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A serenade of lewd moaning and smacking welcomed me as I returned home from work. My master sounded busy, and I could tell that he had been at it for quite a while because the warm, humid air in the apartment was musky and heavy with the smell of sex. Every breath I took was rich with his pheromones, and the scent of the hermaphrodite kindled my lust even harder than ever, my body craving his virility. I began to drool uncontrollably and nearly tripped over my own feet as I rushed to the clothing rack to strip my stuffy clothing and join him.

The rack was already loaded with three outfits, and not just coats, shoes, and hats, but also pants, socks, and even briefs. We were a nudist household. Not a single one of the four of us ever wore a scrap of clothing at home because we always wanted to be ready for our master. Besides, if I kept anything on me, it would be soaked and oozing spit and cum by the end of the day. So I hurriedly hung my jacket over the hanger, unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants, removed my socks and shoes, and pulled down my briefs until I was naked to the skin, wearing nothing but a black collar with my master's name.

I stumbled down the hallway with a pounding heart and a throbbing erection, always following the sounds of sex until I reached the door to the living room. A gush of even thicker, muskier air enveloped me when I opened it, and I was greeted by the sight of a massive sylveon rutting a young, feminine man just like me on a vast, crimson couch. Two banquet tables seamed the wall behind them, each packed to the brim with fruit, snacks, and water bottles. The rest of the room was filled with random cushions and pillows, and among the colorful chaos lay the wasted, heaving bodies of two more girly men, each drenched with sweat and cum, their bellies swollen and their assholes vast, gaping craters. Yes, my master had been really busy this morning.

The moment I finally stepped into the room, the sylveon erupted with a lewd howl and knotted his current bitch, shoving his partner's head into a big, pink cushion and muffling his cry while his belly swelled and inflated. Still taken by the powerful climax, the pokémon turned around with a naughty smile and pierced me with a look that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. The bright light that poured through the windows behind him made him look like a king sitting on his throne as he watched over his loyal subjects. My master welcomed me with a nod and a whistle, his melodic voice echoing in my head, 'Hey, Nick. I'm so happy to see you. How are you?'

"I'm doing much better now that I'm home and with you again, master," I sighed blissfully, slowly walking toward him. With every step, his powerful aroma wrapped my mind in a denser fog, and my lust surged into an all-consuming desire, a need as dire as the hunger of a starving man. I craved my master with every last fiber of my being, and I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful body even once.

Lynn was surprisingly big for a sylveon, being twice my weight and tall enough to kiss my chest without having to stretch his neck. He had a shimmering white-and-pink pelt short enough not to hide any of his impressive muscles, but despite his hulking appearance, he still exuded unparalleled elegance. He had big, slender ears, a pair of huge, ocean blue eyes, a cute muzzle with an adorable smile, a set of long, gently waving feelers, and an enormous, fluffy tail that begged for a thorough petting.

In short, my master was a towering beast, but also as adorable and immensely libidinous as every other sylveon. And there was another reason for his truly insatiable sex drive and commanding aura. Every so often, a genetic slip-up bestowed a pokémon with the trait of hypersexuality, made them bigger, more fertile, and unreasonably horny. Moreover, if it hit an eevee, it usually resulted in a sylveon like him, a demi-god of virility with an unending desire to breed and an irresistible authority. He was equipped with a pair of balls as big as melons, each brimful with seed that was potent enough to impregnate anyone regardless of species and gender, his fat, tapered cock was as long as my forearm, and he even had a plump black spade between his anus and his sack.

Until a few years ago, any pokémon showing signs of hypersexuality had been neutered, but that wasn't done anymore. It had been outlawed as an act of unnecessary cruelty and deprivation of liberty. Instead, those affected received help from dedicated caretakers who tended to their excessive sexual desires. Unfortunately, in Lynn's case, one caretaker had proven insufficient. After cycling through way too many candidates, he had eventually settled for four men, the two wasted guys on the floor, the lucky fella dangling from his cock, and me.

As I stopped in front of the sylveon, he sluggishly got up from his panting, grunting bitch and turned around, going butt-to-butt with him like a proper canine. He even hiked his tail to tease me with a view of his glorious rear. 'Come here and worship me while Jack is busy taking my load.' Lynn instructed me with a gentle but uncompromising tone. 'And once I'm done with him, I'll finally breed you, dear.'

I nodded with a pounding heart, but before I carried out the sylveon's request, I leaned down to Jack and greeted my colleague with a deep kiss on the lips. "Hey, honey."

Jack didn't have the power to respond comprehensibly, not with half a gallon of cum, fourteen inches of pulsing cock meat, a fat knot, and a litter of three inside him, but he moaned blissfully as I wrapped my tongue around his and tenderly stroked his swelling belly.

Back when we had begun our service for Lynn, we had been total strangers and couldn't have been less interested in each other. But over time, our master's sweet but corrupting aura had taken hold of us, soaked deep into our bodies and minds. While others had dropped out when they experienced those effects, the four of us had each grown fond of that titillating tingle of corruption. So we decided to stay and aid the sylveon, regardless of the drastic extra consequences.

By now, shame and embarrassment had become a foreign concept to me. I was perpetually horny, I had grown addicted to Lynn's scent and cum, and I had developed strong feelings for Jack and my other colleagues as well, craving them and their tight holes almost as much as my master. The virile sylveon had turned us once proud, confident caretakers into his obedient bitches, his cocksleeves, and his pets.

The other changes my master's tainted liquids and powers imposed on me went far beyond my mind alone. They had molded my body into a more feminine shape. My hips had widened while my shoulders had receded, I had grown a pair of soft, A-cup breasts, and I didn't have to shave anymore, but most importantly, Lynn had made my body as fertile as that of my partners. An empty and thirsty womb resided inside me, yearning for another filling.

An impatient growl pulled me out of my musings, and I quickly pulled away from Jack to carry out my master's order. I straddled my bloated, sweaty colleague, casually rubbing my swollen cock against his back while I bent over the sylveon's backside. Lynn's black spade and tight rosy anus throbbed and twitched to the beat rhythm of his orgasm, calling me closer with wet smacks and squelches.

I finally reached out and placed my hands on his tempting cookie, gently stroking the swollen flesh from the narrow tip to the rounded base. It was warm and sopping wet, drenched with his juices and dripping with left-over cum from a long morning of fun, and now it was my treat to enjoy. I parted the thick, fleshy folds and pressed my mouth right against the pulsing black mound, welcoming it with a sloppy kiss.

My master's spade responded violently to my touch, jumping and smacking against my lips. A gush of his warm fluids squirted directly into my open mouth, giving me a raw taste of his fertility. His sweet aroma rapidly spread across my tongue, but instead of quenching my thirst, it only worsened my desire. I needed more than a trickle of his addictive juices; I needed it all!

Without wasting another thought, I hooked my jaw under the tip of Lynn's dark vulva and wrapped my lips around the rest, swallowing his swollen, pulsing flesh until it was all in my mouth, bulging my cheeks and stretching my jaw to the limit. Once in place, I sucked fiercely and coaxed another gush of juices and my colleagues' cum out of my master's clenching depths. The tasty memory of their morning quickly engulfed my taste buds and filled my mouth, and only once it was enough to spill over my lips, I swallowed the potent cocktail with a loud gulp.

While the first sip of the sylveon's sweet, corrupting nectar flowed into my stomach, I began to worship him as he deserved. I thrust my tongue deep into his pussy, coiling and curling it with all my might, rubbing and caressing every last inch I could reach while sucking and swallowing his massive spade without pause. My hands didn't remain idle either. I stroked his vast backside and caressed his fat, hot nuts, kneading and squeezing the source of his immense virility.

My vigorous attention rekindled Lynn's orgasm. His balls tensed and twitched harder and faster than before, pumping even more seed into his moaning bitch. And as Jack's belly swelled and rounded to even greater proportions, the sylveon rewarded my worship with a deep purr and the highest praise he could bestow, 'Good bitch~ You probably couldn't even wait to leave work and return to me.'

My master's words filled my heart with pride and joy and fueled my licks as much as his overbearing musk and his intoxicating juices. They stoked my lust and, one by one, made my thoughts and worries evaporate. The stressful morning at the office faded, and all my memories of my life before him disappeared into insignificance. Nothing in the world was important anymore as his tensing spade became not only the focus of my attention but the center of the universe, the only reason for my existence. I was here to serve my master, and his satisfaction was my sole motivation.

The sylveon's pulsing, leaking spade kept me captivated for what felt like an eternity, and I only snapped out of my lusty trance when a sensation below my waist surprised me. Peering down, I saw that Jack had risen from his stupor and was holding my dripping cock, licking and kissing it sensually. When he noticed my gaze, he winked and whispered, "Stop looking at me and take care of our master, will you? In the meantime, I'll take good care of you." With that promise, he wrapped his lips around my tip and slid my cock deep into his warm, tight throat, sucking it with languid passion.

A needy grunt slipped out of my throat as my partner initiated his surprise blowjob, and the insides of his wet mouth quickly proved too much for my poor brain. Broken by pheromones and dominated by lust, I just couldn't contain myself anymore. Without warning, I bucked my hips and thrust my cock into Jack's mouth. He protested with a muffled gag, and I actually stopped until I heard my master's booming voice in my head, 'Jack, be a good bitch and let your lover fuck your snug throat. Nick, use his mouth hole and don't hold back.'

Lynn's command overrode my last reservations and reluctance, and like the obedient drone I was, I shoved my cock even deeper into Jack's tight throat. I felt him choke and struggle with my size, but I didn't stop, slamming it in, again and again, quickly speeding up until I was hammering his face like a cheap pocket pussy. A powerful tension was building in my chest, my orgasm closing in fast, but that was nothing but a fortunate side-effect because my main motivation was still my master's order. I didn't wreck my lover's throat to cum, but to please the sylveon.

With my dick buried in a warm, wet hole and my mouth wrapped around a tasty, gushing cookie, it wasn't long before that rising tension inside me snapped and I erupted with a powerful orgasm. Waves of heavenly bliss swept through my brain and blurred my senses, plunging me into a black void of pleasure. They took over my muscles, made me rear up and cry out at the top of my lungs while I nutted down my partner's throat, adding a few more spurts to the ocean of sylveon cum inside his swollen body.

Eventually, the mind-bending orgasm loosened its grip on me, and I slowly returned to my senses, just in time to pull out of Jack's throat and let him catch his breath. My master's knot was still far from deflated, however, and his throbbing spade was demanding more after I had unjustly deserted it. Lynn claimed my attention with an assertive growl, and with a servile, apologetic whimper, I bent over and went right back to work.

This time, I didn't allow myself another lapse and worshiped the sylveon without pause, thrusting my tongue deep into his hot channel, licking his hidden, buried clit, and gorging myself on his juices. Minutes went by, my breath getting heavy and laborious and my tongue aching as it got tired from the ceaseless worship, but I didn't stop. Lynn's purr, his taste, and his scent were enough to fuel my desire and keep me going until the very end of his tie until his knot deflated.

After half an hour of ceaseless worship, the sylveon finally had enough and was ready to disengage. He began tugging on Jack, trying to dislodge his shrinking knot, while gently nudging me away from his spade. I was too weak to resist, sliding down his thigh and slumping next to my bloated colleague. Merely a feeble groan escaped my lips, as I couldn't even talk anymore after the eternal licking, my tongue too exhausted to shape a single comprehensible word.

Jack gasped and moaned as our master pulled on the tie with increasing force, stretching and bulging his asshole until his knot finally dislodged with an obscene pop. Inch by inch, he slowly pulled out the rest of his glistening crimson rod, leaving behind a gaping, quivering abyss, a fitting preview of what my hole was going to look like once he was done with me.

However, before I could lose myself in Jack's depths, the sylveon stepped between us and dangled his fat penis right into my face, distracting me with fourteen inches of throbbing, dripping cock meat and musk that hit my brain like a freight train, making me moan and drool. I reflexively opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, begging my master for a taste and offering him to ruin my tight throat, but he only slapped his meat across my face once before moving on to my ass.

'What an eager boy~ But as much as I'd love to knot your greedy mouth, your womb takes priority. You smell like a bitch in heat, your body is screaming for another litter, and who am I to refuse you a proper breeding?' Lynn singsonged wantonly, patting my butt and my sides. 'So get up and spread those cheeks for me.'

My muscles moved as if controlled by an invisible force, pulling me up on all fours and presenting my ass to my grinning master before I had actually processed his command. But the final touch was deliberate, as I moved my hands onto my buttocks and spread them to expose my rosy pucker to his drooling muzzle.

Although Lynn could've delegated the licking and preparation to one of my companions, he always preferred to do it himself. Without hesitation, he bent over me and pressed his muzzle against my perineum, purring as he enjoyed my butt. I gasped and squirmed as his tongue danced over my skin, toying with my sack and sliding through my cleft, lathering my entire backside with a dripping layer of spit.

Finally, my master's wet muscle focused on my butthole, circling the puckering, rosy orifice and nudging it again and again. I moaned and clenched up at the first few prods, but soon, I started to loosen up again and became ready to take him. Lynn seized the opportunity immediately and speared his tongue into my ass with all his might, driving it through my sensitive insides and curling it against my prostate, making me sing and cry with pleasure.

After the sylveon had tickled and toyed with my pleasure button for a minute and reduced my brain to horny mush once more, he started to drill me with powerful thrusts, forcing his squirming, coiling tongue in and out of my rectum. I stood no chance against his relentless affection, breaking under the assault and quickly bursting into another orgasm. I tensed up and clamped down around his tongue, but he didn't stop thrusting, teasing even louder cries from my desperate lips while I soaked the crimson velvet of his couch with rope after rope of cum.

Once I recovered from my climax, panting and dripping, Lynn popped his tongue out of my rectum and announced, 'You're ready, dear, ready for another litter.'

"Yes, please. Breed me, master," I pleaded, a blazing fire of lust consuming me that only he could take care of. I wagged my butt at him, spread my legs apart, and bent even lower, surrendering myself entirely to him.

'With the greatest pleasure,' the sylveon purred and mounted me, burying me under his weight and pinning my face to the couch's soaked fabric, the smell of a morning's worth of sweat and cum filling my nose.

I groaned with desperate anticipation as I felt my master's throbbing cock slap and smack against my thighs as he prepared to claim my ass. After a brief teasing, I finally felt the tip pressing against my loose, wet sphincter. He didn't give me much time to brace myself and unceremoniously rammed it in with all the force of his hips. His taper pulled my asshole wide open, spreading and stretching my insides, sliding deep into my rectum and punching into my prostate. Still sensitive from my previous orgasm, I howled out and instantly broke under the torrent of overstimulation, my entire body going numb with violent tingling.

However, Lynn wasn't entirely inside me yet, and there were still a few inches more to go. My vision flashed and momentarily went black as his tip kissed the most sensitive part inside me, my cervix, the passage to my womb, and the greatest gift of his boundless corruption. It was lined with even more nerve ends than my prostate, enough that I could sense the shape of his tip as if I was holding it in my hands. During pregnancy, it was hidden behind a protective veil of tissue. In my case, however, it was exposed and thirsty for a filling, already slightly dilated by my master's pheromones.

The sylveon's tapered glans fit exactly into the opening, like a key into a keyhole, and once everything fell into place, he sighed, 'Oh yes, you're so ready for it. Brace yourself because I'm going in right now, Nick.' Then, he pushed with renewed vigor, forcing his bloated cock against my sensitive cervix, pounding it with rapid, violent strokes and triggering an explosion in my brain that left me slack-jawed and cross-eyed.

Eventually, the excessive force changed something inside me. My cervix had finally become loose enough to accept more of Lynn's tip, and the first inch had slipped inside. Grunting through gritted teeth, the sylveon added the rest, shoving another three inches into my empty womb and mercilessly stretching the entrance as wide as my asshole. Now, he was as deep as he could be, the sweaty fur of his sheath tickling my ring, his urethra leaked and squirted right into my uterus, and the sheer size of his breeding rod bulged my belly.

This time, my master kindly waited for me to recover from the insane stimulation, waited for my senses to return, so he could break me again. In a brief moment of clarity, I could distinguish the heat, the pressure, and the stimulation instead of experiencing it all at once, but it didn't last. The moment Lynn pulled back and started to fuck my rectum and my womb with powerful thrusts, everything immediately merged back into a blur, and my mind drowned in new waves of excessive stimulation. It was so much that the second time his swollen tip slid through my cervix, I burst and came again, erupting with an ecstatic cry and squirting another layer of cum onto the couch.

Obviously, my master didn't slow down while my orgasm to run its course, and he kept pounding me, his heavy grunts and snorts ringing in my ears while his balls slapped noisily against me. The excessive, persistent stimulation prevented me from ever recovering from my high, and so I bounced from climax to climax in an endless rapture. Even after my nuts ran dry and my flailing penis no longer yielded a single drop of cum, my orgasms kept coming, ravaging my mind just as his cock ravaged my womb.

As I plunged into an ocean of billowing, boundless pleasure, I lost all sense of time and space and just existed to receive the sylveon's zealous love. Once more, he became my only motivation, his dick only thing still manifest within the raging storm of stimulation, him only being my senses could still comprehend. And so, I spent minutes upon minutes in a dream-like trance, moaning and shaking from his relentless thrusts, my body opening up in greedy anticipation of his seed.

Finally, his knot began to swell, bashing against my sphincter as the huge hermaphrodite neared his climax. One final time, Lynn picked up the pace and hammered me like a pokémon possessed, wrenching every ounce of pleasure from my worn, stretched insides before he reached the point of no return. A growl and a wet pop resounded in my ears as he wrenched his growing bulb inside me and filled my womb with another inch of cock meat.

I reared up and burst into a scream, my voice flaring up even more when my master sank his teeth into my shoulder in a feral love bite and shared his bliss with me through our intimate mindlink.

The sylveon's hot spit was running over my shoulder blade while his knot swelled to gigantic proportions inside me, marking the end of the bestial rutting and the start of a virile flood. I gasped as his cock tensed and the first spurt of hot cum hit the walls of my womb, filling it up and seeping into my Fallopian tubes. The second followed quickly, and the subsequent rush of semen was enough to swell and bloat my uterus in seconds, to knock me up many times over. It didn't even matter that I wasn't in my fertile phase yet, because thanks to his pheromones and his knot, I had ovulated just here and now, probably dropping multiple eggs so I would be blessed with a huge litter.

'You'll be a great mother to so many more pups,' Lynn purred, finally letting go of my neck and licking the wounds he had inflicted. They would leave another set of scars among the other two pairs, each signifying a litter he had pumped inside me and each irrevocably marking me as his fertile bitch. Then, he got up and turned around to get into a more comfortable butt-to-butt position, tugging and pulling on the tie and making me whine and whimper some more.

Within the first minute alone, the sylveon filled me with more cum than I would ever need. However, the tie had only just begun, and with every throb, he squirted another fat wad of jizz into my inflating belly, pushing it beyond the limits of every ordinary human.

Eventually, I was even more stuffed and inflated than any of the other caretakers, my belly a gargantuan, sloshing ball of cum. If someone had looked at me, they'd mistaken me for heavily pregnant even though I had received my new litter mere minutes ago. But thanks to his powers, I was blessed with an elasticity that matched his size and output, and the abusive pressure building inside me, which would've knocked out anyone else, only made me cum even harder and howl with bliss.

While I was hanging off my master's cock and receiving his belly-bloating load, my colleagues had risen from their stupor and had gathered around me to enjoy the spectacle. Before too long, Jack got up and grabbed my face, giving me a single deep kiss on the mouth. "And now it's my turn, Nick. Open up and swallow." I was too distracted to think or comply with his demand, so he just did it himself, pulling my jaw open and pushing his dick right into my mouth. I gagged and groaned as he shoved it into my throat, and my eyes filled with tears as he fucked me with the same needy urgency with which I had treated him, with the same rough love.

I knew I deserved this, and my master was pleased about it as well. The sylveon admired the spectacle with an amused smile on his muzzle. 'You're the horniest, most obedient bitches I've ever met, and I love you all so much,' he cooed. 'And please, don't hold back, Jack. We need to celebrate the conception of another litter.'

With a quick nod, Jack pounded my face even faster, groaning and panting viciously before finally erupting down my throat, pouring a few squirts of hot, sticky semen into my stomach and pulling out to spray the rest over my face. Not a moment later, the other two joined in and added their loads to the mess, squirting all over my face, my gaping mouth, and my sweat-soaked body to drench me with cum.

After my companions had showered me with their love, a jolt went through my body. Lynn had decided to get up from the couch, and he slowly dragged me over to the buffet. After so much sex and breeding, the sylveon had to replenish his reserves, and while he gorged himself, I just lay there between a bunch of pillows freshly bred, full with his seed, and deeply satisfied. This moment of respite would only last until our tie ended, though, because he still had to feed us our lunch, a stomach full of cum, and the thought alone made my mouth water more than the literal piles of food on the tables next to me. After that, an afternoon of sex awaited us. More celebrations for my unquestionably successful impregnation, and because with a hypersexual sylveon, the fun never stops.