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Shayla chirped happily, humming a cute tune to herself as she closed the café's register, counting the bills quickly just as a formality, her feathered hands moving to grab all the bills and leaving messy, lewd prints of cum on each and every last one of them. She licked her fingers with every note she added to the pile next to her, more to lap the cum oozing down her arms than for any real need to separate each bill, especially considering how, after being touched by her, the bills stuck to each other on that very same pile, cooling spunk from a hundred different people gluing everything together. The bank tellers were always happy for her to come around.

"All done." The hybrid bird finished counting and put the stack of cummy bills in the safe, bending down and shaking her ass while she closed the metal door, tail raised high out of habit, waiting for a customer to cram their cock inside her gaping, slick, oozing muff and use her body for all the services she could offer. But sadly, she had already sent the last customer off nearly half an hour before, the jackal having left a very, very generous tip on her face. She licked her lips as a fat glob of jackal cum oozed down her nose, the smell of that hung male making her shiver. Her cock throbbed, firing a couple fat spurts of cum onto the money stored away just before she closed the safe. "Another successful day." She chuckled and sashayed out of the office, her paws sinking in layer upon layer of cum, her muff, cock and nipples leaking and adding another one to the mess.

As the entrance was locked, Shayla sighed, sad that another day of work was already over. They always ended oh so fast: cock after cock after cock, drinks flying off the shelves, cum spilled and licked clean over and over from fat cocks, heavy tits and gushing muffs. Then again, there was always the next day and she could try to make it even better than the last. Shayla resumed humming, her ass shaking left and right, the heavy sway ingrained into her being making her every bit jiggle and wobble with a pleasant, lewd heft: her cock bobbed, all three feet of tapered pangowlin shaft out in the open for the world to see, her tits sloshing heavy with milk and cum. Her inverted nipples gaping ever so slightly after days, weeks, years of taking customers' cocks in there, her muff winking at everyone behind her, beckoning them to partake in the mess even as her café was closed. Her shift might have ended, but being of help was her one true vocation, her job was just an excuse to get as many people as possible to come to her with their needs and their hard dripping cocks.

Naked, hard, dripping, Shayla sauntered her way to her apartment, paws leaving cummy prints at every step as gallons of cum dripped down her legs, the supply seemingly never ending, no matter how much she leaked. She stopped at a bus station, pondering whether to catch a bus and save herself a bit of time when she felt something hard and dripping poke at her side. She chirred and turned around, immediately kneeling before she could even see who was next to her, her nose aimed at the musk wafting off from the male. A fat, drooling cock entered her view, inches upon inches of flesh that throbbed out in the open. The horse whinnied, barely saying anything before pushing her on her knees right then and there as the bus she planned to take had parked. The thirty inch shaft slipped inside her lips while the stop turned busy, people going in and out of the vehicle while she felt the slab of flesh go deeper down her gullet, inch after inch, her stomach welcoming that cock well before she found her nose sinking into the male's sheath. Her eyes turned glossy as the raw musk entered her lungs, the smell of cum and cock making her moan, throat rippling as the stud humped her maw with casual ease, a burning need pushing him to cum as fast as he could. The crowd looked on with interest, some nodding, some taking pictures, some whipping out their own cocks as they took videos of the slutty birb on her knees, her throat dancing while her stomach quickly swelled to a paunch.

The horse pulled back just as quickly as he had crammed himself inside her, leaving her gasping for a brief second before his flare swelled in the open, musky air and began firing. Cum splattered on her face, on her chest, tits, and neck. Her eyes glued shut for long seconds as she remained still, letting the stranger use her as a cumdump, taking every last spurt of seed. Some audience members gasped, some cheered, more than a few simply aimed their own throbbing erections towards Shayla. Dozens of thick, heavy ropes of spunk arcing through the stuffy air, adding layers to the already dripping hybrid. At her feet there was a messy puddle with half of it simply what dripped off of her constantly, and the other half the fresh coating now raining down over her form. Her immense shaft now aimed at the bus as dense shots of birb spooge began hammering at the glass, even making the vehicle shake a little. But Shayla wasn't cumming quite yet as the deluge of cum spilling forth from her sack was simply a hundred customers' loads, the pressure being relieved after a day spent cramming all manner of needy folks cocks down her shaft and letting them give her 'tips' and payments in a most lewd way.

Before she could really begin to enjoy it, the scene had returned to a quiet, regular day: the horse having left with his dripping cock wobbling as he tried to put it back in his pants on the bus. With the crowd now dispersed save for a few herms that were sending the videos to friends, Shayla was left there still kneeling, hard, and very much in the mood for some fun. She licked her lips, swallowing a dense load of stallion seed as she spotted the wolf ladies on their phones and now moved herself toward the pair of herms still at the stop, their thick knotted shafts bobbing in the open air. Shayla knelt once again and let the twin rockets slip inside her breasts, pushing against her nipples for a split second before they spread for the hard cocks easily sinking inside the sloshing mounds of bird titflesh, lubed with gallons and gallons of milk and gods knew how many cumshots crammed in them. The two canines yipped and stopped chatting, looking down at the pangowlin currently giving them a most lewd, messy and literal set boobjobs! Her tits sloshing with fluids as her clawed hands squeezed them from the sides, massaging each shaft with care. The sudden sensations, the pleasure and the lusty scents wafting from the bird compounded together, making the two sensitive wolves shiver and shake, cocks throbbing and knots swelling right inside Shayla's tits as they came within a handful of seconds. The hybrid licked her lips, her own maleness growing in size as thirty two inches continued rising, once more hosing nearby property and people as she serviced those in need. The two herms kept on pumping her full, shot after shot of cum crammed inside her FF cups making them slosh and swell, bringing them to now titanic II cups within a matter of minutes! Their orgasms continued several times longer than the time it took for them to cum. However, unlike the horse from before, Shayla refused to let them go! Her body craving their loads with her arms soon keeping them in place, massaging their asses as her tits were filled and their knots deflated. By the time she was once more on her feet her tits had quadrupled in size, the herms' nuts milked dry right then and there and the pair left panting and moaning while she swayed her hips with casualness and resumed her march back home.

"Shayla! How's my favourite bird doing today?" Along the way her walk was interrupted by a familiar voice right as she was passing a small streetside kiosk with quite the queue around it.

"Oh, hello Dana! How are you doing this fine afternoon?" Shayla smiled, sauntering her way close to the stocky gator gal's kiosk before placing her tits on the counter with a giggle, a squirt of milky cum landing right on the gator's apron as her legs spread wide to better let the audience gawk at her soaked behind and beachball-sized nuts hanging below.

"Always good as you can see, just a little overwhelmed is all." The girl was indeed quite busy with making lattes and espressos as she chatted with her friend, customers unable to complain that the line was held up briefly as the glorious sight of the cum dripping bird came into view. More than a few hoped that the line would slow down just to stare more at the feathery bounty before their eyes. "How about you, done with the day?"

"Unfortunately.." Shayla huffed, a tinge of sadness in her tone.

"You're one of the few I know that are sad when the workday ends." Dana huffed, the scent of sex wafting from the slutty hybrid making her cheeks flush hot with the sight of her fat tits resting on the counter and those puffy inverted nipples still oozing plentifully. The gator gulped and apologized for the delay to the customer whose latte she was still holding in her hand.

"Need help?" The pangowlin offered, giving the gator gal a wink.

"Wh-what? Ah, no not really, but thanks!" Dana stuttered for a sec, ogling her friend's tits all the while. The bird giggled and ordered her own drink which was prepared after a few minutes. "There, your coffee!" Dana had rushed through customer after customer, knowing what that naughty look in the bird's eyes meant, the line moving so fast some were left staring at their phones as the gap widened.

"Why thank you~" Shayla licked her lips and placed the cup on the counter, hot coffee steaming in the afternoon as she moved her claws up to her tits, aiming them down and then gave them a squeeze. Squirts of cum laced milk spurted from her nipples, most of it spilling all over the counter rather than in the cup, the bird's massive breasts and sloshing cargo too plentiful to be controlled, if she even wanted to control it. She milked herself in front of a rather interested and growing crowd, the line doubling in size only moments after she had started. "Mmmh, that's the stuff." Shayla murred as she sipped on her personalized drink, warm coffee mixing with her milk and countless customers' mixed loads, the hint of fresh wolf cum especially potent. Dana gulped again as behind the counter her apron began tenting lewdly as she grew hard, precum soaking into the fabric.

"Is there any coffee taste left in there?" The gator gal chuckled, taking her apron off now as her HH cup tits were set free as her cock rested right next to where she made her orders, a fat load of precum splattering all over the inner counter.

"An expert can discern flavours in any drink."

"Nah, you're just a slutty birb with a lot of clients." Dana smiled and stuck out her tongue, Shayla replying in kind moments later.

"Hey, uhm.. Is that drink available for others?" A short but well-built mouse held a wad of cash in hand as he ogled the dripping mess that was Shayla's coffee, his pants bulging with more cock than any mouse had the right to sport as seams were close to bursting here and there with the increasing strain as the crowd erupted with the same question.

"It is now!" The slutty bird licked her lips and downed the entire cup, eyeing the gator gal with a look that screamed of both business ideas and a burning need to have wild fun. Dana shook her head, her cock rising to full mast as she grabbed all the cups she had in store and began changing the coffee filters, grinding beans with her dripping shaft adding flavouring to the brews as the crowd lined up with pants tented or open. Cocks, tits and pussies aching as the special of the day was added to the list in big, messy letters. To say that it was an instant success was an understatement. The crowd had already grown big and wild well before the drink was put on the menu since Shayla's mere presence was quite the advertisement for any business. "Who's first?~"

"Me!" The well toned mouse was already at the front and quite literally threw the wad of cash to Dana, probably well over the price set for the drink. He was handed a cup, or rather a giant mug of fresh hot coffee that he placed in front of the slutty bird.

"One 'Messy morning' coming right up." Shayla murred and grabbed her tits, gallons of milk sloshing noisily as the cash register sang with a pleasant tune as cash was put in at a rapid pace. She squeezed the twin mounds from either side of her expansive bust and aimed at the mouse's mug. Although the result was quite messier than expected as the mouse ended up drenched in mixed fluids as Shayla firmly squeezed and massaged her milk filled mammaries with her cock throbbing hard down below as several lances of cum gushed forth. The customer stepped back, front drenched in a thick mix with the cup in hand filled to the brim with her milk. "This big tip for me? Oh how kind of you!" The mouse looked at her with confusion from her statement, squeaking meekly as the bird slipped his pants down with a talon and freed the fat footlong cock. A dollop of pre landed on her feet after which she aimed that massive mouse mast to herself and stroked him from sheath to tip, making him squeak and moan until he couldn't last under her delicate touch and he blew his load, painting her crotch, legs and clawed toes in a healthy dose of heated cum. "Next~!" Freshly drenched more than before, Shayla turned to the next customer that was already with their heavy cock out in the open and eagerly fapping with one hand.

Shayla chirped happily, kissing the herm doe as she let herself be milked, holding the mug while the customer decided her own desired dose of cream for the coffee. Squirt after squirt the doe pulled at the hybrid's immense tits with the milky, cummy mix spilling all over them both with barely half inside her cup as the next customer was already licking at the pangobird's massive shaft. A stallion nursed directly from her, his mouth full of herm cum as his own cock ached and the tip rubbed against her sack from below. The doe pulled back a good thirty seconds later, her mug absolutely brimming with Shayla's creamy milk as the stallion beneath was drenched in what that small mug couldn't hold. His fur was coated in a couple layers of the hybrid's thick essence, his gut bulging lewdly as he hogged her cock for himself.

"Hey, stop that you horndog!" Dana chided, pulling the musk drunk stud out of his blissful wonder that was Shayla's cum-coated slab of herm cockflesh. "You got more than you paid for!"

"It's fine Dana, he'll help refuel the tank and all will be well. Won't you, dear?" Shayla purred and helped him on his hooves, quite a few people around complaining with worry that the lewd self-serve dispenser that was the pangowlbirb would run out of cream before they got their turn. "Just need to get the hose connected to the tank." The stallion whinnied when her gooey claws touched his throbbing tower of horsecock, the three footer's flare widening and spurting a hefty load of pre onto her snout. Without batting an eye, Shayla licked her muzzle clean of her customer's precum, though most dribbled onto her immense tits, and slowly pushed her fat shaft to his. "Mmmmhhhh..." She huffed out, her cumslit spread by the fist-sized flare, her entire girth swelling with foot after foot of thick meat. "Service hasn't stopped yet..." Her eyes glimmered as she took every inch of the stud's shaft with ease, her crown soon kissing his sheath. She grabbed a mug from another customer and resumed milking herself casually as if the stud wasn't sheath deep into her cock.

Milk spilled liberally while Shayla moaned with a shiverup her back, her balls gurgling, swelling and churning away noisily. Soon they began to fill faster, bigger than before with the horse's own sack twitching madly as he came hands free. His flare bulging the hybrid's shaft even more as load after load were deposited directly into her own excessive supply. To be able to blow a load that way, in front of dozens, surrounded by a ravenously worked up crowd only made the stud cum twice as hard! His nuts being heavily overworked as he paid his tab half a dozen times over in no time at all. Shayla couldn't help but cum a little when he finally pulled back, his flare scraping her soft inner walls, leaving her with a lewd gape as her nuts nearly touched the floor with how much the stallion had dumped down her cock.

"Mmmh the store has restocked..." She winked at the customers and at her friend, holding her massive tits in hand.

"Ah screw it... I'm joining as well." Dana's own shaft was harder than it had been in weeks, her tits dripping as the sights and scents made her body kick into overdrive, flushed and desperate to share even just a part of what Shayla felt. She stormed out and kissed her friend deeply, smushing her tits to the pagowl's, milk spilling all over them both while her sizeable cock was dwarfed by the hybrid's titanic slab of ridge-covered shaft. Photos were taken while the two herms made out, one covered in cum with the other far too dry. "We're expanding service..." She gently guided Shayla's cock to her own, the gator's thick length sinking inside that marvellous rod with help from the fresh gallons of stallion seed helping lube the way. Shayla chirped, mind a blissful haze with her orgasm approaching quickly. Another messy kiss, another several inches shoved in, more groping and more photos; everything turned into a lovely blur as Dana forgot about her business and began fucking the pangowlin's dick, her big soft-scaled orbs slapping on its underside. "Mmmmhhhfffuck..." Dana hissed, holding onto that dick for support as she fucked it, her hips blurring as the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh echoed among the waiting crowd.

Shayla came sooner than she'd have liked, pushed over the edge by her friend's and her own efforts as she hadn't stopped teasing herself all the while. Her nuts churned so loudly and powerfully that people felt the vibrations nearby. Dana didn't, or rather she felt it far too late as her attention was too busy with pumping every inch of dick she had into her friend. But when she felt that drippy shaft bloat and grip her, she felt the first shot slam into her tip, Dana then realized she was in for a ride. She came, hard, quite hard in fact but compared to what Shayla was storing away, her orgasm bigger now that her already potent nuts were overloaded with stallion spunk, she could do little other than hold onto Shayla's slab of a cock and let herself be filled. The gator girl's nuts bloated fatter, heavier as her legs were pushed aside by their swelling growth within seconds. Her eyes rolled back in overwhelming pleasure as they were pumped full. By the time the hybrid was halfway done she was carrying twin pumpkins; huge, heavy and churning with mixed loads from the two of them and who knows how many more patrons.

"Th-there we go..." Dana pulled back minutes later, her balls resting on the floor now with her cock gaping as well, tits out in the air and leaking pure milk. "The second booth is open..." The gator girl held her shaft in her hands, cum pouring out in thick, gooey strands. Two bridges of densely mixed jizz still connecting the two herms together.

The next half an hour was impossibly chaotic and messy: mugs of bigger and bigger size were presented to the two of them, mugs turning into buckets as both herms were milked and refilled over and over again. Before they could ever reach halfway to being empty, someone volunteered to donate some cream, plugging Dana or Shayla's jiggling, sloshing assets with their own and unloading all the lust accumulated while being in line. Bigger and bigger they grew, and the bigger they were the more customers came to get a pint or a dozen, buckets filling with mixed cum, stomachs bloated by endless loads spilled, milk dripping on chins and chests. Before long neither of them paid much mind to what was happening, merely sitting on their chairs together as cocks were stroked, licked, kissed, bred and refilled. Balls growing ever bigger and heavier, tits sloshing with tens upon tens of strangers' loads. Dana was surrounded in a sea of cocks and cum, hands always holding someone's dick or fingering a wet pussy, kissing and moaning while Shayla egged others on to use her more, cumming harder every time with every climax leading directly into the next one endlessly.

An hour later the area around the kiosk was entirely saturated with lines and lakes of cum, customers long gone or collapsed onto something or someone. Cocks soft and bellies taut with gallons and gallons of drinks. The till of the cart was overflowing, bills piled and crammed in with little care with prices forgotten as the musk and pleasure made hands merely grab wads of cash and throw them onto the pile. Shayla stood up after making sure that Dana would be fine while she got her bearings together. The hybrid herself wasn't quite back to form: her tits had gained a couple cup sizes, her nipples throbbing pleasantly as milky cum oozed out. Her balls sloshing loudly enough to draw quite a bit of attention from passers-by while she returned home. She was a bit late but she was also sure that it wouldn't be a problem, not when she was this messy and loaded with extra cum. The lusty scents around her were impossibly potent, heated cum fogging windows as she walked by, potent enough to make pants tented and wet within seconds of being near. Behind her followed a dense, messy trail of cummy clawprints as her toes squished on the concrete every step, seed left like a trail of crumbs that led to a much more enticing bounty than mere candy cane houses.

She could have returned home now, get herself comfortable on the couch and let her bounty soak the place real nice, maybe have some of her neighbours come over and jerk off together for a few hours for a fun get-together night. Maybe have them stay over while she buried her cock into something wet and warm. It'd be quite the good night, but once she walked by her building she kept on moving, her lewd march through the city not quite done yet. The cummy pawprints continued to lead stray people around the city, step after step going from that cafè all the way to one of the many parks that Shayla liked to stop by every now and then, the kind of park where she knew she could empty her far overfilled nuts into a pond and replace the water with her thick cum a couple times a month. And considering how full her balls were, almost touching the stone path below, she could use an emergency milking and the park smelled too much of grass and not enough of cum and sex. She giggled and sashayed her way through the grass, leaving behind big puddles of spunk here and there, trees marked by her idle cumshots while passing by.

Barely a hundred feet away from the pond she was going to empty her sack into, she stopped and noticed a single, lonely otter on a bench. The guy seemed out of place, partly because he looked rather upset and partly because.. he was fully clothed! That was a rare sight for anyone in the city. Hell, hardly anyone wore an entire set of clothes at any given time: offices required ties and shirts but if one wanted to go pants-free no one would complain especially if the show was good. If one wanted to wear nothing but a tight, minuscule speedo in a mall then more power to them; if one wanted to go naked, well, the climate was quite warm all year round. This was the kind of city this was. Shayla was, by definition, the apex of life in this city: free, horny and perpetually covered in cum. Just how she wanted to live. This otter was her literal opposite, how could she not investigate?

The otter heard her sloshing before he set his gaze upon her cum soaked tits and throbbing cock, evidence of sex around her a trademark she flaunted all day long, her soaked feathers and ever throbbing shaft adding to the look. Startled he gasped, covering his eyes an a rare act of embarrassment. She licked her lips with hunger.

"Need help? Something the matter?"

"W-Wh-what? No... no thanks..." He stuttered, she giggled. He was devilishly cute up close: short, barely an inch over four feet tall, looking fit and lean with soft cheeks, doe eyes and the cutest muzzle anyone ever did see. "Y-you're naked..!"

"Yes."

"And covered in... c-cum..." The otter looked at her through a thin gap in his fingers as he held his hands over his eyes.

"Soaked to the bone." She sat beside him with a lewd, loud squish as her cumcovered ass made contact with the bench, her sloshing nuts settling after a couple lewder gurgling noises. Her tits still leaking cummy milk all down her front. "And you're dressed like you're from out of town." Shayla leaned in and took a breath, finding a disappointing lack of the wonderful scent of sex that everyone in the city had. She couldn't even tell when was the last time he had jerked off and that was shocking.

"Is it that obvious..?" He dropped his hands, still refusing to look at her immense tits and far more immense junk, though she could tell he was getting flustered. Still no boner popping under his pants though.

"How many people have you seen since you arrived that wore shoes, pants and a shirt?"

"Like... one? I saw a guy at the train station but he took his pants off the second he left the train and began walking around with an honestly far too big dick." He gulped. "Is it normal?" Shayla pointed at herself and the chaotic mess that she was. "I guess I shouldn't have come. This was a mistake.."

"What happened?"

"Well..." He began and paused, probably asking himself whether telling his story to a stranger, a naked stranger in a park, was sensible. Then he sighed and resumed. "I had a sort of date here, with a friend I had made online on a website where... virgins can meet up and enjoy their first time without having to be embarrassed by their lack of skill. This city was deemed as the perfect place to get in the mood and... well they were right." He sighed again, though he blushed as he saw the hybrid idly playing with her tits, shoving her thick digits into her puffy, stretchy nipples. He gulped and continued. "I was having fun, lunch was good and then my date sort of.. bailed."

"Out of the blue?"

"Not quite: we were about to get to it, you know.. getting undressed and stuff. I was excited but then the girl got cold feet once the clothes were off I guess."

"Was she another otter?" Shayla patted his back, leaving a most messy cum-print on his shirt. "Why do you think she bailed? Suddenly she didn't like you or...?"

"Ah, no, I know exactly why, it's not a real mystery to me. It's the same reason I never got laid before." The otter blushed red like a tomato, shrinking in his clothes, something only he could and would do in the entire city. "..I'm too big." At that sentence, every muscle in Shayla's body reacted, though she resisted the urge of pinning him down and smothering him with tits three times as big as his head right then and there. "For a-anyone... not just otters, you know?" She was just this close from ripping his pants off herself.

"Are you now?" She chuckled, her cock rising to full mast just by her imagining what he packed into those mysterious pants of his while he realized that her shaft must have been as tall as he was, and just about as thick. Maybe more... "How big?"

"Too big."

"Not for this city and most definitely not for me." She stroked her cock, every last throbbing inch from tip to base. "So how about you show me and then I let you lose your v-card right here, right now?" He squeaked, practically steaming from the shirt collar now looking away while she got closer to him. "Relax, I don't bite but I do swallow! I've taken some huge guys in my life, you'll be fine. Furthermore, don't you wanna just enjoy this unique city in the best way? Let go and be free, even just for one day or so..." He looked back at her, then at her cock, her tits, her cummy feathers, her glazed snout and the people nearby that looked more shocked by him being dressed than her being hard and hosing the landscape with her cumshots.

"..O-okay." His words left her shocked for a good second. "I mean.. When in Rome, right?" Still, he hesitated, slowly getting his hands on his shirt. "Eeep!" The otter meeped when Shayla, now too curious and horny to bother with his clothes ripped the shirt off, his soft features making him even cuter. Her snout found his crotch faster than he realized, her eyes locked onto the quite disappointing lack of a fat bulge in his pants. She touched and huffed, trying to figure out why she couldn't get even a whiff of musk. "L-let me help you." He gulped and reached for the belt holding his pants up, unbuckling it slowly and carefully, fumbling with the tell-tale nervousness of a first-timer.

"Mmmhh, no need to be such a tease." Shayla had no more patience: the desire to be his first, the curiosity and the exotic feeling of ripping clothes off of someone were too much. She licked her lips and grabbed the belt and his pants, tearing them open at the front with close to no care for the state they'd be in.

As a couple of seams ripped, the otter moaned out and a thick, tantalizing smell spread, the scent of someone so impossibly pent up that it must almost hurt. Shayla was shocked, her eyes fluttering as she drank in that lovely musk, so potent, too busy breathing in to realize that his pants were starting to rip by themselves, as if something was trying to break free. She huffed hard, shivering, still unaware of the expanding of the otter's pants, until it was too late. It all happened in a fraction of a second: he arched his back and groaned, his pants swelled, grew with seams and threads snapping like twigs before a mighty gale. Her face was suddenly pushed back, a potent, virile bomb set off. And then his pants simply collapsed. A wall of brown fur appeared next to Shayla's snout, her eyes seeing nothing but brown, her senses downright assaulted by the potency of not just a pent up man, but a pent up breeder of the highest tier. She tasted his balls long before her tongue slipped out as his cock throbbed, inches swelling like a python, coiled up and now finally releasing their tension all at once. She chirped hungrily, registering every single twitch of his junk as it grew, swelled and grew some more with his pants torn into confetti. The smell thickened, his balls spreading his legs wider, shaft flopping onto the twin swells and slapping her in the snout with a meaty, lewd and sweaty thwack. Her snout bore the print of his cock, she licked it and tasted his pre as the immense length thickened.

Before her was an otter barely four feet tall, no pants, no shirt and now sporting a pair of nuts at least three feet wide each, sloshing so loudly it seemed as if she was near a raging river. His balls were wider than he was and he had two of those, but his cock, oh lords his cock: it jutted from an absurdly wide and meaty sheath, a couple feet wide at least! Mottled pink here and there like a stallion's, a flare as wide as his face swelling in the now utterly musk-soaked air. Next to his own junk, the otter was small. A cute, handsome lad with monstrously oversized junk. Shayla came a little on the spot, a small orgasm from the sight alone followed by another as she took another deep breath. A three and a half foot long equine styled behemoth with two nuts the size of watermelons below, a fluffy cock-holder worthy of a breeder stallion and the smell of someone who hadn't blown a proper load in years. She gulped and hugged his cock, accidentally giving him what might have been his first ever boobjob. The heat of his shaft felt like a radiator, the throbbing not unlike a soft massage to her entire torso and the lewd but potent flow of pre splattering on her ass and back better than any shower on the market.

"Where were you hiding all this?" She placed her snout on his sheath and gave it a slow taste, eyes fluttering with the taste of a top notch breeder. It was both a sultry and genuine question. She was slowly kissing, licking and stroking a dick as long as her torso that she couldn't have missed.

"Mmmmhhh..." He murred and huffed, unsure of what to do now that he had no more clothes and a stranger was quite literally handling his dick with burning need. He had never felt the touch of another hand much less contact with someone else and now he felt soft, milky tits around his base and a tongue ravishing his flesh. "C-Compression pants..."

"What are those?" She murred, kissing his cock gently as she squeezed it between her gushing tits. He whimpered, the feeling of her soft breasts on him was too much already.

"To... to keep folk like me under control... so we can live normally."

"Dumb idea if you ask me." Shayla knelt a little higher, dragging her tits over more and more of his cock, the immense length not even engulfed completely by her heavenly mounds, that was how big he was. "You've got stuff to flaunt so let it out, let it breathe."

"I wish, but that's not possible where i'm from.. Just letting it out will saturate a room."

"Sounds like fun to me." She giggled, now kissing his flare with her tongue tracing the paths of the spilled precum, latching onto the fat cum pipe to drink it. The taste was overwhelming, immensely potent on a level she had seen few reach. "I'd have enjoyed working with a cutie like you, maybe help you unload these heavy balls of yours every day." She tried to lift them up and failed. They were heavy, too heavy. "And join you in making a mess of the place of course. What's the point of having junk this big and musky if you can't let everyone know how good you'd fuck them?"

"Y-you really think so?" He gulped. "It's not too big?"

"Oh dear, you're monstrous for your size... I'm barely bigger than you." Shayla kissed him, sharing thick wads of the pre she had licked off his plate-sized flare and the endless supply of cum dripping from her feathers. He tasted himself and her through that kiss, as well as plenty of others. "But that's why you're so hot." He gulped. "Your name?"

"Uhm..." He froze for a second while she pulled back letting his cock bob freely in the musky air. "Chase."

"Nice to mee you Chase, I'm Shayla." She smiled. "Now would you like to put that fat cock of yours to use?"

"Wh-what?"

"Would you like to drive this big... fat... heavy... monstrous beast of yours down my slutty throat and unload every drop of your virile spooge in me?" She stroked his shaft at ever pause, his flare hosing her chin in layers and layers of sticky pre. "Or do you prefer my pussy? Watch my womb bloat as you pump me full of cute little otters?" She fingered herself, her muff soaking wet behind her own monolithic dick. "Cause I won't leave you alone till you turn me into a blimp." Her gaze did not lie, nor did her hunger.

"You... would you... even be able to get the flare in your mouth?" He guessed she had skills but couldn't believe she could even manage it. The damn thing was ten inches wide already!

"A challenge... mmmmh, I like it." Shayla licked her lips and knelt again, pulling his monster cock down with some effort, every muscle in that lithe body resisting her. She nuzzled the flare, making out with it as it hosed her entire front, snout caked in precum and surrounded by the lovely stench of a pent up breeder, a nigh impossible sight in a city where anyone could bend everyone down and get their rocks off. "I accept." Chase turned beet red under the thick fur, though his bottom half seemed to be quite interested.

She licked her lips one last time and scooped wads of cum from her body, adding it to the liberal coating of pre bubbling from his flare, lubing his flesh in preparation for her plans. He meeped and twitched, toes curling in the throes of pleasure he had never felt before. He had gone from a virgin hoping to score with an equal on a site to having a stranger soaked to the bone with cum lick and kiss his oversized cock and attempt to suck him off. She made out with his flare as if it was a person, the top of his shaft resting upon her gushing tits, her own monstrous length poking his nuts while giving them a nice coating. Then she opened her maw, slowly letting him see the back of her maw before it was hidden by his flare. Her lips made contact with his flesh, opened wide. He was tempted to tell her to back down, that he'd be fine with a boobjob, but part of him wanted to feel what it'd be like to sink into a gullet at least once in his life. Slowly he began to feel the tightness of her maw over his flare, her tongue slipping under, trapped between cockflesh and lip, her eyes fluttering, throat dancing as she was forced to drink gallons of pre now that they couldn't spill all over her tits.

Shayla was struggling a little, more because he was a virgin and needed to feel every second drawn out to its greatest, not just feel her swallow every inch like the cock hungry slutty birb she wanted to be. Her throat ached to get a fresh load of cum, her stomach rumbling since she hadn't had a single customer use her that way in so long. When the flare popped inside her mouth she felt a thick load of pre race from the base of his shaft to the tip with a pleasant rumble, it filled her mouth completely, the taste of sperm rich essence almost eclipsing the raw taste of his dick. Her throat worked hard to swallow it, but some was left for her to lube more inches of thick otter owned equine-cock as it slid inside her. Chase couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he could believe what he felt: the tightness of a real throat and not a toy, the feeling of a tongue ravishing his flesh and the lovely rippling of her muscles as his flare spread her gullet wider and wider. She swallowed hard, grabbing the bench and pulled herself forward, making his shaft sink to the fat medial ring in her mouth in one go, the flare into her stomach already. The next shot of potent pre was dumped directly in her stomach, the paunch growing by a solid inch in an instant. She pulled closer still, her lips caressing his ring before it joined the rest of his cock in her gullet as well, her tits pushed apart by the foot-wide mast, the ring bulging in her gullet oh so lewdly and pleasantly.

At this point Chase couldn't hold back any more: every instinct he had kept under control for the past twenty or so years were let loose as that throat massaged his shaft, years spent wearing compression pants just to fit in with the others, unable to enjoy his life in fear of being ousted for public indecency the second he got too into a colleague at work or checked a nice ass like the other regular males and herms. His partner was naked, hard in public and had willingly swallowed almost all of his cock as if it was nothing. He had no more reasons to be reserved or shy, not when she was giving him a look as if to say he could go all out. Chase grabbed her snout and held it in place, pulling back until his ring slipped out of her mouth with a lewd pop. Shayla winked and braced herself. The otter above her took a deep breath and pushed forward, moaning as he slowly began to find a rhythm, awkwardly beginning to fuck her face on a public bench as others looked and took pictures, their own cocks hard with some fingering themselves at the lewd show. He meeped, grunted and then felt his balls tap her chin. He looked down in shock, her snout partially covered by his sheath, her nose blowing hot air against it with her tongue licking parts of him normally always hidden. He pushed forward some more, her snout engulfed completely by his sheath, letting her breathe nothing if not his most potent musk.

Chase grunted, or roared, as hard as a four foot tall otter can and began inching back until his flare was into her mouth again before thrusting with all his power, sheath kissing her snout once more. Instincts flared up once more, gripping his surprise lover's head while he thrust forcibly in her mouth, flare hitting the bottom of her stomach over and over, his nuts adding gallon after gallon to the sloshing load in her. Shayla stood still, joyously accepting his roughness, cute and desperate in his own way, more than happy to get filled with his shaft and to feel his fuzzy sheath. He was so pent up he couldn't hold back, wouldn't hold back anymore with his cock too big and sensitive. If there was someone that could take him as he was, she was the only one. And when he stepped off the bench, his feet rested onto her shoulders with his wrecking balls resting upon on her tits like churning boulders while he mindlessly rutted and jerked his hips.

Her hands found her own cock, stroking it slowly, the massive length throbbing pleasantly onto the soaked grass, her heavy sack emptying itself onto everything as she began to cum right then and there after barely having touched herself now pushed over the edge by an immense breeder's tool.

He came.

At some point, he wasn't sure when and neither was she; both lost in the moment as his length made her throat bulge lewdly and his cumshot turned her paunch into a heavily pregnant-looking belly. Eventually his legs gave out but his balls and cock didn't. As his flare slipped out of her mouth, it simply kept on gushing tens of gallons a second, hundreds a minute. Thick, heavy cum dense as glue and maybe more now raining down as his ass landed onto the cummy bench. Shayla murred, mouth open towards the sky, catching some of that lewd rain and swallowing with most of it splattering onto her feathers now caking her in his potent spunk, her coating renewed. Hell, he alone was cumming harder than most of her customers had together, his output comparable to an entire day's load... and he kept on going, going and going as his nuts pumped ever thicker shots as if he'd never run out.

Shayla had to get in and get more. So, as the little breeder laid on his back, cock aimed at the sky, she stood above, legs spread wide and pressed her slit against that flare, the immense amount of lube helping her sink onto it. It speared her with ease, spreading her nice and wide, her womb kissing his oozing cum pipe long before she ran out of cock, her belly bloating even more. She could feel his swimmers assault her eggs, claiming her entirely.

"Welcome to the city, Chase..." As he came even harder she kissed him, just in time since her bloated belly pushed them apart. "Come visit more.... often..." Pinned between her stomach and him, her cock gushed as well now leaving the otter little more options than to lick and drink her production, helping her unload all over the park and the curious and horny audience. The city life certainly looked promising.