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This is pretty vanilla stuff! Oral, anal, vaginal, rimming, paizuri, incest and [iconname]aikega[/iconname] levels of jizz. Well, alright, maybe it's vanilla up until the last part, and maybe I'm not quite at Aikega level yet, but maybe one day.", "writing": "[center][b][u]Me Time[/u][/b]\nAuthored by [iconname]Milkie[/iconname]\nA [iconname]Windmutt[/iconname] commission[/center]\n\nMilkette did another check around the store, tapping her pen on her clipboard, then against her chin. She did these checks at least twice a week, not that she didn’t trust anyone else to do them, or even that she would assume things went missing, but she liked to familiarize herself with her stock. It helped keep her memory sharp, plus she had to count all the things on the shelves and run them with all the things in storage and make sure the numbers added up. That was just inventory basics! She’d seen the same games and accessories around her store a hundred times over, so much so that she knew how long some had been left unbought for days. It kept her thinking of what prices she ought to mark down to push sales, even if she had to fork over at a loss.\n\nMeanwhile her twin, Milkie, watched on from behind the service counter. He leaned on it lazily, cheek palmed. His tail lazily waved left and right as he watched her work, nudging his glasses to adjust them; something he did about a thousand times a day.\n\nIt wasn’t bored people-watching that drew Milkie’s attention. Taking one’s eyes off Milkette was a difficult task. She was a gorgeous mouse, the kind of mouse that most men wish they grew up with, or lived near, or knew. She was small, certainly; barely over five feet tall, but she made up for it. She combined a body to die for with a girl-next-door face. She had big, blue eyes and the round glasses she wore perched on her nose were even bigger. That day she’d pulled her long chocolate hair up into a high pony tail, where her bangs came down to frame her face and sweep just past her chin. Her bucked teeth were often described as adorable by any who cared to mention them.\n\nHer frame was compact, but enormous in all the right places. Her breasts stretched out her white t-shirt so much the imprint of the bra she wore pushed hard enough against the fabric to hint at its navy-blue cups. One could hardly blame her; her boobs were bigger than her own head, each! It was hard enough to find a shirt to fit them, let alone a bra that didn’t threaten to snap a wire at any given moment. It was impossible to tell if she left her green track jacket unzipped for comfort, or if she just couldn’t do it up past her own chest.\n\nHer top’s neckline showed a tasteful amount of her creamed-coffee cleavage. The same colour dominated her front, from a peak at the bridge of her nose, spreading out around her cheeks, jaw, and chin, all the way down past her tummy, stopping at her inner thighs. Her fingertips, which fiddled with her blue pen, were dipped in the same colour. Her big, round ears sprouting from her head were also the same, offsetting the rest of her chocolate brown bod.\n\nOf course, those fat baps didn’t come from nowhere. She was thin once, but not anymore. Somewhere along the way she thickened out. She wasn’t [i]fat[/i] by most stretches of the imagination, but her tummy did dip out just a little. She was pleasantly plump, and she wore it well. She had a fat butt and broad thighs, contained that day in a pair of small khaki shorts. The tan garment may as well have been painted on, but she wore two thin leather straps that served as belts anyway. All for show, she wore them at slightly differing angles with some overlap. Sandals had her feet mostly bare, revealing her toes to be light brown like her fingertips.\n\nThere was even a peek of light brown sticking out from the back of the legs of her little shorts. The colour bloomed out over her butt starting from between her thighs. Her underbelly’s colour looped around and made a shape like a heart over her backside. Milkie knew that much because they were twins – he had it too. He followed that teasing glimpse around the store with his eyes, watching the way his twin’s rotund cheeks rolled with her every step. They were going to get as big as her breasts some day. She wasn’t trying to put on a show, but with short legs like hers? That hip-sway was unavoidable.\n\nWhat’s more, if he let his eyes roam from her butt up her back, the white-clothed swells of her tits were visible from behind. The sheer magnitude of their rounded girth made that possible. She even had to hold the clip board out from her some ways so she could write on it without her cumbersome chest getting in the way. Her arms were always raised in such a way that Milkie could admire those head-dwarfing hooters from any angle. She’d stop, write something on her sheet, then keep going. Her beautiful, shining ponytail drifted behind her. The back of her neck was somehow alluring in its exposure.\n\nEven if she looked almost exactly like him, she was smoking hot. He’d have been the last person to ever deny it.\n\nMilkie whistled. “Damn girl, when’d you get so hot?” He called to her, no customers around to offend.\n\nMilkette didn’t even turn to address him, but she grinned. “Figured you noticed,” She said, her pink, thin tail waving around, “I’ve been gaining some weight.”\n\n“Looks fucking hot,” Milkie grinned, “It’s not like you’ve gained a lot, though.”\n\n“I’m no Sammy,” Milkette conceded, “But I can pinch a little off my waist these days.”\n\n“Oh really?” Milkie was already stepping out from behind the counter when he questioned her. He walked the short distance across the store to catch her, quite literally. He snuck up behind her, ineffectually as her twitching ears indicated, while she was counting some of the Warhammer miniatures still in-box on the shelves. He snatched her up from behind and pushed his hands under her shirt, pressing his fingers against her stomach to feel the yield in her smooth fur and soft flesh.\n\nMilkette closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath that made her massive breasts rise. She blushed, but didn’t at all stop her twin from touching her. Milkie tucked in close against her back, able to smell the sugar cookie perfume she splashed over her throat. It smelled tasty, so he didn’t hesitate to press his lips against the side of her neck and kiss her. He smooched her loudly, making her mask a pleased exhalation as a chuckle.\n\n“You feel… [b]so[/b] nice…” The boy-mouse purred, applying a few more teasingly placed kisses. Milkette could feel his dick pushing against her butt. Even that little bit of affection got that monster pumping.\n\n“Hmmph…” Milkette breathed, tilting her head to expose herself to his kisses, while reaching up to tangle her fingers – pen still between them – in his own medium-length chocolate hair. “Damn right I do.”\n\nShe tried giving him a coy stare, able just to see a bit of his head from that angle. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She asked, “Shouldn’t you at least [i]try[/i] to be a little more monogamous?”\n\n“Maybe,” Her twin confessed, “Maybe.”\n\n“With your sister, no less!” Milkette half-heartedly chastised him.\n\nHis response was to shove his hips forward, making hers buck forward, and cramming the bulge of his contained cock against her ass that much harder. “As long as Leila gets her share, she don’t mind,” He said, “Besides, it’s just a matter of variety.”\n\n“Mm? Wish your girlfriend had tits like these?” She asked, pushing back against his incessant shoving in a kind of faux power struggle. To her credit, she shoved him back, all while grinding her round butt against him.\n\nMilkie raised his hands up under her shirt until he was grabbing the cups of her bra and fondling her breasts. Now his grabbing hands were imprinting her shirt, the fabric hoisted to expose her midriff. “Mmn, nah…” The male mouse thoughtfully answered, “My Leila is [i]perfect[/i]. That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate your massive boobs though.”\n\n“True facts.” Milkette pinned his hands down with the clip board, holding it tightly to her chest. That didn’t stop him, rather all it did was pin his palms to her tits and squish her bosom against her own chest. They billowed out beautifully from the tops and bottom of that bra, like fluffy, warm marshmallow.\n\n“Besides, what about Jon?” Milkie teased, standing on his toes to speak more closely into her ear.\n\n“Not my boyfriend.” Milkette countered, “Besides, it’s all a matter of variety.”\n\nFinally, she turned to face him. His big, blue eyes looked back at hers and he couldn’t wipe the dopey grin off his face. Same big, round glasses, same bucked teeth as her. His hair wasn’t as lengthy as hers; hers came down to her mid-back, his only hung around his jaw and nape. He’d grown it out compared to way back when, so it parted in the center and framed his features. He wore mascara, making his eyelashes appear big and fluttery, accentuated. He’d taken such a feminine turn in the recent months, but Milkette thought it looked damn fine. That was her kind of man.\n\nHe was very slender and firm up top. He had a nice chest, good pecks. He cut that distinct shape under his black long sleeve, the kind where his thumbs fit through holes at the cuffs and made them almost like gloves. It was ever-so-slightly too short, allowing a peek at his creamed-coffee navel and chocolatey lower back. His shoulders were somewhat narrow, adding to his girlish appearance. He was a slight male. Past his waist was a different story, however.\n\nHe'd had work done. Nanotech Solutions Artificial Implants. A friend of Milkette’s talked him into it. His hips fanned out wide, giving her a run for her money. If that weren’t ridiculous enough, his thighs were fattened to present him in a pear shape, and his ass… it was unreal. Literally, the sheer size of it and how perky it was shouldn’t have been possible on his frame. A normal five-foot-three-inch mouse wouldn’t have the body mass to create a shelf of a butt like his. Milkette could have used it as a pillow and had room to spare. Heck she may have been able to share it with someone else! It was fat, it rolled when he walked, it jiggled and swayed, and she could squeeze it like a stress ball; just dig her fingers in inches deep as hard as she could… and he’d enjoy the treatment!\n\nThe main draw of Milkie, however, was his cock and balls. There was no denying it, his masculinity projected itself obnoxiously into the space in front of him. He’d taken to having to wear a special brand of jeans for largely endowed people called Port Jeans. They were, essentially, chaps. What space amidst the denim that would have been empty was instead covered by elastic nylon – something stretchy and accommodating. It was woven into a pouch at the front and created a snug, warm, insulated layer underneath. His pink pants housed an enormous black pouch at between his legs where his half-chubbed dick was obviously draped over and between a pair of nuts so large they outsized Milkette’s own tits by a hair. The guy could have filled a black garbage bag to capacity, and it kind of looked like he had and was just walking around all casually with it.\n\nAll that masculinity and he wore purple sneakers with white soles and strawberry lip gloss. He was the most gender-confused thing most people had ever laid eyes on.\n\nFor Milkette, well… he just made her [i]hungry[/i].\n\n“Mm, variety, huh?” Milkie cooed. He’d been forced to release Milkette, but it didn’t take him long to get in close again. Her breasts squashed against his chest, as the two of them were the same height. He smelled like raspberries when he was that close – perfume, not deodorant. \n\nOne of Milkette’s hands was pinned to her chest, holding the clip board squished between her and him. The other had the pen, which she took to carefully tease his dick. She clicked the pen against his bulge and then kneaded in with the tip. “Yes,” She said, “Big-balled, faggy variety.”\n\n“Not just big,” Milkie said, “[b]Huge[/b], and [i]full[/i].”\n\nMilkette closed in, and sealed her lips against his. They kissed, and not adorably. Open-mouthed, tongues feasting on one another, they kissed. Neither of them missed a beat. They closed their eyes, their ears lowered, and they tilted their head to make sure their teeth didn’t clack together. Milkette allowed herself to lean against the wall, her back pushed up against various boxes of small fantasy-themed, unpainted models and their boxes. Milkie braced her with one hand on her lower back, ensuring she didn’t push too hard against the shelves and still managing to pin. They kept kissing. Their tongues tasted one another, their saliva mixed, they even drank some of it, swallowing each other’s taste eagerly. They went on as long as they could without coming up for air, humming pleasant moans all the while.\n\nWhen Milkette tried to pull back, Milkie just pressed in more eagerly. He trapped her in that kiss and she accepted her fate with a shiver. One of the boxes behind her got crushed just a little; she ignored it and curled her tail around her twin’s leg. They carried on kissing. They’d been at it so long it was a wonder their faces hadn’t started to turn blue. They never tired of it though, of the closeness and the sensations and the tastes. It was all so erotically charged. Every second spend making out just made them hotter.\n\nEventually though, they [b]had[/b] to part. They did with saliva bridging their lips together.\n\n“I have a very sudden urge to spend the night at your house and we’re not going to stop fucking even when your girlfriend comes in.” Milkette insisted.\n\nMilkie blushed, but shrugged. “It’s almost too bad she’s not popping in tonight.”\n\nMilkette squirmed heatedly. “We’re closing early tonight,” She said, “Go lock up or you’re [b]so[/b] fucking fired.”\n\n“Oh?” Milkie raised his eyebrows, “But what about the profits?” There came that shit-eating grin again.\n\n“Fuuuuuuck the profits,” Milkette groaned, shoving her twin to make him stumble, only to yank him into her again and assault his neck with love-bites and long, slow laps of her tongue, “Mmfah, then fuck me.”\n\nMilkie grunted, mashing one of his hands into one of her tits to keep her at bay. “Bitch you better be ready to [i]drown[/i] in jizz tonight,” He said, “You’re gonna straight up eat, sleep, and [i]breathe[/i] cock.”\n\n“There ain’t enough force in that fat-assed little body of yours that can scare me.” Milkette shot her twin a wicked look.\n\nThey had to untangle to go about the closing procedures, finishing counts and drawing down the shutters, locking the doors and setting the alarm. They did everything they could to keep their lusts ignited though, which involved grabbing one another or running their hands over each other’s bodies, or even letting their tails slide over their various parts whenever they were in close enough proximity.\n\nWhen they got in the car to go home, Milkette spent the duration of the ride leaned over into the driver’s seat with her face shoved in her twin’s fat cock-bulge where she adoringly licked it over and over while he drove. She drooled over his pants, soaking that nylon pouch through, relishing in the shape, feel, and smell of his clothed bundle of manhood. A thorough bulge-lavishing went overlooked far too often in her books. She dragged her teeth over it, puckered her lips and ran them up and down the extending length of cock that just couldn’t stay down. She grabbed and squeezed his balls, each one overfilling her hand at least thrice over. He had to drive all the while, squirming and trying to focus through the throbbing need that made him groan and squeak.\n\nWhen they got home, Milkie’s cock was nearly buckling under its own strain, unable to bust free of the confinement and pulling the fabric tight to transparency. Walking to door with a stiffened slab of meat that could have reached past his own knee was a struggle; doubly so when Milkette used it as a handle to lead him by.\n\nWhen they got inside, Milkette kicked off her sandals, turned to her twin, and pinned him against the door by throwing her body at him. Her tits made for great cushions to soften the impact, but they provided the weight to just toss him back. As she leaned her chest into him, staring into his eyes with red cheeks and a lusty grin, her hands were all over his bulge. She kneaded his stiff cock and enormous balls like dough, fondling them and molesting them with no pattern or finesse. Her hands just had to grab, and grab they did, hefting, hoisting, squeezing and rubbing with wild abandon. Milkie let out a frustrated groan of pleasure. “Damn, girl…” He breathed, “Get me out of these pants!”\n\n“I suppose that’s fair,” Milkette agreed, “I want to suck that cock anyway.”\n\nMilkette just couldn’t deny her unyielding oral fixation. Without any fanfare, she dropped to her knees and set to work undoing Milkie’s pants. This was a simple matter of undoing but button at the waist and unfastening the front pouch where she could then tuck the fabric under his package. The way his big, fat cock sprung out at her face was impressive, and how his balls seemed to spill out, and out, and [b]out[/b] was even more so. Sixteen inches of soda-can-thick dick spilled forth like a trunk from his crotch. It sagged under its own weight a little, all reddened and swollen flesh, blood-pumping veins, and dribbling pre-cum leaking from the tip of the spongy head. His balls reached his knees easily, and wobbled deceptively soft with slight shifting movements.\n\nMilkette grabbed his shaft and stroked toward the base with both hands just to peel down the ever-so-slight foreskin that had been snuggly wrapped around the crown of that fat dick. It dribbled pre-cum onto her top, staining it with lusty spunk, while she elatedly smelled the musky, hot scent of her twin’s arousal. The skin was a little slick, and the fur around his balls was a little slimy as well… he’d been leaking for a while. Milkette had been able to taste it in the car, now it was mere inches away from her mouth. She parted her lips where she could taste his salty skin in the air, permeating off him in a musk.\n\nMilkie himself couldn’t wait. Milkette loomed over his cock like a predator. She carefully took him in, sized him up, judging on the best way to attack it. Her gaze was… studious, but clouded by lust. He knew that she loved to suck cock – always had, always will. They shared that little delight, as he was just as fond of treating a dick to some lip-service. Milkette wasn’t just a cock sucker though, she was a fellatio master trained on the peak of Mount Throat, by the ancient masters of the succ. Her level of careful consideration for the sole purpose of inhaling his dick was a thrilling concept. It had him throbbing harder than ever, his cock rising to curve slightly upward. She seemed to take this new angle into account, running her hand along the entire length from base to tip and having her eyes carefully analyze the journey.\n\nFinally, she poised herself at the end of his meaty rod and puckered her lips to attach to the very tip. Her soft, lush lips created a perfect seal. She relaxed herself, visibly, as she reached out and took hold of his hips. Her hands’ grip was tender at first, but she squeezed with driven purpose. She studied Milkie’s expression for a moment, one of anticipation and impatience, and then closed her eyes.\n\n“Mmnnn… Nmh!” She descended, taking his dick into her mouth, her jaw relaxed to open smoothly and fluidly. She hummed a sensual moan of approval before his shaft clogged her vocals, rendering her unable to let out much more than muffled sounds. She did just that, without hesitation, pausing only momentarily to settle her gag reflex before continuing with her siren’s song of longing susurration. Her mouth was open so wide to take him, it was a wonder her jaw didn’t ache. She hardly seemed bothered, however. She just kept going, swallowing half a foot with relative ease and pushing further. Her mouth was hot, tight… her tongue slithered like a snake, scrubbing his hot, sticky flesh. Saliva greased the process, making her suction a slurping affair. She drooled on his cock beyond her control, but it only made things feel that much better as it trickled down over his nuts.\n\n“Oh fuck.” Milkie grunted his approval. It was curt, harsh. His body tensed when he did it. He tried to breathe in and speak out at the same time. His cock throbbed, it pulsated with desire. Milkette could feel it all, she could taste it all too. His pre-cum was leaking more, it salted her throat, made it sticky and slick. She had no choice but to swallow the thick syrup. She dipped her chin down, then rose it as she swallowed. His cock was pulled by her throat, and he groaned again. She carried on, holding him steady as she turned her head to get a slightly better angle and continue swallowing him whole. When she just couldn’t go any further, over a foot had disappeared in her mouth. She peered up at him but the angle was too close. She couldn’t see the pleased look on his face, the way his lips formed shapes in their happy, quiet moans in lieu of his eyes being open. He clawed at the door though, and his knees slackened. She grabbed his hips tighter and hoisted him up, disallowing any respite for his quivering thighs.\n\n“Hnnmph… slrp… mm… schlrp…!” Milkette serenaded him with a debauched soundtrack of throaty moans that shook his embedded dick and watery slurps, perfectly orchestrated by her allowing air to pass between her lips at just the right times. The cold inhales couldn’t cool the burning hard-on stuffed into her mouth; everything she did only seemed to make it hotter. The seal she made passed over his flesh, a ring of flesh that stroked him. Her tongue swirled and lapped, trying to coil around that cock and embrace it like a lover. She couldn’t, not unless she were a snake, but her efforts didn’t go to waste. Every twist and nudge her hot little muscle made slathered spit over new places, prodded new nerves. She was playing him like an instrument.\n\n“Oh, my god, why are you so good at this?” Milkie murmured, “You some… patron saint of blowjobs? Fuck.”\n\nEven her teeth were utilized just to bring new feelings into the mix. Her bucked teeth weren’t small, it was difficult to keep them from getting involved… she’d learned to use them, keep them gliding rather than dragging; to nibble, not bite. She grazed his skin, but nothing more. Her lips and throat did most of the work, her neck like a vacuum that clenched around his shaft. If she gagged, her esophagus fluttered and squeezed. When she gulped, it compacted, trapping him in a vice. At all other moments, it was pumping over him like a sleeve, keeping his cock hot and his nerves on edge. Every little touch lit him up, pleasure burning in his loins and making his body feel on edge. He could feel it in his tailbone, of all places. His toes couldn’t help but curl in the shoes he hadn’t even taken off yet!\n\n“Oh, fucking shit…!” Milkie groaned. The pressure was building. He was about to pop. Milkette delighted in this, and only seemed to redouble her efforts. Her sloppy guzzling of his cock hit its chorus, her head bobbing at a swift, needy pace. Her lips stretched over the length of his cock, gripping so insistently on his flesh, creating a tight seal around her darting tongue that teased his glans. Her hands kneaded his balls in an expression of want, coaxing with her fingers to bring the heavy load they held to bear.\n\nGULP!\n\nIt came in a sudden rush, Milkie’s cock fattening under the sheer strain of the pressure. His balls tightened along with most of his body and his throbbing meat pulsated like crazy to pump out a stream of cum that, one could swear, was inches-thick around. Immediately it clogged Milkette’s throat, the hot, pasty cream so thick it stuck to the insides and was difficult to budge. She swallowed, loud and strong, only to have to guzzle it down as it packed in further. She chugged the stuff as it pumped into her throat in measured cups by the second, eventually finding it too much to swallow, try as she might. The white cascade came up and out, and she moaned around his cock as it exploded from her face like a ruptured seal, splattering all over her enormous tits.\n\nThat slurping became more gargled as Milkie’s cum poured out of her face. More still was being greedily guzzled into her undulating throat. She had a rhythm of swallowing: swill and relax, only to swill again. She timed it with the passing seconds; eight… nine… ten. For every swallow, spunk spilled over her front in a cascade, pouring from her mouth. She made no attempt to stop it, letting it wash her t-shirt and jacket with little thought toward the consequence. She enjoyed the way the hot gunk ran down her body to pool between her tightly clenched thighs.\n\nShe had to pull away, she just couldn’t keep drinking it forever. Her stomach already felt like a water balloon ready to pop. With a choking sound, she released Milkie’s cock, which popped free all slick and soaked with spit and cum. His continued orgasm sprayed into the air. It shot right over Milkette’s head and it splashed loudly on the floor behind her. Immediately it splattered and began piling up on itself in a puddle. Milkette loved watching it; the way his cock flexed in her hands as she milked it was heavenly. His cum didn’t stop. It either gushed heavily with every twitch of his cock or pumped out comparatively more gently. Either way, it never broke off, not for several more seconds of splashing, flooding ecstasy. Milkette could feel the growing cum-pool licking her toes by the time Milkie’s climax dwindled, and he’d been at least hitting a mark a foot behind her.\n\nAnd there she sat, a cum-soaked mess all down her front. It was still warm over her chin and chest. Milkie trembled, but with a steady exhale he seemed calm. A load that enormous – a gallon at the least – would have withered a lesser man up like a raisin. Milkie was completely fine, if a little heavy of breath. He needed time to relax much like anyone, but they were far from done. As he caught his breath, Milkette kissed the tip of his dick, swiping with her tongue to ensure she sucked out every last drop and keep him stiff.\n\n“Mmmph… So good.” The girl-mouse purred, “I wish more guys could cum like that.”\n\n“If you call that enough,” Milkie huffed, grinning down at his twin, “Which we don’t.”\n\n“Oh no,” Milkette said, rising to her feet, “That’s a drop in the ocean.”\n\nShe turned and walked away. Her clothes fell to the floor one piece after another, making a trail as she stripped on the way to Milkie’s room. First it was her shorts, then her jacket, and then her jizz-soaked t-shirt. Milkie followed the trail, his clothes finding their place among them. He was naked by the time he reached his bedroom, and Milkette had just removed her bra as she climbed onto his queen-sized bed. She settled in facing the door, on her knees with them spread wide apart, leaned slightly back with her hands supporting her. She thrust her big creamed-coffee globular tits out proudly, while only a pair of lacy burgundy panties rest snug between her thighs. The girl-mouse’s fat pink nipples were hardened to look like massive erasers on the end of a pencil. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and Milkie’s eyes followed them. He didn’t hold back when he got in close, getting half on to the bed and grabbing his twin by the tits.\n\nHe fondled them, rolling their massive weight around in heaving, slow circles. His fingers squeezed in, gripping those fat-filled fun bags with urgency. Of course, he leaned past his work to lock lips with Milkette once more, kissing her as his hands kneaded and mauled her chest. It made her feel warm, then hot. The way he clumsily thumbed over her nipples, flicking the hardened nubs of flesh around, sent shivers up her spine. It made her gasp into the kiss, and she shuddered as those teats began to leak. Milk spilled over, drooling from her nipples in a thick-looking stream that trickled down her tits’ enormous, rounded masses to dribble onto her already messy lap. Milkie only parted the kiss when he was ready to heft up one of those giant boobs and stuff it into his mouth. He opened wide and latched on, sucking in as much of her areola even that he could get. He sucked hard right away, his tongue battering her nipple as he did.\n\n“Ohh!” Milkette moaned out, shuddering as her body lit up. She writhed in place, clenching her thighs and panting as her twin devoured her tit. Milk began to spray into his mouth, drenching his tongue as it battered the erected nub. He gulped, swallowing loudly as she had when she drank his cum. He had every reason to – she was almost as productive! The more he squeezed her fat teat like the udder it resembled, the more milk came out. It spritzed at first, and was soon flowing like a drinking fountain into his face. He swallowed and gulped, drinking greedily of her. It made her tingle, it made her breast feel warm. She moaned, making no effort to be silent. Feeling that pressure escape her bust into Milkie’s waiting throat was too good to be quiet about.\n\nShe tasted nice. She had a base, almost buttery taste, like hazelnut and dairy. Milkie adjusted his posture, getting in close and staying on his knees on his bed. He relentlessly stayed glued to her breast, pulling on her nipple with his lips to lift her hefty mound, to move and manipulate it. He bobbed his head, plunging his muzzle into her tit-fat and withdrawing to pull wondrously hard on her nipple, utilizing his teeth for a light, pinching grip. Milkette couldn’t keep her voice down. “Oh! Oh god…!” She cried, “Yes, oh yes!”\n\nShe was heating up like a crock pot and seemed ready to burst. She decided it best to stop him before it got too far. She pulled back, having to yank her tit out of her twin’s mouth. He didn’t let it go willingly, he sucked harder, until unplugging her milk-gushing tit became difficult. She gasped when he finally released her, her breast wobbling into place. She intercepted his efforts to grab her tits anew and threw him down onto his back on the already messy covers on his bed. From there, she climbed on top of him, where she planted her ass firmly down over his face.\n\nHer ass was fat. There was no trying to deny it, she’d packed away so many doughnuts in her day that she’d developed a rounded bubble of ass fat that stuck out from her backside like a little shelf. She wedged him in, planting firmly to push his muzzle up between her cheeks; still wrapped up in lace. She knew he’d take well to that, but she was still surprised by how much. He lifted his arms up under her legs, spreading her to nearly the splits so he could hook his arms around her thighs and grab her hips. Then he pulled. He forced her to sit harder on his face, and when he crushed his nose against the crack of her covered butt, his tongue splayed out to hotly drag across her hole.\n\n“Ooh!” she perked up. His tongue lapping at her asshole tickled at first, but the saliva-drenched warmth soon overpowered that feeling. His tongue slurped over her pucker like he was trying to wear a hole right into her underwear. He could taste her through them, certainly, especially when his spit soaked through. Her cheeks reflexively clenched around his head as her body tensed up. Pleasure ebbed from her ass up through her, flexing her muscles. That hidden hole winked against his tongue as he brought it up over it again and again. He hummed and moaned his approval, but he didn’t have to. His cock was jutting up before his twin as hard as ever, brought to attention by the opportunity to rim her to high heaven. He was doing just that, ensuring as much of his entire head was smothered in her cheeks and irrigating the center of that heart-shaped valley her fur pattern created.\n\nFor a time, Milkette just enjoyed it. She rolled her hips, left and right and back and forth, grinding her twin’s face between her cheeks. It was so exciting, made all the better by how she ran her hands along her own body, teasing her fur with her fingertips. She cupped her breasts and hauled them up, having to force them to lift high enough, and squeeze their shape so that she could stuff her own mouth with her nipples. She drank her own milk while riding her twin brother’s face, all while his boner jut up in front of her splattering excess ball-batter. She seldom did anything so utterly hedonistic, but tasting herself while her loins burned with desire was too indulgent to pass up.\n\nShe swallowed a few mouthfuls and then released with a gasp. “Pwah!” She fell forward then, clapping her breasts around her twin’s shaft to trap it. She mashed those warm, soft pillows around that cock and squeezed firmly, rolling them from bottom to top around that meat like it was a tube of toothpaste. The result was roughly the same – milking it from base to tip with her tits cause a squirt of thick jizz to shoot from the top. She moaned her approval and kept it going, crushing her tits from either side to keep her grip on the slick dick as strong as possible. While she did so, she shoved back, forcing her crotch into Milkie’s face. The male mouse found his lips pressed to the soaking, swollen camel toe nestled between Milkette’s legs. He didn’t hesitate to apply his tongue as vigorously as he had with her ass, tugging her panties aside to do so upon her bare pussy.\n\n“Mmmph!” They moaned together. Milkie’s tongue dug deep, surprisingly lengthy for a mouse. Or was it? It had to be two, three inches maybe? Hers was also about that long. That she could even wonder these things was impressive while she had that tongue slurping deep inside her pussy. He hit spots, good spots, making her thighs clench as pleasure jolted through her body like electric shocks. It kept her unable to hold still; she bucked and ground back at him, shoving her heated loins against his muzzle insistently. She tried to repay him in kind. With her enormous breasts smothering more than two thirds of his cock, she had just enough left to suck on the head. She stuffed it in her mouth and worked her own tongue over it. His hips jerked up in response – she must have been doing something right. If it wasn’t that, the rush of cum into her face was a better indicator. It seemed like it was trapped, left over from the previous climax.\n\nShe drank it out of his dick as if the throbbing, fleshy monster was a straw and licked her lips when she swallowed it. Then she went back in for more, shoving her face against the resistance of her own cleavage as far as she could to take as much of it in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head, sucking and slurping, moaning around his shaft as he tended likewise to her. He tongued her cunt masterfully, finding the most sensitive spot quickly and assaulting it. It was her turn to cum, arching her back and letting out a muffled cry around his cock when she did. He licked up her juices, swiping with his tongue to keep her hips quivering in ecstatic bliss.\n\nMilkette was stalled as she rode out the waves of climax, edged toward a second by Milkie refusing to stop and let her recover. She panted like an animal around his cock, closing her eyes and struggling to collect herself so that she could continue. With a shiver, she pressed on. Sinking down on his cock, her cheek bulged out round, providing soaking slurps. SCCHLRP! Milkie groaned in pleasure, his licking ceasing for a moment. As if it were a battle, Milkette pressed her attack. Suddenly she went wild sucking him off, her head thrusting up and down in rapid fashion. The wanton sounds of a properly sloppy blowjob practically echoed off the walls of Milkie’s bedroom, and the pleasure of it was proportionate to the volume. Picking up in intensity so quickly was too much! Milkette felt Milkie’s cock flex as it throbbed, suddenly flooding her mouth with a wash of cum that stuffed her cheeks into domes.\n\nShe swallowed hard just once, gulping down the abundance of seed with a wince. She had to remove herself after that, watching as the spunk fountain from her twin into the air to rain down over their bodies in sticky streamers. It splashed into her hair and over her shoulders and torso, something she eagerly encouraged with squeezing, milking hands. Two-handing that rod, she aimed it at herself, lovingly plastering her tits with quarts of cum, painting whatever she missed before a new hot shade of white. Of course, it didn’t end there, true to form for Milkie. The seconds ticked by with him spraying her down, cum pouring over the edge of her busty shelf to wash down over her stomach and pool between her thighs and over Milkie’s middle. Running like a river it started to fill the sunken part of Milkie’s bed like a basin, giving him a pool of the stuff to lay it. It spread out from there as the seconds ticked on toward minutes. It started to pour over the edges of the queen-sized bed, dripping over onto the carpet.\n\nThe mice were smothered in a blanket of jizz over their fronts. Milkie was in the worst of it, with his body partially submerged in the hot, viscous goop. Milkette had her front almost entirely frosted over, including a fair bit of her face. Her glasses had protected her eyes, but they were milked over. She had to remove them, blinking imperfect circles formed by the shape of her lenses. Milkie groaned, weakened from his orgasm and basking in the warm afterglow, trying to prop himself up on his elbows and lift his head. Milkette refused to move, just shoving him back down into the sticky mess.\n\n“Ngh, come on…!” The male mouse protested.\n\n“What?” Milkette panted, licking her lips clean of cum only to be able to do it again every few seconds. “Are you done already?”\n\n“Fuck that,” Milkie spat, “I’m just trying to get out from under your fat ass!”\n\n“Says the mouse with an ass as legit as a three-dollar bill.” Milkette chuckled, stopping Milkie’s advances with a rough application of force from her ass again, shoving him back onto the bed by his face. “Alright, let me help you, you whiner.”\n\nShe lifted off him and took a position on her hands and knees that declared clearly where things would be going next. Milkie rose from the messy bed and needed only see her for a moment, facing away from him with her ass stuck up and her tail raised high, to know where he was expected to be. An excited shudder started at his crotch and extended to his limbs as he got up and took his place behind her on his knees. Remarkably still erect, he took his messy, slickened cock in one hand, and squeezed one of her rotund ass cheeks with the other. She wiggled her hips, a playful gesture, before reaching back under herself to spread her pussy open with her fingers in a bold invitation, keeping her underwear pushed aside as well. Milkie huffed excitedly and jammed the fat, spongy head of his dick right into the opening, taking over spreading it open for her.\n\nHe pushed in, and his cock stretched her with a squishing, slick sound. Right away she felt like little explosions were going off inside her. His dick was just fat enough to strain, just enough to make her feel inch of the lengthy horse-shaming prick as it made itself at home. Every new bit of flesh stretched her cunt anew. “Hnngh!” Milkie grunted as he plunged inside, from six inches to twelve all in one go, barreling deep inside her with little concern for hesitation. Milkette’s eyes widened, she gasped, unable to moan as her breath was driven from her, but she continued to pant for what breath she could get. Milkie was uncomfortably deep. He hit a wall, her cervix, and if he pushed any harder he’d be pumping right into her womb. He seemed to be keen on just that, bucking his hips to thump against that narrow opening like a battering ram. It became a battle of attrition against her body.\n\n“Ngh…!” Milkette winced as every short, quick stab from her twin sent buzzing tingles through her body and made her thighs feel numb. It should have felt more intense than it did, but it felt more like she was losing feeling than anything. All she could feel was his cock, plunged into her depths, pushing against her stomach hot and hard, giving her a vague, phallic shape pushing out from her front. He started to churn out that thick spunk again after several frantic little bucks, slathering her insides in the heat of his cum. The feeling seemed to nibble at her brainstem, making her eyes roll back. She felt fluttery in her stomach, anxious, while her pussy clenched and squeezed like a vice around Milkie’s cock.\n\nWithout being able to get the last of his length inside her, Milkie got a little more forceful. He grabbed hold of her hips to angle them just right, pushing hard and holding her vehemently in place. He drew out almost all the way, rearing back threateningly before he crashed back into her all at once. From nothing to everything, Milkie’s shaft sunk inside and crushed through until his enormous balls were wedged up against his twin’s thighs and his crotch was snug against her.\n\n“Ahhhnnn, awfuck!” Milkette cried as she was crowded inside, her pupils shrinking to little pin-pricks as she grabbed onto the messy sheets and held on for dear life. Her body jerked and trembled, her hips bucking back against Milkie’s reflexively as she came. Milkie shuddered as well, feeling her insides squeeze around him so tightly that it was impossible to resist after two already enormous orgasms. He came again, right then and there, the second his cock punched through and the fat head of it was stuffed into her womb. He unloaded, suddenly filling her like a balloon. With a gurgle, Milkette’s belly bloated, and all she felt was the almost sickening pressure of that roiling, hot spunk trying to force her bigger.\n\nHer doughy tummy lost its soft, appealing shape. It gave way to something more dome-like. She could hear it in her body, spraying, shooting, filling. Her spittle flew as she cried out and moaned, clawing at the bed as she got too full. In mere moments, liters of jizz had already been injected into her womb, it couldn’t hold anymore. Stretched too wide by sheer liquid volume, it poured back out. As Milkie happily pumped his load into her, it came rushing back out around his cock like a nasty party favour. Hot cream erupted from Milkette’s pussy and flooded back over Milkie’s hips and onto the bed. Perhaps her own orgasm was ejecting it as well, but for every pint of the stuff that spilled out onto the bed, twice that much seemed to nestle inside. Her gut was swollen to touch the messy sheets, looking as if she were carrying a full litter… but it was all [i]cum[/i], every bit of it.\n\nMilkette collapsed onto the bed, fingers stroking her own scalp for whatever sensory input she could lay on herself. By then, Milkie’s cum was forming a small, thick pile on the bed. More was rushing off the sides and onto the floor. It churned and burbled, splattering out of her like someone was just dumping batter onto the floor. It was a noisy swash, music to her ears, and she could even hear it surging and rushing inside her, cycling out the seconds-old gallon for the new.\n\n“Hnnnn….! Gimmie… more…!” Milkette begged. Milkie was all too eager to oblige her.\n\nThe second he felt able to move again without the sheer intensity of the sensation running him, he began to thrust again. He fucked her, in long, rapid, heavy strokes that churned her messy pussy up. It sloshed, more cum spilled out every time he withdrew his meaty piston, and it splashed out when he punched it in again. Milkette was all moans and cries of pleasure, all while Milkie made an utter mess of her. Her legs were coated, as was most of his front. The bed was an utter write-off. They should have put plastic on it. There was a bed under all that cum somewhere… one would barely still see half the pillows sticking out of the mess. The carpet was getting its share, Milkie’s office chair, some five feet or so away, was starting to find its wheels stuck in a growing jizz-pond.\n\nMilkie felt like he was on fire. His body burned, especially his cock, as he pushed up to squat behind his twin like a real animal, swinging his hips violently to pummel her. He wore out her muscles. She clenched and writhed around him so much but she began to feel numb. She loosened, giving him a soft, cum-drenched sleeve of flesh to use as he desired. Popping into her womb stopped being difficult – an opening had been made. The way it clenched around his dick made up for the rest of her being jelly at that point. He hunched over her to drive his thrusts that much harder, his hips and balls smacking her body. PLAP PLAP PLOP. Soaked impacts wracked her body, making the femme-mouse drool as she panted haggardly for breath.\n\n“Mmmf, fuck yeah!” Milkie grinned, gripping Milkette’s hips as hard as he could, giving one last firm jab and remaining stuck in as deep as he could. He shuddered and tensed, his cock seemed to swell… Milkette knew exactly what that meant, and she felt a tinge of anticipation shoot up her spine as she stared straight ahead.\n\n“Oh my Godddd…!” Milkette squeaked out loud when she felt the first eruption of that next load flood into her already overtaxed womb, beginning the cycling anew. Milkie replaced all that hot mess he’d dumped into her only moments ago, with a brand new, hotter load of it. Milkette twitched, groaning in lust-drunk agony as she felt it rush out past his dick and burst out of her pussy to add to the mess caking her thighs and feet. Her toes curled against the underbelly of his gigantic nuts to tickle and tease them, while the rest of her with nigh rigid in bliss. She managed to tense one of her legs too much and her calf flared up in pain, but she barely noticed it. She may as well have had jizz up to her eyeballs at that point; her brain was swimming in climactic ecstasy.\n\nMilkie’s cock was overused. It was over swollen, aching with how much. Still, it dutifully throbbed, pumping out his ball-batter regardless of his much it seemed to burn. He panted through grit teeth, which just managed to fling drool over his chin, completing the “slobbering fuckbeast” look – at least so much as a mascara-wearing pretty boy could look like such a sex-obsessed monster. His balls felt so tight, so overworked… but they didn’t miss a beat. Mice were always so prolific when it came to sex and breeding, yet Milkie did the species proud. Four orgasms and none was any less than the first. It was impossible, and he delighted in the sheer insanity of it. He was proud of his loads, of the virility he represented. Every aching bath tub of jizz he pumped out only encouraged him to go further, to push it beyond whatever limitations he had. At that point, it was only fatigue that would stop him.\n\nAfter that hot, fleshy pipe he called a cock stopped rupturing into his twin, Milkie’s posture deflated. He breathed deep, smelling only hot sweat and cum permeating his room. Milkette lay before him, face down and ass up, cuddling her tits as a pillow for comfort as she too caught her breath. They shook as their bodies tried to come down from sex-shock. Milkie took another deep breath, then rolled his head side-to-side, feeling the satisfying pops in his neck when he stretched it. Slowly he withdrew. With an utterly depraved suckling sound from Milkette’s well-fucked cunt, he withdrew his cum-dripping shaft. It was bathed in a mixture of both hers and his own. Milkette’s hips twitched upon his messy removal, cum fountaining from her pussy and onto his lap when he pulled the plug.\n\nHe took hold of his shaft again to angle it and reached forward to hook his arm around his twin, trying to maneuver around her swollen belly. She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her back, moving to get her sitting up. As her body rose and her ass lowered, she felt the head of his cock jam up against her puckered ass hole.\n\n“Oh shit, you’re…!” Milkette couldn’t even get the words out before she was forced by gravity to lower herself, and Milkie’s cock speared right up into her ass. “Ahhh!! Oh god, no!” She cried, going awkwardly stiff as she sat down in his lap. In one fluid motion, her tight ass was filled completely with his cock, and she was sitting back against him. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her shoulder as he got used to the way her ass [i]strangled[/i] his cock. For as loose as he’d pounded her pussy, that hole was as tight as ever.\n\n“Ohhhh Jesus fuck…!” Milkette cursed, shaking as she slumped back against her twin, “Fuck my [b]ass[/b] you bastard. Give me more of that cock!”\n\n“I wasn’t looking for your permission…” Milkie did his best growl into her ear, but it was perhaps more likely that he was losing his voice. Still, it worked. A thrill filled her up at the sound of his voice. She was getting railed by a big-dicked stud, whether she liked it or not.\n\nShe didn’t like it. She [b]loved[/b] it.\n\nMilkie thrust his hips, bouncing Milkette up in his lap. She practically sloshed with the motion and forced a hoarse groan from her.\n\n“Fine, fucking… fuck me more!” She pleaded, “Cum five… six… twenty more times! Fuck me!”\n\n“Sounds good!” Milkie grunted, beginning his frantic thrusts up into his twin’s ass. “For a start!”\n\n“Twenty-one! Twenty-two!” Milkette squeaked out a count running up with every time Milkie bounced her in his lap, and as weak as she felt, she worked with him. She tried to bounce and buck as best she could, until Milkie grabbed her legs from behind and folded her in half. She found her knees pulled up to her tits and her body lifted from below as he fucked her ass and kept her pulled back against his chest. His body struggled with the effort, but he was too passionately ignited to give up. He bit down on the side of her neck and kept his teeth there, panting furiously through his nose as he swung his hips. His heavy balls smacked her ass repeatedly, their heavy impacts a stinging reminder of how rough he was being.\n\nTaking it in the ass was a whole new sensation, but one Milkette was familiar with. It felt hotter than taking it in her pussy, and tighter. It stung with how big he was, sixteen inches of fat mouse cock almost completely embedded into her ass, getting slammed in and out, and in and out… She should have broken. Something inside her should have sundered, or something. Instead, she felt this whole new set of nerves getting ground on, something that made her body clench and twist and writhe in absolute delight. Her face was priceless: zoned out, drooling over herself, tongue out… she was unable to speak, unable to verbally encourage her twin beyond lusty, begging groans and squeaky moans.\n\nMilkie chewed on her neck, grunting and huffing with the exertion of both swinging his hips to smack them off her ass with every cock-sinking thrust, and with holding her up. She was never light, not with that layer of fat on her, those enormous tits, and her fat ass. Couple in a couple gallons of cum splashing around in her womb and she was downright titanic. Milkie, however, was stronger than he looked – maybe his girlfriend was to thank for that, but he did a valiant effort in keeping Milkette up. It just added to the cocktail, the intense feeling of fucking her ass while her muscles clenched down, practically jerking him off as he ravaged her. He could still smell her perfume a little, even though her fur was so matted with cum… it was a pleasant, gentle thing in the middle of it all. All it made him want to do was further ruin it with sex and cum.\n\nMilkette was lost. She had no idea what to do with her hands, so she grabbed and pawed at her body mindlessly. She squeezed her cum-stuffed belly and teased her milk-leaking tits, working herself over on autopilot, out of pure hedonistic greed for more pleasure. By then the neighbours must have filed some noise complains with how loud she was being; she made no effort in the slightest to be quiet. She screamed and moaned so loud it practically shook the walls. She did her best to come down on Milkie harder, to feel his cock punch into her ass that much more powerfully, but she was unable to bounce or manipulate her body in the slightest. It didn’t seem to matter though, as Milkie’s savage fucking picked up the tempo just right when she wanted it to. Her cunt spasmed, she was cumming like crazy, more of Milkie’s jizz just [i]pouring[/i] out of her in a cream pie mix all over the bed.\n\nAnd then it happened again! Milkie came, his cock twitching in her ass and beginning to unleash the insane floods he’d been keeping up with since they stepped in the door. Whatever stretched, stinging pain Milkette felt in her ass was immediately soothed by his hot cum, the warmth of it ebbing into her muscles, becoming part of her pleasure-hazed existence in that moment. She felt it force its way into her body, filling her from the bottom up. Her stomach was still so full of the stuff from what she’d drank earlier there was hardly any room left, but Milkie seemed to greedily take what remained. As his throbbing cock hosed more and more cum into her, washing her out with the white spunk, it bloated her belly even further. She was beginning to look slovenly with how disproportionately bloated she was, her gut hanging down even in that position toward the bed. Of course, it couldn’t all stay inside; conservation wouldn’t allow for that.\n\nIt gushed from her ass and over Milkie’s lap in a raining plaster that added to the mess down below, coating the bed to even more ridiculous degrees. She loved to hear it, her big ears jolting up every time that splattering started. It was so powerful and intense, squelching out of even the tight seal her clenching ass made around his cock. “So much, so… much…!” Milkette squeaked out. She could barely speak still.\n\n“Mmmfuck…” Milkie muffled a moan against her neck as she slathered her fur with saliva, lapping at her with his tongue. His thighs quivered weakly as his balls worked everything out, his cock flexing and pulsating inside her under the tremendous effort to work it all out. He could feel it rushing out of his tip. It had become so sensitive, he was all too aware of every drop that rushed through to spill out into his twin sister. He was all too aware of how much filled her when her sloshing, ballooned stomach spilled around his fingers which held her thighs in place. There was a backyard hot tub somewhere that could have been spilling over with how much he’d pumped inside and outside of Milkette.\n\nMilkette blearily watched his cum rush out in streams from under her, soaking over the already white bed. A shiver ran through her body, one of excitement and mounting anticipation, before she was released. She and Milkie both fell onto the bed, smearing that jizz mess all over themselves as they did. Milkie withdrew, pulling slowly to ease every inch of his cock out of her so she knew just how much she’d be missing. Popping free, his cock throbbed in angry demand while his cum spilled out of her clenching hole.\n\nHe almost wearily moved to get off the bed. Cum squished under his toes when he put his feet to the floor and lifted himself, if only to stretch his legs. Milkette rolled onto his back, a cum-smeared mess of a rodent for doing so. She swallowed, tasting cum on her breath, and panted. Meanwhile Milkie stepped around the bed to the foot of it. Milkette pushed her head back to gaze at him upside down. His cock loomed over her when she did, like a monolith of hot flesh that ended up balancing on her throat. She was staring right at his balls and couldn’t see too much more of him other than maybe his fat thighs and wide hips. His enormous balls took the show however, hanging there so big and so full…\n\n“Are… you even bigger than when we started?” Milkette asked, gazing curiously at his nuts. She reached out (above herself, from her angle) to touch them. She held them in her hands but they vastly overfilled them. They even outsized her head by a lot. Before, they may have been comparable to her head… but there was no mistaking it, they were a fair size larger than that.\n\nMilkie blushed. “Demand, meet supply. Base economics.”\n\nMilkette felt her thighs clench in a sudden rush of excitement. “Oh god, yes, come here!” She demanded, before opening her mouth as wide as she could and sticking out her tongue, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed.\n\nMilkie smirked. He took his cock in both hands near its base, and Milkette took it near the tip in both of hers. They both aimed it right at her wide-open mouth, and without any hesitation, they shoved it in together.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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Milkette did another check around the store, tapping her pen on her clipboard, then against her chin. She did these checks at least twice a week, not that she didn’t trust anyone else to do them, or even that she would assume things went missing, but she liked to familiarize herself with her stock. It helped keep her memory sharp, plus she had to count all the things on the shelves and run them with all the things in storage and make sure the numbers added up. That was just inventory basics! She’d seen the same games and accessories around her store a hundred times over, so much so that she knew how long some had been left unbought for days. It kept her thinking of what prices she ought to mark down to push sales, even if she had to fork over at a loss.

Meanwhile her twin, Milkie, watched on from behind the service counter. He leaned on it lazily, cheek palmed. His tail lazily waved left and right as he watched her work, nudging his glasses to adjust them; something he did about a thousand times a day.

It wasn’t bored people-watching that drew Milkie’s attention. Taking one’s eyes off Milkette was a difficult task. She was a gorgeous mouse, the kind of mouse that most men wish they grew up with, or lived near, or knew. She was small, certainly; barely over five feet tall, but she made up for it. She combined a body to die for with a girl-next-door face. She had big, blue eyes and the round glasses she wore perched on her nose were even bigger. That day she’d pulled her long chocolate hair up into a high pony tail, where her bangs came down to frame her face and sweep just past her chin. Her bucked teeth were often described as adorable by any who cared to mention them.

Her frame was compact, but enormous in all the right places. Her breasts stretched out her white t-shirt so much the imprint of the bra she wore pushed hard enough against the fabric to hint at its navy-blue cups. One could hardly blame her; her boobs were bigger than her own head, each! It was hard enough to find a shirt to fit them, let alone a bra that didn’t threaten to snap a wire at any given moment. It was impossible to tell if she left her green track jacket unzipped for comfort, or if she just couldn’t do it up past her own chest.

Her top’s neckline showed a tasteful amount of her creamed-coffee cleavage. The same colour dominated her front, from a peak at the bridge of her nose, spreading out around her cheeks, jaw, and chin, all the way down past her tummy, stopping at her inner thighs. Her fingertips, which fiddled with her blue pen, were dipped in the same colour. Her big, round ears sprouting from her head were also the same, offsetting the rest of her chocolate brown bod.

Of course, those fat baps didn’t come from nowhere. She was thin once, but not anymore. Somewhere along the way she thickened out. She wasn’t fat by most stretches of the imagination, but her tummy did dip out just a little. She was pleasantly plump, and she wore it well. She had a fat butt and broad thighs, contained that day in a pair of small khaki shorts. The tan garment may as well have been painted on, but she wore two thin leather straps that served as belts anyway. All for show, she wore them at slightly differing angles with some overlap. Sandals had her feet mostly bare, revealing her toes to be light brown like her fingertips.

There was even a peek of light brown sticking out from the back of the legs of her little shorts. The colour bloomed out over her butt starting from between her thighs. Her underbelly’s colour looped around and made a shape like a heart over her backside. Milkie knew that much because they were twins – he had it too. He followed that teasing glimpse around the store with his eyes, watching the way his twin’s rotund cheeks rolled with her every step. They were going to get as big as her breasts some day. She wasn’t trying to put on a show, but with short legs like hers? That hip-sway was unavoidable.

What’s more, if he let his eyes roam from her butt up her back, the white-clothed swells of her tits were visible from behind. The sheer magnitude of their rounded girth made that possible. She even had to hold the clip board out from her some ways so she could write on it without her cumbersome chest getting in the way. Her arms were always raised in such a way that Milkie could admire those head-dwarfing hooters from any angle. She’d stop, write something on her sheet, then keep going. Her beautiful, shining ponytail drifted behind her. The back of her neck was somehow alluring in its exposure.

Even if she looked almost exactly like him, she was smoking hot. He’d have been the last person to ever deny it.

Milkie whistled. “Damn girl, when’d you get so hot?” He called to her, no customers around to offend.

Milkette didn’t even turn to address him, but she grinned. “Figured you noticed,” She said, her pink, thin tail waving around, “I’ve been gaining some weight.”

“Looks fucking hot,” Milkie grinned, “It’s not like you’ve gained a lot, though.”

“I’m no Sammy,” Milkette conceded, “But I can pinch a little off my waist these days.”

“Oh really?” Milkie was already stepping out from behind the counter when he questioned her. He walked the short distance across the store to catch her, quite literally. He snuck up behind her, ineffectually as her twitching ears indicated, while she was counting some of the Warhammer miniatures still in-box on the shelves. He snatched her up from behind and pushed his hands under her shirt, pressing his fingers against her stomach to feel the yield in her smooth fur and soft flesh.

Milkette closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath that made her massive breasts rise. She blushed, but didn’t at all stop her twin from touching her. Milkie tucked in close against her back, able to smell the sugar cookie perfume she splashed over her throat. It smelled tasty, so he didn’t hesitate to press his lips against the side of her neck and kiss her. He smooched her loudly, making her mask a pleased exhalation as a chuckle.

“You feel… so nice…” The boy-mouse purred, applying a few more teasingly placed kisses. Milkette could feel his dick pushing against her butt. Even that little bit of affection got that monster pumping.

“Hmmph…” Milkette breathed, tilting her head to expose herself to his kisses, while reaching up to tangle her fingers – pen still between them – in his own medium-length chocolate hair. “Damn right I do.”

She tried giving him a coy stare, able just to see a bit of his head from that angle. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She asked, “Shouldn’t you at least try to be a little more monogamous?”

“Maybe,” Her twin confessed, “Maybe.”

“With your sister, no less!” Milkette half-heartedly chastised him.

His response was to shove his hips forward, making hers buck forward, and cramming the bulge of his contained cock against her ass that much harder. “As long as Leila gets her share, she don’t mind,” He said, “Besides, it’s just a matter of variety.”

“Mm? Wish your girlfriend had tits like these?” She asked, pushing back against his incessant shoving in a kind of faux power struggle. To her credit, she shoved him back, all while grinding her round butt against him.

Milkie raised his hands up under her shirt until he was grabbing the cups of her bra and fondling her breasts. Now his grabbing hands were imprinting her shirt, the fabric hoisted to expose her midriff. “Mmn, nah…” The male mouse thoughtfully answered, “My Leila is perfect. That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate your massive boobs though.”

“True facts.” Milkette pinned his hands down with the clip board, holding it tightly to her chest. That didn’t stop him, rather all it did was pin his palms to her tits and squish her bosom against her own chest. They billowed out beautifully from the tops and bottom of that bra, like fluffy, warm marshmallow.

“Besides, what about Jon?” Milkie teased, standing on his toes to speak more closely into her ear.

“Not my boyfriend.” Milkette countered, “Besides, it’s all a matter of variety.”

Finally, she turned to face him. His big, blue eyes looked back at hers and he couldn’t wipe the dopey grin off his face. Same big, round glasses, same bucked teeth as her. His hair wasn’t as lengthy as hers; hers came down to her mid-back, his only hung around his jaw and nape. He’d grown it out compared to way back when, so it parted in the center and framed his features. He wore mascara, making his eyelashes appear big and fluttery, accentuated. He’d taken such a feminine turn in the recent months, but Milkette thought it looked damn fine. That was her kind of man.

He was very slender and firm up top. He had a nice chest, good pecks. He cut that distinct shape under his black long sleeve, the kind where his thumbs fit through holes at the cuffs and made them almost like gloves. It was ever-so-slightly too short, allowing a peek at his creamed-coffee navel and chocolatey lower back. His shoulders were somewhat narrow, adding to his girlish appearance. He was a slight male. Past his waist was a different story, however.

He'd had work done. Nanotech Solutions Artificial Implants. A friend of Milkette’s talked him into it. His hips fanned out wide, giving her a run for her money. If that weren’t ridiculous enough, his thighs were fattened to present him in a pear shape, and his ass… it was unreal. Literally, the sheer size of it and how perky it was shouldn’t have been possible on his frame. A normal five-foot-three-inch mouse wouldn’t have the body mass to create a shelf of a butt like his. Milkette could have used it as a pillow and had room to spare. Heck she may have been able to share it with someone else! It was fat, it rolled when he walked, it jiggled and swayed, and she could squeeze it like a stress ball; just dig her fingers in inches deep as hard as she could… and he’d enjoy the treatment!

The main draw of Milkie, however, was his cock and balls. There was no denying it, his masculinity projected itself obnoxiously into the space in front of him. He’d taken to having to wear a special brand of jeans for largely endowed people called Port Jeans. They were, essentially, chaps. What space amidst the denim that would have been empty was instead covered by elastic nylon – something stretchy and accommodating. It was woven into a pouch at the front and created a snug, warm, insulated layer underneath. His pink pants housed an enormous black pouch at between his legs where his half-chubbed dick was obviously draped over and between a pair of nuts so large they outsized Milkette’s own tits by a hair. The guy could have filled a black garbage bag to capacity, and it kind of looked like he had and was just walking around all casually with it.

All that masculinity and he wore purple sneakers with white soles and strawberry lip gloss. He was the most gender-confused thing most people had ever laid eyes on.

For Milkette, well… he just made her hungry.

“Mm, variety, huh?” Milkie cooed. He’d been forced to release Milkette, but it didn’t take him long to get in close again. Her breasts squashed against his chest, as the two of them were the same height. He smelled like raspberries when he was that close – perfume, not deodorant.

One of Milkette’s hands was pinned to her chest, holding the clip board squished between her and him. The other had the pen, which she took to carefully tease his dick. She clicked the pen against his bulge and then kneaded in with the tip. “Yes,” She said, “Big-balled, faggy variety.”

“Not just big,” Milkie said, “Huge, and full.”

Milkette closed in, and sealed her lips against his. They kissed, and not adorably. Open-mouthed, tongues feasting on one another, they kissed. Neither of them missed a beat. They closed their eyes, their ears lowered, and they tilted their head to make sure their teeth didn’t clack together. Milkette allowed herself to lean against the wall, her back pushed up against various boxes of small fantasy-themed, unpainted models and their boxes. Milkie braced her with one hand on her lower back, ensuring she didn’t push too hard against the shelves and still managing to pin. They kept kissing. Their tongues tasted one another, their saliva mixed, they even drank some of it, swallowing each other’s taste eagerly. They went on as long as they could without coming up for air, humming pleasant moans all the while.

When Milkette tried to pull back, Milkie just pressed in more eagerly. He trapped her in that kiss and she accepted her fate with a shiver. One of the boxes behind her got crushed just a little; she ignored it and curled her tail around her twin’s leg. They carried on kissing. They’d been at it so long it was a wonder their faces hadn’t started to turn blue. They never tired of it though, of the closeness and the sensations and the tastes. It was all so erotically charged. Every second spend making out just made them hotter.

Eventually though, they had to part. They did with saliva bridging their lips together.

“I have a very sudden urge to spend the night at your house and we’re not going to stop fucking even when your girlfriend comes in.” Milkette insisted.

Milkie blushed, but shrugged. “It’s almost too bad she’s not popping in tonight.”

Milkette squirmed heatedly. “We’re closing early tonight,” She said, “Go lock up or you’re so fucking fired.”

“Oh?” Milkie raised his eyebrows, “But what about the profits?” There came that shit-eating grin again.

“Fuuuuuuck the profits,” Milkette groaned, shoving her twin to make him stumble, only to yank him into her again and assault his neck with love-bites and long, slow laps of her tongue, “Mmfah, then fuck me.”

Milkie grunted, mashing one of his hands into one of her tits to keep her at bay. “Bitch you better be ready to drown in jizz tonight,” He said, “You’re gonna straight up eat, sleep, and breathe cock.”

“There ain’t enough force in that fat-assed little body of yours that can scare me.” Milkette shot her twin a wicked look.

They had to untangle to go about the closing procedures, finishing counts and drawing down the shutters, locking the doors and setting the alarm. They did everything they could to keep their lusts ignited though, which involved grabbing one another or running their hands over each other’s bodies, or even letting their tails slide over their various parts whenever they were in close enough proximity.

When they got in the car to go home, Milkette spent the duration of the ride leaned over into the driver’s seat with her face shoved in her twin’s fat cock-bulge where she adoringly licked it over and over while he drove. She drooled over his pants, soaking that nylon pouch through, relishing in the shape, feel, and smell of his clothed bundle of manhood. A thorough bulge-lavishing went overlooked far too often in her books. She dragged her teeth over it, puckered her lips and ran them up and down the extending length of cock that just couldn’t stay down. She grabbed and squeezed his balls, each one overfilling her hand at least thrice over. He had to drive all the while, squirming and trying to focus through the throbbing need that made him groan and squeak.

When they got home, Milkie’s cock was nearly buckling under its own strain, unable to bust free of the confinement and pulling the fabric tight to transparency. Walking to door with a stiffened slab of meat that could have reached past his own knee was a struggle; doubly so when Milkette used it as a handle to lead him by.

When they got inside, Milkette kicked off her sandals, turned to her twin, and pinned him against the door by throwing her body at him. Her tits made for great cushions to soften the impact, but they provided the weight to just toss him back. As she leaned her chest into him, staring into his eyes with red cheeks and a lusty grin, her hands were all over his bulge. She kneaded his stiff cock and enormous balls like dough, fondling them and molesting them with no pattern or finesse. Her hands just had to grab, and grab they did, hefting, hoisting, squeezing and rubbing with wild abandon. Milkie let out a frustrated groan of pleasure. “Damn, girl…” He breathed, “Get me out of these pants!”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Milkette agreed, “I want to suck that cock anyway.”

Milkette just couldn’t deny her unyielding oral fixation. Without any fanfare, she dropped to her knees and set to work undoing Milkie’s pants. This was a simple matter of undoing but button at the waist and unfastening the front pouch where she could then tuck the fabric under his package. The way his big, fat cock sprung out at her face was impressive, and how his balls seemed to spill out, and out, and out was even more so. Sixteen inches of soda-can-thick dick spilled forth like a trunk from his crotch. It sagged under its own weight a little, all reddened and swollen flesh, blood-pumping veins, and dribbling pre-cum leaking from the tip of the spongy head. His balls reached his knees easily, and wobbled deceptively soft with slight shifting movements.

Milkette grabbed his shaft and stroked toward the base with both hands just to peel down the ever-so-slight foreskin that had been snuggly wrapped around the crown of that fat dick. It dribbled pre-cum onto her top, staining it with lusty spunk, while she elatedly smelled the musky, hot scent of her twin’s arousal. The skin was a little slick, and the fur around his balls was a little slimy as well… he’d been leaking for a while. Milkette had been able to taste it in the car, now it was mere inches away from her mouth. She parted her lips where she could taste his salty skin in the air, permeating off him in a musk.

Milkie himself couldn’t wait. Milkette loomed over his cock like a predator. She carefully took him in, sized him up, judging on the best way to attack it. Her gaze was… studious, but clouded by lust. He knew that she loved to suck cock – always had, always will. They shared that little delight, as he was just as fond of treating a dick to some lip-service. Milkette wasn’t just a cock sucker though, she was a fellatio master trained on the peak of Mount Throat, by the ancient masters of the succ. Her level of careful consideration for the sole purpose of inhaling his dick was a thrilling concept. It had him throbbing harder than ever, his cock rising to curve slightly upward. She seemed to take this new angle into account, running her hand along the entire length from base to tip and having her eyes carefully analyze the journey.

Finally, she poised herself at the end of his meaty rod and puckered her lips to attach to the very tip. Her soft, lush lips created a perfect seal. She relaxed herself, visibly, as she reached out and took hold of his hips. Her hands’ grip was tender at first, but she squeezed with driven purpose. She studied Milkie’s expression for a moment, one of anticipation and impatience, and then closed her eyes.

“Mmnnn… Nmh!” She descended, taking his dick into her mouth, her jaw relaxed to open smoothly and fluidly. She hummed a sensual moan of approval before his shaft clogged her vocals, rendering her unable to let out much more than muffled sounds. She did just that, without hesitation, pausing only momentarily to settle her gag reflex before continuing with her siren’s song of longing susurration. Her mouth was open so wide to take him, it was a wonder her jaw didn’t ache. She hardly seemed bothered, however. She just kept going, swallowing half a foot with relative ease and pushing further. Her mouth was hot, tight… her tongue slithered like a snake, scrubbing his hot, sticky flesh. Saliva greased the process, making her suction a slurping affair. She drooled on his cock beyond her control, but it only made things feel that much better as it trickled down over his nuts.

“Oh fuck.” Milkie grunted his approval. It was curt, harsh. His body tensed when he did it. He tried to breathe in and speak out at the same time. His cock throbbed, it pulsated with desire. Milkette could feel it all, she could taste it all too. His pre-cum was leaking more, it salted her throat, made it sticky and slick. She had no choice but to swallow the thick syrup. She dipped her chin down, then rose it as she swallowed. His cock was pulled by her throat, and he groaned again. She carried on, holding him steady as she turned her head to get a slightly better angle and continue swallowing him whole. When she just couldn’t go any further, over a foot had disappeared in her mouth. She peered up at him but the angle was too close. She couldn’t see the pleased look on his face, the way his lips formed shapes in their happy, quiet moans in lieu of his eyes being open. He clawed at the door though, and his knees slackened. She grabbed his hips tighter and hoisted him up, disallowing any respite for his quivering thighs.

“Hnnmph… slrp… mm… schlrp…!” Milkette serenaded him with a debauched soundtrack of throaty moans that shook his embedded dick and watery slurps, perfectly orchestrated by her allowing air to pass between her lips at just the right times. The cold inhales couldn’t cool the burning hard-on stuffed into her mouth; everything she did only seemed to make it hotter. The seal she made passed over his flesh, a ring of flesh that stroked him. Her tongue swirled and lapped, trying to coil around that cock and embrace it like a lover. She couldn’t, not unless she were a snake, but her efforts didn’t go to waste. Every twist and nudge her hot little muscle made slathered spit over new places, prodded new nerves. She was playing him like an instrument.

“Oh, my god, why are you so good at this?” Milkie murmured, “You some… patron saint of blowjobs? Fuck.”

Even her teeth were utilized just to bring new feelings into the mix. Her bucked teeth weren’t small, it was difficult to keep them from getting involved… she’d learned to use them, keep them gliding rather than dragging; to nibble, not bite. She grazed his skin, but nothing more. Her lips and throat did most of the work, her neck like a vacuum that clenched around his shaft. If she gagged, her esophagus fluttered and squeezed. When she gulped, it compacted, trapping him in a vice. At all other moments, it was pumping over him like a sleeve, keeping his cock hot and his nerves on edge. Every little touch lit him up, pleasure burning in his loins and making his body feel on edge. He could feel it in his tailbone, of all places. His toes couldn’t help but curl in the shoes he hadn’t even taken off yet!

“Oh, fucking shit…!” Milkie groaned. The pressure was building. He was about to pop. Milkette delighted in this, and only seemed to redouble her efforts. Her sloppy guzzling of his cock hit its chorus, her head bobbing at a swift, needy pace. Her lips stretched over the length of his cock, gripping so insistently on his flesh, creating a tight seal around her darting tongue that teased his glans. Her hands kneaded his balls in an expression of want, coaxing with her fingers to bring the heavy load they held to bear.

GULP!

It came in a sudden rush, Milkie’s cock fattening under the sheer strain of the pressure. His balls tightened along with most of his body and his throbbing meat pulsated like crazy to pump out a stream of cum that, one could swear, was inches-thick around. Immediately it clogged Milkette’s throat, the hot, pasty cream so thick it stuck to the insides and was difficult to budge. She swallowed, loud and strong, only to have to guzzle it down as it packed in further. She chugged the stuff as it pumped into her throat in measured cups by the second, eventually finding it too much to swallow, try as she might. The white cascade came up and out, and she moaned around his cock as it exploded from her face like a ruptured seal, splattering all over her enormous tits.

That slurping became more gargled as Milkie’s cum poured out of her face. More still was being greedily guzzled into her undulating throat. She had a rhythm of swallowing: swill and relax, only to swill again. She timed it with the passing seconds; eight… nine… ten. For every swallow, spunk spilled over her front in a cascade, pouring from her mouth. She made no attempt to stop it, letting it wash her t-shirt and jacket with little thought toward the consequence. She enjoyed the way the hot gunk ran down her body to pool between her tightly clenched thighs.

She had to pull away, she just couldn’t keep drinking it forever. Her stomach already felt like a water balloon ready to pop. With a choking sound, she released Milkie’s cock, which popped free all slick and soaked with spit and cum. His continued orgasm sprayed into the air. It shot right over Milkette’s head and it splashed loudly on the floor behind her. Immediately it splattered and began piling up on itself in a puddle. Milkette loved watching it; the way his cock flexed in her hands as she milked it was heavenly. His cum didn’t stop. It either gushed heavily with every twitch of his cock or pumped out comparatively more gently. Either way, it never broke off, not for several more seconds of splashing, flooding ecstasy. Milkette could feel the growing cum-pool licking her toes by the time Milkie’s climax dwindled, and he’d been at least hitting a mark a foot behind her.

And there she sat, a cum-soaked mess all down her front. It was still warm over her chin and chest. Milkie trembled, but with a steady exhale he seemed calm. A load that enormous – a gallon at the least – would have withered a lesser man up like a raisin. Milkie was completely fine, if a little heavy of breath. He needed time to relax much like anyone, but they were far from done. As he caught his breath, Milkette kissed the tip of his dick, swiping with her tongue to ensure she sucked out every last drop and keep him stiff.

“Mmmph… So good.” The girl-mouse purred, “I wish more guys could cum like that.”

“If you call that enough,” Milkie huffed, grinning down at his twin, “Which we don’t.”

“Oh no,” Milkette said, rising to her feet, “That’s a drop in the ocean.”

She turned and walked away. Her clothes fell to the floor one piece after another, making a trail as she stripped on the way to Milkie’s room. First it was her shorts, then her jacket, and then her jizz-soaked t-shirt. Milkie followed the trail, his clothes finding their place among them. He was naked by the time he reached his bedroom, and Milkette had just removed her bra as she climbed onto his queen-sized bed. She settled in facing the door, on her knees with them spread wide apart, leaned slightly back with her hands supporting her. She thrust her big creamed-coffee globular tits out proudly, while only a pair of lacy burgundy panties rest snug between her thighs. The girl-mouse’s fat pink nipples were hardened to look like massive erasers on the end of a pencil. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and Milkie’s eyes followed them. He didn’t hold back when he got in close, getting half on to the bed and grabbing his twin by the tits.

He fondled them, rolling their massive weight around in heaving, slow circles. His fingers squeezed in, gripping those fat-filled fun bags with urgency. Of course, he leaned past his work to lock lips with Milkette once more, kissing her as his hands kneaded and mauled her chest. It made her feel warm, then hot. The way he clumsily thumbed over her nipples, flicking the hardened nubs of flesh around, sent shivers up her spine. It made her gasp into the kiss, and she shuddered as those teats began to leak. Milk spilled over, drooling from her nipples in a thick-looking stream that trickled down her tits’ enormous, rounded masses to dribble onto her already messy lap. Milkie only parted the kiss when he was ready to heft up one of those giant boobs and stuff it into his mouth. He opened wide and latched on, sucking in as much of her areola even that he could get. He sucked hard right away, his tongue battering her nipple as he did.

“Ohh!” Milkette moaned out, shuddering as her body lit up. She writhed in place, clenching her thighs and panting as her twin devoured her tit. Milk began to spray into his mouth, drenching his tongue as it battered the erected nub. He gulped, swallowing loudly as she had when she drank his cum. He had every reason to – she was almost as productive! The more he squeezed her fat teat like the udder it resembled, the more milk came out. It spritzed at first, and was soon flowing like a drinking fountain into his face. He swallowed and gulped, drinking greedily of her. It made her tingle, it made her breast feel warm. She moaned, making no effort to be silent. Feeling that pressure escape her bust into Milkie’s waiting throat was too good to be quiet about.

She tasted nice. She had a base, almost buttery taste, like hazelnut and dairy. Milkie adjusted his posture, getting in close and staying on his knees on his bed. He relentlessly stayed glued to her breast, pulling on her nipple with his lips to lift her hefty mound, to move and manipulate it. He bobbed his head, plunging his muzzle into her tit-fat and withdrawing to pull wondrously hard on her nipple, utilizing his teeth for a light, pinching grip. Milkette couldn’t keep her voice down. “Oh! Oh god…!” She cried, “Yes, oh yes!”

She was heating up like a crock pot and seemed ready to burst. She decided it best to stop him before it got too far. She pulled back, having to yank her tit out of her twin’s mouth. He didn’t let it go willingly, he sucked harder, until unplugging her milk-gushing tit became difficult. She gasped when he finally released her, her breast wobbling into place. She intercepted his efforts to grab her tits anew and threw him down onto his back on the already messy covers on his bed. From there, she climbed on top of him, where she planted her ass firmly down over his face.

Her ass was fat. There was no trying to deny it, she’d packed away so many doughnuts in her day that she’d developed a rounded bubble of ass fat that stuck out from her backside like a little shelf. She wedged him in, planting firmly to push his muzzle up between her cheeks; still wrapped up in lace. She knew he’d take well to that, but she was still surprised by how much. He lifted his arms up under her legs, spreading her to nearly the splits so he could hook his arms around her thighs and grab her hips. Then he pulled. He forced her to sit harder on his face, and when he crushed his nose against the crack of her covered butt, his tongue splayed out to hotly drag across her hole.

“Ooh!” she perked up. His tongue lapping at her asshole tickled at first, but the saliva-drenched warmth soon overpowered that feeling. His tongue slurped over her pucker like he was trying to wear a hole right into her underwear. He could taste her through them, certainly, especially when his spit soaked through. Her cheeks reflexively clenched around his head as her body tensed up. Pleasure ebbed from her ass up through her, flexing her muscles. That hidden hole winked against his tongue as he brought it up over it again and again. He hummed and moaned his approval, but he didn’t have to. His cock was jutting up before his twin as hard as ever, brought to attention by the opportunity to rim her to high heaven. He was doing just that, ensuring as much of his entire head was smothered in her cheeks and irrigating the center of that heart-shaped valley her fur pattern created.

For a time, Milkette just enjoyed it. She rolled her hips, left and right and back and forth, grinding her twin’s face between her cheeks. It was so exciting, made all the better by how she ran her hands along her own body, teasing her fur with her fingertips. She cupped her breasts and hauled them up, having to force them to lift high enough, and squeeze their shape so that she could stuff her own mouth with her nipples. She drank her own milk while riding her twin brother’s face, all while his boner jut up in front of her splattering excess ball-batter. She seldom did anything so utterly hedonistic, but tasting herself while her loins burned with desire was too indulgent to pass up.

She swallowed a few mouthfuls and then released with a gasp. “Pwah!” She fell forward then, clapping her breasts around her twin’s shaft to trap it. She mashed those warm, soft pillows around that cock and squeezed firmly, rolling them from bottom to top around that meat like it was a tube of toothpaste. The result was roughly the same – milking it from base to tip with her tits cause a squirt of thick jizz to shoot from the top. She moaned her approval and kept it going, crushing her tits from either side to keep her grip on the slick dick as strong as possible. While she did so, she shoved back, forcing her crotch into Milkie’s face. The male mouse found his lips pressed to the soaking, swollen camel toe nestled between Milkette’s legs. He didn’t hesitate to apply his tongue as vigorously as he had with her ass, tugging her panties aside to do so upon her bare pussy.

“Mmmph!” They moaned together. Milkie’s tongue dug deep, surprisingly lengthy for a mouse. Or was it? It had to be two, three inches maybe? Hers was also about that long. That she could even wonder these things was impressive while she had that tongue slurping deep inside her pussy. He hit spots, good spots, making her thighs clench as pleasure jolted through her body like electric shocks. It kept her unable to hold still; she bucked and ground back at him, shoving her heated loins against his muzzle insistently. She tried to repay him in kind. With her enormous breasts smothering more than two thirds of his cock, she had just enough left to suck on the head. She stuffed it in her mouth and worked her own tongue over it. His hips jerked up in response – she must have been doing something right. If it wasn’t that, the rush of cum into her face was a better indicator. It seemed like it was trapped, left over from the previous climax.

She drank it out of his dick as if the throbbing, fleshy monster was a straw and licked her lips when she swallowed it. Then she went back in for more, shoving her face against the resistance of her own cleavage as far as she could to take as much of it in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head, sucking and slurping, moaning around his shaft as he tended likewise to her. He tongued her cunt masterfully, finding the most sensitive spot quickly and assaulting it. It was her turn to cum, arching her back and letting out a muffled cry around his cock when she did. He licked up her juices, swiping with his tongue to keep her hips quivering in ecstatic bliss.

Milkette was stalled as she rode out the waves of climax, edged toward a second by Milkie refusing to stop and let her recover. She panted like an animal around his cock, closing her eyes and struggling to collect herself so that she could continue. With a shiver, she pressed on. Sinking down on his cock, her cheek bulged out round, providing soaking slurps. SCCHLRP! Milkie groaned in pleasure, his licking ceasing for a moment. As if it were a battle, Milkette pressed her attack. Suddenly she went wild sucking him off, her head thrusting up and down in rapid fashion. The wanton sounds of a properly sloppy blowjob practically echoed off the walls of Milkie’s bedroom, and the pleasure of it was proportionate to the volume. Picking up in intensity so quickly was too much! Milkette felt Milkie’s cock flex as it throbbed, suddenly flooding her mouth with a wash of cum that stuffed her cheeks into domes.

She swallowed hard just once, gulping down the abundance of seed with a wince. She had to remove herself after that, watching as the spunk fountain from her twin into the air to rain down over their bodies in sticky streamers. It splashed into her hair and over her shoulders and torso, something she eagerly encouraged with squeezing, milking hands. Two-handing that rod, she aimed it at herself, lovingly plastering her tits with quarts of cum, painting whatever she missed before a new hot shade of white. Of course, it didn’t end there, true to form for Milkie. The seconds ticked by with him spraying her down, cum pouring over the edge of her busty shelf to wash down over her stomach and pool between her thighs and over Milkie’s middle. Running like a river it started to fill the sunken part of Milkie’s bed like a basin, giving him a pool of the stuff to lay it. It spread out from there as the seconds ticked on toward minutes. It started to pour over the edges of the queen-sized bed, dripping over onto the carpet.

The mice were smothered in a blanket of jizz over their fronts. Milkie was in the worst of it, with his body partially submerged in the hot, viscous goop. Milkette had her front almost entirely frosted over, including a fair bit of her face. Her glasses had protected her eyes, but they were milked over. She had to remove them, blinking imperfect circles formed by the shape of her lenses. Milkie groaned, weakened from his orgasm and basking in the warm afterglow, trying to prop himself up on his elbows and lift his head. Milkette refused to move, just shoving him back down into the sticky mess.

“Ngh, come on…!” The male mouse protested.

“What?” Milkette panted, licking her lips clean of cum only to be able to do it again every few seconds. “Are you done already?”

“Fuck that,” Milkie spat, “I’m just trying to get out from under your fat ass!”

“Says the mouse with an ass as legit as a three-dollar bill.” Milkette chuckled, stopping Milkie’s advances with a rough application of force from her ass again, shoving him back onto the bed by his face. “Alright, let me help you, you whiner.”

She lifted off him and took a position on her hands and knees that declared clearly where things would be going next. Milkie rose from the messy bed and needed only see her for a moment, facing away from him with her ass stuck up and her tail raised high, to know where he was expected to be. An excited shudder started at his crotch and extended to his limbs as he got up and took his place behind her on his knees. Remarkably still erect, he took his messy, slickened cock in one hand, and squeezed one of her rotund ass cheeks with the other. She wiggled her hips, a playful gesture, before reaching back under herself to spread her pussy open with her fingers in a bold invitation, keeping her underwear pushed aside as well. Milkie huffed excitedly and jammed the fat, spongy head of his dick right into the opening, taking over spreading it open for her.

He pushed in, and his cock stretched her with a squishing, slick sound. Right away she felt like little explosions were going off inside her. His dick was just fat enough to strain, just enough to make her feel inch of the lengthy horse-shaming prick as it made itself at home. Every new bit of flesh stretched her cunt anew. “Hnngh!” Milkie grunted as he plunged inside, from six inches to twelve all in one go, barreling deep inside her with little concern for hesitation. Milkette’s eyes widened, she gasped, unable to moan as her breath was driven from her, but she continued to pant for what breath she could get. Milkie was uncomfortably deep. He hit a wall, her cervix, and if he pushed any harder he’d be pumping right into her womb. He seemed to be keen on just that, bucking his hips to thump against that narrow opening like a battering ram. It became a battle of attrition against her body.

“Ngh…!” Milkette winced as every short, quick stab from her twin sent buzzing tingles through her body and made her thighs feel numb. It should have felt more intense than it did, but it felt more like she was losing feeling than anything. All she could feel was his cock, plunged into her depths, pushing against her stomach hot and hard, giving her a vague, phallic shape pushing out from her front. He started to churn out that thick spunk again after several frantic little bucks, slathering her insides in the heat of his cum. The feeling seemed to nibble at her brainstem, making her eyes roll back. She felt fluttery in her stomach, anxious, while her pussy clenched and squeezed like a vice around Milkie’s cock.

Without being able to get the last of his length inside her, Milkie got a little more forceful. He grabbed hold of her hips to angle them just right, pushing hard and holding her vehemently in place. He drew out almost all the way, rearing back threateningly before he crashed back into her all at once. From nothing to everything, Milkie’s shaft sunk inside and crushed through until his enormous balls were wedged up against his twin’s thighs and his crotch was snug against her.

“Ahhhnnn, awfuck!” Milkette cried as she was crowded inside, her pupils shrinking to little pin-pricks as she grabbed onto the messy sheets and held on for dear life. Her body jerked and trembled, her hips bucking back against Milkie’s reflexively as she came. Milkie shuddered as well, feeling her insides squeeze around him so tightly that it was impossible to resist after two already enormous orgasms. He came again, right then and there, the second his cock punched through and the fat head of it was stuffed into her womb. He unloaded, suddenly filling her like a balloon. With a gurgle, Milkette’s belly bloated, and all she felt was the almost sickening pressure of that roiling, hot spunk trying to force her bigger.

Her doughy tummy lost its soft, appealing shape. It gave way to something more dome-like. She could hear it in her body, spraying, shooting, filling. Her spittle flew as she cried out and moaned, clawing at the bed as she got too full. In mere moments, liters of jizz had already been injected into her womb, it couldn’t hold anymore. Stretched too wide by sheer liquid volume, it poured back out. As Milkie happily pumped his load into her, it came rushing back out around his cock like a nasty party favour. Hot cream erupted from Milkette’s pussy and flooded back over Milkie’s hips and onto the bed. Perhaps her own orgasm was ejecting it as well, but for every pint of the stuff that spilled out onto the bed, twice that much seemed to nestle inside. Her gut was swollen to touch the messy sheets, looking as if she were carrying a full litter… but it was all cum, every bit of it.

Milkette collapsed onto the bed, fingers stroking her own scalp for whatever sensory input she could lay on herself. By then, Milkie’s cum was forming a small, thick pile on the bed. More was rushing off the sides and onto the floor. It churned and burbled, splattering out of her like someone was just dumping batter onto the floor. It was a noisy swash, music to her ears, and she could even hear it surging and rushing inside her, cycling out the seconds-old gallon for the new.

“Hnnnn….! Gimmie… more…!” Milkette begged. Milkie was all too eager to oblige her.

The second he felt able to move again without the sheer intensity of the sensation running him, he began to thrust again. He fucked her, in long, rapid, heavy strokes that churned her messy pussy up. It sloshed, more cum spilled out every time he withdrew his meaty piston, and it splashed out when he punched it in again. Milkette was all moans and cries of pleasure, all while Milkie made an utter mess of her. Her legs were coated, as was most of his front. The bed was an utter write-off. They should have put plastic on it. There was a bed under all that cum somewhere… one would barely still see half the pillows sticking out of the mess. The carpet was getting its share, Milkie’s office chair, some five feet or so away, was starting to find its wheels stuck in a growing jizz-pond.

Milkie felt like he was on fire. His body burned, especially his cock, as he pushed up to squat behind his twin like a real animal, swinging his hips violently to pummel her. He wore out her muscles. She clenched and writhed around him so much but she began to feel numb. She loosened, giving him a soft, cum-drenched sleeve of flesh to use as he desired. Popping into her womb stopped being difficult – an opening had been made. The way it clenched around his dick made up for the rest of her being jelly at that point. He hunched over her to drive his thrusts that much harder, his hips and balls smacking her body. PLAP PLAP PLOP. Soaked impacts wracked her body, making the femme-mouse drool as she panted haggardly for breath.

“Mmmf, fuck yeah!” Milkie grinned, gripping Milkette’s hips as hard as he could, giving one last firm jab and remaining stuck in as deep as he could. He shuddered and tensed, his cock seemed to swell… Milkette knew exactly what that meant, and she felt a tinge of anticipation shoot up her spine as she stared straight ahead.

“Oh my Godddd…!” Milkette squeaked out loud when she felt the first eruption of that next load flood into her already overtaxed womb, beginning the cycling anew. Milkie replaced all that hot mess he’d dumped into her only moments ago, with a brand new, hotter load of it. Milkette twitched, groaning in lust-drunk agony as she felt it rush out past his dick and burst out of her pussy to add to the mess caking her thighs and feet. Her toes curled against the underbelly of his gigantic nuts to tickle and tease them, while the rest of her with nigh rigid in bliss. She managed to tense one of her legs too much and her calf flared up in pain, but she barely noticed it. She may as well have had jizz up to her eyeballs at that point; her brain was swimming in climactic ecstasy.

Milkie’s cock was overused. It was over swollen, aching with how much. Still, it dutifully throbbed, pumping out his ball-batter regardless of his much it seemed to burn. He panted through grit teeth, which just managed to fling drool over his chin, completing the “slobbering fuckbeast” look – at least so much as a mascara-wearing pretty boy could look like such a sex-obsessed monster. His balls felt so tight, so overworked… but they didn’t miss a beat. Mice were always so prolific when it came to sex and breeding, yet Milkie did the species proud. Four orgasms and none was any less than the first. It was impossible, and he delighted in the sheer insanity of it. He was proud of his loads, of the virility he represented. Every aching bath tub of jizz he pumped out only encouraged him to go further, to push it beyond whatever limitations he had. At that point, it was only fatigue that would stop him.

After that hot, fleshy pipe he called a cock stopped rupturing into his twin, Milkie’s posture deflated. He breathed deep, smelling only hot sweat and cum permeating his room. Milkette lay before him, face down and ass up, cuddling her tits as a pillow for comfort as she too caught her breath. They shook as their bodies tried to come down from sex-shock. Milkie took another deep breath, then rolled his head side-to-side, feeling the satisfying pops in his neck when he stretched it. Slowly he withdrew. With an utterly depraved suckling sound from Milkette’s well-fucked cunt, he withdrew his cum-dripping shaft. It was bathed in a mixture of both hers and his own. Milkette’s hips twitched upon his messy removal, cum fountaining from her pussy and onto his lap when he pulled the plug.

He took hold of his shaft again to angle it and reached forward to hook his arm around his twin, trying to maneuver around her swollen belly. She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her back, moving to get her sitting up. As her body rose and her ass lowered, she felt the head of his cock jam up against her puckered ass hole.

“Oh shit, you’re…!” Milkette couldn’t even get the words out before she was forced by gravity to lower herself, and Milkie’s cock speared right up into her ass. “Ahhh!! Oh god, no!” She cried, going awkwardly stiff as she sat down in his lap. In one fluid motion, her tight ass was filled completely with his cock, and she was sitting back against him. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her shoulder as he got used to the way her ass strangled his cock. For as loose as he’d pounded her pussy, that hole was as tight as ever.

“Ohhhh Jesus fuck…!” Milkette cursed, shaking as she slumped back against her twin, “Fuck my ass you bastard. Give me more of that cock!”

“I wasn’t looking for your permission…” Milkie did his best growl into her ear, but it was perhaps more likely that he was losing his voice. Still, it worked. A thrill filled her up at the sound of his voice. She was getting railed by a big-dicked stud, whether she liked it or not.

She didn’t like it. She loved it.

Milkie thrust his hips, bouncing Milkette up in his lap. She practically sloshed with the motion and forced a hoarse groan from her.

“Fine, fucking… fuck me more!” She pleaded, “Cum five… six… twenty more times! Fuck me!”

“Sounds good!” Milkie grunted, beginning his frantic thrusts up into his twin’s ass. “For a start!”

“Twenty-one! Twenty-two!” Milkette squeaked out a count running up with every time Milkie bounced her in his lap, and as weak as she felt, she worked with him. She tried to bounce and buck as best she could, until Milkie grabbed her legs from behind and folded her in half. She found her knees pulled up to her tits and her body lifted from below as he fucked her ass and kept her pulled back against his chest. His body struggled with the effort, but he was too passionately ignited to give up. He bit down on the side of her neck and kept his teeth there, panting furiously through his nose as he swung his hips. His heavy balls smacked her ass repeatedly, their heavy impacts a stinging reminder of how rough he was being.

Taking it in the ass was a whole new sensation, but one Milkette was familiar with. It felt hotter than taking it in her pussy, and tighter. It stung with how big he was, sixteen inches of fat mouse cock almost completely embedded into her ass, getting slammed in and out, and in and out… She should have broken. Something inside her should have sundered, or something. Instead, she felt this whole new set of nerves getting ground on, something that made her body clench and twist and writhe in absolute delight. Her face was priceless: zoned out, drooling over herself, tongue out… she was unable to speak, unable to verbally encourage her twin beyond lusty, begging groans and squeaky moans.

Milkie chewed on her neck, grunting and huffing with the exertion of both swinging his hips to smack them off her ass with every cock-sinking thrust, and with holding her up. She was never light, not with that layer of fat on her, those enormous tits, and her fat ass. Couple in a couple gallons of cum splashing around in her womb and she was downright titanic. Milkie, however, was stronger than he looked – maybe his girlfriend was to thank for that, but he did a valiant effort in keeping Milkette up. It just added to the cocktail, the intense feeling of fucking her ass while her muscles clenched down, practically jerking him off as he ravaged her. He could still smell her perfume a little, even though her fur was so matted with cum… it was a pleasant, gentle thing in the middle of it all. All it made him want to do was further ruin it with sex and cum.

Milkette was lost. She had no idea what to do with her hands, so she grabbed and pawed at her body mindlessly. She squeezed her cum-stuffed belly and teased her milk-leaking tits, working herself over on autopilot, out of pure hedonistic greed for more pleasure. By then the neighbours must have filed some noise complains with how loud she was being; she made no effort in the slightest to be quiet. She screamed and moaned so loud it practically shook the walls. She did her best to come down on Milkie harder, to feel his cock punch into her ass that much more powerfully, but she was unable to bounce or manipulate her body in the slightest. It didn’t seem to matter though, as Milkie’s savage fucking picked up the tempo just right when she wanted it to. Her cunt spasmed, she was cumming like crazy, more of Milkie’s jizz just pouring out of her in a cream pie mix all over the bed.

And then it happened again! Milkie came, his cock twitching in her ass and beginning to unleash the insane floods he’d been keeping up with since they stepped in the door. Whatever stretched, stinging pain Milkette felt in her ass was immediately soothed by his hot cum, the warmth of it ebbing into her muscles, becoming part of her pleasure-hazed existence in that moment. She felt it force its way into her body, filling her from the bottom up. Her stomach was still so full of the stuff from what she’d drank earlier there was hardly any room left, but Milkie seemed to greedily take what remained. As his throbbing cock hosed more and more cum into her, washing her out with the white spunk, it bloated her belly even further. She was beginning to look slovenly with how disproportionately bloated she was, her gut hanging down even in that position toward the bed. Of course, it couldn’t all stay inside; conservation wouldn’t allow for that.

It gushed from her ass and over Milkie’s lap in a raining plaster that added to the mess down below, coating the bed to even more ridiculous degrees. She loved to hear it, her big ears jolting up every time that splattering started. It was so powerful and intense, squelching out of even the tight seal her clenching ass made around his cock. “So much, so… much…!” Milkette squeaked out. She could barely speak still.

“Mmmfuck…” Milkie muffled a moan against her neck as she slathered her fur with saliva, lapping at her with his tongue. His thighs quivered weakly as his balls worked everything out, his cock flexing and pulsating inside her under the tremendous effort to work it all out. He could feel it rushing out of his tip. It had become so sensitive, he was all too aware of every drop that rushed through to spill out into his twin sister. He was all too aware of how much filled her when her sloshing, ballooned stomach spilled around his fingers which held her thighs in place. There was a backyard hot tub somewhere that could have been spilling over with how much he’d pumped inside and outside of Milkette.

Milkette blearily watched his cum rush out in streams from under her, soaking over the already white bed. A shiver ran through her body, one of excitement and mounting anticipation, before she was released. She and Milkie both fell onto the bed, smearing that jizz mess all over themselves as they did. Milkie withdrew, pulling slowly to ease every inch of his cock out of her so she knew just how much she’d be missing. Popping free, his cock throbbed in angry demand while his cum spilled out of her clenching hole.

He almost wearily moved to get off the bed. Cum squished under his toes when he put his feet to the floor and lifted himself, if only to stretch his legs. Milkette rolled onto his back, a cum-smeared mess of a rodent for doing so. She swallowed, tasting cum on her breath, and panted. Meanwhile Milkie stepped around the bed to the foot of it. Milkette pushed her head back to gaze at him upside down. His cock loomed over her when she did, like a monolith of hot flesh that ended up balancing on her throat. She was staring right at his balls and couldn’t see too much more of him other than maybe his fat thighs and wide hips. His enormous balls took the show however, hanging there so big and so full…

“Are… you even bigger than when we started?” Milkette asked, gazing curiously at his nuts. She reached out (above herself, from her angle) to touch them. She held them in her hands but they vastly overfilled them. They even outsized her head by a lot. Before, they may have been comparable to her head… but there was no mistaking it, they were a fair size larger than that.

Milkie blushed. “Demand, meet supply. Base economics.”

Milkette felt her thighs clench in a sudden rush of excitement. “Oh god, yes, come here!” She demanded, before opening her mouth as wide as she could and sticking out her tongue, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed.

Milkie smirked. He took his cock in both hands near its base, and Milkette took it near the tip in both of hers. They both aimed it right at her wide-open mouth, and without any hesitation, they shoved it in together.
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