he wasn't even sure how it could be physically possible.

But she made it possible. She wasn't giving up until she was fully seated. And soon enough, their thighs were pressed flush together, her stomach bulging with the thick pillar of his cock throbbing deep inside her. Just the sight of her belly moving with every pulse of his heartbeat sent Nickolas wild; taking charge, he grabbed her hips and held on as he started fucking into her with all the energy a horny teenager can have. She held onto his shoulders as he bounced her over and over on his cock, their moans growing louder as his thrusts grew more frantic and out of control.

She came the moment the first thick spurt of his seed splashed inside her. As she gasped and shuddered, her muscles milked him in quivering waves, and if he wasn't already pumping her with a thick stream of cum her body would surely be sucking it out of him through sheer force of pressure. Nickolas held onto her with an iron grip, their hips locked together, his cock buried so deep that it was meeting with and cumming directly into her rippling womb, which stretched like a balloon the more he filled her up.

He had never had an orgasm last this long in his life. Yet it went on for long minutes, his entire body tingling, his balls clenching so hard it was a wonder she didn't shoot off him with the force of each spurt. His grip tightened to keep her on him, and he watched, rapt, at the way her stomach expanded with the volume of cum he was pumping into her. Soon it was so large that the sheer size of it lifted her breasts up, making them appear twice their usual size, her hardened nipples pointed up towards her own face.

It took several minutes for Nickolas to regain his senses. When he did, he heard the chorus of moans surrounding them: All the other females in the room, who had been watching them and breathing in his heavy musk, were having intense orgasms of their own. Some manually: One hand lost beneath their clothes, fingers rubbing furious circles around their clits. Others were simply shuddering in their seats, their mouths hanging open and drooling slightly as their pelvic muscles quivered and pulsed of their own accord.

The males, for the most part, sat in baffled silence by the scene. But so much feminine arousal in one room had had a knock-on effect, and even some of them had started masturbating to it. Their little spurts of cum were nothing in comparison to the gallons of it pulsing out of Nickolas' cock and into the teacher's bloated womb.

With everyone in the room apparently fully on board with what was happening, they might have even gotten away with it. Except, their noisy moaning must have been heard from the hallway outside. Nickolas was still buried inside his teacher, the two of them still shaking and coming together, when a scandalized voice rang out from the doorway.

"What on EARTH are you doing, Ms Lynwood?! Get off him this instant!"

It was the college's Dean of Education, a bull with a booming voice and a fiery temper. His anger was powerful enough to break the spell between them. Reluctantly, Ms Lynwood lifted herself off Nickolas' still-twitching cock, her chest heaving with exhaustion. As she did so, a torrent of thick, glue-like cum oozed out from her gaping hole, thoroughly coating Nickolas' thighs and pooling on the carpeted floor beneath them.

The bull's eyes widened in shock when he saw the full size of Nickolas' erection. He glanced around the room, only then recognizing the effect it was having on everyone, not just their teacher.

"Ms. Lynwood, you'll clean yourself up and meet with me in my office in ten minutes," he said, his eyes glued to her naked, cum-splashed breasts and bulging stomach. She appeared utterly unashamed of her nakedness; in fact, the look she was giving him suggested she had plans of her own for that meeting.

"Yes, Mr. Francis," she said, smiling at him with sultry eyes. The Dean very nearly smiled back at her, before remembering they weren't yet alone.

"And as for you," he declared to Nickolas, who still sat there with his big red cock dribbling a steady flow of milky liquid, "I-I think you need to see a doctor, young man. That's... That's not natural."

Mr. Francis absently covered his own crotch with both hands before leaving, his cheeks reddening with barely concealed shame. Ms. Lynwood followed him, her skirt still ridden up around her hips and her breasts fully exposed, heedless of who else might see.

So it was that Nickolas went home that evening and scoured the internet for similar cases to his.

While there were plenty of instances of hyper-sexual males, none exhibited the same hyper-size and hyper-scent that he did. He contacted every doctor, health clinic and research group he could find within a five hundred mile radius. Most brushed him off, either believing him to just be making the story up, or else condemning him for being so irresponsibly promiscuous. He tried to explain that he couldn't help it, that his cock was hard and his balls ached almost every day of his life, that he could cum all day if he just never stopped jacking himself off, but that was usually when they hung up the phone with a disgusted scoff.

About a week later, the local news ran a story about Ms. Lynwood's record-breaking pregnancy: Eighteen kittens, all extremely healthy and growing incredibly fast. Nickolas was fortunate that she wasn't spilling his identity to the media, otherwise they'd already be hounding him day or night. But it was perhaps the only reason why one researcher stayed on the phone with him, sounding genuinely interested in Nickolas' story.

"And it's been this way ever since puberty hit?" they asked. "Very well. We'd like you to come in for an evaluation. When are you free to travel?"

One short flight later, Nickolas found himself standing in a parking lot behind a hospital complex, staring up at a featureless white building. He entered through its glass doors and found a small, undecorated front desk next to a pair of metal elevator doors. The receptionist glanced up quickly, as if surprised to see anyone there.

"Can I help you?" the hare asked automatically. But on seeing Nickolas standing there with his uniquely huge package, his face beamed with sudden enthusiasm. "Ah, Mr. Tanner! We've been expecting you. Thanks for coming. Please, allow me to escort you up."

Nickolas thanked him and they rode the elevator up in awkward silence. They made their way through the warren of hallways and through a door marked 'Virility Assessment Suite'.

"Please, take a seat," the hare offered once Nickolas had followed him inside. "The team will be with you shortly."

"Team?" Nickolas asked. But when he turned around, the hare was already gone, hurried footsteps fading as he sped back down the hall.

Nickolas hugged his chest and glanced around. The room looked a bit like a dentist's office: White, sterile, surrounded by cabinets and trolleys of instruments and boxes of latex clothes. There were several machines humming softly in the room, some built into the walls, others free-standing. The oddest of them hung from the ceiling: A long, flexible black tube, running through some sort of hinged framework. His eyes followed the tube up to the ceiling, where it disappeared through the tiles to a destination unknown. A small glowing monitor and control panel were affixed to one side. Nickolas could only guess as to its purpose.

Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. What were they planning to do with him?

The only place to sit was a long, padded table in the middle of the room. Nickolas perched himself on it nervously and waited.

After several minutes, he was joined by four researchers in crisp white coats. They were all reptilian: Three bearded dragon males, and one hooded cobra female. The males greeted him with warm handshakes, but when the female glimpsed the size of the bulge in Nickolas' pants, her slitted eyes glazed over with a look of unmasked lust.

"Mr. Tanner, we'd like to run a series of tests," one of the males said, before launching into a long wishlist like a kid asking for all the toys from Santa. Apparently, Nickolas represented a unique and valuable opportunity for them. It was Nickolas' turn to glaze over, barely registering the barrage of scientific jargon they expected him to understand. By the end, he was so overwhelmed with information that he signed the form they handed him without thinking too much over it.

"You're going to need to take off your clothes," one of the males instructed. "Don't be shy. We study male physiology and sexuality for a living. There's nothing we haven't seen before!"

Nickolas nodded and reluctantly started stripping his clothes. It felt weird to be naked in front of a group of strangers, but at that point, he only cared about getting answers. If it meant being poked and prodded at for hours by a bunch of scientists, he could think of far worse hardships.

When his pants came down, the researchers couldn't help but gasp. Perhaps they thought he'd been lying before, that stripping down would reveal his pants were stuffed with rolled up t-shirts or several large water balloons. But on seeing his anatomy in the flesh, they couldn't hide their shock.

"Okay, now there's nothing we haven't seen before," one of them quipped. The female's tongue flicked wildly between her lips, her senses clearly stimulated by the rush of Nickolas' scent.

"Please, lie down on the table," another of the males instructed, his eyes glued to Nickolas' groin. Even while it was soft, his cock was impressively thick. It looked almost like a sausage dog wrapped in a blanket like a taco and stuffed between his legs.

Nickolas did as instructed. The table was surprisingly comfortable. When he was settled, the researchers began attaching various probes and monitors to him, until he was covered in sticky pads with wires leading off to the surrounding machines. Even his sack had a wire attached at the perineum, perhaps to measure flow output or blood pressure. Then he heard most of them leave the room-except for one.

"You'll need to be aroused for us to take some readings," the female explained. "We thought you'd be more comfortable if the others waited outside for this."

He didn't know how to respond, so he said nothing and simply stared at the ceiling. She took his silence as assent, because a moment later, he felt her hands smoothing over his bare stomach and down towards his groin. Blood rushed through his body as if chasing it, and he bit his lip as she smoothed her palms across the silky skin of his cock and massaged it to life.

"There we go," she soothed, her voice growing husky as his girth filled out and his musk grew stronger. "You're relaxing now, hmm? Not so nervous now that it feels good."

She was right; he'd been apprehensive before, but now he couldn't think why. If they wanted to get him hard, then they probably wanted to make him come at some point, too, and that was nothing to be nervous over.

"I can't believe how huge it is," the cobra remarked, seemingly talking to herself. "I wonder... Has anyone given you head before, Nickolas?"

"Um... Sort of," he replied, recalling the nights his Mother visited him. He thought it simpler not to try to explain that one. "It didn't fit."

"Then she clearly wasn't reptilian."

He registered the smirk in her voice moments before she climbed onto the table. His eyes snapped down just quickly enough to witness the head of his cock disappearing between her lips, the spongy flesh enveloped in soft, wet heat. The sensation forced a moan from him, but it was nothing compared to the slow, exquisite friction he felt when even more of her mouth sank over him.

It seemed impossible that anyone could actually fit more than the head of his cock inside such a narrow space. Yet despite what must have been an uncomfortable fit, she refused to give in. Her jaws unhinged and her mouth expanding to take him further, and as the inches slid back behind her forked tongue to meet the narrowing of her long throat, she only grew more eager to swallow him down.

Nickolas could already feel his balls clenching. Images flooded his mind, a fantasy of shooting his load down that long throat seemingly coming to life before his eyes. Her throat was an eager vessel, shimmying its way gradually down over his massive length. Her neck had grown distended as it reshaped itself around him, the distinct bump of his glans penis visible between the hundreds of undulating muscles that forced him ever deeper towards her stomach. The heat, pressure and friction sparked a pleasure so deep in Nickolas' core that it blanked his mind, his whole body shivering with it.

Eventually her face was pressed to his hips, the full length of his cock squeezed into her throat, and Nickolas was ready to explode even before her tongue slid out and curled itself around one of his enormous, swollen balls. The combined stimulation focused his pleasure like a spike of electricity at the base of his cock, and before he could shout out a warning, his hips jerked and his cock started squirting a syrupy stream of cum into her stomach.

The clenching, rhythmic movements of her neck drove his orgasm to new heights. He gripped the table, his voice forced out on a rush of strained breath. When there was no more room left in her stomach, cum started gushing out of her nose, but she didn't let up, still greedily milking him for all he was worth.

A distant part of him worried she would pass out soon, but he couldn't latch onto the thought long enough to do anything about it. He couldn't stop coming inside her, not with her attached to him like a horny suction pump, her stomach expanding to such a size that the liquid inside it weighed her down, lifted her legs up and rolled her forwards, forcing her mouth to stay firmly plugged by his jerking member.

It was fortunate, then, that the other researchers chose that time to check on the pair. On finding their colleague stuck and starting to resemble a cum-filled balloon more than a person, they quickly pulled her off Nickolas' gushing cock and squeezed the creamy goop out of her throat so she could breathe. Nickolas' could hear her gasping and coughing as they escorted her out of the room.

"She'll be fine," one of the males assured him. "Not like she hasn't done the same with each of us. Not that any of us had the capacity to sate her appetite like you did," he said, grinning. "Looks like we're going to need to drain those stores a bit, hmm?"

Nickolas' barely registered his words. His body was still quivering with waves of pleasure. He almost thought the cobra had returned when something tight and wet squeezed back over his cock, but then he remembered the black tube that hung from the ceiling. The researcher wasted no time affixing it to the table with the straps, as well as tying the rest over Nickolas' arms and legs so that he couldn't move.

"This is just for your safety," he assured, before a switch was flicked and a rhythmic suction brought Nickolas' waning orgasm back to full force. The tube shuddered and gurgled with the sounds of his cum being swallowed away through the ceiling.

"This machine will continue to extract your seed until it detects there's nothing left to collect," the male explained. "The process is automatic, so please relax and let it do its thing. We'll be back to check on you shortly."

With that, he left Nickolas alone to his orgasm.

The machine pumped his cock in a steady, mechanical rhythm, dragging wave after fresh wave of pleasure all the way from the tips of his toes and the ends of his fingers. One orgasm rolled seamlessly into the next, and it felt heavenly; he never wanted it to end. Fortunately for him, the machine could never get tired, nor did it need to breathe, so the suction continued, filling the room with the wet smacking sounds of its rubber tip pumping rhythmically over the twitching, pulsing flesh that fed it.

It could have been minutes til the researchers returned, or hours. Time had lost all meaning to Nickolas, whose mind floated in a daze of constant intense pleasure, soft moans creaking out of his throat without end. He watched one of them take some readings from the pump's screen, glance at him with a concerned expression, before leaving the room again. Voices drifted to his ear from outside the room; someone was asking if there was an override.

Someone else replied that the process couldn't be canceled.

Another long period of time drifted by on waves of wonderful friction, and Nickolas forgot about the conversation, or even why he was there to begin with. All that mattered was that he was still coming, hot liquid still streaming through his cock, thick like glue. Then something changed: The pace of the pump sped up a notch. In turn, he started coming even harder into it.

The researchers were back in the room. Their voices sounded worried. Nickolas wanted to reassure them everything was fine, but the only sounds he could make anymore were grunts and high-pitched whines. His hips were desperately trying to fuck up into the machine, whose pace remained maddeningly unchangeable, but the straps kept his ass firmly planted to the table.

"We can't even use these readings," someone argued. "The sperm content is so high that the analyzer can't take an accurate measurement. It's off the chart."

"Can't we cut the power?" another asked. "How long until the banks are full?"

"We can't shut it off. The system has its own backup to ensure uninterrupted testing." The speaker appeared over Nickolas then, looking down at him with a concerned expression. "At this rate, he'd fill them up in under a week. But the machine is only going to continue cranking up the intensity in the meantime. It thinks it's not doing a good enough job..."

Their conclusion sounded dire. True enough, it wasn't long before the pump sped up even further, pistons working overtime to milk the oversized cock stuffed inside its lubricated rubber tube. Nickolas could finally feel the drag of the suction in his balls now, but still they produced enough cum to trick the machine into not stopping.

In another part of the building, an alarm began to sound.

Later, Nickolas would learn he had indeed been strapped to the machine and milked for a full week straight, his body's needs being taken care of by the researchers who kept him fed and hydrated. He didn't remember any of that. He only remembered coming, so hard and for so long, that eventually the entire building began to shake.

The vibrations traveled through his padded table like it was a massage chair. It was subtle at first, but soon built in intensity until it felt like an earthquake was happening. Panicked voices echoed down the halls, and when the shaking grew so violent it seemed the table itself would tip over, the whole room shifted with what felt like a minor explosion, sending medical supplies and instruments flying from the shelves and clattering to the floor.

The collection tanks that had been storing Nickolas' copious sperm had burst, sending thousands of gallons of his seed spraying out from the side of the building like a burst water main. A tsunami of white ooze submerged the hospital parking lot and flooded the surrounding area. Everything nearby had been drenched in the sticky goop: Trees, cars, people. The choking smell of it had caused every female within a mile radius to instantly fall to their knees and start masturbating furiously, while those closest to the eruption had orgasmed where they stood, licking the sprayed cum droplets off their faces and scooping handfuls of it from the ground, fucking themselves with cum-soaked fingers in a breeding-induced frenzy.

The event made worldwide news, causing Nickolas to become the most famous male on the planet overnight. Cleanup of the hospital grounds took weeks, and random splashes of his cum were found all across the city, the initial spray having covered a much larger area than previously thought. In the wake of the explosion, hundreds of females who had been close enough to Ground Zero had fallen pregnant, leading to a city-wide shortage of maternity beds in the coming months. As news of this hyper-fertility spread, women the world over demanded the opportunity to breed with him; males were equal parts jealous, emasculated, or impressed by him.

Despite what happened, Nickolas hadn't been harmed at all by the explosion, having been strapped quite safe and secure to his table. For him, his visit to the V.A.S. Center had been nothing but a pleasurable experience. So when the researchers asked if they could run additional tests, his answer had taken no thought at all.

"When do we start?"