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Eccentric Orbit

Part Two

Transfer

()()()

"Ech," Carolyn complained, looking at the thick bit of Richter's cum stretched between her fingers. "It's like paste or something."

"Just get the sample, Carolyn," Sally ordered through the intercom. "If we're to study him, we need to see how his sperm operates."

"I think I can feel his sperm crawling on me." Carolyn looked down at the colossal mess on the floor. It had taken nearly an hour for Julie to empty out completely, by which time she had fallen asleep (thank God), leaving a puddle on the ground several inches deep. Carolyn was sent in with little but a breathing mask and a scoop to collect some of it, and had a few scares when she nearly tripped through the thick morass. If Richter was as virile as they thought, the slightest brush of her pussy against the goo would render her pregnant immediately, and that was not an outcome she was looking forward to. "Where the hell did this all come from, anyway? I mean, yeah, he has balls as big as my head, but...this is just insane!"

"That's what we're trying to figure out, Carolyn, and we won't be able to do that if you don't get the sample!"

We still probably won't be able to do it, she thought. Every theory I've come up with went bust, even for regular hypers. What the hell is up with these freaks?

She shook her head and hissed. "It doesn't matter right now, just get the sample so we can study it."

"Fine, fine." Under her breath, Carolyn muttered something that Sally couldn't quite figure out. Her best guess was "wine purer", but she ignored it as she continued wondering how, exactly, Richter did it. Perhaps looking closer at the sperm would reveal some answers.

()()()

It didn't.

"Holy crap," Carolyn said in shock. "Look at the size of it!"

Upon one of the many screens in the laboratory, an image was displayed, and quite a shocking one at that. It was a side-by-side comparison of regular sperm and the sperm attained from Richter's sample, and the difference was obvious. The eagle's sperm was at least twice as large as the regular samples, and from a glance through the microscope, seemed to be quite a bit more mobile as well.

"Quite impressive," Sally noted. "I'll try to extract a sample of DNA to see how it works. The report said all his breeders laid clutches of eggs, so it most likely overwrites part of what's in the ova and produces a diploid cell that, genetically, is mostly a copy of him."

"Weird," Carolyn muttered. "I'm gonna go take a shower, I still feel dirty. Where's Richter?"

"He's been placed in quarantine until further testing is needed, and yes, I checked to make sure the doors were working."

"Good. The last thing we need is him running around like a damn lunatic."

"I'd say 'don't jinx it', but that wouldn't be very scientific." Sally slithered to a console and started typing at it. "I'd like to continue working here. You can go."

"Gee, thanks." Carolyn promptly left, disturbed by the revelations. What, exactly, was up with Richter?

()()()

Currently, he wasn't up to much of anything. His room was barely any better than the testing chamber; he had a simple bed, of course, and a replicator, but other than that, it was bare. Hell, the replicator wasn't even that good; it was a much older model, and what food he could get out of it tasted like the real thing only in the barest sense; it looked nice, certainly, exactly like the fake food they used in advertisements for takeout places, but that was little consolation.

"Quite the conditions for the star subject," he complained, observing a hideously artificial, half-eaten salad with disgust. "Trying to keep me under control, I suppose. Good luck with that."

He laid down on the bed and looked towards the light embedded in the ceiling; it was comfortable, at least, but again, it was little consolation, as the room was so small he could barely pace in it.

He needed to get out of there, and soon.

()()()

Unlike Richter's Spartan abode, the lounge was quite lovely; it took up a whole floor on its own, large screens on the wall projecting a real-time image of the outside (as actual windows would have been obscenely dangerous and impractical. It was space, after all). Numerous, highly comfortable chairs were carefully arranged throughout, interspersed with potted, genetically-engineered super-plants that smelled like chocolate. A holographic waterfall feature was placed in the direct center, visible to everybody and indistinguishable from the real thing. Normally, it was a serene, pleasant environment, but...

"So anyway it was really cool watching my belly get really really big and I started wondering how big it would get and where it was all coming from and I think I might have started milking but it might have just been sweat and..."

...but Julie had been going on at Helen nonstop for nearly ten minutes now, only occasionally talking about the session with Richter, which was what she asked about in the first place.

"Um, Julie?" she interrupted, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you...okay?"

"What do you mean? I've never felt better in all my life! I just had, like, a pound of candy from the replicator in my room and--"

"You did WHAT?!" Helen shrieked. "Julie, you're not supposed to do that! And did you even think of what would happen to your kids?" She glanced at Julie's belly; was it already rounding out? That couldn't have been possible; even with Richter, it would take longer than that, surely, it was just her imagination, that Julie was already swelling with young, like she soon would be...

"Hey, Helen?" Julie asked. "Are you okay?"

The cow shook her head, staring back at Julie. "Sorry, I...got distracted. What were we talking about?"

"Well, you were yelling at me for eating a bunch of candy, but then you stopped and got kinda horny and I can smell it--"

"What?" Helen looked down, seeing that, indeed, a small puddle had formed beneath her pussy, a dead giveaway of what those thoughts had done to her. Oh, and joy upon joys, she had started lactating again.

"Uh, you'll have to excuse me," she said, covering her nipples as best she could and getting up from her seat. "I need to, uh, take care of business...and don't do that thing with the candy again!"

"Okay!" Julie lied as Helen left for the large, concentric entrance hall just outside the lounge.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" she complained as her nipples continued leaking, not even slightly abated by her arms. "Why does he have to be so hot? Why do my tits have to be so big? Why can't I just get laid?!"

"I can help with that," a booming voice came, from somewhere. She knew exactly who it was in an instant; after all, there was only one male aboard the station, and it was far more masculine than Valentina's, yet...both Valentina and Richter were on lockdown, far separate from everybody else, she knew. How had he gotten out, and what was that sudden, delightfully earthy scent invading her nostrils?

"R-Richter?" she stammered, looking around for the source. A slight bit of arousal splashed between her legs as she saw the colossal avian stepping towards her from...somewhere, she didn't care where, all that mattered was that he was there.

"You seem to like what you see," he observed with a slight chuckle. "But you seem embarrassed at the same time. What's wrong?"

"W...I...aren't you supposed to be locked in your room?"

He shrugged. "It wasn't terribly interesting in there, unfortunately. An outdated replicator, a bed...nothing else, really. Quite disappointing."

"Really?" she asked. "Not even a TV or anything?"

"No entertainment of any sort. Of course, I could probably make one from the replicator, but given how old that thing is, it wouldn't work very well."

"Oh...that's not good..." She moaned, finding herself getting a lot warmer all of a sudden. "B-but you're supposed to stay in there, right? So we don't get..."

"Affected?" he finished. "Well, yes, but they can't expect me to stay in such a cramped little room when there's so many other nice ones...like yours, for example."

"W-well...I guess it couldn't hurt to...go there..."

She closed her eyes, imagining his huge, muscular arms wrapping around her smaller frame, squishing her breasts and forcing out milk, the precious fluid leaking onto his impossibly huge cock that was going to go into her...

While she lost herself in the beautiful thought, he glanced at the ground, noticing the puddle of milk and arousal that had formed there. "Are you okay? You seem to be leaking a bit."

She sighed. "That's what happens when your mother is a hyper cow...you get four huge breasts, and they leak all the time. It's a real pain."

"Then perhaps they should be put to use, yes?" he suggested. "You are here to be bred by me, after all, so it stands that I should do so as soon as possible so that less of your precious milk goes to waste. Wouldn't you agree?"

"B-but...the experiment...we're supposed to...the lab..."

"Oh, the lab? But the lab was dreadful! Even worse than my room, if that's possible. Now, the lounge..." he suggested, eyeing the door. "Were you with anybody?"

"J-Julie...she was telling me about..."

"Our session?" he finished. "She did seem to have fun. I wonder if she'd be willing to help us out?"

"We should find out!" Helen yelled. "Now! Right now!"

She grabbed Richter's wrist, quickly pulling him inside the lounge. He squawked in shock, nearly falling right on his face as he was pulled along. Once they burst into the room, she stopped suddenly, nearly throwing him off once more.

"Hey! Julie!" Helen shouted, immediately calling the fennec's attention. "Wanna help Richter breed me!"

"Isn't he supposed to be inside?" she asked. "And isn't he only supposed to have sex with us in the lab?"

"Forget the lab!" Helen said. "We're making our own experiment!" She wrapped her arms around Richter, now quite impressed at both her strength and interest.

"Huh. Okay!" Julie skipped over to them, kneeling down right in front of Richter's sheath and sticking her tongue out.

"Wait," the eagle set his hand on her head, gently pushing her away. "I'd like to sit down first."

Julie stood up in a flash, running back over to the couch and kneeling in front of that, waiting for Richter to take his place before her.

"Well, I suppose that spot's as good as any." With great strides, Richter stepped over and took his seat, slouching with his legs wide like a great king upon a throne. Julie licked her lips and leaned forward to bury her muzzle in his crotch, absorbing as much of his musk as she could.

"You seem to have grasped this quite well, Julie," he observed. "However...I think I'd like Helen to take care of that. As for you..."

He lifted one of his legs, spreading out his long talons.

"I think you get the idea."

"Ooh!" Julie said. "That's fun!"

As Helen observed, Julie crawled over to his foot and began using her tongue there, instead, first dragging her tongue from the center of it up to the very tip of his middle claw, carefully avoiding the sharp talon.

"Mm, very nice, Julie, keep that up." As Julie continued worshipping his foot, he turned around to look back at Helen, who was looking at the show with a look of...apprehension?

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You seemed very excited just a minute ago."

"Oh...well, it's just...I might have gotten a little ahead of myself, and now...you start doing THAT with Julie..."

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't make you do that if you didn't want to. And I'll have you know I keep myself VERY clean, so it certainly isn't unsanitary."

"I like your foot!" Julie said, rubbing her cheek against it. "It feels nice!"

"And that's why I take care of them." He turned back to Helen. "Now, I know Valentina's here because of her parole agreement, but that certainly isn't why you came in here. And given how excited you were a few minutes ago...I have to wonder, Helen, why _did_you agree to this?"

She opened her mouth, but only sighed and shook her head, before regaining herself. "I want to know what it's like," she said, rubbing her four large breasts. "My parents were both hyper, and I had, like, eight siblings...and when I started actually thinking about it...I really liked it. I loved the idea of having that many kids...but every time I tried to ask somebody out, get something going...I just fell apart, and they left for somebody else."

Richter closed his eyes and nodded gently. "I won't leave you, Helen. I can give you everything you want, and even more...if you want to, that is. Like I said...I won't force you to do anything."

She brought a hand up to her mouth, as if to ponder. She didn't ponder for long, however, as she put it back at her side and moved over, hooves clomping with great intention.

"Bring it on, tough guy!" she said, stepping over the still-prostrate Julie and taking her proper place before his great sheath.

Immediately, she set to work, her large bovine tongue slathering all over his great balls, the size of the appendage well-suited for the job.

"Wow, they're huge~" she said, drawing away from those orbs. "I wonder how much you'll have to give me for our clutch~"

"Oh, plenty, Helen," he said, scratching behind her ears. "Even more than you would think."

"Well, I'm thinking a lot, so if you're right..."

"Believe me, when I bred Julie, she looked full term with...like, three litters at once."

"I was huge!" the fox confirmed. "And that was after some of it leaked out!"

"Mmmm...that sounds wonderful..." she moaned, rubbing herself against his balls and inhaling more of his musk...before gaining a look of consternation when she realized something.

"Uh...where'd it all come from?" she asked, bouncing one of his orbs up and down gently with her hand.

"Come again?"

"Well...your balls aren't that big...I mean, they're huge, but..."

"No, they only produce my seed. The prostate is where it's kept."

"But...that can't be big enough, can it? T-there's no way!"

He grinned. "That's not something you need to worry yourself about, Helen. All you need to worry about is my seed itself."

She glanced around, but then smiled and continued running her tongue over his mass, soon licking around the rim of his sheath as the flesh inside began to grow. Within mere seconds, the sheer size of his growing cock forced her to back away as it brushed against her nose, forcing his potent musk directly inside and making that heat in her belly grow even stronger. In fact, if she had it right, it was centered right on her womb...perhaps her ovaries were acting up from his scent? It didn't matter, as he was soon at full-length, and what a sight it was.

When they said he was much bigger than any other hyper, she hadn't fully believed them, but it was easy to believe them now. It was, at the very least, the size of her own forearm, reaching up his massive body to sit neatly in the middle of his chest, where the tapered tip had already leaked out a bit of his pre, staining his chest feathers.

Helen could only sputter out parts of syllables as she looked at it, reaching out with one hand to ensure it was real. As she came in contact with the sheer warmth it radiated, matched only by the warmth in her belly, it twitched slightly, shooting another large glob of pre, this time landing on her face. The salty fluid ran down her snout, some of it landing on her tongue and running to the back of her throat.

"Oh...that's good..." she moaned, surprised at just how good the salty tang of his pre felt in her mouth. It certainly beat replicated salad!

"There's plenty more for you, Helen," Richter said, gently gripping the back of her neck and lifting her up, until she was no longer kneeling fully and her mouth was level with his leaking tip. She immediately knew what had to be done, and, grabbing her top pair of breasts, set her mouth upon it, using her massive mammaries to engulf it from the side. A small splash of her rich milk leaked from her nipples as she increased the pressure, dripping all the way down his shaft and onto his balls.

"Ooh, that's perfect," he crooned, leaning his head back onto the couch. The feeling of her tongue running along the sensitive head of his breeding pole was, in a word...actually, he couldn't think of a word. Perfect might do; her tongue, as big and rough as it was, delicately ran over all his most sensitive spots, as if Helen instinctively knew exactly the way to please him best.

Noticing the milk leaking out of her teats, he reached a finger down to a droplet about to fall and brought it to his mouth. Immediately, that one single drop seemed to bask his entire tongue in a sweet, rich flavor, immediately earning an "Mm!" of approval.

"Like it?" she asked, drawing her mouth away from his tip.

"I love it," he said. "Now I know why hyper milk sells for so much."

"And it's very_nutritious," she said, squeezing out some more of that thick, white fluid. "Our children are going to be so healthy...so _strong..."

"If you're the one feeding them, I'd have no doubt about that."

"Aw, but I wanted to feed mine!" Julie complained, looking up from behind his foot.

"Don't worry, Julie, you'll get to. I'll make sure of that. And if you keep eating my cum, your milk should be just as good by the time you lay."

"Yay!"

"Now, then, I think you've done that foot enough. How about the other?"

"Sure thing!" In one impossibly fast motion, she set his right foot down and moved to his left, giving the appendage the same loving attention she had given to the other one.

"Very nice." He turned back toward Helen. "Shall we continue?"

Helen suddenly seemed concerned. "I don't know...somebody might catch us here, you know, we might not have enough time..."

"I think you've done enough with your mouth, anyway." He drew his foot away from Julie's still-active tongue and stood up, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and guiding her onto the couch, laying her down as a lover to bed.

"You look wonderful," he observed of her prostrate form. He promptly climbed onto the couch atop her, cock aimed straight at her wet pussy. "I'll bet you'll look even more wonderful with a bellyful of my eggs."

"Let's find out, then."

Richter started to move, but not before a high-pitched voice interrupted.

"Wait, what do I do, now?" Julie asked.

"Oh." Richter looked around, trying to avoid her. "Uh...you could...watch, I guess? I might kick you on accident if you do any foot stuff."

"Okay!" Julie sat down, staring at them excitedly.

"...Anyway, as I was saying, let's find out!"

He moved forward once more, agonizingly slow, his pointed tip just barely stretching her opening as he looked down at Helen's face. Her mouth hung open and she suddenly started breathing heavily, eyes shut tight as his cock slooowly pushed more and more of itself inside. Even at his leisurely rate, he still soon hit her cervix, the only thing "protecting" her womb from his unrelenting cock and the sperm that would invade from it.

"Ah...oh...oh, Richter, it's so big..." She forced her eyes open and looked down, shocked at how little of it she had actually taken when he reached what she thought was the limit. Already, it felt like he had dwarfed a normal cock twice over, yet it wasn't even halfway in yet!

"Oh, yes, Helen, it's very big. And all if it is going inside."

Her eyes widened. "W-what? I...is that even possible?"

"Sure is!" Julie confirmed. "He stuck the whole thing in me, balls-deep! You could even see it's outline!"

Helen gulped. "Uh...that doesn't sound very safe..."

Richter reached down to her cheek, moving her to look him in the eye.

"I can promise you, Helen, it won't hurt a bit. You'll love it."

She nodded. "Okay. Keep going."

He pushed forward, and to her shock, his tip actually spread through her inner opening as well, entering the chamber it guarded with ease. Such a thing was quite new to her, and she clenched down hard on his cock, as well as wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders for support. Yet, even as more passed through into her womb, his tip resting against the very back of it as her stomach bulged out around his mass, tracing it perfectly...there was still a little bit more to go.

"Ah...Richter...please..."

"Do we need to stop?"

"N-no...don't stop...fuck me full of your eggs as hard as you can!" she cried suddenly.

He shrugged. "As you wish."

With one final buck of his hips, he fully hilted himself, stretching out her soon-to-be egg chamber itself around his cock as the walls of her pussy were stretched to their ultimate limit. The musk-heightened nerve endings finally decided enough was enough and sent a direct jolt of screaming pleasure to her brain, a raw, animalistic orgasm the likes of which she had never dared imagine, not even her deepest fantasies of being bred by a hyper stud. Indeed, none of the various imaginary studs her mind concocted on those lonely nights held a candle to Richter, and she knew as the orgasm finally died down after nearly a minute of clenching, squirting, screaming, thrashing joy she would never need one of those fantasies again.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, laughing heartily. "If you keep clenching down on me like that, I might just blow my load!"

"Oh, please~" she muttered, not really paying attention. "You do whatever you want in me~"

"Now, Helen, you don't want it to be over already, do you? I would hate for you not to get at least a little bit more out of this before I finish."

"Aw, you're so nice..."

Richter decided that would have to be enough, and he carefully drew back, Helen's pussy stretching back down until once again only a few inches of the tip was resting inside.

"I'm just doing what would make both of us happy."

He adjusted his legs slightly so he could thrust into her properly, while she wrapped her own legs around his massive thighs, managing to push him in slightly more herself.

"Ooh! Getting a bit friendly with your legs there, eh?"

"I'd say we were already pretty friendly when you had that thing balls-deep in my womb."

"Let's get friendly again, then!"

He bucked his hips forward, making up an impressive amount of distance in one quick buck. Though previously the entrance into her was a slow affair, almost agonizing, it was now astonishingly quick, impaling her so fast she barely had time to react as her stomach bulged lewdly again. He held for a moment, allowing her to run her hands over the head of his cock through her own belly.

"I'm really gonna blow if you keep that up," he complained, face straining.

"Sorry." She took her hands away, and in return, he drew his cock back, before slamming it forward once more, finally developing a proper rhythm, albeit a syncopated one: entering in one quick, sudden thrust, then slowly pulling out.

"How's this?" he asked, after repeating a few measures of the strange melody.

"Oh, that--AH!--that's perfect, keep going..."

He did, of course, taking great enjoyment himself. Since Helen was that much larger, she wasn't as tight as Julie, though for his size, the difference was slight, barely noticeable, really, and he found that in the comforting, open space of the lounge, upon a far more comfortable surface, and with that lovely water feature, he was actually enjoying Helen's breeding more than Julie's. Had he done enough for Julie? He'd have to remember to treat her better next time, after her first clutch was laid. It was only the polite thing to do, after all.

After coming to that conclusion, he realized he had absent-mindedly increased his thrusting until now he was going in and out of her in less than a second each time, probably closer to half for each repetition. He looked down and grinned at Helen's love-drunk face, tongue lolling out to one side and eyes rolled up as the stud above mercilessly pounded her.

"That's right!" he yelled. "Take me!" He leaned in closer to her, putting his mouth right next to her ear. His thrusts grew shorter and faster, his cock no longer even leaving her womb. "Take...it...ALL!"

He hilted for the last time and finally came inside her, struggling to hold his balls-deep position from the sheer pressure of the sperm forcing its way into her womb. In the blink of an eye she was impregnated, Richter's oversized sperm flooding her eggs with ease. Even after she was firmly and utterly knocked up, his body mindlessly continued, soon enough the torrent expanding her belly as if she was progressing through the pregnancy in mere minutes, first trimester, second, third...and it kept going past that, leaving her looking full-term with twins, then soon triplets, slowly pushing him back up...by the time he was finished, minutes later, he was forced to sit up completely, and Helen's ludicrously expanded stomach looked big enough to hold Julie and still leave her with elbow room.

"Hah...hah..." he panted heavily, pulling out of her slowly, and, with a wet *POP*, leaving her completely, her gaping, well-bred pussy letting out a torrent of his cum in its own right. "Magnificent."

Helen took some time to recover from the event, feeling over the sheer size of her belly several times before she could talk.

"That...was amazing...thank you, Richter..."

"Just giving you what you wanted," he said, stepping off the couch and looking at Julie.

"Now, I wouldn't want to leave you out of this..."

The fennec saw that his cock was hardening again already, and smiled.

()()()

"Oof, I needed that," Carolyn said, stepping out of the shower. Hot, recycled water dripped from her black and white feathers, patting them down to her skin. She figured it would dry out on its own eventually, and didn't want to put in the effort anyway; for now, she just wanted to rest.

As water dripped onto the floor, soaking into the carpets and back into the recycling system, she made her way to the lounge, and couldn't help but glance out the viewscreens that served as windows. Even though she had been there for some time already, waiting for the subjects and adjusting to life in orbit around a gas giant, she couldn't help but still be impressed at the sheer size and presence of Jupiter. She really was quite lucky; the vast majority of people would never even get a chance at seeing what she was seeing.

Of course, most people wouldn't get a chance at seeing what she saw when she entered the lounge, either; a slender fennec and a bulkier, four-breasted brown cow, the former splattered with cum and the latter massively swollen with the same thing, both sitting dazed in a massive puddle of the stuff.

"What the FUCK?!" she yelled, calling their attention immediately.

"Oops," Julie muttered.