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Writing, Characters, and Setting by Serif Tarkus

Ari slumped against the near golden sand dunes, staring up at the blank skies, scheming what to do next. Her objective lay on the other side of the hill; a large shamble of a warehouse, seemingly put together with scrap and an amateur's mindset. It was a vast building, sporting massive holes that hinted at something within and some sloppily written graffiti plastered against the front for all to see. Whether it was “Adam S.” or “Adams” she couldn't discern, but from what her contact had informed her, that was what to look for.

As a drifter, she had staked a living selling off mechanical scrap to whoever would put it to better use. This, however, was a catch beyond any she had done before. Completed works from Chirex, the leading corporation in. . . well, everything since everything had seemingly reset itself into endless seas of sand and waste. Apparently, some bandits had raided a band of merchants escorting a haul of old Chirex prototypes. Old, but still useful when you can hardly afford fur dye.

Just thinking about it made a small tent in her torn shorts. She could be set for the rest of her life if she played her cards right. Her informant had been more than helpful, a husky looking wolf she had a romp with in a town just half a day away.

He was a pleasant fellow, if just a little rough at times. It was her first time with him, so she never expected a man to go down on her of all people. Most people steered clear of hermaphrodites, but he even had the decency to please her in turn.

She can still remember his maw as it wrapped along her feline length. His muscular hands gliding gently along her thighs as she sat on that mattress back at the inn. The teasing in-out-in-out as his tongue caressed the barbs, occasionally pulling out to plant small kisses on her tip –

Gods, she was already teasing herself between the folds of her sex. She couldn't help it, to be tended to after months without a single lay made her desperate. It was the morning after when the man told her of the warehouse out eastward. He described it as a grand masterpiece with marvelous writing decorating the walls, like some golden city holding prized treasures. Seeing it now, she knew the latter part was obviously false.

Regardless, she had to at least get inside to see what type of tech she could grab. Slowly, she sneaked around towards the front with the graffiti until she found herself crouching to the side of an empty dumpster. Not wanting to take the formal route, Ari checked the many holes in the structure before settling on one large enough just up and to the right of the dumpster. It must have been around twelve feet high. She was a lithe figure though, her body well toned from the harsh desert sands. Size didn't matter to much to her as long as it could fit her.

Not wanting to be heard, she tested the stability of the dumpster before leaping up with cat-like grace. Then, inching her feet along the side of the wall found herself just below the hole to the building. Grabbing the lower portion of the hole, she hefted her body up in a single stroke before resting her middle on the entrance.

“Shit!”

She couldn't help yelling out as she felt a scrap of steel tear along her thigh, causing her to tumble down the entire length down.

Around her, it was near total darkness, being barely able to discern any of the mechanical masses from each other. At the very least, it also meant there was no one here right now. Ari rearranged herself so she could sit on the barren dirt, examining what damage she had from the fall.

She had seen worse, a two inch gash across her thigh had caused some blood to trickle down, watering the earth to a tint of red. Reaching into her pack, she grabbed some extra cloth and wrapped it around the wound, making a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. With wobbling feet, she got herself and ambled across the walls to find some sort of lighting.

However, it was mere moments until the warehouse answered her wishes itself. Bulbs pulsed to life with such an extreme light, Ari had to shield her eyes to keep from being blinded. In the distance, she can hear various machines whirring with productivity, and even fainter. . . could she hear moaning? Not knowing what to do, all she could do was go forward to see what was going on. For as far as she can see, she can make out various boxes and large scraps of broken machinery, all decorated with that ubiquitous hourglass logo that showed it was Chirex.

Prying one box open, she dug through the various packages until she found one that caught her eyes; a package labeled “Dye Change #228B22,” something she could only guess was for changing one's fur or eye color. Maybe all these discarded products were outdated transformative mods?

Before she could dig any further, a loud clang rung out some boxes ahead. I have to get out of here fast was all she could think. Considering someone had to turn this place on, it could be just moments before she'd be caught. Stuffing as many of the packages into her bag as she could fit, she bolted as fast as her injured legs could carry her. She could feel the sagging weight of her bag as it kept thumping against her lower body. She knew it was a mistake to mindlessly shove so many in, but she just had to live with her mistake.

She kept making her way to the entrance when she heard some loud clanging from between some boxes up ahead. Fearing what it could be, she picked up her pace despite the increased pain in her leg. However, she was about a third of the way to the entrance when she tripped on her bad leg, her bag crashing onto her back like a cement brick. Cursing her clumsiness, she tried getting up again, but felt another smash against her injured leg from some unknown force. Crying in pain, all she could do was clutch her leg when somebody pressed all their weight on her.

“I see you came in right on time. It's good to see my plans never fail,” a voice called from behind her. It sounded. . . familiar to her, but the face seemed distant to her. She tried to turn her body to get a glance, but whoever rested on her refused to budge and, before she could resist, found herself with a burlap sack over the head. Trying to struggle, she tried to reach out to the person attacking her. It was futile though, and felt a syringe needle her neck before she slowly fell unconscious on the dirt floor. . .

***

Ari's legs felt numb from stillness when she woke up. The light shining from outside now seemed much redder from the evening, so she could only assume it must have been a few hours since her run in at the warehouse. Speaking of which –

What happened? She tried getting up, but found herself bound by a thick bundle of rope, meticulously knotted so as to prevent any sort of escape. It dug into her fur, now exposed since she wasn't wearing any clothing. Realizing this, Ari went flush with embarrassment, quickly trying to fold her legs in order to maintain her modesty. This was to no avail however, as more rope bound her legs to the chair, resulting in further constriction.

_Gods, I'm not going to get out of this. But why did they have to make me naked. . ._many answers came to her, but none seemed right. The best she could think of was some sort of sexual pleasure from her captors before finishing her off. An idea she was most opposed to. At the very least, she would have wanted her last time to be with someone she actually knew (or even cared for, but she could never think that far ahead), not from some losers who only wanted for themselves.

Unable to do anything, she could only wait anxiously when a figure arrived from an aisle several feet back. Coming into view, wolf's anatomy, a burly figure, purple fur, those darting green eyes. . .

“Hey, you're that guy from the tavern! You asshole, what are you doing here tying me up like this?”

Rather than say anything however, the wolf walked up to her, holding a small sack that made small ruffles as he swung it giddily from side to side. He was excited to get along with the show it seems. As he knelt down to dig into the sack, she could hear constant chuckles and mutters as though he was about to open a bag of goods.

“Ah, you see, we've been luring fine men down here for some. . .” he stopped, motioning his hands as though he was reaching for a thought. “Well, I guess you have the lady parts too, but that doesn't matter. It's all for a profit of course. Not much for you granted, but a nice profit nonetheless.”

“So you're enslaving males?” she asked. Before she could finish her question however, the man placed his hand over her mouth as he finished going through his bag. In his other hand lay a shiny latex object. Honestly, it looked like a black condom, but she couldn't get why such a thing would be so important.

“Enslaving is a bit of a loaded term. I'd like to think of it as forceful employment. But that's beside the point. What I need to do right now is slip this on you so we can get started,” he said as he pulled out the device. It didn't look much like any device she had ever seen. Ari blushed thinking about it, but it honestly appeared more like a condom than any tech she had ever seen. It was a large piece of black latex, and noticeably thicker than any she had put on before. It seemed more for some hyper-sized stallion than anything for her.

Positioning himself in front of Ari, he slipped the condom-like piece over her sheath, but took the effort of wrapping it over her balls as well. As soon as he took his hands aware from her, Ari suddenly felt the sensation of a thousand needle pricks engulfing her crotch. But it wasn't pain though, her head flush with arousal as she felt her penis peek out from her sheath before reaching full mast in all its feline glory. It felt like the thing was sucking on her as it continually pricked her, as if the thing was trying to milk her as well.

“Wh-what are you doing? Why does this feel so –” her mind short circuited itself. It was hard to concentrate between the constant pressure pressing on her dick. It was begging to be released now, the barbs flaring out as it throbbed with need. The condom was coated in a constant slathering of her precum, which only made her feel wetter as it kept its steady suction on her. Her mind was a haze, but she started noticing something strange going on with the device. Strangely, as more and more of her pre built up inside the latex, she could see it absorb it until nothing was left.

“Here let me help with that,” said the wolf as he wrapped his hands around her girth, steadily stroking it back and forth as she edged closer to her peak. Cupping her balls with the other hand, she could feel the tip of his fingers move along her length until two of his fingers teased and tweaked the tip. Fuck, teasing her like sent shocks of lust all through her body. She couldn't last much longer like this, a constant sweat now permeating across her dirtied body as she could do nothing but look on at the sight before her.

It was the greatest orgasm of her life. Streaks of white burst from her dick as she futilely lurched her hips forward to hump the air. The wolf had let go at this point, and simply looked at her with a smirk as she was left a writhing mess of sweat and fluids leaking from the condom. She had a visible sheen on her at this point, being unable to clean herself at all in her position.

During these moments she noticed how her load sat within the device, only to watch in shock as the cum was absorbed into the condom as well. Before she could say anything, she felt the pricks from the device go full throttle, needling her back into a painful throb again. It took moment for her dick to grow right in front of her, going up what must have been two inches in length. Although she couldn't see it, she could feel her balls weigh a bit heavier on her as well.

“I can see it's working as planned. I was a bit worried honestly. Never trained a Leorid before,” he said, waving a hand as a reference to her feline form. “Thought those kitty pricks might puncture the device. It's good to see it working in spite of that.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ari half-asked, being more of a cross between a moan and trying to assert herself.

“Well, since you couldn't figure it out, this is a milking operation. But not like those who get from those cowgirls on the ranch! No, this is a cock milking business. We're selling semen and semen-based products. Shakes and mixes for the 'physically minded' to get their protein has been very profitable for us so far. They don't know where the cum sausage is made. But who cares, right?”

Dumbfounded, she was finding it hard to wrap her head around such a scheme.

“. . .What? Who would buy this shit? You could do the same thing fifteen different ways, all of which not involving exploiting random travelers on the road,” she asked, trying to pry further into this man's absurd business model.

“Trends, my friend. Trends! People love chasing the newest fad. It just so happened that 'Adam Smith's Quality Snacks,'” her paused, pointing to himself to recognize himself with that name. “got to create one ourselves, and that just so happens to be cum chugging.”

“It was a marvelous stroke of luck, of course,” he continued. “But within that cache we stole were these little condom things, and I thought of trying it out on one of my goons. A fine young Bron-Stess, a real hunk of a bull. Needless to say, he was our first supplier. There were plenty of others as well. They're in the back, all in their own specialized milking stalls,” Smith said, shushing her so she can try to hear. It was hard, what with the constant pleasuring tool wrapped around her dick, but in the distance she swore she could hear the muffled groans at the opposite side of the warehouse.

“But that's for later,” he continued, bending over slightly to place his hands on her shoulders.

“Right now, we've got to get you prepped for work. It'll be about a week, so I'll have some buddies around to check on you while I'm out,” he concluded. And with that, he grabbed the sack, wiped off the now drying spat of pre, and walked out towards the entrance.

***

The sun was just going down, and already Ari's body was groaning in her own agonizing state of exhaustion and ecstasy. Her head rolled to the back of the chair, she had been groaning and moaning from those damned pricks from the condom. She was trying not to look at it, but her neck would ache after a while, forcing her back into a front view of her new tool. It was absolutely huge; her kitty dick must have been a full foot and a half at this point, and her balls felt like swollen apples. All this time though, they never felt drained. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. The device must have prepped her to always be ready. She swore she could feel her balls churning with more spunk to release only to be absorbed back into the device, and her penis had never retreated back into her sheath since she had first woken up.

Every once in a while, a wolf or cat would check up on her, usually to check on her ties or if the device was about to fall off. It was an hour ago since she had eaten, the cat boy having fed her himself due to the restraints. He seemed nice enough, but the wolf was an asshole through and through. It was a couple hours earlier that he had arrived, and rather than checking up on her, he had forced himself onto her, placing his sheath against her muzzle as he taunted her to, “do her job.”

She hadn't a choice in the matter. If she had bit him, things would have only been worse. After all, who knew what else lay in these halls. Ari could only guess the thousands of things that could be used to kill her, and she didn't want to find out.

So, she did what she had to do. It was a large thing – she wouldn't be surprised if he had sneaked one of these condoms for himself – considering it was about a foot in length. Combined with the suction from the device, her mind was devoid of all thought except for all carnal pleasures enrapturing her. Without even realizing it, she found herself lavishing his dick with her tongue. Her rough palate elicited small gasps and coos from the wolf, seemingly in thrall of her tongue work. It wasn't long until his knot started showing through, a large bulbous thing that glistened more the further she worked on him.

Before long, he grabbed her head with such force as to wake her from her stupor, piercing her throat with his dick with no care for her well being. Ari's eyes rolled to the back of her head, completely in love with the abuse she was receiving. She was drunk on sex, and being fucked this hard had pushed all other thought out from her mind beyond getting what they wanted.

He was a quickie however, lasting a couple minutes before he locked himself into her mouth, the knot swelling painfully in her jaw. She felt like his dick might dislocate it if it got any bigger. For several minutes, his dick steadily spurted stream upon stream of cum, causing her stomach to bloat out into a slight paunch. With a final pop, he released his hold on her, ruffled her head like some pet, and walked back to his post.

Her cock had throbbed harder than she had all that day, a constant leaking of pre seeming more like a faucet than someone's dick. She had come twice in that time alone, and it was certainly the greatest growth at that point.

As the sun was setting, she was starting to find it harder to concentrate as her exhaustion began to finally catch up with her. Before sleep overcame her, the last thing Ari saw was her penis, now a throbbing length that was over two feet long, a constant dribble of pre and cum ebbing down her length that would occasionally leak from the condom, causing her lower half to become a crusted mess of juices and sweat.

***

“Whoa-holy shit! She's more dick than cat at this point,” yelled Smith, finally back from whatever travels he embarked on. Ari would have remarked, but her brain was a blank slate, completely engulfed in sex after what must have been over a thousand orgasms in the span of a week. Her dick stuck out from her like a tree was glued to her. It must have been at least twelve feet in length, with a girth as thick Smith's whole body. He flicked his one of her many barbs, now larger than a penis on their own, eliciting a small yelp and moan from Aris. Her sack met a similar fate, looking like someone stuck two barrels underneath her. She could probably use her own balls as a makeshift chair if she wanted, he thought. Smith can hear the churning within those cum factories, audibly squelching as a small pool constantly flowed from her tip towards his feet.

“This is the biggest one we have yet. I bet she couldn't even move at this point,” Smith remarked. Amused by the sight, Smith kicked her length with his foot, eliciting a panicked moan from Ari as her dick blasted cum in shotgun blasts across the warehouse, staining the many wooden boxes with her fluids. One of the workers who had been with her, that cat boy named Eric if he recalled correctly, was also caught directly in the crossfire, being blown off his feet with such force that he hit the boxes.

“Eric, get off your ass and get me a cart. Gotta get this bitch over to the stalls so she can get to work,” barked Smith, slightly annoyed that some of the cum got on him as well. It was his favorite shirt too.

He heard some grumbling from the boy as he wheeled a large enough cart to carry the woman. It took some effort, but they managed to cut the bindings from her and drag her onto the cart after being coated further in her dick fluids.

The sudden orgasm stirred Ari into consciousness. There was only one thing on her mind though, and that was how to relieve all that excess spunk in her balls. Even when she was fully drained, she thought, she doubt they would ever shrink to a more manageable size. Those cum factories nearly immobilized her, and with her lack of exercise she doubt she could move them without help. She couldn't help but feel grateful for the boy for carting her around. She still had one other problem with her junk however; as she was carted off, a steady stream of pre oozed out from her cock, leaving a sticky trail of spunk that coalesced in large puddles whenever the boy had to stop. With her barrel sized nuts and hyper-sized dick, it was only understandable the boy would get tired. It must have been a massive weight on such a scrawny one as he was.

By the time they reached the stalls, Ari was alert enough to notice the incessant moaning coming from the other captors. With how loud they were, it was a surprise she never heard them before. Her station was a large stall that seemed specially made for her, as the twenty foot length of the room dwarfed the spaces of the stalls beside her. The stall was rather sparce, containing only a small bench at the side and some loosely paved sand for better comfort on people's feet.

What caught her eyes however was the massive tanker hooked up at the far end of the stall. While the other stalls never reached the top of the nine foot barricades separating them all, hers was large enough to nearly touch the ceiling. At the bottom of the machine rested what must have been the milker. The suction cup was absolutely massive, being custom built to cater to her body thick rocket. Lastly, right in front of the machine was a steel beam that spread across the length of the stall. She couldn't figure out why, but she could only hazard a guess to its purpose.

Before she was let into her stall, Ari was able to get some glances at her new neighbors. The one to her immediate right was that bull Smith was talking about earlier. While she knew Bron-Stess were naturally hung, this bull was certainly packing heat. His equine penis was easily five feet at least, with a girth that reminded her of those broken telephone poles she'd see out in the wastes. That flare at the end nearly doubled that size as well, and his recent orgasm covered him in a liquid sheen of sweat and juices. Even being several feet away Ari could smell the strong musk emanating from the man. It seemed addictive from a single whiff; she had to pull herself away both physically and mentally just to not want to run over and lavish his still stiff manhood.

Looking away, she saw two others. One was a human herm like her, though her tool was much less impressive. Being only two feet in length, she was most certainly the smallest of the group. Lastly, there was a male wolf who, being strapped to the milker with leather bindings, occasionally grunted from discomfort with the milker. His knot must have been the cause, being too large to fit in the milker creating a rubbing sensation that must have been unpleasant.

“Okay, gawking time's over,” called the cat boy, directing her over to her station to show her what to do.

It was rather simple. He would strap her to the milker, and the machine should take care of the rest. There was a small button to the right in case any problems should occur, and a small mattress would be laid out to the side come nighttime. Rather simple, but Ari could tell there was something wrong with the boy, as though some nagging thought was irritating him.

“But anyway, I guess this is it. Here, I'll strap you in.”

The boy tied up Ari so she was completely immobile, though with the size of her balls, that wasn't really an issue. Due to the mass, he couldn't tie her to from the front, instead opting from her behind to get a good grip. With some leather bounds, he fixed her arms to the iron bar, preventing any sort of upper body movement. Afterwards, he angled the suction cup to her penis, being too large to even stand up with an erection, and shoved in on with a loud Schllorrp sound. The sensation of just putting it on caused a gush of pre to spurt out, alerting the cat to move a little faster.

With a click of a green button, the massive machine whirred to life, creating a loud thrumming that (almost) silenced out the moaning from the other stalls. Suddenly, the suction cup on her dick began vibrating with a violent intensity as to be almost painful. Gasping, Ari struggled against her bonds as the suction cup started causing her penis to flare, becoming a much redder color as her veins became more pronounced. They looked obscene, those veins appearing like bulging rivers across the mounds that were her barbs. She could feel her libido spike, her pussy visibly gasping for a cock to be stuck inside as it languished from misuse. All the while she could feel the wet schlick of sweat and her musky odor rolling off her body. She hadn't bathed in all this time, and at this point she doubted she wouldn't smell like anything other than sex for the rest of her life. It was oddly addicting, each waft triggering another spike in her drive, causing more thick pre to shoot out like some thick liquid.

It was several minutes at this point, the pressure on her dick was becoming agonizingly painful. Crying out, she had to beg the boy to let the pain stop. The cat, embarrassed from his mistake, rushed over to the adjustments menu to lower the intensity. All the while, she could hear him crying out obscenities and apologies, but she couldn't make out much with all her senses being kicked into overdrive. It was a few minutes, Ari breathed a sigh of relief as it felt as though a valve slowly released some internal pressure on her now wracked body.

“I'm so sorry! I never ran this thing before, and today's been so stressful and –” but before the cat could plea any further, Ari felt an intense pressure building up inside her. Straining her arms, she bucked her hips as hard as she could as a torrent of cum cascaded through the suction cups, screaming in carnal bliss that ruptured throughout the entire building. It must have been nearly a hundred gallons, or at least it felt like it to her. She could even see the vat be filled up a few feet in her fluids, giving credence to her prestigious load. Amazingly, the suction cup expertly sucked all of the cum without a drop leaking out. After several minutes, her dick seemed to wind down, slowing her output to only a steady trickle as the machine continued with its stimulation.

“I-it's fine,” she muttered, hard of breath in between small gasps of air. Her orgasm had completely sapped her strength, and now felt detached from her own body.

“If you don't mind m-me asking,” she continued. “I noticed, w-well, kind of since I was half zonked out back there. But you seem like you don't even like your boss,” she stammered, causing the boy to reach out concernedly. There wasn't much he could he do really, since it was simply exhaustion. She couldn't help but smile at the boy despite her predicament. Maybe he had a heart after all? And if so, then maybe. . .

“Every day I come here, I only get more and more pissed off at my boss,” the boy responded.

Exactly what she wanted to hear.

“It's not like I had much choice here. I was part of the group of bandits who raided those caravans, but I never expected my life to turn into this,” he continued, waving his arms as though to signal the mess of machinery and sex.

“I had left the boring life to pursue something more interesting. Make a name for myself, you know? Next thing you know, I'm doing the exact thing I never wanted to do in the first place. He doesn't even get my name right. It's Aaron, not Eric. I have to help get all this cum ready for transport, all the while he gets to criticize every small thing I do. He doesn't even do anything, yet he thinks he knows everything,” he rambled on, at this point clearly angered with all the frustrations he had felt rising up in one single ball. Knowing this, he took a seat at the side to try getting his feelings back in order. Ari could tell he didn't want to be here, but maybe there was a way for him to break out of this.

“Why don't you just quit? It wouldn't seem that hard,” asked Ari.

“And do what? It's hard to leave when you don't know what to do afterwards. I could try joining another gang, but your name follows you. And if they know me as some coward who leaves when he doesn't get his way? Well, fuck me I guess.”

“Well, why don't we work together? Surely, if your boss doesn't even know his own business, someone more capable should take his place.”

There was a slight grin to her face. At this point, not even her milker could distract her from getting through to him. It appeared to be working too, as she could see his furrowed brow indicating he was actually considering it.

“. . .What would I have to do?” asked Aaron.

Yes, I have this now. Granted, she didn't really know how to tackle this guy. With her position, she wasn't really what one call prepared for taking down a bandit leader. She sat on it, trying to think of something while the milker continued its business.

It was becoming hard for her to concentrate however, as the rising pressure in her titanic balls meant another orgasm was coming. She could hear her balls churning as she began bucking her hips once more. With over twelve feet of dickflesh, her thrusting was starting to cause the machine hooked to the vat to shake slightly. Sweat continued to pour down her face, her odors now clogging her sinuses with her masculine scent. She could see her dick throbbing, the small lining of her veins becoming more pronounced as the suction slowly built pressure on it. It was as though this thing had a mind of its own, knowing just when to push her to the edge when she needed it.

At this point, Aaron wasn't expecting a real answer. Rejected with only further loss, he began to get up and leave when he turned to face Ari one more time.

It was this final glance when she tipped past the edge, screaming out in whorish moans as she felt her orgasm hitting her peak. Uselessly thrusting her hips, another cascade of cum rushed out into the vat. It felt thick as tar, her virility on full display as gallon after delicious gallon mixed in with the remains of her last orgasm.

It was in this post orgasm clarity that her brain hatched a plan for getting out of here.

“Wait, don't leave!” she half moaned, half yelled at him. Drops of sweat smeared around her face as she gasped for air. It was a full minute before she could catch her breath.

“When is the next time he'll be here?” she asked. Hopefully it was sooner rather than later.

“He comes in every fourth day of the week. Considering it's only the first, it'll be three days before he returns,” he answered. Even though his face drew the thin line of one without hope, his eyes widened in betrayal.

Beckoning him over, Aaron walked back to her to discuss what plans she had. It was several minutes to relay all she had thought up, and by the end of it she could tell Aaron was absolutely beaming. He was told to tell this to the others in their stalls so they could help, and Aaron was all too happy to oblige. Before he could leave however, Ari stopped him one last time.

“Aaron,” Ari asked out. “How do I press the button if I can't move my arms?”

“Oh, it's because we try to keep problems to a minimum.”

And with that he left, leaving Ari alone to work with reaching her cum quota for the day.

***

Three days of waiting left Ari with a lot of downtime. Granted, being pulled from orgasm to cock shattering orgasm did much to alleviate her boredom. Once her vat filled up though – and it was by midday each time – she was left with relaxing until night rolled around. Thankfully, her sack also provided as a handy bean bag chair, so she didn't have to move as much. She was getting the hang of it though. It took some practice, but she was able to sort of shimmy her balls around her front to waddle to where she needed to go. Miraculously, her penis was still able to recede back into her sheath, though this caused it to look like a mountain was placed on her crotch when it did so. At the least, it was rare when her penis would do so, often just flopping around uselessly as she walked around.

She was also able to get acquainted with her other stall mates. The bull, whose name she learned was Simon, was indeed the first one from the bandit group who used the penis-enhancing condom. He used to be Smith's right hand man, but after his incident was treated by him as little more than livestock. A real nice guy though. Often times he would share with her some word puzzles he'd sneak under the barricades at night to keep her bored. Apparently he wasn't all that dumb for what accounted for little more than a grunt. He wanted to work for Chirex, but seeing as Bron-Stess weren't all that applicable for hiring, he turned to stealing their stuff to experiment on himself. It was also him who learned of the caravan's route.

The other stall to her left had a bunny herm named Beth. Another drifter like her, she at least found some fun in continually jacking off into a container for hours. She had stamina for no other, her constant moans whorish as she slipped from orgasm to orgasm. There was a hole between her stall and hers that she would constantly use as a makeshift glory hole. Her scent was intoxicating, it was hard to keep herself from lavishing that pole of hers when she went to work.

That dick must have been five feet long and thick as a brick. It looked much like a typical human's penis, but was decorated with veins that bulged obscenely when she was about to reach her climax. It was the night before Smith would arrive when Ari found herself worshiping that slab of meat. Her smell permeated her senses with what accounted for as pure masculine odors. She could still imagine her scent thinking about it. It was too big to fit in her mouth, but Ari made do nonetheless. Wrapping her hands around her girth, her taste alone shot off orgasms from her writhing cunt as she sucked on whatever piece of dick she could latch on to. She alternated routinely from her spire and her tip, coating it to a glistening sheen with her juices.

It felt like bliss, being in that moment. She would go about kissing that tip of hers, and then Beth would squeal when Ari turned to give her dick several playful love bites. It must have been thirty minutes when Beth reached peak, bucking her hips against the barricade so violently as to cause it to shake. Latching on to all her might, Ari pressed her lips against her cumslit to catch it all. She knew it was futile; her orgasm exploding in such a thick blast it felt like sludge rolling down her throat. Thick rivulets of cum rolled down her neck towards her ballooning stomach as gallons poured into her. As much as she would have loved sticking it into her proper, this would have to do.

By the time Smith's examination day rolled around, she looked like she had been full term into her pregnancy. It sloshed heavily inside her as Aaron arrived to tie her up once more. Hopefully for the last time as well. She could feel her gut weigh against her own dick with its sag, but that only added to her own perverted sense of lust as the suction did its work.

She did slight tug at her bindings, noticing how much looser they felt compared to days previous. A slight flaw in their design to be sure, she thought to herself grinning all the while.

It was about midday when she could hear Smith's voice echo down the halls. She stirred slightly in her bound position as he finally entered her stall.

“Seems someone's been getting along with the others nicely,” remarked Smith as he pressed his finger against her gut, eliciting a sluttish moan from Ari as she felt her insides being stimulated like that.

“I guess it was Bess, right? She always did like getting 'friendly' with her stall mates,” he continued. “But that doesn't matter. It seems like you've done very well with your production. Never failed to reach your quota for the day, even able to create a small surplus when able. I gotta say, you've been our golden cow so far. And we're gonna have to milk you for all your worth. Who know, maybe we'll even get a more elaborate stall for you to better fit your status, eh?”

Ari couldn't do much more than nod as her penis began to pulse with her incoming orgasm. With a groan, she felt her dick once more shoot off her typical torrent of seed into that massive vat. In the back of her mind, she thought it wouldn't be so bad to be hooked up like this if it weren't for the unending slog to it all.

It was then that she could sense Aaron move into her stall as well. He made sure to stay as far back as he could, so as to draw as little attention to himself as possible. In his hands was a bundle of rope, the same kind used to bind her to the bar.

At this point, Smith was standing only a mere foot away from Ari, but she needed him to get just a bit closer. She needed to be sure there was as little margin of error as possible, and in order to do that, she would need to –

“Well I guess that's for later. For now, I better check with the others. Don't wanna waste any more of your time, right?” Smith said, chuckling at her expense. Before he turned however, Ari called out for his attention.

“Oh, so the girl does have something to say, eh? Well, out with it then. If you can concentrate enough to even make words,” he teased, finally getting close enough for her to grab him.

He bent down, straddling himself on her massive dick, practically grinding himself on her length. The stimulation was almost too much to bear, as another orgasm erupted through her, bringing her senses to screeching halt.

“Heh, bitch can't even think straight. Just as I thought. No more wasting my time then,” Smith finished as he began to lift himself off her.

Ari's orgasm bringing her back to clarity, she realized this was her chance. With one yank of her arms, she broke free of her bindings, bundled her hands into a single ball, and struck Smith on his side with as much strength as she could muster. Not comprehending what was going on, he could only yelp in surprise as he found himself whacked onto the ground. With a strained pull, Ari pulled her cock free from the suction cup, its strength loosened considerably from Aaron's meddling previously.

As Smith struggled to his feet, he found himself face to, well, dick as Ari swung it around to face him. It must have taken most of her energy to do so, as her face was visibly red from the strain she was putting herself in. As he tried to think of what to do, he steeled himself for what was to come next. In his mind, he couldn't think of what she could do to get him, her now much smaller frame being dwarfed to his bulky build. What he didn't expect however, was for her to grab her dick and, as if it were some comically sized baseball bat, swung it hard enough to send him off his feet.

It must have been dizzying, being sent several feet by a pole of pure dick. Not only that, but her penis felt slimy with all her loads she had blown today, of which not covered his entire midsection. Her smell now radiated from him, as though she just claimed him as her own bitch. He would take to get the smell off of him, he thought absentmindedly as he failed to find the strength to get back up.

Suddenly, he felt a warm heat pressed down on his back, a prickly sensation making him realize what was going on. It took Ari some effort, but she managed to rest her titanic dick right on top of him. It must have weighed a ton, and struggle as he might, Smith could only grunt in failure as he fought against her.

“I think it's about time you and I had a little talk, mister Smith,” started Ari. She'll admit, it was hard to talk after moving what must could of equated to a small tree with her hands, but by the gods she could feel her dick harden at the thought of teaching this bastard a lesson.

“I'm sick and tired of being your little cog in the machine. Or I guess it's more like cock in the machine, don't you think?” she taunted. Pointing a hand to Aaron, who still maintained his position at the back, she continued, “I've heard how much of an asshole you've been not only to us, but to your own actual workers as well. You took me against my will, gave me a dick I don't even know I could shrink back to a normal size, as well as ALL the others in this place. You have no respect, no DIGNITY, and most of all, no compassion. So I think it would be a good time, to give you a nice reward for all your trouble.”

Smith felt his lungs being crushed by his dick. He tried to plea, but Ari had none of it. Calling out to Aaron, she had him take the rope and carefully tie him as best as he could. After a few more minutes, Ari rose her dick off him, but he was completely defeated by this point. He couldn't move. All of his energy had been fucked right out of him Aaron then continued to hogtie him so he couldn't move before going over to Ari.

To her surprise, Aaron hugged her, covering himself now in her own mix of sweat and musk.

“Man, thank the gods this is over,” said Aaron. “But what do we do with him now?”

“I'm sure he's made a few enemies. A quick visit would do,” answered Ari. However, before they send him off, she had one last thing in mind.

It was a bit effort, but she managed to line her penis up with Smith's backside. She had to admit, despite his bulky figure, that ass was rather fine. It had just enough muscle to be considered firm, yet soft enough to have some give. Plus, with her dick, his entire backside was completely lubricated in her pre, showing off a nice glistening sheen from his fur. Already the smell she rubbed on him was making her lust drunk. It was becoming hard to hold back.

And she didn't want to.

Smith realized what was going on and, not wanting such a beast inside of him, not knowing if it could even go inside him, protested for some forgiveness. No forgiveness would be warranted for someone who robbed her of any normalcy she had left.

With one thrust, his ass sucked in a whole two feet of her dick before she felt any give. He must have done this before, she thought as she bucked slightly for better comfort. She could see the bulging outline of her dick on his stomach. Even the barbs poked through like many small lumps. Smith howled from the discomfort, feeling his insides dislocate themselves in order to afford more room for her dick. Continuing his punishment, she began rocking herself back in forth, steadily raising Smith up into the air with her dick alone.

It flustered him, but Smith couldn't help but feel his own canine prick come out from his sheath. The prodding at his prostate only exacerbated this; it felt like it was about to burst from the pressure. Tongue lolling from his tongue, his brain seemingly shut off from the sensations overwhelming. Seeing this, Ari picked up her pace, sliding inch after grueling inch of her length into his body.

He was completely speared on her dick, somehow holding in four feet of kitty dick in his ass. His dick kept slapping against his beer gut as it took in the force of Ari's thrusting. With each time it slapped against him, he could feel more and more of his own orgasm slathering his torso until he was nothing but sex and sweat. His body was burning from the warmth of her penis, causing more and more of his sweat to intermingle with both his and her juices. After all this was over, he knew deep down inside he would never be the same both mentally and physically. It was starting to be addicting, a deep hunger swelling in him begging for more.

Now, it surprised Ari when she saw not a defeated man knocked down a peg, but a cum slut begging for more. She wouldn't complain though. Maybe she'd keep him after all. As a pet of course, but it would be nice to have someone to let a little steam off when she needed it. Hearing those howls, those pleas of carnal ecstasy asking not anyone's dick, but hers, felt cathartic to her.

She couldn't last much longer, her thrusts becoming more sporadic as her dick swelled with further need. Smith contorted himself on her dick, a writhing mess of wolf, dick, and whatever fluids escaping both him and her. It must be a miracle he didn't just explode right on the spot, but the next few minutes should put him to the test.

With one last push, she yowled out with a whorish moan, feeling her cum tanks buckling themselves as they released one more cum cascade. He was a sight to behold; steadily, gallon upon gallon of cum found its home inside Smith's stomach. She could see her semen gush out from his ass from the pressure, but even more would come out the front. Smith found himself in a coughing fit when torrents of her cum came rushing out from his mouth like some perverted corruption of a watering fountain. Smaller gushes of her semen shot from his nose in spurts, causing him to struggle as he choked on the vast ocean of cum he was taking.

It was almost an hour before her orgasm started to wane, a feat she could only attribute to her spite towards the man. Aaron was shocked at what he just witnessed; the man he had known has Smith was now nothing but a massive cum bubble, his gut swollen to a point where it scraped against the ground despite being lifted four feet in the air. He looked hardly the same, the swelling causing patches of skin to show through from being distended, and he could have sworn he could actually see the cum slosh through his seemingly now thin skin. The man was still alive though, if those cum drunk moans were anything to go by.

Aaron had to help get Smith off of Ari before helping Ari get some way to cart her around. Seeing the wolf's state, they were confident they didn't have to worry about him moving anywhere. As they left the stall, Aaron suggested looking through the crates for a transformative to get her some extra inches for her height. That way she didn't have to worry about always dragging her sack everywhere she walked.

“What do we do about any of his other goons?” asked Ari. They may want to stake claim to the business now that Smith was out of the picture.

“I'm sure they won't mess with us after seeing what happened to the last guy,” joked Aaron. Walking through the halls, they could hear the cheers of the others, now knowing their freedom and could now leave if they chose.

“Well, the first thing I want is a working bath. As much as I like showing off my hard work, I do like to be clean every once in a while,” said Ari.

“Are you really going to stay? I figured you would want to leave this place after all you've been through.”

“Fuck that! Obviously the man was making a lot of money with this gig. Now, you can stay too if you want, but it would be a good idea if those working here actually got what they put into this place. I won't stop anyone from leaving, but any extra help would be amazing”

Aaron didn't have to think hard on that. Despite his misgivings from her arrival, he'd be lying if there wasn't an unmistakable charm to her. What else was he to do? She became the only friend he truly had working here, and couldn't imagine doing anything else with his life. Granted, he didn't want to be carrying a titanic mast for a dick, but he could surely help out in any other way he can.

He nodded and told her how much he would love to work with her, which brought a bright smile to her face. Wheeling her around, they began their rounds opening up the stalls for the other hyper-sized workers. After that, they were not sure what to do next after they fix her height, but they were sure to bring AA Productions, a quick name they chalked up from combining their names, to a more humane condition. For it wasn't just theirs, it was everyone in the family.