FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Hey? A mutual friend of ours put me in contact?" A female Eevee spoke into the mouthpiece of the payphone, the middle one in a row of spread payphones most of which missing their handpieces or vandalized beyond use. The grungy street where she stood was empty, apartment lights spread out onto the nearby street, overlapping the light of the streetlamps, which flickered and when they weren't outputting any light, would output small bursts of dim light in a minuscule circle onto the street, only to be outmatched by the artificial lights of the apartments, or the moonlight itself, if it managed to find a space between the cement trees that populated the city of Centrico. A lone silver hatchback sat behind her, unoccupied. Its keys bounced and jingled in the Eevee's pockets. The denim shorts they sat within tightly clung to her body, just managing to cover her fairly large width especially her rear buns which slightly slumped out from the bottom, pressing against the rear of her thighs. Her frontal junk wasn't so subtly hidden, its outline bulging through the front of her shorts. Her perky cleavage was neatly contained in a pink crop top, tied from the bottom of her bosom and revealing a small window through an unbuttoned partition, the tip of her black bra covering half of her double D tanks, the rest being covered by her chest fur which ran down the gap between her breasts and puffed out through the window. Her forming pot belly's curve was highlighted by the lack of coverage, jutting out for a few centimeters before retracting into the tip of her shorts. Every slight move she made was met by eccentric jiggling from her neatly maintained assets, bounding and jostling her clothing.

"Jenny Roseman, I know who you are, sister. You're after some work." A coarse voice croaked into the earpiece, like sandpaper. Though for the macho in his voice it came through onto her end with crystal clarity.

"Just like everyone else in this city, sir." Jenny's silky voice contrasted the man's, her smooth, velvety voice carried itself through the earpiece onto the other side. "What are you offering?"

"Let me put it like this: People come to me when they need... something handled." The voice explained, his tone not changing or adjusting for the pause, retaining the formality of the conversation. "I come to people like you when I need someone handled. Do you understand, sister?"

"I understand," Jenny quickly blurted out, nodding to herself. "But how do you know I'm suited for this kind of work?"

"Let me put it like this: MicDowell's threw you in the gutter for 'primitive behavior'. My work surrounds that 'primitive behavior', it's not an indulgence many pokemon, especially in this city, partake in." The voice paused for a few seconds, allowing Jenny's mind the register the information before he pursued with a similar question: "Do you understand, sister?"

"I understand, sir."

"When you've taken care of something for me, call me on my cellular, but no specifics." The voice returned to formalities. "Our mutual friend is good at that. I only talk business on a hard line."

One final question came from the other side of the handpiece.

"Do you wish to begin our business, sister?"

Jenny paused for a second, holding the handpiece closer to her head, pressing it against her ear and curving down onto her cheek. she lifted it once again and spoke her answer. "Yes, sir."

"I've been sitting on this file for some time, you'll be dealing with one 'problem' my client is requesting assistance with. They are attending a public boat party in the docks in EastCykes near Exalt Avenue. You are being relied on to eliminate them. The contact has left items under a truck on the pier to assist you." The voice explained, Jenny spotted a large cruise ship entering the city earlier, near the location that the anonymous fixer expedited, she removed her keys from her pocket, pointing the fob to the car and pressing on the unlocked padlock, the turn signals lit up in a pattern and repeated it for a few seconds.

"It's done," Jenny replied, a silent acknowledgment filled the next few seconds.

"My cellular is taped under the phone. The client will be watching. Good luck, sister." His voice hasted in tone, completing with a distinct clink! followed by the tonal beep! beep! beep!

Jenny ripped the tape from the phone, collecting a small piece of paper. A collection of 12 numbers appeared to be cut out from a magazine and glued to the note were placed in orders in clusters of 4. Jenny removed a black flip phone from her pockets, flipped it open, and navigated to her contacts as she moved into her car. Placing the note on her dashboard, she carefully inputted the number and registered it as a contact under 'Fixer'. Inserting the keys into her ignition, Jenny twisted them, igniting the engine and bringing the car to life.

The streets of Centrico were eerily quiet, for the most part. Sure, the evening was starting to kick in and most Pokemon were firmly rooted in their homes, yet for a restless city, the streets appeared to be in reasonable slumber in the city's Northern Quater, known officially as the Cykes' split into EastCykes, WestCykes, SouthCykes, and NorthCykes. Passing onto Exalt Avenue, a neat segment of EastCykes filled with condos, small homes attached to each other through strips of the street, and a few rolling hills containing smaller streets with villas and large homes. Splintering off to the left however, was the solitude of Cykes docks, a place most common for illicit smuggling of objects to people, especially from Astona, to hosting wild yacht and boat parties, commonly by the rich kids from the villas. Allowing all Pokemon of all varieties inside to share an evening of wild high-energy festivities. Jenny pulled up into the docking area, finding a small area to park within the sea of cars littered around the area, most parked incredulously to find an appropriate area to sit. Jenny exited her car, her head instantly focusing on the massive cruise ship, she could sight Pokemon on the open deck sitting on the bow of the ship, looking and pointing towards the city, some were doing the obvious romanticism while others smoked or left to get a breather from the wildness inside. She then walked through the collection of vehicles, only finding sedans, hatchbacks, and the occasional supercar, it seemed that the client's drop wasn't anywhere to be found...

Sitting in the quiet shade of the secondary pier was a white pickup truck, separated from the other parked vehicles standing out with an additional red lining design, running from the headlight to the rear of the truck though the amount of dirt displayed tainted the white paint and muted the reflectiveness of the vinyl. its cabin was empty but had two fuzzy dice charms swaying from the front mirror. Jenny quickly closed in on it, peering into the window. Nothing but a MicDowell's branded soda cup in the holder with random packets of snacks and other knick-knacks sitting on the seats and footwell. Lowering her profile, Jenny peered beneath the truck. Nothing alive hiding beneath, fortunately, but she did spy the outlines of a few items stashed there thanks to the brightness of the vessel docked nearby. The items were... bizarre. A large string of condoms, all in pristine packaging and sporting a variety of different colors with the size described on the packaging as 'one size fits all', a bright pink thong and bra, Jenny rubbed it against her fingers. Latex. It was a latex thong of oddly accurate size to her proportions according to the labels, a ticket specifically stating 'worker' access a small dotted line on the right allowed it to easily be torn off, and a picture of the target. A Pikachu, clearly approaching his middle age, dressed smartly in a charcoal blazer with a white shirt matched with a red tie, his charcoal pants secured tightly around his crotch by a brown belt reached down his legs into a pair of brown shoes, polished to perfection. A silver digital watch tightly clung to his right hand with a golden ring located on his ring finger which had a lighter shade of yellow compared to his other fingers. His eyes had slight black bags beneath them, dragging his bottom eyelids down with them. His head was covered with a black and white striped fedora, pressing his ears down and making them spread away from his head. Jenny flipped to the rear of the image, on the white background in sloppy handwriting was written:

Sister,

You may recognize this man from the bogus speeches and constant bilge he spews on a daily basis, the abhorrent mayoral candidate Bryce Crayne. Contrary to what this 'man' preaches, he has a weakness for women who are packing something extra. It should be easy enough to seduce him and get him to his rented dwelling. How you consume him is up to you.

Make it enjoyable and I'll throw in a tip to our mutual friend.

"Wasn't what I expected..." Jenny mused to herself, moving out from behind the cover of the truck and looking at the cruise ship. "But I won't turn up the chance to get one less right-wing politician on the planet."

...

"More of you workin' girls showing up?" The Throh guarding the entrance curtly commented on the ticket, tearing off the right side of the ticket. "Alright, Sis. In you go, the dressing room is on the main party area located in the midship."

Jenny ascended the stairs into the ship, entering a small hallway, her ears were instantly hit with loud house music rocking the entire ship, rattling the doors, and bouncing from the walls. Groups of Pokemon were crowded around corners and sides of the hallway, most holding drinks and talking with one another loudly, their shouts overlapping the music which became more like background noises with the sobriety of each conversation being questioned from passing ears. The floors were covered in all forms of dirt accumulated from the party attendants. Jenny navigated through the claustrophobic hallways, finding signs pointing her towards the main deck dance floor, the music loudening in intensity and drowning out any conversation, she found a large staircase ascending to two large doors, through the glass, Jenny could see lights flashing through the glass, different colored beams shot through onto the wall behind her. Jenny ascended the staircase, entering the main dance area. The intense music slammed her ears as she closed the door behind her, confetti ridden floors were occupied by Pokemon of different species, statuses, genders, and sexualities, all mingling and chatting amidst the music, which was being DJed by a Shiny Eevee, attending the turntables and dancing along with the pokemon on the dance floor, which was attached to an elevated platform with a row of dancing poles with different women performing their routines on stage, a boardwalk attached to the platform led back behind a set of curtains to the dressing room to which Jenny located to the left of the dance area next to sets of booths, populated by large groups of pokemon, drinking and eating food provided by the bar, which was located to Jenny's immediate right. On each side of the hall, lay exits to the outer deck which led to the bow. All the dancers on the dance floor were equipped with glow sticks, aggressively swinging them to the beat of the music. Jenny hastily moved into the dressing room. An admittedly small room, with one table for hair and makeup, with a couple of stalls to the right of it for changing. An Absol accompanied one of the tree stools on the desk, applying eye-liner

"Gah, I wish I had brought a bag..." Jenny sighed, dropping her items from under the truck onto the desk, occupying the second stool next to the Absol.

"Need a bag?" The Absol tilted her head up to Jenny, placing her eyeliner on the table. "I have an extra if you want." She smiled.

"Oh! That'd be awesome!" Jenny responded positively, sighing with relief. The Absol passed an empty plastic bag, Jenny deposited all of her items inside, wrapping it around her left wrist. "Thank you!"

"No problem." The Absol nodded, returning to her makeup. "I saw you packing a lot of rubber, planning to get dicked down?" She casually queried with a smirk.

"I heard someone specific was here tonight, hoping to get a piece of him!" Jenny answered with a slight giggle, tossing her bag inside a vacant booth through the curtains.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." The Absol nodded. "I'm Maya by the way."

"Jenny," Jenny responded, placing a hand on Maya's shoulder. "I'll see you around?"

"Sure," Maya responded, removing a small piece of paper from her bra, and slipping it between Jenny's index and middle finger. "That card has my number on it, feel free to call me sometime. I'm meeting up with some of my friends after I do some performances, feel free to join if you'd like."

"I might just do that." Jenny positively replied, walking into the cubicle.

Jenny quickly removed her crop top, hooking it in her arms and throwing it over her chest, followed by her shorts, quickly slipping down her legs and stepping out of its fabric rings. She unbuttoned her bra, throwing it on top of her shorts, followed by her underwear. Then, she threw on her thong, sliding up her legs, firmly placing it over her cock, just managing to secure it in its flaccid form. The bra barely managed to cover the front of her breasts, the nipples sticking out like sore thumbs. She stared into the mirror inside the cubicle, striking a few poses, getting the feeling of what she was trying to emulate. Completing the look, she took the role of condoms and stuffed them in her underwear, allowing most of it to extend out and sway above her left leg.

"I... I look like a MILF." Jenny commented a massive grin on her face, striking another pose. "Yep, the 20-year-old MILF, that's me!"

"Now... uhm... hey- hey there big boy- no that sounds too cheesy..."

"H-hey you, I see you- out in the cold, would you-... Nope..."

"Why the long face? I can turn that into a long sch- god no that'll spook him if anything..."

"Erm... hi-hi there- are- no... you lon- arggh I lost it there!"

How do these girls say these things with a straight face? Jenny sighed in her thinking, looking at herself once more in the mirror. You know what? I'll try it the way I'd imagine my mom talking up some guy, I've seen it enough to know her song and dance...

Jenny cleared her throat, leaning forward towards the mirror, cupping both of her breasts with her respective hands and smirking. "Hey there, big guy~" she cooed to the mirror. "Looks like you're pretty lonely over here!"

Jenny punched the air, beaming. "That'll get my foot in the door!" After recovering from her brief celebration, Jenny deposited her clothes into the bag, threw it over her wrist, and walked out of the cubicle. Maya had left in the time she was inside, Jenny spotted a matching purple lipstick sitting on the desk exactly where Maya once sat. Jenny swiped it, rolling the purple stick out fully, and slowly applied it to her lips, puckering her lips in the mirror. Perfect. Jenny left the lipstick on the desk on her way out.

Alright, time to find that politician... Jenny thought to herself, looking from one side to the other. There, in one of the few booths on the right side of the hall. There he sat, Black blazer and pants, white shirt, red tie, striped fedora... Yep, that's my guy alright. Okay Jen, smooth moves, smooth moves...

Jenny moved across the hallway, with deliberate and determined steps, her footsteps drowned out by the music and the louder-heeled footsteps of other females. The Pikachu's eyesight focused on Maya, who was dancing on one of the poles, her body ascended up the pole by clamping her legs around the pole, forcing herself upwards, releasing her legs and then pressing them back against the pole then fully opening her body, reaching across the pole. Something between her legs pressed against the red latex of her thong as she performed, cheered on by the roars of the dancers on the floor.

"Hey there, big guy~" Jenny spoke to Bryce, his left pupil focused on the Eevee as she sat down at the far end of the circular booth. Her hands cupped each breast and pushed slightly towards him. "Looks like you're pretty lonely over here!"

"I sure am." His brass voice responded, overlapping the music in his brief sentence. "Come on over, let's be lonely together." Jenny shimmied over to him, sliding her rump across the plush red cushion, pressing herself into the right side of his body.

"Enjoying the night so far?" Jenny cooed into his left ear, rubbing the sleeve of his blazer covering the left arm, he held out, scooping the rear of Jenny's head into the left side of his body, locking her head between his arm and body.

"Now that you're here," He flirted in return with a smile, reaching his right hand over and patting Jenny's head. "You remind me a lot of my wife, but you have gained in all the right places~"

"Just like all of us," Jenny giggled, pressing a kiss on Bryce's cheek, marking it with a thick purple outline on his fur. "Making ourselves the most appealing of the bunch."

"That Maya up there, I know her." Bryce motioned to Absol dancing on the pole, heaving herself from the pole, flipping in mid-air, and clasping back onto the pole with her legs. "I love it when the girls pack heat, it's so... exhilarating."

"Aren't you the mayoral candidate, Bryce Crayne?" Jenny asked, gaining the man's full attention, looking into her eyes. "I thought you campaigned against gender and sexual minorities?"

"Ahhhh, but they've been accepted in our society since the Judgement!" Bryce answered with a hearty laugh, ruffling her chest fur. "I'm only capitalizing on the Astonans who are coming in and want someone who shares their values! The ones that come here not to flee from the rampant discrimination anyway..."

"What a dirty little secret..." Jenny smirked, sliding under Bryce's grip and lying down on the circular couch, spreading her legs and emphasizing her crotch. "I have a massive secret who is difficult to hide~"

Bryce's smile transformed into a full-toothed grin. "Now would you look at that?" He placed his left hand on Jenny's junk, placing his index finger on the tip. "Feels tense down there, why don't I help you relieve some of that tension, as long as you keep quiet, obviously."

"Sure," Jenny returned a giant smirk with a few sensual thrusts. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?"

"You're a girl who gets right down to business," Bryce commented, removing a key from his breast pocket, and revealing it to Jenny. "I'm a man of business, let's go to my personal domain..."

...

Through the music-filled walls of the ship and led by Bryce, the two entered a section of the ship, a long narrow corridor filled with doors on each side, each with a distinct number labeling them about from the other stream of cream-colored doors watched with the cream-colored walls. Bryce and Jenny continued further down the row into the latter half arriving at door 68, Bryce inserted the key, fiddling around with the lock, twisting it right instantly provoked a halt from the lock, while twisting it left and turning it brought a few strains of resistance from the tumbler, Bryce forced the key left, bursting through the resistance, allowing the door to open seamlessly.

"Ladies first." He stood back, holding the door open with his left arm. Jenny managed to squeeze herself through the tight entrance, opening into the larger boundaries of the room. She flicked the lights on as she walked in, bringing life to the room.

The room itself was of small stature, the entrance area having two walls almost crush Jenny as she barely fit between them, pushing herself through into the primary bulk of the room sat a bed at the end of it, the covers were made from silk, it was extremely soft to the touch with the silk bringing an odd relaxation to Jenny's hand as she sat on the end. An oak bedside table flanked each side of the bed, and a lamp sat on both of them, turned off and gathering dust the one left of the bed had a glasses container, a book that acted as a platform for the lamp, a small pamphlet for the ship's room service, a phone plugged into the wall and a TV remote sitting next to the phone. An oak closet sat to Jenny's right, standing adamantly with its doors firmly closed. A flat-screen television sat on the wall opposite, and next to it sat a cream door, similar to the one acting as the front door, it was left open, what appeared to be the makings of a bathroom inside. Bryce entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Instead of sitting next to Jenny, he stood above her, removing his blazer and pants, quickly undoing his tie while his pants fell to the floor, followed by dropping his plain white boxer shorts next and unbuttoning his shirt, carelessly tossing it across the room with his fedora. He was now entirely bare displaying his average-sized balls which swayed between his legs, attached was a small flaccid penis in a similar fleshy foreskin-less rod with a knot at the end separating the rod from the fur. Jenny followed suit, removing her bra which caused her breasts to bounce in their freedom, tossing it back onto the bed, and dropping her underwear onto the floor along with the roll of condoms stuffed inside. As she sat back down, her large balls aided by the warmer temperature of the room descended slightly down the bed, meeting the cool feel of the wooden structure of the bed. Her cock, now exposed to the slight sensitive breeze, began to stiffen and take rise, she lay back to emphasize her growing horniness, spreading her legs to give her cock and balls room to breathe. Bryce took a seat next to her, resting his arm on her right thigh.

"The rule I go by is whoever has the bigger dick is the top." Bryce rested his head on Jenny's shoulder, wrapping his left hand around his unerect dick and yanking it up and down. "God, how do you all get it so big?"

"Being hung just goes in the family I guess." Jenny jested with a small blush on her face, her cock still rising, the knot enlarging as her erect penis began to take hold. Bryce's erection was likewise taking shape, yet it was a lot smaller than Jenny's, it seemed to finish erecting quicker than Jenny's at about a quarter height of Jenny's, which was still growing. "Largest I've recorded this being is about 40cm."

"I... forfeit..." Bryce commented, just as Jenny mentioned the size, her cock finished growing, definitely in the ballpark she mentioned. About 40cm of hot, tense, rock-hard, Eevee schmeat. "I was hoping for this actually..."

"Let me guess..." Jenny scratched her chin, looking at her hard dong, casting a shadow on her torso. "You have a thing for crossdressing and getting railed? Had a coworker I used to do that for, never did it again after I fucked him so hard that I ended up slamming his prostate. I spent the next day washing every drop of semen he managed to blanket my duvet in and I could never get the stains out of it!"

"You read my mind!" Bryce perked up, moving onto Jenny's right thigh, eyeing up Jenny's dong with hungry eyes. "But that's not what I want to do with you tonight, I want to uh..."

"If your request is too weird I'm going to just fuck you until you can't move, alright?" Jenny wrapped herself around Bryce, giving him another peck on the cheek. "But I like the way you're eyeing me up, I think you're idea might be up to my alleyway."

"Yeah, I'm okay with that if you don't like this... Uhm..." Bryce's voice and lip quivered, watching Jenny's cock throb for a few seconds, his whole body tensing. "I want you to devour me with your dick, you know? Melt me in your balls..."

A wry smirk appeared on Jenny's face, unraveling herself from him. "I like that idea!" She laid backward on the bed, sliding herself and her cock further up onto the sheets, she spread her legs, allowing her balls to sprawl out across the bed, filling up a good space in the middle. "I want you to leave a nice plump mark on my balls, Bryce."

"Yes, ma'am!" He spoke with an eager hunger in his voice closing in on Jenny's tip, his body entering the space between her legs, he managed to spread his legs far enough to avoid treading on Jenny's balls, placing one hand on her left ball, feeling the warmth radiating from inside, where her semen playfully waited for its long-awaited ejaculation. "After I get inside, would you send down a reviver seed? It should be in the bottom draw, although it might be the top, I know one has plain seeds I was planning on sending to the factory that makes them into revivers, cheaper to get it done that way..."

"Yeah, yeah." Jenny waved a dismissing hand, placing her arms behind her head. "Just get on with becoming ball fat already... please."

Bryce obediently nodded, inching further to Jenny's tip, approaching it from the shaft, and slowly raising himself to the tip. He placed the index and middle finger of his right hand inside her slit, stretching it out, and slipping them inside. Jenny's body began to quiver as his fingers dug deeper, incorporating his entire hand inside. schhliick!_Jenny buckled, readying herself for the volcano of cum that was certainly going to erupt as soon as he pushed even further. Bryce slowly added his second arm, Jenny didn't hide her mountain orgasm, her erratic throbs from the entirety of her body expressing itself preparing to tip off the edge, By the time Bryce got the majority of his arm inside, his elbows extending outwards and bulging on both sides of Jenny's rod, preparing his face to enter next. Then, Jenny's body buckled one more time, her audible moans and groans drowning out the distant sounds of music and hyped shouts from the DJ. A mountainous effeminate roar accompanied in tandem with a large ejaculation, her semen painting Bryce's arms in a new thick layer of white and blasting out of her tip, covering Bryce's head in her thick batter, drops of her splooge landed on the immediate bedsheets and a few drops landing on the floor, thankfully, Bryan tanked most of the load, he thrust his legs upwards, his new handstand position assisted his descent into Jenny's shaft, his imprint bulging inside her shaft, Jenny managed to bring herself to _schlurp more of him down Bryce's cum covered body lubricated him within Jenny's meaty walls, pulling him further down, forcing more buckles, quivering and deflated panting from Jenny's end. She extended her left arm, placing her hand on Bryce's rump, thrusting his lower torso inside her. Jenny reacted with another ejaculation, a tense exhale met with another internal combustion of semen, submerging most of Bryce's body in a sea of molten cum, thrusting itself out through the ever so slight gaps that remained, large dribbles trickled down Jenny's shaft and staining the fur on her balls and crotch with white blotches. After regaining her footing, Jenny went for one final thrust, managing to force the rest of Bryce's body inside with a fierce SCCCHLIIIK!, the upper bulge vanishing inside her knot, followed by the middle, his tail entered Jenny's slit, trying to trigger another ejaculation though Jenny managed to stay on the edge, pressing her back against the springs of the mattress, testing their strength with her ability to at least save some of the extra semen she had accumulated over the years to fill one of the condoms... or a few. The final area of Bryce's body lodged within Jenny's shaft freed itself, dive-bombing into the deep end, her swirling white magma covered almost all of Bryce's body, almost drowning him within her churning tides of white, hastily flipping his body and regaining a breath of hot, cum-soaked air. The angry tides of semen matched Jenny's labored breathing, allowing each breath to paint her face with astonishment. His weight dragged Jenny's testies down the bed, stretching to the edge. Inside, Bryce saw nothing, except darkness contrasted by a white burning pool of magma. He adjusted himself, managing to stifle his instincts to struggle and try to avoid scalding his body, but it adjusted with time. He extended both of his arms, reaching around the circumference of the left sack, his legs stretching out and holding up the right sack. Jenny could see the Pikachu-shaped imprint adjust to its new home, little did it know that there it would stay, well a portion to be saved as padding for the sack, the rest being ejected from the sack in a coming storm of orgasmic pleasure, and sitting inside a rubbery containment for the rest of its days. Before any of that could happen, however, Bryce needed to be melted inside. The cum stuck to him, forming a new layer of skin that would, inevitably, hastily drag the rest of his body inside, transforming it all into a cum-like cacoon, where it would then be absorbed into the body, the remnants would be melted back down to just that, sperm. On the outside, Jenny couldn't stop the violent quivering of her body, managing to control the throbs, however, which only remained prominent in her shaft.

"H-holy Arceus..." Jenny panted exuberantly, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. "I really did it!"

"B-...Bryce, can you still h-...ear me?" She called down into the sack, a quick gasp followed her stammers, and the Pikachu returned a slight squirm to her words. "G-...Good B-...boy..."

Jenny shifted her left arm away from her dick, managing to reluctantly force it as she instinctively reached to start quenching the thirst developed by her shaft. Slowly managing to maneuver it, with continued quivers and shakes, over to the bedside table, she lowered her arm, only to buckle it and reach for the top, audibly opening the shelf. Inside they lay in a dozen. Plain seeds. The lack of a distinct green marking on a black blot near its tip confirmed it.

"Yo-...You kno-...know..." Jenny continued, facing the bottom of the seed to the tip of her shaft. A small spurt of pre-lubricated tip, a precognition of the next item entering her dong. "After taking you whole, I'm not so sure if I could fit another item in here..." She managed to fit the entire sentence without taking a breath, only smaller pants followed the sentence.

"Alright... Here it comes... Thank me later..." Another shot of pre-marked the end of her sentence, Jenny utilized her right hand to re-open her slit, it opened with a lot more obedience, allowing her to simply deposit it within her tip and let it slide down. Another tingling sensation shot through her body, the seed bulging the walls of her schlong as it was deposited, vanishing upon meeting her knot.

Bryce watched as a yellow object landed into the sea with a loud SPLOOOOOOOSH It floated in the cum, following the tide and arriving directly at his mouth. Without any second thoughts, he plucked it out of the sea, shoved it into his mouth, and swallowed. Although he hadn't been in for too long, his time inside was beginning to take its toll, it felt as if the tide was beginning to rise... quickly. Like his body was getting dragged down like quicksand. Though he didn't fight it, he ingested a reviver seed. There was no reasonable danger. His arms were slowly beginning to reach higher than his head, being forced to their extremes, then after a few seconds of intense strain, he retracted them back to his sides, reaching deeper inside the seemingly infinite pool of sperm. Then, the same sensation in his legs, allowing them to descend inside the pool, quickly feeling numb in both his arms and legs, unable to move them, yet knowing they were still there. Then, it spread to his head, which had begun to tread on the thick, molasses-like waves. Unable to keep it up any longer, he allowed his head to descend into the pool, to assimilate himself into Jenny.

On the outside, Jenny noticed Bryce's absence of movement, his shape slowly dissolving from his arms, then followed by his legs, then the outline on his head that just pressed against the sack between his arms vanished, and all that remained was her enlarged pair of balls and the intense desire to cum, it nagged at the back of her mind, but she shook her head, grasping the base of her shaft with her right hand, forcing her nut into submission, strangling the growing desire to abandon all this build-up.

Then, it just sorta... melted away. Her cock remained diligently erect, but she was backing away from the climax, it'd quickly lurch itself at an unexpected time later, but it would give herself enough time to process Bryce, then dispatch the extra load of cum he'd provide. Jenny's left foot slinked off the side of her bed, reaching onto the floor, finding her thong with that distinct latex feel. She scooped it up with her foot and launched it away, it poked itself just into her view before descending back out of view. Then, she felt the plastic of the string of condom wrappers. Using the same tactic she did her thong, she hooked the strain of wrappers around her foot and launched it back, toward her. It launched from beneath the bed, propelling through the air and being caught between her chest. She found the end of the string, ripping a red package off the end of the trail, placing the edge of the wrapper on her bottom set of teeth, then softly clamping, tightening the closing urge to cum her work back out, retaining her hold on her own, rebellious junk.

...

8 hours... or at least that's how long it felt like, Jenny had kept herself in the same position for realistically, an hour or so. Keeping a tight grasp on her dong and degrading more of the plastic packaging of her condom. She even flicked the TV on for company, although it didn't output more than murmurs as the music had amped up, and Jenny's constant, yet softening pants occupied her ears more than anything else.

Then she felt something.

glunk!

The previous solidity Jenny felt in her two brown sacks had hastily dissolved into her cum, as she raised her stature, she noted her first significant development, her ball fur, for all the blots and blemishes it had received from her spunk appeared to have an impeccable sheen, its reflection in the light made it appear almost like liquid, it reminded her of when she was young and the pair would shine like the sun within the reflection. The area it covered had been expanded, in thanks to a new donation from Bryce, deposited directly inside her boiling balls, and dragging off the side of the bed, not fully, but it appeared like it was almost in motion, one more faint addition would cause the weight to drag it, and in the process, Jenny down with it.

A sense of relief washed down Jenny's body, as she slid the condom package slightly out of her mouth, clamping onto the edge and using her free hand to grab the other end and yank it in the opposite direction, tearing off the top of the packaging and revealing a perfectly pristine, red condom. Jenny loosened her grip on her dong, slowly retracting her left hand and applying the condom onto her tip, and sliding it down, managing to cover her entire shaft up to her knot.

She felt a strong jolt through her body, forcing herself into a sitting position, shuffling herself to the front of the bed, her balls graciously descended and dragged onto the floor. The weight, at first a massive burden, was now slightly more bearable with a good bit of practice.

SplUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrrrrttttttttttttttttTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Then came the rush, the floodgates opened, and another spike of relief overtook Jenny as she released, a seemingly endless flood of cum erupted from the tip of her rod, spilling out into the plastic condom, it inflated like a water balloon, quickly expanding outwards and slowly sagging down, the plastic endured as more and more cum rushed into the open pocket of the rubber, it felt more reliving than taking long and bursting urination or taking a dick in her for the first time, more reliving than waking up after she started hormones and noticed the positive changes in her life. Jenny's mind slipped into an enduring state of bliss moans lustily broadcasting from her mouth, her balls pulling themselves back into her shaft and emptying at a higher velocity, for a few seconds, before the stream halted and sagged back down. Jenny removed the rubber chute from her cock, instinctively tying it into a knot before leaving it be. It sat on the floor, appearing almost sentient. A massive red condom ballon of 45 centimeters wide sat before Jenny, she swore she could hear a small churning noise emanating from within, yet she had no time to dwell on it, her balls began to ascend, another shot was coming! Grabbing the next condom in the string, a yellow-colored rubber was the replacement, Jenny hastily removed it from its packet and sloppily applied it to her cock, unable to adjust it before...

SPLuuuuuuuuuuRT!

Another stream of cum bounded from Jenny's balls, reunited with her shaft once more, the Eevee could feel her swelling from within her balls slowly leave her and shrink back down to a smaller, more manageable size, cum filled her shaft, watching as larger streams bulged through her urethra and erupted out in double streams of cum, causing her moans to louden, her breaths to deepen, she placed the empty condom packet back in her mouth and clamped down onto it. HARD. Steam had felt like it was barrelling out of her nose puffing out the nostrils like a gunshot, hanging in the moment briefly before vaporizing into thin air. Jenny shut her eyes and began to vigorously thrust her hips, each thrust dispatching a little more cum into the condom, which was building itself up to be larger than the red one! There was enough cum in her balls to make the entirety of Centrico pregnant, those lewd thoughts of her doing such naughty things with her previous partner and close friends, even that Absol she met earlier, Maya, weren't safe from the pandora's box that was Jenny's sexually reactivated mind. The thoughts only forced more climaxing, more bliss, more moans, more panting. Before she knew it, Jenny had become a one-woman orgy, broadcasting her sheer pleasure across the hallway of rooms, beating anyone in this metaphorical dick-measuring contest, including the music and DJ as her pleasure became more audible than anything else anybody in the near vicinity could hear. Suddenly, the tension died, the released pleasure was nearing the end of its course, the stream of cum entering the massive cumflated balloon was shortening in velocity, and with the shortening release, Jenny's balls began to descend once again. It seemed, that for now, Jenny's pleasuredome was coming to a close, sparing everyone's ears to more constant earfucking from Jenny's womanly moans. Her eyes popped open, reconnecting her back into the world. With one last valiant exhale and a small final burst from her cock. Jenny tied the condom and let it sit. Jenny's emptied balls dangled obediently in the wind, the massive bags appeared to be slightly smaller, yet retained the same sheen as they did before. Jenny collapsed onto her back, her energy sucked out from her minutes of pure ecstasy. She cocked her head up, looking at the two massive mounds of white tinted with red on the right and tinted with yellow on the left blocking the room. It was only a couple meters wide, yet the yellow condom sprawled itself out similar to that of a Snorlax, coming to rest after a few minutes of constant devouring, only to be roused the next day and shifted away from blocking the path.

With a stated "Aaaaah!" Jenny shifted herself to the back of the bed. Clasping her hands and rubbing them together. She dipped her right hand into her bag, removing her phone and flipping it open. She navigated her contacts, selecting to call 'Fixer'

Brring Briing!

Brring Briing!

The tone ended, and a present silence filled the other side of the phone, awaiting Jenny to speak. Oh right, he mentioned no specifics... considering what I've just thought about while squeezing out all that cum, I guess I'll put it like this...

"The buns are in the oven and are ready for collection, Sir," Jenny spoke calmly and deliberately, trying to stifle any other emotions from ruining the formal aura exuded by the man on the other side.

"Right on, Sister. I'll collect the funds." The familiar, coarse voice responded in a slightly more cheerful tone. "In addition, the client has informed me you have done an expert job and has given me a tip, I won't take a cut, consider it a signing bonus. Welcome to the family, Sister."

"Thank you, Sir." Jenny returned a similar formal, yet positive tone.

"If you wish to discuss more freelance opportunities, contact me on the hard line." The voice ordered before ending the call.

Bleep! Bleep!

"Doing this kinda stuff will pay more than I'd ever see working for MicDowells," Jenny commented with a lustful exhale, still pondering the bizarre sentience of the two towers of rubber and cum. "Both in money and pleasure."

"Now that the fun is over... How am I gonna get these condoms off-board without getting noticed?!"