"Good morning, sweetheeeart!~"   "M-! Mooom!"   Atrahasus woke up to the stink of his raw musk, a sex-charged stink that jump-started his senses. Then he felt the sensation of his balls swelling, then the gallons upon gallons of ten-year-old-zylep cum churning and glorping inside. Then his senses were jolted into top gear with his thick, pulsing fuckrod, engulfed by his mom's cunt. Lastly, he opened his eyes. He saw the "PROPERTY OF ATRAHASUS" tattoo above his mom's pussy stretched to absurdity; then, from behind her cock-bloated belly, came her warm, smiling, and seductive face.   "Sorry, baby," N'Qua moaned, "but I needed to make up for last night."   "I know, mom, but... Please? Can you please get offa me?"   It almost pained him to say those words to his dear, loving mother. She looked disappointed as she began to climb his throbbing monster, her snatch pulsing with sexual excitement and drooling juices up his cock as N'Qua eventually pulled herself off of her son's fuckcannon with a *pop* and slid down his monster, sitting at the base of his shaft. Atra effortlessly shifted his gargantuan sack and rod to the side of the bed, then laid forward, his body tiny in comparison with his ridiculously huge genitals as they slapped the floor. His veiny cock was at least 137 feet long; his full size was on full display. His balls had surpassed their normal 1,125 pound weight with the over 300 pounds of hot, stewing baby-batter trapped inside. Thank goodness our basement is big enough for me, he thought as the beast laid straight down in the long, spacious basement.   "Buuut... I can letcha help me whip up your breakfast," he said with a smile.   "Aww, but I wanted more babieees," N'Qua whined.   "I know. But we can make more babies another time. And I promise, I'll let out the biggest loads ever inside you."   "Promise?"   "Promise."   Of course, Atra knew that was a very silly promise. It wasn't like he could telepathically direct his sperm to her eggs. But, whatever. She seemed happy enough to hear it.   "Now I'm real hungry for breakfast!"   "Ok, just get a condom and I'll do the rest."   "We both know we're gonna need more than one, daddy~"   "Da-? Mooom," he whined, "I told you to stop calling me thaaat! It's weird!"   N'Qua giggled as she grabbed the box of superstrength condoms on the bedside before trekking all the way down to where the end of her son's dick was. She rolled back his sweaty foreskin and fastened the condom around her son's stinking, throbbing cockhead, resisting the allure of her son's musk with all of her feeble willpower. Atra could feel his mother secure the condom around his dickhead. He could also feel something else - the tension of a powerful, block-destroying orgasm, ready to fill the condom - or, he dreaded, the basement.   "B- breakfast tiiime!" he shouted.   *SLOSH* *GURGLE* *GLURGLE-GLORP*   His mother heard the sound of his balls churning, even when she was down the full length of his 195 footlong monster. Precum began spurting out of him like a mighty geyser. She closed her eyes and held her breath, wanting to keep her son's request. But her will was weak, and fading quickly. Soon came the thoughts of ripping the condom off to recieve a rich filling of babybatter straight to her vacant, desperately needy womb-   *SPLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRT*   The sheer force of his ejaculation caught her by surprise. She held the condom onto his cockhead as her husband-son began to blow his load inside the condom, a veritable ocean of thick, smelly babybatter erupting from his dickhole. The intense stench of sweaty, hot sex assaulted N'Qua's senses, making her legs buckle and her squirt juices right onto her boy's covered, splurting cockhead. Multiple orgasms shattered her body as she fell to her knees, her face pressed against the condom, a flood of semen running by her open mouth as she screamed in pleasure into the torrent of cream.   Atra felt his balls decrease in size as they pumped out oceans of cum inside the condom, honestly surprised that it hadn't broken yet. He took out some portable binoculars from his pocket and zoomed them all the way out to the poor, overworked condom he was flooding. Yep, it was almost full.   "Mom!? I dunno if you can hear me," he yelled, "but I'm gonna try and stop it so you can put another one on!"   N'Qua could hear him loud and clear. Already, she noticed his semen output dramatically decrease, reducing from a raging flood to a gentle stream in under a minute. Granted, that gentle stream was still several hundred gallons per spurt, but her heart sank when she saw him cum less and less. And then, he stopped. She took the condom off and tied up the end, then gazed at the monstrous filling her son gave the condom. She laid on it, her body imprinting against the marvelous cumload. Its stink was making her lose her mind... No, it was elevating her. It was making her feel floaty and carefree. Now she recognized the feeling - she was getting an intense high from her boy's musk. Again. So much so that she barely noticed something poke inside her asshole, nor could she hear her son ask if that was the condom.   *BLOOOOOOOOORRRRT!*   In moments, her normally thick belly ballooned to a ridiculous size, cum spurts rocketing from her mouth.   Oh shit, she thought. He's inside my ass!   Hot prepubescent zylep cum blew from Atra's pulsing, shrinking dick and filled N'Qua's guts and belly, her figure expanding further than that of the condom. Cum overflowing from her mouth, she laid back and closed her eyes, pushing her ass onto her boy's dickhead as thick babybatter occupied virtually every nook and cranny of her GI tract. Then, her son's cockend was abruptly pulled out, leaving her massive, cum-bloated belly contesting with the freshly filled condom for space in the end of the basement. Her asshole was utterly destroyed - the wide, gaping hole splurted out boycum like a fountain. Her cum high had only just started, and with the sexy boystink filling her side of the room, seeping through her skin, the chemicals hitting her brain like a club, she knew she would be there for a looong while.   "Mooom..."   Her high went from floaty to sleepy. She didn't wanna turn her head; she knew what she would have seen. Her son. His arms cross and his expression one of disappointment. In her cum-high, she somehow managed to hold down a load of semen that was threatening to come out of her mouth.   "S- sorry, babe... Mommy... Mommy got really horny, and... I'm sorry, babe. I apologize."   "I accept your apology," Atra said, gently rubbing one of her soft asscheeks. "Just tell me before you put it in. I don't like spoiling your breakfast."   "Sorry, baaabe... Mommy's gonna eat up aaall her breakfast like a good girl once her belly gets smaller..."   "Hey... I love you, mom."   "Going upstairs?"   "Yup. I really love you, mom."   "I love you too, da-... sweetheart."   --   "DADDYYY!"   "He-heeey! How are my favorite little girls this morning?"     Atra held his little girls in his arms as they hugged and kissed him. Normally, he hated hugs and kisses, and this was no exception, but he had to hold his daughters for a bit longer for their sake. Their touch was so innocent, so loving. Inanna and Etanna. His twin three-year-olds. Concieved during the peak of their mother's ongoing cum addiction. And, much to his worry, they were every bit as lewd as her, despite their young ages. Inanna turned around and pulled her shorts down, showing her daddy her diaper, wet with something that obviously wasn't pee.   "Daddy, daddy! I rub my peepee place wen I fink of you! I wantchu to gib me a baby like mommy!"   Atrahasus nervously chuckled and spun the little girl around.   "N- no, Ina. You can't have babies at three."   "Aww, daddyyy!"   "Pleese, daddy?" Etanna cooed as she kissed him again. "We're hornee!"   "Eta, no," Atra gently scolded. "You won't be getting dessert tonight if you keep saying naughty words."   "But daddy-"   "No buts, missy."   "I wanna ride, daddy! Can you gimme a ride? Pleese?"   Eta pulled down her diaper to reveal her thick, juicy cunt, wet and primed for a raw fucking. Atra smelled the lust in her natural stink; it was enough to make his cock poke out of his undies! Eta giggled when she saw her daddy's fuckrod fwip out of his pants and leak pre all over her face.   "I wanna ride, daddy!"   "A- alright," Atra said, dreadfully embarrassed.   "Me too?" Ina asked.   "Yes, yes!"   Ina took her own diaper off before joining Eta in rubbing their pulsing toddler pussies on their daddy's massive dick. Atra breathed deeply, feeling his little girls' warm insides and juices around his tightening shaft. He pulled his pants down; his balls dropped to the floor with a heavy THUD, churning up a fresh three dozen batches of hot cum for the next lucky gal. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, strapping it onto his cockhead while it was still in arm's reach.   "J- jeez, girls... I already gave mommy her breakfast, you're making me ready to serve up some more..."   "Breakfast, breakfaaast!" the little zyleps cheerily chanted as their playful rubbing increased in pace. Atra felt all of it - their delicate, large clits, engorged and prodding against the veins of his dick; the ridiculous amount of cunt juices pouring from their pussies; the strong stench of girly kiddymusk, irresistible to even those with the strongest of wills. He had sworn never to fuck them until they got old enough, but times like these were enough to make him forget that promise and give them both a couple dozen pairs of quadruplets.   *FWOOOOOOOSH! SPLRRRRRRRRRT!*   The intense burst of a fresh, hot cumload blasted from Atra's giant fuckcannon. The twin zyleps watched in awe as their daddy came and came and came, the formerly empty condom now full enough to feed an entire two daycares full of hungry little tykes just like them. With a grunt, their daddy pushed out a thick spurt of cum just for his little sunshines... And then, it stopped,  their daddy's cock shrinking as he stuffed his balls down into his magic undies.   "Thank you, girls," he breathlessly moaned before the two toddlers covered him in cute kisses. He kissed back, smooching their lips and cheeks like a good daddy does for his girls, holding them in his arms while his fuckrod oozed the remnants of a freshly-blown load.   "You're wellcum, daddy!" the little zyleps said back.   --   The ringtone of his phone jolted him from his lazy weekend rest. He held it up to his face, his sleepy eyes eventually focusing on the text. Udna'Pishtu. That super-nice police lady he fucked that one time. He was glad to answer any call from her.   "Hi, Udna! How are you?"   "Hey, Atra," the voice on the other end said. "You free today?"   "Yup. Why?"   "I'm taking Endracht out to the barcade today. Wanna come with?"   "The barcade? Yeah, that sounds awesome!"   "Atra?" he heard his mother ask from the other room. "Are you talking to Udna again?"   "Mom, she's taking my friend to the barcade. Can I go? Pleeease?"   "Well... Hmmm..."   "Sorry, Udna," he hushed into the phone. "Mom doesn't like me going out. She doesn't want me getting other ladies pregnant."   "I know, I know. Just promise her that you won't even whip it out. You keep your promises, you're a good kid."   "Okay... Hey, mom?"   "What?" N'Qua asked.   "If I go out, I promise that I won't even whip my dick out."   "Huh... You won't even whip it out?"   "Nope!"   "Not even if that floozy wants you to?"   "Nope."   "Well... Fine," she sighed. "Just tell me when she's coming over."   --   *clunk* *click*   "You boys ready?"   "Yup!" "Uh-huh!"   "Alright then, off we go."   Udna drove off onto the busy street, Atrahasus sitting in the back with his only friend at school, Endracht. And apparently, he chose to wear normal undies today; his balls spread across the car floor, and his yardstick-long, super-thick flaccid monster hung over in his pants. Beside Endracht was a baby carrier, properly secured, a little zylep tot inside that looked just like him down to his yellow skin and white markings.   "Didja bring one of ours, Udna?" Atra asked, failing to connect the dots.   "Nope. Found a babysitter. That's E's kid."   "Yeah," Endracht said, "it took us, like, six minutes to get the car seat ready. Gonna wake her up once we get there, I hope she isn't too cranky..."   "Why'd you bring her?" Atra asked, annoyed that E just had to bring his baby along.   "Lisbon doesn't like waking up without her daddy by her side, and if I left her alone with our mom, she'd be all screaming and crying until I got home."   "The baby or your mom?"   "Heheh, I guess both!"   "So what's her place in the family wreath?"   "Out of mine and mom's, Libbie's the latest in our fourth dozen."   "Woah. Your mom must be really tired."   "She doesn't mind. She loves making babies with me. She loves it even more than big brother and dad... Just don't tell them, it's a secret."   "I'm good at keeping secrets... Do your mom or sister or daughters get jealous?"   "Oh, you bet. When they're not riding my dick, they're fighting over who gets to ride next! Like, mom always gets to fuck me whenever she wants, but I get to decide whether it's my big sis or 2-year-old Arefu getting quintuplets drilled into them for the next half-hour!"   "Awwwesooome, you got a whole family of girls who wanna fuck you!"   "You do too, dude."   "Yeah, but not like you. You've got tons of daughters, a hot and cool big sister-"   "You think my big sis is hot? Well, yeah, she's friggin' hot, but, you think she's cool? No, dude, she's friggin' weeeird. When she's not home or at school, she spends all her time at the daycare with Chi and her weird friend."   "Ooooohhhhh... So she's a babychaser?"   "Babycha-? That's what they do there?"   "I, I dunno," Atra said, instantly feeling like he shouldn't have said that. "I heard it on TV and I thought-"   "Do you know what that means?"   "...No..."   "It means she fucks babies, dude!"   "...Oh. I feel real dumb for not knowing that."   "No prob, just look things up before you say 'em, man."   "Ok, boys," Udna said as she parked the car. "We're there."   --   "What'll it be, sweeties?" asked an ice-blue, teenaged zylep boy in a titillating uniform.   "I'll just have a pint with refills," Udna said.   "Would you like a meal with your-?"   "No thanks."   "Okay. Who's next?"   Atra slightly raised his hand.   "I'll have some hot wings, and, uh... Gimme a Jack and Cola."   "Ooh, you're experimenting today, babe!"   "Heheh, yeah, I... I guess I am."   "And what about 'chu, mister?" the waiter said, looking at Endracht. He was cradling sweet little Lisbon in his arms, keeping the little girl calm after she was awoken from a nice nap.   "Gimme a, uhhh... Gimme the pitcher and pizza combo."   "Alright, do you want any toppings?"   "Supreme."   "Good!"   The waiter turned around and gave his voluptuous ass a smack in front of the boys.   "Now, you cuties can go on t'wards the arcade, 'less you wanna play some games with me..."   "No thanks, mister," Atra said, biting his lip as he watched the teen's thick ass shake and wobble with every step away from the table.   "Do the waiters normally give you sh... crap, Atra?" Udna asked.   "Yeah, that's why mom stopped taking me here. She never liked how the waiters tried to hit on me."   "Or waitresses, I imagine."   "Yeah. So, uh... What's been up with you?"   "Nothing much, nothing much... But, uh... Our kids."   "Yeah?"   Atra lit up; he always enjoyed hearing about how his kids outside the home were doing.   "They're fine, it's just... They need their daddy."   "Aw, I know..."   "And they need a better mommy, too."   "Don't say that, you're a great mommy."   "Great mommys don't hire babysitters to sit their kids in front of the TV all day because they have a job to go to."   "Babysitters do that?"   "Yeah, I was real pi-... Cheesed off when I saw that for the fifth time this month. Because god forbid actually interacting with a kid for any reason other than fucking-... Sorry. That one slipped out."   "You're okay."   "It's just so damn frustrating. I tried reaching out to my colleagues, but they just had a bunch of stupid, worthless... Ghhh... Positive thoughts don't help when there are three crying babies and... Sorry."   "You could move in with me."   "And deal with your mom? No thanks."   "I'll text her right now, she'll love taking care of our kids!"   "Wha-? No, no, no, don't-"   Too late. Atra was already on his phone and typing something towards his mom. Udna gave it up with a sigh.   "Mom asks if you're gonna bang me again," Atra said.   "No. I don't want any more kids."   "...She says... Alrighty! She's gonna make some space in one of the spare rooms for you. Just drop me off once we're done, then get your stuff together! Ok?"   Atra's beaming smile of radiant positivity made it impossible for Udna to feel down, at least in the moment. She smiled back at him.   "Okay."   "You and our kids are gonna be just fine."   "I... Thank you, Atra. You're a good ki-"   The startup of a baby's cry broke the conversation in an instant. Atra's eyes turned sharply towards Endracht, who was doing his best to comfort his little girl.   "Sweetie, don't cry... Shh, shh, daddy's here... I know it's loud and stuff, but-"   She only got louder. Endracht was looking desperate as more than just Atra's and Udna's eyes descended upon him.   "Lissie baby? Daddy's got something reeeal special for you."   Then, the zylep boy opened a flap in Lisbon's onsie - one near her groin. A few of his fingers went inside. Lisbon's cries abruptly stopped.   "I'm real sorry, guys," Endracht said, looking embarrassed. "She gets so cranky when she isn't on her daddy's dick..."   He whipped his giant yellow cock out from his pants, the rod already long and pulsing. Little Lisbon watched with awe as her daddy laid her on the table, guided the tip towards her tiny tot entrance, then gently slid it in. The zylep girl closed her eyes, then opened them, looking happy. She was even cooing as she felt her daddy's tip breach her underdeveloped womb, her little hands curiously rubbing the huge bulge in her belly. Then she let out a giggle as her daddy gripped her tiny legs and pumped into her like a piston.   "There, that's muuuch better. Do you love your daddy's dickie-wickie, little princess? Yes you do, yes you do!" Endracht cheerily said with a kiss as he began humping the little baby, the outline of his dick in her belly bigger than her own body as he thrust in and out.   "Atra," Udna said, "I think we should head for the arcade. You got your tokens?"   "Yup," Atra said without hesitation, his blush intense from the raunchy scene.   "Babyfuck, babyfuck, Lisbon loves the babyfuck~" Endracht quietly sung to his little girl as Atra and Udna got up and left in a hurry.   -   "Almost got the high score!"   "On my last life... Nooo! It's all you now, bud."   *pew pew* *pew pew* *PSH!* *bloooop!*   "D'awwww, shoot!"   "Eh, well. Hey, you got fourth on the leaderboard!"   "Yeah, but I wanted number one..."   "Maybe you can get number one in another game here."   "Alright. I'm still super bummed about that, though..."   "You're bummed out?" another voice asked from the side. "You wanna... take it out on someone? Maybe me?"   Atra looked over; it was a girl, blood-purple skin, crimson markings, and a bone-white face. Akeldama. A high school senior he'd seen around town, usually with way younger boys.   "Akeldama? What're you doing here?"   "It's the weekend, so I thought I'd go out, have a drink, play some games, meet some cute bo-"   She stopped mid-sentence once she recognized the woman Atra was with. Her expression did a complete turnaround from seductive to anxious.   "Y- you're... H- hey there, miss police chief!"   "Hello, Akeldama," Udna flatly said, her arms crossed. "Looking for some more under-nines to stalk? I don't have to fine you for that or harassment, do I?"   "N- no," Akeldama said with a nervous smile. "I wasn't stalking anyone! I just wanted someone to play games with, and my boyfriend was busy, so I thought I'd find a cute little 6-year-old and-"   "I know enough about your private life to know you don't have a boyfriend," Udna hushed towards the girl. Akeldama looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She backed away slowly.   "...Uh... Gotta go. Buh-bye!"   Akeldama fast-walked off into the crowd. Atrahasus looked confused and stunned.   "Wha... Why did...?"   "Don't ask, bud," Unda said. "Let's head back to our table."   --   "You ordered the pitcher and pizza combo, right?"   "Yep!"   "Do you want me to find your other party members-?"   "There they are," Endracht said as Udna and Atra walked over and took their seats. Atra tried not to stare at Lisbon, whose belly had grown at least seven times its original size as she peacefully slept.   "Thanks, I had the, uh... The hot wings, and the jack 'n cola."   "Alright, babe," the teen waiter said, his ass wobbling as he bent over, apparently intent on delivering food as sensually as he possibly could. "Enjoy your meal," he said in a sexy voice. Atra smiled back, internally freaked out from being stared into the eyes by a stranger. He kept his eyes on the waiter as he set a foaming glass cup in front of Udna.   "And here's your pint, miss."   "Thank ya."   "Enjoy," the waiter said with a smile as he walked off, Atra trying so hard not to stare at that plump teenaged ass. God, it looked so juicy, that thing desperately needed a raw plunging and filling... He tried to keep his mind off of it as he began to dine on his wings, while Endracht was downing the whole pitcher of beer. Although all zyleps enjoyed drinking alcohol and even getting drunk from 5 on up, some kids, like Atra, couldn't tolerate too much, lest they get too sleepy, or a real nasty headache. Or they throw up. Still, for Atra, nothing beat that smoky sweetness to drown out the heat of some hot wings. It didn't take much at all for the buzz to kick in - the smoky whiskey was working its magic already. Atra smiled, content, as he chowed down on his food.   "Really, buddy?" an older man asked. "You're gonna do it right in front of my pizza?"   "C'mon, dad," a young boy said. "The little slut wants some kiddie dick real bad, we just wanna give him some!"   "Alright, alright. Just try not to flood the place this time, ok?"   "Yaaay!" a group of boys cheered. Atra normally hated watching people fuck in public, but his drunk buzz muted the secondhand embarrassment as he looked over to where the noise was coming from. At another table was a grey zylep with three grey and green zylep boys, no younger than five, no older than seven. And all the boys had their massive, growing, pre-leaking cocks out as the waiter from earlier spread his ass for the trio.   "Get as messy as you want inside me, boys!" he said.   The oldest boy glazed the waiter's fuckhole with a heavy coating of precum. Then, the boys' three engorged schlongs penetrated the waiter's tight asshole, making him moan out loud. Soon, the heavily endowed trio thrust and pumped inside the teen's fatass, the teen moaning like a whore as the giant kiddie cocks began obliterating his previously unused hole.   "Goddamn," the youngest boy said, "this bitch's cunt is even tighter than dad's!"   "Porter?"   "S- sorry, dad!"   Atra ate and drank as he watched the spectacle, his magic undies containing his rapidly-growing fuckrod as the smell of hot sex filled the dining parlor. The three boys were each holding the teen up by the legs and asscheeks as they pumped inside his rapidly loosening hole, thdboycannons made distinct bulges inside the teen's belly. The teen came all over the middle boy's face... His dick was so tiny, it was no wonder why he had to resort to being a waiter. He had to be a level three, at most.   "Dude, this is the best job eveeer! I love being gangfucked by little boys!!!"   "God, you're such a slut," the oldest of the three said. "I wish we had another brother just to shut your pedo mouth up!"   "I can," Atra said as he got up and walked towards the show. The teen looked beyond excited.   "Oooh, fuck yesss! Rape my mouth and choke me with your dick, daddyyy!"   "Don't call me daddy," Atra said as he dropped his pants in front of the teen's mouth. He wasn't at his full size, but his towering length overshadowed the other three. His throbbing, veiny cock and balls were pulsing with sexual excitement, and pre leaked from the tip. The trio looked unimpressed; the teen's mouth was wide open, not in anticipation, but in sheer amazement.   "Fuck," the waiter said, "that fuckin' thing's going in my mouth?... This is the best day of my entire life!!"   "Shut 'im up, will ya?" the oldest of the three said as he and his brothers bent the teen over and continued humping his loose, abused hole. Without a care, Atrahasus lined his dick up with the teen's mouth and plunged it inside. The thick bulge of his shaft was much thicker than the teen's poor esophagus. The teen's throat gripped and undulated around his pulsing shaft, an entire section of that musky member lodging itself into the teen's gut. Atra's heavy, ten-ton sack wetly slapped against the teen's chin.   "J- jeez... Damn... Damn, that's some good head..."   "Mouthy pedos have the best fuckholes," the middle boy said, wiping some cum off of his face.   "You guys drunk, too?" Atra asked.   "Fuck yeah, we drunk like fuckin' sailors. Our blood's prob'ly half ethanol now."   "Heheh, nice."   The raw fucking went on for another few minutes, the boys' bulges getting closer and closer to Atra's as he gave the waiter a heavy throatfucking. Atra sat on his huge balls, his sack making the perfect chair for him while he lovingly rubbed the back of the waiter's head. The waiter closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils; Atra did nothing but pump his thick dick and spurt precum all over the inside of the teen's stomach. Then, he felt something funny with his cockhead.   "...Was that one of you?"   He got an answer in the form of three somethings pumping and rubbing against his tip. It felt so slimy and gross... But more than that, it was awesome. They were spitroasting this teen so hard that their cocks met up in his stomach. The four boys all grinned at each other. Orgasm wasn't far away for any of them.   "How about a cum battle?" Atra said, feeling confident.   "You're on," said the oldest boy.   Then, in an instant, the teen bloated and expanded as a battle took place inside his stomach. A battle between the hottie fucking his throat and the hotties fucking his previously virgin asshole. A battle fought with throbbing cocks and hot semen. A battle that, no matter the winner, would make it very hard for him to leave work. His eyes rolled back as he let the sensations wash over him. "Cum battleee!" he heard the youngest cry out. A crowd had begun to form around the five. His belly bloated and bloated and bloated, rivers of semen being deposited in his stomach and upper guts. He could have fallen asleep to the smooth, relaxing sound of sloshing shota nuts as they pumped out gallons of thick, creamy babybatter. Then, sadly, he felt something being pulled out of him.   "Sh- shit... Goddamn... He's massive. Sorry, buds."   "I- I gotta pull out, too!"   Not one, but two of the boys behind him had pulled out, leaving the eldest of the three to spar alone with Atrahasus.   "I can handle you," the green zylep said. "I'm a level eight!"   A massive, fiery burst of cum SPLORTCH'd out in his gut, his belly expanding at a rapid pace, almost reaching the ceiling. He felt like he had taken more than a few gallons of fireball whiskey up the ass. And yet, he needed more. He CRAVED more. More shota cum. More cuties splurting semen up his ass and down his throat and-   "Oh yeah?" Atra asked, like a challenger in the ring.   *SPLRRT! FWOOOOOOOOOSH! SPLAT!*   Out from the waiter's ass erupted not just the third boy's girth, but a volcano of hot semen, straight from Atrahasus' freshly relieved ballsack.   "...And I'm a level nine," he proudly spoke. The crowd cheered as Atra pulled his cock out of the waiter's mouth, the teen gasping for air.   "You okay, dude?"   *cough cough!* *COUGH COUGH!* "Y- yeah, yeah, I'm fine... I'm gonna be shitting out cum for weeks," he said, making the crowd laugh. Atrahasus smiled as he looked at not just the waiter's massive, glorping and gurgling belly, but at how his hole was still squirting out cum, the third boy totally covered in steamy, smelly babybatter as he laid against the cum-covered wall and sat on the cum-drenched floor.   "Fffuck," he breathlessly moaned. "Good game, dude."   The buzz was starting to wear off. Atra grew a blush that intensified by the second.   "Y- you need any help, mister?"   "Nah, I'm fine... But it'll take a while for me to turn all this into more ass-fat. I wish I could have a cute boydick to blow to pass the time..."   "What about the mess?"   "That's why janitors get paid the most."   Atra awkwardly smiled and waved, grateful that the crowd had begun to dissipate. Then, without another word, he hurried back off to his table, horrifically embarrassed and ashamed.   "Please don't tell mom," he whispered to Udna as he sat in his slot, stuffing his cock and balls back into his undies. Udna nodded, then gave Atra a warm hug.   "I'm as good as you at keeping secrets, babe."