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Logan squeezed out of his car. The muscular bull fidgeted, getting his jeans to fit right around the immense bulge at his groin. The hyper bovine smoothed down his jacket and closed the door to his car, looking up at the house he had arrived at. According to his phone, this was where his destiny lie.

Inside this house was Daeva, the beautiful man who Logan had been talking to for years over the internet. This was their first time meeting in person, and it would be forever.

The bull locked his car with the key fob and made his way up the path to the door. His eye level was about the same as the small lens he could see for the peephole in the standard sized door. He fiddled with his keys for a moment, before pocketing them, and reaching a blunt fingertip to the doorbell.

Muffled, he could hear the chime play on the far side of the door, and swallowed. Constantly replaying in his mind was the reason he was here, every teasing word, every picture that Daeva had sent. The sound of bare feet approaching the door became apparent, obviously a heavy person atop them from the accompanying creak of hardwood. The bull's assessment was proven right as the door swung inward, revealing Daeva.

The alpaca was gorgeous, first of all. His chocolate brown wool curled and draped in loose ringlets, just accentuating the curves of his body. Also accentuating this was the fact that he was naked, leaving his whole body on display. Despite the nudity, the camelid took the time to do his makeup for this special event, a dark indigo eyeliner, perfectly winged, complementing a deep plum lipstick that accentuated his natural pout.

Daeva's most obvious trait below the face was first his dome of a belly. The wool appeared a bit thinner there, belying how taut his hide had become. Logan knew from their time talking together that this was no natural pregnancy. Those were two former lovers of the alpaca, trapped and loving it. As the bull ogled the broad belly, it shifted and rocked, muffled moans coming from inside. According to the pregnant male, the pair took turns fucking and hardly ever stopped.

The camelid seemed to not even notice the activity inside him, smiling smugly as he took in Logan's reaction to his body. "Welcome home, stud. You said you wanted a private date at home, so I didn't bother getting dressed up for a night on the town."

Logan swallowed, eyes finally making their way back up to Daeva's. The alpaca stood about six inches shorter, and much of that was his long, elegant neck. There were colored highlights all throughout the wool on his head, mixed into the tighter ringlets that framed his beautiful face.

"Step right inside." Daeva turned, leaving the door open, and flitted his short tail up in a deliberate show of his wide, pert ass. From the years of pictures, Logan knew that ass grew more enticing and round after each of the men in the alpaca's womb moved in.

He wondered what he would add to the beautiful man. Staring a moment longer, Logan quivered, his jeans protesting as he started to walk. While he was admiring his host and lover, his shaft had wormed its way free of its containment and was making it hard to walk by restricting his right knee's range of motion. A drizzle of pre was quite noticeable through the denim as well. He grunted, and took a step aside, reaching a hand to close the door behind him.

"Now, my handsome man, is there anything you would like to do, or are we getting right to the 'date' tonight?" Daeva asked coyly, knowing the likely answer.

Logan lowed out, and blushed, before speaking properly. "T-the date. Take me, please, Daeva!"

The alpaca smirked and made his way to sit down on a couch, atop which was draped a vinyl protector for the upholstery. Daeva spread his thighs, planting his feet far enough apart that his knees would clear the bull's broad shoulders easily. "Then strip down, and kneel before me."

The bull grasped his shirt, and tore it clear off of his body in a single, lust-powered tug. Denim was far sturdier than the shirt had been, so that was the real obstacle. His blunt fingers fumbled with his belt and button, but soon he had it undone. His needy shaft forced him to carefully peel the fabric from his leg without bending his knee, twisting at the hip and feeling that alone grind his glans against his ankle in a way that got his foot wet.

Logan stood upright, scooping his hands between the root of his cock and his heavy balls, and tugged again, his shoulders swelling with exertion before the whole shaft came free, tip splattering pre in an arc in front of him. Audibly a few drops hit the vinyl cover.

"Lucky that didn't get on me or you'd be on cleanup duty before our 'date' could even begin." The alpaca teased, reaching a finger to dab in the splatter before bringing it up to his mouth and giving it a lick. "Wonderful flavor, though. Can't wait to taste the rest of you." Daeva grinned, the winging on his eyeliner just highlighting the intense look of hunger he exuded.

The bull shuddered, watching the whole move from dab to taste, and pressed his cock on one side so that the next spurt splattered at an angle away from the alpaca. The masculine bull stepped out of what was left of his jeans and shoes in the same fumbling toe-to-heel maneuver. His bare feet slapped onto the polished hardwood as he regained his balance, and approached, one broad hand placed on the root of his shaft to keep it pointed more down than forward, which kept the throbbing glans mere inches from the floor, even though the whole thing was trying desperately to curve upward against gravity.

Daeva watched, expression never changing from that look of greed. "I told you to kneel."

Logan shuffled his legs a bit, spreading his knees for a moment, shoving each basketball sized testicle in between his sculpted thighs before bringing his legs back together. He crossed the remaining distance to the couch with them held back like that, his shaft's head bumping up against the soft wool and glancing off to the right side. Carefully lowering to his knees caused his cock to drop down to one of Daeva's spread thighs, which forced the whole rod to point more upright. The bull's toned ass squished down on his own scrotum as it became pinned between his calves and thighs by the kneeling position. The pressure caused another gush from his tip, and distantly he could hear it splatter the wall on the far side of the couch. The couch wasn't up against a wall, either.

The bovine paid that no heed; kneeling revealed the other maleness in the room to the bull, as well. Until now, Daeva's cock and balls had been hidden from view by his bountiful baby bump. The alpaca idly drummed his fingers on his gut as it shifted and rocked rhythmically with the lovemaking inside. His cock wasn't hyper yet, but it was no naturally sized mundane shaft. The thick rod was taut as it pressed against the underside of the heavy dome at all times, always being stimulated by the men within. The glans was hidden by a thick, heavy foreskin that pursed shut just at the tip, even in this erect state.

Logan remembered vividly watching videos that Daeva had shown him, just how far he could stretch his foreskin. The bull had been told that the last part of his 'date' would consist of sucking on just the cock, with his muzzle inside of that flap of flesh. Well, at first.

Daeva grasped the head of the bull's cock and dragged it down, under the curve of his shifting pregnant belly, past his own hanging balls, and up against the hidden crack, leaning back a bit for better access. "Now, hilt in me without getting off your knees."

The bovine had received his orders, and leaned forward, taking a deep breath of the well-groomed mix of natural male odor and whatever products the alpaca used in his wool to keep it so silky smooth. He shifted his hips and reached forward with his powerful arms, the muscles flexing as he grasped onto the spread thighs of the beautiful camelid. Like doing a row on a machine, he pulled his body forward by drawing back on the legs, forcing his hyper maleness to spread the soft heat it had been guided to.

The alpaca watched, inhaling as he was spread, holding his legs in place without any visible effort against the powerful grasp. His warm passage flexed and squeezed occasionally, but gave no sign of being under any strain, nor did his face bely any discomfort. He just greedily looked over the muscular male beneath him, until he could pull no further forward.

Logan felt his knees bump into the couch underneath his body and grunted in dismay. A full foot at least was still outside of the beautiful male. And on top of that, he had started having to lean back lest his face get smacked by the big baby bump as it bucked and bounced atop Daeva's cock. The outie navel nearly reached out and kissed him during a couple of particularly powerful jolts, clearly the two men inside going at it eagerly.

Rolling his eyes with a dramatic sigh, Daeva shifted his weight onto his feet, momentarily pulling a couple inches of shaft out of his backside. They didn't remain exposed for long, however. The camelid took two steps forward, and dropped his weight into the bull's lap.

Lap in this case meaning the bull had to lean back even further to support the taut pregnant belly on impact, the massive dome crossing the distance from his hips to his neck easily, and flexing his legs to keep the mighty weight of three men from crushing his already compressed balls. The pressure did send a jolt through his body, and a hot gush of pre flowed deep inside the alpaca.

Settling his padded hips against the muscular ones of his 'date', Daeva clenched down, a more powerful suction coming from inside his body. "There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it...?" As he spoke, he seemed to grow heavier.

Logan reached his arms to try to grasp onto Daeva's hips, and found them sooner than he expected. He squeezed with his fingers in response for the tight suction, which was fading gradually.

It didn't stay gone, suction reasserting itself as Daeva moaned indulgently, clenching down. "It's already started, big boy, can you feel it?"

The bull's eyes widened. He had indeed felt it. The hips in his grasp had swelled wider, and thickened, slightly spreading his arms and pushing back against his squeezing fingers. His cock pulsed powerfully at the thought of what this meant.

"Good boy, the thought of losing all that power to my ass gets you going so hard, doesn't it?" Daeva teased. "Look to your left."

It took a moment for Logan to remember left from right, but when he did, he gasped. In his focus on the alpaca, he hadn't noticed that there was a wall-to-ceiling mirror there, and he could see his body. And more importantly, he saw what happened next.

Flexing his thighs and splaying his toes on the hardwood, the comely camelid lifted momentarily, shoving the shifting stomach up against the bull's ear in the process, before sitting down hard again, the suction resurging on impact. This transference was visible in the reflection. As Logan felt the ass in his grasp swell once more, his shoulders and arms visibly diminished, the chiseled muscles fading in prominence, going from their body builder status to merely athletic.

Glancing down, the bull saw this happen with his legs as well, the potent glutes and quads softening and shrinking down from their extreme original proportions. His newly weakened legs meant that his hips wanted to drop down more onto his balls, but also that his ass and calves didn't crowd as much room from them. Logan screwed his eyes shut and lowed out needily, his sac convulsing as he relaxed his legs and let the combined weight of his reduced upper body and the greatly enhanced alpaca ass manually pump an orgasm out of his hyper cock.

Daeva cooed, pleased with the blossoming warmth nearly up in his chest, squeezing and pulling, feeling the warmth from the cock redirect to his hips once more as he took just a bit more size for his ass. The alpaca then unceremoniously stood back up, which just gave the bull's cock more space to fill, not enough to pop the convulsing, pumping rod free of his mighty anus, and settled back in place on the couch.

Logan whimpered with pleasure, relieved of the weight of two men in a belly, a beautiful man, and at least half of his muscle mass off of his hips. His torrent into Daeva trailed off, leaving him kneeling in place, with his shaft only a bit deeper than it had been before he started.

The alpaca curled a finger beckoningly to the bull, and pursed his painted lips a bit.

With a sudden surge of needy energy, the bovine pulled his shaft fully free and stood up, lowering himself against the still rutting mass of men beneath the taut hide of the alpaca to let his snout meet the beautiful man's own.

Daeva wrapped an arm against Logan's back and completed the kiss, deepening it immediately with a slip of the tongue through the bull's lips.

Logan groaned and ground his shaft against the bucking forms on the other side of the pregnant belly, his shaft once again arcing to the right. The hyper tip was grinding into the vinyl on top of the couch's back, and over the back when he pressed his hips forward.

The alpaca reached down to grasp the bull's ass, squeezing its form appraisingly, leaning forward to upright while holding the kiss.

The change in position forced the bovine's knees to bend until he was almost kneeling again. In that moment Logan realized that the beautiful camelid was no longer the shorter of the two of them, one eye opening and darting towards the mirror to confirm. Yes, they were nearly the same height now, and it would only keep shifting that way.

At this realization, the bull rolled his eyes back in his head as another orgasm wracked his form. The head was still pointed off to the right and thick ropes of bovine cum splattered where his pre had before, coating the whole side of the couch in milky rivulets. A few particularly boisterous shots leapt over the back of the couch to splatter the far wall with something more substantial than its previous sullying.

Daeva grasped the bucking cock just beneath the glans and gave a gentle squeeze. As if on command, the gushing flow trickled to a halt. Using that arm he angled the hyper shaft up towards their kiss. At its current engorgement it would easily slap both their cheeks while they kissed, but that was not the alpaca's intent. He parted the kiss smoothly, licking his lips, before curling the long mouth muscle around where his fingers were, and using that to help drag the tip of the bovine cock into his muzzle.

Logan panted blearily; in the wake of a second orgasm in so little time, confused by the kiss being released, but the pleasure that washed through him from the camelid's fat lips and talented tongue working on only the tip of his maleness was enough to silence any query he might have had.

The alpaca held this position for a few moments, draining what post-cum remained in the long pipe; however one hand slipped away from its position holding the bull's rump in place. Its new purpose was shortly revealed as it suddenly pressed onto the back of Logan's head, pinning the side of his face to his cock just under the glans.

The bovine looked up and saw the purple lips gape wider, the jaws that had claimed at least one of the two men squirming beneath him inside the pregnant belly. Daeva had always left it ambiguous as to whether one of them got in there the back way or not in their chats online, a way of teasing Logan. But this seemed like no tease, and wasn't what the bull was expecting, as the broad jaws descended.

Daeva sealed his lips shut on his catch's neck, before returning his hand to meet its partner on the bovine's toned ass. The greedy suction returned as he heaved with his arms, swallowing audibly as the hyper cock's head spread the flesh ahead of Logan's horns for a smooth entrance.

The horns were dulled for safety, but going headfirst could be quite the issue because of them. Logan groaned and squirmed. He wondered if Daeva had changed his mind and was just going to stuff him down into the pregnancy he had collected. His arms were trapped at his sides, and he felt the lips sliding down to his hips.

Once his lips met his hands, the alpaca shifted position, reaching down to grasp the dangling ankles of the man jutting from his jaws. There were just his legs, ropy tail, and basketball sized testes outside of the greedy man-eater. With deft ease he swallowed again, spreading his jaws to work over the immense balls and toned thighs.

Deep inside, Logan's world was the heavy breathing, the steady heartbeat, the constant squelches from the two men inside the womb, and muffled moans coming from their endless copulation. He felt the alpaca's jaws squeeze around his knees, none of his hyper parts exposed to the air of the room anymore. That was when that powerful draining suction began again.

With every blissful suckle, the bulge in Daeva's throat and chest began to diminish. He savored the loins like hard candy, even as slowly, his own cock started to poke into view out of the shadow of his prodigious pregnant paunch. He was glad he kept his thighs spread this whole time, as it gave room for his already hefty sac to fill out with the size he was leeching out of Logan.

The bull in question lowed out in pleasure. He recognized the feeling by now, and knew what was being taken. He could feel every inch of length and girth being stolen, and he just kept leaking pre as it was taken away, writhing with bliss. The full body blow job was just another way of draining Logan, he realized that now. He would get his time at the alpaca's foreskin.

Daeva kept one hand tightly held on an ankle as the other rubbed along his throat, feeling the shape of bull testes gradually shrinking and being dragged down to meet up with the bovine's hips deeper inside. Another greedy swallow and he could no longer feel the arousal through his body. Returning his hand to the other ankle, he smoothly pulled, relaxing his throat.

Logan was birthed back into the world a shadow of what he had been when he first arrived at the house. The bull let out a weak moan as his junk emerged into the cold outside air, a good foot after where it had been sealed away, and being revealed completely at least three feet before it had entered in the first place. His arms weakly stroked over the soft wool on the alpaca's sides, his own short hide drenched in the man-eater's drool.

The camelid pulled the bull's head free of his lips like he was removing a lollypop. He appraised the bleary man in front of him, no more special than the men he lured into his womb had been. Logan's horns were gone, melted clean off his head and leaving smooth hide where they had emerged from his head. That would make the next step all the easier.

The bovine rubbed the excess drool from his eyes, and looked in the mirror to the left. He gasped in surprise, his shaft jumping and leaking a meager dollop of pre. He reached a hand to feel his head, cheeks flushed. Logan looked down at his maleness, and then at the reflection of the alpaca's cock. He twisted to look over his shoulder at it directly next, letting out a soft whimper as he eyed the foreskin, still wrapped snugly over the tip of the now properly hyper camelid shaft.

Daeva chuckled. "Yes, it's time for you to stick your head under the hood." He guided the now shorter male to stand beside the large cock, and then pointed towards the tip. He lowered his hand to stroke over the right side of his full scrotum, his lusty grin beaming. "Just imagine how big my balls will be once we're done."

The bull's gaze followed the hand down, and he swallowed, biting his lip. Logan turned and walked unsteadily to the pulsing rod's tip. He knelt down and looked up at the taut foreskin, no glimpse of the glans beyond visible to him. Carefully, with his fingers, he pulled at the foreskin's pursed opening, pressing one blunt digit inside.

Daeva, for his part, let out a soft groan of anticipation. "You're so delicious." The alpaca appeared even larger than before, his broad hips taking up the whole couch cushion he was on. The new hyper length gave the bull a new perspective on the whole situation, the constantly shifting belly mostly obscured by the girth right in his face.

Pulling his hands apart, Logan quivered at the sight he'd watched over and over replaying videos, that of the throbbing, glossy glans hidden by the flesh being revealed. The increase of size meant it was more like that footage, framed in tight on the show. The meatus flexed and gaped, a pearlescent drop of pre rising to the surface. The bull licked his lips, and worked his broad muzzle into the gape of foreskin. With a careful spread, he parted his lips, and worked his jaws around the immense head inside, even as the heated foreskin squeezed on his muzzle just beneath the eyes.

The alpaca crooned, as the shaft flexed and the suction definitely increased. Daeva raised one leg to squeeze the back of his knee against his right nut. "A good bullock, but I said to get your whole head in there..."

Logan blinked a bit. His whole head? Would that fit? Foreskins attach beneath the glans, right? The bull guessed it could stretch outward more than he'd tried since it had gained so much size. He reached to grasp the lip of the tight flesh holding his face captive to try to stretch it further. It took a couple tries, the foreskin flexing and squeezing in response to his fingertips digging twice before it finally relaxed enough for him to do it, and even then it felt like an uphill battle.

"Oh, sorry about that, I think I've taken a bit too much of your strength..." Daeva didn't sound sorry in the least, chuckling lustily as the foreskin spread and pulled on its own.

Logan's eyes widened before they were covered fully, and he felt his jaws being pulled down over more of the cock inside. The foreskin clearly attached lower down on the alpaca's shaft judging from how much rod was forcing its entrance into his jaws. The advancing foreskin somehow spread over his cranium without taking any more of his fingers in; pushing his hands down like he was pulling a stocking over his head and down to his throat. The disoriented bull wondered how his head was fitting, especially since that pull meant he felt the back of the glans press into his mouth but he felt no connection for the foreskin up against his snout. That level of thought was getting harder to achieve with every moment in the lusty trap.

Sealing around Logan's neck, the foreskin ejected his fingers with a practiced squeeze. All air the bull could breathe was heavily laced with nothing but the scent of the beautiful alpaca who had captured him so willingly.

Daeva's voice resounded down to him, though it had to compete with the lusty moaning from on top of him. "There we go, nice and held. Now I can drink more fully." As he spoke, the foreskin squeezed tight, the suction returning.

The bull was now accustomed to being 'drank' like this. His shaft throbbed between his thighs as he felt the muscle mass dwindling once again. His size was draining out of him out his head, or possibly from the inside of his mouth, with the greedy cock's tip throbbing nearly at the entrance of his throat.

Logan attempted to low, but his mouth was too stretched and full of cock to make much of a muffled noise. The powerful suction continued and he felt himself weaken even further beneath the weight of the immense cock in his jaws and its foreskin around his head. The bull reached a trembling hand to feel his opposite bicep, something he was used to being a cantaloupe of granite. Before he had been caught in the penile hood it was hardly a softball, and now it was far softer than an actual one, continuing to shrink. His thumb ran over his smooth, soft hide, subcutaneous fat squished beneath the blunt digit and over the increasing lack of muscles. Even his ability to squeeze with his other hand was failing, as he was nearing skin and bones.

Daeva grunted lustily. "Oh, I've never had such wonderful arms and shoulders. They complement my ass wonderfully, don't you think?" The alpaca shifted his weight, making the couch creak more intensely than when he'd sat down onto it, belying the further redistribution of mass. "I've even got some pecs under my chest fluff. All the better to heft big boys into my jaws with." He teased playfully.

The bull was beyond words; both arms weakly reaching up to feel the foreskin around his now much narrower neck, then rub up along it. He mmmph'd softly; able to make out the shape of his spread jaws and the top of his head, starkly reminded that his horns had already melted away.

"When I said all of you, I meant all of you, bullock." The alpaca teased. "Oh, if only you could see yourself. You've gone from a grade a slab of beef to a skimpy skirt steak. Hardly even a twink now. But no worries, that isn't how you're meant to be." The foreskin flexed and shifted around the bull's head, staying as tightly around his throat as it had been, but slowly withdrawing the now jaw-straining cock from his muzzle.

Logan dropped his arms to his sides. It was time. What Daeva had told him he wanted to do with the bull. The reason he kept calling him 'bullock'. In his heart, a flutter of joy sparked within him, and his much diminished shaft spurted half a drop of pre.

The foreskin pulled again, and this time rather than Logan's muzzle parting for the cock, the cock's slit spread around the snout much the way the foreskin had before it. The shaft itself took over greedily, the pull even stronger than the fold of flesh had been before it. His shoulders were easily overcome, as narrow as they had become, and it was practically a straight shot from there past his hips. The drained cow lowed muffledly as one greedy flex brought his thighs to the cock's slavering maw.

Daeva reached down to stroke the underside of his shaft, feeling the scrawny bull's face, before the next flex dragged him even deeper. The alpaca watched as the skinny legs flopped like noodles as they were messily slurped in after the rest of the bovine's form. The camelid licked his lips slowly. "You're good to the last drop, bullock. Now get in your new home."

Logan felt his face press through a snug ring, and he was shoved through the base of the greedy, hyper cock. His face bumped up against something soft around the size of a basketball. He grunted softly, and was forced to start curling around it in the stretchy scrotum. Once his arms were free, they weakly wrapped around it, and he found a tube coming from it and heading upwards. This was it. His fingers had stuck.

The alpaca rubbed the root of his cock as he felt the last of his meal drain out of it into his hanging ball sac. He was so light he hardly added any more heft to them, not dragging them to the floor any further than they'd already swollen. He looked up towards a camera he'd set up before the bull arrived, off to one side, and winked. Daeva twisted in place, putting one leg up on the couch and laying back so that his head rested on the arm. One of his newly muscular arms scooped under the cock, pulling it and his belly up and away, so the camera could catch a good shot of the weakly squirming lump in his scrotum.

Logan and the ball he was wrapped around were growing less and less distinct from one another, shifting and wiggling weakly. Increasingly there was just the fetal-posed form of a man on that side of the sac, but that tightened further still, bent beyond what should be possible, until the former bull was indeed what he'd been called. A bullock. Just one of a pair of testicles made to produce spunk for the beautiful alpaca.

The bull's mind was awash with pleasure. He felt his insides adjust to his new purpose, and no longer felt the need to breathe, or eat, or really to move. He could, if he wanted, which barely made his shape re-assert itself, but not much before he was pulled back into his proper place. He felt the snug flesh tightening up around him powerfully.

Daeva panted heavily, rubbing over that testicle with his bare foot, feeling the subtle contours of a curved up man imprinted in the surface of his fat nut, a reminder of who and what it was. The whole scrotum tightened up, and the underside of the newly hyper 'paca shaft stretched with the sheer volume of his first orgasm with a man powering his loins directly.

The camera caught a wide arc of a four inch across rope of unbroken ejaculate spraying forth out of frame, the audio picking up the powerful splatter. It seemed like a minute before that laminar flow was interrupted, trailing off, only for the sac to contract again and another bulge to rise up the alpaca's girth, to burst forth in another viscous stream.

Daeva and Logan both lost track of how many shots were in that first shared orgasm, but as it came down, distantly the bullock could hear the alpaca muttering to himself in afterglow. "Gonna have to call in the maid service... hope they don't ask too many questions... Definitely eating at the guy's place on my next 'date' so I don't have to deal with the cleanup..."

He grunted and stood up, stretching out. Daeva felt the power in his new body, even in the wake of his afterglow, so much he'd taken from the bull. "Ooooh, my pregnant belly is so much lighter with all your strength, boy." He stretched his arms as his cock gradually softened, glancing around the room and posing for his camera. The new hyper then casually strode over to the side of the room, towards the viscous pool of alpaca seed.

Within his scrotum, the former bovine shifted weakly, but deemed it too hard to keep up, and just stayed still, feeling himself bounce lightly against the powerful thigh of his new owner. Then he was compressed, feeling the squirming pair of men press against him around the girth of the half-hard cock, threatening to re-harden it.

Daeva had leaned down, bending at the hip, and wiped a finger through the spunk like it was frosting. The alpaca stood upright again and put the dollop on his tongue, before suckling the finger clean with an indulgent groan. "Oh, you're a good bullock... You've made my cum delicious~"

That was the last Logan thought clearly for a long time, as he drifted into a haze of warmth and bliss, where time had no meaning. Every touch and brush against him sent pleasure rushing up his form, and he produced more cum for the next orgasm he'd fuel. He became used to being bound up in tight spandex, pressed up against what was once his own dick. The gentle sway of his heavy-hipped host walking. The musical sound of his voice when he spoke. The man-ball couldn't hear anyone else anymore. Even the two men forever fucking in the womb above were just incoherent, faint moans now.

One string of comments caught his attention in this dreamy state however.

Daeva was clearly flirting with someone, and the way his cock was pulsing against his sac in the spandex, it was clear this person was delectable. "Mmmmm.... You like my huge belly?" The alpaca was saying, hips swaying back and forth in a cradling manner. "It's full of men... but it's oh so full." A warm hand unrecognizable to the right nut pressed against him, clearly held at the wrist by the camelid. "Feel my fat nuts... What? Oh right, yeah.... That was a man too... what was his name? Oh, he's my bullock, that's all that matters anymore."

The bullock shifted and flexed of his own will for the first time since that first orgasm.

The hand pressed against him flinched in surprise, and Daeva's laughter was like blissful chimes all around. "Oh, I know that look. You know, it's a bit unbalanced down there with just one man..." The alpaca swayed his hips again, more lasciviously this time. "What? You don't want to go to the movie anymore?" He was clearly feigning innocence, but his words were anything but. "You just want to get in my big fat balls?" Daeva mmmed, that hunger creeping back into his voice. "Okay, sweetie~!"