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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t"They're like yoga pants, but better," Milkie explained, turning his back to his raccoon friend and giving the opening at the backside of his pants a swat. The blend of cotton and lycra spandex that spread out under the opening in the synthetic hard-weave created a valley that plunged deep between the bubble-round shape of his big, fat buttocks. Soft, warm, inviting, that valley was a promised land on bold, beautiful display amid the curves and dips of the feminine rodent's wide hips, plump thighs, and looming male enormity. Indeed, he was like a landscape that rolled and plateaued in all the right ways. Scenic. Breathtaking. Covetable. Milkie produced a small remote that was wedged between his hip and the waist of his pants. A flashy piece of pink, glossy plastic with a number of black buttons. "Check it," He commanded with a grin, casually jutting out a hip to make his bulbous backside wobble. Coy as ever, he held the remote flush against his thigh and hid the act of pressing down on a button with his thumb. Quickly, consistently, Milkie's butt began to round out more, and more, and more... At the slow, creeping pace much akin to the rolling, creaking reverberations of a massage chair's back - and equally as warm and inviting - Milkie's ass grew before the man's eyes. The thin, black fabric valley bubbled up against its confines, squeezed out against the opening carved out for it, and was pulled tighter and tighter to test the extents of which the elastic nylon would stretch. The hard-weave was pulled taut, tightening around his hips. The golden rings at the sides dug in. The clothing groaned under the considerable strain. So too did the lucky raccoon's, over the tumescent shape of his growing arousal. His dick broke free of his pants before Milkie's ass had any chance of tearing up his own. From those well-filled skinny-jeans, the man's underwear jutted out around the towering silhouette of a proverbial third leg. The mouse smirked, amused. "Busted right out of your pants for it, huh?" He asked casually, but the jeer was plain as day. "That's understandable~" The billowing fat-basket continued its steady crawl into enormity. The mouse's rear end could have been used as an architect's table. Excited at the bold, blatant display, the raccoon grit his teeth around a groan. "Gimmie that butt!!" He demanded. Retribution came swift. Milkie's ass crashed punishingly into his friend's hips and crotch, slamming his backside up against the kitchen counter, rattling clutter on it knocking over the tin of assorted utensils and sending them crashing to the floor. The pain in the raccoon's lower back throbbed, but it was smothered - like the rest of him in the devouring half-moons of Milkie's embiggened derrière. The mouse shoved back and dragged his hips left and right, very nearly taking the other man with them and dragging him across the counter. "You come into MY home...!" The mouse bellowed, but his massive grin betrayed any serious wrath. The mouse paused. He tapped his chin in contemplation. He tapped the raccoon's chin as well, with his slender, pink tail. "Well," Milkie said, "You ARE a very special customer..." He stood up straight and leaned back, smoothing his shoulder's against the raccoon's chest. The scent of vanilla rose up, as Milkie's ass seemed to tighten around the erect dick that now hotdogged the nylon Grand Canyon. Milkie lifted his hands and reached back to embrace the raccoon's head, teasing his hair. "Alright," Milkie conceded, "Let's have you show me some 'customer service' for a change."\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
Milkie's putting the "bottom" in "power-bottom!" Bienvenue!
For this piece, I wanted primarily to focus on two things: the opening at the back of Milkie's Port-Jeans that resembles clearly the one at the front (in fact it's all one opening, leaving a space between his legs completely open!), and him finally using that nanotech remote to make his ass bigger.
Though, big news in the real world of me, Milkie Souris - On June 28th, right at the end of Pride, I came out to my family as bisexual. The event comes with a couple of mixed emotions, but the aftermath has been a powerful need to explore the other half of my sexuality more openly and with more confidence. Men have been on my mind a lot lately, and gay sex with them. It was high time I countered the disproportionate representation of Milkie slam-fucking beautiful, alluring women. It was time to get another picture of him being slam-fucked by a guy~
With some dick-suckin' for good measure. God I love oral. <3
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