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“So… what are we going to do about Persephone?" Beth asked, when they'd finally been satisfied and managed to clean up the stables. Bill and Pholus were both aware of a constant undercurrent of need coming off of her, but it wasn't like they didn't feel the same from each other.

“What do you mean?" Bill asked., his brain still swimming from all the recent changes, and the amount of hormones in his objectively minutes old body.

“This is insane. My life is entirely different. I'm… like absurdly happy that I can be with you two, but I was planning on being a biologist. Nobody's going to take me seriously with blond hair and tits the size of udders."

Pholus nodded slowly, not really hearing over said udders.

“Good to see you got over your fear of women." Bill managed, nudging him.

Beth rolled her vibrant eyes and decided to ban all adjectives associated with her from her train of thought. A moment of staring at Bill's perfectly white teeth made her extend it to the three of them. Her libido shrugged; it was still going to have mains voltage running through it at all times. “Ok, so you two are running through the 12 labors of Hercules, guessing off the stable, the brass birds, and the girdle."

“Here it is, by the way." Pholus said, grabbing it off a hook in the wall. Beth automatically refastened it, sighing as her weight was redistributed.

“Thanks, but what other ones have you two gotten?" Beth asked.

“Hydra, Bull, Apples, Stable, Birds, Boar, and Girdle." Bill listed, and Beth winced.

“And… we're halfway through and you two are huge dicked supermodels with the only cow in the world large enough to take you? And we have the Mares left." She shivered at what that could imply.

“Mares, Lion, cattle, Cerberus, Hind." Bill confirmed.

“And what triggered all this again?"

Bill slapped his forehead and dragged his hand down, wrinkling his strong but delicate visage. “I asked for a lover who's dick was bigger than a centaur's."

“Hence you being a centaur because Pholus's dick needs to be bigger than that?" Beth asked.

Pholus grinned and nodded.

“What did you ask for?" She asked Pholus.

Pholus's grin shrank. “I wished for someone who would protect me, accept me for who I was, and appreciate me for all of me."

“So… both of those appear to be… fulfilled." She said, “Did you two tack on anything else?"

“I… like big muscles… so I brought up Hercules." Pholus said.

“So… that's the reasoning, you need to complete the 12 labors?"

“With a new time changing transformation for each one. And I swear they've been getting more extreme." Bill confirmed.

“Alright, so we probably want to try to avoid them?"

Pholus laughed a bit glumly. “She has a very broad interpretation of what the tasks mean."

“Ok, but let's try to approach this rationally. What could the Mares mean?" Beth asked, as Bill shifted his weight, causing his oversized stallionhood to come back into view.

“Hey, all this baby batter needs to go somewhere."

“You think so? That seems… a bit… like wrong? They're not… aware."

“Probably not, she hasn't had us do anything like… morally gross. Just weird and big." Pholus said.

“Having hundreds of kids would probably qualify as 'stealing away mares.'" Bill said. Pholus and Beth looked at each other, a tad tempted. Beth's nipples sending all the right signals up her spine as they pressed against the warm leather, while Pholus's cock extended a few inches.

“Is it wrong that I sort of find that hot? Like not with horses, but people who can realize what's happening." Pholus asked. “Like, you're already a stud..."

Bill rubbed his forehead. “You two want to talk about this over coffee or something? My brain is starting to hurt." He got to his feet, and walked out of the building, stark naked. Beth and Pholus looked at each other trying to figure out if this was a kink he'd been retconned with or if he was just fed up with everything. Beth finished latching her corset, while Pholus squeezed himself into his jockstrap and a tunic.

The dressage festival was partially done, so there were a few competitors hanging around the stables as they had fallen out. The sight of an 8 foot tall hunk definitely turned more than a few heads, and it just became greater as Pholus and Beth joined. “Man, we are not doing favors for anyone's self esteem." He murmured to Beth.

She nodded. “It feels like half my memories are of me reassuring friends that they're not worthless. Seriously, I got Mary-Sue'd so hard. Did you know I was the youngest cow-taur to ever win both a child beauty pageant and break 1000 kilos at the local weight lifting competition? And I think child beauty pageant are gross! Fucking retcon."

Pholus blushed. “Yep… because I remember meeting you at one of the pageant. I don't know why, but I remember meeting you there."

They both shuddered. “We need to get off this timeline as soon as possible." Bill agreed, opening the door for the other two. “We're close to the up-our-own-asses singularity, from which only bad ideas come."

“What's the plan?" Pholus asked, pouring the other two coffees. His newly improved metabolism frowned at him, offering more energy, but at this point it was for more for a semblance of normality rather than tempting yet another intrusive memory of being borderline worshiped in the shower.

“We need to figure out a change that affects a wider swath. Something that shifts it from 'Three supernaturally beautiful, kind, and strong sex gods appeared and were worshiped'." Bill said.

“Why the sudden push?" Beth asked. “You seemed to be more willing to go along with the flow."

“Then what was just happening to me and my best friend extended to you, and now it's causing serious mental harm to people around us. There's no way that we're 'solving' teenage inadequacy by being good friends. We need to trigger another change that affects a broader swatch of humanity, or gets us confined here just fucking. Either are fine by me."

“So… which one?" Pholus asked.

“I… don't know." Bill sighed. “I'd rather not just be stuck in a room, but if it was with you two, I can think of worse fates."

“And affecting so many people seems like a… recipe for unintended side effects. I'm not sure if I want to be the focus of a fertility cult or something." Beth said. “Either of you want milk? I'm feeling a tad full."

Pholus passed his mug towards Beth, and she added milk until it was nearly full, waiting for him to say stop. When she looked at him questioningly, he shrugged. “I like you a lot more than coffee."

Beth blushed and adjusted her corset again, trying not to preen too hard. She reached out with her hand and held Pholus's, already imagining what they'd do later that night. Judging by the sound of straining fabric underneath the table, Pholus was doing the same. And, from the small flock of confused looking horse girls that had been accumulating, they were going to be featuring in some fantasies.

Bill slammed his fist down on the table, breaking the spell. “Dammit, this is what I'm talking about. Beth, Pholus, I think I love you two. You are amazing and generous, and I've known you my entire life. And I also know you're both insecure weaklings who got lucky enough to be blessed to not be… that. Like me. And … that's a big deal, but… fuck… I don't know how much more I can take. Does the sound of a herd of hundreds seem amazing? Hell yeah. Endless pregnant bellies, huge spires between people's legs, people being milked, playing video games, working out, whatever. I really really want that. But… what it implies for so many people and what we know about each other and how we'd get there? I don't know. It's wrong."

The flock of interested horse girls had stared dispersing as his rant got louder and more intense.

“Bill..." Beth said, taking his hand.

“Who fucking cares? Either they'll remember and they'll find it hot after the next change or reality will be rewritten and it doesn't matter." He sighed and lay his head on the table. “Fuck, my body is telling me that I need to go work out, eat, fuck something, in that order. And I want to do all of it. But… why the fuck is something being imposed on me, despite it being literally what my brain is programmed to want to do, so fucking annoying?"

Pholus had been remarkably quiet, sitting there and drinking his milky coffee. “Alright… I think I might have a solution. This is Persephone having fun, right? We just need to reach the end in such a way that it's not fun for her."

Beth looked at him. “What do you mean?"

“She's a fertility goddess, or goddess of the harvest. Similar, depends on what specific cult you want to look at, We might be bountiful, but… bounty doesn't mean more. OK, it totally means more, but I have an idea there." Pholus pulled out his phone, browsing his contacts. “Beth, you're still friends with people studying biochem?"

“Yeah, I think so..." Beth trailed off, as Bill poured an entire pot of coffee down his throat. “Can you explain?"

Pholus grinned as he started making a few calls, grabbing his computer from his bag and booting up R.

***

“So, a major part of lion pack dynamics is the short reproductive age of male lions, they're only virile for 2-3 years. The females remain fertile for much much longer, which means that there's competition for the pride leader, despite the females being the ones that do everything." Pholus said.

“Alright…." Bill replied, a tad confused.

“And we're basically paragons of sexuality." Pholus continued.

“So?" Bill and Beth asked, after a few seconds of thought.

“Well, ever since we got phenomenal detection, I've been trying to see how much is 'us' versus people seeing us and wanting to tap it. And I grabbed Beth's friend from school to try a moderately unethical experiment." Pholus started smiling,

“Which is?"

“Our cum and milk versus Viagra."

“… excuse me?" Bill asked, confused and worried.

“Look, it's pretty simple, they've both been approved for human consumption, Beth's milk is a major part of the Stable's popularity as an ice cream place, while our cum is used as a food safe additive and thickener for a number of protein shakes."

“And you looked this up… when?"

Pholus scoffed. “You don't think a studding company would allow that much product to go down the drains, do you?" He thought back to some half forgotten negotiations. “Because we didn't agree for it to be used for having babies, since we were still in highschool. And dozens of our offspring are a lot harder to backwards justify than approval as a food additive, anyway."

“And?" Beth asked.

“I told your friend that this region has a statistically significant increase of children for people who are upper middle class and higher, namely those more likely to be involved in the Stable."

“… are you serious?" Bill asked. “I thought you said that dozens of kids was hard to justify."

Pholus sighed. “You two are way too trusting of reality as it appears. No, I did subgroup analysis until I found a K value of less than .05 and managed to backwards justify it as a connection to the Stable."

“And what does this have to do with lions?"

“Mate, if we can improve on Viagra, we've just become more bountiful without producing more bounty. It's seed going to waste in nursing homes, along with improving their cardiovascular health. We'd be beating the curse of the lions! It's a better metaphorical connection than some of the shit Persephone has pulled." Pholus said proudly.

Sarcastic clapping filled the room as the world froze. Bill groaned as a drop of coffee hung in midair rather than falling into his mouth. “Congrats. You managed to make people happy. Such a rebellious little mortal." Persephone said, appearing in a white lab coat, splattered in… issue. “Now rather than encouraging mortals your age to have sex and be fruitful, or even being fruitful among each other, you're the basis for a cure to age related ED and lack of sexual interest."

She sighed. “I preferred the other rebellious actions. It was funny when you stripped naked as soon as I appeared, just like back home. This? Sure, you're making people happy, but it's so… boring. There's no risk, no life." She stroked her chin. “Maybe that's the solution.. Not quite as… interesting, but… Oh well, let's see." She snapped her fingers, smirking over an undercurrent of annoyance. “Of course I could just break the theme, had a whole thing lined up where the pack dynamics shifted towards more of a lion's pride, everyone just jumping on Pholus's dick, but you do that anyway. Let's… lean into the new."

The now familiar world shift happened, Pholus and Bill wincing as burning lines traced their way through their balls, while Beth rubbed her suddenly aching chest. “Have fun!" Persephone said, fading from reality, until only her grin remained.

The world around Beth, Bill, and Pholus shifted a tad, the flock of interested horse riders blinked and walked off, and the room became more… comfortable. Beth and Bill were sitting in padded frames that helped support their bodies, rather than sitting on the ground. Pholus's chair had a large cutout for his balls. Along the wall was what looked like a buffet, while a TV screen displayed the results of recent tests on their production, recommending different foods from the buffet. There was a countdown for the three of them.

Pholus walked over, reflexively drinking from a bottle that had appeared in his hand. “Guess… it worked?" He said tentatively. “At least, it's just… us."

Beth blushed, happy that she was included in the group. Bill's stomach rumbled, and he headed over to the buffet, stocking up on foods that he wanted, strangely close to what the screen recommended, and grabbed a large protein shake. “So… what? We're human cattle?"

Pholus shrugged. “I guess, if you want to look at that way. The other way you can look at it is that we get to spend all day hanging out, working out, eating, and being paid for the privilege. It's like being sponsored as a body builder, except people will spend half the time staring at your dick rather than two thirds."

Bill cocked a smile. “Eh, there's worse jobs. Y'all want to get in a few rounds of Smash before the next milking?"

***

The stalls were a bit different. Larger, cleaner, more medical. The process was about the same, though the constant observation was a tad different. How… Pholus couldn't describe it as anything but intense, though not in the fun way. It was aimed at maximizing extraction, a job, not because they wanted relief or to be with each other. He could remember the difference between when they'd been hanging out, just draining each other because of their overproductive systems, when they could really just enjoy each other's presence and… you know… fuck because they liked each other. From the moment the lubed electrical stimulator had slipped between his experienced ass cheeks, to the moment the machine had dinged and he'd been allowed to leave, panting with the longest orgasm of his life… this just felt like work. Fun work, but work.

He laughed as he trudged down the hallway, Beth's breasts swinging, Bill's balls filling his view. He'd come a long long way from wishing he could actually cum, and he felt just as unsatisfied.

“Ugh… so why were they intent on draining us completely?" Bill asked.

Pholus thought back to his days back as a biopharm major. “Basically our fluids have a natural hormone that stimulates people's gonads. I may have happened upon it during our first orgy, and published a paper."

“And we all just happen to have it?" Beth asked, a bit grumpily. She'd gotten a bit annoyed at how much her breasts changed from before to after milking, and the girdle showed it off a tad too much. They were still well oversized for her torso, but the cups lifting and separating really didn't flatter her in the same way when she was this empty.

“You're asking if the stacked cowgirl, virile centaur, and most hung man ever are oversexed?" Pholus laughed. Beth perked up a bit. It was going to take a bit of time to get over some of the insecurities from two worlds ago, and every complement sent a tingle across her clit.

“Why do we need to do this anyway? Surely if you identified what hormone causes this effect, they can synthesize it?" Beth asked.

“Not necessarily with hormones. Even some forms of birth control come from natural sources, such as pregnant mares, because…. Well, life is complex. And doctors certainly don't give our stuff out without significant treatment and standardization procedures, but it really does depend on us. Which is why they want us to stick together and eat certain foods."

Bill grunted, annoyed but accepting. “Just feels like I'm a..." He trailed off as he glanced at Beth, her black and white fur stark against the grey chair

“Don't worry, I feel the same way too." She agreed with him. “Feels… weirdly good? Like, it's nice to know that people depend on me, even if it's for something as simple as what I'd do anyway. Speaking of which, why don't I have an udder? You've laid underneath my crotch often enough, playing with everything down there." Beth asked Pholus.

Pholus coughed, and answered.

***

The three weren't allowed alcohol. Normally the constant stream of orgasms, even if they were mostly to her clit and with electrostimulation, didn't make Beth regret it that much, but she really really wanted a stiff drink right about now. “What the fuck do you mean that I can't have sex?"

“The doctors are 95% sure that you'd be able to take birth control without affecting your hormonal makeup." Pholus began.

Bill finished, “The FDA doesn't really care."

Beth stared at her plate of food. She could remember all the pasts she'd been through. In 3/4ths of them, Bill and Pholus were friends, outside the borders of acceptable sex. Extremely interested, the reason why she'd bought certain items off of certain online stores, loosening herself up just in case, even if she could never take them for real, but she'd finally been able to be stuffed with their meat, completely delirious with pleasure due to their thickenesses and caring touch. Now, she had an entire memory of being sexually satisfied by some of her best friends, and it had been torn away. And dildos cast on their exact dimensions absolutely didn't help in the slightest. She remembered the sheer joy it was losing her virginity was on the night she got the corset still wrapping her torso.

Bill and Pholus had shifted from their normal places, hugging her closely. Her hormones were in overdrive from their proximity, their scents, knowing that they were right there, willing to fuck her until she couldn't move, but unable to because she could get pregnant. And there wasn't a condom yet designed to hold back their loads. They'd tried, but… Persephone had gotten her revenge a bit. The moment Pholus or Bill started, their loads literally became supernatural. It was the current topic of three research papers, one in biology, one in chemistry, and a physics paper related to a novel space propulsion design, though practical experimentation had been ruled out by three different ethics boards. And the email chain of trying to book a vomit comet to test the effects of cumming in orbit was still plastered on multiple cubicles at NASA.

“And if I got pregnant?" Beth asked, edging into semi-worn ground.

Bill responded. “You're protected by law. You could get pregnant, develop an udder, and then we'd be able to fuck you as much as you'd want. And the doctors, FDA, and the AARP could shove it. Even before our tests on whether or not the hormone cocktail is biologically interchangeable." He'd been going for pre-law when Pholus's paper had attracted the attention of a couple pharmaceutical companies. After that, it'd been a bit harder to get internships when it was public knowledge that his cum could potentially brainwash a judge into supporting his argument in return for a quickie in their chambers. Turns out that “A better Viagra" makes for great human interest stories online and in print, even in prepub form.

Beth groaned, letting her face fall into her mashed potatoes. “And one of the Herculean tasks involved stealing a herd of cattle. Which probably means our kids." She said, ignoring the gravy in her hair.

***

Bill and Pholus had done their best, but a fisting isn't the same as a two foot cock cumming right against a cervix, as way too many memories showed. And every time they'd tired coitus interruptus, it had been a literal thrust before they'd painted Beth's back and the wall behind her in cum. It'd gotten to the point that the doctors supervising the extraction had started devising tools to extract based on quickly placing a tube over their dicks, but Beth had put her hoof down. She wasn't turning her ongoing sexual dissatisfaction into a profit making opportunity.

“Fuck it." She said, one day on the way back from a milking session, her crotch blazing as she stared at Bill's balls swaying and Pholus's dick and balls tucked between his legs. The other two looked back, confused. “There's nobody else I'd want to have kids with. Ever. Flat out. You two are my best friends, and we've been together long enough. I don't care. Fuck me pregnant."

Beth would have laughed at how quickly their dicks had hardened if it wasn't for how horny she was, Persephone's magic giving them a ninth wind just to rub it in. Beth blushed as she saw their dick lengthen and lengthen. It… really wasn't often she saw them at full hardness given their… jobs. She could hear them shout and moan, but that was behind a barrier. She mostly depended on memory, and she could have sworn they'd just gotten more impressive from that point.

Pholus licked his lips, swallowing. “You sure? We don't need to give in. We can find an alternative..."

Beth laughed. “Sure. But all the methods you've thought of involve Bill fucking a herd of horses."

Bill neighed, then frowned, annoyed at his new expression of annoyance. “I'll do it if it means you don't need to have a kid."

“But… in any other situation… I'd love to have a kid with you two. You're amazing. I… I love you two. You're my everything. It's Persephone and my stubbornness saying no, not you two..." She said walking up to them and pulling them close. That was a bit of a mistake. She could smell their musk, and it was reaching right down to her crotch. She could feel her slit opening, begging to be filled. She wanted them, she could remember years together. She could remember spending time with them, doing everything, just relaxed as they filled her, casually enjoying it because nothing felt more fulfilling. And if Persephone wanted them to have a herd together… well, she could imagine a worse fate. Especially if it meant that she wasn't this fucking frustrated, even if her boobs were empty.

Pholus took a deep breath. “How do you want it?"

Beth started outlining a pretty simple fantasy that had been dominating her senses since she started this timeline.

***

“This feels a tad…. Direct?" Bill said, forelegs over a breeding bar. Pholus nodded beneath him, cocks pressed together.

“Look, I've had you in both holes. I've never had both of you in a hole." Beth said.

That was totally true. They wouldn't have fit back then. Beth had spent a lot of time slowly working herself up to try to fit way too much back there, trying to alleviate the need she experienced every time she saw them thrusting into the fuck-sleeves they used multiple times a day. In a way it was… really awful, seeing them like that. In another, well… they all loved each other's smells, and trying to do it on their own reduced output by nearly a third so… there had been a lot of kissing and groping, after they'd gotten the systems a bit more flexible.

But also…. It just felt fucking amazing being stretched just beyond what she could normally take. She loved feeling a burn in her holes, two massive dildos or plugs slowly forcing her muscles to gap well beyond what nature had ever intended, but what Bill and Pholus possessed, the knowledge that her body was literally made for them, just as Bill's ass was the only other thing that could take Pholus's huge throbbing shaft.

Beth squirmed against her milking harness, the suction cups running at well below capacity, her tail flicking back and forth as the motorized cart drew her two lover closer and closer.

She felt a pair of hands grab her ass, then another pair of hands join them and she moaned loudly, the pumps working aggressively to keep up. And that had just been their touch.

It was seconds later, but felt like days before she felt the first of their massive throbbing heads. Of course it was Pholus, ever since she'd heard about this stupid prayer, she been satisfied that he would always be the bigger man in the relationship, but it was barely before his head had slipped in that the broad flat stallionhood of Bill was pressing against her dripping slit. At one time, she may have considered a few inches enough to ruin a relationship, but… fuck, that was totally irrelevant against the feet of cock both of them had. She pushed back, trying to force the two inside, but was thwarted at the sheer diameter. It wasn't something that she could easily handle at the best of times. The dildos they'd commissioned for her birthday were… undersized almost? Maybe not quite as inflated as they could be. Either way, she felt that delicious spread, more powerful even when she'd managed to fit a third toy into the mix, that absolute joy that she was broken for any man, horse, or dildo, tied to the biggest, most muscular, virile men in the entire w-

That was enough, just that knowledge. She came. She felt the build and crash peak, with her lovers barely halfway inside, her nipples absolutely spraying milk as Persephone's curse hit with full vengeance, overwhelming the suction until it dripped onto the ground, too much milk for even custom designed overengineered systems to handle. She saw sparks, felt pleasure radiate up her spine, as she collapsed against the bounds holding her in place. Whatever euphemism she tried wasn't going to encompass the level of pure rightness, joy, she felt knowing that her best friends and now lovers were able to give her. The only thing that could drive her higher was the feeling of a sea of cum filling her needy cunt.

Then it all disappeared.

“Fuck you you bitch ass motherfucking cunt!" She screamed, even the afterglow stolen by the figure sitting on a horn of plenty, her juices dripping off the textured surface. “You knew what I wanted!"

Persephone smirked, her nipples pressing against her wrappings that pretended to be a toga. “Of course, but I'm not about to end this here. Kids add too much drama. But… let's say that oh… the FDA was slightly less stuck up, or you decided to artificially induce lactation. I know your dad would have been a fan for you mastering your body like that. But… whatever it is, now you've been exposed to progesterone, and the paper says that the outcome is the same, so… let's have some fun. I imagine that Pholus and Bill would probably love a slightly more hyperactive pair of balls, I know your indirect clients will. And that just adds to the deliciousness of it. You barely make it through your virginity not pregnant. You induce lactation, trying to get a bit more feeling out of the sheer virility of your boy toys, and now… now you're stuck with it. Knowing that the moment that you're off hormones, you're going to be pregnant."

Persephone's grin faded into a sneer. “You're all mine. You don't have any freedom here. And it's high time you realized it. Be thankful that you're not 19 and pregnant, trying to explain why your life is as fucked up as it is. I expect a little more cooperation for the rest."

Persephone slowly faded, the world mostly remaining the same. The three looked at each other, their supernatural libidos the only thing keeping this vaguely hot, when the change hit. For Beth, it was pressure in her… udder. She knew she had four nipples down there, Pholus had sucked them enough, but… feeling them press out, growing from buds into sausages, to almost dick sized lengths, memories of laying on her back as Bill and Pholus stroked them, sending shivers up her spine, as she played with herself, enjoying their company, as it shifted from merely comfortable to exploratory and sexual, seeing what they could do with their unique bodies… She'd tried to convince them to join her, but when they'd talked with a doctor they'd learned that their bodies produced too many male hormones. Even huge dosages would just… encourage their balls to swell. Which ended up happening, as one fun lecture from Bill's absurdly uncomfortable mom had demonstrated, when the two had flooded out the bathroom, warping the floorboards, leaving the two of them forced to walk with bowling ball sized 'nads. Then the next growth spurt had pushed them past that point, leaving Pholus barely able to walk as his entire reproductive system swelled even further. They'd needed to replace the pipes twice, and the smell of cum in the garden had taken weeks to go away. Even regular milkings at the horse track hadn't done much.

Bill and Pholus lost it when their balls touched, then firmly pressed against each other. They unleashed, pouring mixed cum into Beth, barely halfway in. There was maybe five seconds worth of panting, confused, desperation as their bodies paused, their minds overwhelmed. Then the next wave hit.

Pholus and Bill could feel their cum regenerating, getting hotter, as it slowly pushed backwards towards their balls, new larger tubes growing, new glands developing, strange twisted passages building in their pelvises and balls, delivering new hormones and effects, slowly mutating to the point that any kid would be equally virile and fertile once puberty hit like a truck. Then what that implied hit like a brick wall of cum and shared love.

Beth screamed, her breasts swelling as new hormones crashed into her system, encouraged by her self exploration of semi-legal chemicals, seeking for that much more joy. She could remember people making fun of the time that she'd made a presentation while her milk filled tits slowly turned her sweatshirt dark, the nipples on her breasts growing until she could hold them with her hands, leaving her moaning in the shower as she milked them until they ached. The memory of rubbing her lower four against her bed until she was a overwhelmed wreck at home, the sheer joy of the wet spots when she woke up and felt pressure, a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment as she needed to ask for another four milkers at the Stable. Bill and Pholus delighting in figuring out what they could do.

It was getting increasingly hard to remember anything that they did that wasn't sexually tinged. But it wasn't like they really cared when Bill and Pholus shouted their need and slammed forward, eagerly thrusting against each other, inside Beth, aching to reach her womb and fill it. Her tight tunnel, the familiar sensation of their dicks pressed against each other, stroking eagerly, it was… nothing other than bliss.

The trio felt complete, exactly as they should be, rutting each other like animals as their bodies and libidos roared their approval, Beth one cumshot away from being bloated by calf.

They came again. This time Beth clamped down, trying to welcome as much cum as she could, the hot liquid sending shivers up her spine, each spurt a tiny orgasm against the backdrop of bliss that was being turned into a cock sleeve for the largest guys in the world. After that orgasm, Bill and Pholus fell out of sync, thrusting on their own, borderline delirious by the sensation.

It was a long, wet night, and it continued, though just reflexively until the next morning, when the doctors walked in and sighed at the wasted product. Bill was balls deep, kissing and fondling Beth, Pholus completely submerged in their musk, still on the bench, cock and thighs glazed in cum. Beth was mostly passed out, her holes stretched until a bodybuilder could fist it without touching the sides, her nipples and udder properly drained for the first time in what felt like years. Beth murmured into Bill's ear. “I really really love you two." And gave him a kiss. Her thighs squeezed Pholus. Judging by his happy groan, he felt the same.