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Dark as a land with no sun, shiny as new penny, and filled to bursting with plump little otter assets, the mother of all black leather garb clad the tiny lad that stood before me - looking up with eyes eager and adoring, if a bit uncertain. The stunned stupor that I returned in exchange was no match for the elegance, the opulence, the... girth.. of what stood before me.

The boy had somehow found his way to the childrens' fetishwear section of the store, no doubt with the help of one of its employees. One with impeccable taste, clearly. He now stood before me, wearing the sort of thing you'd see not in an actual BDSM porn flick, but in the crude parody put on by somebody who has no idea what that's actually like, playing up the sexuality and decadence of the ensemble to ridiculous proportions. And somehow he was pulling it off.

Now you'll have to forgive me, as I have no clue what unearthly names these articles of clothing went by, but I'll do my best to recollect their appearance. Thick swathes of ebon fabric both held aloft and pressed his blossoming boy breasts outwards, presenting them front and center as if championed by a pair of darkened hands from beneath. Slick straps descended down his torso, wrapping around his waist and hips, where they supported a savory black sack in which his own ottery balls were cradled.

There seemed at first to be no room for the boy's tremendous member in this design, but a second glance revealed that its exposure was intentional - hoisted up and sandwiched between his budding bosom, spreading them apart for even better presentation, while positioning his fat cockhead dangerously close to his own muzzle. Given that positioning, he'd be hard pressed not to drown in his own fertile stink. I know I would.

He must have been asking my opinion on the outfit, as I could clearly ascertain that his face was moving, but whatever words escaped it were lost on me. I could only think of my wants, my needs involving this diminutive Adonis. As over-the-top and nonsensical as this outfit was, It all seemed to come together for him. I was truly smitten. Then he turned around.

Lifting his thick, brown rudder - he appeared to be showing off his favorite part of the outfit. Though the tight leather gear clenched his buttocks in its shiny grip, it made no attempt to cover the centerfold between his legs. Stretching down from the hole that housed his tail, the garment was split down the lofty grand canyon of cub goodies beneath, until it rejoined at the base of his ballsack. Spreading his paws to show off this feature, he revealed that the outfit left his asshole, and his pert, feminine lips, open and free for insertion even while adorned in this most hedonistic of arrangements.

His snatch dripped visibly onto the floor beneath. Mine matched, though with enough force one might have assumed I had bladder problems. I could not stop myself from the next move I would pursue, leaping forward to lift up and embrace the little fuck god, holding him high in exaltation. His soft giggles that ensued faded into pleased murrs. Whatever arousal I'd gleaned from witnessing his new duds was apparently shared as he looked over my own.

"Daddy's big boobies look really good now..." his words finally pierced the veil of need I'd accumulated that had filtered out his previous inquiries. Though, all I could find myself capable of was a brief nod of acknowledgement. I wanted to tell him how beautiful he looked, how deeply in love with him I was. All I managed was "Fuck daddy." amidst frenzied grunts, nuzzling and kissing over the boy's assets like a man possessed. He was more than happy to oblige.

In what felt like a whirlwind of flesh and undergarments, we soon found ourselves down upon the fitting room bench, the combined weight of our gravid, pregnant forms causing it to creak beneath the load, though it managed to hold strong. With a loud 'thwap', the boy's member snapped out of place between his adorable little cans, smacking against my own fat knockers, and letting his swollen tummy stand out in greater prominence, without a dozen pounds of cub cock pinning it down.

I had no idea how we managed to maneuver things into place correctly, but some amount of primal, breeding instinct allowed us to guide ourselves together, his enormous boyhood positioning for entry into his daddy's eagerly-awaiting cavern. His paws gripped and squeezed at every tit he could manage to wrangle, drawing heated, adoring moans from his daddy as those bouncing breasts were primed - nearly half already starting to leak from the combined stimulus of his fondling paws and the coitus we were set to engage in.

With a heavy, longing thrust, I felt him spear in once more - like returning home, his dick getting wet in the pussy he'd helped to plump up, slamming his shaft into the fertile valley that already bore the burden of his children, taking it with the rightful dominance that its ruler wielded. He was not gentle. He owned my pussy. He could do whatever he damn well pleased with it. Thankfully, that happened to be regular and hard dickings, just how daddy liked.

Ever since we both got knocked up, he's been insatiable. Every little swell in daddy's belly or chest would draw him in to fuck me senseless. Every little swell in his own would result in more of the same. I swear he must have spent at least half of his time awake inside of me. And as for when he slept... well now that I was already carrying, I decided it was okay for him to sheath that massive cock inside of daddy when we went to bed at night. Having him locked inside my moist folds the night through simply felt phenomenal for both of us, he'd never slept better. Somehow I wondered if his constant leaking throughout the night might have escalated the multiplicity within me, but it was totally worth it.

Then next hour or so passed in a blur - that massive dick hammering me without end, spilling load after load of the cub's hyperfertile jism within me. According to his doctor, he was getting virile enough that just getting hosed with the stuff would be enough to kickstart anyone with a womb. Any more and he might start pregging folks without 'em. It's a good thing his daddy was here to soak it all up.

After he finally managed to wind down, both of us were left exhausted, cuddling and panting together upon the well-worn changing room bench. My cubcum addition was sated, for now at least, and his balls were sufficiently drained that we could get on with the rest of our shopping trip. He helped me back to my feet, and I managed to get dressed again, happy enough with the four-bra set to wear it home.

He was similarly pleased with his arrangement, opting to wear it in lieu of his previous clothing, showing off his exposed goodies for the adoring public to see as we departed from the store. The price on his exotic little number was pretty high, astonishing as the ensemble was. Thank god I had a coupon.

Making our way through the crowded mall, set on heading home now, we managed to pass through quite the crowd starting to amass in the shopping centre. My little darling was the center of attention, his black-leather-clad goods on display for all to see, rewarding him with both eager eyes, and the dripping loads of more than one onlooker that saw need to reward his scintillating appearance by busting a nut to shower him with. He looked pleased as could be.

On our way out, we noticed a new toy store that had opened up near the exit. Licking the stranger cum from his fur, the little otter tugged softly at my paw when we passed by, looking up with huge, pleading eyes - a trickle of manchowder descending between them. I supposed there was no harm in at least taking him in to browse. But before that little excursion, I thought it prudent to stop off for a quick bite. There was a neat little kiosk where the shopping center rounded a wide corner nearby, above which, in a glass box, you could see a variety of employees hand-picked for their various mammary assets being vigorously and openly milked for the very cream used in the frozen treats served below. It was tasty, and provided a good show as the boy and I exchanged frequent gropes and additional fluids with each other and our fellow patrons throughout the course of the meal.

He was getting eager to start making his own milk, his blossoming little boy boobies with which he'd do the deed already filling out his new garment aptly. He made them look damn good, shame he didn't have a few more sets like his daddy. As much of a pain as it was to heave those eight behemoths about with me throughout the day - every little jostle of the overflowing knockers felt rather delightful, especially in my new getup. It was enough to make a guy wet as a walrus.

Finishing our freshly-milked treats, we absconded to the store he'd spotted, "Ripe 'n' Rowdy", a chain we'd seen in the area frequently. The place was pretty heavily geared towards toys for boys; so most of the dildos and pocket pussies were adorned with designs reminiscent of dinosaurs, popular action cartoon characters, and the like. There was always something interesting to see though. As the boy's attention was immediately grabbed by a rack of well-used cartoon fuckholes on display, trying to dump a load in each as usual, I took quick detour over to see the new arrivals in the far end of the shop.

In a grand display, backed by some rather massive boxes of same the product all packed up, was a model of a long-necked, multi-headed dragon - a Hydra I suppose, with about a dozen winding heads snarling in all directions. Tiny armies of medieval soldiers were printed on the playmat beneath it, either assaulting the beast or bowing subservient before it, it was hard to tell. Each of the heads opened into fleshy interiors with hoses running down the necks into the main body. Behind a seam, it looked like the belly of the beast was actually a large, mostly-full balloon, with spares lined up for resale.

A quick glimpse over a sticky rules pamphlet discarded nearby revealed that the device was meant to serve as a game of sorts, with kids taking turns fucking or nursing the dragon's heads until its belly burst in order to 'defeat' it. In lieu of boring myself with the more intensive optional dice-rolling rules on the back, I called my boy over to come test the thing with me, grinning as his eyes widened in delight at the sight of the monstrous toy.

He quickly started fucking the nearest head, drawing a sigh of admiration from his dear old dad. I reached down to finger him loosely as the dragon's throat began to audibly 'suck', indicating it was his turn, the boy gasping and blowing a thick wad down its throat, causing the belly balloon to slosh and grow slightly larger.

I debated treating one of the beast's heads to cunnilingus, but decided it might work a bit better to attach it to my breast, giving both of my top tits their own head - each clamping snugly as one began to suction, drawing a soft coo that I simply couldn't hold back. Seeing my obvious advantage, the boy whimpered and called my many-tittiedness unfair. He was right of course, but tough luck. Daddy's got the best breasts after all.

As a consolation, I helped him slide down his fetishy harness and hook up two more of the heads to his own cub knockers, drawing a heated gasp from him, surprised at their newfound sensitivity. I smiled and patted his head as it soon came his turn again, one of the heads sucking and drawing first milk from the boy's breast, the other soon joining. The sensations drove him to cum again almost immediately, that load wasted since his nether-dragon wasn't currently sucking. It seemed there was some strategy to this game after all, if holding out until your turn could be made difficult by the advances of other players.

After a few 'rounds' and nearly filling the dragon to bursting, we called it quits, snuggling for a bit in a nearby beanbag to recover. He agreed we wouldn't have room for a monster like that back home, but he might try to convince his teacher to get one for the class at school. My little forward-thinker, he's so good at sharing. After nursing for a bit and playing with daddy's clit, he was ready to get back at it, taking my paw and leading me back over to one of the many dildo aisles - this one dedicated to the cocks of fictional characters.

Torn between a few of the bigger bad-guys from one of his favorite shows, he asked me to help him try them out. I sniffed a few to find the most well-used copies of the ones he picked out, as he got on all fours and presented for daddy. Lifting his tail, his little tush wiggled excitedly, murring as he realized the position would now press his titties to the floor below. His backside was quite the show. Wet and well-used hole sitting above pristine, plump pussylips, themselves straddling the back-end of his oversized cub sack, the leather-draped nuts plopped on the ground and glistening from the feminine honey drooling down over them. God i made a hot kid.

I bent down and slowly pressed a few of the potential suitors into my boy's pussy - groaning and slathering my tongue up into his little rumphole without much ability to resist that manly cub musk he sported. His stench was fantastic, even stronger now that he was pregnant. Judging by the pitch and frequency of his moans, I narrowed down the candidates, until one of the toys, the biggest and blackest of them all, made him visibly shudder and squirt all over me with just the slightest insertion. Left panting from the near-instant climax, he slowly got to his feet, nursing that preggo tummy as he turned around, seeing me examine the base of the toy with scrutiny. "Black Knight, isn't it?" he asked. "I could feel it.. he always makes me splashy like that when he's on tv." the boy explained. His first crush, i could just gush. Oh wait, I was. A soft blush crept over my face as I used a nearby courtesy towel to mop up my little cuntsplosion, and his too. That reminded me of something else we'd be needing soon.

On our way to the checkout aisle, I stopped over in the infants section. Beyond the racks of phallic pacifiers and cum-based baby formula, there was a whole wall dedicated to what I sought. I bought back up with my boy as the store clerk was happily bagging up his acquisition, hefting up my load and adding two packages of padding to our tab. The boy looked at me with confusion, but then remembered we'd be daddies soon, so of course diapers would be needed.

I blushed a bit as the clerk winked at me while ringing them up, she was wise to my needs - noting that the diapers we'd purchased were far too large for our coming spawn. I'm not usually one to be ashamed of my body. I was graced with a fat, manly cunt and the heavy frame needed to lug it and the many kids it bequeathed me around. But one property of my usual pregnancy remained somewhat embarrassing, and I was fairly sure my boy would be inheriting that trait.

The wetness, oh god the wetness. I was already starting to get there, and I could tell he was starting down that road. Gushing, climaxing, orgasming from the slightest provocation. Otters in heat are incorrigible, but otters that are already pregnant? We seem to jettison cum for no reason at all - gallons a day by my count, more if properly agitated. The diapers would be a necessity. I just hope he wouldn't be teased too much at school for them. The brand i picked up was good at expanding. A single set of crinkles would get you through a six hour stretch even if you dumped a whole kiddie-pool in 'em. That said, they tended to sag pretty low when nearing capacity, even sloshing against the ground when fully packed. It's a good thing he was already knocked up, or else sloshing around in a diaper full of his own cum would surely get him there quite quickly.

He had no idea what wonders awaited us on the road to fatherhood.