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One last rep, come on Nyla!” Dylan shouted barely two feet away from me as I was going down, pushed by the weight of the new squat stand she had put me under barely ten minutes ago. To each side she had slapped well over fifty pounds, more than I had ever had to lift and then she had the gall to make me do three sets. I went up and down, up and down, panting, legs turning into jelly with every passing minute I was straining to get up one more time.

“Easy… for you to say…” I could feel my muscles protesting, begging for me to stop but I just needed one more, just one. I clenched my jaws and put what little of strength I had left for that last rep that she so desperately wanted me to do. As I lowered once again, almost giving in to the weight, I felt my pants start to tear, ripping here and there as my junk was being squashed and compressed beyond what they could contain, the outline of my cock and balls bulging out as blood flowed to my legs and sweat flowed. “Fffff…” I had to bite my lip as I stood up, slowly but surely, one inch at a time until, with pants still intact, I let the bar fall on the hook and collapsed on the floor heaving.

“Good job.” She smiled, looming over my lack of breath and energy with her positivity. I was tempted to flip her off but I couldn’t even do that, so there I laid, on the floor of the gym, soaked from head to toe in sweat, panting, my pants stretched out, letting nothing under that flimsy layer of elastic polymer to the imagination of the other people, my tits just barely contained by my bra thanks to some black magic fuckery on the part of the manufacturers. “You did good.” Dylan sat next to me, not at all flushed or tired like I was.

It took me a good while to catch my breath and by the time I was able to get up and stopped panting, my clothes finished soaking up all the sweat like they were designed to do instead of letting it drip all over, although such marvellous feat of engineering made it so that now I was wearing a sweat-drenched set of clothes that hung over my scales in the same way a young girl might wear a wet t-shirt in a wet t-shirt contest. Anyone could see everything from my nipples poking out to the veins of my cock and the immense spheres of my balls, but at this point I had been a frequent sight and people threw a couple of glances, flashed me a smile and then went on with their own workouts. It was weird but welcome for once.

“So, I heard from a friend that you now work in a night club.” Oh, fucking… I sighed with all my might, making my chest cave in. “What? You expected me to not ask you why you suddenly decided to get a job like that? Come on, tell me…” I looked at her, at her wide cocky grin and the glint in her eyes that threatened with putting me under even more pressure the next time I stepped inside the gym and sighed again.

“Do you want the short version or the long version?” With a long series of grunts and groans, I started getting up, grabbing the also soaked towel that I had put underneath me.

“Let’s keep it short this time around, I’ll squeeze the details from you another time.”

“Well, Mina and I went shopping after you left and then went to one of my little one’s apartments where she kind of sent me into tenth gear.” I flung the towel over my shoulder as her grin widened even more. “Fucked her properly and so hard we both went to the hospital and I flooded an entire stairwell and a few hallways. The flooding happened before the hospital though.”

“Ooooh, that’s hot.” Dylan whistled, eyes glossing for a moment while her mind wandered to a special place and tried to picture what I had just said to her. I took my water bottle and began walking to the locker room, Dylan now following up close, ears perk and ready to catch all the juicy gossip.

“Yeah, not so much to be honest: I wrecked the place so hard the owner of the building almost sued me but apparently mom and dad got me an insurance for hypers that covered most of the costs.” She cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “I didn’t know about it either but apparently while I was out my parents settled the remaining amount outside the court and told me that I had to fork out ten grand and then I’d be fine.” I stopped. “But after I was home I got mail advertising a club hiring hyper herms and I jumped in on the opportunity.” I opened the door to the locker and entered, immediately getting jumped by the view of a dozen ladies of all shapes, sizes and species in the process of either getting dressed or undressing. The not-so-faint stench of sweat hung heavy in the air but the moment my herm companion closed the door I could feel it thicken just by me being there and existing in my soaked condition. “I now have a job there and started chipping away at that debt.” I let out the rest, meaning the less ‘proper’ details that would have earned me more looks than the ones I was already getting.

“Sounds like fun.” Dylan giggled. “So when can I come and see you?” I froze as I was taking off my shirt, my tits halfway out of my bra, hanging on my chest in all their EE cup of unmilked and overburdened glory.

“Seriously?” She nodded. God… why? “I… Monday, Wednesday and Friday and either Saturday or Sunday depending on the week.” At this point trying to keep her out of my new secret life was not a thing that was going to happen so I gave up and told her everything. I tossed my shirt in my gym bag and started pulling down my pants while the eyes of many of the ladies around, including a couple of herms that had recently started coming here, lowered and focused on my emerging cock. Inch after fat inch of shaft poked out of my pants, flush with blood but barely twitching, steaming so hot and soaked it was, confined in a prison that despite its stretchiness was already starting to tear and break down here and there. “Better come Wednesday since there’s less people then.” I barely got a nod from her since she was tapping on her phone, setting something on the calendar that obviously had to do with me. I grunted and at long last managed to get my balls out, letting the girls below flop out and breathe for a moment as I sat on the nearest bench. As I spread my legs and rested my back against the wall, all of that wobbly, oversized junk flopped around, all of my two and a half feet of soft shaft and now tree feet wide nuts. There were some gasps and whistles from the audience. I let them watch of course.

“Lords above… did your nuts grow again? They look bigger than last time!” Although the girls around us were all leaving, probably headed for their group lesson, I could hear the turning of heads as she said that and reached to grab at my sack, lifting it. Her muscles bulged out, biceps blossoming along with a number of others, her breath suddenly heavier, trying to lift both of them while attempting not to look shocked or that she was having a hard time actually lifting the girls. “Holy…” I could feel them deform partially around her hands, but the sheer density of those orbs kept them mostly in place while the sweat started running over the taut skin and dropped on the floor. I smiled. I was proud of the girls below just as much as I was proud of the girls on top, after all both made me very happy when someone kissed, licked or squeezed them and both caused quite a lot of wardrobe malfunctions in their respective ways.

“Could you do me a favour and grab me the scale over there?” I pointed at the small portable device that the gym put to allow those in the two lockers to weight themselves, whether that was a tactic to make sure the patrons were kept on their toes and coming back or something else, I didn’t really care. Dylan let my sack down, massaging her shoulders because of the weight and the bad position she had attempted to lift them from and gave the scale to me a few seconds later. Instead of putting it below my feet, I put it on the bench I was sitting at and got up. My big ass had left an equally big sweaty imprint so I killed two birds with one stone and cleaned that and the scale at the same time with a disinfectant rag. “Let’s see…” I grunted and did the same thing she had done, only that I let them fall on top of the scale where the small hand started whirring left and right to get a sense of what the hell was on top of it. I watched with Dylan as the numbers fluctuated between ninety five and a hundred and five pounds, after which I heard a gasp coming from the girls that had sneaked up behind us and watched the scale settle on a whopping ninety three pounds of balls. “I think they did… last week I was ninety at rest.”

“At…rest?” Dylan gulped and looked at me after shooing away the audience, although I would have liked for them to stay. I shrugged and let the poor scale free from my girls. “So they get bigger?”

“Come on Dylan, we’ve known each other for a while, I thought you had that figured out by now. I mean, before Mina came to visit a couple weeks ago I was under four feet hard, now I’m four and a half feet and then some.”

I gave her a big smile before turning around and opening my locker where I kept the clean change of clothes. As the other girls and herms went out of the locker, only the two of us were left so I was free to behave a little more… free. As if I wasn’t already but the feeling of being able to stretch, let all the jiggly bits do their thing without anyone judging me, well, it was something amazing I have to tell you. I bent down and grabbed my bag but before I could get back up, I felt a pair of strong hands latch on my ass and squeeze, prying it apart slowly like a treasure trove before feeling a muzzle press against my tailhole. The hot air tickled a little as Dylan huffed, her breath becoming harder and deeper with each sniff, her mouth parting ever so slightly, tongue peeking out, sneaking a quick guilty lick that made me grin in the shadows. I pushed back against her slightly, making her head sink a little more inside my ass, surrounding her in a musky, sweaty haven of scaly flesh and instead of her backing away, she pushed forward. Her snout was mashed against the deepest part of my behind, huffing desperately, snorting and tentatively licking as my musk started to thicken in the air, overcoming the stench of sweat of dozens of other people. Dylan’s hands stopped kneading my ass and reached for the heavy, dangling sack that was hitting her in the chest with gentle taps as her rough huffing made me sway back and forth, touching the taut flesh that contained the girls below, trying to cup each one in her hands, failing miserably as they spilled and fought back. I let out a small, quiet moan, my cock beginning to harden with her gentle and somehow inexperienced touches, her hands not knowing where to stay nor what to do, merely trying to do everything at once like a greedy kid trying to grab as much candy as possible before running out of a store. I let her do whatever she wanted, curling my tail around her head, pushing her a little deeper, keeping her where she was while my own hands pinched my nipples, milking myself to ease the other burden I was graced with. It took her a good while before pulling out, slumping on the floor, back against the nearest locker, covered in her sweat as well as my own, reeking of ass and sex, her tight, tight sports pants straining with her swelling cock. I smiled and turned around, sitting on the bench again, spreading my legs, lifting my cock as I stroked it gently, inviting her to come. And come she did, tail wagging, on all fours, shoving her snout under the root of my cock and took another sniff. This time I could feel her shiver and moan, her voice echoing inside me, her maleness throbbing, tenting her pants to the point I could see the tip of her cock, the fabric increasingly wet as globs of dense precum spilled inside it, kept contained by the tightened item around her waist. She reached again for my sack, again attempting to play with it, gauging how heavy it was while her mind swam in my musk. It was a little weird but I had long since given up on denying people their share of fun while I was naked or even clothed. They wanted me and I would give myself to them, I could handle them easily.

“Weren’t you going to stay faithful to your husband? Hmm?” I chuckled, caressing her head, playing a little with her horns as she started licking my cock, collecting stray drops of fresh sweat and old precum that had dried on me, her hands now reaching tentatively for her own cock, stroking herself through the thin elastic fabric, her balls resting on the floor.

“Sssssshut up…” Her reply was muffled so deep she was in my sack, long wet streaks of saliva now marking the passage of her tongue. With a wet slap I saw her pull the band of her pants down, freeing her sizeable shaft, all two feet of it slapping on her abs, leaving behind a wet patch of pre, a little thicker than the last time I saw her while her balls were far bigger, possibly close to half again as big as their previous size. I wonder how I managed to miss that... She started humping my sack, her shaft dragging on the underside of my nuts, coating them in another layer of fluids. “It’s… your fault…”

“Is it now?” I smiled but she didn’t see, so busy she was snorting and licking. “How so?” Dylan didn’t answer, merely giving me a glance before lowering her gaze to the swelling cock draped over her back, drooling precum over her scales.

“You ssssssmelll ssssso gooood….” Oh, that’s interesting. I smelled the air and it seemed… normal, well, the normal smell that hangs in the air when I get aroused, still far from the musky haze that is inside my room in the dorms, inside the twins’ and Jake’s apartment. I wondered, watching the strong, dominant herm dragoness, a friend I had made over the course of more than a month of painful training, move away from my balls and travel all the way down to my feet, planting her snout on my soles, her eyes glazing, losing focus as she sniffed and slid her tongue in between the gaps of my toes. “It’ssssss your fault…” The plot thickens… I wiggled my foot, leading her nose around here and there while her words formed in her mind and struggled to get out in a coherent string. “You… made ussss give innnn…” Her cock throbbed underneath my sack, pushed down by its weight, smearing it with precum, her hips spasming whenever she found a new spot to sniff and lick. Never knew she had this kind of fetish.

“Us?” And the plot thickens again! “Who is ‘us’?”

“You… and your sister… it was you two.” Of course there’s Mina involved. I watched her lick my feet with that same look of adoration and deep lust I knew belonged to my little pets, that same look they had when they were about to beg me for their daily dose of cock or to sit on their faces or let them lick and sniff till they came and spilled their loads on my scales. “I came home… to my husband reeking of you after I brought you to shop… he noticed… he liked it.” Hot damn… that’s different I guess. I like it. I lifted my other foot and took her lonely cock underneath it, rubbing it on her fat crown over and over. It tickled a little but it was more than amusing and arousing enough to keep me going and keep me interested in her guilty tale. “He noticed my tits grew and wanted to meet you… I said no… because you’d make a mess everywhere…”

“I am sad you think so lowly of me.” She growled as she weakly humped my foot, as if she was begging for more. I obliged, pressing a little harder, teasing her tip with my toes like Jake and Don liked me to do. I stole my other from her and used them both to stroke her throbbing shaft, letting her precum coat my scales, letting her watch as I spread my toes and strings of it hung before losing to gravity and dripping back on her shaft. She moaned loudly before she jammed a fist in her mouth to shut herself up for a little while, still moaning as I jacked her off like that. It was rather refreshing and fun, plus it freed my hands for my own share of teasing and stroking.

“Every time I have a lesson with you… I smell of you, the entire gym smells of you…” I may have blushed a little, just a little. It was a very hot thing for me. Hell, just the idea that people smelled me in the air while I was in the gym was already kind of a turn on, much less the notion that hours after I left I still managed to leave the entire place reeking of nut sweat and thick herm musk. I guess I have to add it to the list of things I can do. It’s a growing list, I’ll need to get a notebook ready at some point. “I just have to come home and he’s there, sniffing me for a whiff of your scent, begging me to let him meet you, to… thank you…” And it thickens yet again. How fun. “One day I brought home your towel by mistake and found him… hmmm, asking me if we could… fuck while he was snorting it…” Hot damn that’s kinky… I like him even more now. “You ruined us… now we can’t even… have sex normally anymore… the other day I stole your shirt and wore it while he bent me on the dinner table and ate me out.” So that’s where it went, and here I was thinking I had lost it somewhere. My heart ached a little, I felt sorry for her but then again, it wasn’t my fault, not entirely. I grabbed her head and made her look at me, she blushed, my cock twitched and fired a massive spurt that drenched her crotch with enough pre to make up for all of her spurts combined. She rolled her eyes as the heat seeped into her flesh and scales, her shaft throbbing a little harder now that it was lubed up to the point of saturation.

“Is that why you buried your face in my ass? Because you want to sniff it until you come all over my balls?” She nodded, even if weakly. “You want me to bend over and let your husband do the same?” She nodded again. I smiled. “Well then, you just had to ask, my dear, I always have room for more in my harem.” There was a moment of doubt and hesitation in her eyes, something that told me she wasn’t quite as willing to go that far, not yet. “Don’t you worry, I won’t make you two split nor I want to wedge myself in between your love, but if it’s my body you desire, then I shall give it to you.” I kissed her, feeling her usually strong demeanour and character melt in my arms, her tongue weakly coiling around mine for the long minute I kept her in my embrace, her chest stained with milk that dribbled and spilled over her cock and balls in a creamy white river. Her shaft ached and drooled precum, staining the both of us, wedged in between my tits, barely going a third of the way in. “Jokes aside, I want you to be sure about this decision, I won’t force it on you at all. You’re my friend and one I can talk to about problems only we have, so, in order for you to be sure of it, I will give you a day to make the decision. If you want to be just friends who occasionally fuck wherever they can, that’s fine, but if you want to fuck constantly whenever and wherever with all of my other lovers, that is a privilege I reserve for my harem.” Dylan mewled, her hips twitching, making her cock rub up and down in the valley that was between the girls above. “I will let you take home my dirty clothes today but when you meet me at my place tomorrow, if you have made the decision to be part of my harem, I want them covered in your cum, both of you, I want to see that you have truly used them to fuck your husband while he was wearing them…” She blushed even more, her eyes barely daring to look at me in the eye for a split second before the pressure made her shy away, but her cock was telling me all I needed to know and wanted to know. “When we’re not alone we can keep going as usual, we can still be friends for the others, but when we are out of sight of other people, you call me Daddy, bend down and suck my cock just like everyone else and when your husband comes, he’ll have to do the same, understand?” She nodded, moaning softly again as I pressed my feet on her sack, letting her feel my scales grind against her soft flesh. I almost about to start getting hard from all of this, but the time spent at the club was proving to help me control myself to a degree before impossible, hell, I could go half a day without popping a boner or ruining something I was wearing, but that was only regarding my cock, the rest was still… up to discussion. “But that is for another time, now I think I need to fix this bad boy. Wouldn’t want it to cause problems for you when you go outside.” I pried open my tits ever so slightly and curled my neck, taking the tip of her shaft inside my mouth. The taste of her precum sizzled on my tongue like a lewd drink, hot, salty, warm and delicious, the throbbing of her tip and its size was almost cute. Compared to what I had to go through. I squeezed my tits together for just a moment then, swallowing her two-footer in a plump, soft, milky expanse that made her shiver and lean forwards so that she could hump them as she would hump her husband’s ass. “Now, now, fucking my tits is a bit of a privilege as well, you’ll have to earn it.” I saw her gulp and shiver for a moment. How cute. “Get on the floor, legs below the bench, now.” Dylan didn’t hesitate, not too much anyways, scuttling forward, her back lowering till it was on the floor, drenched in the pre I had doused her crotch with. “Good pet.” I felt her cock jump at that, slapping my sack with enough force to make it swing forward a few inches. Well, well, well… the strong dragoness has a kink for being called a pet, good to know. “Now lick.”

I lifted my feet in front of her snout and held them hovering above it, dripping with her pre and mine. She grabbed them and pulled them down so she could lick them from where she was, her tongue lashing around my toes, her lips closing around them to clean and taste the sweat and other fluids. As she was doing that, I lowered myself just enough for my sack to smother her cock and her own balls with almost a hundred pounds of seed packed-goodness. She moaned at the sudden weight but didn’t even stop her licking, if anything, now she was even humping my nuts once again, her cock wedged right in the middle, surrounded by sloshing seed. While she was attempting to do both things at once, I grabbed the chance and took the lead, pressing my feet against her muzzle a little harder, her tongue now forced to lick the rest of them, over and over, scraping wads of cooling precum, my balls churning with unspent spunk around her shaft, doused with her lust over and over, some spilling around my skin, pooling on the ground. I was starting to get hard, my own cock drooling far more pre than she could, painting her chest and tits in a murky white mix as I also kneaded my tits and added gallons of milk to the mess unfolding beneath my eyes. As the stench of sex and sweat thickened in the air, I could feel myself become more comfortable, more in character with what I did every day, but at the same time I could feel Dylan get more aggressive, grabbing hold of my feet once again, rubbing them hard against her snout, snorting loudly my foot musk like a drug, her cock on the verge of exploding with a monumental orgasm. There was no doubt that she would truly stink of me by the end of this and no doubt her husband would greatly enjoy it. Her strong hips raised her ass from the ground, winning the fight with my heavy sack as she still humped me, using them as a make-up ass or something that truly made her get going, her tongue sliding in every gap over and over again. Fuck, I was really getting into it and somehow managed to keep my control else I would bend her over… no, tomorrow, tomorrow I would do that…

Dylan lasted very little after she got into it, a few minutes of senseless snorting and humping made her eyes cross and her balls pull tight, unloading spurts of cum on the underside of mine that were worthy of a herm with her equipment, time and time again I felt the hot fluid splatter, tickling my skin and still she kept worshipping my feet. She came for longer than she had been under me, constantly unloading shot after shot, her sack straining to spend everything it had to breed my own seed factories. Three minutes of hot, messy and steamy licking later, Dylan collapsed on the ground, soaked in sweat and pre while her lower half was sitting in a pool of her own making, but I wasn’t done, not yet. I stood up, mindful of the slippery floor and lowered my balls on her face, letting her spunk drip, pinning her down so she wouldn’t be able to reach and clean them. I watched her mewl and beg, forcing her to stand aside while I put on my clean panties that instantly were drenched in her lust, a wet patch of musky cum appearing, kept warm by my body heat. I kept dressing, item after item, my lovely dragon herm companion utterly powerless to even stand and milk her Daddy. Again, all in due time.

“Thanks for the fun dear, we shall get to the real stuff tomorrow.” I smiled when I saw her dejected expression and her still rock hard cock. “As for you, help her clean and maybe I will give you the same treatment next time I’m around.” I winked at the barely hidden spectator, a quiet though rather hung deer girl herm, her uncut shaft drooling with the last remnants of her own orgasm, mostly splattered on the walls of some poor girl’s locker, some spilled inside what looked like her gym bag in a pitiful attempt to make less of a mess. She looked like she was a bit of a hyper herself, one and a half foot long, probably four inches in diameter of thick shaft bobbing limp between her lithe legs. Dylan yelped and tried to cover her naked body or attempt to hide the fact that she stank of ass, ball sweat and cum to high heaven, musk almost oozing off her scales in waves of dense scents. Both of the shy herms had done quite a number to the locker room, their messes almost comparable to mine which was a lot coming from me, but I knew that with the right kind of teasing and edging, I could make them do so much more. “See ya.”

It was definitely a refreshing adventure, although I left more sweaty than before and definitely smelling more of cum and sex than any normal, regular person would even after an orgy. But who the hell cared anymore, I think I stopped being normal so long ago… maybe I had never been normal my entire life and I just pretended to be. Hell, I had a cock longer than the vast majority of adult men’s by the time I was fourteen not to mention the girls below. Maybe I should have given up the idea of being normal or living normally years ago, although I enjoyed my high school life quite a lot despite the constant barrage of boners in class…

As for now, I was barely keeping the one trying to tear up my shorts in check, but even then, I had just learned how to control that single part of me, the rest was pretty much a free-for-all for my hormones. I had forgotten to go and get milked yesterday and now both of my tits weren’t going to stop swelling any time soon. Before I got in the gym they were around E cups, my ‘new regular’ size during the day, all the workouts and the moving around had somehow made them think it was sexy time and by the hour had ended I felt like I was carrying sandbags on my chest. And again, when the time to get frisky had come and I had forced myself to not even get half a boner, or a quarter for all that mattered, they had not stopped growing. Sometimes I forgot hypers had cups well beyond what average people had, with lots of numbers since the letters of the alphabet weren’t quite precise enough. I was told by Vee that I was now hitting the mythical H cup real whenever I went half a day without letting my harem drink till their bellies were full of milk, which meant that now, after nearly a day and more than enough musk wafting from my cock and balls, they were already beyond that cup. My shirt wasn’t just stretched around my chest, it was paper thin and, much like any other day of my life, I had forgotten about the milk pads so my nipples were visible and poking through as well. In the ten minutes it took me to get out and on the road, walk half a mile with the pep in my steps that usually comes after a good romp, my shirt was almost soaked as every bounce and movement made me leak like a faucet, more or less. Again, I would have been fine with a little bit of titty peeking out, but when you’ve got areolas the size of a hand and nipples like mine, well… I think the issue is exacerbated by the constant leaking. I stopped on the side of the pavement, tossing the gym bag on the floor as I began to rummage through my stuff searching for my damned pads. They were there at the very least, but that was only one less problem because I now had to put them on and I was on a public road. Anything other than a see through shirt wouldn’t let me disguise it as a mistake to yet another cop, much less outright shoving something under my bra under the already gawking eyes of a few dozen people.

However I had no place to go to, all the secure spots where I knew I could slip out of my clothes, slump on my couch and let my pretties do their job for a few hours while I study and blow a couple of loads inside someone. But alas I was stuck in the middle of the city, no bus in sight with the twins trying to get back to their jobs and Jake away for a day again. Under these circumstances, with the kind of sad thoughts I was having, I slumped on the wall behind the bus stop, waiting for it to come, already ten minutes late and nowhere in sight, annoyed and bored at the same time until I saw a familiar face peek from the crowd. I stepped in front of him, blocking his ground of friends as well as I tried to place his face. It took me a second but then I remembered.

“Hey, you’re the kitty I met at the club a while back, aren’t you?” The cat boy blushed, ears flattening on his head as he also figured out who I was, his tail running between his legs in shock and a little bit of fear. His friends, those who were there, also blushed and tried to shy away from the gaze of those who weren’t.

“Club? What… what kind of club Danny?” Danny, huh? Cute name. He blushed again and made himself small.

“Don’t you know? Danny boy here is one of my favourites at the night club where I work!” As the words night club settled inside the group’s brains, I saw eyes widen and hands start to reach for pants and growing bulges. Danny mewled when I grabbed and hugged him, shoving the little man inside my tits, milk spilling all over my chest and his clothes, giving his friends the first hand show of a busty dragoness’s nipples spray thick milk on a public street. “He is such a gentleman. I was thinking of giving him a discount or a free show next time he comes.” I winked. He gasped in shock and not because his cock was starting to poke mine with angry jabs.

“R-r-really?” He gulped and asked when I released him from my big booby grip.

“You and your friends too!” Again, paws reached for straining pants less than a second after I said that, blushes blossoming everywhere. “But…”

“But?” One of his friends, one I think wasn’t there last time he came, asked, meekly poking from the group’s mass.

“But I need a little favour from all of you, dears.” I heard gulps of nervousness. I grabbed my tits and made my nipples really stand out, earning myself the disgusted look of a few cranky old dudes in the corner, but the full attention of the group. I saw the gecko in the back quietly paw himself. “My back is killing me and I really need someone to milk me.” Jaws dropped, from all around me, including from those that were just eavesdropping. More boners popped from every male in earshot. “So I am going to need a few strong hands or…” I leaned in and dragged a few of them close to me, close enough for their bodies to smash into mine. “A lot of hungry mouths.” Someone moaned and almost creamed their pants. “I take you’re all over eighteen or else we’re not doing this.” There was a chorus of ‘yes’ and nods strong enough to snap vertebrae. So very eager… thanks the lord above I had met this guy. “If you manage to help me I will also throw in a few extra treats for you all.” I was really enjoying this, man, was I really this bashful and awkward a few months ago? Seems like an eternity since I had any sort of problem when going around. “Any place you know where we can go and… relax?” More gulps, more strained pants.

“Ye-yes miss… there is, uhm, one place where we hang out every other day.”

“Jason! That’s, that’s not a place where we can take a girl!” Danny blushed so hard I could hear the blood rush in his head, deflating the angry boner in his pants.

“But I am not a girl, now am I?” I pointed at the rather hard to miss two and a half foot long cock, still soft, and the near exercise-balls sized sack straining my pants. “I can enter surely.”

“We-well then… I guess, I guess you can come.”

Step by step I was led away from the bus stop, doing wonders for the vast audience that had gathered around me and the group of shy newly-minted adults, be it for the gossip, the sight of a dragoness playing with her tits in public while wearing what might as well be a wet tissue dunked in milk or because of the rather strong smell of sex and musk that hung around me like a warm fuzzy blanket. I had to fish out of the guys from the crowd because he had stopped, grabbing his ass for good measure while he attempted not to look at my tits too much, a battle clearly lost. Reaching their secret location took very little, ten minutes at most, but even that was too long for me: by the time I was introduced to a clean and colourful comic shop that advertised the possibility of using the rooms in the basement for gatherings and card games, I was almost on the verge of sitting on the pavement and milking myself then and there. My nipples were tearing holes in the fabric and my back hurt like hell from all the weight in front, even more than having to cart around a hundred pounds of balls. Aside from that, I realized after a few moments, having entered the shop, that I had roped in an entire group of nerds and had infiltrated their den, since the shop was empty save for a young human girl in her mid-twenties looking at some comics with a bored expression. She either smelled or noticed me at the helm of my army of shy guys and dropped her comic. Danny meekly pushed his way back to the front.

“Hi Fran… i-is the usual room free?” She nodded, ever so slightly, not daring to look at me for more than a second before turning her gaze everywhere but in my general direction.

“Who is she?”

“Nyla. Nice to mee you.” I walked towards her and extended a hand. She shook it with no little amount of blushing. I grabbed her comic and gave it a look while the others walked in and closed the door behind with the same urgency that a teen has after yelling at their parents to get out of their room. “Man, I love this comic. I’ve got the whole series back at home, too bad it was discontinued before it ended…” Well, I had it before I came on it a dozen times during my heat and had to throw the sodden stack of papers into the trash, but that made ears perk up and the entire room look at me with renewed interest.

“You know this?” The only wolf in the group pointed at the issue in my hands.

“Of course, I’m a huge nerd myself.” I flashed them a smile and saw eyes glitter and hopes rise to stellar levels. “I was the only herm back in high school so I coped with the issues I had by reading. I must have, oh lord, a few hundred different magazines in my basement at home…” A few of the nerds smiled enough for me to worry about the sorry state of their facial muscles. “But we’re not here to talk about my old life, that is a tale for another time. I still need your help.” I winked at them and they nodded eagerly again.

“This way!” A fight broke to grab my hands and lead me downstairs where the magic was going to begin.

They took me down a single flight of stairs and then rushed to open the last door to the left, passing by a couple of others and a number of cardboard cutouts of heroes and villains alike, a couple of boxes containing yet to be displayed comics, freshly printed and untouched by nerd hands. Danny won the fight and managed to get me to enter what I think was their very own private room, which meant it was their little world and it definitely smelled like a place where a lot of young males would come and stay, shouting about which movie was the best or roleplaying till the shop was about to close. I had a few experiences like that myself a long time ago, memories from before I started growing out and becoming too much for any regular kid to handle. Back then I was already too sexual and too big, my clothes barely enough to cover anything important according to the school rules and my sex drive was making me see any cute boy I met as a potential partner, too bad I was never seen that way and that I had to rush to the bathrooms far too often to rub a few out before being presentable again for class. Those were the days…

In the room, aside from a table with a few small figurines and charts of sci-fi cities, there were chairs enough for everyone to sit down and even a big comfy sofa, just big enough for two people or one of me. I walked in and waited to hear the door close once more before sighing in relief. Under the eyes of seven nervous males, I pulled at the band of my stretchy pants and pushed it down, bending over as much as I could before pulling them out, letting them have a good look of the prize hidden between my cheeks and the even sweeter one just below. But it was just that, a peek. That was not what I wanted them to aim for. I tossed my pants and cum soaked panties on the table, the wet fabric landing with a wet thump on the plastic surface before I threw my shirt and freed the girls.

“Aaaah, that is nice…” I stretched my back and let a few bones pop in place. “I really needed to lose the clothes for a while.” I grabbed my shoes and took them off as well, tossing them on top of my clothes, I had no socks to take off since they were now in the hands of a certain married herm so I was free to wiggle my toes and sit down on the couch. My sack swung and settled between my legs, a few inches away from the ground, already dripping with sweat and more than a little milk and instantly the room smelled of nothing but little old me. Seven pairs of eyes were glued to every single part of me, pants so tented one might have thought they were starched to perfection. “Well don’t let me be the only one naked, take your clothes off!” I watched while they stumbled, taking off shirts and sweaters at the same time, tossing shoes haphazardly on the ground wherever, cocks slapping on bellies of all shapes and sizes once their pesky underwear were gone. I noticed a couple of them were actually quite hung for not being herms or hypers, ten inches, one uncut while the other sprung from a fuzzy wolfy sheath, knot already starting to swell with blood. A host of cocks was presented to my hungry eyes and my own twitched, making them look down just enough for guilty dreams and hidden desires to surface. I guess I had turned a few of them interested either in herms or in huge dicks longer than their arms. “Now, I know you are all very, very horny, but Daddy needs to be milked so get working.”

“Daddy?” The wolf asked with a hint of curiosity, pushed aside by Danny and one of the guys I already had seen at the club who kneeled next to me, another cat, fast to the action but still hesitant to get to the juicy part.

“Ah, yes, that’s what my girlfriends and boyfriends call me when I am home.”

“Girlfriends…? As in… plural?”

“Yes of course, I have more than a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Four and three to be exact, although I am working on getting a new guy.” Again, jaws dropped as if they were made of cement. “In case you didn’t understand or were too focused on my tits and cock, I have a harem. Now, enough chit chat, get to work.” Still no one was moving, aside from the constant throbbing of all shapes and sizes of dicks in front of me and as much as the sight was lovely, it wasn’t what I needed.

“How? I mean… how should we do it?” Danny looked at me and at his friends, not really knowing what to say or do. It was very, very cute, especially since they were all adults by most standards, hell, they must have extensive porn stashes of their own but I guess being thrown in a room with me isn’t quite what a virgin should be able to handle without extensive preparation.

“Then I will show you.” I grabbed his hand, feeling him shake slightly, and put them on my tits, his palm barely cupping my areola, pushing deeper as my flesh yielded and gave in. He moaned and bit his lip, I stifled a moan myself as a thick rivulet of milk coated his hand and my chest in less than a second. In a moment of hesitation he tensed up and squeezed, earning another fat few drops. “Ooh, like that, milk me like that.” I grabbed the other cat’s hand and did the same, but he hesitated little and immediately started tugging and pulling at my nipple, squeezing gently. “Don’t go easy on me kitty, I have too much in these girls for you to go slow.” He made a half-hearted nod and put a little more pressure. Danny and him began with a few gentle tugs, their arms soon coated in milk despite their best attempts to not make a mess of themselves and me, bit failing adorably. I leaned back and sighed with relief. “That’s good, I like it.”

“Ehm… what about us?” I had just closed my eyes when I heard the wolf raise one hand as if he was in class and asked to go to the bathroom, not quite sure of what to do now that my tits were taken by his friends. I had forgotten about the other five watching from the sides, a few actually silently stroking themselves.

“Right, right…” I was actually at a loss, they weren’t my harem, they didn’t know what to do the way I liked it but at the same time, I wasn’t really going to ask much from them anyways. “I need a foot massage and…” that was two more people taken care of, what about the other three though? “And someone to take care of my balls and cock.” I heard hearts thump in their chests like drums from where I was so shocked they were, even Danny and his friend were momentarily taken aback before quietly resuming their tasks, too enamoured with the addictive feeling of playing with boobs bigger and heavier than their heads to care about the rest of their troupe. “Come on, I’m not going to wait all day.” I almost lost to the temptation to snap my fingers like an annoyed noble waiting for her servants to do something. The gecko stepped forth and knelt in front of me, putting my feet on top of a box of comics and started rubbing his fingers in between my toes. I expected very little but when I felt how good he actually was, I had to bite my lips to shut myself up. The kid was good, too good to be true: he put just enough pressure, hit all the right spots and made me feel as if I hadn’t been to the gym or walking with almost my body weight in extra fat and fluids. As good as he was, he was also getting kind of into it, my musk wafting into his nostrils so close he was to my cock and with my feet right under his nose. “Mmmmh, you are good kid…”

“My family owns a massage parlour.” He gave me a wry smile before returning to his job, his cock ever so gently rubbing against the back of my foot, making him shiver but not quite stop.

“I shall consider asking you to come to my place then, sometimes my feet get sore with all this junk I have, and speaking of junk, I’m not feeling hands touching and rubbing.” I shot a quick glare at the remaining four who gulped and rushed to get in between my legs, immediately assaulted by dense musk, the stench of cum and sweat, their smaller cocks spurting a few thin ropes of pre on my sack. My god it was so cute… “It doesn’t bite, you know? You can touch, lick, kiss and rub your face and dick on it all you like.”

As I reclined again and basked in the lovely feeling of all that milk run on my chest, dripping in thick streams, lightening up the burden up top while down below it was still as heavy as before if not even heavier now that I was able to relax and enjoy my heavy petting. Soon I was feeling a couple of timid hands reach and prod, trying to get a feeling for my cock and balls. The guys seemed to slowly also get into it the more they breathed in, my musk worming its way inside their brains and making them forget about where they were. They started to squeeze and knead, pushing their palms on my sack, fighting with the sheer mass of cum packed inside, their noses taking in as many scents as they could, inching ever close to my nuts while their cocks spat precum on them, over and over. The gecko at my feet soon stopped merely massaging my feet and started doing something very similar to what Dylan had done before him, his nostrils pressed against one only to move on the opposite side and do it over there, back and forth, trying to keep up with his growing needs after his nostrils started to burn with foot musk. I smiled when he suddenly brought my foot down and pressed his cock against it, wedging that tapered length in between my toes, humping weakly to make his newfound pleasure last as long as he could. I played with him a little, rubbing it on his slick belly and gods did he have a cute moan, but alas, I had other things to focus on other than him. Since he was now in charge on my ‘foot massage’ the other four were cluttering around my crotch, discovering the joys of having so much stuff to play with, barely having to share any even in between four increasingly horny males. There was no real debate to be made at this point, so, as they got more and more into it, as they began to press their snouts and nostrils against my flesh, greedily huffing down the smell of spent cum and sweat, their tongues peeking ever so slightly to lap at my skin, their hands grabbing as much as they could, I let myself go. The gecko was the first to know what that meant, his entire body instantly doused in a thick layer of herm pre, so cloudy it was almost white after close to entire day of little to no release, thick strands dripping from the bridge of his nose on the floor. He opened his mouth, tasted a little and decided it was good, diving in on my toes to lick them clean with feverish devotion. The others saw it and gulped, stealing a glance at me before looking at my cock.

The wolf stopped nuzzling my left nut and moved at the front, grabbing on my crown, determined to claim that part of me while his friends still humped my sack, spilling a couple of loads on it. I watched him lift my foreskin and take a sniff, shivering as the strong stench of cum wafted into his nose, his broad tongue sneaking underneath my hood and going mad, trying to scrape as much precum as he could before the next shot. I tried to hold back, let him have some fun, but the only human of the group suddenly dived for the base of my cock and squeezed as hard as he could with his hands, throwing me off just enough to make me lose control. The wolf was hit in the chest with an even thicker load of precum, splattering all around him, hitting him in the chin while the rest oozed and got absorbed by his fluffy fur. That didn’t seem to discourage him as he grabbed my tip and peeled my foreskin back, uncovering bit by bit the fat drooling crown, he resumed licking. His fur tickled a little but it wasn’t a turn down, in fact, seeing his fur stick to his skin, revealing a hint of abs and muscle hiding beneath it, was quite arousing. The kid was a little bit hung and on his way to become a stud, if he went to the gym often enough. I gradually felt myself get actually hard, throbbing in the hands of three males that had never held something other than their own prick, watching their eyes widen in shock, awe, envy and lust as I surpassed the three foot mark and made the wolf struggle to keep me in his hands. He scooted back, never stopping, his tongue now inching close and closer to the gaping cum slit on top, sliding inside just barely, lapping at my insides, his throat jumping up and down with the idle flow of precum, his cock throbbing unattended, smeared and covered in my fluids as more than he could drink spilled around his muzzle. I could see a paunch already forming and still he kept licking, teasing my urethra in a way that made me think of something far more lewd and arousing.

The room had long since stopped smelling of fresh paper and young bodies, the smell of sweat and heavy, dense musk coating everything around me, the couch beneath my ass would probably stink of it for quite a long while and most items wouldn’t even be sellable so hard they smelled of me, but it mattered little. Every breath I took was more laden with my musk, making me grow a little harder in the hands of my new pets, making the stench of sex thicker and on and on it went, a never ending cycle of impending lust. I could feel my sack swell, drop a little lower, make the guys trying to lap every drop of sweat work harder, racing against each other for just one more dose of herm musk, fighting to get their noses under my cock where it met my balls, moan with mounting lust when a fat drop of pre escaped the seal that was the wolf’s muzzle in my cum pipe, watching it travel on the underside of my shaft before rushing to get it. With each lick and sniff, with every tug at my tits, my cock grew harder, beyond three feet, beyond four, the wolf scooting further and further back, his hands now stroking his own ten incher, smearing it with precum thick enough to be lube when my cock had become hard enough to stand horizontal on its own. A small pond of pre was at my feet, around the wolf and the gecko’s knees, high enough to lap at their small balls and fill in the space between their cheeks. My toes were cleaned again and again and again, every time the gecko moved to the other, my cock would sway to the side he had just tended to, unloading a few gallons of pre, turning my scales in a mess dripping with sticky fluids which he gladly cleaned once more. When I finally got fully hard, all four and a half feet of me drooping under the sheer weight of my meat, oozing precum by the gallon, I felt my balls lurch, swell and sag, growing a tad bigger and a tad heavier, egging the three around them to lick harder, humping them as if they were trying to breed a real woman, panting, moaning, shoving their snouts and noses against my cock for one more fix of sweaty herm cock, their tongues lolling out, ready to lick every drop they saw. The only ones not having so much fun anymore were Danny and his friend, still stuck milking me, their movements a little sluggish after nearly twenty minutes of constant efforts. They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe they were still not done, that I was still full and that milk still flowed with the same force and pressure as when they had started, my tits barely shrinking, not even a cup smaller.

“Are you two tired?” I scratched Danny’s chin, earning myself a purr and a weak, embarrassed nod that was mirrored on the other side. “Well then drink up, milk is good for a kitten, isn’t it?” And here I thought they would stop being shocked.

Their pupils widened a little more, their barbed shafts stood a little harder in the musky air, drooling thin strands of arousal, their entire torsos and legs drenched in frothy milk, fur sticking at odd angles. They didn’t waste a second, sitting on the arms of the couch, mouths opening only to close around my nipples, straining a little to take as much of them as they could. It took only a single spurt to fill their mouths, forcing them to start swallowing as I squeezed a little, egging them to actually start nursing like the good kittens they were. Much like the thirsty wolf making out with my cock, their throats moved incessantly up and down, gulp after gulp, eagerly, greedily swallowing mouthful after mouthful of milk, their hands replacing mine to knead my titflesh, bellies filling up fast. It was actually kind of nice just staying like this, letting other people do the work, me not chiming in even slightly, no directions given, no way to tell what they would do next, all a big mystery and I was only along for the ride. My cock was taken care of by four hungry tongues, cleaned and toyed with over and over again, my tits slowly but surely emptied of their cargo gulp after gulp as bellies were filled and swelled, my balls smeared in loads of cum, spread like a lewd lotion as the four that had spilled them rubbed their entire bodies on my skin, uncertain whether to stay and worship those swollen, musky orbs or my throbbing shaft. Two at a time hugging my cock, turning their upper bodies into tools to jerk me off, their arms struggling a little to keep me in place as they pumped back and forth without end, their reward a few throbs, denser musk as only one got to enjoy the fruits of their labour. At this point I should have started to worry about the inevitable orgasm I was about to reach, maybe even try to search for a safer place to go to and avoid trouble with the owner of the shop but I was really, really liking this couch and the treatment, getting up would have been such a waste of time and such a turn off… As the pool spread across the floor, as the walls and the ceiling got hit by random splatters of thick pre here and there, left to drip in dense blobs below, I decided to not care and just let myself go for a while. The moment I made that decision, my balls gurgled and swelled a couple of inches, my cock stretching thicker and longer, past the four and a half foot mark, swallowing the wolf’s head almost entirely in one wet, lewd lurch, all the precum shoved inside his gullet by sheer pressure. As my sensitive inner plumbing was spread and tickled by his fur, I moaned and grabbed at the two cats still nursing at my tits for support, smothering them in enough titflesh to make their heads disappear. With one last gurgle my balls drew up, shrinking ever so slightly do deliver a massive cumshot that the wolf felt way before it even hit him straight in the face. His stomach bloated instantly, his own shaft spilling yet another rope of seed, the last ones he had to offer me, the remaining twitches of his ten incher firing blanks. He was shot on the floor the moment he failed to swallow the next shot, pinned to the ground by one, two, three monumental pumps of my nuts, his entire body drenched even more than before, fur virtually glued to his skin as my cock was held still by the three remaining men to my sides, attempting to control it as it swelled and squirmed in their arms. The wall in front of me was next, painted over and over with cum thick enough to stay on it, barely oozing down, pump after pump after pump, the tide of seed at my feet growing faster than they could imagine, sweeping away boxes, their bags, their clothes and the chairs left empty to the side. The door held magnificently, creaking, leaking god knows how much stuff from the tiny gap below but it held, all the rest of the roiling musky tide contained within for the moment. Half a foot, a foot, it kept growing, deeper, warmer, filling every last crack in the walls, my balls floating on top as the denser cargo lifted them up all on its own. I roared and stood up, sending all my pets inside the pool as I reached around my cock, pointed it up and stroked myself, my arms going up and down, teasing all the right spots, my legs spread wide to support my weight and keep me balanced as I doused the ceiling in more cum than anyone had the right to produce in an entire life time with each single cumshot. It was painful, it was magnificent, more so than normal and I didn’t know why but I didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was the next load spilled on a wall. The door gave in when the sea of cum reached my knees, cracking and splintering, soaked, mushy wood giving in to so much cum it filled the entire corridor in seconds and then resumed growing deeper. In the corner of my eyes I saw the girl at the counter come, waddling through the thick spunk, her clothes drenched in sweat, her pants gone somewhere, her swollen muff dripping her own fair share of lust against her inner thighs. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock, just in time as I turned around and aimed my gaping cock slit at her, sweeping off her feet with one of the last few cumshots I had left, spurt after spurt with weakening force, paling in comparison to what I had spilled before but still more than enough to give her the bath of a lifetime.

As the minutes passed and I came down from my blissful high, I was met with a familiar, cummy landscape that stank of me, drywall falling apart, comics soaked through floating along bits of wood and plastic furniture. My arms hurt a little so I let my cock go, hearing it splash in a knee deep sea of spunk beneath me, still leaking idly with the last drops like the girls above, now emptied to a more manageable E cup. I cupped them and they felt… heavier while still being empty of milk, my nipples sore after being handled so roughly, a little bigger than before. In a moment of worry, I checked myself, over and over, sizing myself up in the mirror of my thankfully waterproof phone and yes, I grew a few inches all over.

“Well fuck.” No matter where I looked, it was the same dripping, musky hellscape, my clothes were completely ruined and so were the ones of the boys, not to mention the entire lower floor of the shop. Every breath was laden with enough musk that even I was starting to get hard all over again, which was a terrible yet amazing feeling. “So not only I have to go and find some clothes to wear but also new ones to put on later… just great.”

“What the fuck is happening here??” And, with my luck, someone just entered the shop. The entrance door jingled and closed a moment later. “Fran? Where are you?”

“Here boss!” From the sea of cum a hand and then a head emerged, covered in sticky seed that dripped and made smaller ripples appear around the human girl. “Downstairs.” In between the incessant splash of cum from above, I heard the sound of shoes hitting the stairs before a big splash and a series of curses. A boar appeared sooner than I would have liked, angry and horny at the same time since his breaths were chock full of musk and his pants seemed to be increasingly full of boar cock.

“Fran, you’d better tell me who the hell is this and what the fuck is going on.”

“Well, sir, ehm, some of the customers brought her here, I thought she was just their friend coming over for some fun but then… I started hearing moans, grunts, the air smelled funky and… I called you right before it got too hard to keep my head straight.” She tried to cover her crotch with her hands, but the severe lack of pants and panties was quite incriminating for herself. “That situation lasted an hour straight before the door shattered and the, uhm, this place flooded.” The boar looked at me, looked below, looked at me again and groaned. There was little in the way of doubt as to what the stuff he was knee deep in was nor about who had made it.

“I’ll have to call the owner of the building to talk about sending someone over to arrest her and the other customers.” He rubbed his thick forehead before glancing at the two of us. “Where are they?”

“Oh, passed out I think.” I peeked inside the room I had just come out of. “Yep, passed out and sleeping on what is left of the table.”

“I hope you’ll lose that grin of yours when the cops come. This is destruction of property and you all will answer for the damages caused.” The moment he said that, one of the bookshelves in the corridor creaked, groaned and tipped over, falling straight into my cum lake, sending waves of spunk high enough to bathe all of us from head to toe in it. The boar sputtered, groaning as he supported himself on the wall nearest to him, his pants tenting, jumping with every throb of his shaft inside them, the shape of his sizeable nuts visible through the soaked fabric, delivering shot after shot of his own brand of spunk. “Hhnng… oh, you’re in trouble.” He took the phone out of his pockets only to notice it was now also covered in cum and broken. I smiled and handed him mine since it was still operational. I may have just ran or tried something to get myself out of this mess but at this point the cameras had probably recorded my arrival and I doubted the girl and that boar would even think of letting me go. The phone rang for a while before the person on the other side answered. “Sir, we’ve got an issue. No, it’s not that guy again… no, not the Florians either, they got evicted after I caught them trying to hide drugs in the toilet tank just before the last inspection… yes.” The boar kept talking, enumerating a number of different troublemakers of all breeds and makes. Was this place cursed or something? “It’s a dragon, young, probably…”

“Twenty three.” I made sure to correct him well before he managed to actually guess my age.

“Twenty three years old.” He looked down at my crotch. “Hermaphrodite, green scales maybe six feet tall… yes, I will hold on for a moment.” He seemed a little taken aback when he was asked to hold the line and wait. It took a little while but when he was finally taken off that hold, his eyes ballooned out and he started to sweat profusely. “Ah, s-sir! Yes, yes, I’m Dorian Nicolson, the manager of the building… ye-yes sir, she’s right in front of me as I speak.” The sudden shift in tone shocked even me and Fran who was still trying to get her hair clean of my cum. After a second or two he turned around and looked at me, arms stretched to hand me my phone. “He wants to talk to you.” I frowned, took the phone and cleared my throat.

“Yes?”

“Miss Nyla, my name is Boris Carlisle, the owner of the plot of land the building and the shop you are in.” The Carlisle? One of the richest men in the entire city if not in the entire state? Wait… where did I also hear that name? “And the father of Horace Carlisle, the young man you, ehm, entertained a while ago at the club you work at.”

“Horace? Oh, that cute little guy! I remember him, he got all flustered in the middle of the night and took me to his apartment. How is he?” I heard a cough come from the other side as well as a quiet gasp from the boar who might have guessed which Horace I was talking about. “I left him naked on his couch after he came again inside me.” Now even Fran was blushing and gasping.

“He is fine, well, mostly fine: he hasn’t been able to get over your encounter and wants to meet you again. He has also been seen by a number of doctors after your little night together left him with an… let’s say enhancement to his crotch.” Ah, that was a fun one. That previously cocky donkey got all submissive once he got familiar with his grown shaft and bigger balls, begging me to give him another chance to shove it in my own cock and see if he got even bigger. “He doesn’t seem to be in any danger but he has not stopped asking to see you again. You are a remarkably hard person to find.”

“And I’m not even trying. I just don’t like attention.”

“You say that but on the web there are dozens of videos with you in them: we are talking about shots of your adventure at that abandoned factory, your daily life in your campus and in class, rumours of a… unconventional visit at the hospital, more than one report from your old school… the list of damages you caused is quite long.” Well, he dug up my past, isn’t that really mob-like? “But you have no need to worry, miss, even if you did ruin my son’s apartment to the point I had to completely remove the furniture and re-install the very expensive cedar wood flooring.” And now he is aiming for the money. Of course a magnate aims for where it hurts the most, probably he is also aware of my current predicament, my debt. “And now I have been made aware that you have turned another of my properties into one of your many cases of… uncontrolled virility.” I smiled, gods that felt nice to hear. ‘Uncontrolled virility’, sounds like some kind of cheap boner pill name or lotion to smear to last longer. “We have been monitoring social media accounts of your entire department at the college, your workplace and your close friends and family, someone is also in close contact with a few doctors at the hospital where your sister is currently still sleeping. Oh, by the way, I hope she gets better soon.” I would have said thanks if I weren’t almost scared of this man. “Here’s the deal, I forget about everything you have done, all the damage to my belongings, the changes my son has gone through but in exchange I want you to meet him again, with me very close-by of course. Just in case.”

“Cut to the chase Boris, what do you want?” Ok, a moment of truth right here: if I weren’t buck naked, standing in a massive, thousand gallon pool of my own cum, leaking milk from my tits still, stinking of sex and sweat, I would have felt like I was in a movie. Boris sounds too much like the name of a boss from some evil crime syndicate, doesn’t it? The boar gulped and tried not to appear too scared of my attitude. “Why are you blackmailing me?”

“It’s not blackmail, I’m just trying to know better my future daughter-in-law, that’s all.”