Slowly, light cascaded down upon a quaint little suburban town. Rows of cookie cutter houses dotted the twisting roads. Family homes, each, amidst a community of friendly individuals and loving couples. As the hemisphere began to turn towards the fall season, so too was school about to begin. Households woke up their youths to get them ready, and one particular home at the end of a cul-de-sac was busy getting ready in their own, special way.
Luneria groaned and tumbled. The light filtering through her blinds coupled with a children’s song playing from her alarm banded together to force her up. The dragon sat up with a yawn, eyes flicking open as she brushed a hand through her purple locks. The motherly dragon stretched her limbs, bones within popping from a long night’s sleep. In her groggy state, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood with a groan, along with a hefty amount of sloshing noises. The sounds continued as she crept towards her attached bathroom, squeezing a set of doorframe-busting hips through the tip gap. The door closed behind her as her flexible tail grasped the doorknob.
The dragoness stood in front of the mirror, looking over her body as she got mentally prepared. While her tail also prepared her shower for her, Luneria’s hands began to check over her body, both through feel and lifting herself around to see. Clad in an exceptionally loose T-shirt, the dragoness admired her sleek, midnight black horns and short purple hair. That shirt was strained around a pair of bulky, armchair-sized breasts, which the exceptionally stretched-out neck hole gave off a hefty amount of cleavage, let alone shoulder. Each slight movement caused her tits to slosh with their contents, warm and eager to be released. It hung dangerously over her nipples, the pair of dinner platters visible if she shook around too much and lifted up the fabric. Her normal pink-colored scales tiger striped into her cool purple underbelly, exposed by her black claws. Those claws trailed down her slender midsection and out again to inspect her wide hips. As big as her breasts were wide, the dragoness’ nude lower form showed off her incredible thighs, hips, and butt, which bounced in every slight movement. She gave it a squeeze. Yep, still just as silky, and extra squishy today!
Next came her important parts, though. A hand grasped at the rim of a condom that was firmly placed at the base of her leg-thick cock. A firm tug, and the thing began to slide down her ridges and over the tip, eliciting a soft groan from above. Luneria was packing, for sure, her shaft was a good two feet thick and almost six feet long. Her larger size kept her mobile, especially since her hangers down there were nearly as round as her butt or breasts were. They, too, sloshed with their cargo, as did the rubber that was as tall as she was. Luneria’s nightly loads were only increasing over the years, and her productivity could be plainly seen as she began to dribble, weep, then flow her lazy cum leakage onto the bathroom’s tiles. With her hands, the dragoness started to lift up her sack while placing one foot on the wall for balance. Meanwhile, her other hands dipped back, feeling between her cheeks. Less seen was her plump cunt; the slit of which could’ve easily swallowed an average person’s torso. Behind her, a donut claimed the same, full and round and perfectly agape. She began to toy with her folds and fist-sized clit, murring as she was beginning to feel the heat from the steamy shower behind her. Knowing her, though, the steam only made her own musky stench rise, combating with the shower’s clean, watery smell until it overpowered it entirely. As she began to admire her scent and started to sweat a bit, that’s when, with a small gasp, her eyes shot open.
Rushing back towards the door, Luneria threw it open and looked towards a nearby corkboard on her wall. A calendar, surrounded by some loving photos, had lines of X’s crossed out followed by a series of big red circles over today’s date. With an excited squeal, followed soon by a rather un-motherly moan, Luneria stormed out of her room, uncaring about her running shower, her state of attire, or how she had left a thick trail of white seed and femcum to string over a good portion of the furniture. She made her way down the hallway, towards a door that was covered in stickers and drawings. Her hand shakily grasped at the handle, and immediately she felt her cum rocket out of her shaft. A dumbfounded smile and blush streaked over her face as she did so, while her snatch squirted juices against the back wall. Slowly, the handle was turned, and a delicate cracking of the door followed after.
Inside was clearly a boy’s room. It had all the markings, from glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling to action figures and video games strewn about. In a spaceship-shaped bed sat a kid, no older than five, with limbs sprawled out and pajamas half revealed by blankets. It was him, her little sleeping angel, and as Luneria caught sight of him, she felt her cum pelt the wall once more with rich potency. She couldn’t help but love her boy; she almost felt like hearts were forming in her eyes, even.
Hatchy was an average, everyday dragon cub. He inherited his mother’s scale colors and pattern, a bit too much some could say. If anything, he was almost an exact replica of her, save for being young and male. To her, though, he was absolutely perfect. Hatchy was the cutest, bravest, most adorable boy that will ever be. Every thought of him that raced through her head brought her to another orgasm, or close to it. She found herself unable to take her eyes off of him, sometimes. The cub was absolutely perfect, and nothing could ever diminish her love for him. The way he hummed while playing, his cute and wide-mouthed smile, how he’d always climb up her to hug her, how he often snuck into her room to cuddle up with her on cold nights. No other person could dare compare to him.
She came harder as she thought of him, and how he came to be. Her memories flashed back to the past, reimagining things. Luneria knew that she could have the perfect family, and so she enacted upon that, one day. Sitting in the bathroom of this very house, Luneria pumped her shaft and came harder and harder with each passing second, refractory period and sensitivity skyrocketing as she knew what she was about to do. Sure enough, filling her entire bathroom to the ceiling with her seed and pulling open her pussy’s folds made sure that she got pregnant, though she was surprised when all of that produced only one fertilized egg within her, and a handsome stud over the next few months.
The pool of white beneath Luneria continued to grow, already seeping around her ankles from how thick it was. Meanwhile, her hand was busy fisting her cunt, as she looked more south to see Hatchy’s legs. There, propping up his blanket, was a set of maleness that could rival her own. The boy’s hyper sack touched the ground at all times of play, and his flaccid shaft was almost two feet wide as it hung down over his balls. She could remember the day it all started, with her hand brushing against her gravid belly, and finding purchase on a lone, thick vein. The next few weeks, all she could do with her hands was please the baby within, as she came time and time again, day after hour after second. She was in love, before he was even born. She had to think of him, of making him feel good, and she continued to play with that obvious cock bulge in her womb until the day he was born a good three weeks after conceiving. And what a birth it was, her orgasms stacking upon one another as she squirted nearly half the room full from his very first snatch stretching session as she came for a full entire day. She could only dote over her newborn hatchling, constantly stroking his shaft with one hand as her other pounded her hole.
And now, today of all days, was no different. Luneria was smitten for her beautiful kid, and for his hung kiddie meat. The dragon mother placed one leg at the top of his doorframe into a vertical split, and she continued to fist herself. What would happen if he woke up and saw her? She was making quite the noise, after all, moaning out his name and dumping copious liquids out of her cunny, plainly in view. The thought excited her, and her juices flowed heartily and noisily as it sprays into his room. She knew, of course, that her scent might entice him to come plow her, but his own musk would overpower it before it even got close. Her shaft was dumping loads down the hallway, a corridor that has seen a fresh new coating nearly every single day. The dragoness was wise to hide it from her boy, as much as she could. Despite her overwhelming love, Luneria wanted her Hatchy to have a normal life, and so had to stop their half hourly masturbation sessions when he started to grow smarter and more memorable. Thus, gave rise to her need to hide the deep love she felt. When he was wandering around and playing, she was often hidden behind a corner, eyeing him and masturbating. The tyke could play simple games and watch TV, which would (she hoped) hide the noises of her slamming up and down on a dildo she specifically ordered to be of a similar size to his own length. It was especially hard to hide that, though, as she kept having to purchase new sizes considering his junk was growing with age. She’d be wearing skimpy clothes in front of him, barely concealing her naughty parts, just so that she could do things like fill his cereal with her own breast milk.
Hatchy stirred, and she gasped, hoping she hadn’t disturbed his rest. It was difficult to obscure her true, lecherous feelings for the kid. She’d spend hours up late at night, watching videos she made of him and achieving hundreds or orgasms, moaning out his name and how much she loved him. But, this day was important, so she had to forgo her normal cumming-her-brains-out routine in order to prepare. Luneria’s mind raced back to the day that this was all set up.
“Lunie, honey, I assure you that it’d be good for the boy! It’ll get him active and meet tons of new friends, maybe make some new friends, too.”
Luneria stood there, claws gripping a phone with one hand and her barely-contained shaft in the other. She could hear Hatchy playing in the other room, and her panties were having a tough time restraining her. Talking with her best friend, Professor Penelope Doe, over the phone about him didn’t help in that regard. The dragoness gave a muffled little moan as she felt semen leak through her panties. Her penis was always leaking, somewhat, she her pleasure was almost always hyper sensitive.
“I-I know, but… I was so set on homeschooling him. I want to be around my darling little Hatchy for all his life. Taking care of him, making sure he’s fed, fu-f-f-fiiiguring out what he needs, that sort of thing.”
“Dear, I know how it is, trust me. My sons are a handful to their momma, too. Maybe even a fistful-” There was a faint, wet noise on the other side of the phone, as Penelope lowered her voice. “Oohh, dear, go and play with your sisters for a bit. Mommy has to talk to her friend for now, okay? I’ll be right with you to join in. Yes, yes, we can play more ‘Family’ games, now scoot…!” With a giggle, the deer’s voice returned to the phone. “Lunie, sweetie, public school will be fine. Besides, you don’t have to worry about any of that.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“Well, the school allows the kids’ moms to come, too, at least for a little bit. It’s an evaluation period, to make sure their babies are well taken care of.”
“I-… I don’t know…”
“I said to trust me, hun. Hatchy will be perfectly fine. He might even come back every day with more pent-up energy than now!”
“W-well, alright. B-but I want to be there for at least… a week! Maybe more…”
“Totally fine. Most parents spend a good week there before they can even fit out of the front door, hehe. I’ll see you on opening day!”
Luneria remembers not being able to ask her about that, but the stacking orgasms on top of one another after hearing her son’s name also shook her brain to the core. Today, she watches as Hatchy begins to rise from his slumber. She sucks in a breath of air and looks over her nude form in a panic, rushing back through the cum-filled hallway to grab a few towels from her bathroom. Decency is key! A towel around her hair and horns, a big one tied around her torso, and the hot sweat coating her scales made it appear like she just stepped out of the shower. With confidence, she slowly opened her son’s door, a wide smile plastered over her face.
“Goooooood morning, sweetie scales! I hope my big man had a big sleep before his big day?”
Hatchy, meanwhile, was busy wiping the sand from his eyes, yawning loudly. Sitting up, as far as he could with his legs spread around a him-sized bulge, the pajama-clad hatchling smiled tiredly at his mother. “Mmm, morning mommy… I slept lots, mhmm…!” Gosh, was he just the most adorable thing to ever exist. Luneria’s heart skipped a beat just listening to his voice.
The dragon mother wandered into his room, oblivious to how the hallway outside was ankle-deep in cum, how she trailed the stuff inside, or how the tip of her shaft was clearly visible being strained downwards like that. Her hips sashayed in an enticing manner, eyes focused on him like a hungry predator. Their distance closed quickly, and she used both hands to hoist the child up. “Mmm, good boy! We’re gonna have lots of fun together today, okay?” Luneria hugged him close, pulling him between breasts that were bigger than he was, with an excited coo and a euphoric smile. The thought of how close they were, a mere thin fabric being the only thing stopping their bare bodies from touching, it sent bucketfuls of cum racing out of her cock and into his carpet. She could see his hefty, pajama-clad bulge, and came even harder. Closer and closer she leaded her head in, tilting and slowly giving in to her fantasies as she prepared to make out with her own son…
A breeze on her back brought her out of her haze. Her towel had come undone! If she let go of him, or even turned around, he’d see her nude butt, puss and all! She tried (and failed) to hold back another orgasm at the thought, before she placed Hatchy back down and held onto her towel for dear life. “A-aaah, right! Mommy has a f-few more things to do before we go, okay? So, get ready and I’ll be downstairs for breakfast!” Luneria could feel her blush burning over her scales, and she waited for Hatchy to sleepily nod and turn around before she bolted. The mother didn’t dare to look back and see if her son saw her bare butt, but she wondered if he did look…?
No matter! Well, all of the matter, but still! She had to get ready, herself. Back into the bathroom she went, towels flung off and steamy shower engaged. Luneria at least hoped her moans as she came another dozen times into their industrial-grade shower drain were muffled. It took her an entire half hour for her to exit the bathroom, all dolled up and tanks freshly emptied. A simple blouse and blazer, panties, and mom jeans were donned, all of them only barely fitting her large form. This was strange considering these fit her not a week ago, now they hugged her bits and showed off plenty of curves, as well as exposed her bare belly to the world. There was no time for re-thinking the outfit, though, as her Hatchy needed her for his breakfast!
Her form jostled back and forth as she hurried, Luneria’s scales a blur of color as she sped into the nearby kitchen. A bowl was prepped, sugary cereal deposited, and a blush spread around her snout. She knew Hatchy would be down in just a moment, so the horny dragon lifted up her top to expose a breast. Clawed hands squeezed at her tit, and a burst of pressurized milk spew forth not a moment later, filling the bowl and splattering over the back of the kitchen counter. Despite being empty, she felt oh so full again, as her erect nipple continued to pump copious dragoness fluid into wherever it aimed. Luneria heard tiny footfalls coming down the stairs, so she hurried to turn away from Hatchy before he rounded the corner.
Despite the rather loud and lewd splattering and her labored gasps of pleasure, Luneria held a calm composure, turning so her far side was facing Hatchy as he pulled a chair back from the table. She could even see his little legs dangling as he had to climb over his bulge to get onto the chair. He was just so adorable, wearing one of his tiny gaming T-shirts and a pair jean of boyshorts, complete with a huge pocket for his bulge. Luneria, with a hum of happiness, leaned towards him and deposited the bowl in front of her darling boy. “Here you are, sweetie. Mommy will always be here to love you…!” She could almost feel the hearts in her eyes as she watched, only broken from her stare by Hatchy’s words.
“Mmmn, could I have a spoon too, mommy?” Her eyes shot open. Of course! How could she forget something as simple as that! Hopefully he would forgive her. She turned away in embaressment, and to help her boob unload into the sink. “O-o-o-of course, my dear! Anything for you! Mommy is so sorry!” A deft tail opened a nearby drawer, selecting a spoon, and bringing it over to her child’s bowl, where she was given a wonderous, child-like grin of happiness as she looked back at him. Phew! It was such a relief, seeing him so happy after that mess! “Th-there you go, my sweet. It’s all for you, everything for you…” Luneria gave a sly little wink, and went back to her milking duties.
A few minutes went by as Luneria prepared for their day, as well as grabbing a few mouthfuls of her own nectar for the road. She made sure everything was present in his super cool backpack, like his lunch, some pieces of spare paper and crayons, pictures of the two of them, contact number to reach her, toys, the usual. Despite her wanting to carry it all for him, she acquiesced to his request to carry it, himself. It didn’t stop her from carrying him around, though! Together, the two of them entered the car, bulges smushed in the front seating area, and thus begun the small drive to school.
Luneria was trying her hardest, honest! Every few seconds she gazed over at Hatchy, and felt cum trying to clamber up her tube. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, like a raging inferno would soon consume her entire being. The buzzer between her legs nearly throbbed in a hidden anticipation, wanting to be thoroughly smashed for all eternity by her beautiful baby boy. Before long, though, the two of them pulled into the parking lot, where the dragoness’ exit from the car was accompanied by several thick strands of femjuices clinging to her entire rear. Luneria smiled down at Hatchy, who beamed back up at her with the most loving of expressions, as the pair held hands and wandered towards the Penelope Doe Preschool.
As they entered the building, they were met with a wide smile from Penelope herself. “Lunie, darling, it’s so good to see you! Been waiting here for your big day!” The rather buxom deer strode towards the two, giving Luneria a huge hug. The doe’s top was nearly completely open, thanks to a pair of torso-sized breasts that burst all but one button on her top. Her hips were similar, doorframe-threatening and only barely concealed by a too-short skirt, while left plenty of asscheek on display. The dragoness smiled warmly at her friend, and returned the hug in kind. It had been too long, and the two blouse-stretching ladies finally had another chance to meet up. The hug expired, but Luneria could’ve sworn that Penelope grabbed at her ass for just a moment. “Mmmn, it’s been a while, Penny. H-how are the kids…?”
“Which batch? The three-year-old triplets or the ones I popped out yesterday? Haha!” Penelope started a small giggling fit at the words. Luneria gave a small, confused chortle as well. Clearly, Penelope was referring to the baby she had birthed about two years ago… right? The thought of her words being completely accurate, though… The dragoness’ legs quivered at the thought, imagining it being her and Hatchy- No! F-focus, Luneria! This is Hatchy’s big day, after all!
“And this is Hatchy, huh? Lunie’s told me all about you, for hours on end! I’m sure you’ll fit right into this place, as well as you’d fit in your mommy!” Luneria’s lewd train of thought was broken by a soft smooching sound, turning to see Penelope’s breasts smothering against her son as the doe gave a sweet smooch to his forehead. She was about to say something when Penvelope broke that hug, too. “Well, shall we head on over to your class? Miss Mayweather is already expecting a new arrival.”
The busty doe led the pair down the rather silent halls. Many classrooms appeared empty, though plenty of faculty wandered around. She only saw females, though she could almost taste a whiff of musk from some of their passersby. Finally, Penelope delivered them to the room with a delightful cheer. “Ta-dah! Room 035! Miss Mayweather is inside!” She opened the door for Luneria to move inside, though not before the deer gave the dragoness a swift slap to her jiggly rear. “Knock ‘em up, honey!” Penelope said, as Luneria spurt fluids once more.
Luneria tried to respond, but Penelope had already fled the scene. Her attention turned back towards the classroom, where she was quite astonished. She looked at the kids, varying species and sexes, but all of them held some form of hyper genes. Boys and girls alike had special crotch pouches that outlined every inch and detail of their logs, some had tops that clung to chair-and-up-sized breasts, and others still had asses where either the outlines of donuts or their wide frames could easily swallow the beanbags they sat upon. The scent hit her second, a cavern of roiling smells of hormones and sex organs that nearly made her go into a rut on the spot. The dragoness was distracted enough that she didn’t notice the teacher approaching before hands were rubbing over Luneria’s body.
The piercing eyes of a black-skinned, white-wooled sheep peered over the pair like a carnivore, as she began to touch at the taller dragon. “Mmmnnh, sssso, darrrling. You must be our newest charges, hmmn? One needy dragoness and her adorably potent son, correct?” Her voice was mellifluous, a southern tang mixed sweetly with high-class sophistication that echoed from her luscious pair of thick, black lips. The teacher sashayed her hips every so heavily as her fingers traced over the hems of Luneria’s clothes. Like the other staff, the ewe’s body was pleasingly proportioned, tits that could take up an entire teacher’s desk surface and still hang over the edge, and hips that would get stuck in most jumbo recliners. Thought she couldn’t be certain, Luneria could almost see the outlines of prominent, erect nipples through the fabric of the sheep’s wooly sweater; an article of clothing that was long enough to hide any view above her bare thighs. Though, Luneria was more distracted by those agonizingly-pleasing touches when she caressed the dragoness’ barely-restrained bulge and top. “Oh! Where are my manners? You can call me Miss Mayweather, or perchance Diana if you prefer. Don’t you worry, my dear. We here at Penelope Doe will take great care of you and all of your babies…”
Diana leaned down after letting Luneria out of her stupor to see Hatchy. Bending the legs, the sheep made as close of contact with the boy as she could. “And this lil’ cute-as-a-button is Hatchy, I presume?” She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, pulling Hatchy into her cavernous, sweater-coated cleavage as her legs spread wide and leaned in close. “Well, sugar, you’ll- mmmnnfh- have a great time playing with new companions and your mommy. Fuck, I’m cumming, mmmn…” she whispered to the kid.
She reared back up with a relieved sigh, patting down her sweater. “There’s room in the back for you both, sweet peas. We’ll have oodles of hands-on fun for your first day here.” The dragoness seemed at least placated by the events. Luneria bent forward to take Hatchy’s hand and bring them both to the back, where she sat down on an extra large beanbag and placed Hatchy on her chest shelf. Oddly, there appeared to be a significant wet spot on the front of Hatchy’s pants, as well as a black lipstick mark on his cheek. A quick emergency towelette helped to clear up that odd occurrence, though. For now, Miss Mayweather took the class through some basic fundamentals. A lot of playing, a little bit of teaching, and tons of high praise and hugs from the voluptuous ewe. Two or more times, when she put her hands on Luneria’s cheeks, she thought they were about to engage in a full-own French kissing session, only for Diana to help clear some of the lingering, glistening sweat the dragoness was giving off.
All in all, the day progressed smoothly. With pleading requests, Hatchy continually asked his mother about playing with the other kids, which she reluctantly agree to allow, with caution. Though she let him do what he wanted, Luneria always watched him closely. His joyous expression as he played with other hyper cubs brought a smile to her face and a skip to her heartbeat. Hatchy played with blocks with others, pretended to drive around a few toy cars, even ended up in an intense tickle session with some other boys. She could feel her love for him growing ever stronger, as did the tightness in her loins and the growing stains she produced. Maybe, just maybe, this place would be kind to him after all.
Once again lost in a son-focused trance, she barely noticed when Hatchy climbed onto her lap and curled up. His soft snoring broke the trance, as she noticed a lot of the kids laying down for a swift nap after expending their energy. Gosh, they were all just so cute, so adorable, so… fuckable. Their combined aura of sex-stench was affecting Luneria, as she felt her cock harden as much as it could in its confined space. She began to pant more heavily, sweat harder, moan out Hatchy’s name as she rubbed over him. “My perfect, little child…” she whispered. Diana came by and offered a water bottle, which Luneria quickly accepted and thanked.
“Don’t worry, pudding. I keep plenty of water around so the kids can keep up with multiple rounds of playtime.” The sheep walked back to her desk, sashaying hips once more. Luneria could’ve sworn she saw a faint white fluid leaking between her thighs, but Mayweather didn’t seem too concerned, so it was probably just a mistaken flash of white wool. The water, though, didn’t help Luneria much. Her needs were far past any limit she previously had.
The next hour was full of tests of her perseverance. The kids, stirred from sleep, began their play once more, and Luneria’s ability to hold back was wavering. Multiple times, kids and even Hatchy himself bumped their bulges against the swollen outlines of her holes, making her fire out a spray of fluids not long after each one. Hatchy was eager when show-and-tell time called upon him, where he and a full-body blushing Luneria stood in front of the class, as he near gave her a heart attack when he showed the class a bottle of ‘white goo’ he collected from their haunted home. The flustered dragoness tried, and failed, to hide her bulging penis behind her as she produced a similar, clear goop onto the floor. During a break, the motherly scalie took her boy to the restroom, only to sit there and watch him from over the stalls as she slowly filled a good hip-high flood of preseed and estrus.
Finally, the pair return to the classroom, though Luneria doesn’t notice her state from the waist down. In her lust-addled mind, her mom jeans were left forgotten in the bathroom. Discarded. Unnecessary. Now all she had covering her crotch was a pair of centimeter-thin, lacey, crotchless panties that bared her plump cunt for the world to see. Her shaft had grown so hard in its confines that the fabric was wet, torn, and stretched enough to show off her balls to anyone that saw her. Hatchy ran off to join a group of kids as Luneria sat down, not truly noticing how she had sat within a circle of other cubs, kits, and young ones alike. Her hand was idly stroking her exposed base along a wrist-thick cockvein. “Gosh, have you ever seen such a perfect little boy? I can only imagine as he fucks me with his mega kiddie cock, plowing my needy pedo cunt while we grow and breed an endless family…”
Luneria can’t believe how long it’s been since she last came. Ever since Hatchy’s birth, the most she’s been able to abstain has been just under half an hour, and that took her entire concentration. Now she was openly masturbating, in front of all these kids, showing her throbbing shaft while fingering herself and muttering softly. The dragoness felt so depraved, thinking about her son that way. But now, her inhibitions were suppressed, her need for sex too high for her reserved feelings to stop. Her balls gurgled and glorped, surging out in size as she prepared more loads. Her womb felt so empty yet so full, like she was generating countless eggs for her boy to impregnate. “So many kids we’ll have, so much sex, cumming end on end as we get married and loving each other forever more. Gosh, I’m such a pedo, wanting my son to breed me and start a brand new family tree. I want to ride his cock, fuck our kids, feel him wedged between my thighs and plowing my kid-needy cunt. Love you, love you, love you so much, my little h-h-husband…” She was lost in her throes of pleasure before her clarity snapped back. Instinctively, she stopped and tried to hide her grown bits to no avail, as she saw the nearby children staring at her embarrassed state. The blush, she felt, could have coated her whole body.
Thankfully, the kids didn’t really know much of what she had said, but a well-endowed lamb girl did begin to repeat the word ‘pedo’ over and over again in a playful tone after the dragoness muttered it. An ashamed Luneria tried to calm her down by saying it was a secret word, which seemed to placate the kid. The thought of that word, though, and it being applied to her made her horniness reach even high levels once more. Through the rest of the midday, Hatchy participated in various activities with a bright smile to his face. At recess, Luneria had to watch from behind a few different barriers or playground equipment, as she dared not show how she was feeling all around her holes, dick, tits, everywhere. During storytime, Luneria muffled her moans with a floor pillow as the kids’ combined musk and hormones were driving her insane. A picture was taken after the class has a finger-painting session, where Luneria was seen with her son and the various adult-sized paint claw prints that coated her mostly-revealed body. Near the end of the day, Luneria, with Hatchy in her lap, raised her hand like a loyal schoolgirl. “U-uhhmm, t-teach! M-may I use the b-bathroom?”
Luneria’s stammer came with her disheveled appearance. Due to her tits being massively bloated with milk, her blouse was shredded and hung well above her nipples. Down below, at some point, her panties had simply snapped and were laying across an empty chair in the back. With a curious head tilt, Miss Mayweather gave Luneria the go ahead, along with a sly little smirk behind her. “Do be back soon, darling. The fun has yet to cum.” The dragoness shot up before she could think about that, Hatchy in her arms, and bolted for the bathroom down the hall. She didn’t even notice as her hard, pulsating dick drenched a few kids in lazy arcs of cum, or how her leaky tits knocked over a few things in the classroom. Her womb felt bloated with eggs, her pussy and donut felt like they could swallow a kid whole, and everything was completely on display for all the cubs to see.
The door to the bathroom was nearly knocked off its hinges as she burst through, precum from their earlier escapade flooding past Luneria’s waist like tar. Few moments made her as horny as now, where she felt even the gentlest of breezes would set off her orgasms for life. The matronly dragoness took her son into the wider stall in the back, surprisingly spacious for what would become a carnal act. Luneria placed Hatchy down on the lid of the bowl, where he could stare up as his mother. Her eyes pierced through him like a predator as she lowered herself down to his level. “Hatchy, dear… M-mommy’s gonna… play a new game with you, okay? It’s called…Family…!”
“What do I gotta do, mommy?” Hatchy sat forward with rapt attention at the thought of playing a new game. A gentle palm from his mother settled him back down, where his spread legs around his bulge were open for her needs. “Mmmn, just relax sweetie, and let mommy take care of you, okay?” Like a hungry animal, Luneria opened her maw and chomped down on her son’s zipper. She slowly peeled the metal downwards, a tooth hooked into the loop. The mere revealing of his rocket ship-covered underwear let the horny mother whiff at his intense musk, whereupon her cunt quivered and exploded immediately. Luneria knew her place, as a mother, and that was to take proper care of her child.
Pants were dropped into the flooded floor, and with tongue and tooth, underwear as well. Now she was directly face-to-face with the most perfect cubby cock that had even been. Four feet long, four and a half, five, Hatchy’s body was reacting to all this stimuli that he didn’t understand. “M-m-mommy…? What’s h-happening to my-” “Shhh, shh, shh, shh, m-my sweetie. Let momma take care of your precious, flawless cock with my need, p-pedo body, okay?” He nodded in response, still a bit scared, but a combination of his mother’s clawtips interlacing with his as her tongue slithered around his six- no, seven-foot shaft was enough to illicit a moan from the tyke.
“I-I’ll be your teacher, Hatchy. This i-is a blowjob, and then we’ll get to the fun part: sex. Mommy will be with you the whole way, only the best for you, my love…” Luneria began her life’s mission: servicing her child, making a family with him, breeding continuously. Her womb ached, eggs splintering and multiplying in anticipation as she felt herself becoming even more hyper fertile. In addition, with every taste and slurp she took, she could tell Hatchy was just as hyper virile. A yang to her yin. A key to her lock. As she began to bob her head up and down his length, eyes watching him as he writhed in unknown pleasure, she knew that he’d claim every one of the eggs she put forth for him.
That’s when Hatchy moaned, and in an instant, Luneria came. Her orgasm widened her own dick, unattended and nearly ten feet in diamond-solid length, another foot as her cumpipe was stretched around the flow. Behind her, Luneria’s cunt spasms and shot out estrus at an alarming rate. All of her holes trembled in need, Luneria’s heat and rut extending further, to the point she didn’t know if she could ever return. She knew, her addiction had started in earnest.
Hatchy was more important, though. Luneria was determined to give him the best head of his life, and to only give even better ones from here on out. So, she slurped, she gulped, she moaned and yelled. Luneria tried to make the loudest, sloppiest, most disgustingly lewdest of noises and techniques to help him feel good. She wanted to make sure he knew that she needed him, and her place was to serve him and love him forever and ever. His pre shot down her throat and exploded out of her nose, but she didn’t cave even for a second. From tip to base, every time, her head bobbed wildly and needily, and she loved every moment of it. If people outside could hear them, she didn’t care. Her angel needed his momma’s service.
Luneria popped off of his cock with a satisfying moan. She was coated before, but now she was positively drenched in his fluids, matting to her hair, scales, everywhere. She could only marvel at how Hatchy’s length continued to pup neck-thick streams of precum constantly, even as she began a quick titjob and a kiss to his slit. But, it was time for the main event. Like a bitch in heat, the dragoness turned around, letting her slightly-filled cumgut and expansive ass crash into the sides of the stall, which were summarily knocked over. “Okay Hatchy… this time, we’ll start a real family, okay? When you f-fuck mommy’s huge, sopping wet, sloppy pedo cunny. Just put your throbbing, sexy, perfect cock into me back here, okay honey?” The nepi dragoness wiggled her hips, presenting herself to him. By now, with their fluids, the sea inside the bathroom flowed up to his hips. He was staring into her wide maws, twin caverns back there unabashedly gaping wide for his use.
“Right here, mommy…?” He asked, standing on the lid now. His precious face was flush with red, looking at his momma’s slutty, cavernous hole while a small hand stroked at a wrist-sized vein involuntarily. “Yeesss, baby… shove it inside mommy and… and fuck her! Plow her! Show her that you own her and that her pussy is all yours!” Luneria wiggled her hips to and fro, letting her latent orgasms coat her boy’s penis in extra layers of lube. The two finally met as his shaft snagged on one of her folds, and together they pushed.
Luneria’s orgasm redoubled instantly, naughtily pumping out more cum and breaking some of the bathroom tiles from the force. Her dreams were finally comin to fruition. How she always waited for this day, to have her fields plowed by her immaculate child, seeding the next generation or 40 within her, and planning to breed all of their offspring together. She babbled as her mind went blank, only coming back in brief moments to deliver animalistic grunts while her body worked on autopilot. The two were running on instinct, Hatchy thrusting up only a tiny bit as Luneria pounded her cunt on his growing boydick as hard as she possibly could.
“Sh-shhiiiittt… M-more Hatchy! Fuck-! Mommy-! More-! G-gosh, m-more! M-mommy needs your big, fat cockkkuuuhhhhhnnnnmmmfff!” She moaned out with love. Luneria’s mind was a collection of sparks, fireworks of pleasure wracking her with orgasm after orgasm. The open drains gave up the ghost as their thick lovemaking juices clogged them easily. The tide rose as the dragoness raised one leg and balanced her foot on the top of the stall, so she could pound her boy so much harder. All of her holes, from snatch to nipples to cock, all continued to produce more with each passing second. Her powerful hips rode Hatchy like she depended on it, because she did, of course. Like her mouth before, she took him from base to tip, while her grip on the broken stall helped to move her in an undulating circular motion.
“M-moommmyyyy… I feel… I feel like I g-gotta pee…!” The rumble of his balls as they seized up, the spreading of his width and his cum tube was filled, the cute little look on his face as he moaned out an orgasm. It was all such a loving sight for Luneria, who began to clench and milk her son with everything she had. Her hips absolutely smashed against his, working him harder and faster to the point where even the toilet under him began to crack and break, and the wall behind that showing significant damage. “Yes, baby, do it! Let it all out into mommy! T-turn her into your needy pedo sperm bank! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! My holes are yoooouuursh!”
Her mind exploded into sparks as Hatchy’s latest orgasm detonated inside of her. Warm, virile, potent, white seed cascaded into her ready manufactory, prepped for the production of the millennium. Eyes rolled back as she felt each and everyone one of her eggs becoming claimed in a single second, only for her womb to produce more potential offspring to be taken. Wind left her lungs in a breathless gasp of happiness, mouth agape and lips curled into a smile. She had gotten what she has always wanted, what she always deserved. Being a cumdump for her son’s growing brood, taking care of his every whim and need was what she was destined. Gallon after tens of gallons emptied into her hungry factory, and she began to bloat. The two’s combined fluids and output was pushed away in the wake of Luneria’s ever-growing belly, thickening hips, and expanding bosom. Pound after pound made her gut billow out, consuming more of the bathroom as stalls, fixtures, everything in its way was pushed aside.
“Yeeessshhh babyyyy! Cuuuhm for muh-mommmmyyyyy! Breed mommy like she deserves, and never take your magnificent, perfect cock out of my cubby-addicted tunnel! I love you so much Hatchy, I love you I love you I love you IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIlove fuuuUUUUUCK YES! MMMMMOOOOOOOHHHRRREE!” Luneria screamed out. The bathroom was loud, between her moans, the impressive amount of fluids being pushed out, and the wanton destruction and property damage. For a whole two minutes, Hatchy continued to pump his virility into his mother’s yawning chasm of a cunt, yet no matter how much he filled it, she still felt far too empty. The kid grew slightly weary after their intense fuck-fest, lazily gripping onto Luneria’s donut and then leaning in to kiss one of her buttcheeks.
In an instant, the kiss to Luneria’s butt brought her back in an instant. With a sudden gasp, the overfull dragoness launched herself forward onto her belly, barely moving two or three feet before her stuffed cumgut, overflowing tits, and engorged cocktip pressed against the far wall. Hatchy’s penis plopped out of her with the wettest schlorping noise ever conceived, as his now eight-foot-long tool came without resistance, and continued to rain seed down in strong arcs. Luneria’s body, what was above the shoulder-high water line, was constantly doused with his swimmers. In her lust-drunk stupor, the dragoness craned her head back, and nearly lost herself again when she saw how much her kid’s cock had grown inside her. Despite stacking her squirting orgasms back there, drenching Hatchy in cunt love, Luneria could only barely control herself, lest she stick herself back on the tyke’s length and started all over again.
“H-h-hhhuuaaaah… H-Ha-Haatchy…Mmmnnhhhhhh… W-we have to… get back to class, sweetie. W-w-we’ll c-continue this… at home! O-okay? Then we don’t have to… stop. E-ever…” Luneria mumbled out to her son. With effort, and losing dozens of gallons of hyper-virile seed from her gaping hole every second, the motherly dragon turned back to face her son with a shaky smile. By now, between their bodies, the bathroom was almost completely full of their juices, leaving Hatchy stranded atop his mother’s thick ass and tail, the latter of which brought him closer. “You make mommy… so happy, my dear… M-mommy loves you, forever…!” Luneria whispered to him, ending with a passionate kiss to the lips.
Hatchy could barely mumble a response. His shaft was still cumming, and hard. It simply splattered off the ceiling and joined the pool beneath. Luneria kept their lips locked as she, somehow, waddled towards the bathroom door. Cock-and-belly-first, the door was pushed open and off its hinges, as a deluge of mixed cum poured forth and filled the hallways. The two new lovebirds squeezed their way into the hall, surprisingly, where her body began to lose much of its belly size thanks to every wall and ceiling pressing into her. By the time they returned to the classroom, Luneria’s orgasm had lessened to a constant flow, while Hatchy’s was still going strong. Despite her words, she couldn’t keep her hands off of him, an idle hand stroking his length until she simple had to give him yet another blowjob.
Hatchy was wedged between her breasts, moaning out ever so cutely as he blasted his mother’s throat with gallons of fresh nut batter. Luneria, meanwhile, did as much as she could to sate him. She took him from tip to base, squeezed at his sack with her tongue, moaned loud enough for the vibrations to stimulate him. She was his mommy, after all, and she knew she had to take care of her belovie sweetie pie. Her pace continued nonetheless, and the dragoness could barely read a note taped to the door of the classroom through the musky haze the two had created, clouding her mind in a complete need to breed. The sign directed them that the class had moved to the auditorium. His shaft popped out of her mouth as she read, nose blowing cum bubbles from how stuffed full the matronly broodwhore was. So, the cum-laden Luneria and her darling, cumming son made their way towards the largest space in the building, leaving a deluge of seed, milk, and degenerate professions of love in their wake.
The two entered what felt like a jumbo aircraft hangar. The far stage was being closely grouped around by two dozen kids or so, while the raised space was occupied by none other than Penelope Doe. With a microphone headband over her noggin, she beckoned the newcomers closer as her voice softly echoed over the chamber. “There’s the couple of the hour! Come closer, sweeties, and join us! Plenty of space to sit and ferment!” True to her words, the space that Luneria and Hatchy approached was laden with gigantic pillows, blankets, and tons of plushie toys. The dragoness thanked any higher power she could that Penelope didn’t notice neither the destruction the two had caused nor their very… nude forms. Maybe there was just enough clothes left to hide it? She took what blessings she could get, as the hyper dragoness sat down upon a pillow big enough for her child-swallowing, gaping wide, cum-gushing, kiddie-loving cunt.
“Now, normally this is more casual, but we have to give a show for our new guests. We here at Penelope Doe would like to formally invite Miss Luneria and her adorably potent son Hatchy to our community! Kids, everyone clap for your new friend and mommy!” Following her lead, the cubs all clapped while the professor smirked lewdly. “So, how about we get to the real show, okay kids? Today’s lesson is…” Penelope grasped at her blouse down the middle. With great strength, she tore it in half, as the compression failed. Her form nearly quadrupled in width, tits as big as Luneria’s and an ass to match. In front of her, a writhing, kicking belly that threatened to birth at least five dozen newborns. The professor moaned out into the mic as she grasped her leaking, milky breasts, then giggled. “-Fucking your mommies! Just like every day! Let’s give Luneria and Hatchy a real P.Doe welcome!”
As Penelope spoke, both staff and some family members emerged from both stage sides. The panda receptionist only wore 10 or so vibrating beads for all of her holes, be those nipples, ass, or pussy. Diana Mayweather revealed her form under that stuffy coat, showing that her fur was shaved in such a way that it looked like a crotchless micro bikini set, giving full view of her puffy nipples and needy womanhood. Moms of all shapes, species, sizes, and pregnancies were present, many of which looked almost exactly like their offspring below. Happy babbles, chirps, and cries for ‘mommy’ came from the kids, while all the parents worked their ways down. Some crawled sensually towards their charges, others stroked their mom-cocks to the thought of impregnating their kids once again today, and others still simply impaled their caves on monster cubby shafts.
Luneria was shocked at this sudden turn of events. Her orgasm started to flare up once again, while she was at a loss for words at the depravity of what was occurring. Despite her own debauchery, she never would have guessed the school, let alone her best friend, would participate in what looked like heaven. In her stunned state, Luneria didn’t even notice as Penelope approached, son in one arm and dick stroked in the other. “Lune, sweet pea, I told you that you’d like it here! Now, you don’t have to worry anymore. You can fuck your baby boy all you want, deliver untold babies with him, start a new family tree… And then we can do the same tomorrow, too!” Penelope leaned in to sloppily French kiss her two-year-old son, making his five-foot penis cum loads back into the growing orgy near the stage. Their kiss drenched both of their faces and upper torsos in saliva, as the growing bumps in the professor’s womb got more restless. “Oooogh… isn’t that right, ‘Daddy?’ You want to get our girls more sisters before they’re born, don’t you?”
As the tiny buck gave a moaning little babble of approval, and Penelope laid him down to start her cowgirl session, Luneria stammered out once more. “H-h-h-h-wh-who-wh-why-what is… wh-what is this…!? I-I-I-I-uhhhmmmnnnhhhh…! I d-don’t-” Clearly, the dragoness was conflicted, seing this all and sending a shock to her brain. As she blasted cum out once more, she seemed overwhelmed by both the sheer potential with her son in an acceptable environment, and at the sheer lunacy of the situation. Fully inserted and riding, Penelope reached out a hand to rub at Luneria’s cumgut belly, where she began to run her hand along a suspiciously stiff form within.
“Luneria, mmmn, silly. You can do this. I said you would like it here, and I meant it. Mmmnnh, fuck… Just let Hatchy cum inside you, and you two can be a family like you always- AaAaAaAaaaaAAAAgh, fuck! Cumming! Cumming, baby! Fill me with more of your incestuous, inbred babies! Make more mommies in my woooOOOOMB! Breed our kids, and breed those kids! Never pull your dick out, baby, I’m all yours forevvvvveeerrrrh! FFFUUUUuUUUuUUuUUUCCCKHH!” Penelope seemed lost in the throes of orgasm, as her belly bagan to expand with every shot. It nudged against Luneria’s own, and sent a spark off in her head. So warm, so inviting, so fulfilling…
She brought Hatchy around again, whose orgasm never stopped even once. “Hatchy… f-forget what I said. Let’s p-play Mommy and Daddy again, o-okay? And we… we don’t have to stop. We can play it for as long as you want, whenever you want. Even if it’s… out in the open. Okay?” She removed his cum-stained shirt, tossing it aside. Useless. All that mattered now… was hot, sweaty, steamy, musky fucking. They had to breed like ferals, like they were meant to do. After all, they had all the time in the world to make up for the year that Luneria stopped touching her son.
Hatchy nodded, and gave a big, wide smile. “Sure, Momma! Love you so much, we’ll make a good Mommy and Daddy!” Her heart skipped a beat, Luneria could feel as if her irises were replaced with hearts. They shared another kiss and a hug, before she leaned down. The dragoness laid her son down on a nearby pillow, as Luneria backed up her butt to him. Despite her immensely bloated body, she began to give him a lap dance, seducing her own son. Both her donut and cunt kissed at their new owner, the length that would pierce them forevermore. The cum and slime she let out helped with extra lubrication, even as Hatchy’s cum flow splattered down on top of them like a waterfall of paint. All around them, kids likewise participated with other children or adults, showing their complete rakishness at this criminal act. Love did not stop at age, better to teach the kids straight out of the womb how to plow and sow, or even before they leave their mothers if possible.
It only took a few minutes before every hallway gets a fresh blanket of white sludge. Doors and windows are forced open as kiddie cum flows out like a new river, cascading into drains to enter the local sewer system. Industrial drains inside worked overtime to keep up with the flow, as 30-odd children, plus their parents and teachers, began their hours-long orgy. Moans were shouted, felonious phrases were tossed around like they were terms of endearment, and morals everywhere were thrown out with their seed. Teachers ate our boys’ butts while they shoved their penises into their moms, little girls were getting multiple generations of offspring bred inside of them, and Luneria was all in the middle of it. She watched her best friend pop out that two-year-old, nine-foot-long dick so that she could give birth right then and there, only to impale herself upon that rod once more as their offspring began to naturally breed each other. Diana was busy with her own daughter, who was ramming her five-foot-wide cock into the curvaceous teacher, while constantly calling her mom a ‘pedo.’ The dragoness might’ve came on the spot again, but that privilege was taken by a recently-born goat boy’s shaft that was shoved down her throat. Luneria could only pump at his three-foot-wide dick a few times before withdrawing his dick. After all, his twin brother from a set of nonuplets, required his dick to be sucked now, and back and forth it went.
Underneath, Luneria knew that only her Hatchy got the best seat; surrounded by pillows and crushed by the softest, most motherly ass in the room, he was starting to thrust up into his mother’s soft, needy cunny. Despite having been cumming since they left the bathroom 30 minutes ago, Hatchy’s orgasm hadn’t even stopped his first rope. His 15- no, 16, 17-foot long shaft was wedged deep inside the dragoness, as his mother moaned out for more, more, more! Her belly had reached an impressive 100 feet in width, and she could feel every thrust Hatchy made was rubbing up against forms within her. Finally, she’d have thought. Finally, their family had truly begun. All those years ago, when she impregnated herself, she was determined to have a 100% inbred family, and it was finally coming true. Their family tree would be more of a spider web, stretching out into the unknown, limitless.
Time seemed to flow in bouts of consciousness. The pleasure was so immense for the once-more-mother, getting a dream come true and getting her hyper fertile womb bred at the same time. Luneria barely registered some things, like how a pair of kids hooked their massive shafts into her nipples, or how a teacher wrapped a little fox preschooler onto her dick to act as a proper condom, or how her stuffed gut made her donut leak like a fire hydrate, making sure she was nice and lubed all the way through. She had a hint of memory, some things like making out with Penelope as the deer gave birth all over Luneria’s belly, or when she felt Hatchy thrust his length into one of their daughters inside her womb, and then another pussy beyond that one, or even when the clock had struck midnight.
Her mind was brought back to consciousness when Hatchy, and all 200 feet of hatchling shaft, pushed upwards with incredible strength. By now, Luneria had gotten used to his 86-foot width, but his push at her brought a squeal to her lips. Together, the two rotated to laying on top of the dragoness’ belly, where the cub could thrust downwards and smack his 150-foot-wide balls against her immense, 1000-foot-wide womb-cumdump. He was really doing it! Hatchy, the most perfect boy that ever will be, was well and truly fucking his mommy! Luneria’s own cock, long since buried in 40 generations of foxy girl cunt inside of her first cub-condom, quickly sprung to match her son’s in size. Together, nuts mashing against each other, they screamed in pleasure. Hatchy, though, grabbed at his mother’s donut, an abyss larger than he was tall by five times over, and cushioned by cheeks that he could have made beds out of. The boy held them like the reins of a horse, as his bucking became more erratic, needier, more powerful but inaccurate. To his thickening mom, he gasped and moaned, calling out her name. “M-momma… Momma, momma, momma! S-something’s… I feel really, really…!”
Luneria gave a glance back, hearing her son speak as she moaned out her words. “D-do it, baby! Give me EVERYTHING! Let’s be mommy and daddy forever and you can always keep fucking me with your fuckin’ massive, perfect, kiddie cawkkkhh! Ffffuuhhh-k, mmmmoooorrrre, moore cuuuhm Hatchyyyyy! More baaabies, more fuckiiingh, more caawk please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaaassseyeeeesssshhhuuuhhhfffuck…!” She tried her hardest, cumming constantly and coating little Hatchy in a deluge of femjuices. Her hyper-sized cunny squeezed his 104-foot-wide length like it was a vice grip; letting go was not an option. Not for her. She would never let Hatchy go, ever. He deserved the best, and who else to give him the best than his own flesh and blood and genes?
“Don’t everhh take it ooouuuuwt! Fill me uppp gooood Hatchhhhyyy! Mommy’sh a beeg nepi peeedddooo! Cummingh, cuuummmiiin’, I’m cumminhh my brainsh out to my baby boy’sh caawk! S-slam your beeg fuckrod into mommy’sh shlutty cunny hooole! Mommy’sh ovulatingh and makingh more eggiesh for yeeew! We’ll make more baybees and we can fuuuhk them aaaahll and we’ll only fuuuuhk cubbies foreverhh and everhh and pleasshh cuuuummmmn!”
The boy moaned out, and Luneria could feel those coming climaxes with baited breath. Said breath was knocked out of her as Hatchy’s width nearly doubled from his cum pipe being stretched wide. The only place it could go was right in his mother, who accepted it like an addiction. Luneria screamed out until her lungs gave out, eyes rolling back until one could only see white. Her back arched high and she twitched like mad, pings of pleasure coursing through her like bolts of lightning. Even with her cumgut filled far past mobility, and her womb full of their incestuous life, she only now felt her son’s seed fully take root in her.
Hatchy’s semen gushed into her like a burst dam. Housefuls of cum per second filled her, a good portion of it spilling between her folds and raising the room’s water level by a good foot every second. Teachers, kids, and parents were swept up in the flow, many of whom also felt the hatchling’s seed push its way into them. Penelope saw the coming tide, and merely sat in it, holding her walls open. Luneria’s belly began to expand rapidly, even moreso than before. By the first minute, she had conquered half the room. Ten seconds later, the other half. Five after that, the megastructure burst around her bloated baby factory, where she could feel the cool night air upon her scales. Her body developed, tits waterfalling milk as they expanded with production, until they were as big as the building they were originally in. Likewise, her hips, ass, donut, and tail followed suit, surrounding Hatchy in his mom’s soft muskiness, only provoking him to cum even harder. Their dicks nearly matched in size, until the boy began to pull ahead. 300 feet long, 400 feet long, 650 feet long, Hatchy grew with each throb. His sack continued to gurgle and expand, the need to fill his mother was an innate, primal instinct built into him. Dragons were meant to mate and breed, and maybe his mother was just what he needed…
The dragoness slumped forward, muttering Hatchy’s name drunkenly. Her sperm bank grew and grew, individual semen finding eggs made just for them, and forming within moments. Each thrust Hatchy made caused thousands, then tens of thousands of baby bodies to rub up against him, spurning him one further. 800 feet, 1,000 feet, 1,500 feet. Already, his dick was wider than the school was, and Luneria’s belly began to flow into the neighborhood. Soft scales squished against buildings, her pudgy belly scales like silk. As Luneria laid there, a stuttering mess of cum and milk, she felt her mind changing. No more hiding who she was. Their normal life had finally started. She would not need air, only to sniff his glorious maleness to survive. Food and water were less relevant compared to guzzling down oceanfulls of Hatchy’s perfect swimmers. And so, with her son still cumming in her, Luneria felt herself drift into unconsciousness, only returning briefly every time Hatchy thrust.
Several days rolled by. Luneria, atop her mountain of a belly, was entirely incapable of being concealed, considering the city’s skyscrapers poked at the bottom half of her womb. Hatchy remained implanted inside her, even after it took nearly a week for his orgasm to subside. The dragoness was giving birth constantly, a waterfall of newborns that looked exactly like their parents. All of the females and herms, of course, were far already pregnant, having been in the process of birthing constantly over that week, and being birthed themselves didn’t stop their own output. Thankfully, Luneria’s friend reassured her unconscious form that the kids would get taken care of by the school. After all, they were birthed on her property! They’d do well as sex ed workers, portable onaholes, or emergency breeding tools. All in all, the mother had birthed over 845 million children, not including extended generations within all of the newborn moms.
Cum that wasn’t used by her was drained was poured into a huge reservoir for later use, or collected as spillage from their intense orgy. Luneria hadn’t stopped cumming constantly for the whole week, and the extra tubes stretching her out to siphon some of the cum only stacked more orgasms on top of that. It took a whole day just to dislodge that fox from her, too. Wedged under her cumgut, the girl had dutifully taken all of the dragon’s semen, penis wedged tightly inside her so that she could carry their offspring. Once doctors took a closer look at the kid later, they’d find she was over 37 billion generations in, and counting as long as she didn’t birth them at a rapid pace. The other orgy-goers found themselves fairly pregnant by the ordeal, too, taking care of their own hosts of kids and dragon hatchlings. Penelope had her kid on her developed rack, each tit as big as a semi-truck, while she gave a tit-fuck to a few of her offspring. “I told you that you would love it here, Luneria, love. I’m glad you stuck with us through our initial, mmmnnnfffh, program, ‘cuz this is a daily curriculum. With extended homework to review the days’ worrrkkkkkhhmmmff, fffuck, honey, at least let-mmmn, great gwandma tawk to hewr fwiend…”
Behind her, one of Penelope’s mixed generations, a baby boy with both deer and panda heritage, was busy thrusting up into her ass, making seed leak out of her mouth before she had to swallow. The nepi deer began to work her whole body, treating the kids in front of her to a paizuri while she was anally demolished. Luneria had almost fully deflated by now, Hatchy’s cock going down to a meager 10 feet long flaccid. The dragoness had hips and tits that would fill living rooms, and a slab of meat that could be seen parting her ocean of titscales. Her holes, too, had grown: big and gaping enough that she could swallow Hatchy’s body whole. “M-mmmnnn… y-ye-yeah. I think… I think w-we’ll like it here… S-same time tomorrow…?”
Penelope nodded in response, a degenerate smile to her face. “Couwse, sweetie.” She reared a hand back, and gave Luneria a swift smack to her rear, which elicited a moan and an orgasm or three from the dragoness. The doe swallowed hard once again, in order to talk properly. “You’ll never go back to a boring life again, you fuckin’ slutty, gorgeous, reprobated, perverted bitch.” The dragoness took those words like a compliment, as she pulled Hatchy wetly from her folds and placed him on her rack. With a smile and a wave, she took the two of them homewards.
By the end of the school ‘day,’ Luneria was a broken, lovestruck mess. The two lovebirds began a walk home, not even bothering with Luneria’s car, as there was no way even one of her mostly-emptied tits could even fit a nipple inside. The nude dragoness strolled home, son wedged between her breasts so they could make out the entire time. It took them agonizing minutes to return home, where the motherly dragon placed Hatchy down so she could, rather needily, force open the door. Whereas she could barely fit through before, now she had to break open the doorframe to get inside. Hatchy watched as his mom, thoroughly smitten, waltzed into the living room across from the doorway, and bent forward. He get a grand view of her holes, bigger than he was still, and how her belly began to dome out already. Matron of the family, Luneria, looked back with a sultry stare.
“N-now that we’re done the foreplay, Daddy…”
She reached down, moaning and using her hands to pull the folds and show off her gaping womb, new offspring visible and already beginning to fuck each other. Hatchy’s shaft began to grow again as he panted, 20 feet long, 30 feet long, 60 feet long…
“Let’s start our new family…!”