"Miss Mocha? Can I speak to you in private, please?"   "Sure," Mocha replied before looking down at her only son, sitting calmly beside her in one of the sets of chairs.   "Don't you worry, sweetie," she said. "Mommy's gonna be right back."   With a peck on the cheek, she stood up and followed the school resource counselor into her room. It was small, essentially a converted closet, but it got the job done, especially since she worked with so few kids.   "Miss Mocha?" the resource counselor warily asked. "Do you know what... autism... is?"   Mocha stared back, clueless.   "Nope."   The counselor handed her a guidebook. Acceptance, Love, and a Pinch of Celibacy: Everything An Autistic Zylep Needs In Their Formative Years.   "Uh... Miss Aevern? What's this?"   "Miss Mocha, your son has autism."   "...I don't even know what that is," Mocha said. "Is that a bad thing, or-?"   "No! No no no no no. Autism is absolutely nothing to be worried about. It just means your child is a bit more... special than the others. I've ran tests with your son, and-"   "Ran tests? What kind of tests?" Mocha interrupted, her brow raised in suspicion.   "Don't worry, miss. There aren't any blood tests for autism. Instead, I look at your child, or I ask you about him. From what I've seen, and what you've told me, he has all the classic signs. Inhibited social development, excessive shyness and anxiety in social situations, repetitive behaviors... Don't worry, miss. I've been working with your son for months. He can write and read as well as anyone else his age."   "Oh. Uh... Is it official, or-?"   "I can't give an official diagnosis, because I'm not a doctor," Aevern said with a chuckle. "But I have a degree in developmental pediatrics, and what I learned to look out for is what I'm seeing in your son. So, please, take some time to read that booklet, and work out some plans with him and any other guardians he has. You live with your sister, correct?"   "Yes."   "Is she here?"   "Nope, she's at home."   "Alright. Well, have her read it, too. Hopefully we can work together to help your son. He needs all the help he can get."   "...Yeah. Y- yeah, he does."   "Anything wrong, miss?"   "No, no, just a little stressed."   "I understand. It's not an easy thing to hear. But we can help him."   "Where's the bathroom?"   "Down the hall, on the left," Aevern cheerily replied. "Don't use the girl's room, because-"   "Senos?"   "Yeah. Anyways, Vyaneu is such a sweet and nice little boy, let's help his grades reflect his smartness!"   "Yeah, sure. Have a good day," Mocha said, her dismissive attitude barely veiled as she took the booklet and stuffed it in her purse. Exiting the room, little Vyaneu was still sitting, his head down and his foot wagging. His foot wagged faster as Mocha flipped her crimson hair tendrils to her side and crouched down.   "Mommy has to go to the bathroom, sweetheart.... Mommy wants her babies."   Vyaneu sucked hard on his pacifier as his mother picked him up and held him tightly, her chest-thingies bumping against his wagging foot. Mocha hummed a tune to try and keep her little boy calm as they walked down the barren hall. The sounds of moaning, and the stench of sex, grew much more intense as she walked closer to the bathroom. Fortunately, her sense of smell had long ago been muted to Senos' raw kiddymusk; the same couldn't be said of her son. He covered his nose once the unbearable stink hit him. He moaned through his pacci; not in the pleasure Senos' stink would normally bring another child, but in uneasiness, in fear.   "Don't worry, sweet baby," Mocha whispered. "I know it's real stinky when your little friend plays games, but it helps you get into the mood, right?... No, of course not..."   She opened the door to find a pair of zyleps - mother and daughter - kissing and touching each other as the other side of the wall kept moaning and glorping. They stopped what they were doing just to uncomfortably stare back at Mocha.   "What?" Mocha asked, annoyed. "Don't act like I'm not here to fuck my kid, too."   The oher mother's brow raised, then she nodded and went back to rubbing her little girl's sopping cunt. Vyaneu closed his eyes, feeling violated just by seeing it. He felt the steps she took. Heard the locking of the stall. Sensed his little body being set down.   "Now," Mocha seductively mumbled, "let's see how pent up you are after a big school day."   He covered his eyes as his mother snuck a hand down his little undies and...   *FWIP- CRAAASH!*   A throbbing, monstrous orange fuckrod burst from his undies and completely destroyed the nearby stalls, blasting a hole through the wall. Vyaneu couldn't stop it. Embarassment and shame overloaded his senses. He cried and cried, his pacci failing to muffle his anguish as his tip slid from his foreskin, precum flooding from it like water from a pipe.   "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" the little girl exclaimed.   "Aki, what did I tell you about-... Holy. Fucking. Shit."   Vyaneu's orange fuckorbs were pulsing and stewing on the floor, the boy pushed against the stall wall as he bawled his eyes out. His mother angrily looked up at the other two girls, who were staring at Vyaneu with an intense lust.   "So... Stinkyyy..." the little girl moaned, her and her mother shuffling towards the pair like possessed zombies. They stopped the moment Mocha pulled some pepper spray from her purse.   "He's MINE. HE'S MINE, YOU THIRSTY LITTLE SHITS! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!"   --   "So he's retarded."   "Yup."   "I mean, I kinda suspected that. You told me the stupid little shit didn't even start babbling until he was a year old."   "Hey, now, Perry, he can't be stupid because he's doing good in only one or two subjects and failing the rest of them!"   The two laughed as they sat sandwiched between Vyaneu. His aunt, Pera, fat and pink. His mother, Mocha, slim and crimson... Well, now, Mocha was even fatter than Pera. Even after squirting out an ocean of Vyaneu's babybatter on the sidewalks and other people's lawns during the walk home, she was still ridiculously bloated with zylep tyke semen.   "Anyways, now the real good shit. Vya filled me up reaaal fuckin' good. So goddamn good I couldn't even fuckin' hold it all in. I really REALLY wanted to, but... I guess Vya doesn't want any babies with his sweet mommy."   She stared down at him, looking sad.   "Why do you hate your mommy, Vya? Why won't all your cummies stay in my belly? Mommy just wants a billion little zyleps floating around in her belly, why won't your cummies just stay put?"   "Don't listen to her," Pera said as she picked him up and squished him between her chestthings. "Your mommy knows that a boy as big as you can't fit all his cummies inside her teensy weensy belly! But you CAN fit all your cummies into MY belly! That's why I'm so big! You've got a baker's dozen swimming around in auntie's womb, kid!"   "Goddamnit, I told you not to fucking tell him!"   "Or what? He'll cry into his pussyfier?"   "I wanted to keep it a secret!"   "Yeah, whatever. I bet even a little retard like him can count how many are inside me just by looking. And he can tell how many are inside you, ZERO!"   Mocha's arms gripped around Vyaneu's legs, pulling on him. Pera pulled on his arms, a game of tug-of-war ensuing over the young child.   "GODDAMNIT, I JUST WANT A FEW BILLION BABIES!" Mocha screamed at the top of her lungs. "GIVE EM TO ME! GIVE EM TO ME, VYA!"   "Sorry, sis, Vya's already claimed this womb! And I think he wants inside it again!"   "GIVE HIM BACK, GIVE HIM BACK SO I CAN-!"   The wrong tug on his pants caused his magic undies to come off, and soon the two were quickly crushed under his engorged fuckrod and sack. Vyaneu felt them squirm under his dick and nuts, and he HATED it. He closed his eyes and curled up into a ball as his colossal, throbbing boyhood pulsed and leaked pre all over the inside of the house.   Don't wanna feel... Don't wanna feel... Don't wanna-   "VYA!" he heard as he felt Mocha slide out from under his planetary fuckorbs. "YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLEEE!"   He felt her stomp over his sack, every step towards him making him tense up.   Mommy... No, mommy...   She stomped past his comparatively tiny body and onto his veiny cock, Vya trying to drown out the physical pleasure of the pseudo-footjob with his tears and thoughts.   Mommy, I don't wanna... I don't wanna play a game, mommy...   Pera crawled out from under his fuckcannon, groaning.   "Fuckin'... Auuuuugh... I'm gonna need Vinny to fuck THAT back into place..."   "GAME TIME, VYA!" Mocha screamed, becoming hoarse. "TIME TO PLAY 'THE HOUSE IS DESTROYED AND IT'S YOUR FAULT'!"   He felt it. Mommy's parts. Wet. Warm. Stretching. Stretching down his colossal fucklog. No moans. No pleasure. Just an angry stare. Her cuntlips reached the base of his shaft. She held his face and uncovered his eyes.   "Look at me. LOOK! AT! ME! YOUR COCK AND BALLS ARE GONNA DESTROY OUR HOUSE FOR THE SIXTEENTH TIME!"   Vyaneu had no choice but to look at his mother, avoiding eye contact with her furious gaze.   "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!? MOMMY SAYS SHE WANTS A BILLION BABIES, YOU GIVE MOMMY A BILLION BABIES! YOU'RE FERTILE! YOU'RE FUCKING HUGE! WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!?"   He felt it growing. Her juices coated his giga-fuckrod, making it grow bigger and bigger.   "You feel that?" Mocha asked, her voice shredded, but no less enraged. "You're gonna break the house agaaaain! That's what happens when you don't give mommy what she wants!"   Vya broke down into tears as he sensed the very tip of his cock, blanketed by his mommy's cum-filled womb, breach the roof of the house.   *creeeaaak-! KSHHH!*   "There ya go, break the fuckin' roof again. Make us broke again. Make us broke and homeless because you couldn't do what mommy wanted!"   His tears poured down his shaft along with Mocha's cuntjuices. His mommy used a few fingers to tip his head up, a deadly gaze piercing him.   "Even if you cum right now, it doesn't matter. When mommy wants her babies, you give mommy her babies. Wherever and whenever she wants them."   *GLOOOORP! FSHHHHHHHHH!*   In seconds, the house blew up with the sheer womb-clogging force at which Vyaneu came. Mocha's belly filled and filled and filled, her cock- and cum-drowned womb beginning to bloat into the neighbor's yards. Vyaneu's balls churned and glorped like nothing was wrong with the boy himself, despite his terror and shame beating down on him like the sun. Semen began to shoot from her entrance, her womb filled to its maximum capacity, shots of hot toddlercum spurting out all over the remnants of the living room and the front yard. Splurt. Splurt. Splurt! Splurt, splurt!... Then, it stopped. Vyaneu gasped for air, feeling faint from his crying, his hyperventilating, and the intensity of his unwanted orgasm. His mommy grabbed his shoulders.   "The house is destroyed," she flatly said. "And it's your fault."   Mocha herself began to cry along with her son, the neighbors soon coming out to investigate.   --   "I'm so glad everyone came to help out," Mocha said with a teary smile. Her large belly, filled with enough cum to impregnate hundreds of zyleps, sat and shrunk as a pump drained her womb. "My baby boy... I love him, but... He's a lot to handle sometimes."   "No worries, miss," said a black zylep with hyper muscles. "My brothers and I will have your house built back up in no time. It's a betting game for us now! How long will it be before Mocha's baby boy breaks the house with his big bonkers and... Some dick euphemism that starts with B."   "Pfthahahahah! Ah, Betsu."   "Betsu doesn't mean dick!"   "That's your name, dork!"   Betsu ignored her remark and looked at little Vyaneu, who was feeding on his mother's breasts.   "Aw... Little bud still loves his mommy's milk."   "He sure does," Mocha replied. "Either that... Or he wants to make sure I'm ready once he claims my eggs."   "Ready to be a mom again?"   "Fuck. Yes. Me and my son? We're gonna have the biggest family in zylep history. We're all gonna be the same age forever, and we're gonna find a lush garden planet. We'll name it Planet Vyaneu, and we'll fill it up entirely with our babies. Little Vyaneu's gonna fuck my pussy, then our daughter's pussies when they're still in the womb, then their daughter's pussies in their wombs, then their daughters will come out giving birth while I'm giving birth, and-!"   "I think I get it," Betsu said with a smile, concealing his worry. "Anyways, I hope you and Pera get well soon. My bros are starting the work right now, I just had to check on you before stopping by."   He waved at little Vyaneu, their eyes temporarily meeting.   "Bye-bye, little buddy! Take good care of your mommy, ok?"   Then, he left the large, open room, leaving Vyaneu alone with his mother. She snuggled with him as he fed from her breast.   "You make me sick, little Vya," she tenderly whispered. "You don't love me. You can't even get me pregnant how I want... I told them to abort the only two eggs you managed to claim. You make me fucking sick, having to kill our children. You made me kill our children, Vya. You made. Me. Kill. Our. Children."   She ran her free hand down Vya's hair tendrils, smiling as she forced him into eye contact with her.   "You will never make me happy until you give me what I want. I want Planet Vyaneu. I want us to be thirty-two and four forever. I want a planet full of healthy, smart, fit, and virile children, all from you. The only child your failure of a father gave me before his death. You won't die before you give me what I want, will you? No. You won't. You can't. Because if you die, then I'll bring you back just to kill you."   She snuggled with him as if absolutely nothing was wrong, Vyaneu shaking and quietly sobbing as he kept feeding.   "Yes, Vyaneu. Cry. Cry. Because the truth hurts. Mommy wants her Planet Vyaneu. And if she doesn't get her Planet Vyaneu... You can figure it out."