X: Life’s a beach

There are many problems with keeping me in a small, confined, occupied space, although the range of small can vary immensely as I have learned over the long months of me being me and the lovely, annoying growth that came with just living. Small could mean anything: my bedroom, Jake’s room, a living room and a classroom with a hundred people, and it didn’t matter whether there were other people with me, though that played a part in part of my problem. Cramped was… a much more common issue, ranging from ‘barely enough space to get my balls in’ to ‘I need to sit sideways or I’ll get stuck and then have to break whatever seat I’m in’ to ‘I cannot even fit inside the seat’. All depending on how horny I felt. Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful feeling, not being able to fit on most chairs or under desks or even be forced to take up two seats on a bus just to get enough space for my fat, fat balls. In the sense that I was proud of it. However, sometimes having nuts the size of pumpkins made me miss the day they were just a foot wide each. Look at me, I miss being just that big, most people won’t even achieve in their whole lives. Go big or go home doesn’t quite fit my style since I don’t have a choice. One thing is always constant and that is having me sit in a small car for hours on end with not enough space to even fit two of my four nuts. God it sounds so dirty and I love it. The car I guess must not love it quite as much as I do… but the occupants, well, it’s hard not to empathize with them in some way. Especially with Joseph.

He was quick to get down out of the car when Dylan rolled by. It was a big ass car by the way, something that made me feel like they had been planning to get a 6-people family and then decided to live a much more… uhm, free life. He kinda had to climb down cause he was small, well, just short enough to make him hop down the car instead of placing his foot on the ground and that already was cute as fuck. Then we looked at each other for a second: I was wearing pretty much the only things that could fit me, meaning big baggy clothes that stretched over everything that bulged out, and he was wearing a nice shirt, bit of a Hawaiian design and cargo shorts cause summer. For a cute lil ferret ten years older than me he was cute. Then I saw the absolute dump truck of an ass he had, not even joking: hips wider than his torso and two, juicy, fat glutes that wobbled. How did he manage to make his attire look somehow normal it eluded me. With an ass that was almost as big as mine stuck on a frame half my size he was skilled if anything.

I was planning to introduce myself, say hello, chat a bit about what we’d do at the beach and all that jazz that people normally go through, maybe adding a little of awkwardness because we had literally just met, and because I did kind of shove his wife under my balls. I then had her use them as a toy for her to cum and then gave her my soiled panties and bra for them to enjoy that day and she had confessed she wanted me to fuck her till she couldn’t walk anymore, but that was for normal people.

He did not wait for a hello or anything. I saw his pants tent instantly, his eyes locking onto my sad excuse for a containment for my balls and dashed towards me. Dylan had just stepped out as well after shutting the car down when his muzzle made contact with the crevice between the first pair of balls and hugged them. She blushed a little, coughing to mask some of her embarrassment as her loving, doting husband huffed my nuts in broad daylight, in a parking lot, with a few people around and squeezing them as far as his arms could reach. As I felt something very, very hard and somewhat sizeable for a small guy like him, poke my balls from beneath and as I felt his nose crammed as tightly as possible against the taut fabric, a tongue licking all the precum and sweat that had soaked through in the twenty two minutes I had had those pants on, she came towards me. I saw her about to say something, maybe an apology, but given how things were going, I didn’t even care: I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a kiss, her legs spread so that she could stand above her kneeling, ball-huffing husband, her own pair draped over his head like a lewd pair of medicine balls, further pressing him down. She didn’t do anything, didn’t even hug me back or hold my hands, the strong willed, muscular athlete I knew so well just let herself be handles roughly in full view of a dozen spectators.

I played with her ass, kneading that toned muscle over and over, caressing the base of her tail as my tits smothered hers thrice over and soaked milk into her shirt. I could have easily flexed my cock and burst through my pants, let the two of them get all that energy out before embarking for the trip, but I didn’t, mostly because I couldn’t be bothered to put on something else later on. What I did was just stand there, groping, kissing, letting Dylan bury her muzzle between my tits and slowly inch lower until the two of them were sharing my sack, huffing and nuzzling it as the wet, the musky spots on their pants growing fatter. Joseph screamed at some point, I think, hard to say since he had somehow wiggled his way underneath my balls, creaming his pants right then and there while Dylan somehow endured the call to join him and stood up, shaking, panting hard, her pants so soaked with pre I doubted she hadn’t also creamed herself, but she did stand up. Took only five minutes to get them back up and running… if having to lean on each other just to get in the car could be called being up and running.

At that point the problem was that they had gone too far in their greetings and at the moment neither had more than the bare minimum of mental power required to drive anything more complex than a tricycle. Joseph was slouched on the back seat, mumbling as he pulled his pants down for some reason, groping at his wife’s tits while she pretended not to be quietly removing her bra and panties, after which she threw them my way and looked at me through the rear-view mirror and started stroking the somewhat more loose bulge in her pants. As much as I’d have loved to relax and sit back for the trip, someone had to drive cause if no one did, well, car sex is good but I was promised a beach and then beach sex, or anything I could do on it and not be arrested for public indecency. So I grabbed our luggage and stored it in the trunk, stole the keys from Dylan with a little bit of tit smothering in the back seat (during which I lost my bra and the milk pads), put them in and turned the engine on, then finagled with my balls for roughly ten minutes to get them to a position where I could actually move my legs between pedals. Lots of grunting and sweating later, we were in the car, me slightly uncomfortable, crammed in the driver’s seat and the two that were supposed to drive cosily making out in the back, naked, huffing and very much frotting till their cocks were shining as the sun rose up.

Driving with a couple noisily making out in the back seat was not exactly the most suitable of conditions, for a number of reasons, least of which being the fact that with a bodybuilder on top the car kind of sways harder than, let’s say, anyone else could make it sway. No, the most pressing issue is that I am, as you know, a trigger happy girl, and just hearing them grunt that hard was more than enough to get me huffing as well, only that my case as due to my balls digging into the steering wheel and making steering kind of a major bummer. So as every mile put between Jake’s room where we had left and the goal went by, as every moan they made and the couple orgasms they had spilled all over themselves and the seats, I could only try and match, only I literally couldn’t do anything but look back, shift in my seat and try not to make a mess that would make the car a steaming wreck chock full of cum. A stopgap for the first fifty something miles was relatively simple: try and ignore them and not bust a nut or get my pants torn by flexing my cock in the attempt not to bust said nut.

Then I had to stop at a small rest area and take out my condoms cause it was getting unbearable. As Dylan watched, jerking off with her husband grinding his cock against her thighs, I strapped on a condom on my shaft and let it flop on the seat beside me. I’m not going to lie, it was absolutely amazing to be able to do that: how many people can fish out their dicks, strap a condom on and let three feet of mostly soft breeder material rest on a different seat and drive as if nothing’s wrong at all? Guess not many cause I got some fun looks from the other drivers. Not that I cared. Unless they got into an accident, that’d be bad. I drove for one more hour with my cock draped over my right leg, dumping gallons of precum into a condom that sloshed just as loudly as the two making out and filling their own share barely two feet behind me. But of course that wasn’t enough, I am me after all and just a mere condom can’t be the solution to anything but taking up space until I actually do something to fix the issue. Then again, we were not to our destination just yet and that complicated things. As that condom slowly filled up, overtaking the entire seat and then the space beneath like a musky blob threatening to burst at any bump too rough for the strained silicon to hold. I stopped a second time to change condoms and toss the other one in a trash bin, well, underneath a trash bin in a rest area and then resume.

I had to do that three more times, the time between each stop shorter and shorter as my balls groaned, so heavy the car creaked when I stepped back on despite me having dumped something like two or five hundred gallons of precum out. But as we got closer to that damned beach, the utterly clogging stench of cum and sex in the car got worse. Of course, the moment the two started to screw each other behind me, their own brand of musk wafting into the car, it was no wonder I had to one up them. Within ten minutes the entire car smelled like my nuts, the windows just a little fogged up as the interior heated up but that had been roughly four condoms and something like a half a billion miles earlier. I had to roll all the windows down and still the windshield was foggy, steamy, the seat beneath my ass stained with sweat, precum that spilled and an ungodly amount of milk that I couldn’t manage to drink as I drove. At some point Dylan did find the braincells to strap a couple of pumps on my tits and at least help with that, only for her to start groping and teasing my nipples. I was worried the milk would fry the circuits of the car but I was lucky enough to avoid that particular problem somehow.

Two hours later, the gps finally dinged with a lovely, angelic voice telling me that we had reached our destination. However, that wasn’t the end of my journey, oh no, I had something else in mind… I parked as close as possible to the edge of the parking lot, where the beach was separated from the rest of the world by a thick layer of trees. Joseph and Dylan made to dress up and pretend as if their bodies were not covered in cum or milk or reeked of sex, both still hard and leaking, ignoring me with a strong blush on their faces. I got a good look of both their asses while they tried to get some sort of clothes on and not get noticed by others. Lovely view but that was their last mistake: I closed the car, tossed everything but towel around my swimsuit to cover my lower body long enough to get my swimsuit on, or the hyper herm equivalent of a swimsuit, meaning a bra that had two triangles the size of dinner plates, triple reinforced and padded around the shoulders and a pair of panties that had a sleeve for my cock. Ok, let’s call it what it is: a big hood to shove my cock in and just sort of hold it in place after connecting it to the crotch.

“Now, for some sweet, sweet revenge my dears… Daddy’s been driving you for a while and now you have to show some gratitude.” I was big enough to get them both pinned to the car and that I did. Sure Dylan was more muscular and around my height but I had the advantage of two literal tons of tits to make her give in and just stay still. “Now, I’m sure you are eager to get to the beach but I’m rather angry at the two of you.”

“But… how were we supposed to… you know, not do anything?” Dylan huffed, half of her torso sunken between my tits, her own smushed against mine, nipple to nipple. “The entire car smelled of you in minutes and we just couldn’t hold back…”

“Ye-yeah…” Joseph was short enough to not even be able to poke from the upper half of his tit prison, his head completely engulfed from all sides but the back in soft, sweaty boobflesh. I did hear words but it was kinda hard to take him seriously, especially with his cock poking mine from below and getting precum all over my balls. I already had to ask the guy who sold it to make it a custom order just to have support for 4 nuts the size of a fifty pound medicine ball each but he wasn’t helping me keeping it on. Though I didn’t plan to keep it on for more than the bare minimum anyways. “I think we should go… th-the cabin…”

“And leave your Daddy all pent up for a single minute longer? I’ve been driving two hours and I’ve not heard a single time you two asking if we could stop so that I could use your sweet little ass to make my balls shrink and stop groaning.” As I said that, they groaned, or rather, quaked hard enough to make the car shake. Fuck I needed to bust a nut so badly…

“S-sorry… Nyla… we’re not used to… well, being so in the mood during the trip here…” Dylan blushed. “Usually Joseph blows me while I drive and then we switch every hour just to…” I put a hand on her muzzle.

“And you didn’t think of doing the same to me?” She blushed harder, but her cock felt like a steel beam as it dug into my balls. Her breaths were now all laden with my musk, so close to her and so pent up I was. “And how are you going to make up for it, hmmm?”

“O-our cabin has a big tub that can hold several people for… evening group baths…” From the valley of my tits Joseph pushed dozens of pounds of flesh aside and looked at me from beneath. Ok, new fetish, love that. Then it hit me.

“Oh my…” But Dylan got to it faster and blushed even more. I could feel her heart through my flesh and scales and her own sack thrum with excitement.

“Oh my indeed.” I grabbed him and pulled him up. Thank Dylan for the exercise. Not that he weighs that much in the first place. He was now stuck for real, arms supporting him from above, his ass resting on my crotch like a lewd ladder. “Such a naughty idea.” I kissed him in front of his wife, both of their arousals against mine and in front of a somewhat big and definitely growing crowd. “That almost makes it worth the teasing you two did in the car.” I pulled back and he was panting hard enough to be mistaken for someone on the verge of fainting. Can’t fault him even if he was used to being handled roughly. “So my naughty little ferret wants his Daddy to cum all over him and then fill a whole tub just so that he can jump in it and show how much he enjoys it? Is that what my little horny ferret wants?” I stroked his head with one hand, the other groping his ass and fuck it was just as soft as it looked…

“Oh gods yes…” He came a little all over my underboobs, which felt really nice, especially since there were a dozen people around and they were none the wiser as to just how hard the both of them were. Maybe they smelled the musk wafting from around us, maybe they could see I was getting hard, maybe they just liked seeing me pin them against the car and hold an entire person inside my tits like that. Still, it was a show like no other. “Please… I’ve been trying to do that for years…” Dylan looked away, maybe ashamed a secret of hers had been exposed.

“Don’t worry Dylan, I’m sure you can help fill the tub as well, but we both know who’s going to do all the heavy lifting…” I kissed her, pulling her closer to me. “But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Who else but me can fill tubs and pools with cum?” They didn’t quite answer as much as agreed to what I was saying by moaning and grinding their stretched pants against my extremely lacking swimsuit. “I did fill several thousand-gallon tanks just recently after all, flooded apartments and staircases, clubs, cars and I think a couple dressing rooms…” They only humped harder. “So let’s go, before my balls grow so big they chew through my swimsuit, ok?” Just before they could cum all over me, I stepped back and put Joseph down. They looked absolutely desperate trying to hold it in now that they didn’t have all of me as a cover for their lewdness. A sweet bit of revenge for earlier.

We grabbed everything from the trunk, Dylan volunteering to do most of the work for us, mostly so that she could have a good amount of stuff in front of her to cover the undying erection in her own swimsuit. Joseph had less trouble dealing with his own boner problems, mainly by shoving it down a pant leg and letting it stay there, the hefty, thick, still drooling slab of cock bulging his trunks out. It was a juicy sight, too bad people were all too focused on me to care about his relatively, and that is kinda funny, fat footlong cock. How often someone with that big of a dick can appear to be small? I followed them for half a minute before we got to the entrance, standing in line for a little while before it was our turn to pay and enter. I grabbed Dylan’s purse and attempted to pay before someone beside me huffed and puffed.

“What manner of indecency is this?” I turned around and found myself face to face, or rather, tits to face with a human woman just tall enough to be in boob smothering range. She appeared to be there with her sons, somewhere around college age and both failing so utterly to not stare at anything that could be called indecent. In my case it’s everything so they resorted to staring at the sand at their feet. “I thought this was a public beach!” The gecko clerk I was about to hand a crisp couple hundred bucks for our few days here sighed and walked out of the booth, no flip-flops to speak but bare scales on the sand. “How is this allowed?”

“Ma’am… this is a mixed nudist beach.” She looked like she had had a conversation like this a million times before since she barely shot a glance at me and barely changed her intonation from bare minimum customer service tone. It took an angry and confused glare from that woman for the staff gecko to point at the sign. Funny enough it did say it was a mixed beach. I didn’t know about that. Ok, I wouldn’t have come here before anyways since, you know, I used to not be too comfortable with my body before, but it was kind of a shocker. Then were Dylan and Joseph just hiding their front until they got to the other side or was it genuine shame? “If you don’t want to see topless customers or naked ones, there is a more suitable beach just a hundred feet to the left. They are separated from us by a bush and guards so you’ll be safe.” It was kinda funny: she talked with such a monotonous voice it sounded robotic and still the human looked angry.

“But it’s against the law! Public nudity is not allowed in this country.” She stomped a couple times and her children sighed. If that weren’t the case I’m sure things would be much better.

“Ma’am, the beach is on private property so any customer may do as they please. Our website clearly states rules and acceptable behaviour.” The clerk sighed and turned around, grabbing the bills from my hands, and letting us in.

Before we disappeared behind the bushes hiding the entrance, I looked back at the two distraught kids who very well might have known about this little detail before and hoped to actually enter. They looked very sorry and sad so I winked and pulled down my bra, letting it fall and giving them a little present. Maybe it’d help somewhat to make the trip worth it. But as soon as we got a little further I couldn’t, literally couldn’t hold back and unfastened even my lower half. There was a bit of a snap and a moan of satisfaction on my part but that was worth it. In an instant Dylan and Joseph turned their eyes towards me like guided missiles: since I wasn’t carrying much beside my luggage and a purse for my stuff, they got to see the whole package wobble for a fair few seconds before everything stopped giggling and swaying.

Dylan gulped and hurried up towards wherever the cabin was, Joseph stood behind and licked his lips, ogling as much as he could before remembering his own suggestion and sped up behind his wife. It occurred only then that this was the very first time I was this naked with this many people around me and nothing and no one to stop me. Even at the club I had to wear some semblance of clothing to work, due to some very dumb rules about in-city nakedness, and even then, there weren’t hundreds upon hundreds of people beside me and it definitely wasn’t day. So as the stares of pretty much everyone with a working pair of eyes and most likely everyone with working nose within a couple hundred feet around me turned to stare at the new arrival. I grabbed my briefly used swimsuit and tossed it in the bag. For something I got to use for a grand five minutes and spent about a hundred bucks on, it had been… worth it? Maybe?

I cocked my hips sideways, just enough to give my entire package a good momentum, to make it sway so lovingly, letting everyone know the two and a half soft thigh-thick slab of uncut cock strapped to my crotch was the real deal. I wanted to let them see that all four of my balls were just as heavy as they looked, and let’s be honest, they did smell as potent as their sheer size gave out. I stretched, trembling a little as all the muscles finally got a chance to distend and then relax, tits pushed out, HH cups free for all to stare at. Of course, milk spilled at the lightest motion since I hadn’t had a proper milking since I went to bed and me being horny didn’t help. But damn did it feel good to feel the sun shine on my scales and all the unmentionables for the first time ever… to think I used to go to the beach with a big towel over my lower half and the biggest bra I could find just to avoid getting stares, mostly staring at my phone or a book to avoid making a scene at the first nice ass I saw. And now I’m walking naked, with my cock dangling beneath my knees and tits in full view and I can’t feel any better than this.

The stares kept on coming, as they should have, from the entrance all the way to my lovely couple’s place where Joseph was waiting. He seemed on the verge of bursting out of his trunks, which was not that impossible considering just how much stuff he had crammed into those things. He even held the gate open and hurriedly closed it behind me. How chivalrous of him. I just had to reward him and since I was now in front, all I had to do was raise my tail and let him walk into my ass. The hung ferret huffed, probably too busy watching the ground to notice me and then found himself surrounded by scaled ass on all sides, but he didn’t stop to ponder why and just went deeper. He grabbed my cheeks and started to grind his crotch against my tailhole and my vent, almost making me want to allow him to cram all that dick inside both until I passed out. Too bad there was so much more to do.

Dylan came out from the front door just in time to watch her husband peel his precum soaked trunks and let his cock slap against my ass. She had already lost her own clothes, staring down at me from the entrance with her shaft bobbing at every throb of her heart, pre spilling all over the steps of the stairs and flowing down like a small waterfall. .

“You look good Dylan.”

“Thanks.” Two steps and she was in arm’s reach, I could easily pull her towards me again but I didn’t. She came to me all by herself. “You look good too Nyla.” I felt her hand touch my cock, stroking it gently, smearing it with something that smelled fruity and lovely. “Still holding back? We’re in private, no need to keep this monster of yours under wraps.” She spread her legs and stepped over my shaft, making it nestle in between, hoisting her balls up, letting me feel their churning and heat.

“Sure you can handle it all?” I murred. Joseph was really going to town back there, his slick cock teasing my tailhole as he humped my ass as hard as he could. “It might be too much.”

“That’s why we are here for Nyla. I want all of you, I want you to make me collapse in a twitching pile of cum soaked rags and leave me gasping for air. I want you to fuck me, my husband, to make him taste my cunt on your cock while I watch him lick it…” She squeezed her legs, over and over, the juices from her vent dripping all over her balls and my cock, her precum spilling on my chest, painting my tits in streaks of cloudy white. I was already starting to forget their little stunt in the car, but not my body. In an instant, too far for Dylan to realize but more than enough for me, my cock hardened, two and a half feet turning into three, four, thickening twice over, actually lifting her up from the ground as all of me rose and stiffened. I saw her eyes rise, clouded with lust before I saw them light up with the realization she was being held up by my cock alone, easily. “Oh fuck…” She curled her legs around my girth, “You’re so big…”

“Reminds me you’ve never seen me hard before.” I had to chuckle at that, spreading my legs just a bit as I grunted and pushed past four feet, her grip on my cock forced to give in as I grew just another half foot. She turned around and gulped.

“Oooh fuck me…”

“I’ll do that too, but I want to dump some of the cargo out beforehand or you’ll turn into a blimp.” She moaned, her vent gushing over my shaft. “Mina was hospitalized for two weeks, most of my lovers need half a day to empty themselves once I finish inside and normally I’m not pent up.” It was a white lie, I’m always pent up these days, and it can only get worse during occasions such as this one, but I’ve learned how to live around the constant need to cum a thousand gallons just to get my balls to shrink a couple inches. If I weren’t so proud I’d almost feel annoyed. She didn’t let go of her thigh grip, grinding her vent all over my cock. I huffed, she was kinda heavy, but the heat of her vent on me was making it all worth it, every shot of precum that raced through the air and splattered all over the front of the cabin made her feel the vibrations coursing under her scales and only made her grind harder. “Dylan, be a good girl and hop off, you can ride my cock all you want later. Unless you want me to paint this entire place white before you even get to taste my spunk.”

“Mmmh that’s not such a bad idea…” Her feet reached and caressed my balls, massaging them. “I’m sure these bad boys can make more than enough to paint everything outside and then inside me just fine.” Oh, she wasn’t wrong in the least. I squeezed my tits around her two footer, letting it throb inside a valley of warm and sweaty titflesh. “Oh fuck you’re so soft…”

“Thanks.” I felt her become more and more unsure, debating whether she wanted to grind on my cock or hump my tits, ending up doing a little bit of both enough to make her sack churn with growing need. “But that was an order. Get down.” It took her a few seconds to get over the drug that was quite the literal way to ride a cock. She kneeled and hugged it, her tongue lashing at the spot where she had been sitting, cleaning her own lust from my flesh as her crown poked my leftmost nuts. “Joseph, you as well. My ass is a reward that you’ll have to earn.” He didn’t stop. “Joseph… be a dear and listen to me or I’ll make sure you won’t get off once until tomorrow. And I’m definitely not letting you watch me rail your wife on your bed.”

“Come on honey, I want to see her cum and she’s not going to move if you don’t stop!” Dylan put on a pair of puppy eyes I’ve never seen her do before. That being said she hadn’t let go of my cock at all. It did work on her husband, the ferret pulling back and giving us a good view of his footlong shaft absolutely drenched in precum, strings still connecting it to my ass and his balls. Cute and productive like I wanted. I could ask him to use it as lube or lotion for sunbathing, it wasn’t as if he could mark me or make my scent any less mind-numbing strong anyways. “Thanks.”

“S-sure… let’s go then…” He blushed and raced inside, dragging her with him. “Ah, hold on for a sec.” I stopped in my tracks. “Let us get the tub ready and clean it first…”

“It’s fine, take your time. I’ll chill on the sofa but don’t complain if when I sit up there’s a big ass sweaty print of my ass and balls on it, ok?” I heard him moan at the mere thought, his cock twitching and somehow stiffening even more. I’d better let him have some rest or he’d cum on the spot with a little more teasing. It didn’t help that I was hot and horny beyond normal: already the front of the cabin had streaks of precum all over the place and the entrance was beginning to smell of my balls already. I did as promised and sat on the sofa, making sure to plop my big ass in the best way to make sure that the print I’d leave would be as big as possible. Sadly my nuts were too big to fit on the damn thing. “Go on cuties, I’m not gonna cum all over your living room just yet, that’s left for tomorrow…” Ok Nyla you’re not helping the little guy… “Go, hurry up!” They bolted to the kitchen to grab some supplies and rushed to the bathroom.

I was left alone at last, not quite in a silent environment as people partied outside, listened to music and such, but it was a place where I could finally stretch and sigh in relief. It was nice to let all the girls have some rest, cock draped over my shoulder like a log as per usual, throbbing in between my tits as I let it hose whatever was behind me in the idle leak of pre that eternally plagued most of my days. I might have dozed off for a couple of minutes, tired after the drive and all the tension down below but when I heard Dylan call for me from the other side of the house, the floor was covered in a good half inch of precum, my front glazed in milk as the girls above had swollen a bit and grown a cup in size from all the excitement flowing through my veins and, let’s be honest, half a day without a proper milking. Having several hungry mouths available day-round to suck on my tits was really easy to get used to... Also, were my nipples bigger? Yeah they definitely are a bit thicker and more… sensitive. Oh yeah, that’s good… Standing up was a bit of a chore, too big and heavy, cock towering over me by a good foot and a half.

“Coming…” I left behind prints of my soles on the floor after I left my puddle of pre, the pit-pat of milk and more gooey leak following me till I found the bathroom. Or, what I thought it was a bathroom. “This is more like a small indoor pool…” The tub was off to the side, surrounded by windows and a big sunroof, sunk in the floor, which was a little weird, but it was also as big as the pool mom and dad used to build in summer, the kind you can assemble and with a portable filter and such. No, maybe it was bigger. The first thought in my head was that it was too big for just three people to ‘bathe’, but the second was that I wouldn’t have to worry about not cumming too hard. The bathroom was mostly silent but the not-at-all-inconspicuous rumble that my balls made the second I realized that echoed for a good second. Joseph meeped.

“It’s a ten person bathtub and jacuzzi with a nice view.” He pointed at the window looking onto the beach, in full view of about fifty people barely twenty yards away. They waved, I waved. This was going to be a good show. “We got the house almost entirely because of this room, best view.”

“Oh, I do not deny the view is good but the ones the peepers will get is going to be better.” I grabbed him and lifted him up with ease. He melted in my arms the second I kissed him and became literal putty as I pinned him between me and the windows. His cock was nestled in my cleavage, his legs wrapped halfway around my shaft, my tits and balls pressed against the glass so that the ones looking our way would have a good show. “But not now. Daddy’s gotta empty her balls.”

“Mmmmhh…” Dylan hugged me from behind, her hands massaging my ass as her cock slid inside, precum spurting all over until it was flowing down, teasing my muff and my sack. “Let’s give them a good show then…” She dragged me to the edge of the tub and had me sit on a chair that was eerily suitable for someone with massive balls and an even more massive cock. “Let us make our big hung Daddy cum so hard she fills a five thousand gallon indoor hot tub… mark the house… mark us as well… gods I haven’t been this horny and eager in years…” I could see that, she was utterly dripping and panting, her scales hot as if she was still under the sun. I let Joseph get down and instantly he was beside her, on his knees, eyes glued to the pillar of cock looming above his head.

I could do nothing but smile at their eagerness which was a little weird: a married couple that loved each other more than I could imagine, both older than me by a good decade, one an accomplished businessman, the other a gym trainer that could kick my fat ass to kingdom come any day, both with a past of sexual chaos and both now slobbering over my balls, kissing them nuzzling them, planting their noses against their sweaty, taut surface and snorting my scent as if nothing else but that heavy stench of cum mattered. Frankly it’s a dangerously addicting feeling, to be revered this way. I could have them do almost anything I wished and yet I was more than glad to let them do anything they wished to me. Of course that didn’t mean I didn’t pull my weight to get things to go my way often, but it was all always a two way street.

I smiled and caressed their heads as the two lover slobbered all over my cock, their tongues dragged up and down, their noses pressed hard against it, licking every drop of sweat and pre bubbling from the tip and huffing so hard that it felt as if they were trying to drink all of my musk away. The best part is that the tub was already starting to get filled, spurt after spurt, gallon after gallon. Every lick, sniff, touch and moan contributed to making the girls below churn and swell, already half the tub was covered in a thin layer, barely three minutes in. Joseph huffed, standing up, barely able to reach my tip as he hugged my cock, bringing it down but forced to fight with it as if it was a live beast refusing to be tamed, his nose pressed against my crown. The lithe ferret kissed it, his tongue worming beneath it, short and wide, his nose right below the bubbling cum pipe. Within seconds his head was drenched, precum so cloudy it might have been cum making his fur stick to his skull, eyes almost glued as more and more leaked and dripped down his body, turning him into a slick, wet noodle desperate to get his treat. With effort he managed to pull my foreskin back, his cock twitching as a small orgasm wracked his brain the second he huffed the condensed musk beneath it, my crown swelling till it was almost bigger than his entire face for a moment. Joseph mewled and made out with my cock as if it was his entire life goal, his cock rubbing all over, pre spilling from his own sizeable tool in spurts that didn’t match his little body.

Dylan however, was on a whole other level, simply because she was twice his size and stronger than him: her muscles bulged with a pleasant rhythm as she held my cock in a bear hug, her face rubbing against it as she licked and humped it, her massive two and a half footer sandwiched between her abs and the pillar of cockflesh I had, meaning it was stuck between a rock and a steel beam. She was jerking me off with her entire body, attempting to bear the burden of all near seventy pounds of cock from her awkward position and managing to do it well. Her tits were pressed around it, nipples digging into my skin as she pumped her arms up and down, up and down, keeping it steady and aimed at the tub. I moaned, playing with my tits, making sure that they were milked with love and care as the squirts hosed my lovers, pump after pump. Idle rivers of white flowed on their scales and on my cock, lovingly lapped up as their tongues roamed across my flesh with devotion, passion and an undeniable demand for more cock. By now the tub was already an inch deep with precum alone, which was downright impressive for any living being short of hypers.

“Come here you two.” I grabbed their heads and pulled them closer to my sides, they obeyed meekly, refusing to let go of my cock as their hands still stroked and massaged, Joseph going so far to use his soft, tiny feet to knead and tug at my flesh. Precum still flowed and the pool was still slowly being filled. “I need urgent help up here. The girls are killing me right now so drink up.” I pushed then against my tits, mashing them in more tits than they could handle, their hot breaths washing over my scales and making my already hard nipples puff up.

It took them a few seconds of gasping and moaning to find the good part, but that didn’t stop them from sniffing or kissing their way to my nipples, leaving wet marks all over soft boobflesh before their mouths latched on. I moaned and sighed with relief, my hands free to grab my cock and pump, speeding things up as I stroked and tease the right bits of my monster of a dick. I could hear their gulps, pints of milk swallowed, a lot simply dripping on their chins and then onto their chests. And, much like what happened normally with my harem, that got them truly riled up: their cocks got harder and they began to drink and stroke harder, their shafts rubbing against mine, precum bubbling in absurd amounts for their sizes, thick spurts landing all over me.

“Ssso hungry…” I could have kept going like that for a good while more but Dylan pulled back and immediately Joseph sat on my cock, his legs squeezing around me as much as he possibly could, his mouth going from one nipple to the other as he milked me with a skill I hadn’t felt before. “Oh lords… Joseph!” He popped back for a second, his eyes glassy but wearing a smirk of utter confidence before diving back in, his shaft battering my underboobs with pre as he kneaded cock and ass relentlessly. “FFffffuck…” And then Dylan spread my ass as she knelt, her breath washing over me just for a split second before she placed her snout against my tailhole and huffed, a deep needy sniff that made her moan so hard I felt the shivers all over myself.

“Get ready Daddy, since we’re gonna stop with foreplay… Dylan makes me cum hands free…”

“And Joseph used to milk hypers for years…” I gulped, my balls roared so hard the windows vibrated and Joseph moaned as the rush of precum underneath his ass gave him a full body massage before the shot raced so far that it hit said windows with a lewd, loud bang.

“Do your worst…” I smiled and kissed him, my tail wrapping around Dylan’s head and pulling her right against my tailhole. “And make Daddy cum hard.” My cock jumped, almost a signal to start.

Her lips pressed on my donut half a second later, her tongue slithering inside and hitting all the right spots instantly, coiling, twisting, licking and reaching oh so deep it felt insane, her hands kneading and slapping my ass, her cock gently rubbing on my pussy lips, teasing, spreading, pushing in and pulling back mere inches, just enough to sink and make me moan and leave me wanting for more and more still. Her tongue was magical, it made me clench around it over and over, her hands groping with just enough strength to make me twitch and seal her for seconds inside a musky, sweaty prison of bubbly cheeks, dark and damp, her cock was perfect for my muff, thick and long to allow her to hit the right spots inside me. And then there was Joseph: he suckled on my nipples with skill, not just hunger and not just any hunger, there was drive, desire, lust as he drank gallons of milk, his other hand managing to wrap around my nipple and milk me as if he had done so with a million other herms of my size, rivers of creamy white pooling around us to then join the growing pool of pre in the tub. His legs squeezed and his bare, furry ass rubbed all over the base of my cock, right where it was thickest, his tailhole a soft, puffy ring to tease with dreams of cramming it full, his sizeable balls sharing their heat, his cock tapping and slapping against my belly. I was being handled like a toy, used, milked, teased, assaulted on two fronts by two experienced, needy, deeply aroused lovers that knew exactly how to please bigger lovers or how to make smaller ones moan their lungs out. And both were doing their damned best to make me scream.

So I screamed, I moaned, I thrashed on the chair as my balls grew and churned, as my tits were milked and yet never shrunk, as Dylan ate my ass and my pussy with passion reserved for true worship. And then, five minutes later, I came. Hard. Oh so hard. I won’t say that the ground trembled or that water glasses cracked for miles around me but I won’t deny that the windows literally vibrated for a solid second before I felt the usual signs of my body preparing the first shot. Only that they were so much more stronger than normal: I saw and felt my balls swell, but not an inch or so, five solid inches of churning nut spilled around my thigh before contracting and deliver that single titanic spurt. My taint bulged, muscles preparing to pump out a frankly insane cumshot. Dylan was already there but I felt her snout and lips kiss my taint, coaxing it into releasing more spunk than my body had planned to do. Joseph clamped his legs harder, blocking the flow just long enough to make it even more impressive and potent as it bloated my cock several inches at once, blood rushing to my lower body to the point I felt dizzy.

The first shot shattered a window, blasting the panel straight off and turned it into powder as my nuts shrank a couple inches and fired the most massive, dense shot I had ever felt. Joseph creamed himself with the rumbling erupting from my nuts, hosing my tits on the spot as he felt the tens, dozens of gallons rush beneath his ass, scooching back just enough to weigh on my cock and aim at the tub. The first fifteen seconds of my orgasm felt like an hour, my body so tense and taut I had to remember to breathe as Dylan came herself, painting the back of my sack in her batter over and over, spurts that would have been massive had she not been right next to me and the titanic load dumped in the tub. Thirty seconds and there was already a solid foot of spunk sloshing, frothing in there and still I was deep in the first shot. My muscles ached of a pleasant, tremendous ache, the kind that makes you at peace with yourself after a good work and yet I was still working oh so hard. All four of my nuts relaxed for the briefest of seconds before clenching again, a rumble echoing all over the bathroom and the entire house as the next shot rushed into the tub, a shower of white raining all over us and the room as the flow splattered against the wall and landed everywhere.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated right in front of us, an explosion of frothy white all over the place, not a single inch of bathroom left clean within a split second as my cock fired at just the right angle to scatter tens, no, hundreds of gallons of cum in that small timeframe. The next spurt did land in the tub properly but even then it was hardly enough to mitigate the splatter as the sheer force I pumped it out of me made it gush into the pool and cause a geyser as the thousand gallons bubbled and churned with the intensity of an erupting volcano. The spoonami turned the rest of the windows into nothingness, dust then powder and then splattered all over the bodies of the audience I had called around the two twitching horny bastards’ house. Beneath the gushing and splattering of glue-thick cum I heard moans and guttural screams of pleasure, dozens of people cumming their brains out as cum oozed on their bodies, as the stench of a breeder blasted their undies white before the rest of my orgasm blasted them whiter. The tub bubbled and slowly got fuller and fuller.

Five minutes in and it was already brimming with spunk, now overflowing as our feet were washed in everything it couldn’t contain. The tide managed to push the chair I was sitting on backwards, making it slip around as the level rose higher until I slipped myself and fell into the tub, my body sinking into a literal pool of my batter all the way to my neck, cock sticking out as it now shot more cum on the ceiling, a literal geyser of hot spunk raining over us. Joseph was little more than cum-soaked fur, his cock barely visible beneath the layers upon layers, sitting next to me as he twitched and fired blanks without end, Dylan closer as she cannon-balled her way to us, her body displacing a wave of spooge that washed those still standing off their feet and into the waterfall hosing the beach. Ten minutes and, well, I lost count of everything but time, maybe even that at some point.

“Sorry about the house.” I held something in my hand, might have been Dylan or my cock as it softened, hard to say with how weird and tired I felt. From the pool of cum emerged something, probably Joseph, definitely him since it threw itself in my lap and kissed me with soft lips and fit perfectly between my legs.

“I have been shooting blanks for the past hour… I think… I definitely never came harder in my life before this… the house can get fucked.”

“It definitely did get fucked.” Again I pointed at the windows and lack thereof. Then at the ceiling and pillars of cum raining down, the walls plastered with batter, the pool, the floor and… well, us.

“Makes me wonder just how badly it’ll end up tomorrow.” I could feel him still hard and ready to go again.

“You should see the mess I can do in a night when I have a wet dream.” He moaned, I moaned, the cum blob next to me moaned. Ah, there she was. I was wondering whether she had been carried away by a cum wave at some point. Gotta make sure I don’t do this in small spaces again. “Unless I got a cutie stuck to my cock to catch it all.” Both mewled as I reached for their tailholes, sinking my hands into the excessively lubed holes with ease all the way to my wrist. “Gonna have to make sure I can do that first though…” Oh man Joseph squeezes so hard…

“Don’t you worry, I have taken some serious dick in my life.” The little cum blob hugged me, his entire body resting in between my tits as he rode my cock once again. “Although I haven’t taken you…” He purred. “Twenty years of wild sex and hundreds of studs and you’re the biggest thing I have ever laid my eyes on.”

“Why thank you.” Gods those were some nice compliments. “But tone down with the dirty talk, I can’t afford to get hard again.” That being said, I was already hard again, kinda impossible not to when I was swimming in a pool of my own cum, surrounded by the stench of my balls, sore as hell, with a cutie riding my cock and Dylan who was now attempting to get my cock in her mouth. The two of them giggled as my nuts churned, making the pool slosh.

“Make us stop then…” He kissed me as he turned around and shoved his fat cock in between my tits, squeezing them around it as my nipples dug into his fur. I huffed and murred, helping him put pressure on that smooth and exceedingly well lubed cock, big enough to get all the way through the HH cups I sported but only barely. He mewled when I took his tip in my lips, dug under his foreskin as he grew another inch all of a sudden, then another and one more. Little guy had some more junk in the trunk huh? “Oh lords…” I wrapped my tongue around his thicker cock and took it in my mouth, peeling his foreskin back to reveal the fat crown, his pre spilling on my tongue as he started humping and thrusting. The little ferret fucked my tits hard, his balls slapping against them over and over as the cum around us sloshed lewdly, Dylan now making out with my shaft, so desperate to swallow more spunk that she slid inside my cock just a bit, her muzzle spreading my crown oh so wide as she lapped deeper and deeper. “Oh Ffffuck…” Joseph grunted and stood up, using the edge of the tub as support while he crammed every inch of cock he had down my throat, his tip reaching down into my stomach as his nuts slapped my chin. “Ffffff…” He jackhammered my mouth, his musky, cum-soaked crotch fur slamming on my nose, every breath reeking of both me and him, his balls swinging hard, just big enough to fill the space between my tits and the root of his cock.

Had they grown? Had his cock grown? Was he always this big? As his cock spewed precum down my gullet directly into my stomach, I cradled his nuts, playing with them, examining them, all the while I suckled and gulped, making him mewl and beg for me to allow him to cum down my throat. I moaned hard a few seconds later when Dylan pulled out and crammed her cock inside mine, her massive shaft hilting in a lewd, sloppy, messy kiss with my cocktip. She roared, blowing her load on the spot, cum rushing inside my nuts, gallon after gallon, making them swell and grow. I came as well oh so fast, everything crashing down on me to make me blow faster than I had ever done: the musk, the feeling of cum lapping at my scales, the cock lodged in my throat and the flow of spunk going the wrong way down my shaft. Dylan whimpered as I pushed all of her spunk back out, crammed it inside her overworking nuts and then added far, far more than she could prepare herself for. Around my legs I felt her sack triple in size just before the pressure pushed her out, shooting that fat cock out of mine until I was free to paint the bathroom into even more layers of white, a second, bigger, lewder spoonami pulverizing wall tiles and shattering what was left of the door, flooding the rest of the house. Joseph came just a little later, his cock swelling right in my throat like a log, his nuts groaning so hard I felt them purr beneath my chin while my stomach swelled and swelled, pushing him higher as thin jets of spunk rushed out of my nose so much he was attempting to dump. He pulled out eventually, leaving me panting and immediately beginning to jerk off on my face, shot after shot after shot hitting my muzzle, aiming so that he could see his load pool into my mouth for a brief second before I kissed him and shoved that thick paste into his own mouth.

My new orgasm lasted longer, far less potent, far less impressive, but even if I didn’t pump out a billion gallons of cum in a minute, going on for over ten minutes was roughly just as messy and chaotic. Half an hour later we were all on the couch, cum drying on our bodies as we passed towels that got soaked instantly. Hell, the couch already had my ass print and the shape of my nuts was visible on the floor where I had sat over two hours earlier. My cock was still semi hard, three feet of calmly throbbing, thigh-thick dragonflesh, oozing cum as the gaping hole Dylan had fucked into me refused to close. I sighed, relieved from the most insistent pressure I had felt in months as the two of them explored some of the changes of their bodies. It remembered me of the time I was still with Mina at our parent’s house, the day I brought home that dog cutie and let her fuck my cock like Dylan had just done. I wondered how she had been faring… maybe I should give her a call sometimes.

“Lords above look at me!” Joseph giggled like a kid as he paraded a cock that looked like a third leg on his body: it was thick as his own thigh, heavy, meaty, two feet of absurdly thick dick that he could hug and suckle and not even have to crane his neck. He kissed his throbbing cockhead, nuzzling it, lapping every drop of pre that his ten inch nuts pumped out. “And look at you!” He pointed at his wife who was still trying to find a way to wrestle with her own new size, learning how to sit as her two feet wide nuts jostled lewdly between her thighs, her cock oozing cum still as she attempted to drain her sack from all my cum.

“Mmmmh I feel so heavy…” She caressed her taut balls, hissing as a fat load rushed out of them and splattered on the wall, a loud, lewd thud. She counted every inch of her cock over and over until the realization that she did, in fact, gain seven inches of shaft to pile onto her two and a half feet of already far more than impressive cock.

“Now you know a bit how I feel.” I pulled her close and grabbed her sack, letting her feel mine. She bit her lip and buried her snout in my neck, whimpering as merely touching my far bigger junk made her cum a little and further hose the wall in cum.

“How did it… how?” Joseph let go of his cock, watching it slap against his leg as it softened a bit, the fattest half chub a ferret could ever have dangling before my eyes.

“Oh, it’s my fault I guess. My sister got me some pill a while ago that was supposed to make me go in such a deep rut that I’d knock her up and make her my broodmother.” He came a little at the thought. “Damn compound has not quite gone away, it keeps making me grow, every couple weeks I find I’ve gained an inch of nuts, a couple inches of cock or whatever cup size I am now at…” I go through clothes like snacks. “Lately it has slowed down a lot but… well, I think that now I make that compound on my own, like a brand new growth hormone or something. The doctors did hint that it might be a possibility since I was already hyper to begin with and hyper biology is just weird at times.”

“So you’re saying that the more horny you are, either you grow or make others grow?” Dylan looked at me with a deep lust, her tongue darting out, searching for my tits and began to suckle. Joseph repeated her words for a few seconds while stroking and exploring his fatter junk.

“I guess. The compound does not affect me much anymore but others might get some new… stuff.” I guess that’s why all my lovers are bigger and cum more. Daily injections for months might make them minor hypers in their own way.

“Oh gods thank you.” Joseph hugged me, his fat two footer rubbing against mine in a lewd but different sort of hug.

“I’d not be that happy, you’re gonna need a wardrobe change.”

“It’s fine, we all shop at the same clothing store anyways.” Ah yes I forgot. “Plus we’re on holiday for a bit more so we can order stuff online while we sunbathe and stuff.” He pulled back and smiled, no, he was beaming like a lighthouse’s at full power. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“A walk?” I blinked. “We smell of cum to high heaven, the two of us are leaking like broken faucets, you look like you’ve grown a third leg and none of us has clothes that will ever fit us properly.” He nodded. I smiled. “I like the way you think cutie.” He mewled and joined Dylan at my other tit, desperate to get some energy back before going to a most lewd walk.

Given that we didn’t need clothes, the shower was more messy than us, that we had resorted to using the bedsheets to wipe cum off our bodies, especially Joseph since having fur is a great way to stay wet and messy, it took a whole three minutes to get out of the house, most of them spent trying to find a purse and our phones and wallets. Walking outside was thrilling, even for me: I have spent most of the past year naked in some form or another, be it in bed, in apartments, half naked in a club, but never have I been so thoroughly naked on a place with so many people. Even for a nudist beach it turns out I was a bit too much to handle. And how to say that it was wrong: HH cups leaking milk at every step, a cock that hangs lower than my knees, four nuts the size of beachballs, an ass that can and will smother you and someone else at the same time, followed by the most hung ferret in the world and a dragoness fumbling to walk on sand with a pair of nuts that sloshed oh so loudly… Yeah, it’s a recipe for bigger disasters than anyone is ready for. But the sand beneath my feet was nice, I’d just need to remember to wipe them once we returned home. Cum might be nice to have around while you snooze but sand, not so much.

People stared, ogled, gazes trying to make holes in our bodies as we strutted without a care in the world, hung, dripping and utterly reeking of sex and cum. Hell, I could see people sporting confused boners well before they saw us, like an ominous cloud of hornytm that was paving the way for us. And how quickly the confused boners turned to raging hard-ons once we were in sight: swimsuits tented, towels rose from crotches, panties turned oh so moist among men, women, herms and whatever else nature had to offer to us. If they could get hard or wet, they got hard and wet. And it was glorious. We took an ice cream after a good half a mile and I think that the guy selling them really, really wanted to ask me if I could donate some milk considering how hard he stared at my tits. I mean, I would have, any chance to drain myself is a damn good chance after all. These girls are heavy and my back hurts sometimes. I wore my wallet in a pouch around my neck so to get it out, much to the joy of everyone, I had to dig it out of my cleavage, making more than one boner blow as I ‘accidentally’ played with my tits a bit and hosed the guy selling ice cream with a bit of a hard squeeze… Gotta give them a show or else all this stuff bolted on me isn’t put to good use after all…

“Want to go to a bar? I’m feeling super randy today.” Joseph had barely finished his ice cream when he jumped in the air, cock almost smacking someone in the face.

“I wonder why you’re feeling so randy.” Dylan chuckled and grabbed him, putting the small ferret in her lap, the light pressure of his body on her crotch made her moan and fire a few wrist thick shots of pre on the sand. Several people gulped and turned the other way as boners got too insistent. “Maybe because Daddy got you on a musk high like when you were twenty two?”

“MMmaybe…” He kissed her as their cocks rubbed together. Had it not been so lewd it’d have been very cute and lovely. “But still, a drink can make the rest of the day so much more fun.” He murred. “Also I wanna try to see if getting Daddy drunk makes her cum harder or make us grow bigger again.”

“Slow down, I’m not your personal dick enhancer ok?” I reminded him and Joseph nodded. “You’re my little cumdumps and ball huffers and if your junk grows because you’re next to me is just a fun little bonus I’m throwing in as ‘thanks’ for you helping me cum.” The two moaned a little. “But yeah, a drink is fine by me. I could use some booze.” Last time I got a little drunk I scored twins and flooded a club so whatever might happen today is sure to be fun, if not for me for the rest of the beach. As I just said, someone’s gotta enjoy all this extra luggage I’m carrying around.

Our beach stroll was thus extended by quite a bit, not that I complained: the day was nice, the sun was warm, the breeze just strong enough to make the heat not as unbearable and I was oh so deliciously naked. We headed further away from the house, sure that something that looked fun would appear on our right at some point while everything that could jiggle jiggled and swayed openly. It was a good thing that the nudist beach was massive, way bigger than I expected and also had nothing against people sporting hard-ons or jacking off in public. And, since I was feeling the stares from hundreds of people, since I smelled of sex and cum so hard I felt a cloud around me, since I hadn’t cum as much as I wanted, well, it was only a matter of time before I got half hard right as I strolled around. It was kinda obvious that not many people had seen a half chub as long as most people’s legs, but the three feet and a quarter boner I sported was indeed real and not a dream. Alright, it might not have been quite half hard as much as it was close to a full erection but small details aren’t important. Or rather, they’re not when my cock is about four and a half feet long and I have four nuts each the size of a damn beachball. Again, not complaining. I might live here in the future, save on clothes and worries about flooding buildings…

“There!” Joseph grabbed my hand and brought me out of my trance, his cute little ass in front of me as he led the way with a rather admirable determination and show of strength, cock leading the way in front of him as it had done for the past half an hour. He dragged me forward and then onto a wooden path that led to a shiny bar that was kinda packed despite it only being early afternoon.

“Looks good…” I read the name of the bar once I got to the entrance and stopped for just a second. The name wasn’t familiar but my brain was still recognising the style of the building as something I had seen before, but in the post-nut haze it was rather hard to think so I just walked in, hoping to find a connection at some point. Inside there was a lot of chaos: it was a mix of customers going around with food and drinks and servers trying their best to get orders delivered to the rest or clean tables. All the servers were also oddly naked and dressed in nigh-bondage fetish-wear.

“Nyla?” And then I saw Xander staring back at me, wearing nothing but a speedo that made his far above average human junk stick out lewdly.

“Boss?” Ever had a moment when your thoughts kinda fly out of your skull? Yeah, this was one of those, big time brain blank.

“Boss?” Dylan perked her head back with a glint in her eyes. “Is this perchance… your boss from the night club?” She said each word clearly so that Joseph could pick up her hint and return, his cock standing harder and stiffer. Xander smiled and extended a tanned hand and arm to the two of them.

“Why yes, I’m the proud owner of the Syren night club and now I also own this dandy little place close to the sea. It occurred to me that having a place called Syren in the middle of a city but not near the ocean was an awful loss so I bought this one last month.” He smiled proudly. “I thought you went on holiday Nyla.”

“I am.” I looked around and saw no one I recognised working the tables or even the bar. “Don’t see anyone from the usual roster.”

“That’s cause this place is a separate venture, the city is good but I need fresh blood working at the tables.” He winked at a couple fresh faces that blushed a bit as they strutted around in clothes that did everything that they could to make tits look bigger and cocks fatter. “Plus I wanted to use it as incentive for your roster you know, give y’all a vacation in a place where you know you can enjoy the service… for free.” Now he winked at me. Sadly I couldn’t make use of that new incentive since I was already having another free vacation of my own. “There’s a sort of inauguration tonight if you want to participate, something to put this little place on the map and get the word around. We already had the official opening a couple days ago but it was frankly just fine.” The man sighed, though probably not because he was dissatisfied with the new hires’ performance: they looked nice, pert, eager, hung and stacked where it mattered, killer tits and footlong dicks everywhere you could look. And then there was me and my newest lovers: far more hung and with tits to smother a dinosaur. The staff looked at us, me especially, with that look of shock, lust and envy I had come to love. “Want to work a shift with us tonight?”

“I’m sorry what?” To be honest, I wasn’t the one that said that, Dylan was. “You mean we could see Nyla in that getup, working all night, showing off and all that…?” My lovely dragoness got hard oh so fast she slapped her belly with more cock than anyone normally had to deal with, the fat shaft ending up sandwiched between her tits with a most lewd and loud slap that attracted quite a bit of attention. Joseph was already hard but I didn’t fail to notice the leaking and the puddle of pre beneath his feet.

“Well, yes.” Xander eyed them like he eyed all new hires, mixing a healthy dose of lust and more than enough professional spirit to know when someone was worth hiring. “Would you be interested in getting a job here? I know you’d fit well.” The two of them giggled.

“No thanks, we’re not quite the right folk for this king of job. But back on a more important topic…” Joseph looked at me and held my arm close to his chest. “Nyla, do you want to work here tonight?”

“I mean, we had plans.”

“Plans can be changed.” Dylan chimed in.

“I don’t have my uniform.”

“We’re at a nudist beach, you don’t need any.” Xander piled up on me with them. I had already figured out their aim but I really wanted to chill with a couple of mouths around my balls tonight… maybe a good foot massage, some decent movies while they make me cum a few times, maybe a good dicking for myself if Dylan can focus on something other than my nuts or cock for more than a few minutes… “I see you’re interested.” He looked down at the clear mess I was making of the entrance, meaning the puddle spreading far around us and the throbbing four foot of cock starting to rise and fill what little space between us my tits weren’t already claiming.

“Ugh… I’m just a bit pent up.”

“You… you just filled a five thousand gallon tub by yourself!” Joseph almost screamed, though even speaking softly would have had the same effect since most of the attention was already onto me anyways, perks of being naked, almost hard and as big as a truck down there.

“Yeah and I got twice the amount of nut to take care since I got twice the equipment, my dear.” I wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or proud but in doubt I went with proud. After all making the kind of mess I make is a skill more than just luck.

“So why not fill another? We’ve had trouble with the pumps today and our pool is kind of closed.” Xander winked, his speedo straining lewdly. Man, he might be human but I’d let that cock spread me wide any day…

“And risk pregging half the people here by accident?”

“Well we could just make it a paid show then, half of the donations we receive during it go to your tip jar.” He winked. Half? Was he serious? He looked like he was. “Plus we got some real loaded patrons today, some have been quite forward with their offers and payments…” More winks. Ugh. I just wanted a few days spent lazing around and cumming with no worries… why do I gotta work? Then again, it’s a tempting offer.

“Fine…” I think some would have been annoyed by me being so casual at the thought of making bank and cumming enough to fill a pool but, well, I know me and I know what I can do. “I’ll take the shift.” I paused. “On the condition that it’s just tonight and I get to do whatever I want.”

“Excellent dear! I’ll take the chance to let the new guys learn from my favourite waitress ever. Oh, before I forget, I’ll tell the staff that you three get drinks on the house and to seat you at one of the good tables.” Xander patted Joseph’s back and squeezed his ass at the same time. “Offer to come here for a quick couple bucks is always available, ok? I’d love to see this furry ass in a tight harness serving tables.” The ferret chuckled, his cock straining to get a little harder, all two feet of it throbbing hard. “A cutie with this much junk is rare.” A slap on the ass and Xavier was gone already, headed to the back.

“Be right back, I just gotta… get dressed.” I kept my purse tucked away between my tits, safest place I knew and followed that devious human. This place wasn’t bigger than the Syren back in the city but it had a better view and an outdoor area with sofas and the famed pool, plus a hot tub that was also empty. The staff quarters were right beside the lounge, a little empty but once I got in I saw a few rush in as Xander called them. In half a minute I was staring at a decent roster of sexy asses, tits and cocks at the ready, footlongs throbbing here, DD cups swaying there, a sad lack of herms that I had already begun fixing. All in all it was a good lineup of hot bodies but not jaw dropping or pant-destructive as the main cast where I worked at normally. The fact that I was the only herm, the only one with tits above HH and the only one with a cock the size of someone’s leg was more than enough to put me at the very top of the staff hierarchy. Unless Xander had some secret hottie tucked away in his speedo.

“Ok guys, time for a quick update to tonight’s event.” He slapped my ass hard, which made my nuts shake a bit and dump a few healthy shots of precum onto the floor, the splatter echoing lewdly as some of the staff moaned and hesitated to reach for their leaking muffs or hardening cocks. It was already starting to look better. “This is Nyla, one of my top earners in the city.” I guessed they would have figured that out but a fair few seemed shocked by that. “She’s on vacation around here but has gently agreed to work with us to show you guys how we do it over there. Not that you guys don’t work hard or well, but she’s got that ompf that sells.” He made the point by going back behind me, his cock sandwiched inside my ass on the spot as his hands reached and grabbed my tits, squeezing, teasing, pulling at my nipples and causing a rather massive gush of milk that hosed the first guy in front of me and a couple others. I moaned a bit and squeezed his shaft, kneading it as I knew customers liked to feel. He pulled back, hard, his speedo actually caught in my ass and slipping off his junk, letting his foot and a half of rather inhumanly big cock out. “See? Ten seconds and she’s made a mess and I’m bursting from my costume.” A few nodded. I almost expected someone to take out a notebook and take notes. “So watch her and learn, but don’t watch too hard and forget to do your job.” He chuckled and slapped me again. “Now get out and have fun.” Xavier disappeared once again. Was he a ninja or something? He had some skills at vanishing from sight. I chuckled and went to the makeup stand to fix some of the mess he had made.

“Soooo… is this natural?” A somewhat pudgy hen made her way towards me, her leather bound tits almost bursting from their cage, ass spilling all over and muff leaking like a faucet over her feathers. She had that glint in her eyes that told she didn’t just enjoy the job, she loved it. Her confidence as she reached for my cock as I sat down and cleaned my tits was also quite nice, casually stroking a shaft as thick as her torso.

“Yeah.” Mostly. “I’m a big girl from the big city.” Xander’s words. That was how he sold me to the customers. “Is this natural?” I replied by grabbing her and letting her sit on my lap, tits to tits, her ass spread onto my shaft, muff already drooling over it.

“Got a boyfriend?”

“Several.” I heard a few murrs and gasps.

“Girlfriend?”

“Several.” More gasps, this time with a fair few moans and curious if tentative questions thrown around. “Why? Want to audit for a position in my harem?” I licked her neck and grabbed her ass, her front already soaked with milk as she squeezed herself against my tits.

“Mmmmh I’d love to but I’m taken.” A ring shone on her finger. Oh good, another married woman going behind her husbansd’s back to get her rocks off. “Ain’t that right Doug?” She winked at a stallion that was just about to blow his load onto the floor. Well ain’t this fun? A married couple working at a strip club. “We like to kiss for the guests, I practice my bj skills on customers and he likes to make other men cum up his tight little ass for me to clean later.”

“Sounds like a good routine.” I grabbed her and kissed her in front of the stallion, looking at him as I did it. The guy seemed about to drop on his knees and cum from that alone. “I’d provide help but I have stuff to teach y’all.” She gingerly stepped down, leaving a wet patch on my cock and stepping onto a puddle of my own making. “So, guys, I’m not exactly the one with the most experience in the business since I started like… four months ago, but I got the stuff that people like and I know how to use it. I’ll just chill around and help if you need since I’m on vacation but, since Xander was very eager, I’ll have a special show later tonight so you can watch that and see if there’s stuff you want to try out someday.” I smiled. “Remember, I just have more junk to play with and it’s hard to miss me in the club, don’t think I am some sort of god of smut ok?” Even though I can cum in the ten thousand gallon range and have over half a dozen lovers at my beck and call but suuuure… I’m not that good at sex… “Move like you’ve got the best ass and you know it, the rest will come easily.”

Since I had no clothes to begin with, I didn’t need more than a handful of seconds to get out there and start working. The rest of the staff followed suit quickly, eyes ready to catch my every move, to study how I moved, how I handled customers, everything was scrutinized and, to be honest, it was very flattering. The customers also seemed to like the fact that I was suddenly not one of them anymore, instead I was one of the many pieces of eye-candy they could ogle and enjoy freely, well, enjoy at a price but you get what I mean. The workload was lessened for the staff as nearly everyone with a wallet fat enough to handle me made themselves known and stated their demands. A hunky alligator was the first of the bunch, making me get to his table with a fat bottle of wine and lots of ice. He made me sit on his lap, my tits around his head as he drank from the bottle, grabbing ice cubes to rub on my nipples, making them oh so hard and stiff, each pass making milk squirt into his drink and before long he was out of wine and full of glasses brimming with milk and ice, his rather fat cock wedged inside my cheeks, throbbing, leaking. He was buried in an avalanche of tits, nothing but softness all around his eyes and ears as I let my own cock rest on his legs, smothering his own in ten times the amount of dick and balls he had. Then it was the turn of a fancy bird dressed in something that looked about twice as expensive as a year of rent. She sat on my lap this time as she undressed, tossing thousands of dollars of clothing onto the floor, mashing her tits to mine, her beak buried in my neck as she huffed and huffed, going lower and lower, kissing and sniffing her way down to my cock until she wedged her head under my shaft and huffed one last time, cumming as the smell of sex, sweat and thousands of gallons of cum right were it was stronger hit her brain like a bus. Customers saw her twitch and moan, her voice muffled by a slab of cock above her head while she rubbed her clit and slumped onto the coffee table, knocking glasses and bottles off that a couple of my coworkers rushed to clean up.

And it was chaos afterwards: I was bent over a table as noses and mouths were buried in my ass, licking, sniffing, nuzzling my tailhole, my pussy, my balls, each part of me teased and worshipped right in full view as the sun still shone clearly. The floor of the club was beginning to get sticky from my precum alone, dozens of mouths and tongues and noses doing their best to make me hard and leaking all over the place. I was completely hard after the third customer, my cock towering over everyone, slammed over tables, hugged, licked and handled over and over. I could feel my balls grow by the second, turning the air stuffy and heavy, the smell of drinks and the sea gone in a storm of musk wafting from my nuts and my cock, rivers of pre going down stairs and lapping at naked paws, sandals and flip flops alike. Within half an hour I had claimed the entire place, activities ground to a halt as I served what few customers had the cash and the mental capacity left to request my services, most of those who had asked them before left mumbling on their chairs, half or completely naked, cocks hard and shooting blanks or stuffing their hands up slick pussies in a flurry of lust. Dylan and Joseph were watching the whole time, getting their rocks off as I caused chaos here and there, getting their own needs tended to by staff members, their table coated in cum and spilled booze as asses and faces were covered in spunk. Normally the Syren wouldn’t have allowed this level of confusion, nor would I have been allowed to make guests cum, but since Xander hadn’t stopped me, I guessed he wanted to make use of me to truly market this place as a haven for lust and pleasure. And I’d been of great help of course…

“Nyla, can you spare some time for a special guest?” Xander did what he did best and appeared out of nowhere just when I was sitting on the last customer that could brandish a wad of cash, the sofa creaking a bit under my weight as all of my ass crashed down onto the small corgi female that had meekly waved her hand and offered me a drink and some time to rest before letting her huff my ass up close. I could feel her cold nose and her broad tongue wash over my tailhole, her small paws sinking into more ass than she could ever handle, her muff buried under my nuts, massaged by the churning, nigh-roaring quad orbs.

“I think I can…” I smiled and handed him wads of cash from the bag inside my tits as the little corgi began squirming under me, her moans muffled but vibrating right into my rump just hard enough to make my balls twitch. “Give me a sec…” I grunted and aimed my cock onto a pile of frat boys I had helped a few minutes before, load after load after load of pre splattering onto their bodies as the frantic, desperate rimming of my last customer made me almost blow my load after so much teasing. The pile of jocks and studs was turned into a heaving precum soaked mess, cocks firing into more pre than they could pump in a lifetime, tens of gallons racing through four and a half feet of cock at a time before flying for dozens of feet into the air. “Mmmh I guess I’m free now.” As I stood up lines of saliva connected my ass to the corgi, her fur soaked in sweat and musk, eyes glazed as her chest heaved, taking in air that was just barely less packed with herm stench than my rump.

“Getting a bit too much into your job as always?” He winked, his fat cock aimed at the corgi, firing smaller yet impressive shots of pre. She didn’t protest nor even notice, her hand grabbing the air as if trying to knead my ass again. I shrugged, letting my own cock slump over my shoulder. “Well it’s good for the business and… it did attract a friend of mine that has more than once asked me to present her to you.”

“Well, I’m flattered.” He walked into the flowing puddle of precum that spanned the entire club by now as if it wasn’t there, asking a few customers and staff members about their time, if they wanted anything but the replies were rather mumbled most of the time.

“There we are. Tia’Lana, this is Nyla, Nyla this is Tia.” It wasn’t hard to miss the one he was talking about: an ebony dragoness with sexy deep blue stripes that made her look immensely exotic, like an otherworldly beauty straight out of a movie. Four horns and a jet black mane made her look almost savage, hungry… The dark scales held my gaze back for just a few seconds, and then I noticed… everything else: big, round doorbell piercings on her nipples that swayed back and forth with her every breath on a pair of decent F cup tits, a flared ebony cock that looked as thick as her own thigh jutting almost two and a half feet, maybe three from a fat, swollen sheath, rivers of precum flowing onto a pair of nuts that looked almost as big as mine.

“Nice to meet you.” She nodded, making her nipple piercings shake as she spread her legs wide, her nuts flopping off the couch, heavier than they looked. Tia’Lana smiled when she noticed me staring at her junk, licking her lips with a tongue that slid out and just kept going on and on and on, two solid feet of light blue muscle swaying in the air before curling around her own nipple to draw out a needy moan. “I heard so much about you but it didn’t make justice. I’m saddened that I arrived here late after Xander told me you were around and missed most of the fun.” She looked around herself and scraped a wad of precum I had fired onto the couch to lube her throbbing cock with casual lewdness, rivers of her own pre mixing around her balls, making them shine in the late afternoon light.

“Well, it would seem I’m all yours right now.” I winked and sat beside her, the couch creaking, my nuts resting on the floor so big they had swollen, cock draped over my shoulder like a log, heavy, massive, towering. She huffed the thicker musk around me, her own impressive shaft lurching, the fat cum pipe yawning wide.

“It would seem so.” She chuckled. Sitting next to her was weird: as I stood she didn’t seem tall but this close I realized she was… positively massive, as in she might have been over eight feet tall.

“You’re tall.”

“Is that a problem?” She stretched, her long legs and slender build making her look even taller once she stood up. Yeah, eight feet was an understatement: girl was more like nine feet tall. She licked her lips again, cock throbbing before me as my own throbbed in kind. Now that I think about it, my cock’s about half as long as she is tall.

“I am always the tallest among those I spend time with so it’s more of a pleasant surprise.” I smiled while she slowly knelt in front of me, her watermelon sized nuts resting cosily on the floor, inches away from my four beachballs. “But I’m always the biggest down here.” She chuckled with a tone that told me she was much the same, used to being the top dog everywhere she went. Tia’Lana craned her neck and placed her snout against the underside of my cock and huffed, eyes rolling back as she snorted as hard as she could, her chest swelling with tainted air, nipple rings swaying gently as she huffed the stolen breath onto my nuts and breathed deeper still, her cock stiffening, flare doubling in size as if she wanted to breed the very air she was huffing. “Like the smell?”

“Mmmmh yes, very much so…” She shot upwards, hugging my shaft, tits to cock, head craning so that she could looked at me around the immense girth of the spire she was handling oh so roughly. “Xander told me you were… big.”

“Big enough to satisfy you?” I grabbed her head and, minding the horns, dragged her snout lower, back to where she had been until she was kissing the root of my cock, buried between hard flesh and churning balls. She moaned loudly, her tongue sliding out, inch aft inch after inch. I felt it slide around my base, crawling slowly all the way till she was licking her own snout from the other side. My cock throbbed, swelling as I hosed the ceiling with precum, her tongue no longer circling my shaft entirely. “Nifty tongue you got there.” She was still huffing my balls and cock but didn’t protest when I pulled her back up and kissed her. It’d have been my win, it was always my win whenever I kissed someone, but… she wasn’t quite anyone. I forgot about her tongue almost instantly, lost in the sea of lust as per usual, but as I felt that oh so long tongue coil around mine once twice and then five times over I realized she had been aiming for it.

Being overpowered by someone isn’t something that happens to me often, in fact, it never happened. Sure, I can get overwhelmed when I get too hot and bothered and I can get kinda subby when Cyil gets under my tail and goes to town, but I never get overpowered when I am trying to be the dominant one. Tia’Lana wormed her tongue down my throat as if I hadn’t even put up a fight, that slimy, thick tongue simply coiling around mine and sliding deeper until I felt my mouth full and my throat invaded. It was weird, it was somehow wrong and perfect. I gave up on winning on that front, but the rest of her must have had some weak point. I sucked on her tongue as if she had crammed her cock in there, tasting her, playing with her as she played with me while I handled her tits, massaging those firm mounds with all the skill I had. It should’ve been easy, but she was so good I was struggling a bit. I had to get her on a better ground. She murred hard as I grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, sprawled atop her taller frame, pushing down with every pound of tit and cock I had in me. She smiled and hugged my shaft, our tits smothering it while her own sizeable slab of herm cock frotted beneath, pinned, trapped, smothered. We kissed more, precum bubbling all over as the couch creaked and begged for mercy we wouldn’t give, not until one of us won.

She pulled her tongue out, which took far, far too long and felt far too good and then immediately began making out with my dick. Tia’Lana was tall enough that she could actually do that, her neck just at the perfect angle to kiss my crown, worming her tongue inside my foreskin like a naughty little snake. She came a little as she tasted me, the flavour soaked under my glans stronger than anything she might have tasted before. But that wasn’t enough for her, oh no it wasn’t: she opened her mouth wide, saliva dripping all over my flesh and then crammed her tongue inside me. I roared, feeling her invade my cock, deeper and deeper into me, deeper than anyone had ever gone before. Cyril was hung, Jake was hung, hell, anyone with a cock I had ever allowed to fuck me there was far more hung than most. But her tongue alone was longer than their dicks. I felt her lick, tease and scrape in places I had never felt anyone reach. My entire body quivered so hard I might have blown my load right then and there… oh how I wanted to do that… if she just kept going a little more I just might get to cum hands free for the first time in forever…

“MMMh I’d love to keep doing this but I have… more fun stuff in mind.” And then she pulled out. As fast as she had shoved that tongue down my cock she was just gone, skillfully avoiding the massive blast of pre she had managed to block for a good minute. My cock bloated, thickened, the windows actually shook from a mere shot of pre alone as my nuts pushed it out. I heard stuff break, then more stuff fall, someone screamed, someone moaned… ten seconds later and I was panting as if I had been running.

“I’ll make you pay for that.”

“Oh dear, I’m already paying for everything I’ll do to you and will let you do to me…” She grinned, her hands reaching behind me, freeing her thick shaft from its boob prison. I felt it throb between my cheeks a moment later, fat and imposing, precum spilling all over itself, my ass and my pussy. Mmmh I might let her show me how she uses it… unless she makes me take it tonight. Oh dear, I’m getting a little too subby, aren’t I? I smiled, squeezing that fat cock with my big phat ass, rubbing my pussy on it. She huffed with need, groping my cheeks. “Don’t tempt me, I have plans.”

“Do tell.”

“I’ll do you one better, stud.” She kissed me again, our tits mashing together around the log of my shaft, sharing its heat among us. Slowly we moved out attention to it, kissing and lavishing it, making out with ourselves and with it at the same time, a three-way kiss between herms and a cock the size of a person. “I’ll show you what I want you to do for me.” Tia’Lana stood up, ass sashaying hypnotically left and right. Damn, I’d let her use my face as a seat warmer any day… I watched her grab a pair of watermelons from the bar, two big ones at that and plop them beside me. “I know you like when people play with your cock, Nyla, I have… informed myself regarding your likes and dislikes.” She hugged my cock once again, her long tongue coiling around it once as she licked it. “So I want to make you experience something new and enjoy the results.” Watermelon in hand, she eyed me and then my cock. Oh. Oh lord. “Yeah, I can see you understand where I want to go.”

“That’s… a little too big… even for me.” The damn thing was a good foot and a half long, massive, thick, heavy too. And I knew she’d not just be happy until it was deep inside my balls. She looked almost disappointed. “But fuck it, lets see what happens.” Her eyes glittered like stars as I agreed and gave her another messy kiss. “And bring two more, we’re going all in.”

Barely ten seconds later I was spreading my legs onto a different couch, one near the empty pool since the rest of the bar had been turned into a hazard where merely walking was dangerous even for Tia’Lana. The four gargantuan watermelons were beside me, each merely a third the size of my nuts but big nonetheless. The horny dragoness stroked me, letting the buckets of precum spill all over herself and the fruits, getting everything slick and messy before the fun started. To be honest, I was very excited, as in: my nuts churned harder than normal level of excitement... they were almost purring. I had to relax a bit so I leaned back and let her have fun, bathing herself and the stuff she was about to cram into my nuts with what little pre wasn’t ending up in the pool. As she finally got the ‘toys’ prepped, she stood up and, without much in the way of warnings or fanfare, simply pushed the smallest watermelon of the bunch to my cockhead. I moaned, loudly.

“So fffffffucking fat…” I held onto the couch as tightly as I could while she struggled to shove that thick fruit deeper. I relaxed as much as being spread so wide could allow me, panting and biting my lips. Pre bubbling all around the green skin of the watermelon, lubing it up even more as slowly, bit by bit, inch after inch, I watched my cock bloat and widen, yawning around it. “Ooooooh ffffffffck!” I howled louder than I’d like to admit when the damn thing slipped inside entirely: one second it was out, the next Tia’Lana was staring at me with her arm up to her elbow shoved inside my cock. The massive bulge travelled lower and lower, making me squirm on the couch, every nerve in my groin on fire the whole time. “Oooh that’s good… mmmmhhh…” There was a muted, muffled splash the moment it passed the root and slipped inside my sack. I quaked, literally, then I felt heavier and fuller than I’d been in months. Tia pulled her arm out covered in precum, her fingers connected by lewd bridges of fresh goo, her cock harder than steel as it spilled load after load, hands and free, splattering her lust onto the nuts she had just shoved a watermelon inside of. “Keep going…”

I didn’t need to say that twice: before I could catch my breath she was already pushing the second watermelon to my still gaping cum pipe. It was bigger and fatter, but as if that first one had baptized me, the next slid in with such ease I had the chance to actually enjoy the process. I watched my glans swell, widen, slowly devouring it, jets of pressurized pre escaping the seal here and there. I felt it stretch me oh so wide and oh so good… it was like cumming at the very peak of a big session constantly but without the release from all the pent up spunk. My nuts churned hard, swelling with both backed up cum and the weight of the two watermelons. The couch creaked, a lot... but neither Tia nor I were planning to stop here. She came a little again when she pressed her snout to my sack and kissed it, massaging its heavy cargo, feeling how taut it was while I moaned and watched rivers of pre spill out of my gaping shaft into the pool, waves crashing against the walls like a tsunami ready to wreck entire buildings. The air was beyond stuffed and I was pretty sure we were both sweating pure musk at this point.

The second biggest watermelon made me howl once more, the couch halfway to the ground, my balls now five feet wide each as backed up cum made them churn. We kissed while she rode me, her feet helping me cram the last of the fruits down my cock, the last and biggest, a monster twenty inches long and almost just as thick. The second it splashed inside my nuts I kind of blacked out, the only things I could feel was an unbearable fullness, a hot boiling need to fuck anyone I could get my hands on. The realization that I was utterly unable to even move, pinned to the ground by a quartet of nuts as tall as I was, four titanic orbs bigger than most people, so heavy they dug into the concrete below, so hot they steamed in the musk-laden air. Tia’Lana grinned, her shaft as stiff as it could be while she fingered my cum pipe, aiming her thick pole against mine and slid inside.

We moaned at the same time: because it felt as if my cock had turned into another pussy, soft inside, slick, hot, squirming with newly discovered muscles and pleasure nodes, as if it was attempting to suck her inside as well, as if to milk her and make me fuller and even bigger. I groped myself, toying with my nipples as she bred my cock with such intensity, such raw need, such… urgency, like she couldn’t wait one more second and demanded to blow her load inside me. And so I helped: I milked her, I squeezed, I squirmed and I used every muscle and bit of energy I had while my nuts broke down the watermelons to make her blow hard. Her eyes crossed, my pussy of a cum pipe making her mewl and beg to give her more and more still. However, even I had limits and when I felt her pump her load within me, I reached mine.

I came… inside her, I came with more power and need than I had ever done before, with more cargo than ever before. My balls were nearing seven feet wide each when she was shoved back into the pool, splashing into the roiling seas of thick herm cum I had dumped already. I howled and screamed, my cock thicker than myself, my nuts groaning so strongly I felt as if struggling through an earthquake. I barely had the energy or mental capacity to witness the chaos I was causing, the two feet wide cumshot that filled the pool within minutes, the roiling tides that splashed around me when it began to overflow. Windows shattered, furniture was washed away, trees uprooted, concrete scraped off the steel bars within and throughout it all I was an immovable island, kept still and firm by the same tankers that were causing all of the chaos around me. I came and came, oh so hard and oh so long, hours maybe? I couldn’t tell, I didn’t want to but I had the suspicion I’d not be the same once I stopped.