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Climaxes - 1

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Scrolling on my phone, I smile at the selfie I just sent. My girlish body works perfect for thirst traps; wearing the gothic dress that makes it almost look like I have breasts, plus some little horns and a tail plug is perfect for getting people~

Shuddering a bit at the feeling of the tail moving about in my ass, I silently am grateful for the ring I have at the base of my cock, making sure I can't cum. See, it moves about using my ass as an anchor, so sometimes it'll push down against my prostate to lift up, and instead of cumming and making a white sticky mess on the floor and giving away I'm a femboy and not a woman, I just keep myself blocked up with the ring.

And, well, today, I'm also using a plug. A long thin toy that reaches all the way into my cock, down to my prostate where it keeps me perfectly sealed. It's like a string of anal beads to be honest, and it makes it feel way better.

'I'm such a pervert, doing this every day. But hey, not my fault people pay good money to see me like this, and the blush it makes on me adds to the appeal.'

Even my mask with a smug mouth that has a fang on one side like a tsundere is perfect for the fit. I look like a slutty vampire who's never touched a cock before, not a femboy who's a complete slut for sex toys~

Hearing the train doors open, I look up, seeing a pack of wolves walk on ahead of me. My eyes are instantly glued to them; the big tits jiggling as they walk, said chest above my head, they're huge. I think they're bigger than my head, and so perky I can see their nipples through their matching rock band shirts.

Their pants are stretched thin on their thick, fluffy legs. Paws are bare, but the actual thighs have holes torn into them, letting me even see their panties on one of them, and the other my eyes lock onto a red cock visible through a hole.

Shuddering at the clearly thicker than my arm cock, I focus on the last one's ass as she enters the train, jiggling and bouncing with each step, and a fluffy tail that seems to almost be beckoning me closer.

The loud beep of the train preparing to leave knocks me out of my stupor, racing to get aboard with a newly throbbing cock desperate to cum.

Each step digs the buttplug into my prostate, my girly moans in my breath audible but I can't be bothered to care if people hear. As I step aboard I- feel something snag my tail, and spinning around I see it's caught on the edge of the door. I try to yank it free, only for the train to move and the spaded tip gets caught outside on some other object, yanking it free of my ass with a loud pop and a scream of pleasure.

Eyes are on me as I spasm and twitch, dropping against a wall in just how sudden that was, my asshole twitching and my prostate throbbing from how much force it was just hit with.

A pair of arms suddenly wrap around me, lifting me up into a hug, fluffy and soft. My head is buried into a pair of huge tits, completely buried, leaving me only barely able to see out of them and see two other wolves looking at me with hungry maws.

My throbbing cock twitches at it, feeling one of them looking at it as if staring holes through my skirt. "Such a messy little boy~"

"I-I'm-" "We know exactly who you are, and we can smell how you've been lying to your fans~" Fear races through my body, before she sits down with me on her lap, my dress being hiked up so my bare ass is sitting against her bare fluffy thighs… and, despite how thick and pillowy they are, I can also feel the rock hard red rocket rubbing between my ass cheeks.

"W-what do you-" "Oh, we don't want anything dear~ All we want is a bit of help, in exchange for helping hide your little secret from the world~ nobody will see you, we'll completely hide you and nobody will know you as the one with a buttplug in the middle of public, if you'll simply help us out with our heat~" Her voice is deep and commanding. Not in the sense of force, but in a gentle command telling me it's really the best idea.

Shuddering and rubbing my ass on her cock, I feel just how thick it is. It's like my shoulder in thickness, let alone the knot, she'll split me in half. I…

"Well? I can't hold on forever, and every minute you're here…" I feel it throb harshly, pre-cum spurting up my neck.

I…

The other two are watching us hungrily, their cocks visible up their shirts and making a bulge up to their tits. I'll be stuffed by all of them in public on this train if I accept…

"S-sure."

Giggling, she nods and lifts me up, pressing her tip against my ass. It doesn't feel as thick as I thought with just that tapered end. Still as thick as my cock at the thinnest point though.

Her maw leans in close to my ear, licking it slowly as she lets my weight settle on her cock. It's so thick I only go an inch down before it goes from as thick as my cock, to as thick as my shoulder, exactly like I thought it'd be. It's emasculating!

The pre, it's so much and so thick I can already feel and see my stomach bloating out. It's crazy impressive- like a gallon already has been dumped into me to make me look pregnant as a man!

"Too slow, need to hide it all~"

"W-wai-urk!" She yanks me down by the hips, my fat ass meeting her knot with a wet slap.

My stomach visibly bulges out with the shape of her cock, the midriff of my dress tearing to reveal my pale stomach distended out, and rapidly being stuffed by thick wolf cum like a condom.

Prostate being crushed into a small pinched grape between her cock and my cock-plug, I fail to cum over and over. It feels like I'm being milked, but my balls just keep swelling while I grow more sensitive, unable to do a thing as my stomach looks like someone shoved a beach ball into it.

The next sister joins in, lifting my legs up before sitting on the seat beneath me like she's scissoring the other wolf, pressing her tip against my ass and the other cock, it being just as big. My eyes widen, shaking my head. "N-nooo~ I-it'll break mE?!"

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OC is by Marshmallow-Pone/VaniThePone

M/M explicit short between a huge cis male alien superhero and a trans man supervillain with whole-body elasticity. 4.2k. Silly and light in humour, but extreme on the porn! Featuring pheromones (mildly dubious consent for this, but both parties use pheromones to get their way, and are enthusiastically into it), come inflation, huge size difference, unrealistic sex, alien dicks, prodigious amounts of come, dom/sub, mild corporal punishment, undernegotiated kink, rough sex, objectification, dirty talk.

Enjoy!

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Glory didn’t often work with Silver.

Captain Silver was a native to the planet of Earth, but for all this, he was an honourable sort. Very strong, by earthling standards, even amongst the mutated humans of which he was among the ranks, and strong enough to go toe to toe with Glory or any of his brothers-in-arms, when the time came that they should battle together.

Glory liked him, after a fashion.

Silver was honourable, strong, a fine warrior, and he was a scrupulous and ethical man — but there was such a thing, Glory had come to find in his time as a member of Earth’s protectorate, as too many scruples, and too much focus on them.

The incident had occurred over the city of Seattle, too complex in its motivations to be brushed off as mere terrorism: The Poison, an enemy combatant from a planet some ways off, had corrupted the tall rod of one of the city’s buildings into a radio tower of sorts, the better to begin corrupting all nearby devices to his purposes.

The battle itself had not been one for the ages — Silver and Glory had overcome the few hundred men who had been employed as security and insurance for the Poison’s scheme with ease, and the Poison himself Glory had apprehended, binding him in the magical ropes he had trained with ever since he was but a boy on Findel, so many lightyears away from this strange and enticing planet, and they were waiting for the authorities to bring a transport along, that they might bring their captives to be subjected to what amounted to this planet’s law and order.

Silver was as yet distracted.

Glory found him still upon wide platform on the top of the building, where a helipad was painted, and more than that, there were the Poison’s frequency generators still to be disassembled, but Captain Silver was not waving down aircraft, and nor had he begun this disassembly.

The Poison’s second of the day, a younger mutant by the name of Demonic Dominic — Glory found this to be a very humorous name, and had made note of it in news and radio transmissions, although he had never faced the man before today — was stepping about Silver. There was something playful in his movements, and although Silver appeared to be angry and impatient, his sun-kissed cheeks had turned from their ordinary pale brown to a warmer, redder colour; his arms were crossed very tightly over his chest, and he was scowling deeply.

The young demon was dancing upon his feet, and Glory came up behind him, frowning with curiosity as he looked between them.

“Oh, Captain, are you frightened to touch me?” asked Dominic in a warm purr — he was not yet thirty, and Glory was distantly aware that he was the son of some prominent mutated Earthling, one who headed an organisation that connected non-super mutants with various resources and services. His son, of course, was more interested in drumming up the prejudice his father attempted to combat than in aiding his sire in his work. “So frightened after our last time together, hm? That perhaps my lips will brush yours, that perhaps once again, you will find yourself driven so mad with desire that you — ”

“Don’t touch me, Dominic,” growled the captain, his cheeks burning a brighter, blushing red. “Stand still, and let me cuff you.”

“You want to cuff me?” asked Dominic sweetly. He was a curious creature, slim and wiry, and although he and Captain Silver had little difference in their heights, it would be visible to even an amateur that Silver could match his strength with no effort whatsoever.

Glory knew of his powers — Dominic was a shapeshifter, his flesh, his muscles, even his bones bending one way and the next whenever he pleased to bend them so, and Glory had heard of his reputation from other heroes upon Earth. He proved very difficult to meaningfully imprison — even Glory’s brother, Justice, had bound him in the rope of their people, and Dominic had shrunk to nothing until they didn’t touch him, and fled with ease.

More than that, he was a provocateur, and a handsome one: his flesh was a pale and unnatural white, more akin to processed marble than to skin, even with the natural colouring of marble itself moving over the tendons and lines of Dominic’s body. Punching him could be like marble, and this was the skin-armour he often favoured in battle, but he went beyond shapeshifting.

Glory could smell upon the air the delicate pheromone that the young man exuded, and he could smell, too, Silver’s reluctant interest in the desire his opponent produced in him, though Silver was stifling his arousal.

He seemed ashamed of it, curiously.

Silver was a fine warrior on the field of battle, but he drank no ales, and from what Glory had come to understand, he fucked almost exclusively in private bedchambers with polite women. To be shy was one thing, but Silver was near repressed.

“Should I call your father?” asked Captain Silver, arching his eyebrows.

“Do you want to call my father?” replied Dominic immediately, undeterred, and Glory almost chuckled at the disappointment showing in Silver’s face, that his gambit had struck no effect whatsoever. “Would that please you, Captain? Such a big, strong man as yourself, with those handsome muscles, those marvellous pectorals — are you going to put me on my knees, truss me up in steel rope and handcuffs? Will it make your cock hard, when you have me bound, and my father — ”

Glory’s hand landed hard against Dominic’s arse. It made a wonderful sound, unexpected as the blow fell, a loud clap, and Dominic gasped in surprise, whirling to look at Glory. Glory was unaffected by the pheromones he exuded, for they were nothing in comparison to those the Findelians had as a matter of course.

Dominic looked Glory up and down, looking torn between excited at a new opponent and disappointed at being so interrupted. “Who might you be?” he asked. “A Findelian warrior — which one are you, Happy, Dopey, Sneezy, or — ungh — ”

In one hand, Glory gripped very tightly at Dominic’s thick, blond cloud of handsome hair, and he ground the heel of his other hand against Dominic’s fat little cock, little more than a morsel, through the dark gold of his suit. He whimpered as Glory ground the heel of his hand down against it, sliding two fingers up against the opening of Dominic’s cunt through his suit.

Beside him, Silver looked beyond scandalised.

“You are going to be quiet,” said Glory in a low, cold voice, and almost laughed at the way the young villain’s pupils dilated at the wave of Glory’s pheromones washing over him, his thighs spreading slightly apart, his lips parting. “You are going to shut up, child, and you are going to remain shut up until you are in a holding cell alongside your day’s companions. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” said Dominic breathlessly.

“Sir Glory,” hissed Captain Silver. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

“Apprehending him,” said Glory, hauling the young man by his hair and chuckling at the way he stumbled, bent half over as they went toward the stairs, Silver in pursuit. “Were you going to let him lead that dance all day?”

“He’s — He’s hard to deal with,” muttered Silver. “Not everyone is comfortable playing a BDSM game with every other supervillain he meets.”

“Lucky for you that the two of us are allied this day, then,” said Glory cheerfully, and laughed a booming laugh as they descended to the levels below.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Glory sat back in a chair with his knees spread apart, Captain Silver sitting at the other side of the table from him. Glory didn’t care for all the paperwork and bureaucracy this superhero business came in, but he was frequently informed it was a vital part of his service to the protectorate, and Silver particularly was very focused on its necessity.

He was less comfortable than Glory ordinarily expected of him, though. Where Glory comfortably sat back in his seat, Silver was sitting up very straight, his jaw set, and he was looking across the room.

Through the observation window, into the room below, they could see the different henchmen being processed by Seattle’s law enforcement, taking their fingerprints, noting statements from them, dispatching them into various holding cells.

“Uh, sir,” said one of the enforcers, hovering in front of him and Silver. “Sir Glory?”

“You’re ready for us already?” asked Glory, raising an eyebrow. “Your commander isn’t still processing the Poison?”

“Oh, uh, no, we’re not ready for your statements yet, Sir Glory, no. I just wanted to check, um, if you want us to take… him?”

The enforcer glanced down at Dominic almost as if he was frightened to look at him for too long, and Glory followed his gaze. Dominic was on the floor with his arms bound behind his back and looped against his ankles, his knees slightly spread apart beneath him.

His cheek was rested against Glory’s thigh, and Glory had been idly winding his hair around his fingers, gripping and tugging at it, watching the way it made him relax whenever he pulled sufficiently hard.

“You finished processing all the henchmen yet?” asked Glory, nodding down to the other room. “You nearly done?”

“Er, well, no, but we can — ”

“I’ll keep him here ’til you’re done with them.”

The enforcer looked from Glory to Captain Silver, as though he were hoping Silver would overrule him, but Silver was just as uncomfortable as the enforcer was.

“On his… knees, sir?” asked the enforcer.

“He’s being quiet, and he’s staying still,” said Glory. “As soon as I hand him over to you, he’ll stop being so well-behaved.”

The enforcer stepped away from them, and Captain Silver looked down at Dominic. He was starting to get impatient, Glory could see, but that wasn’t because Glory’s chemical profile was wearing off on him. He had a strong sense of self, of his own desires, and honestly, Glory and the other Findelians didn’t use their pheromones to control people or to provoke them, like Dominic used his.

Their purpose was to heighten feeling.

“You jealous?” asked Dominic, addressing Captain Silver instead of Glory. “Do you wish you could have me bound as he has bound me? Does the thought make your skin hot under that sui — ”

Dominic choked as Glory slid two fingers into his mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue, hard enough that he couldn’t talk any longer.

“Glory,” said Silver lowly.

“What?” he retorted. “He’s quiet, isn’t he? You want to listen to him keep provoking you like that? You fuck him before?”

“No,” muttered Silver, running his hand through his hair. “He kissed me, that’s all, until I pinned him down and — Stopped him. Doesn’t his… effect have a hold on you?”

“No,” said Glory, sliding his fingers further forward and feeling Dominic’s throat clench around them. Dominic’s eyes were watering, and he made an eager, needy sound at the base of his throat, but he didn’t struggle or attempt to pull away. When Glory crooked his fingers slightly, widening them to see how much give there was in Dominic’s elastic throat, he moaned softly. “He’s the son of President Knight, isn’t he? Is he like him?”

“Nothing like him,” said Captain Silver. “President Knight is cool, calm, collected. Reasonable. He’s a keen philosopher and a political activist, lobbies particularly for rights and accommodations — not just for mutated people, for everybody. Dominic here, on the other hand, is a dropout who couldn’t finish his engineering degree, and a slut.”

Dominic shifted on the floor, and Glory scowled, pressing down harder with his fingers: at the same time, he rested the heavy weight of his boot between the young man’s legs, and Dominic choked out a moan.

“You don’t exactly seem to be discouraging him,” muttered Silver.

“Perhaps he wasn’t meant for engineering,” said Glory in mild tones. “If he’s meant to be a slut by occupation, who are we to deny his nature?” He pressed harder, and Dominic gasped around his fingers, grinding up against Glory’s boot. Glory hadn’t pumped out another dose in a little while, because he hadn’t really needed it, but if he was this eager even without the assistance of pheromones, it seemed worth plying their effect on top.

Dominic’s nostrils flared, his pupils dilating, and Glory let him grind against his foot a few more times before he withdrew it, chuckling at the noise of loss he let out.

“Jesus Christ,” muttered Silver. “Is this what it’s like on your home planet?”

“Not for everybody,” said Glory idly. “But this seems to be his calling.”

* * * * *

Dominic didn’t know how long he’d been waiting at Glory’s feet when one of the enforcers finally came along to try to take him again. Silver had already gone, walked off to enter his report, and Glory had given his over Dominic’s head.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but the past few times you’ve taken him into your custody, this young man’s gotten out within the hour.”

“Well, Sir Glory, that’s really not your concern. I can assure you we will apprehend him to the best of our ability until — ”

“Seems as if I’m better equipped to apprehend him,” said Glory, and Dominic almost moaned just at that, swallowing around Glory’s huge, strong fingers resting down his throat. “I bet that more than apprehend him, I can make sure he doesn’t do anything like this ever again. I expect I could even get a polite apology from you, couldn’t I, sweetheart?”

Dominic whimpers around his fingers, doesn’t even try to talk, just nods his head — he’d been horny before, always was when he was working with the Poison because the Poison flirted and touched freely, but Glory’s Findelian allure was fucking mindblowing, and he wanted to drown in it.

“I don’t know that that’s exactly ethical, Sir Glory,” said one of the enforcers. “We can’t just hand him over to you so that you can take him home and fuck him.”

“Would you rather I fuck him here?” asked Glory, and Dominic moaned. “I’m taking him. Seems I know better what to do with him than you people do, anyway.”

It was a blur, thrown over Glory’s huge, blue alien shoulder and taken… elsewhere. Glory was ridiculously big, two or three times as big as the average human, even compared to the likes of Captain Silver and the other heroes, and Dominic couldn’t help but shudder as he thought about it.

The Findelians were —

Big.

They were more than big: they were strong and virile and…

This was, undeniably, a better way to spend the afternoon than flirting with whoever he shared a containment cell with, or eluding whatever enforcement squad chased after him until he could settle somewhere for a drink.

Glory’s residence was somewhere in the side of a mountain, and inside it was warm and plush and comfortable, with huge, wide sofas and lounging areas, wide glass windows, a big TV screen with a few games consoles attached…

“You know,” said Glory as he set Dominic on his feet, pulling the rope out from where it was binding his wrists, “a lot of humans, even mutated ones, couldn’t survive taking a Findelian cock. You people are so… puny, and so prone to coming apart at the slightest pressure.”

Dominic swallowed, standing up straight, and he exhaled as Glory pressed on his body, examining him with interest. He pushed Dominic’s shoulders back, feeling the way they bent backwards, the way that they could fold in on themselves if Dominic wanted them to, and then he pressed his huge, blue hands over Dominic’s torso, pressed on the organs through the surface of his belly.

“Puny as I might be,” said Dominic, “I don’t come apart for anything.”

“Mmm,” hummed Glory, the sound low and resonant and coming from deep in his huge, barrel chest. “I see that.”

“You do, don’t you?” asked Dominic, pulling down the zip of his tunic, and Glory didn’t show any interest in looking for the other fastenings on his suit. He wrenched it open, the fabric tearing, and Dominic gasped. “I can more than survi — ”

“Hush, boy,” said Glory, tearing the rest of the tunic aside and throwing it away, and Dominic swallowed as he was left naked. There was a prickling fear running over his skin, and his cock was hard, his cunt wet and throbbing — of course, all of that had been true for the past hour, but it seemed a lot more urgent when he could see the frankly terrifying (and delectable) column of Glory’s gargantuan cock through his breeches. “I believe you still need to be punished for your hand in today’s occurrences?”

“Going to spank me?” asked Dominic, and then cried out when Glory backhanded him across the face. He didn’t do it very hard, but the slap made his cheek burn with wonderful heat.

“I will gag you if I need to,” said Glory. “But I would rather hear you moan. Going to behave?”

“Yes, sir,” said Dominic breathlessly.

“Good,” said Glory, and shoved him backwards, not over one of the couches, but over a table, and then he slid four of his obscenely huge, alien fingers directly into Dominic’s cunt.

Dominic cried out at the sudden invasion, feeling himself stretch, but Glory didn’t even hesitate, curiously scissoring his fingers apart, and Dominic thought it might be a precursor to preparation, but then Glory undid his breeches, and let his cock fall against Dominic’s stomach.

Dominic, unable to breathe, stared at it — or, more accurately, felt it.

It was heavy. It was very, very heavy, thicker than his thigh and about as long, resting at the midline of his torso. The bright blue flesh of it tingled where it touched Dominic’s skin, and it had a tapered head, nodules all over its shaft, and a flared base with ridges that looked as though they would expand, once they were…

“That’s not going to fit,” said Dominic breathlessly.

“Of course it will,” said Glory, lining the tapered tip up against Dominic’s cock, the wetness of his alien skin leaving more tingling sensitivity on the inside of Dominic’s forced-open cunt, and he whimpered at the sensation, at the way it sent throbbing, electric thrills up his spine, made his hips twitch and jump, made his cock twitch. “You stretch, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I’ve never — ” Dominic cut himself off by wailing.

Glory didn’t stop to wait for more of a response from him, didn’t linger on his pause to see if Dominic would explain: he thrust his hips forward in one harsh, sudden movement, filling Dominic up in one motion. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only stare, paralysed with arousal and need and painful ecstasy, at the way his belly bowed out at the fat, alien cock piercing him open. It hurt. It was a wonderful hurt but it did hurt, throbbing pleasure burning in his veins and up from his cunt, and he could feel the painful stretch of his cunt around the shaft, but he bore down, grinding down against it.

His eyes were watering as Glory pulled his hips back and then slammed them home again, and Dominic cried out, because the nodules on Glory’s cock were dragging and pulling at his insides, dragging over them in a way that made him squirm and hiccough and lose his fucking mind, and that was before Glory did —

Whatever it was he’d been doing all day, let out his pheromones, and suddenly Dominic’s brain was reduced to nothing more than the haze of pleasure of the cock pounding his organs into nothing.

He squirmed and scrambled on the table, moving just for the sake of moving without trying for a moment to pull away, as Glory thrust inside him, feeling as though he were trying to core him like an apple, and Dominic sobbed, gasped, at the way his stomach bulged and moved to take him, the whole of Glory’s cock showing when he was thrust to base as though Dominic were little more than rubber.

And his cock was wet.

The slick that came off of Glory’s alien cock was sublimely wet inside him, and the whole of the world had narrowed down to it as it pierced him open, narrowed down to the cloud of pleasure that Dominic was wrapped in with himself impaled on Glory’s cock, and then the spines spread out, locking Glory’s cock inside his cunt, and Dominic howled.

“You can’t be — you can’t be, ah, ah, ah, serious, fuck, fuck — ”

“How could I be anything but serious?” replied Glory, sounding put together and utterly cheerful as another huge pump of thick, slick heat that burst from the tip of Glory’s cock, and Dominic whined as he watched the way his stomach bulged with it, and didn’t go flat again.

He knew that Glory had to be buried somewhere past his cervix, the head of his cock shoved into Dominic’s womb, and no, it wasn’t as painful as it would have been for someone else, but why should it be? His body was flexible, it could take things other people’s bodies couldn’t, and yet when a few more pumps of thick, hot, alien come were thrust into him, Dominic felt his jaw drop, and he stared with horror and painful arousal and impossible pleasure at the way his belly ballooned under the onslaught.

“Very good,” said Glory, pressing on the bloated curve of his stomach with his huge hands. “I thought you would be a suitable cocksleeve when first I laid eyes on you — I see now that you are more than.”

“Cocksleeve?” repeated Dominic, light-headed.

“This is an ideal occupation for you, as I advised the Captain,” said Glory confidently, and Dominic felt hot and light-headed, knowing that he should probably protest, say something about freedom or liberty or his human rights, but none of that really seemed enticing when Glory’s cock had made him look eight months pregnant in a little less than ten minutes, when Dominic was so full of cock and come he almost thought he might burst, and Glory was shoving up his belly — and God, God, it hurt, but it was wonderful — to grab and pull at his cock. The electric throb was unspeakable, and Dominic sobbed at the weight of the sensation. “You have shown you cannot be trusted to use your mutation for good or for evil — it is my responsibility, then, to put you to better purpose, isn’t it? You fit my cock so well — and it’s plain that your body enjoys the pierce of my cock inside you.”

“Well,” said Dominic blearily, “I don’t know that your cock leaves much room for argument. Or my organs, for that matter.”

“If you really needed them, they would not be so easily thrust aside,” said Glory, and smacked the side of his swollen, heavy belly. Dominic yelped, his thighs falling apart, and the orgasm building inside him felt ready to shake him to his core.

Glory’s spines spread even wider, locking him in place so that he couldn’t even thrust anymore, and Dominic couldn’t help the way the orgasm rocked through him with the strength and wondrous agony of a lightning strike — he was only aware that he’d screamed himself hoarse a few minutes later, when Glory’s cock wasn’t in him anymore, his come pouring thick down Dominic’s thighs, and Glory was making him sit up to drink water.

His throat was sore from yelling.

“Mmm,” rumbled Glory approvingly, pressing on the flat surface of Dominic’s belly, thumbing over his nipples and counting his ribs, before he pressed slightly on Dominic’s still fat stomach, and Dominic gulped. “Good, good.”

“Good?” asked Dominic.

“Yes,” said Glory. “On your knees — let me test your mouth, now.”

“My, my mouth?” asked Dominic breathlessly, and saw with a sort of soaring, unfathomably erotic terror, that Glory’s cock hadn’t even gone soft — he was idly curving his hand around its huge shaft, and with the other hand, tracing Dominic’s neck, as if trying to visualise exactly what his cockhead would be shoving aside once he was buried inside his throat.

As if in a dream — and this had to be a dream, right? This was too good to be anything else, but it felt real, seemed real, smelt real (Glory’s body smelt of salt and musk, but his come was thick and almost syrupy) — Dominic let himself be slowly moved onto the floor.

“I have but a day or two to test what limits you have, if any,” said Glory pleasantly. “My brothers in arms — the other Findelians in Earth’s protectorate — will soon return home, and they will want to sample you themselves.”

Dominic, light-headed, opened his mouth.

“Good boy,” said Glory, patting the side of his cheek, and lined up the huge head of his cock.

For me id say imagining the warmth and the struggle to slosh around mixed with a breeding kink but I'm curious for other people

"CHAT! HELLO!" Yes you see the title correctly, it's a sexy steam night. I have set up donations and at every milestone, I'll bring out different toys, and something special if we get to $1,000" Sarah has been a steamer for several years. She streams and does challenges with vibrators and other dildos. This gives her pleaser while she has to focus on whatever it she is doing. Sarah is taller than average girl, with bright blond hair and 32D tits.

After about 45 minutes, the steam reached the goal of $1,000. "Alright chat, You want to see the something special? Give me one second" She leaves and comes back with a guy, "This is Bobby, two weeks ago he found out that his girlfriend, Rachel, was cheating on him and she left him for someone else. Bobby, if you're willing to be on steam, you can fuck me"

Sarah was Rachel's best friend, one she found out that she left Bobby, and what she did to him, she took pity on Bobby and completely cut Sarah out of her life. It started with Pity, but once Bobby had is dick out, everything changed. The chat was going nuts "how big is he" "holy shit" "She is in for it now"

Sarah moves the chair out of the way, and lies on her bed, giving the camera a full side of shot of her. Bobby lies his cock on her an it goes from her pussy, half way past her stomach. "Chat, this thing almost reaches my tits" A text to speech comes in "How much for him to cum inside you?" "Well....5, $5,000 and I'll let him cum inside me"

Bobby understands that he is being used, but he has been alone ever since Rachel left him. This is going to be a nice change for him. He pulls back, slides his cock into her. He takes his time, and fucks her slowly, "Oh Bobby! This cock is fucking massive! I can't believe Rachel left this thing behind" Bobby doesn't want to her anything about Rachel. He wants to release his frustrations and he wants to do it with Sarah.

The total donations are currently at $3,500, Sarah has cum several times in the last 20 minutes. Bobby looks at Sarah "I can't hold it any more. I'm going to cum" "Sorry, Bobby, but please pull it out". A donation comes in "User_1 donated $2,000, Bobby, pull out, cum on her face, then her tits, then put your cock back in her pussy and don't pull out again until you're done cumming"

Sarah looks at Bobby and nods. Bobby pulls out, but stands still he aims his cock at her face, and shoots his cum across her entire body and it smacks her in the face, covering her entire face in one shot. The chat is going crazy "holy shit" "HOW?!" "What the hell did I come into?" Sarah wipes the cum from her eyes, looks back at Bobby, just intime to watch him cum again and cover her tits. "What the......" Sarah's eyes go wide, she hold out her hand, reaching for Bobby, "No, NO WAIT!"

Bobby puts his cock back into Sarah and cums inside her. "OH! OH FUCK!" Her stomach starts to swell "Bobby! Please!" Her stomach gets even bigger "Cumming! It's....too....much...." Bobby still does not pull out, he continues to cum inside her. Her chat is going crazy "Jesus Christ" "That's an insane amount of cum" "Rachel is dumb cunt" "Is Sarah alright" "It looks like she swallowed a watermelon whole."

Sarah turns her head and looks at her computer, here eyes are lifeless, but she is breathing, this is just far more than anyone expected. She blinks multiple times and the color and focus returns to her. She grabs Bobby by back of the head and pulls him close to her. She whisper's something to him, something that chat cannot see nor hear "Will you stay with me?"

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Climaxes - 3

Thanks to all founders: FeralLoverS, Narwhal9

Walking out onto the warm sand, I let my toes sink into it with a calm sigh. It's so relaxing, feeling the sun beat down on my brown hair, and my pale skin. A change of pace from constant work with the doctors about my other form.

At least the witch figured it out enough, gave me an amulet to keep me like this. Just gotta make sure it's not…

Blinking in shock, I look down at my neck where the ruby encrusted locket should be, it missing from its spot.

"Oh… crap-baskets…" A sudden pang of lightning arcs through my body, eyes on me as my feet are the first to crunch and change. My feet crack and crackle, my flesh and bone rearranging beneath the skin, forming into a whole new structure.

Five toes morph together into two front talons, before my heel becomes a third talon, with my ankle moving up to the center of my foot with a cawing cry from my deepening vocals.

Yellow scales grow up from these talons and to my knees, where it fades into soft plush flesh, my single strap around my leg to carry my phone in a waterproof case instead being stretched out, making a visible pudge on my left thigh.

My slit shifts and gets stretched out inside, a cock growing into place with a pleasured gasp, an internal set of testes behind my womb and a cock inside my slit from it's own hole adjacent to my vagina. It feels so good already my tapered pink tip pokes out like a clit, only beneath the proper organ.

Swimsuit fitting tight, it tears right off as my height shifts and grows by a lot, placing me at seven feet tall and nude too. My breasts grow with it, becoming big enough I may as well be a milf, with pink perky nipples and a sag to them I usually lack in my more human form.

Gasping and moaning, my wings grow in, feathers all along my arms and hands, up to my shoulders and even a bit around my neck like a fluffy collar. It's almost painful, but honestly pleasurable. Like wearing some tight clothes I get to stretch and break free from, but instead it's my own small skin being shed for a proper monster form.

Finally finishing growing, my eyes shift to black with a golden iris, a final inhuman touch to my monstrous raptorial form.

Eyes are on my thick and now hung body, my large pink cock hard, as I look around for someone-anyone, to fuck and breed.

'Or to eat, I'm starving~'

Spotting a fish out in the water, one that looks only four foot tall, I take flight with ease. My mighty wings beat the air with loud flaps, making flight easy as swimming for me.

Diving down towards that fish, my eyes make out every little detail of her body. Her flat chest, her thick thighs, her flat stomach and gills on her sides, and her pale blue skin. She's a lean morsel, only roughly half my size, with only a simple blue swimsuit on that clings to her like a leotard.

As I get near the water, I outstretch my talons to grab hold of her shoulders- only for a jet of water to hit me right in the slit. The sudden feeling of what may as well be getting fucked by a bidet has me falter mid flight, and the mixing of several more streams hitting my wings, my sensitive neck, and my asshole, has me plummeting into the ocean like a rock.

Landing with a splash, hands are all over me in no time. In the panic I can't see what's going on, but I can feel and hear it.

Several small hands that must belong to these fish, all the same size to the one that shot me first in the slit. One set grabs my cock, rubbing it quickly and pulling it out of its sheathe within my body, rock hard and it wriggling in her warm grip inside the cold ocean waters.

Another grabs at my tits from behind, a small body pressing itself against me with a long tongue licking at my ear, making me gasp and spurt out thick pre that floats about in the ocean.

"She's so pretty, let's use her as a breeding tool~" "Good idea for the one who wanted to eat us~"

A cock rubs against my ass from the one behind me, while two sets of fingers pinch and tug on my nipples, making me yelp and whine with my head bobbing in and out of the water. My wings are drenched beyond any hope to move, let alone fly, only supported by these same girls I was trying to eat moments ago.

Vision finally clear, I can see it's a whole school of these fish surrounding me, one hugging me from the front and rubbing her cock between my legs, it the same as mine- smooth and tapered down to a fine point, but as long as mine. Long enough it pokes out the other side of my thick thighs, with her own soft ones wrapping around my cock.

I wriggle in their grip, only for another one beneath me to help line up both cocks with my holes. One against my ass and slit. "Just relax, you can help us and we'll get you back to shore you big bird~"

Relaxing a bit, I accept this… and how good it's gonna feel, knowing they won't drown the one they want to impregnate.

Suddenly their cocks slam in, the one going so deep in my ass it needs to turn to fit down my intestines, with my prostate being rubbed against and lightly squished. At the same time, the one in my slit hits as deep as it can, piercing right into my womb and slamming into the back of it so hard it curls up inside of me.

My cock between this one's thighs sprays thick white seed into the ocean, such that is quickly drank down by nearby fish with a gleeful smirk. But, I'm too focused on the thick pre pouring into my body and stuffing me with a viscous liquid.

Both of them start thrusting, ignoring my cries of pleasure. The one behind me starts just kneading my breasts instead of playing with my nipples, while the one fucking me from the front latches onto one and sucks on my breast as if trying to milk me. I throw my head back in pleasure- only for another girl to shove her long almost serpentine tongue into my mouth in a sudden deep kiss.

I completely melt to their assault, my talons clenching up into fists and my wings going limp in the water.

The ones inside of me slam in with a sudden cry, my womb bloating out with shot after shot of cum as thick as sludge. It's actively floating about in me, making me feel like a hot air balloon being lifted up by it.

My ass isn't much better, being stuffed so much my stomach even bloats out a bit once every inch of my intestines are stuffed to their limit.

Not that either of them stop cumming in me after this, they simply swap out with two identical fish while they wait for their next turn. The fresh cocks waste no time in trying to pump my insides full with their own seed, as if they can all impregnate me at once.

Then, I'm shoved completely under water, the one kissing me breaking off only to wrap her thighs around my head. As I try to get one last gasp of air in, her cock shoves down into my throat in place of it, making me gag and choke.

I get no time to adjust before another is between my legs, a tight throat wrapping up my cock and catching all of my sweet bird seed in her own throat.

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