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This story contains incest, hyper endowments, excessive cum, breeding, light force, and some orientation play.

It was a delight to write, and after taking a long pause just after the beginning, I basically vomited another 13,000 words out of me uncontrollably. It's a devastating condition known as "I'm an inconsistent hack." So, strap in, this one's a long one!", "writing": "[center][u][b]Fill Them In[/b][/u]\nAuthored by [iconname]Milkie[/iconname]\nA [iconname]Norithics[/iconname] commission[/center]\n\nThe nigh infamous Dr. Gwendolyn Mason; once a renowned child prodigy with a doctorate in Psychology from the early age of twelve years old, certified in Sexology Studies, Child Psychology, and Social Psychology. At that young, tender age, she was giving seminars on college campuses, while still attending elementary school purely for the experience of growing up; and then applying it to her studies. Her most controversial work included examining and treating those of the paedophilic persuasion, something many thought to be insane and downright dangerous as she, herself, was one such young lady her patients may have been attracted to. The unorthodox approach brought many breakthroughs, and she became a proponent in the treatment of paedophilic desires, as well as treatment and rehabilitation of sexual offenders. Her accomplishments had set the groundwork for changing the way these problems were approached, and the awards lining her shelves for her authored books and journals suggested that things would change in the coming years, and understanding would be broadened for future generations.\n\nThen, she grew up. The public’s perception of her changed with her body and maturity. One day, she was simply no longer Dr. Gwen, child psychologist. She was Dr. Gwendolyn Mason, has-been. Her fame and credibility were brought into question, collogues and peers alike questioning her discoveries when they did, in fact, come from a child. She was over-hyped, they said, and it seemed as if a campaign had been put out to bury her. They succeeded. There were no more seminars booked, no more book signings to attend, and fewer and fewer appointments booked by patients as she seemed to exit her field through the sheer virtue of getting older. To hold on to some of what she had, she re-entered school post-secondary, receiving further certifications in broader fields of psychological study. By the end, she was a leading expert in the study of the mind, though one that few others were willing to include in their papers. A black sheep she may have been, but the results of her therapy on criminals and couple’s counselling alike spoke for themselves. She was successful, and she fought the entire way to get there.\n\nTo sit across from someone so academically monumental in the very structuring of society, and a veritable poster-girl for children and women’s issues, was unreal. Where there was once a young girl who wore tiny t-shirts, overalls, and rarely shoes if ever she could help it, now sat a mature woman in a business blazer, a pencil skirt, sheer pantyhose, and office-proper heels. Her posture was straight, her shoulders were squared, and her chin was often ever-so-slightly raised so her studious blue eyes could look down her nose at those she knew would judge her every act. She was knowing, she was aware, and she took glee in challenging one’s perspective and analyzing whoever she met. She rarely wasn’t smiling or grinning like the Cheshire cat.\n\nBut there she sat, IQ of 130, across from an IQ 109 peasant; who was also her brother-in-law, Milkie Souris.\n\nWhen Gwen first met him, Milkie was a twenty-five-year-old with near nihilistic motivations aside from his dedication to vanity and strongly upheld narcissism to keep himself from just falling apart. She’d had him figured out the day they met, but even so, he had surprised her now and again. As a young man, he was comparatively unremarkable when viewed next to what he became. One day, though, he’d made the decision to not be so average, and almost over-night (and with a wasted college fund spent on Nanotech implants and slight plastic surgery), he transformed from a boyish, slender mouse, into an effeminate, broad-hipped, bubble-butted young man content to grow his hair out, wear make-up, and take the narcissistic love of one’s self into the physical. This falling in love with his own body and turning it into what he saw as beautiful unlocked a whole other facet of him, as he was then content to live in his own skin; he began taking adult life in stride and developing a greater independence from what others thought of him. It was almost days after that coming-out that he attracted Gwen’s older sister, Leila, and the two of them fell head over heels for each other. That was fair exchange, as it turned out, since Gwen had long coveted Milkie’s baby sister, Fraise. Milkie married Leila, and while Fraise and Gwen weren’t legally married, they had become common-law after moving in together shortly graduating after high school – a second-time graduation, for Gwen.\n\nMilkie had barely grown by turning thirty-four. Looking at him, only a few things would have tipped Gwen off that he’d even aged a day past twenty-six. His chocolate brown hair was longer, falling past his shoulders, a tight knot at the end giving his flowing locks a little tail by day. He still wore his big, round, doofy glasses that were thankfully thin enough not to magnify his blue eyes too much, but his hair framed his face with his characteristic center-part more than it used to. His muzzle was a light, creamy brown, like coffee with milk, and that colour painted down his neck and chest, all the way down the front of his body. His big, round mouse ears, his fingertips, and even his toes were the same colour. Gwen always liked how he looked sort of like a milk chocolate dipped digestive biscuit, as the rest of him was a creamy, rich, darker brown akin to cocoa. His lips were smoothed over with gloss, just barely making them more vibrant to the eye, and his eyes had penciled-in liner, just to make them appear bolder. He was conservative with his make-up.\n\nHis gray knit top had long sleeves, but the shoulders had been cut out to expose them and create a tank top-like neckline. It may have been modestly covering on most people, but it was up in the air as to why it didn’t cover all Milkie’s midriff. He either cut it that way himself, or perhaps he was too voluptuous from the waist down for it to fit proper. Gwen had seen it many times before – Milkie’s hips were round and he rolled them provocatively [i]specifically[/i] to draw attention to his ass, where the nanotech implants had been given. He’d granted himself a shelf of butt that didn’t quite rival her own, and he’d taken to dressing it in blue denim that day that was too low under his tail and showed off the deep cleavage of his chocolate cheeks. As if that weren’t bold enough, the front of his jean shorts had to be cut out and customized with a gratuitously stretchy pouch to make room for his enormous male equipment.\n\nIt was a Souris genetic trait. Every single one of the dick-bearing members of that family was more than generously endowed. Rodents like them were known for having generously-sized testicles, but theirs were phenomenal knee-knockers so abjectly huge that their own heads failed to compete. Their shafts didn’t help their modesty either. Milkie himself put the average horse to utter shame. All that was stuffed into a pouch that clung tight around his equipment. You could see his entire dick laying limp over his forwardly-projected sack, because there was no way it was fitting between his round thighs.\n\nAll that wasn’t just something Gwen had noticed – it was something she couldn’t avoid. It was something no one could avoid. Milkie was as in-your-face as he could be, while wearing girlish clothing, right down to his feminine-looking sandals and the bracelet charms around his slender wrists. He whipped his tail around in passive delight knowing full well that Gwen had been looking at him; her and plenty of the other patrons in the coffee shop they had chosen to meet up in for a drink and some catching up. Gwen didn’t ogle him – try as he might to look girly, he was no girl. She had her priorities set.\n\nMore than that, though… All of that was specifically why she called him there. There was something she needed him to do.\n\nMilkie on the other hand almost never looked at Gwen’s face. Not that Gwen’s chubby-cheeked, round face wasn’t cute as a button with her snow-white hair done up like it was; it always had been just that. It was more that her body drew the eye. That plum blazer she wore, she wore it unbuttoned three from the top, exposing what appeared to be a yellow tube top that had no problem shoving her healthy bosom forward and giving him plenty of cleavage to gawk at. Gawk he did, and past that, the blazer had been fitted with something of a clincher around her waist. She was no small, slender kid with a surprisingly massive butt any more… she was a thick, chubby woman with an even more gigantic bombshell of a butt. He knew she was a little ashamed of how big her tummy and love-handles had gotten. All her professional apparel had something to squeeze that in and make her look more hour-glass.\n\nHer hour-glass was bottom-heavy to the umpteenth. She’d stuffed so many cookies into her face when she was a kid, that all the fat seemed to gather in what had already been a prodigious pair of cheeks that Milkie had long wanted to get between, sister-in-law or no. Now it stuck out behind her and crowded the chair she sat in so ridiculously, it was a wonder she could fit in it at all. She never really stopped eating cakes, cookies, and the like, and her sweet-tooth had given her fat thighs that could have crushed a man’s head. Her skirt had to have been applied with a paint roller, it was so vacuum-sealed to her blue-furred plumpness. Her big, soft skunk tail flagged up behind her in ways that suggested she wanted people to look, like she was begging for it. Plenty obliged her, regardless of if this was true.\n\nShe looked almost identical to her sister. His wife was much more buff than she, but they had the same lovely, almost sky-blue fur, same white underbelly… practically twins, despite being so many years apart in age.\n\nThat all just made Milkie want her more. When she was young, she paraded around in tiny shorts and tiny t-shirts, didn’t wear a bra, and had legitimately taken up twerking as a form of dance because she thought it was hilarious. That had already tormented him plenty, and while one might think that her getting older and fatter might have turned someone off, it did quite the opposite to him. He [i]loved[/i] bigger women, and his fantasies had switched from splitting her blue bubble butt apart with his dick, to being pressed into the bed beneath her considerable weight, while also splitting her now extra-jumbo bubble butt apart with his dick. He was thinking about it at that exact moment, hiding his little smile behind his cappuccino’s mug.\n\n“Well, it’s so nice to catch up,” Gwen said, giving more attention to stirring sugar and milk into her tea, if only to give less attention to him. “Leila gushes about you constantly. I’ve heard so much about you, and I need to remind myself that you just never go outside and aren’t just a legend.”\n\nMilkie grinned at her forwards and backwards manner of complimenting him. She did so much to remind him that she didn’t like men. It was nothing new. “Oh, I’m a legend alright,” Milkie mused, “Just a living one. Nice to see you too. So much more satisfying than your pictures in the albums on Facebook.”\n\n“Oh?” Gwen gave him a cool, half-lidded look of amusement, “Do you look at those a lot?”\n\n“Oh yes.” Milkie said, “A lot.”\n\nTypical Milkie. Still as sexually-focused as ever. She knew him to be picky, and she knew that she pushed a lot of his buttons. She knew it when she was young, too… and she’d relished in pushing them every chance she got. For research purposes, of course. That did make him a hebephile, after all. She was honestly impressed that he’d managed to hang on all those years without an inopportune draining of those giant nuts of his. She did, after all, once grind on him so hard it felt like he was going to go nuclear. This was just to show him her new dance moves, of course…\n\n“Yes, of course.” Gwen teased, “You’re so dedicated. Leila tells me that’s part of what she loves about you.”\n\nMilkie took a moment to consider her, sipping his vanilla drink, grinning when he withdrew the cup from his lips. “Oh, I’m sure she tells you plenty more than that,” He said, “I know girl-talk. And I know what she likes talking about.”\n\nGwen was momentarily unnerved. His implications were spot-on, which was a staggeringly frequent occurrence with him. She blushed and was agitated by the way he silently chuckled and sipped his drink. So damn proud of himself. Gwen sipped her own drink and then cleared her throat after swallowing. “Well, yes, you’re right. That… seems like a good enough segue into something I actually need to ask you about.”\n\nThis caught Milkie’s interest. He cocked a brow curiously and gave her his full attention. He put down his drink and adjusted his glasses, looking her right in the eye. “Oh? Really? About that? Well… colour me three shades of interested. What’s on your mind, girlfriend?”\n\nGwen found herself clearing her throat again and doing everything she could to keep her composure. She lowered her voice just slightly and leaned forward to keep things personal. “Well,” She began, “As you know, Fraise and I are… both girls, of course.”\n\nMilkie’s eyes narrowed slightly. He smiled. He was intuiting where she was going with this, and she could see the gears turning in his head. She hated that. Continuing, she said, “Well, that… limits us, you see, in… ways.”\n\n“What sort of ways?” Milkie smugly linked his hands together and rested his chin on them, giving her a frustratingly coaxing look to keep her going.\n\nGwen collected herself. “She and I are hoping to have a child, I’ll have you know.”\n\nThat changed Milkie’s thinking and surprised him. “Oh!” He said, “Wow, that’s… that’s great, actually! I hope for the best then. So, you’re just letting me know then? You’re serious about it, obviously.”\n\n“It’s a little more… involved than that, actually…” Gwen responded.\n\nMilkie’s expression turned to puzzled excitement. “Oh no…” He smiled, “Oh no!”\n\nGwen was gobsmacked by his response. “What’s ‘oh no’ about it?” She asked, “I just mean to ask you… well, what I mean is… Leila’s told me a lot about how you… perform… and I need you… No, that’s not right…”\n\nMilkie sat up, clearly excited, and clearly rather surprised himself. He stared at her as she gathered her thoughts. With a red tinge to her cheeks, she sat up straight again and lifted her chin slightly. “Fraise and I want our insemination to be performed by someone we trust,” She informed him outright, “And we agree that it should be…”\n\nMilkie was beaming. Gwen splayed out her ears, suddenly reserved when she saw his childish, almost overjoyed expression.\n\n“… You.” She finished.\n\nMilkie stretched his arms and arched his back, thrusting his chest out with a groan from the effort. He turned his head away, held the stretch, and then slumped back into his chair with his hands behind his head, peering right into Gwen’s eyes. He rested his one leg on his other knee, crossing them as much as his heavily-hanging endowments would allow, and flashed her a buck-toothed, wicked grin. “… Ohhh, really now?”\n\nGwen immediately disliked how he was taking this. She shifted in her seat, finding his stare uncomfortable. She attempted to remain as professional about it as she could, trying to steer him into thinking likewise. “Yes,” She said, “Really. You’re part of the family, and you’ve been very good to my sister.”\n\n“Yeah, so?” Milkie questioned, “What does that have to do with anything? There’s more to it than that. Why me? Because of the things Leila has said? Has she told you what it’s like to fuck me?”\n\nGwen blushed, gritting her teeth. What exactly was he trying to do? “Well, yes, she has. Girls talk about that sort of thing.”\n\n“And you’re interested.” Milkie concluded, “This isn’t something you haven’t thought about – not if the result is having children. You want it.”\n\nGwen stiffened up, uncrossing her legs just to switch and cross the other. “We had a long talk about it, and we think it would be best,” She said, “That’s all. This is serious, and I’d appreciate it if you took it seriously.”\n\nMilkie peered at her, then sat up and shook his head. “Not good enough,” He said, “You’ve got to tell me.”\n\n“Tell you what?” Gwen asked.\n\n“You know what.” Milkie rebutted, “You didn’t just decide anything. Tell me what you want.”\n\nSo stubborn! Gwen was getting frustrated with Milkie’s insistence, but she could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t joking in the slightest. “I’m not going to make this more than it is,” She said, “Now if you’d please…”\n\nMilkie shrugged. “Then I won’t do it.”\n\nTaken aback, Gwen stared him down. “You… won’t do it? You’re not serious.” She said, “All because I won’t lie to you?”\n\nMilkie rolled his eyes. “Who’s lying?” He asked, leaning forward again, planting his hands on the table, shaking the mugs and silverware with a clatter. “Dr. Gwendolyn Mason, I have long dreamed of [i]absolutely devastating[/i] you. Since the day I’ve met you, I’ve wanted to throw you down, grab you so you can’t get away, and destroy your ass with such ferocity that I pop one of your hips. And that’s just to start!” He wasn’t keeping his voice down, and people started looking. Gwen caught this and shifted uncomfortably. Milkie didn’t seem to mind at all, though. He continued, “I’ve wanted to make you moan so loud you lose your voice. I’ve wanted to blow so much hot mouse jizz all over you that you can’t get the smell out for days. This? This is whole new territory. Now you’ve got me thinking of filling you to the utter brim and popping out a butt-load of little mouse-skunk babies.”\n\nGwen went almost beet red. “Milkie!”\n\n“Tell me you want me to do it,” Milkie said, “Ask me real nice.”\n\nGwen was struck speechless, but Milkie just kept staring into her eyes. His sparkled with such mischief! “I… erm…” It had been a long time since Gwen had been so unbalanced by someone. It put her in a sweat, and she felt strangely vulnerable, like he had her in a position where she couldn’t just pull out. She hadn’t been lying when she said that she and Fraise wanted a baby, and she wasn’t prepared to get just anyone to do it. She needed it to be someone close to her, and Milkie was the one. He was pushing it hard, though. He was so passionate about it. Gwen’s heart was pounding. She turned her head, refusing to maintain eye contact with him.\n\n“I… would like you… to…” She started.\n\n“You want me to.” Milkie corrected.\n\n“I want you to.” She repeated in a hurry, just getting it out and done with.\n\nMilkie sat back, and Gwen let out a breath of relief. However, he simply sat back and kicked out his feet under the table, crossing them over one another. “You want me to what?” He asked, smirking.\n\nGwen glared ferociously at him, and her face went all the redder. “You…!”\n\n“What do you want me to do?” He asked again.\n\nGwen grumbled. “… I want you to make me… pregnant.” Milkie sucked in a slow, deep breath at the confession. Was he getting off on this?!\n\n“How?” He asked.\n\nGwen felt like she was going to tear her hair out or jump across the table and start strangling him. Everyone was staring at her! They had to know what they were saying. She had never been more embarrassed in her life, and she was feeling as if asking Milkie to do this for her at all was a massive mistake. Still…\n\n“I… ugh…” Gwen closed her eyes, sucked in her lips, and sighed in frustration. “I want you to fuck me and put a baby in me.”\n\nMilkie shot up from his seat, the chair squealing across the floor. He shook the table as he stood, because his dick was at a solid half-chub and knocked against the underside. It bounced and seemed to twitch, in plain view of everyone around! Gwen immediately shunned him, turning her head and cupping her hand over her peripheral vision to block the sight out. “Perfect!” Milkie declared, pleased as punch. He gathered his man-purse and stepped around to Gwen’s side of the table, getting in real close to her. She turned further to avoid making any contact with him – he seemed to challenge this by shoving his half-erect bulge against her side. It was warm – very warm, and soft, and just… obnoxiously big, and hard, and… blatant!\n\nHe leaned in close to her ear, and practically purred. “I’ll see you soon then…” He said, “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Leila. It’ll be our secret.”\n\nHe nudged her with his nose, a sign of affection, and then stood up and waltzed off. Gwen slowly looked up, swallowing whatever remained after that vicious attack on her pride. Milkie practically skipped out of the coffee shop, hips bouncing this way and that. He wished someone gawking at his dick a good afternoon, then paid for his drink and Gwen’s, and left. People still stared at her as she collected herself, flustered and frustrated at how he practically degraded her. She gathered her purse and took her phone out of it, quickly dialing her girlfriend’s number as she stood to leave.\n\n“Fraise, I will kill him, I swear!” She said, presumably when Fraise picked up on the other line. There were pauses in their following conversation, and anyone listening only caught Gwen’s half. “Milkie! Yes, him. He made me basically beg for it! Yes, he did. No of course I don’t! I just… Fraise, I just want us to have a family. I want [i]you[/i], and I want a child. I just want to get this over with, so we can start this new part of our lives together.”\n\n“… Yes, of course. It’s fine. I’ll be home soon. I love you. I love you too. Yes! I love you already, hang up the phone. Fraise, I… I’ll hang up the phone. I’m serious. I’m hanging up now. Bye-bye, sweetie. Bye. [i]Goodbye[/i].”\n\nDropping her phone back into her purse, she noticed all the eyes on her, staring at her, drawing conclusions in their minds. She squared her shoulders, took her purse, and strode out of that café with her dignity. It wasn’t about to be shaken by something like that – she’d seen worse! Besides, Milkie had earned that much… after all her younger years spent teasing him despite her own hang-ups, she would take that on the chin if that’s what it took. When she stepped outside, she nervously pawed at her abdomen, her thoughts moving forward to what it would be like to have a baby inside her. It was one thing to know what to expect, but entirely another when it came to actual experience.\n\nAnd those balls of Milkie’s… she shuddered to imagine what they might be capable of. She’d never admit it, but she was downright scared of the possibilities. It made her feel like her womb was twisting itself into nervous knots. It felt strange, embarrassing even. After all the build-up to take the leap, she was getting apprehensive.\n\n“Oh no…” She groused as she got out to her car, “I can’t stop thinking about it now.”\n\n…\n\nAfter some calming down, Gwen followed up with Milkie and they agreed to meet just a week from that day. They needed to set aside an entire day off work to do the deed, or so Milkie insisted, so it took some schedule-tweaking. That week for Gwen was spent having many conversations with her girlfriend and Milkie’s younger sister, Fraise. Gwen became more nervous as the date drew closer for several reasons; and Fraise, as she often did, served to get Gwen out of her own head and assured her time and time again that everything would be fine. Gwen didn’t think that things would [i]not[/i] fine, but she still felt on-edge. The thought of having sex with a [i]man[/i] hadn’t crossed her mind in years! She had done her exploration, she had discovered her love of women in high school. This “natural” way of getting pregnant was opening doors she’d long thought closed.\n\nDays came, and days went, and before Gwen knew it the day was upon her. She had been going out of her way to focus on her work, to keep her mind preoccupied. With the day off though, all she could think about again was what she’d signed up for. All she could do was count down the minutes before Milkie was supposed to arrive – which he was late for. Probably “fashionably” late, but the agreed time was around noon, and it was quarter-past.\n\nGwen loafed on her couch in surrender, shoveling spoonfuls of vanilla bean ice cream into her mouth right out of the little miniature tub while she watched the news on TV. She sat up straight and with her legs crossed to maintain some semblance of composure over herself, but her activity and dress betrayed her. She put no effort into getting ready other than having a shower, and she’d dressed down in an old T-shirt Fraise got her as a gift. The words printed onto the top had been stretched out over the years she owned it. It read “70% Brains, 70% Beauty = 140% Impossibly Amazing.” It had been her “bumming around” shirt ever since she got it, but it was even more so by then as the shirt no longer kept the soft muffin top of her belly from peeking out. She still hadn’t decided if the shirt had shrunk or if she had grown, but she held on to hope that it was the shirt’s fault.\n\nShe wore no socks, and her sweat pants had a hole in them big enough to stick her finger through just on the inner thigh. Her blue fur seemed desperate to make that opening larger, filling out the would-be loose pants to a soft, comfortable tightness.\n\nThe lights in her open-concept living room went dim suddenly. Curiously, she looked up, and the reason became clear. They hadn’t dimmed – they were completely obscured! Fraise had stepped up behind the sofa, which they kept away from the wall since their living room in their penthouse was big enough for such a thing. Her excessively enormous breasts loomed over Gwen like an awning and looking up at them revealed an absolute canyon of under-boob cleavage visible only because those white mountains of milky goodness stretched her custom-fit shirt far in front of her as well. Fraise had done this only to get Gwen’s attention, and then she stepped back, bent down, and planted elbows on the back of the couch.\n\nIf anyone was going to be a literal pillar of support, it was Fraise. She had blotted out the proverbial sun with her breasts because when she stood up, those breasts rose higher than Gwen’s head. Fraise was beyond tall, well over seven feet of height, which made the white mouse’s features proportionate to her size seem all the bigger as well. The thing was, her breasts - which made up the considerable bulk of her otherwise athletically narrow, if outrageously vertical body – were most decidedly not proportionate to her body. They were gigantic even for her, like two giant, soft boulders jutting from her chest. How she didn’t just snap in two was a miracle… literally! Something about Fraise was magical, but Gwen had never entirely understood the nature of her deity-like blessings. The herculean strength and nigh-invulnerability, though, had something to do with it.\n\nFraise rested her chin on her arms. Her breasts shoved against the back of the sofa to compete for space, winning out as they very gently nudged the couch onto a tilt. Gwen wobbled and kept her ice cream form falling. “Shouldn’t you get dressed?” Fraise asked with a small smirk, “We’re having company, you know.”\n\nGwen felt more at ease just looking at her girlfriend’s face. Those big, amethyst eyes still held a round, alluring innocence that she loved to pieces. Still, she wasn’t going to let her guard down. “Why?” Gwen asked, “I very thoroughly explained to him that this is just business. I don’t need to dress up or go out of my way. This isn’t a date, Fraise, it’s just…” Gwen struggled to find a term that could dress up the situation in the most non-offensive way possible. “It’s just… well… business! Professional… serious business!”\n\nFraise sighed, propping her cheek up with her fist while she leaned forward to get a read on Gwen’s face. “Gwen…” She started, as she had several times before. Gwen wasn’t simply going to roll over on her morals though. She had standards to uphold.\n\n“Gwen nothing!” The skunk brandished her spoon, waving it towards Fraise’s face. “I am doing this for us, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”\n\n“You might feel better if you tried,” Fraise reasoned, “Milkie’s a nice guy, he’s not going to do anything you don’t want.”\n\nGwen stuffed another spoonful of ice cream in her gob. “He was eying me up like an animal and humiliating me,” Gwen huffed, “He’s already done things I don’t want.”\n\nFraise stood tall once again, towering over Gwen. She reached down and simply plucked the ice cream tub out of Gwen’s hand, and pulled the spoon out of her mouth too. Fraise’s strength made any hope of resistance futile. Fraise made her feel like such a child sometimes, which might have explained why she started to pout like one.\n\nFraise brought the ice cream back into their attached kitchen, taking the lid from the island countertop and putting it back on. She cleaned the spoon off by sucking off what remained of the cold treat before tossing it into the sink with a clatter. “Well, if you didn’t tease him so much when you were a kid, maybe he wouldn’t tease you back.” Fraise said, “I’ll make sure he’s not too mean to you, you know. What’s he going to do? Beat me up?” Fraise put the ice cream back in the freezer and strode back out to the living room area, standing before Gwen and posing. She made sure to flex her pectoral muscles, which made her giant boobs wobble one after the other.\n\nFraise winked. “I’m here for you, baby!” She said, “I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”\n\nGwen sighed, but smiled all the same. “I know, it’s… it’s fine,” She said, “I just… don’t [i]like[/i] guys, Fraise. Milkie may dress up and wear make-up and perfume, but he’s still a guy. That’s why I didn’t do anything with him… he was even more guy-ish back then! It’s hard to think of him differently.”\n\nFraise stepped over the coffee table and sat down next to her girlfriend, reaching around her to cradle her in her arms. She mashed Gwen’s cheek against her breast and pet through her hair. “I know,” Fraise puckered her lips, speaking like she was soothing a child, “Boys are so icky and terrible.”\n\n“But,” The gigantic mouse said, “It’s only going to take one day. After that, we’re going to have a real family, me and you, and we’re going to have the best kids ever. I’m sorry to make you do this, I just don’t want them to… you know… do it like I did.”\n\nFraise had been conceived via artificial insemination. Her mother didn’t share an intimate moment with anyone, it wasn’t a joining of two people made with love, and because of that she never knew her real father. Never even met him once. She and Gwen couldn’t have kids like that, so having someone… help… was the next best thing. Someone they could trust. When it came down to making the decision, though, family seemed like the best choice… and Fraise had a big choice of brothers and cousins to choose from.\n\n“Why him though?” Gwen asked.\n\nFraise had started caressing Gwen’s arm and side, rubbing her up and down. She paused to think about her response. “Um… I guess because he seemed like he’d be the best at it, and my other brothers wouldn’t have done it. Latte would think we’re nuts-o, and ‘Nillie is super gay.”\n\nGwen scoffed. “[i]I’m[/i] super gay.”\n\n“And I picked the most girly brother I had!” Fraise said, squeezing her girlfriend in protest, “I tried, okay? I couldn’t get a hold of Cookie, so I couldn’t do much better, and what if my mom found out? She’d have a cow! Milkie… he just… he was the best option.”\n\n“Okay, okay,” Gwen relented, “It’s fine. If he’s as good as Leila says… it [i]might[/i] not be the worst thing ever.”\n\n“That’s kind of the spirit!” Fraise pumped her fist, “So… should you get dressed or something?”\n\n“If it’ll make you happy,” Gwen smiled, “Fine.”\n\nShe got up, leaving Fraise’s side. Fraise smirked at her, doing her beast to look somewhat alluring. She always came off as kind of goofy, though. She looked more cheeky than anything. “Letting me watch you change will make me happy.”\n\nGwen’s cheeks burned, but she giggled even so. She turned away with a sway of her hip, hooking her finger into the waist of her sweats and stretching them out. She allowed them to snap back to her hip. “And have my nose buried between your legs when Milkie shows up? No. I’m [i]not[/i] giving him that satisfaction.”\n\nFraise made a face at her and stuck out her tongue. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both Gwen and Fraise’s ears swiveled up, twitching toward the sound. “Oh!” Fraise said, checking her watch, “Wow, he is [i]late[/i].”\n\n“Wh… What do we do?” Gwen asked, frozen in place.\n\nFraise stood up. “Answer it, I guess!” She turned then to make for the door, and Gwen fidgeted in place, having half a mind to bolt to her bedroom and lock herself inside.\n\nNo, that wasn’t right. She was Dr. Gwendolyn Mason! Accomplished therapist, psychologist, receiver of her doctorate when she was twelve! That sort of lady didn’t run from anything! She smacked herself on the cheeks to psyche herself up. No, it was Milkie who should be afraid of her! She was a woman to be worked for, not conquered!\n\nFraise had opened the door and the first thing Gwen could hear was her girlfriend’s stifled laughter. “Milkie?? Wow, look at you!”\n\nGwen marched to the door, squinting and furrowing her brow as she tried to look around Fraise to see Milkie – but that was impossible, as Fraise had leaned down to greet Milkie, and so he was utterly obscured by Fraise’s considerably larger form. They exchanged little kisses on the cheek – a very European style of greeting – before Fraise stepped inside and invited Milkie in.\n\nMilkie’s gaze stopped Gwen in her tracks. He looked right at her under smoky eyeshadow tinted barely with violet, which only served to light up the blue of his eyes behind unfamiliar cat-eye glasses with a leopard-spot frame. His eyelashes had been fluffed up and his eyeliner had been applied sparingly, just enough to make his gaze piercing. A beauty mark had been dotted onto his chin beneath a glossy pink lip behind bucked teeth. Something made his cheeks seem a bit fuller… his make-up game had been turned up to eleven!\n\nHis bangs were styled just so, swept to one side to frame his face in a crescent of silky chocolate hair, while the back had been pulled up into a messy bun and stuck through with sticks to tie it up. His white office shirt was worn loose, but not daringly so, and the sleeves of it were long down to fake violet fingernails. His black vest bore a single seam down its right side and was fastened with two golden buttons, waist cinched to flow into a long, black pencil skirt. It had to be long, and form-fitting, as his obnoxious dick and balls crowded for space at the front in a way that made it look printed on. It fit, to his credit, and his legs were sheathed in nylon leggings, and he wore… heels! Black business heels that clacked onto the hardwood floor of her foyer when he stepped inside!\n\nHe was holding a clip board against his chest, shouldering a purse, and he flashed Gwen a little smile. “Sorry I’m late.”\n\nGwen stared at his office secretary apparel, fitted perfectly for his maddeningly borderline body, make-up put on just right, his tone as appropriate as could be. There was a leer in it, she was sure, but he masked it perfectly. Under her inspection, he tugged his vest and smoothed it out. Fraise stood aside, covering her mouth in amazement and amusement. She was the one to ask, “Milkie, what are you [i]wearing[/i]??”\n\nMilkie turned to look back at his sister. His tail flicked up, drawing Gwen’s attention to his ass and how it was molded by his skirt, and jutted out thanks to those heels. It was like a shelf, hoisted so the crevasse of the rounded half-moons framed his tail base perfectly. “Why, my office best, of course!” Milkie explained, “Gwen told me that this meeting was strictly business, so I thought I would look the part. This is serious, after all.”\n\nGwen’s attention snapped back up to the mouse’s face, her cheeks red. That last part tipped her off. “This is overkill!” She said, knowing that he was going out of his way now to torment her. Milkie looked at her and lifted a hand to his chin, tapping a pen he was holding against the corner of his mouth. He seemed to consider her words for a moment, then simply strode toward her. It was a practiced step; he didn’t miss a beat in those heels. Clack, clack, clack, he walked right up to her. The faint smell of sandalwood and spice drifted across her nose. Vol de nuit extrait. Gwen was shaken but didn’t back down. She stared him in the eyes, and he smiled. “This is just me putting the ‘Méi’ in ‘Milkie Méi Souris,’” He explained before giving her a once-over and examining her lazy ‘laundry day’ apparel. “You look beautiful today, Gwen.”\n\n“I told you not to play this up!” Gwen scolded him, making him flinch. He smiled, however, at her fluster.\n\nHe collected himself and leaned forward to get rather close to her, letting his tail wave up behind him. “Before we get started,” He began, tapping the clip board with his pen, “We have a few things to go over. Just procedure, you see.”\n\n“P-Procedure?”\n\nMilkie turned the clip board around and handed it to her along with the pen. She was surprised to see that the papers on it very much seemed legitimate! She took the board, a little overwhelmed, and started looking over the details on the forms there. She flipped the pages, finding more than a few to go through. “What the heck is this??”\n\n“A standard Consent for Participation,” Milkie explained, “Given that the services rendered involve a great deal of mutual participation between myself and the individual of receipt – that being you – this first form goes through the sorts of interactions to occur, outlining potential activities, making you as aware as possible of what you’re to expect. At the bottom, you sign that you understand and permit the aforementioned acts.”\n\nGwen shook her head. She boggled over the details, blinking her eyes repeatedly. It was more a struggle without her glasses on, but she skimmed through the details. “B-Breeding, sexual relations… m-multiple screaming orgasms? Sexual exhaustion??? Possibility of foot cramps via toes curling?! A 500% child bearing guarantee?!”\n\nWhat kind of self-gratifying, masturbatory aid was this?!\n\nMilkie blinked and moved around to lean into Gwen and peer at the form. “Five-hundred percent? Mm, that’s not right…” He said, “It should say seven.” He smiled at her, “Hundred.” He relished in her almost pale expression. “There also includes, of course, the performance of secondary and tertiary sexual acts for the purpose of the, ah, climax, as it were. Including but not limited to oral sex, anal sex, surprise oral sex, surprise anal sex, heavy petting, hard fondling, tit-fucking, heavy worship, and advanced seduction.”\n\nGwen stared at him. “What is [b]advanced[/b] seduction?”\n\nMilkie continued, “Activities and interactions including potentially ‘rough’ and ‘demeaning’ treatment to any extent short of that which is deemed undesirable by the participator; including such things as gentle hair pulling, possible asphyxiation, and words that may be perceived as downright slanderous for the express purpose of exciting the participator.”\n\nHe didn’t allow her a moment to absorb what he had just said, flipping the page over. “This simply assures success,” He explained, “Under the understanding that once this begins… I will… not… stop… until the deed is done.”\n\nHe flipped to the next page. “This contract simply states that any potential property damage brought upon by sexual relations is of no fault of mine, up to and including cleaning required after dumping mind-bending numbers of gallons of mouse jizz all over pretty much everything ever.”\n\n“Aaaand this last one…” He rested his head on her shoulder somewhat, “Is just saying you won’t tell my wife.”\n\nGwen was practically sweating. What was he doing??\n\n“I’m afraid that if you do not sign even one of these,” Milkie said, “We cannot continue.”\n\nGwen swallowed. “T-There’s something here for a third party??” She said, peering over the details of something buried in the forms. “Does this mean Fraise can be involved?”\n\n“Of course,” Milkie said, “Ultimately, Gwen, I want you to be satisfied. In many cases this means that the presence of a trusted individual is necessary. Fraise, being the love of your life and everything, you adore in the world, is the perfect sort! She is permitted to observe and interject during the proceedings at any time if she believes that you’re being treated unfairly or otherwise in a manner you would not permit; if you were of the right mind at the time, of course.”\n\nGwen gave him a look. “What are you trying to do?” She asked.\n\nMilkie straightened up and placed his hand on her shoulder – gently so. “I’m trying to make it absolutely clear, Gwen, that this [i]will[/i] happen. I assure it. And I want you to be expressly clear that this is what you want.”\n\n“It’s peace of mind,” He added, “I want to do this for you. My sister and you want a child, and I want you and her to be happy.”\n\nHe held the pen out to her. “Fill them in.”\n\nGwen felt speechless. She felt flustered. She stared at the black and white pages like she was astral projecting into another dimension. Seduction. [i]Advanced[/i] seduction. Milkie had gone far, far beyond the “keep it professional” that she had laid down as the law. He’d ignored her requests, refused not to enjoy this, and she found herself anxious over that fact and she was unable to keep up. He was bossing her around, dressed up like a sexy business secretary. The entire act – and it was an act, a show, a display – was shameless, deviant, terrible… and touching buttons she didn’t know she had. In front of her girlfriend. The woman that was going to be her [i]wife[/i].\n\nShe was sweating.\n\nShe responded with anger. “Fine,” She said, oozing frustration, “Fine! If it will get this done, I’ll sign your dumb forms.”\n\nMilkie hardly batted an eye at her reaction and simply allowed her to take the board, the pen, and sign away. He waited patiently, took back the forms when she as done with them, and flashed her a friendly smile. “Well then, Miss… no, Dr. Mason. You won’t regret this.”\n\n“I already feel like I do,” She whined, “So what now?”\n\nMilkie turned and threw the clipboard like a Frisbee. It landed on Gwen’s sofa with a careless thud, the pen flying off in some random direction. One of the forms she had so meticulously signed even came loose and just fluttered away and onto the floor. Milkie made it quite clear that he cared little for them. He stepped up close to her – uncomfortably closer than normal conversation distance – so that she could feel the presence of his body in her space. She didn’t back down, but now she was feeling… exposed? She had agreed to his terms, after all, and in her professional mind she [i]couldn’t[/i] turn back on them. Milkie had set her mind against itself, and the confusion was starting to show on her face as her thoughts railed against her feelings, getting all mixed up in some gross mind-slurry that she couldn’t even tell if she was okay with or not. He broke her out of her mind, though, when he took hold of her hands. His were warm and soft, and the initial contact gave her a bit of a start. He was gentle, but she couldn’t help but see his movements now as being more calculating than just thoughtful.\n\n“Now?” He repeated, in a soft, gentle tone, “Now, we walk.” He stepped forward with her, his hold on her hands tightening to demand compliance in her to take his lead. She stepped backwards, and one step at a time the two of them moved toward Gwen’s bedroom. The door had been open, and Milkie had seen it as his destination quite some time ago. “We’re walking, and we’re walking…” He repeated with every couple of steps. She awkwardly stepped back until the back of her legs hit the side of her bed, where she nearly stumbled and fell. Milkie’s arm came around her to catch her, his hand clapping down loud against the cheek of her ass to do so. He smiled at her bewildered expression.\n\n“And here we are.”\n\nGwen glanced back at her bed, which had been custom-built to account for her wife’s enormous size. Whenever she had crawled into the eight-by-nine-foot memory foam, it had always felt like she was just cuddling into a cloud to go to sleep. It dominated their bedroom like an island all its own, decorated in myriad pillows and a massive comforter, coloured in a sunset splash of pink, deep violet, and orange. Even though the room was quite excessively large, it had left little space for décor. The fixtures were wall-mounted and hung, the wardrobe was a separate walk-in closet. The mirror almost served as the accent wall all on its own, creating a nearly perfect reflection space of her entire bedroom. The sole window was wide, with silken drapes drawn to keep out the afternoon sun. Despite its impressive size making it feel lavish and wealthy, the warmth of the room felt incredibly welcoming. Considering her current circumstance, though, Gwen was beginning to see her bed as a would-be playground for devious acts.\n\nThis wasn’t terribly unusual, as she kept a very healthy sex-life with her wife. This time, though, she was almost afraid of the sort of acts that bed would see. The sheer amount of space to cover all but assured her there would be plenty.\n\nMilkie didn’t waste time. He released her hands and slipped around behind her in a hurry. He grabbed her around her waist and threw himself back onto the bed, planting his ass and planting Gwen’s into his lap. The second her weight struck him and sunk him into the mattress, the mouse leaned back and let out a satisfied groan, pressing his cheek into her enormous, soft tail as it draped over his shoulder. “Ooooooh yeah~” He said, making Gwen feel strangely self-conscious as she found herself sitting on quite the lap. The feel of Milkie’s enormous bulge was undeniable – try as she might to make it comfortable and natural, she could feel his dick mashed up between her cheeks and grinding into her crack downright obnoxiously no matter what she did, and her legs were hefted slightly by the giant swells of his globular nuts, seemingly so that she would sink into his center all the more. She could feel them against the back of her knees, huge and round. She could hardly believe it… She was sitting on his dick! Her body tensed, her ass clenched, and Milkie seemed to relish in the feel of her fat ass tightening even more. The fabric of their clothes rubbed together, creating something of a creaking sound between them. Somehow, it just made everything seem… bigger.\n\n“Ahhhh…!” Milkie exclaimed blissfully. Gwen shot a look back at him just as he leaned against her back, his hands coming around her front and planting on her chest. He mashed her breasts into his palms and squeezed, feeling them billow out around his fingers and wrists. “Fuck, Gwen! Fuuuuck, you’ve grown up so good! You’re so… heavy. Ungh~ I am smothered. Mmmf~ And somehow? You in these casual clothes…? I am in love!”\n\nGwen squirmed. She pushed her thighs to try and roll her rear to a more comfortable position. Every movement made his dick rub against her through their clothes, crammed up into the mass of fat ass so deep that she could feel the warmth of the thing pressing against her tailbone. “Ugh, god…” She groused, digging her fingers into his thighs punishingly, scratching against his body. Even though her rear, massive and round as it was, had been smothering his entire lap to surpass even his hips, she did not feel like the dominating force. “Shut up! Grr, your… stupid dick… Your lap is the worst! How can anyone sit here?!”\n\n“It’s gonna get even worse for you if you keep moving around like that, Ants-In-Your-Pants,” Milkie said, resting his chin on her shoulder as he simply enjoyed her body. His hands began rubbing her all over, squeezing at her belly and love-handles. He wasn’t clumsy, per-say, pawing at her like some dumb monkey… rather, he was very… deliberate. His hands were slender, but they groped her with clear wanton desire. They squeezed her in places people would well avoid in polite company. He was blatant, but there was a finesse to it. “Just… relax,” He said, softly, into her ear. She could feel his smug grin hovering just inches away from her ticklish skin. “I know you’re all in your head, so maybe don’t think of it as having a baby with me, hm? Think of it as having a baby with [i]her[/i].”\n\nGwen looked forward again to see Fraise enter the room, having to duck her head under the doorframe to do so. Fraise stood tall before her, and she smiled at Gwen sympathetically. Gwen pleaded silently with her, for… something. Maybe to end all this, maybe to intervene as her brother fondled her wife’s body so indulgently. Fraise, however, did nothing. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped aside to stand nearby and observe. She even went so far as to fold her hands behind her back, which thrust out her chest and momentarily distracted Gwen. When she met her wife’s eyes again though, she took comfort in them. Gwen was never going to say it out loud, but Milkie was right. It was about her, not him. She was almost amazed he had the forethought to even consider it.\n\n“Don’t mind me…!” Fraise said with a bit of a playful lilt, “Just… going to watch! Over here. While you two do your… baby-making.”\n\nSeeing Gwen’s reluctance all over her face though, she sighed. “It’s going to be okay, Gwen. I-I’m here. Just… relax. It won’t be any different than… using a strap-on. Right?”\n\nGwen wanted to say something, to confide in her wife, but Milkie’s delicate fingertips had found the erected nubs that were her nipples pushing out against her shirt, and he mashed on them like he was trying to shove them back into her boobs. The only sound that came out of her was a gasp, and she furiously swatted his leg in displeasure. He didn’t even flinch, rather he just mashed her breasts around, jabbing his fingers in against them, two digits each just playing with her nipples by pinching them and wriggling around. “Wrong,” He said, “It’s not the same at all. Gwen knows that. You may not like boys, but you know damn well what a dick is. It’s [i]big[/i], and it’s [i]hot[/i]. Rubbery plastic’s got nothing on [b]big[/b], [b]throbbing meat[/b]. Trust me, I’ve taken plenty of both.”\n\nGwen fussed, squirming around again, all flustered as Milkie played with her breasts. It wasn’t long, however, before she found herself rolled off his lap and onto her bed. She was practically thrown onto her face, into a fortunately soft landing. Expecting things to begin, she pulled her legs onto the bed and rose to crawl further in. Instead, a sudden, harsh hand struck her mountainous ass, making it wobble like mad. Her PJ pants slid down, failing miserably at that angle to cover the blue and white cheeks, flashing ass-crack at Milkie briefly before she flipped herself around to defend her ass from further striking. Milkie stood at the side of the bed with his arms crossed, and her eyes first went to the heaving, massive bulge that projected from his hips before quickly finding his face instead. “Speaking of which,” the mouse said, beckoning her with a curl of his finger, “Come here. Now.”\n\nShe begrudgingly followed his orders, and his skirt was unzipped and dropped before she could even get comfortable. She paused. Milkie had… [i]somehow[/i]… found a pair of purple, lace panties that had been tailored to his considerable and unique dimensions. His entire bulge, massive as it was, was covered… almost tastefully, or as much as something like that could be. The embroidery was of roses and swirling designs, and the panties themselves were framed by the dark straps of his garters, which attached to their matching garter belt. Without looking too closely at him, Gwen legitimately forgot for just a moment that what she was looking at did not belong to a hermaphrodite, or some other intersex individual… but a man. A man who was born a man, identified as a man, and defied every expectation of it with a thumb of his nose.\n\nIt smelled like flowers. He had gone so far as to put scents on his own massive, hot bulge to make it just… that much more appealing. Even so, he couldn’t fully mask the scent of… [i]man[/i]. It was definitely big, but it looked soft… warm… inviting… Something about it had an allure, not unlike seeing and lusting after a woman’s breasts. She didn’t even catch herself staring, to her misfortune. It was Milkie who caught her instead.\n\n“Mm… You like?” He asked, a hand on his hip, the other on his dick, kneading the handful of meaty python through his underwear. “You’re going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth.”\n\n“Ah!” Gwen snapped out of it, blushing furiously. “I just can’t believe you’re wearing… p-panties.”\n\n“Of course I am!” Milkie said, “They look way better than the dull old underwear men are supposed to wear, doesn’t it? Of course, most of my boxer-briefs are pink or purple, or patterned… But this is a special occasion. I only bust these out when… special things are happening.”\n\nSpecial things… Yes, it was special. Gwen didn’t do that sort of thing for just anyone! Yeah! He should have counted himself lucky! She sat on her knees before him, uncertain. “… So, what do you want me to do?”\n\nMilkie shook his head. He reached out, planted a hand atop [i]her[/i] head, and pulled her in. He was rough and insistent, mashing her face immediately against his flowery-smelling dick and balls and pressing in so that she could hardly breathe, let alone escape. “What you so obviously want to do… and what I’ve wanted you to do since you were twelve.”\n\nFraise, watching silently from where she stood, raised a hand to her face in concern. Milkie glanced her way and offered a playful wink before returning his attention to Gwen. The good doctor was frozen, but her hands knew what to do. She smoothed her palms in over Milkie’s endowments and lifted them, weighing them against her strength and finding herself lacking. With her face caught between the swell of his prick and the immense, head-dwarfing size of his balls, she had to turn her head slightly to even breathe, and her warm breath washed over the mouse’s hidden shaft with each belabored exhale. Her gentle touches and hot breath made his dick swell. His panties were pulled tighter and tighter, bit by bit, over the growing log of flesh. The fabric was pushed further, and further, [i]and further[/i] out, made taut by just how much it had to hold in. It was fascinating, and so different from a women’s body. Of course, she was forgetting that. There was some underlaying scent, some sensation of it that when she was that close to feminine, it was mixing up her thoughts.\n\nShe realized then that, just moments ago, Milkie’s cock was shoved up against her butt, and it had felt pretty huge. Now, it was even bigger. The revelation froze her, and she gulped.\n\n“Now, you look like you’ve just come across a nice thought,” Milkie said with a smile, “I think it’s time to stop keeping you in the dark. Let’s get these clothes off, because this is gonna get sweaty.”\n\n“I, uh…!” Gwen looked to Fraise for direction. Fraise stood wide-eyed, leaned forward with great interest, staring at the spectacle. She looked blankly back at Gwen, and then gestured for her to simply proceed, as if bewildered that she would suddenly not know what to do. Looking then to Milkie like a deer caught in headlights, Gwen watched him very calmly dress down, stripping away his vest and shirt. Lastly, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and peeled them off. His big, fat dick swung out into the open like a third arm, just… swinging around, bobbing about as he moved. Gwen felt sweat collect on the back of her knees.\n\n“How is that thing supposed to fit inside me?! Are you crazy?! It’s like two feet long and thicker than my arm!” She protested, perhaps understandably so.\n\nMilkie grinned proudly, looking at himself and shrugging. “Well, hm…” He turned his attention to Fraise, whose eyes were affixed to his jostling erection. “Fraise!” He got her attention, the flustered mouse staring at him awkwardly. “You guys have lube, right?”\n\n“M… mhm!” Fraise nodded, “For the really huge toys!”\n\n“Fraise!!” Gwen scolded her.\n\nMilkie smirked. “Perfect, go grab it for me, would you?”\n\nFraise hurried off, and Milkie gave Gwen a sly look. “For the really huge toys? How huge are we talking?” He asked. Gwen flushed with embarrassment and lowered her head so as not to answer. Milkie pondered the implication and smiled big at the conclusion. “You telling me this is bigger than any of your toys? Really?” He jutted his hips forward to bounce his erection toward her face, making her recoil in disgust.\n\n“I just…!” Gwen stuttered, “It’s been a… long, long time since I got penetrated like that. It’s…”\n\n“Scary?” Milkie levelled with her, and she nodded shamefully.\n\n“I know it’s silly,” She said, “Anatomically speaking, I know that my body is capable of taking it! And I’ve done it before, it just… didn’t go great last time, and that was years and years ago.”\n\n“I’ve got it!” Fraise came back from the closet in a bound, trouncing too close to her brother, and clipping him across the head with her bouncing breasts. He very nearly fell over, but managed to keep his balance, though she’d dizzied him briefly. Fraise was only momentarily apologetic before she just thrust out a great, big bottle of clear, warming lubricant. The bottle had already been drained roughly a quarter of the way. When Milkie accepted the bottle, Fraise looked between Gwen and him inquisitively. “Um, do you really use lube for, y’know… that? Doesn’t that just kind of… lube itself?”\n\nBoth Milkie and Gwen looked at Fraise, pitying her naivete. Milkie simply shook his head and brushed off her question. “Well, considering that you said you two use big toys, and that Gwen doesn’t do vaginal, then my only conclusion is… that I know exactly how to warm you up.” He smiled at Gwen, and Gwen caught on. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms down around her legs to cover her butt. Milkie snickered, “Oh yeah. Oh, fuck yeah.”\n\n“Oh no,” Gwen said, “Oh god no.”\n\nMilkie uncapped the lube and held it down to squeeze a trail of the stuff over his shaft, drizzling it over as if he were dressing a hotdog. “You… signed… the… agreement~” Milkie mused, “I am going to loosen you up… one toe-curling buttgasm at a time.”\n\n“T-That sounds like it’d have the opposite effect!” Gwen argued.\n\nFraise stared on in wonder, her fists clenched, and her arms pulled to her chest, all bunched up like she was going to launch off at any moment. She stepped away to give Milkie his space, while the male mouse smeared that slick oil over his dick. The swollen, pink flesh glistened in the light as he coated his member from the tip of his glans all the way to the base nestled at his crotch. Some of it remained coated on his palm, and he carelessly wiped it off onto his own balls.\n\n“Y-You’re going to waste it!” Gwen said, “W-Wouldn’t fucking me in the butt… just make it harder to get me pregnant?!” That she asked such an absurd question only made her more nervous. That Milkie laughed at the question made her pale.\n\n“Oh Gwendolyn, dear sister…” Milkie said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing hold of Gwen’s PJ pants before she could scramble away. She gasped when he tore back, pulling her legs out straight and her pants clear off her in one fell swoop. She was exposed immediately from the waist down, and she quickly covered herself with her hands between her legs. Milkie tossed her pants aside, and very tenderly smoothed his hands out over her shins. He rubbed her up to her thighs, kneading her gently with those delicate, but insistent hands. “Are you saying you think you’re going to drain me?”\n\nGwen glared at him in defiance of his haughty attitude. It didn’t dissuade him though. He leaned forward, closer to her, and spoke softly. “Bold of you,” He said, “To assume that’s possible. Bold, but absolutely, miserably wrong.”\n\nHe made a gesture with his finger for her to turn around. Gwen gulped and looked to Fraise. Fraise pressed her hands together and nodded along, urging Gwen to do it. “If you want,” Milkie cut in, “I could skip it, and go right for that fat, inexperienced pussy of yours.”\n\nGwen’s mind was reeling, so she took a moment to gather her thoughts. Ultimately, the idea of getting penetrated like that still made her uncomfortable. Even if it seemed like a delay, she was all too happy to waste as much time as humanly possible. Something in her head still rejected that she’d even have his dick buried inside her pussy like that at all. Shamefully, she rose, turned, and bent over on her knees, pushing her rear back toward him. She spread her thighs to keep her balance and kept one hand covering her plump labia as she lowered her shoulders nearer the bed and lifted her hips and tail to present herself to him. It was Milkie’s turn to take pause then. The ass of Dr. Gwendolyn Mason was not something you didn’t stop to admire. It demanded as such, and always had.\n\nIn the past, it was bigger than a man’s head. Now that she was older, the furry blue cheeks with the white splash up the middle were so gravid, they were bigger than some [i]toddlers[/i]. That ass was clearly heavy, but maintained a wondrous, round shape. Gravity’s effects weren’t entirely avoided, and those cheeks would wobble at the slightest movement, packed fat rolling and jiggling like a bowl of heavy gelatin. Still, there was just so much there… the base of her tail seemed so… far away and buried behind the mountain’s cleft that was the rise of her backside. Milkie was certain he could lose an arm between those cheeks. He stopped to gauge whether his dick would get all the way in or not. The conclusion? It would not. Even if he were to meet hips to ass, there was no doubt in his mind that a significant depth of crack would prevent him from bottoming out.\n\n“Fuck… even Leila’s isn’t this big…” Milkie said.\n\n“S-Shut up…” Gwen groused, “Just… do what you need to do.”\n\nShe closed her eyes and faced straight ahead when she felt his hands on her. He pushed in firmly, obviously delighting in the yield her fat rear gave under his palms. She resigned herself to him messing around as he rolled her cheeks around like dough and clapped them together. All she could think to do was keep her dignity. Covering her most intimate of parts, she bit her lip and kept quiet. It was only a matter of enduring things before it would all be over. Besides, she thought, how different from a toy could it be? Warm, maybe, but beyond that she expected little.\n\nMilkie shoved her to perk her hips up, digging his fingers into one of her doughy ass cheeks to pull it aside and expose the tight, winking hole buried in that canyon of a booty. Try as she might to subdue her reactions, Gwen’s body gave little trembles that assured the mouse she was certainly feeling the pressure of it all. Milkie took in one last indulgence by dipping down low and swiping his long, dexterous tongue over her pucker, provoking a gasp from her followed by protests. He ignored them, rose up on his knees, and beat down between her cheeks with his dick, using one hand to wield it like a club. The initial swat made her hips twitch. Lubricant smeared against her as he rubbed his shaft up and down in her crack.\n\nIt was when he prodded her backdoor that her breath caught in her throat.\n\nIt didn’t feel the same as a toy [i]at all[/i]. She had been so, so wrong.\n\nShe clenched reflexively, and Milkie could feel that her entire body seemed to clam up tight. He sighed, “Come on now, Gwen. You’re a big girl. You can handle it.” He rubbed her flank gently, encouragingly, coercing her to relax… before giving her rear another smack with his shaft, making her squeak and tense up all over again. He couldn’t help but be amused, and rather than wait for her he instead took to the challenge and prodded once again… then pushed and shoved.\n\n“Hn!” Gwen gripped the sheets of her bed and squirmed, setting her hips to wriggling around to escape. Milkie tightened his grasp and for the first time pulled her forcefully to keep her still. The two of them wrestled this way for a short time, but it was ended when Milkie bucked his hips, and the fat, swollen head of his dick spread her open and sunk inside. “H-Haah!” Gwen cried, her back tightening up and her grip on the sheets threatening to tear through the comforter beneath her. Even lubed up, it was big! It was thicker than the biggest sex toy she had shared with her wife… she’d been playing in a smaller league all this time. The sting of the stretch was sudden and quick – a sensation she was familiar with and enjoyed. It was part of the allure; the initial taboo rejection of sodomy, followed by the warmth and wicked satisfaction that her massive backside was being used for the only thing it was good for. Well, that and serving as a comfortable seat.\n\nMilkie was only gentle for a moment. Enthusiastically, eagerly, he pumped and bucked his hips, feeding her more of his length in leaps and bounds. “Guh! A-Aah! Nnmf!” She cried out with every thrust, until she had a mind to stifle the sound. A breathless squeak from her throat came when his hips clapped against her backside, sending a quake of rolling through her cheeks. There, Milkie relished in the sensation of her tight ass. What wasn’t sunken inside, stuffing her, was enshrined, encapsulated by the heavy, fluffy ass cheeks that overtook even his wide hips. He arched his back and groaned in satisfaction, letting his tongue roll out with a heady moan.\n\n“Ohhh my god…” He proclaimed, pushing at either side of her rear to mash her cheeks into a sleeve around the unburied inches of his cock. He shuddered ecstatically, and Gwen could feel his shaft twitching excitedly deep inside her. It felt like it was beating against her stomach.\n\n“Her butt’s really great, right?” Fraise asked, drawing attention to herself. The Amazonian mouse stood rigid. Her pink t-shirt was stretched outrageously and tight around her breasts, the white letters L O V E pulled wide and apart. She was trying not to chew on her fingernails nervously, though her other hand was pulling and fussing on her little red skirt. Her socked toes wiggled against the carpet. She looked almost five years younger by demeanour alone.\n\nMilkie gave her a passing glance, and he grinned. “You get to play with this thing every single day? Man…” He looked back down at Gwen, “Where do I sign up?”\n\nGwen was too busy trying to maintain her breathing to even respond. Her eyes felt all misty, and her backside felt… way beyond stuffed. Past it simply being a large insertion though, Milkie was right; his cock wasn’t as stiff as a sex toy. The flesh of him, it was warm and, in a way, somewhat… spongy, and yet, still incredibly stiff. She couldn’t think of any other way to describe it other than being something very… lively. Something organic. It was a lot to process. Especially considering it was attached to [i]that[/i] pompous jerk.\n\n“How does she like it?” Milkie asked. The question hung for a moment before Fraise even clued in that it was she who was being spoken to. She tore herself away from her obvious distraction to answer, albeit flustered.\n\n“T-These days?” She answered, “… Hard. S-Strong.”\n\nMilkie rolled his eyes. “I guess living with you, that should have been obvious,” He said, “Alrighty then…! Gwen, pay close attention now. I want you to feel how heavy my nuts are while they’re beating the fuck out of your legs, because all that is getting dumped into you and making a baby. Or six, or… however many. Did you consider how litters work, or…?”\n\n“L-Litters?!” Gwen barked, “W-What do y—Oooogh!”\n\nMilkie had grabbed her tail near its base and used it as leverage to begin swinging his hips, pounding into her ass in a sudden rush of motion that had nearly knocked the air out of her. Gwen’s questions were lost to breathless whimpers as the mouse began thrusting away, giving full, long strokes and punctuating them with hard, attacking jabs. His cock churned her up, and just as he said, his enormous balls swung to clap against the back of her legs… Like, the entire back of her legs. The swinging was slow and heavy, unsurprisingly, but even so they thumped against her with the rolling weight to push her forward, to say nothing of his hips clapping against her ass time and again. Her body bounced and rocked on the bed, her legs dummied so that the rhythm was all natural and through no effort of her own.\n\nShe was playing almost no part in the exchange. Held in place and used, all she needed to do was provide the hole in which to get fucked. Milkie did everything – he pulled her tail to motion her backward, to crash her against his body, and she was bounced forward when he shoved back. It was a tug-of-war with himself, and she got to feel it all battering her insides like crazy. He picked up the pace, providing her the most exertion she had ever, in all her years of knowing him, saw him willingly put forward. That lazy, haughty mouse was panting and squeaking, working his body into a heat that seemed to flow right into his cock. Gwen had forgotten that the lube they used was warming, and that the friction was making it hot. All she knew is that it felt like a hot poker as big around as a one litre had gone far past hurting and had entered mind-numbing territory in just a few moments.\n\nShe came. Her juices squirt out around her fingers, and she was helpless to stop it from happening. It was one thing to be forced down and used, but even Fraise had been too gentle in the past to do it in quite the same way. Milkie was not allowing her to make it easier on herself. She writhed, she rolled her hips, she did anything to try and keep that fat, meaty slab from hitting her weak spots. Milkie, however, saw it for what it was, and with both hands on her hips, he angled her roughly in every way she was trying to avoid. The result was her almost screaming out as she came again, and again. Yielding to that commanding control, even if she didn’t want to, was messing her body up in ways she hadn’t felt before.\n\nIt started to feel heavy inside her. Liquid heat. She assumed Milkie had cum, and how could he not have? Her ass was gripping like a vice. But having lost track of time as she was drooling into her sheets, biting down on them to try and silence her cries, it only came to her then that if that were true, he would have been firing off for at least a few minutes straight, maybe longer. As her body was bounced and shaken, she felt it sloshing around inside her stomach, more than she’d ever thought she’d take. Her stomach gurgled, making embarrassing sounds as more and more dumped in. It just hosed into her, non-stop, and it didn’t make sense to her. His balls were gigantic but… that shouldn’t have been possible. It didn’t work that way. Could he have been cumming all this time? It seemed thick enough, heavy enough, and more than hot enough.\n\nWas it just pre?\n\nMilkie hadn’t slowed down, if anything he’d sped up. If he’d cum, he would have had to slow down. He was enduring his pumping loads miraculously if that were the case, so it [i]had[/i] to be just pre-cum. Excess nut that was just blasting out of that virile specimen of a girly-boy. It felt crazy, but it also felt good. It added something impossible onto the already indecent act of having her ass railed so passionately. It was layering it with something that she should not have wanted, and yet… why couldn’t toys give her that? Why couldn’t toys cum? The thought crossed her mind, a flash in the pan, that she [i]wanted[/i] toys to cum if it was going to feel like that.\n\nIf Fraise could have cum inside of her, none of this would have ever been happening.\n\nIt was all [i]his[/i] fault, and he wasn’t even giving it a second thought.\n\nMilkie pulled her hips up, raising them as high as she could manage, getting his feet under himself so he could squat over her and pound down into her ass, letting gravity hammer his shaft in that much harder. Gwen couldn’t hold back her cries any longer, and at that angle she couldn’t keep her arm under herself anymore either with her belly in the way. That was what Milkie had been waiting for. He slammed against her for a short while longer, the clapping of their bodies together becoming loud CLOPPING as their more hefty and weighty parts crashed together. He enjoyed that for a moment longer before he very suddenly withdrew. He pulled out, and Gwen’s body immediately relaxed. Just as she moved to take a deep breath, however… he plunged right into her pussy, all at once.\n\nIt was a quick, almost violent sound – a wet squish and a gurgle from her sloshing belly as her entire body shot up in shock. That tight tunnel was pried wide open but didn’t have any room to spare. She could feel it; her insides being forced to take on the shape of him… and even some of her outsides. A phallic bulge pushed out against her pubis and snaked up towards her stomach, where it disappeared under the doughy pudge she wore so beautifully. She couldn’t move. Her arms and legs had locked up and her breathing just stopped. Her eyes were stuck wide-open in a look of confused, angry, sex-dumbed alarm.\n\n“A-A… Ahh…” She wheezed, “Ooooofuh…!!” Finally, she breathed, sucking in a deep, hard breath.\n\nFraise shared her surprise. She covered her mouth and watched on as Gwen trembled in place.\n\n“Aahhn… Haah… Oofuck…” Gwen panted, whimpering. “It’s… it’s in me…”\n\nMilkie nodded. “It’s in you,” He said, “All the way.”\n\n“A… All the way…” Gwen repeated, “Ooooh god… I can… I can feel it in my womb…”\n\nMilkie’s cock gave a sudden twitch inside her and spilled a hot glob of pre-spunk inside. Gwen jolted up and gasped again, loud, in shock. She couldn’t believe it was happening. It had been so long. She hadn’t ever wanted to have another man inside her again, but it was really happening. It felt… invasive. It was so clearly [i]inside[/i] her, it felt like it was weighing her down. Milkie felt connected to her as he rested in behind her, smug as ever as he leaned over her. Gwen was practically shaking as she turned her head to look at him, watching just as he took the sticks out of his hair and let those chocolate tresses fall free. His hair cascaded down over her shoulders, silky and smooth. He got in real close to her and his breath tickled her ear. He asked her, “Are you all right?”\n\nHer thighs flexed, her pussy clamped and squeezed, and her cum squirt out around Milkie’s cock. Without saying a word, she had said plenty.\n\n“I-It… it’s so big…” She panted, “N… No, I don’t…”\n\n“Shh, shh…” Milkie soothed her, gripping her hips as he gently bit down and nibbled on her ear. She felt that run down her back like fire, making her fur stand on end. “Whatever that last guy did that messed you up,” Milkie murmured, “I won’t do that to you. You’re my sister. I love you.”\n\nGwen turned her head away from him and hid her face against the bedsheets. He couldn’t just say something like [i]that[/i] with the state she was in! It drove her crazy, after everything he’d done, after everything that had amounted to that moment. He hadn’t even asked to penetrate her like that, and he had the nerve to say he loved her??\n\n“Y… You… asshole…” Gwen said through grit teeth.\n\n“Yeah, maybe a little bit…” Milkie conceded, “But if it makes you feel any better, it feels [i]really[/i] good, and this is what we came here for. No sense putting it off more than we have to. That just wouldn’t be professional.”\n\nGwen seethed. Now he was applying scruples. He was the one that had been messing around all that time, even! She didn’t know where to begin with Milkie, and she didn’t have the wherewithal to create the itemized list she would have needed in order to voice her contentions.\n\nHe began moving his hips, thrusting the entire length of his shaft in and out of her in long, deliberate movements. Unlike her ass, he had all the freedom in the word to go balls-deep, and he used every bit of it to do just that. Every thrust made her body bulge around him, sleeving her pussy for the express purpose of breeding. It felt like he was hollowing her out, carving her, changing her shape to get her ready for that climax. The worst part was that it felt good. Her pussy was [i]on fire[/i]. It was one thing to tenderly work herself over with her fingers, or even tease herself with a vibrating wand, but to have a huge, fat dick churning up her insides like Milkie was trying to batter down the portcullis of a fortress? She had only known clumsy, careless efforts in the past. Milkie was just [i]better[/i]. It wasn’t his first rodeo, and it showed. His long, hard strokes held years of experience, and it was setting off fireworks in her head and making her body quiver and forcing a chain of explosive orgasms that made her legs feel like rubber.\n\n“Nnuh! Aahhn!” Gwen moaned, unable to keep it from just pouring out of her, and unable to even cover her mouth. She had to hold on to the bedsheets, her body reflexively tightening and causing all her digits – fingers and toes – to curl up tight. Her lush, voluptuous body bounced and jiggled rapidly as his nuts smacked her legs with their heavy swings. His pre-cum was just pouring like wild, she could hardly believe how warm and full she felt. It was gushing out around his own cock, making their coupling sound downright disgusting with how [i]wet[/i] and [i]animal[/i] it was. She was bellowing like a bitch in heat, and he was huffing and grunting as he hammered away, his strong hands gripping her hips tightly like he wanted to keep her from running away.\n\nMilkie shuddered over her. “Fuck, this cunt is so tight!” He moaned, “You’re gonna make me cum, Gwen!”\n\n“N-Nnnoooooohhh…!” Gwen cried, closing her eyes tight before they could roll back, trying to keep her focus. She writhed and wriggled, but she couldn’t escape. Her body bounced, and bounced, back and forth, her heavy ass rolling to-and-fro, her breasts dragging along her bed as her sore shoulders were shoved into the mattress. His cock was mashing against her deepest parts, and every time he thumped up against her deepest wall, it sent a jolt through her legs and made her pussy shake. She couldn’t think, she was going numb, all she could feel was a tremendous warmth and dizzying pleasure. She couldn’t stop it. She was going to be bred like a bitch, and she was helpless against it.\n\nThe mouse hiked up her backside and drove downward against her, punching her deepest parts with wild abandon. “Here… it… comes!” He cried.\n\n“A-Aah! N-Nnnnn…!!” Gwen tried her hardest to say no, but her body was pummeled into the bed and her g-spot was being utterly assaulted. She could barely focus her eyes, let alone keep herself from licking her bedsheets. Suddenly, however, Milkie gave one last drive and then stopped. He held himself deep, and his cock gave the fattest throb she had ever felt, and suddenly… there was heat. Thick, creamy heat rushed into her body like a river, and it hit deep. She shot up, arms stiff, back arched, and she screamed. “AAAWWHF…!!”\n\nShe could hear it chugging into her body, one gigantic blast at a time, rushing in by the litre over the span of mere seconds. Thick gushes gurgled and swelled out her middle as she found herself being filled up like a balloon. She couldn’t hold it all, it rushed out of her, pouring out of her pussy in streams back around Milkie’s own hips, splattering out all over them in viscous eruptions of hot, white jizz. Even as it splashed noisily into the growing puddle on the bed, it sloshed into her womb like a force of nature. A wrathful flood that barreled through anything in its way and spread its hot, virile power into any and every space it could find. It greedily filled her up, carelessly billowing out the shape of her gut until she already appeared pregnant.\n\nAll while it just rushed out of her like a faucet. She could feel the pressure rushing past her stretched pussy, putting even more undue stress on her already ravished entrance. Every rush of it, punctuated by pulsating throbs of his dick, shot pleasure up her spine and through her groin, rocking her so hard she thought she might simply collapse. She had certainly forgotten to breathe for several seconds, gasping sharply for breath before bellowing out her pleasure for all the downstairs neighbours to hear. “OH MY GAAAAAWD!!” She screamed, “Ohhhh!!”\n\nMilkie held her down and unloaded. It felt like an eternity, and it sounded like he was dropping massive shots of his cum into a barrel he’d already filled with it. Gwen’s body made heavy ‘glunk!’ sounds amid the liquid churning and sloshing inside her, each resulting in a messy eruption around Milkie’s own hips that slopped onto the bed in heavy splatters. Gwen’s body had taken, expelled, and taken anew Milkie’s life-giving seed, each little drop just as capable of knocking her up as the last, and yet gallons of the stuff had been wasted in sheer excess. Gwen didn’t know a man could be so virile, so productive! The Souris certainly were magical. Everything she thought she knew was upset by each one of them, in their own way.\n\nGwen’s cum had mixed with his, and her ecstasy was washed away in the near-biblical flood. Once it finally seemed to settle, Gwen was left in a foggy aftermath of glowing pleasure and tremendous satisfaction. She didn’t realize how ragged she was, and yet all she could focus on was the fullness. Her pussy felt utterly spent. She hadn’t cum so hard in a good, long while… Everything felt new again. She had not remembered bedding a man to be anything quite like that. It was… not as disappointing as she remembered.\n\nShe fell forward, panting for breath, feeling now that her body was sticky with cum. There was so, so much of it… and she felt her stomach to confirm that she was indeed laying on a massive filling. “I’m… pregnant for sure…” She panted, “Sssssooo much cum… oh god…”\n\nMilkie, for his part, stayed joined with her. His cock remained buried deep, and he held it there, the heat of it still undeniably apparent inside her body. He allowed her a moment’s respite, but when she seemed to praise – or at least acknowledge – his outlandish amount, he acted anew. He rolled her over, and she weakly complied with him. She was moved onto her side, and the mouse spooned in behind her, and kept her legs spread apart by shoving his thigh under hers. Gwen had barely gotten her wits about her when she felt his cock pump inside her once more, making her sharply gasp and tense up rigid.\n\n“Let’s just make sure,” Milkie said, breathing heavily against her ear as he began bucking against her once more in earnest, “Let’s be thorough!”\n\nGwen’s body bounced as his hips smacked into her again, and she gasped and whimpered, her body feeling tender and exhausted. Her hips couldn’t stop twitching at his slightest movement, so that despite his gentler pace, it felt almost torturous. Her gravid, full belly slorshed around, and his movements ensured she couldn’t just keep everything inside. His cum pumped out around him, spilling from her in waves as he worked her over again. “N-Nnnoo…!” She moaned, “I… I can’t…!”\n\nIgnoring her pleas, Milkie began to hammer harder, making her squeal and sputter her weakened protests. She gripped the sheets tightly and braced her body in surrender of him as he pounded her sloppy, used pussy all over again. He panted and moaned into her ear, his breath making her sweaty fur feel humid, his almost melodic moaning making her feel flush and excited. She felt numb from the hips down, and her tired muscles tingled with dull ache and intense pleasure she could feel creeping up her back. It felt like it was snaking its way right up to her brain. This time she couldn’t hide her dopey expression as she was railed, her eyes practically crossed.\n\nFraise had moved around the bed to the other side, staring in awe at Gwen’s rounded, bouncing belly as she was fucked for the second time over.\n\nOf course, Milkie was no sex god. The post-orgasm tenderness made every thrust feel amazing. His expression was so tightened up, his teeth were grit so hard, it was clear he was doing everything he could to hold himself together. He wrenched desperately, agonizing himself to work his shaft deep into Gwen’s body again. He reached a second orgasm even quicker, and he grunted as he humped deep into her and held tight to deposit the second enormous load. Gwen’s eyes lit up, teary and glassy, and her tongue rolled out as she cried out once again. Once more, the heavy, gulping chugs of Milkie’s heavy cumshots sloshed into her belly, rounding it out even further, tighter, fuller, spilling cum from her pussy in waves back onto the bed and glazing Milkie’s own nuts.\n\n“I’m gonna explooooode!!” Gwen shouted, “T-Too much cum! It’s… too much!”\n\n“Wow…” Fraise droned; jaw slackened as she watched her wife’s womb get flooded once again. She watched as even more cum geysered from her pussy like an erupting volcano, just washing over their bed in a sloppy, spreading flood. Gwen’s back tightened and her thighs quivered. She had cum again as well, and powerfully. It had silenced her, caught her breath, and tensed all her muscles and simply would not relent. When it all came crashing down, Gwen’s body fell limp. She gave out completely.\n\nMilkie seemed to have the wind taken out of him as well. He was weakened, forced to take a moment to keep his head from spinning. Slowly, he parted from Gwen. It was awkward and stiff, but soon his cock slid out completely, a rush of cum right behind it, spilling liberally between Gwen’s legs. He propped himself up, sitting to look at his sister-in-law as she lay still, her snow-white hair matted with sweat. Curiously he peered over her shoulder, and found her eyes closed. She’d been worked over so hard, she’d passed out.\n\n“G-Gwen?” Fraise crawled onto the bed, her considerable size sinking into the mattress somewhat. She tenderly placed her hand on her wife’s head and stroked her hair. “Darling?”\n\n“Out cold,” Milkie said, “That’ll happen when you don’t get any for years.” He winked as Fraise looked to him, and he smiled. “If she isn’t pregnant from that, I’d be surprised. I guarantee that you have a kid in there. [i]At least[/i] one. At the very, very least.”\n\n“Jeez, yeah…” Fraise said, pressing a hand gently against her wife’s swollen middle.\n\n“Whaddya think?” Milkie asked.\n\nFraise paused, sitting up, looking over her wife at her brother, who sat there so casually with his cock sticky with his own cum and Gwen’s mixed on. His dick was still hard, just idly twitching, occasionally spilling a fresh dollop of spunk down onto the bed. Her eyes locked on to that tool she had just watched knock her wife up. She knew it would do a good job, that’s why she picked Milkie to do the deed, but she hadn’t expected that it would be like that. In fact, she hadn’t expected to watch at all.\n\nShe bit her lip and dragged it beneath her bucked teeth to plump back out, shining. Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ll tell you what I think…”\n\n…\n\nGwen had no idea how long she was out, but she awoke to a sound she really, really loved.\n\n“Mrrph!”\n\nDazed, she opened her eyes. Her body felt absolutely obliterated. She hadn’t felt such slack in her limbs since she was running PE in school. She rolled over onto her back and could feel the sticky sludge all around her. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingers, flexing them to play with the excessive stands of cum that got stuck between them. Perking up, she looked at her swollen gut. She really had been flooded with cum! She could still feel it inside her.\n\n“Mrn! Hnnff…”\n\nThat sound was Fraise, moaning, but it was muffled.\n\nShe looked over to see Fraise seated upon the bed on her knees. She’d stripped off her clothes, and was in her full, giant, naked glory. Her massive boobs surged out in front of her, and between them was Milkie. He stood on her lap, and his legs had to be crammed between her heaving bosom for the express purpose of getting close enough to her front so that he could ram his member down her throat. He held her head by the braids in her hair, pulling on them like the rope they resembled to yank her into throating his cock, which bulged her neck around the shape of the swollen shaft. Fraise gulped and swallowed around it dutifully, her eyes closed as she was used that way. Though, perhaps “used” wasn’t the most appropriate term… Her hands were squeezing Milkie’s ass, and it was obvious that she was manipulating him just as eagerly as he was to her, by pulling his hips to pump his cock into her own mouth shamelessly. Her arms, her chin, all smothered by Milkie’s enormous, laden nuts. Gwen couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped aloud.\n\nThis got Fraise’s attention. She opened her eyes and glanced over at Gwen, soon putting herself to work getting Milkie’s cock out of her face. She did this easily – when she grabbed his hips and pulled him out, he had tried to keep himself buried inside but couldn’t manage it. She was just too strong, and with one long, lewd slurp, his cock flopped out of her mouth, spit-shined and cleaned. “Oh, Gwen! You’re awake!” She said, wiping drool of her chin. “Are you alright? You were out for a while.”\n\n“F-Fraise?” Gwen sputtered, “What are you…?!”\n\nFraise glanced at Milkie’s cock, then back at Gwen. “I’m suckin’ his dick, obviously!”\n\nGwen was flabbergasted. “I can see that!” She said, “Why?!”\n\nFraise seemed confused. “You looked like you had so much fun getting fucked by my brother…” She said, only for Milkie’s cock to rudely jab her cheek. Fraise paused and looked up at Milkie, who was eagerly pumping his hips in a desperate attempt to continue what they were doing. He was panting, flustered, and obviously horny. Fraise sighed and pushed him back, dislodging him from her cleavage before she scooped her enormous breasts up using her whole two arms. She mashed them together and held them up, presenting them to Milkie. Milkie dropped down, pressed his palms into the enormous, snow-white globes, and then quickly thrust his cock in between them. His hips clapped against Fraise’s giant boobs as he humped away, and Fraise shuddered as she made sure his cock was squished as hard as possible between them. Her super strength made her titty-fuck tighter than any titty-fuck had any right to be, and Milkie moaned his approval of it.\n\nFraise shivered, her face flush and her big, fat pink nipples jutting out in excitement. They drooled milk in streams down the curves of her bust, dripping onto the bed. “A-Anyway, it looked fun!” Fraise said, “So it’s my turn to play with it now!”\n\nGwen’s attention was stolen by Fraise’s gigantic breasts and how they looked even bigger swelling out around her own arms and smothering Milkie’s hips like that. Seeing the milk flowing freely from them, she licked her lips. Eventually, however, after several moments of watching those huge hooters bounce and shake, she tore her attention away and looked at her wife’s face again. “But that wasn’t… He was only supposed to do me and that’s it!”\n\nMilkie chuckled amid his panting breaths. “Someone sounds jealous,” he said.\n\nGwen glared at him. “But she doesn’t like men!”\n\nFraise furrowed her brow. “I never said that,” She said, “And neither did you. Was he really that good?”\n\nGwen blushed scarlet. “T-That’s not what I mean!” She protested, “And… what do you mean?!”\n\n“I never said I didn’t like men,” Fraise elaborated, “In fact, when you first hooked me up with that guy in school? I loved dick! Being fucked felt sooooo good! Dick’s [i]awesome[/i]!”\n\nGwen seemed to be overwhelmed, so Fraise smiled at her while still getting her cleavage pounded head-on by Milkie. “… I just, well… if you didn’t like boys, I wasn’t going to bring them home or anything,” Fraise explained, “You seemed bothered, so I just stuck with girls!”\n\nMilkie grunted, squeaking out in pleasure. His cock pushed up from Fraise’s cleavage, and Fraise glanced at the swollen head of it as it rose from her titty-chasm like Godzilla from the sea. She quickly lifted her arms, pressing her elbows tightly against her breasts to keep them together, and dipped her head down to attack that pre-squirting tip with her tongue. “Ahhhnmm,” She moaned, beginning to offer drooling slurps as her nimble tongue danced around Milkie’s glans every time he thrust forward and shoved it toward her face.\n\n“W… W… Was this your plan?!” Gwen stuttered.\n\n“Noh. Ahh, slllrp!” Fraise answered, her mouth wide open and her tongue still working, “Ih justh hawwen.”\n\nShe pulled back to regain full use of her mouth. “It just happened,” She repeated, “I’d never seen you cum so hard before. I wanna cum super hard, too!”\n\n“Hngh, god, these giant tits…!” Milkie moaned, “Fuck, Fraise…!”\n\nHe hadn’t given her enough warning, and no sooner had the words left his mouth, he’d tensed up and started cumming. He blasted from his cock right up into Fraise’s face, hosing her features down in a ridiculous amount of spunk in even the mere second it took her to latch down on his tip to get a mouthful. It gushed and sloshed into her cheeks, puffing them out like balloons, and Gwen watched her throat undulate as she busied herself guzzling it down. It was a loud series of heavy gulps, and Milkie rose when Fraise gripped his shaft and used her hands to help wring it out. She pumped him like soft serve into her mouth, cum gushing from her lips and pouring down her chin even as she inhaled it like she had so much food to fuel her giant body. Gwen stared in mouth-wide awe, watching Milkie’s cock flex eagerly, hearing his cum splash around in Fraise’s cleavage like he was pressure-washing her tongue, watching as his nuts tightened against his body and force-fed Fraise buckets of jizz.\n\nFraise had always been good at a few things – only two of them happened to be eating and holding her breath. She had an inhuman endurance and stamina for either thing. She had spent ages underwater just to prove she could do it once. She could have held her breath even while jizz was starting to come out her nose for a good, long while… but she elected to withdraw instead. When she did, Milkie’s hot nut shot out into the air in a thick, heady stream of cock-cream that rained down over Fraise’s “side” of the massive bed, at least until she shoved Milkie’s entire length of cock back between her breasts and simply let him cum in there.\n\nHer cleavage was flooded quickly. It wasn’t long before a rising tide of cum appeared from her topside and began pouring out in every direction over her tits. Likewise, her underboob began leaking like a faulty ceiling, dumping thick, hot globs of jizz down over her lap and thighs. She all-too-casually rolled and mashed her breasts around Milkie’s cock to milk it all out, her face flush and her chest heaving as she panted with excited, gasping breaths. She joyously experienced every twitch, every throb of Milkie’s cock, and every cumshot it offered. One after another, after another, after another, after another…\n\nIt was minutes, without a doubt. Cum was strewn everywhere, forming a thick layer of it over Fraise’s now dripping, mammoth bust. She sat with a pool of it over and between her thighs and spread around her on the bed. “Wow…” She said, dragging her fingers along the topside of her breasts, gathering up thick cum and squishing it between her digits. “You cum like a fire hydrant, Milkie!”\n\n“H-Heh, I try…” He said, “You really can wring ‘em, Fraise. You squeezed it outta me like you were juicing an orange!”\n\nFraise beamed proudly. “Heh heh…” She boasted, “My titties can squeeze the cum out of everything, no matter what!”\n\n“Anyway!” The mouse continued, “Come over here, Gwen, and help me out!”\n\nGwen was about to ask how she might do that when Fraise grabbed her and pulled her in close. They kissed, with Fraise leading the embrace to a deeper, more sensual place. The side of her cum-soaked boob mashed against Gwen’s body as her tongue probed her lips, and they shared a deep, intimate, albeit brief lip-lock. When Fraise pulled back, she laid back on the bed and guided Gwen to take a seat right on top of her chest. The hefty blue skunk found herself sitting on Fraise’s chest nearer her collar, the mouse’s giant, sticky breasts jutting up before her and squeezed somewhat by Gwen’s thighs. Milkie just watched the bedroom gymnastics they were performing just to get Gwen clumsily into position. Once she was settled, Fraise gave her wife’s butt a swat. “Now, hold my legs up!” She said, lifting her long legs up into the air, “And hold me open!”\n\nGwen blushed heavily but did as she was asked. She pulled back on Fraise’s legs to bring them closer to her chest, keeping them spread in a wide V so that she was totally exposed to Milkie. Fraise’s pussy wasn’t quite as chubby as Gwen’s. It was pronounced slightly, of course, but it looked smaller, tighter… and if her inner muscles were as strong as the rest of her, no doubt she was tighter than nearly any being imaginable. Milkie stared between Fraise’s legs, his cock twitching and bobbing as it throbbed in anticipation of filling up his giant of a sister. Fraise got comfortable, hardly batting an eye. She was fearless. “Now,” She said, “I’m going to stay back here and play with my beautiful mother-wife’s big, fat butt! All I expect you to do is give me what you gave her.”\n\nMilkie and Gwen shared a look between them, before Milkie just laughed. He gave a faux salute. “As you command, big n’ beautiful.”\n\nFraise giggled, delighted that she had wrested charge from Milkie over the whole ordeal. Of course, she was well within her rights. She had organized the whole thing! Milkie wouldn’t even have been there if it weren’t for her! The way she saw it, she’d done him a favour. He was the first male in many years to tap her wife – she’d earned a little something for her generous charity. “Then get going!” She said, “And you better fuck me harder than you’ve fucked anyone ever before!”\n\nShe then buried her face in her wife’s ass and seeing as how Gwen gasped sharply in an instant, it was obvious she’d wasted no time. Fraise lovingly and adoringly slurped along her wife’s pucker and nuzzled in deep between her enormous ass cheeks, her tail whipping around as she pulled her legs apart a bit further and wiggled in place. She was ready to start.\n\nMilkie smiled, albeit a bit lopsidedly, unable to believe the opportunity that had been put before him. Not only was he going to fuck his little sister – the skinny little mouse he’d known with the giant hooters, whom he’d always wanted to get a paizuri service from… but it was in such an erotic situation! To see Gwen spreading Fraise’s legs apart, and Fraise’s giant boobs all mashed between them, it was something he hadn’t thought up in his wildest dreams. A shudder ran through Milkie’s body as he suddenly felt anxious. He could feel it in his thighs, mostly, and at the root of his tailbone. Excitedly, he dropped into position and took his cock in both hands. He mashed it against Fraise’s presented pussy, so firmly that it squished tight, bending just a touch. Fraise’s hips bucked upward at the contact, the simplest touch. That motion rocked Gwen backward and forward again, reminding her and Milkie both that they were playthings to Fraise, if she flexed a little muscle.\n\nShe’d told him to go hard, and so once he was lined up, he let gravity guide him inside. He thrust forward, and in one stroke he’d smacked balls against her butt and turned her narrow waist and well-defined abs into a tube-like protrusion created by his cock. Fraise muffled a scream beneath her wife, and her entire body clamped up. Milkie tensed up too, the sudden, impossible clenching on his dick seeming to shock him back just as hard. He cried out as well and grabbed Fraise’s legs alongside Gwen’s just to keep himself from collapsing on top of the two of them.\n\n“Hnnah~” Milkie shivered. It wasn’t just that Fraise could squeeze tight, but it was like that tight pussy was trying to twist his cock to wring him out like a towel. Her muscles inside were doing some [i]phenomenal[/i] things. She milked his cock just by flexing. Her thighs, her abs, everything. Milkie could watch her abdomen clench around him, and that seemed to strangle his cock in a slick, hot, submission hold for a few seconds before releasing. It made Milkie’s entire body shake. He didn’t even have to thrust in order to feel such ecstasy… and yet, Fraise demanded it. Her pussy was sucking him in, seemingly encouraging him to pump. Whatever confidence he’d had over Gwen was lost against Fraise. His expression melted into one of orgasmic bliss, and he almost weakly began to pump his hips, rolling them to thrust.\n\n“Mmph!” Fraise moaned from beneath her wife, her hips pumping up demandingly. Gwen shuddered atop her, and she looked back slightly and lifted her tail out of the way. “F-Fraise, I think you’re going to rip it off!” She said, “R-Relax!”\n\nFraise responded by swatting her wife’s ass. It looked like an easy motion, but the resounding crack of her hand against that fatty tissue sounded like she’d set off a firework. Gwen squealed and tensed up rigidly, tightening up and bearing the brunt of a sudden orgasmic rush before coming back down. Milkie watched this, then closed his eyes tight and took a harder grip onto Fraise’s calves to start giving it his all. He went from slow, gentle thrusts into something like a piston press, like he was trying to grind her pelvis into dust. Fraise cried out underneath Gwen’s ass, and her own body convulsed as waves of her first orgasm crashed down upon her. Her juices gushed out over Milkie’s crotch and hips rather liberally.\n\nFraise hefted Gwen easily and dropped her down again so that her nose was buried against the skunk’s pudgy pussy lips. She dove right into it eagerly, spearing her tongue between Gwen’s folds and beginning to explore inside, though she knew all the best places in there. Gwen gasped and started to pant, her hips beginning a circular churning motion all on their own, her tail flitting about as she was teased. Gwen, for her part, kept Fraise’s legs up, though she was convinced it was more for show than it was for anything else and that Fraise was holding them there easily on her own.\n\nMilkie’s hot, swollen cock plunged into his sister’s depths time and again, weighty clopping sounding out throughout the room, with undertones of wet jizz slushing between the two of them. Fraise’s slender tummy was far more vulnerable to Milkie’s excessive production of thick pre, like an orgasm all its own. Almost the second it began pumping into her like a hose, her toned abs steadily vanished beneath the fat, squishy softness of a liquid-stuffed belly.\n\nFraise underwent several climaxes, each one seeming more intense than the last, ones that made her writhe around, swinging both Gwen and Milkie around. They couldn’t move in any way she deemed unfit, meanwhile they bounced, bucked, and swayed with her slightest inclination. Each time she would cum, she would clamp down on Milkie so hard, it ironically made him feel as if his flow was stemmed. His massive nuts felt all sorts of backed up by her sixth orgasm, so much so that he was struggling to ignore the pleasure of feeling his dick getting practically strangled by her insides just so he could get off faster. He wanted to rush it, and so he began wantonly slamming his hips with wild abandon. Fraise seemed to love it, her toes curling up so tight, one would swear she could have pressed diamonds between them.\n\n“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Milkie cried, and then he bellowed out a heavy, loud moan as he finally hit the orgasm he so desperately sought. For the effort, it seemed to erupt inside Fraise all the harder. A heavy, gushing BLORT blew her belly up like a balloon as his thick cream rushed into her womb. Fraise’s eyes shot open and she swung her legs around Milkie, the sudden movement throwing Gwen forward toward him, crashing them together as Fraise pulled him tight against her with her long, strong legs so there was no chance of getting away. Milkie and Gwen collided, as both of their bodies trembled in orgasm. Their lips met, and they sloppily kissed, panting like desperate animals through their noses just to keep their breath while they drooled over one another’s faces.\n\n“AWH, YEAH!” Fraise cried out, energetic and proud, “Hnnnngh!” Her belly swelled out and out with cum, the thick sludge chugging into her body, causing her tummy to swell and inflate and crowd against her giant breasts. She was becoming a mass of mouse beneath and between her wife and brother – tits, cum-swollen gut, and long, strong limbs. She’d taken so much more than Gwen had, gallons of the stuff it seemed, before her body couldn’t hold anymore and it began back-splashing around Milkie’s hips and thighs. It wasn’t long before Milkie and Gwen were slumped against one another, just riding out their respective orgasms, intensely cum-drunk.\n\nFraise moaned out her utter satisfaction as her thighs clenched, her heels pushing on Milkie’s backside to squeeze him deep and doing so hard enough that she’d popped his lower back several times. When the crashing waves of bliss finally seemed to let up, she dropped her legs back onto the bed and lay sprawled out beneath them, panting. “Nnnnh… Now I’m pregnant too…!” She said, “Mmmf…”\n\nGwen pawed at Milkie’s shoulders, just so she could sit up and pry their faces apart. Strands of drool connected them. “T… That… wasn’t… supposed to… happen…” She panted hard.\n\n“Yeah…” Milkie huffed. He began to withdraw with urgency, but Fraise snapped to attention quickly, and Milkie found himself pulled hard back inside. He stumbled forward and bonked into Gwen again, the two of them grousing as they held to one another, just trying not to let their bodies move too loosely and knock around together.\n\n“Noooo, no way…!” Fraise said, “I want more! We’re already this far, let’s make sure!”\n\n“I think… I’m getting tired…” Milkie said, “I don’t think I can feel my dick…”\n\n“Well!” Fraise said, “It can feel meeee~ Mmn, keep going!”\n\n…\n\nAfter hours of varied positions between the three of them, Milkie found himself pulled up against Fraise’s body as she sat up on the edge of the bed. She had her arms wrapped around him, one keeping him locked close to her, smothering his torso between her tits. The other was moving his hips for him with a full-palm grip on his ass. She’d kept him from just collapsing on the floor and had been using him like a toy for several minutes. Her nectar dribbled off the side of the bed and onto the floor in an amount not insignificant, proving Milkie’s massive balls weren’t the only thing capable of making a mess. Fraise was drooling, gushing cum, and squirting milk from her nipples – her nipples looking extra swollen atop puffed up areola, with little teeth marks on them. Gwen drank her fill until it had been pouring down her neck and chest. Now, as Milkie was forced to yet another orgasm, she was getting hosed in his sticky, flooding load as it gushed from between them, as she sat on the floor behind Milkie and tended to his balls with her mouth and hands.\n\nThe room had cum everywhere and was rank with the stuff. It was all over the bed, yes, and by then it was on the walls, hanging off the lamps, all along the ceiling, and had drained into numerous puddles around the bed as it spilled off. Milkie had been made to cum a staggering twelve times, and it showed not only in the state of the room, as his hot seed was flowing out the door and into the rest of the house, but on Fraise and Gwen as well. Their bodies were massively glutted with the stuff. It pumped out of their pussies like crazy, and even so, there was more in them than what got out. Milkie was slackened, still conscious, but beyond well-worked. Fraise hadn’t been terribly gentle. His body was starting to ache and feel spongy.\n\nWhen their climaxes passed, Fraise basked in the afterglow of it. Milkie raggedly did his best to catch his breath, and Gwen nuzzled and nosed into Milkie’s heavy, low-hanging, overstuffed nutsack shamefully. At that point she’d given up even trying to pretend she didn’t love it. She was just embarrassed that she’d taken such a turn that felt beyond her control. What had happened to her?? Somehow, it was all Fraise’s fault… but she couldn’t imagine for the life of her why she might be mad. There was new life in her, and in Fraise. She felt heavy with it already.\n\nThey were all pulled apart when Fraise picked Milkie up and dropped him onto the bed. He landed with a splat, cum rolling out from under him. His make-up was messed up, his hair was slick with seed, and his fur was matted. He looked like a drowned rat. Fraise left him there, and for the first time in a while he felt cool air hit his skin. It made him shiver like he was caught out in the tundra.\n\n“O-Oogh…” He groaned, “T… This is… hhff… whew!”\n\nHis ears swivelled up when he heard hard-pressed lips sucking air past themselves. Those lips were attached to his nuts, one each. He lifted his head, blinking his eyes to focus on the wife pair as they suckled and lapped over his life-giving, virile pair. He breathlessly moaned, and his cock – which had actually been flagging – began to pulse and pump and rise again.\n\n“Now that you’ve knocked us both up,” Fraise said, “You need to take responsibility.”\n\n“Uuugh…” Milkie said, “I was g-gonna… ahn!”\n\nGwen had gently punched his sac between her teeth, and then lapped over where she’d bitten. “T-That’s right,” She said, looking up past his rising spire toward his face. “Two heavily pregnant women… we can’t be expected to just take care of ourselves!”\n\n“Uhh…?” Milkie’s dopey expression reflected his feelings on the matter.\n\n“We’ll need someone to help us clean!” Fraise said.\n\n“And run our errands.” Gwen added.\n\n“And get food for our cravings!”\n\n“And tend to our… various needs.”\n\n“And I hope you like foot rubs! Giving them, of course!”\n\nMilkie dropped his head back with an exhausted groan. “You guys signed those papers!” He said, “I-I don’t have to do all that.”\n\n“Oh, come on,” Fraise snickered, “I’m as dumb as bricks and even I know those aren’t legally binding.”\n\n“We have ways of making you comply…” Gwen teased.\n\nThe two of them flattened their tongues against Milkie’s cock, and traaaaailed them up, dragging them from base to tip. They kissed the left and right of his glans, suckling on them and prying off with a pop. The mouse almost hoarsely groaned, his sore cock twitching eagerly for more.\n\n“O-Okay! Okay!!” Milkie surrendered, “Fine! Just… mmf… you two are gonna repay me for it.”\n\nFraise looked to Gwen and grinned. “Of course!” She said.\n\nGwen nodded in agreement. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for…”\n\nPressing their cheeks to either side of Milkie’s cock, they nuzzled it.\n\n“Just be a good Daddy to the kids!” They said, “Daaaaddy~”\n\nMilkie squeaked and fell slack onto the bed. “I think my soul… just left my body.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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The nigh infamous Dr. Gwendolyn Mason; once a renowned child prodigy with a doctorate in Psychology from the early age of twelve years old, certified in Sexology Studies, Child Psychology, and Social Psychology. At that young, tender age, she was giving seminars on college campuses, while still attending elementary school purely for the experience of growing up; and then applying it to her studies. Her most controversial work included examining and treating those of the paedophilic persuasion, something many thought to be insane and downright dangerous as she, herself, was one such young lady her patients may have been attracted to. The unorthodox approach brought many breakthroughs, and she became a proponent in the treatment of paedophilic desires, as well as treatment and rehabilitation of sexual offenders. Her accomplishments had set the groundwork for changing the way these problems were approached, and the awards lining her shelves for her authored books and journals suggested that things would change in the coming years, and understanding would be broadened for future generations.

Then, she grew up. The public’s perception of her changed with her body and maturity. One day, she was simply no longer Dr. Gwen, child psychologist. She was Dr. Gwendolyn Mason, has-been. Her fame and credibility were brought into question, collogues and peers alike questioning her discoveries when they did, in fact, come from a child. She was over-hyped, they said, and it seemed as if a campaign had been put out to bury her. They succeeded. There were no more seminars booked, no more book signings to attend, and fewer and fewer appointments booked by patients as she seemed to exit her field through the sheer virtue of getting older. To hold on to some of what she had, she re-entered school post-secondary, receiving further certifications in broader fields of psychological study. By the end, she was a leading expert in the study of the mind, though one that few others were willing to include in their papers. A black sheep she may have been, but the results of her therapy on criminals and couple’s counselling alike spoke for themselves. She was successful, and she fought the entire way to get there.

To sit across from someone so academically monumental in the very structuring of society, and a veritable poster-girl for children and women’s issues, was unreal. Where there was once a young girl who wore tiny t-shirts, overalls, and rarely shoes if ever she could help it, now sat a mature woman in a business blazer, a pencil skirt, sheer pantyhose, and office-proper heels. Her posture was straight, her shoulders were squared, and her chin was often ever-so-slightly raised so her studious blue eyes could look down her nose at those she knew would judge her every act. She was knowing, she was aware, and she took glee in challenging one’s perspective and analyzing whoever she met. She rarely wasn’t smiling or grinning like the Cheshire cat.

But there she sat, IQ of 130, across from an IQ 109 peasant; who was also her brother-in-law, Milkie Souris.

When Gwen first met him, Milkie was a twenty-five-year-old with near nihilistic motivations aside from his dedication to vanity and strongly upheld narcissism to keep himself from just falling apart. She’d had him figured out the day they met, but even so, he had surprised her now and again. As a young man, he was comparatively unremarkable when viewed next to what he became. One day, though, he’d made the decision to not be so average, and almost over-night (and with a wasted college fund spent on Nanotech implants and slight plastic surgery), he transformed from a boyish, slender mouse, into an effeminate, broad-hipped, bubble-butted young man content to grow his hair out, wear make-up, and take the narcissistic love of one’s self into the physical. This falling in love with his own body and turning it into what he saw as beautiful unlocked a whole other facet of him, as he was then content to live in his own skin; he began taking adult life in stride and developing a greater independence from what others thought of him. It was almost days after that coming-out that he attracted Gwen’s older sister, Leila, and the two of them fell head over heels for each other. That was fair exchange, as it turned out, since Gwen had long coveted Milkie’s baby sister, Fraise. Milkie married Leila, and while Fraise and Gwen weren’t legally married, they had become common-law after moving in together shortly graduating after high school – a second-time graduation, for Gwen.

Milkie had barely grown by turning thirty-four. Looking at him, only a few things would have tipped Gwen off that he’d even aged a day past twenty-six. His chocolate brown hair was longer, falling past his shoulders, a tight knot at the end giving his flowing locks a little tail by day. He still wore his big, round, doofy glasses that were thankfully thin enough not to magnify his blue eyes too much, but his hair framed his face with his characteristic center-part more than it used to. His muzzle was a light, creamy brown, like coffee with milk, and that colour painted down his neck and chest, all the way down the front of his body. His big, round mouse ears, his fingertips, and even his toes were the same colour. Gwen always liked how he looked sort of like a milk chocolate dipped digestive biscuit, as the rest of him was a creamy, rich, darker brown akin to cocoa. His lips were smoothed over with gloss, just barely making them more vibrant to the eye, and his eyes had penciled-in liner, just to make them appear bolder. He was conservative with his make-up.

His gray knit top had long sleeves, but the shoulders had been cut out to expose them and create a tank top-like neckline. It may have been modestly covering on most people, but it was up in the air as to why it didn’t cover all Milkie’s midriff. He either cut it that way himself, or perhaps he was too voluptuous from the waist down for it to fit proper. Gwen had seen it many times before – Milkie’s hips were round and he rolled them provocatively specifically to draw attention to his ass, where the nanotech implants had been given. He’d granted himself a shelf of butt that didn’t quite rival her own, and he’d taken to dressing it in blue denim that day that was too low under his tail and showed off the deep cleavage of his chocolate cheeks. As if that weren’t bold enough, the front of his jean shorts had to be cut out and customized with a gratuitously stretchy pouch to make room for his enormous male equipment.

It was a Souris genetic trait. Every single one of the dick-bearing members of that family was more than generously endowed. Rodents like them were known for having generously-sized testicles, but theirs were phenomenal knee-knockers so abjectly huge that their own heads failed to compete. Their shafts didn’t help their modesty either. Milkie himself put the average horse to utter shame. All that was stuffed into a pouch that clung tight around his equipment. You could see his entire dick laying limp over his forwardly-projected sack, because there was no way it was fitting between his round thighs.

All that wasn’t just something Gwen had noticed – it was something she couldn’t avoid. It was something no one could avoid. Milkie was as in-your-face as he could be, while wearing girlish clothing, right down to his feminine-looking sandals and the bracelet charms around his slender wrists. He whipped his tail around in passive delight knowing full well that Gwen had been looking at him; her and plenty of the other patrons in the coffee shop they had chosen to meet up in for a drink and some catching up. Gwen didn’t ogle him – try as he might to look girly, he was no girl. She had her priorities set.

More than that, though… All of that was specifically why she called him there. There was something she needed him to do.

Milkie on the other hand almost never looked at Gwen’s face. Not that Gwen’s chubby-cheeked, round face wasn’t cute as a button with her snow-white hair done up like it was; it always had been just that. It was more that her body drew the eye. That plum blazer she wore, she wore it unbuttoned three from the top, exposing what appeared to be a yellow tube top that had no problem shoving her healthy bosom forward and giving him plenty of cleavage to gawk at. Gawk he did, and past that, the blazer had been fitted with something of a clincher around her waist. She was no small, slender kid with a surprisingly massive butt any more… she was a thick, chubby woman with an even more gigantic bombshell of a butt. He knew she was a little ashamed of how big her tummy and love-handles had gotten. All her professional apparel had something to squeeze that in and make her look more hour-glass.

Her hour-glass was bottom-heavy to the umpteenth. She’d stuffed so many cookies into her face when she was a kid, that all the fat seemed to gather in what had already been a prodigious pair of cheeks that Milkie had long wanted to get between, sister-in-law or no. Now it stuck out behind her and crowded the chair she sat in so ridiculously, it was a wonder she could fit in it at all. She never really stopped eating cakes, cookies, and the like, and her sweet-tooth had given her fat thighs that could have crushed a man’s head. Her skirt had to have been applied with a paint roller, it was so vacuum-sealed to her blue-furred plumpness. Her big, soft skunk tail flagged up behind her in ways that suggested she wanted people to look, like she was begging for it. Plenty obliged her, regardless of if this was true.

She looked almost identical to her sister. His wife was much more buff than she, but they had the same lovely, almost sky-blue fur, same white underbelly… practically twins, despite being so many years apart in age.

That all just made Milkie want her more. When she was young, she paraded around in tiny shorts and tiny t-shirts, didn’t wear a bra, and had legitimately taken up twerking as a form of dance because she thought it was hilarious. That had already tormented him plenty, and while one might think that her getting older and fatter might have turned someone off, it did quite the opposite to him. He loved bigger women, and his fantasies had switched from splitting her blue bubble butt apart with his dick, to being pressed into the bed beneath her considerable weight, while also splitting her now extra-jumbo bubble butt apart with his dick. He was thinking about it at that exact moment, hiding his little smile behind his cappuccino’s mug.

“Well, it’s so nice to catch up,” Gwen said, giving more attention to stirring sugar and milk into her tea, if only to give less attention to him. “Leila gushes about you constantly. I’ve heard so much about you, and I need to remind myself that you just never go outside and aren’t just a legend.”

Milkie grinned at her forwards and backwards manner of complimenting him. She did so much to remind him that she didn’t like men. It was nothing new. “Oh, I’m a legend alright,” Milkie mused, “Just a living one. Nice to see you too. So much more satisfying than your pictures in the albums on Facebook.”

“Oh?” Gwen gave him a cool, half-lidded look of amusement, “Do you look at those a lot?”

“Oh yes.” Milkie said, “A lot.”

Typical Milkie. Still as sexually-focused as ever. She knew him to be picky, and she knew that she pushed a lot of his buttons. She knew it when she was young, too… and she’d relished in pushing them every chance she got. For research purposes, of course. That did make him a hebephile, after all. She was honestly impressed that he’d managed to hang on all those years without an inopportune draining of those giant nuts of his. She did, after all, once grind on him so hard it felt like he was going to go nuclear. This was just to show him her new dance moves, of course…

“Yes, of course.” Gwen teased, “You’re so dedicated. Leila tells me that’s part of what she loves about you.”

Milkie took a moment to consider her, sipping his vanilla drink, grinning when he withdrew the cup from his lips. “Oh, I’m sure she tells you plenty more than that,” He said, “I know girl-talk. And I know what she likes talking about.”

Gwen was momentarily unnerved. His implications were spot-on, which was a staggeringly frequent occurrence with him. She blushed and was agitated by the way he silently chuckled and sipped his drink. So damn proud of himself. Gwen sipped her own drink and then cleared her throat after swallowing. “Well, yes, you’re right. That… seems like a good enough segue into something I actually need to ask you about.”

This caught Milkie’s interest. He cocked a brow curiously and gave her his full attention. He put down his drink and adjusted his glasses, looking her right in the eye. “Oh? Really? About that? Well… colour me three shades of interested. What’s on your mind, girlfriend?”

Gwen found herself clearing her throat again and doing everything she could to keep her composure. She lowered her voice just slightly and leaned forward to keep things personal. “Well,” She began, “As you know, Fraise and I are… both girls, of course.”

Milkie’s eyes narrowed slightly. He smiled. He was intuiting where she was going with this, and she could see the gears turning in his head. She hated that. Continuing, she said, “Well, that… limits us, you see, in… ways.”

“What sort of ways?” Milkie smugly linked his hands together and rested his chin on them, giving her a frustratingly coaxing look to keep her going.

Gwen collected herself. “She and I are hoping to have a child, I’ll have you know.”

That changed Milkie’s thinking and surprised him. “Oh!” He said, “Wow, that’s… that’s great, actually! I hope for the best then. So, you’re just letting me know then? You’re serious about it, obviously.”

“It’s a little more… involved than that, actually…” Gwen responded.

Milkie’s expression turned to puzzled excitement. “Oh no…” He smiled, “Oh no!”

Gwen was gobsmacked by his response. “What’s ‘oh no’ about it?” She asked, “I just mean to ask you… well, what I mean is… Leila’s told me a lot about how you… perform… and I need you… No, that’s not right…”

Milkie sat up, clearly excited, and clearly rather surprised himself. He stared at her as she gathered her thoughts. With a red tinge to her cheeks, she sat up straight again and lifted her chin slightly. “Fraise and I want our insemination to be performed by someone we trust,” She informed him outright, “And we agree that it should be…”

Milkie was beaming. Gwen splayed out her ears, suddenly reserved when she saw his childish, almost overjoyed expression.

“… You.” She finished.

Milkie stretched his arms and arched his back, thrusting his chest out with a groan from the effort. He turned his head away, held the stretch, and then slumped back into his chair with his hands behind his head, peering right into Gwen’s eyes. He rested his one leg on his other knee, crossing them as much as his heavily-hanging endowments would allow, and flashed her a buck-toothed, wicked grin. “… Ohhh, really now?”

Gwen immediately disliked how he was taking this. She shifted in her seat, finding his stare uncomfortable. She attempted to remain as professional about it as she could, trying to steer him into thinking likewise. “Yes,” She said, “Really. You’re part of the family, and you’ve been very good to my sister.”

“Yeah, so?” Milkie questioned, “What does that have to do with anything? There’s more to it than that. Why me? Because of the things Leila has said? Has she told you what it’s like to fuck me?”

Gwen blushed, gritting her teeth. What exactly was he trying to do? “Well, yes, she has. Girls talk about that sort of thing.”

“And you’re interested.” Milkie concluded, “This isn’t something you haven’t thought about – not if the result is having children. You want it.”

Gwen stiffened up, uncrossing her legs just to switch and cross the other. “We had a long talk about it, and we think it would be best,” She said, “That’s all. This is serious, and I’d appreciate it if you took it seriously.”

Milkie peered at her, then sat up and shook his head. “Not good enough,” He said, “You’ve got to tell me.”

“Tell you what?” Gwen asked.

“You know what.” Milkie rebutted, “You didn’t just decide anything. Tell me what you want.”

So stubborn! Gwen was getting frustrated with Milkie’s insistence, but she could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t joking in the slightest. “I’m not going to make this more than it is,” She said, “Now if you’d please…”

Milkie shrugged. “Then I won’t do it.”

Taken aback, Gwen stared him down. “You… won’t do it? You’re not serious.” She said, “All because I won’t lie to you?”

Milkie rolled his eyes. “Who’s lying?” He asked, leaning forward again, planting his hands on the table, shaking the mugs and silverware with a clatter. “Dr. Gwendolyn Mason, I have long dreamed of absolutely devastating you. Since the day I’ve met you, I’ve wanted to throw you down, grab you so you can’t get away, and destroy your ass with such ferocity that I pop one of your hips. And that’s just to start!” He wasn’t keeping his voice down, and people started looking. Gwen caught this and shifted uncomfortably. Milkie didn’t seem to mind at all, though. He continued, “I’ve wanted to make you moan so loud you lose your voice. I’ve wanted to blow so much hot mouse jizz all over you that you can’t get the smell out for days. This? This is whole new territory. Now you’ve got me thinking of filling you to the utter brim and popping out a butt-load of little mouse-skunk babies.”

Gwen went almost beet red. “Milkie!”

“Tell me you want me to do it,” Milkie said, “Ask me real nice.”

Gwen was struck speechless, but Milkie just kept staring into her eyes. His sparkled with such mischief! “I… erm…” It had been a long time since Gwen had been so unbalanced by someone. It put her in a sweat, and she felt strangely vulnerable, like he had her in a position where she couldn’t just pull out. She hadn’t been lying when she said that she and Fraise wanted a baby, and she wasn’t prepared to get just anyone to do it. She needed it to be someone close to her, and Milkie was the one. He was pushing it hard, though. He was so passionate about it. Gwen’s heart was pounding. She turned her head, refusing to maintain eye contact with him.

“I… would like you… to…” She started.

“You want me to.” Milkie corrected.

“I want you to.” She repeated in a hurry, just getting it out and done with.

Milkie sat back, and Gwen let out a breath of relief. However, he simply sat back and kicked out his feet under the table, crossing them over one another. “You want me to what?” He asked, smirking.

Gwen glared ferociously at him, and her face went all the redder. “You…!”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked again.

Gwen grumbled. “… I want you to make me… pregnant.” Milkie sucked in a slow, deep breath at the confession. Was he getting off on this?!

“How?” He asked.

Gwen felt like she was going to tear her hair out or jump across the table and start strangling him. Everyone was staring at her! They had to know what they were saying. She had never been more embarrassed in her life, and she was feeling as if asking Milkie to do this for her at all was a massive mistake. Still…

“I… ugh…” Gwen closed her eyes, sucked in her lips, and sighed in frustration. “I want you to fuck me and put a baby in me.”

Milkie shot up from his seat, the chair squealing across the floor. He shook the table as he stood, because his dick was at a solid half-chub and knocked against the underside. It bounced and seemed to twitch, in plain view of everyone around! Gwen immediately shunned him, turning her head and cupping her hand over her peripheral vision to block the sight out. “Perfect!” Milkie declared, pleased as punch. He gathered his man-purse and stepped around to Gwen’s side of the table, getting in real close to her. She turned further to avoid making any contact with him – he seemed to challenge this by shoving his half-erect bulge against her side. It was warm – very warm, and soft, and just… obnoxiously big, and hard, and… blatant!

He leaned in close to her ear, and practically purred. “I’ll see you soon then…” He said, “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Leila. It’ll be our secret.”

He nudged her with his nose, a sign of affection, and then stood up and waltzed off. Gwen slowly looked up, swallowing whatever remained after that vicious attack on her pride. Milkie practically skipped out of the coffee shop, hips bouncing this way and that. He wished someone gawking at his dick a good afternoon, then paid for his drink and Gwen’s, and left. People still stared at her as she collected herself, flustered and frustrated at how he practically degraded her. She gathered her purse and took her phone out of it, quickly dialing her girlfriend’s number as she stood to leave.

“Fraise, I will kill him, I swear!” She said, presumably when Fraise picked up on the other line. There were pauses in their following conversation, and anyone listening only caught Gwen’s half. “Milkie! Yes, him. He made me basically beg for it! Yes, he did. No of course I don’t! I just… Fraise, I just want us to have a family. I want you, and I want a child. I just want to get this over with, so we can start this new part of our lives together.”

“… Yes, of course. It’s fine. I’ll be home soon. I love you. I love you too. Yes! I love you already, hang up the phone. Fraise, I… I’ll hang up the phone. I’m serious. I’m hanging up now. Bye-bye, sweetie. Bye. Goodbye.”

Dropping her phone back into her purse, she noticed all the eyes on her, staring at her, drawing conclusions in their minds. She squared her shoulders, took her purse, and strode out of that café with her dignity. It wasn’t about to be shaken by something like that – she’d seen worse! Besides, Milkie had earned that much… after all her younger years spent teasing him despite her own hang-ups, she would take that on the chin if that’s what it took. When she stepped outside, she nervously pawed at her abdomen, her thoughts moving forward to what it would be like to have a baby inside her. It was one thing to know what to expect, but entirely another when it came to actual experience.

And those balls of Milkie’s… she shuddered to imagine what they might be capable of. She’d never admit it, but she was downright scared of the possibilities. It made her feel like her womb was twisting itself into nervous knots. It felt strange, embarrassing even. After all the build-up to take the leap, she was getting apprehensive.

“Oh no…” She groused as she got out to her car, “I can’t stop thinking about it now.”

…

After some calming down, Gwen followed up with Milkie and they agreed to meet just a week from that day. They needed to set aside an entire day off work to do the deed, or so Milkie insisted, so it took some schedule-tweaking. That week for Gwen was spent having many conversations with her girlfriend and Milkie’s younger sister, Fraise. Gwen became more nervous as the date drew closer for several reasons; and Fraise, as she often did, served to get Gwen out of her own head and assured her time and time again that everything would be fine. Gwen didn’t think that things would not fine, but she still felt on-edge. The thought of having sex with a man hadn’t crossed her mind in years! She had done her exploration, she had discovered her love of women in high school. This “natural” way of getting pregnant was opening doors she’d long thought closed.

Days came, and days went, and before Gwen knew it the day was upon her. She had been going out of her way to focus on her work, to keep her mind preoccupied. With the day off though, all she could think about again was what she’d signed up for. All she could do was count down the minutes before Milkie was supposed to arrive – which he was late for. Probably “fashionably” late, but the agreed time was around noon, and it was quarter-past.

Gwen loafed on her couch in surrender, shoveling spoonfuls of vanilla bean ice cream into her mouth right out of the little miniature tub while she watched the news on TV. She sat up straight and with her legs crossed to maintain some semblance of composure over herself, but her activity and dress betrayed her. She put no effort into getting ready other than having a shower, and she’d dressed down in an old T-shirt Fraise got her as a gift. The words printed onto the top had been stretched out over the years she owned it. It read “70% Brains, 70% Beauty = 140% Impossibly Amazing.” It had been her “bumming around” shirt ever since she got it, but it was even more so by then as the shirt no longer kept the soft muffin top of her belly from peeking out. She still hadn’t decided if the shirt had shrunk or if she had grown, but she held on to hope that it was the shirt’s fault.

She wore no socks, and her sweat pants had a hole in them big enough to stick her finger through just on the inner thigh. Her blue fur seemed desperate to make that opening larger, filling out the would-be loose pants to a soft, comfortable tightness.

The lights in her open-concept living room went dim suddenly. Curiously, she looked up, and the reason became clear. They hadn’t dimmed – they were completely obscured! Fraise had stepped up behind the sofa, which they kept away from the wall since their living room in their penthouse was big enough for such a thing. Her excessively enormous breasts loomed over Gwen like an awning and looking up at them revealed an absolute canyon of under-boob cleavage visible only because those white mountains of milky goodness stretched her custom-fit shirt far in front of her as well. Fraise had done this only to get Gwen’s attention, and then she stepped back, bent down, and planted elbows on the back of the couch.

If anyone was going to be a literal pillar of support, it was Fraise. She had blotted out the proverbial sun with her breasts because when she stood up, those breasts rose higher than Gwen’s head. Fraise was beyond tall, well over seven feet of height, which made the white mouse’s features proportionate to her size seem all the bigger as well. The thing was, her breasts - which made up the considerable bulk of her otherwise athletically narrow, if outrageously vertical body – were most decidedly not proportionate to her body. They were gigantic even for her, like two giant, soft boulders jutting from her chest. How she didn’t just snap in two was a miracle… literally! Something about Fraise was magical, but Gwen had never entirely understood the nature of her deity-like blessings. The herculean strength and nigh-invulnerability, though, had something to do with it.

Fraise rested her chin on her arms. Her breasts shoved against the back of the sofa to compete for space, winning out as they very gently nudged the couch onto a tilt. Gwen wobbled and kept her ice cream form falling. “Shouldn’t you get dressed?” Fraise asked with a small smirk, “We’re having company, you know.”

Gwen felt more at ease just looking at her girlfriend’s face. Those big, amethyst eyes still held a round, alluring innocence that she loved to pieces. Still, she wasn’t going to let her guard down. “Why?” Gwen asked, “I very thoroughly explained to him that this is just business. I don’t need to dress up or go out of my way. This isn’t a date, Fraise, it’s just…” Gwen struggled to find a term that could dress up the situation in the most non-offensive way possible. “It’s just… well… business! Professional… serious business!”

Fraise sighed, propping her cheek up with her fist while she leaned forward to get a read on Gwen’s face. “Gwen…” She started, as she had several times before. Gwen wasn’t simply going to roll over on her morals though. She had standards to uphold.

“Gwen nothing!” The skunk brandished her spoon, waving it towards Fraise’s face. “I am doing this for us, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”

“You might feel better if you tried,” Fraise reasoned, “Milkie’s a nice guy, he’s not going to do anything you don’t want.”

Gwen stuffed another spoonful of ice cream in her gob. “He was eying me up like an animal and humiliating me,” Gwen huffed, “He’s already done things I don’t want.”

Fraise stood tall once again, towering over Gwen. She reached down and simply plucked the ice cream tub out of Gwen’s hand, and pulled the spoon out of her mouth too. Fraise’s strength made any hope of resistance futile. Fraise made her feel like such a child sometimes, which might have explained why she started to pout like one.

Fraise brought the ice cream back into their attached kitchen, taking the lid from the island countertop and putting it back on. She cleaned the spoon off by sucking off what remained of the cold treat before tossing it into the sink with a clatter. “Well, if you didn’t tease him so much when you were a kid, maybe he wouldn’t tease you back.” Fraise said, “I’ll make sure he’s not too mean to you, you know. What’s he going to do? Beat me up?” Fraise put the ice cream back in the freezer and strode back out to the living room area, standing before Gwen and posing. She made sure to flex her pectoral muscles, which made her giant boobs wobble one after the other.

Fraise winked. “I’m here for you, baby!” She said, “I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Gwen sighed, but smiled all the same. “I know, it’s… it’s fine,” She said, “I just… don’t like guys, Fraise. Milkie may dress up and wear make-up and perfume, but he’s still a guy. That’s why I didn’t do anything with him… he was even more guy-ish back then! It’s hard to think of him differently.”

Fraise stepped over the coffee table and sat down next to her girlfriend, reaching around her to cradle her in her arms. She mashed Gwen’s cheek against her breast and pet through her hair. “I know,” Fraise puckered her lips, speaking like she was soothing a child, “Boys are so icky and terrible.”

“But,” The gigantic mouse said, “It’s only going to take one day. After that, we’re going to have a real family, me and you, and we’re going to have the best kids ever. I’m sorry to make you do this, I just don’t want them to… you know… do it like I did.”

Fraise had been conceived via artificial insemination. Her mother didn’t share an intimate moment with anyone, it wasn’t a joining of two people made with love, and because of that she never knew her real father. Never even met him once. She and Gwen couldn’t have kids like that, so having someone… help… was the next best thing. Someone they could trust. When it came down to making the decision, though, family seemed like the best choice… and Fraise had a big choice of brothers and cousins to choose from.

“Why him though?” Gwen asked.

Fraise had started caressing Gwen’s arm and side, rubbing her up and down. She paused to think about her response. “Um… I guess because he seemed like he’d be the best at it, and my other brothers wouldn’t have done it. Latte would think we’re nuts-o, and ‘Nillie is super gay.”

Gwen scoffed. “I’m super gay.”

“And I picked the most girly brother I had!” Fraise said, squeezing her girlfriend in protest, “I tried, okay? I couldn’t get a hold of Cookie, so I couldn’t do much better, and what if my mom found out? She’d have a cow! Milkie… he just… he was the best option.”

“Okay, okay,” Gwen relented, “It’s fine. If he’s as good as Leila says… it might not be the worst thing ever.”

“That’s kind of the spirit!” Fraise pumped her fist, “So… should you get dressed or something?”

“If it’ll make you happy,” Gwen smiled, “Fine.”

She got up, leaving Fraise’s side. Fraise smirked at her, doing her beast to look somewhat alluring. She always came off as kind of goofy, though. She looked more cheeky than anything. “Letting me watch you change will make me happy.”

Gwen’s cheeks burned, but she giggled even so. She turned away with a sway of her hip, hooking her finger into the waist of her sweats and stretching them out. She allowed them to snap back to her hip. “And have my nose buried between your legs when Milkie shows up? No. I’m not giving him that satisfaction.”

Fraise made a face at her and stuck out her tongue. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both Gwen and Fraise’s ears swiveled up, twitching toward the sound. “Oh!” Fraise said, checking her watch, “Wow, he is late.”

“Wh… What do we do?” Gwen asked, frozen in place.

Fraise stood up. “Answer it, I guess!” She turned then to make for the door, and Gwen fidgeted in place, having half a mind to bolt to her bedroom and lock herself inside.

No, that wasn’t right. She was Dr. Gwendolyn Mason! Accomplished therapist, psychologist, receiver of her doctorate when she was twelve! That sort of lady didn’t run from anything! She smacked herself on the cheeks to psyche herself up. No, it was Milkie who should be afraid of her! She was a woman to be worked for, not conquered!

Fraise had opened the door and the first thing Gwen could hear was her girlfriend’s stifled laughter. “Milkie?? Wow, look at you!”

Gwen marched to the door, squinting and furrowing her brow as she tried to look around Fraise to see Milkie – but that was impossible, as Fraise had leaned down to greet Milkie, and so he was utterly obscured by Fraise’s considerably larger form. They exchanged little kisses on the cheek – a very European style of greeting – before Fraise stepped inside and invited Milkie in.

Milkie’s gaze stopped Gwen in her tracks. He looked right at her under smoky eyeshadow tinted barely with violet, which only served to light up the blue of his eyes behind unfamiliar cat-eye glasses with a leopard-spot frame. His eyelashes had been fluffed up and his eyeliner had been applied sparingly, just enough to make his gaze piercing. A beauty mark had been dotted onto his chin beneath a glossy pink lip behind bucked teeth. Something made his cheeks seem a bit fuller… his make-up game had been turned up to eleven!

His bangs were styled just so, swept to one side to frame his face in a crescent of silky chocolate hair, while the back had been pulled up into a messy bun and stuck through with sticks to tie it up. His white office shirt was worn loose, but not daringly so, and the sleeves of it were long down to fake violet fingernails. His black vest bore a single seam down its right side and was fastened with two golden buttons, waist cinched to flow into a long, black pencil skirt. It had to be long, and form-fitting, as his obnoxious dick and balls crowded for space at the front in a way that made it look printed on. It fit, to his credit, and his legs were sheathed in nylon leggings, and he wore… heels! Black business heels that clacked onto the hardwood floor of her foyer when he stepped inside!

He was holding a clip board against his chest, shouldering a purse, and he flashed Gwen a little smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

Gwen stared at his office secretary apparel, fitted perfectly for his maddeningly borderline body, make-up put on just right, his tone as appropriate as could be. There was a leer in it, she was sure, but he masked it perfectly. Under her inspection, he tugged his vest and smoothed it out. Fraise stood aside, covering her mouth in amazement and amusement. She was the one to ask, “Milkie, what are you wearing??”

Milkie turned to look back at his sister. His tail flicked up, drawing Gwen’s attention to his ass and how it was molded by his skirt, and jutted out thanks to those heels. It was like a shelf, hoisted so the crevasse of the rounded half-moons framed his tail base perfectly. “Why, my office best, of course!” Milkie explained, “Gwen told me that this meeting was strictly business, so I thought I would look the part. This is serious, after all.”

Gwen’s attention snapped back up to the mouse’s face, her cheeks red. That last part tipped her off. “This is overkill!” She said, knowing that he was going out of his way now to torment her. Milkie looked at her and lifted a hand to his chin, tapping a pen he was holding against the corner of his mouth. He seemed to consider her words for a moment, then simply strode toward her. It was a practiced step; he didn’t miss a beat in those heels. Clack, clack, clack, he walked right up to her. The faint smell of sandalwood and spice drifted across her nose. Vol de nuit extrait. Gwen was shaken but didn’t back down. She stared him in the eyes, and he smiled. “This is just me putting the ‘Méi’ in ‘Milkie Méi Souris,’” He explained before giving her a once-over and examining her lazy ‘laundry day’ apparel. “You look beautiful today, Gwen.”

“I told you not to play this up!” Gwen scolded him, making him flinch. He smiled, however, at her fluster.

He collected himself and leaned forward to get rather close to her, letting his tail wave up behind him. “Before we get started,” He began, tapping the clip board with his pen, “We have a few things to go over. Just procedure, you see.”

“P-Procedure?”

Milkie turned the clip board around and handed it to her along with the pen. She was surprised to see that the papers on it very much seemed legitimate! She took the board, a little overwhelmed, and started looking over the details on the forms there. She flipped the pages, finding more than a few to go through. “What the heck is this??”

“A standard Consent for Participation,” Milkie explained, “Given that the services rendered involve a great deal of mutual participation between myself and the individual of receipt – that being you – this first form goes through the sorts of interactions to occur, outlining potential activities, making you as aware as possible of what you’re to expect. At the bottom, you sign that you understand and permit the aforementioned acts.”

Gwen shook her head. She boggled over the details, blinking her eyes repeatedly. It was more a struggle without her glasses on, but she skimmed through the details. “B-Breeding, sexual relations… m-multiple screaming orgasms? Sexual exhaustion??? Possibility of foot cramps via toes curling?! A 500% child bearing guarantee?!”

What kind of self-gratifying, masturbatory aid was this?!

Milkie blinked and moved around to lean into Gwen and peer at the form. “Five-hundred percent? Mm, that’s not right…” He said, “It should say seven.” He smiled at her, “Hundred.” He relished in her almost pale expression. “There also includes, of course, the performance of secondary and tertiary sexual acts for the purpose of the, ah, climax, as it were. Including but not limited to oral sex, anal sex, surprise oral sex, surprise anal sex, heavy petting, hard fondling, tit-fucking, heavy worship, and advanced seduction.”

Gwen stared at him. “What is advanced seduction?”

Milkie continued, “Activities and interactions including potentially ‘rough’ and ‘demeaning’ treatment to any extent short of that which is deemed undesirable by the participator; including such things as gentle hair pulling, possible asphyxiation, and words that may be perceived as downright slanderous for the express purpose of exciting the participator.”

He didn’t allow her a moment to absorb what he had just said, flipping the page over. “This simply assures success,” He explained, “Under the understanding that once this begins… I will… not… stop… until the deed is done.”

He flipped to the next page. “This contract simply states that any potential property damage brought upon by sexual relations is of no fault of mine, up to and including cleaning required after dumping mind-bending numbers of gallons of mouse jizz all over pretty much everything ever.”

“Aaaand this last one…” He rested his head on her shoulder somewhat, “Is just saying you won’t tell my wife.”

Gwen was practically sweating. What was he doing??

“I’m afraid that if you do not sign even one of these,” Milkie said, “We cannot continue.”

Gwen swallowed. “T-There’s something here for a third party??” She said, peering over the details of something buried in the forms. “Does this mean Fraise can be involved?”

“Of course,” Milkie said, “Ultimately, Gwen, I want you to be satisfied. In many cases this means that the presence of a trusted individual is necessary. Fraise, being the love of your life and everything, you adore in the world, is the perfect sort! She is permitted to observe and interject during the proceedings at any time if she believes that you’re being treated unfairly or otherwise in a manner you would not permit; if you were of the right mind at the time, of course.”

Gwen gave him a look. “What are you trying to do?” She asked.

Milkie straightened up and placed his hand on her shoulder – gently so. “I’m trying to make it absolutely clear, Gwen, that this will happen. I assure it. And I want you to be expressly clear that this is what you want.”

“It’s peace of mind,” He added, “I want to do this for you. My sister and you want a child, and I want you and her to be happy.”

He held the pen out to her. “Fill them in.”

Gwen felt speechless. She felt flustered. She stared at the black and white pages like she was astral projecting into another dimension. Seduction. Advanced seduction. Milkie had gone far, far beyond the “keep it professional” that she had laid down as the law. He’d ignored her requests, refused not to enjoy this, and she found herself anxious over that fact and she was unable to keep up. He was bossing her around, dressed up like a sexy business secretary. The entire act – and it was an act, a show, a display – was shameless, deviant, terrible… and touching buttons she didn’t know she had. In front of her girlfriend. The woman that was going to be her wife.

She was sweating.

She responded with anger. “Fine,” She said, oozing frustration, “Fine! If it will get this done, I’ll sign your dumb forms.”

Milkie hardly batted an eye at her reaction and simply allowed her to take the board, the pen, and sign away. He waited patiently, took back the forms when she as done with them, and flashed her a friendly smile. “Well then, Miss… no, Dr. Mason. You won’t regret this.”

“I already feel like I do,” She whined, “So what now?”

Milkie turned and threw the clipboard like a Frisbee. It landed on Gwen’s sofa with a careless thud, the pen flying off in some random direction. One of the forms she had so meticulously signed even came loose and just fluttered away and onto the floor. Milkie made it quite clear that he cared little for them. He stepped up close to her – uncomfortably closer than normal conversation distance – so that she could feel the presence of his body in her space. She didn’t back down, but now she was feeling… exposed? She had agreed to his terms, after all, and in her professional mind she couldn’t turn back on them. Milkie had set her mind against itself, and the confusion was starting to show on her face as her thoughts railed against her feelings, getting all mixed up in some gross mind-slurry that she couldn’t even tell if she was okay with or not. He broke her out of her mind, though, when he took hold of her hands. His were warm and soft, and the initial contact gave her a bit of a start. He was gentle, but she couldn’t help but see his movements now as being more calculating than just thoughtful.

“Now?” He repeated, in a soft, gentle tone, “Now, we walk.” He stepped forward with her, his hold on her hands tightening to demand compliance in her to take his lead. She stepped backwards, and one step at a time the two of them moved toward Gwen’s bedroom. The door had been open, and Milkie had seen it as his destination quite some time ago. “We’re walking, and we’re walking…” He repeated with every couple of steps. She awkwardly stepped back until the back of her legs hit the side of her bed, where she nearly stumbled and fell. Milkie’s arm came around her to catch her, his hand clapping down loud against the cheek of her ass to do so. He smiled at her bewildered expression.

“And here we are.”

Gwen glanced back at her bed, which had been custom-built to account for her wife’s enormous size. Whenever she had crawled into the eight-by-nine-foot memory foam, it had always felt like she was just cuddling into a cloud to go to sleep. It dominated their bedroom like an island all its own, decorated in myriad pillows and a massive comforter, coloured in a sunset splash of pink, deep violet, and orange. Even though the room was quite excessively large, it had left little space for décor. The fixtures were wall-mounted and hung, the wardrobe was a separate walk-in closet. The mirror almost served as the accent wall all on its own, creating a nearly perfect reflection space of her entire bedroom. The sole window was wide, with silken drapes drawn to keep out the afternoon sun. Despite its impressive size making it feel lavish and wealthy, the warmth of the room felt incredibly welcoming. Considering her current circumstance, though, Gwen was beginning to see her bed as a would-be playground for devious acts.

This wasn’t terribly unusual, as she kept a very healthy sex-life with her wife. This time, though, she was almost afraid of the sort of acts that bed would see. The sheer amount of space to cover all but assured her there would be plenty.

Milkie didn’t waste time. He released her hands and slipped around behind her in a hurry. He grabbed her around her waist and threw himself back onto the bed, planting his ass and planting Gwen’s into his lap. The second her weight struck him and sunk him into the mattress, the mouse leaned back and let out a satisfied groan, pressing his cheek into her enormous, soft tail as it draped over his shoulder. “Ooooooh yeah~” He said, making Gwen feel strangely self-conscious as she found herself sitting on quite the lap. The feel of Milkie’s enormous bulge was undeniable – try as she might to make it comfortable and natural, she could feel his dick mashed up between her cheeks and grinding into her crack downright obnoxiously no matter what she did, and her legs were hefted slightly by the giant swells of his globular nuts, seemingly so that she would sink into his center all the more. She could feel them against the back of her knees, huge and round. She could hardly believe it… She was sitting on his dick! Her body tensed, her ass clenched, and Milkie seemed to relish in the feel of her fat ass tightening even more. The fabric of their clothes rubbed together, creating something of a creaking sound between them. Somehow, it just made everything seem… bigger.

“Ahhhh…!” Milkie exclaimed blissfully. Gwen shot a look back at him just as he leaned against her back, his hands coming around her front and planting on her chest. He mashed her breasts into his palms and squeezed, feeling them billow out around his fingers and wrists. “Fuck, Gwen! Fuuuuck, you’ve grown up so good! You’re so… heavy. Ungh~ I am smothered. Mmmf~ And somehow? You in these casual clothes…? I am in love!”

Gwen squirmed. She pushed her thighs to try and roll her rear to a more comfortable position. Every movement made his dick rub against her through their clothes, crammed up into the mass of fat ass so deep that she could feel the warmth of the thing pressing against her tailbone. “Ugh, god…” She groused, digging her fingers into his thighs punishingly, scratching against his body. Even though her rear, massive and round as it was, had been smothering his entire lap to surpass even his hips, she did not feel like the dominating force. “Shut up! Grr, your… stupid dick… Your lap is the worst! How can anyone sit here?!”

“It’s gonna get even worse for you if you keep moving around like that, Ants-In-Your-Pants,” Milkie said, resting his chin on her shoulder as he simply enjoyed her body. His hands began rubbing her all over, squeezing at her belly and love-handles. He wasn’t clumsy, per-say, pawing at her like some dumb monkey… rather, he was very… deliberate. His hands were slender, but they groped her with clear wanton desire. They squeezed her in places people would well avoid in polite company. He was blatant, but there was a finesse to it. “Just… relax,” He said, softly, into her ear. She could feel his smug grin hovering just inches away from her ticklish skin. “I know you’re all in your head, so maybe don’t think of it as having a baby with me, hm? Think of it as having a baby with her.”

Gwen looked forward again to see Fraise enter the room, having to duck her head under the doorframe to do so. Fraise stood tall before her, and she smiled at Gwen sympathetically. Gwen pleaded silently with her, for… something. Maybe to end all this, maybe to intervene as her brother fondled her wife’s body so indulgently. Fraise, however, did nothing. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped aside to stand nearby and observe. She even went so far as to fold her hands behind her back, which thrust out her chest and momentarily distracted Gwen. When she met her wife’s eyes again though, she took comfort in them. Gwen was never going to say it out loud, but Milkie was right. It was about her, not him. She was almost amazed he had the forethought to even consider it.

“Don’t mind me…!” Fraise said with a bit of a playful lilt, “Just… going to watch! Over here. While you two do your… baby-making.”

Seeing Gwen’s reluctance all over her face though, she sighed. “It’s going to be okay, Gwen. I-I’m here. Just… relax. It won’t be any different than… using a strap-on. Right?”

Gwen wanted to say something, to confide in her wife, but Milkie’s delicate fingertips had found the erected nubs that were her nipples pushing out against her shirt, and he mashed on them like he was trying to shove them back into her boobs. The only sound that came out of her was a gasp, and she furiously swatted his leg in displeasure. He didn’t even flinch, rather he just mashed her breasts around, jabbing his fingers in against them, two digits each just playing with her nipples by pinching them and wriggling around. “Wrong,” He said, “It’s not the same at all. Gwen knows that. You may not like boys, but you know damn well what a dick is. It’s big, and it’s hot. Rubbery plastic’s got nothing on big, throbbing meat. Trust me, I’ve taken plenty of both.”

Gwen fussed, squirming around again, all flustered as Milkie played with her breasts. It wasn’t long, however, before she found herself rolled off his lap and onto her bed. She was practically thrown onto her face, into a fortunately soft landing. Expecting things to begin, she pulled her legs onto the bed and rose to crawl further in. Instead, a sudden, harsh hand struck her mountainous ass, making it wobble like mad. Her PJ pants slid down, failing miserably at that angle to cover the blue and white cheeks, flashing ass-crack at Milkie briefly before she flipped herself around to defend her ass from further striking. Milkie stood at the side of the bed with his arms crossed, and her eyes first went to the heaving, massive bulge that projected from his hips before quickly finding his face instead. “Speaking of which,” the mouse said, beckoning her with a curl of his finger, “Come here. Now.”

She begrudgingly followed his orders, and his skirt was unzipped and dropped before she could even get comfortable. She paused. Milkie had… somehow… found a pair of purple, lace panties that had been tailored to his considerable and unique dimensions. His entire bulge, massive as it was, was covered… almost tastefully, or as much as something like that could be. The embroidery was of roses and swirling designs, and the panties themselves were framed by the dark straps of his garters, which attached to their matching garter belt. Without looking too closely at him, Gwen legitimately forgot for just a moment that what she was looking at did not belong to a hermaphrodite, or some other intersex individual… but a man. A man who was born a man, identified as a man, and defied every expectation of it with a thumb of his nose.

It smelled like flowers. He had gone so far as to put scents on his own massive, hot bulge to make it just… that much more appealing.  Even so, he couldn’t fully mask the scent of… man. It was definitely big, but it looked soft… warm… inviting… Something about it had an allure, not unlike seeing and lusting after a woman’s breasts. She didn’t even catch herself staring, to her misfortune. It was Milkie who caught her instead.

“Mm… You like?” He asked, a hand on his hip, the other on his dick, kneading the handful of meaty python through his underwear. “You’re going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth.”

“Ah!” Gwen snapped out of it, blushing furiously. “I just can’t believe you’re wearing… p-panties.”

“Of course I am!” Milkie said, “They look way better than the dull old underwear men are supposed to wear, doesn’t it? Of course, most of my boxer-briefs are pink or purple, or patterned… But this is a special occasion. I only bust these out when… special things are happening.”

Special things… Yes, it was special. Gwen didn’t do that sort of thing for just anyone! Yeah! He should have counted himself lucky! She sat on her knees before him, uncertain. “… So, what do you want me to do?”

Milkie shook his head. He reached out, planted a hand atop her head, and pulled her in. He was rough and insistent, mashing her face immediately against his flowery-smelling dick and balls and pressing in so that she could hardly breathe, let alone escape. “What you so obviously want to do… and what I’ve wanted you to do since you were twelve.”

Fraise, watching silently from where she stood, raised a hand to her face in concern. Milkie glanced her way and offered a playful wink before returning his attention to Gwen. The good doctor was frozen, but her hands knew what to do. She smoothed her palms in over Milkie’s endowments and lifted them, weighing them against her strength and finding herself lacking. With her face caught between the swell of his prick and the immense, head-dwarfing size of his balls, she had to turn her head slightly to even breathe, and her warm breath washed over the mouse’s hidden shaft with each belabored exhale. Her gentle touches and hot breath made his dick swell. His panties were pulled tighter and tighter, bit by bit, over the growing log of flesh. The fabric was pushed further, and further, and further out, made taut by just how much it had to hold in. It was fascinating, and so different from a women’s body. Of course, she was forgetting that. There was some underlaying scent, some sensation of it that when she was that close to feminine, it was mixing up her thoughts.

She realized then that, just moments ago, Milkie’s cock was shoved up against her butt, and it had felt pretty huge. Now, it was even bigger. The revelation froze her, and she gulped.

“Now, you look like you’ve just come across a nice thought,” Milkie said with a smile, “I think it’s time to stop keeping you in the dark. Let’s get these clothes off, because this is gonna get sweaty.”

“I, uh…!” Gwen looked to Fraise for direction. Fraise stood wide-eyed, leaned forward with great interest, staring at the spectacle. She looked blankly back at Gwen, and then gestured for her to simply proceed, as if bewildered that she would suddenly not know what to do. Looking then to Milkie like a deer caught in headlights, Gwen watched him very calmly dress down, stripping away his vest and shirt. Lastly, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and peeled them off. His big, fat dick swung out into the open like a third arm, just… swinging around, bobbing about as he moved. Gwen felt sweat collect on the back of her knees.

“How is that thing supposed to fit inside me?! Are you crazy?! It’s like two feet long and thicker than my arm!” She protested, perhaps understandably so.

Milkie grinned proudly, looking at himself and shrugging. “Well, hm…” He turned his attention to Fraise, whose eyes were affixed to his jostling erection. “Fraise!” He got her attention, the flustered mouse staring at him awkwardly. “You guys have lube, right?”

“M… mhm!” Fraise nodded, “For the really huge toys!”

“Fraise!!” Gwen scolded her.

Milkie smirked. “Perfect, go grab it for me, would you?”

Fraise hurried off, and Milkie gave Gwen a sly look. “For the really huge toys? How huge are we talking?” He asked. Gwen flushed with embarrassment and lowered her head so as not to answer. Milkie pondered the implication and smiled big at the conclusion. “You telling me this is bigger than any of your toys? Really?” He jutted his hips forward to bounce his erection toward her face, making her recoil in disgust.

“I just…!” Gwen stuttered, “It’s been a… long, long time since I got penetrated like that. It’s…”

“Scary?” Milkie levelled with her, and she nodded shamefully.

“I know it’s silly,” She said, “Anatomically speaking, I know that my body is capable of taking it! And I’ve done it before, it just… didn’t go great last time, and that was years and years ago.”

“I’ve got it!” Fraise came back from the closet in a bound, trouncing too close to her brother, and clipping him across the head with her bouncing breasts. He very nearly fell over, but managed to keep his balance, though she’d dizzied him briefly. Fraise was only momentarily apologetic before she just thrust out a great, big bottle of clear, warming lubricant. The bottle had already been drained roughly a quarter of the way. When Milkie accepted the bottle, Fraise looked between Gwen and him inquisitively. “Um, do you really use lube for, y’know… that? Doesn’t that just kind of… lube itself?”

Both Milkie and Gwen looked at Fraise, pitying her naivete. Milkie simply shook his head and brushed off her question. “Well, considering that you said you two use big toys, and that Gwen doesn’t do vaginal, then my only conclusion is… that I know exactly how to warm you up.” He smiled at Gwen, and Gwen caught on. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms down around her legs to cover her butt. Milkie snickered, “Oh yeah. Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Oh no,” Gwen said, “Oh god no.”

Milkie uncapped the lube and held it down to squeeze a trail of the stuff over his shaft, drizzling it over as if he were dressing a hotdog. “You… signed… the… agreement~” Milkie mused, “I am going to loosen you up… one toe-curling buttgasm at a time.”

“T-That sounds like it’d have the opposite effect!” Gwen argued.

Fraise stared on in wonder, her fists clenched, and her arms pulled to her chest, all bunched up like she was going to launch off at any moment. She stepped away to give Milkie his space, while the male mouse smeared that slick oil over his dick. The swollen, pink flesh glistened in the light as he coated his member from the tip of his glans all the way to the base nestled at his crotch. Some of it remained coated on his palm, and he carelessly wiped it off onto his own balls.

“Y-You’re going to waste it!” Gwen said, “W-Wouldn’t fucking me in the butt… just make it harder to get me pregnant?!” That she asked such an absurd question only made her more nervous. That Milkie laughed at the question made her pale.

“Oh Gwendolyn, dear sister…” Milkie said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing hold of Gwen’s PJ pants before she could scramble away. She gasped when he tore back, pulling her legs out straight and her pants clear off her in one fell swoop. She was exposed immediately from the waist down, and she quickly covered herself with her hands between her legs. Milkie tossed her pants aside, and very tenderly smoothed his hands out over her shins. He rubbed her up to her thighs, kneading her gently with those delicate, but insistent hands. “Are you saying you think you’re going to drain me?”

Gwen glared at him in defiance of his haughty attitude. It didn’t dissuade him though. He leaned forward, closer to her, and spoke softly. “Bold of you,” He said, “To assume that’s possible. Bold, but absolutely, miserably wrong.”

He made a gesture with his finger for her to turn around. Gwen gulped and looked to Fraise. Fraise pressed her hands together and nodded along, urging Gwen to do it. “If you want,” Milkie cut in, “I could skip it, and go right for that fat, inexperienced pussy of yours.”

Gwen’s mind was reeling, so she took a moment to gather her thoughts. Ultimately, the idea of getting penetrated like that still made her uncomfortable. Even if it seemed like a delay, she was all too happy to waste as much time as humanly possible. Something in her head still rejected that she’d even have his dick buried inside her pussy like that at all. Shamefully, she rose, turned, and bent over on her knees, pushing her rear back toward him. She spread her thighs to keep her balance and kept one hand covering her plump labia as she lowered her shoulders nearer the bed and lifted her hips and tail to present herself to him. It was Milkie’s turn to take pause then. The ass of Dr. Gwendolyn Mason was not something you didn’t stop to admire. It demanded as such, and always had.

In the past, it was bigger than a man’s head. Now that she was older, the furry blue cheeks with the white splash up the middle were so gravid, they were bigger than some toddlers. That ass was clearly heavy, but maintained a wondrous, round shape. Gravity’s effects weren’t entirely avoided, and those cheeks would wobble at the slightest movement, packed fat rolling and jiggling like a bowl of heavy gelatin. Still, there was just so much there… the base of her tail seemed so… far away and buried behind the mountain’s cleft that was the rise of her backside. Milkie was certain he could lose an arm between those cheeks. He stopped to gauge whether his dick would get all the way in or not. The conclusion? It would not. Even if he were to meet hips to ass, there was no doubt in his mind that a significant depth of crack would prevent him from bottoming out.

“Fuck… even Leila’s isn’t this big…” Milkie said.

“S-Shut up…” Gwen groused, “Just… do what you need to do.”

She closed her eyes and faced straight ahead when she felt his hands on her. He pushed in firmly, obviously delighting in the yield her fat rear gave under his palms. She resigned herself to him messing around as he rolled her cheeks around like dough and clapped them together. All she could think to do was keep her dignity. Covering her most intimate of parts, she bit her lip and kept quiet. It was only a matter of enduring things before it would all be over. Besides, she thought, how different from a toy could it be? Warm, maybe, but beyond that she expected little.

Milkie shoved her to perk her hips up, digging his fingers into one of her doughy ass cheeks to pull it aside and expose the tight, winking hole buried in that canyon of a booty. Try as she might to subdue her reactions, Gwen’s body gave little trembles that assured the mouse she was certainly feeling the pressure of it all. Milkie took in one last indulgence by dipping down low and swiping his long, dexterous tongue over her pucker, provoking a gasp from her followed by protests. He ignored them, rose up on his knees, and beat down between her cheeks with his dick, using one hand to wield it like a club. The initial swat made her hips twitch. Lubricant smeared against her as he rubbed his shaft up and down in her crack.

It was when he prodded her backdoor that her breath caught in her throat.

It didn’t feel the same as a toy at all. She had been so, so wrong.

She clenched reflexively, and Milkie could feel that her entire body seemed to clam up tight. He sighed, “Come on now, Gwen. You’re a big girl. You can handle it.” He rubbed her flank gently, encouragingly, coercing her to relax… before giving her rear another smack with his shaft, making her squeak and tense up all over again. He couldn’t help but be amused, and rather than wait for her he instead took to the challenge and prodded once again… then pushed and shoved.

“Hn!” Gwen gripped the sheets of her bed and squirmed, setting her hips to wriggling around to escape. Milkie tightened his grasp and for the first time pulled her forcefully to keep her still. The two of them wrestled this way for a short time, but it was ended when Milkie bucked his hips, and the fat, swollen head of his dick spread her open and sunk inside. “H-Haah!” Gwen cried, her back tightening up and her grip on the sheets threatening to tear through the comforter beneath her. Even lubed up, it was big! It was thicker than the biggest sex toy she had shared with her wife… she’d been playing in a smaller league all this time. The sting of the stretch was sudden and quick – a sensation she was familiar with and enjoyed. It was part of the allure; the initial taboo rejection of sodomy, followed by the warmth and wicked satisfaction that her massive backside was being used for the only thing it was good for. Well, that and serving as a comfortable seat.

Milkie was only gentle for a moment. Enthusiastically, eagerly, he pumped and bucked his hips, feeding her more of his length in leaps and bounds. “Guh! A-Aah! Nnmf!” She cried out with every thrust, until she had a mind to stifle the sound. A breathless squeak from her throat came when his hips clapped against her backside, sending a quake of rolling through her cheeks. There, Milkie relished in the sensation of her tight ass. What wasn’t sunken inside, stuffing her, was enshrined, encapsulated by the heavy, fluffy ass cheeks that overtook even his wide hips. He arched his back and groaned in satisfaction, letting his tongue roll out with a heady moan.

“Ohhh my god…” He proclaimed, pushing at either side of her rear to mash her cheeks into a sleeve around the unburied inches of his cock. He shuddered ecstatically, and Gwen could feel his shaft twitching excitedly deep inside her. It felt like it was beating against her stomach.

“Her butt’s really great, right?” Fraise asked, drawing attention to herself. The Amazonian mouse stood rigid. Her pink t-shirt was stretched outrageously and tight around her breasts, the white letters L O V E pulled wide and apart. She was trying not to chew on her fingernails nervously, though her other hand was pulling and fussing on her little red skirt. Her socked toes wiggled against the carpet. She looked almost five years younger by demeanour alone.

Milkie gave her a passing glance, and he grinned. “You get to play with this thing every single day? Man…” He looked back down at Gwen, “Where do I sign up?”

Gwen was too busy trying to maintain her breathing to even respond. Her eyes felt all misty, and her backside felt… way beyond stuffed. Past it simply being a large insertion though, Milkie was right; his cock wasn’t as stiff as a sex toy. The flesh of him, it was warm and, in a way, somewhat… spongy, and yet, still incredibly stiff. She couldn’t think of any other way to describe it other than being something very… lively. Something organic. It was a lot to process. Especially considering it was attached to that pompous jerk.

“How does she like it?” Milkie asked. The question hung for a moment before Fraise even clued in that it was she who was being spoken to. She tore herself away from her obvious distraction to answer, albeit flustered.

“T-These days?” She answered, “… Hard. S-Strong.”

Milkie rolled his eyes. “I guess living with you, that should have been obvious,” He said, “Alrighty then…! Gwen, pay close attention now. I want you to feel how heavy my nuts are while they’re beating the fuck out of your legs, because all that is getting dumped into you and making a baby. Or six, or… however many. Did you consider how litters work, or…?”

“L-Litters?!” Gwen barked, “W-What do y—Oooogh!”

Milkie had grabbed her tail near its base and used it as leverage to begin swinging his hips, pounding into her ass in a sudden rush of motion that had nearly knocked the air out of her. Gwen’s questions were lost to breathless whimpers as the mouse began thrusting away, giving full, long strokes and punctuating them with hard, attacking jabs. His cock churned her up, and just as he said, his enormous balls swung to clap against the back of her legs… Like, the entire back of her legs. The swinging was slow and heavy, unsurprisingly, but even so they thumped against her with the rolling weight to push her forward, to say nothing of his hips clapping against her ass time and again. Her body bounced and rocked on the bed, her legs dummied so that the rhythm was all natural and through no effort of her own.

She was playing almost no part in the exchange. Held in place and used, all she needed to do was provide the hole in which to get fucked. Milkie did everything – he pulled her tail to motion her backward, to crash her against his body, and she was bounced forward when he shoved back. It was a tug-of-war with himself, and she got to feel it all battering her insides like crazy. He picked up the pace, providing her the most exertion she had ever, in all her years of knowing him, saw him willingly put forward. That lazy, haughty mouse was panting and squeaking, working his body into a heat that seemed to flow right into his cock. Gwen had forgotten that the lube they used was warming, and that the friction was making it hot. All she knew is that it felt like a hot poker as big around as a one litre had gone far past hurting and had entered mind-numbing territory in just a few moments.

She came. Her juices squirt out around her fingers, and she was helpless to stop it from happening. It was one thing to be forced down and used, but even Fraise had been too gentle in the past to do it in quite the same way. Milkie was not allowing her to make it easier on herself. She writhed, she rolled her hips, she did anything to try and keep that fat, meaty slab from hitting her weak spots. Milkie, however, saw it for what it was, and with both hands on her hips, he angled her roughly in every way she was trying to avoid. The result was her almost screaming out as she came again, and again. Yielding to that commanding control, even if she didn’t want to, was messing her body up in ways she hadn’t felt before.

It started to feel heavy inside her. Liquid heat. She assumed Milkie had cum, and how could he not have? Her ass was gripping like a vice. But having lost track of time as she was drooling into her sheets, biting down on them to try and silence her cries, it only came to her then that if that were true, he would have been firing off for at least a few minutes straight, maybe longer. As her body was bounced and shaken, she felt it sloshing around inside her stomach, more than she’d ever thought she’d take. Her stomach gurgled, making embarrassing sounds as more and more dumped in. It just hosed into her, non-stop, and it didn’t make sense to her. His balls were gigantic but… that shouldn’t have been possible. It didn’t work that way. Could he have been cumming all this time? It seemed thick enough, heavy enough, and more than hot enough.

Was it just pre?

Milkie hadn’t slowed down, if anything he’d sped up. If he’d cum, he would have had to slow down. He was enduring his pumping loads miraculously if that were the case, so it had to be just pre-cum. Excess nut that was just blasting out of that virile specimen of a girly-boy. It felt crazy, but it also felt good. It added something impossible onto the already indecent act of having her ass railed so passionately. It was layering it with something that she should not have wanted, and yet… why couldn’t toys give her that? Why couldn’t toys cum? The thought crossed her mind, a flash in the pan, that she wanted toys to cum if it was going to feel like that.

If Fraise could have cum inside of her, none of this would have ever been happening.

It was all his fault, and he wasn’t even giving it a second thought.

Milkie pulled her hips up, raising them as high as she could manage, getting his feet under himself so he could squat over her and pound down into her ass, letting gravity hammer his shaft in that much harder. Gwen couldn’t hold back her cries any longer, and at that angle she couldn’t keep her arm under herself anymore either with her belly in the way. That was what Milkie had been waiting for. He slammed against her for a short while longer, the clapping of their bodies together becoming loud CLOPPING as their more hefty and weighty parts crashed together. He enjoyed that for a moment longer before he very suddenly withdrew. He pulled out, and Gwen’s body immediately relaxed. Just as she moved to take a deep breath, however… he plunged right into her pussy, all at once.

It was a quick, almost violent sound – a wet squish and a gurgle from her sloshing belly as her entire body shot up in shock. That tight tunnel was pried wide open but didn’t have any room to spare. She could feel it; her insides being forced to take on the shape of him… and even some of her outsides. A phallic bulge pushed out against her pubis and snaked up towards her stomach, where it disappeared under the doughy pudge she wore so beautifully. She couldn’t move. Her arms and legs had locked up and her breathing just stopped. Her eyes were stuck wide-open in a look of confused, angry, sex-dumbed alarm.

“A-A… Ahh…” She wheezed, “Ooooofuh…!!” Finally, she breathed, sucking in a deep, hard breath.

Fraise shared her surprise. She covered her mouth and watched on as Gwen trembled in place.

“Aahhn… Haah… Oofuck…” Gwen panted, whimpering. “It’s… it’s in me…”

Milkie nodded. “It’s in you,” He said, “All the way.”

“A… All the way…” Gwen repeated, “Ooooh god… I can… I can feel it in my womb…”

Milkie’s cock gave a sudden twitch inside her and spilled a hot glob of pre-spunk inside. Gwen jolted up and gasped again, loud, in shock. She couldn’t believe it was happening. It had been so long. She hadn’t ever wanted to have another man inside her again, but it was really happening. It felt… invasive. It was so clearly inside her, it felt like it was weighing her down. Milkie felt connected to her as he rested in behind her, smug as ever as he leaned over her. Gwen was practically shaking as she turned her head to look at him, watching just as he took the sticks out of his hair and let those chocolate tresses fall free. His hair cascaded down over her shoulders, silky and smooth. He got in real close to her and his breath tickled her ear. He asked her, “Are you all right?”

Her thighs flexed, her pussy clamped and squeezed, and her cum squirt out around Milkie’s cock. Without saying a word, she had said plenty.

“I-It… it’s so big…” She panted, “N… No, I don’t…”

“Shh, shh…” Milkie soothed her, gripping her hips as he gently bit down and nibbled on her ear. She felt that run down her back like fire, making her fur stand on end. “Whatever that last guy did that messed you up,” Milkie murmured, “I won’t do that to you. You’re my sister. I love you.”

Gwen turned her head away from him and hid her face against the bedsheets. He couldn’t just say something like that with the state she was in! It drove her crazy, after everything he’d done, after everything that had amounted to that moment. He hadn’t even asked to penetrate her like that, and he had the nerve to say he loved her??

“Y… You… asshole…” Gwen said through grit teeth.

“Yeah, maybe a little bit…” Milkie conceded, “But if it makes you feel any better, it feels really good, and this is what we came here for. No sense putting it off more than we have to. That just wouldn’t be professional.”

Gwen seethed. Now he was applying scruples. He was the one that had been messing around all that time, even! She didn’t know where to begin with Milkie, and she didn’t have the wherewithal to create the itemized list she would have needed in order to voice her contentions.

He began moving his hips, thrusting the entire length of his shaft in and out of her in long, deliberate movements. Unlike her ass, he had all the freedom in the word to go balls-deep, and he used every bit of it to do just that. Every thrust made her body bulge around him, sleeving her pussy for the express purpose of breeding. It felt like he was hollowing her out, carving her, changing her shape to get her ready for that climax. The worst part was that it felt good. Her pussy was on fire. It was one thing to tenderly work herself over with her fingers, or even tease herself with a vibrating wand, but to have a huge, fat dick churning up her insides like Milkie was trying to batter down the portcullis of a fortress? She had only known clumsy, careless efforts in the past. Milkie was just better. It wasn’t his first rodeo, and it showed. His long, hard strokes held years of experience, and it was setting off fireworks in her head and making her body quiver and forcing a chain of explosive orgasms that made her legs feel like rubber.

“Nnuh! Aahhn!” Gwen moaned, unable to keep it from just pouring out of her, and unable to even cover her mouth. She had to hold on to the bedsheets, her body reflexively tightening and causing all her digits – fingers and toes – to curl up tight. Her lush, voluptuous body bounced and jiggled rapidly as his nuts smacked her legs with their heavy swings. His pre-cum was just pouring like wild, she could hardly believe how warm and full she felt. It was gushing out around his own cock, making their coupling sound downright disgusting with how wet and animal it was. She was bellowing like a bitch in heat, and he was huffing and grunting as he hammered away, his strong hands gripping her hips tightly like he wanted to keep her from running away.

Milkie shuddered over her. “Fuck, this cunt is so tight!” He moaned, “You’re gonna make me cum, Gwen!”

“N-Nnnoooooohhh…!” Gwen cried, closing her eyes tight before they could roll back, trying to keep her focus. She writhed and wriggled, but she couldn’t escape. Her body bounced, and bounced, back and forth, her heavy ass rolling to-and-fro, her breasts dragging along her bed as her sore shoulders were shoved into the mattress. His cock was mashing against her deepest parts, and every time he thumped up against her deepest wall, it sent a jolt through her legs and made her pussy shake. She couldn’t think, she was going numb, all she could feel was a tremendous warmth and dizzying pleasure. She couldn’t stop it. She was going to be bred like a bitch, and she was helpless against it.

The mouse hiked up her backside and drove downward against her, punching her deepest parts with wild abandon. “Here… it… comes!” He cried.

“A-Aah! N-Nnnnn…!!” Gwen tried her hardest to say no, but her body was pummeled into the bed and her g-spot was being utterly assaulted. She could barely focus her eyes, let alone keep herself from licking her bedsheets. Suddenly, however, Milkie gave one last drive and then stopped. He held himself deep, and his cock gave the fattest throb she had ever felt, and suddenly… there was heat. Thick, creamy heat rushed into her body like a river, and it hit deep. She shot up, arms stiff, back arched, and she screamed. “AAAWWHF…!!”

She could hear it chugging into her body, one gigantic blast at a time, rushing in by the litre over the span of mere seconds. Thick gushes gurgled and swelled out her middle as she found herself being filled up like a balloon. She couldn’t hold it all, it rushed out of her, pouring out of her pussy in streams back around Milkie’s own hips, splattering out all over them in viscous eruptions of hot, white jizz. Even as it splashed noisily into the growing puddle on the bed, it sloshed into her womb like a force of nature. A wrathful flood that barreled through anything in its way and spread its hot, virile power into any and every space it could find. It greedily filled her up, carelessly billowing out the shape of her gut until she already appeared pregnant.

All while it just rushed out of her like a faucet. She could feel the pressure rushing past her stretched pussy, putting even more undue stress on her already ravished entrance. Every rush of it, punctuated by pulsating throbs of his dick, shot pleasure up her spine and through her groin, rocking her so hard she thought she might simply collapse. She had certainly forgotten to breathe for several seconds, gasping sharply for breath before bellowing out her pleasure for all the downstairs neighbours to hear. “OH MY GAAAAAWD!!” She screamed, “Ohhhh!!”

Milkie held her down and unloaded. It felt like an eternity, and it sounded like he was dropping massive shots of his cum into a barrel he’d already filled with it. Gwen’s body made heavy ‘glunk!’ sounds amid the liquid churning and sloshing inside her, each resulting in a messy eruption around Milkie’s own hips that slopped onto the bed in heavy splatters. Gwen’s body had taken, expelled, and taken anew Milkie’s life-giving seed, each little drop just as capable of knocking her up as the last, and yet gallons of the stuff had been wasted in sheer excess. Gwen didn’t know a man could be so virile, so productive! The Souris certainly were magical. Everything she thought she knew was upset by each one of them, in their own way.

Gwen’s cum had mixed with his, and her ecstasy was washed away in the near-biblical flood. Once it finally seemed to settle, Gwen was left in a foggy aftermath of glowing pleasure and tremendous satisfaction. She didn’t realize how ragged she was, and yet all she could focus on was the fullness. Her pussy felt utterly spent. She hadn’t cum so hard in a good, long while… Everything felt new again. She had not remembered bedding a man to be anything quite like that. It was… not as disappointing as she remembered.

She fell forward, panting for breath, feeling now that her body was sticky with cum. There was so, so much of it… and she felt her stomach to confirm that she was indeed laying on a massive filling. “I’m… pregnant for sure…” She panted, “Sssssooo much cum… oh god…”

Milkie, for his part, stayed joined with her. His cock remained buried deep, and he held it there, the heat of it still undeniably apparent inside her body. He allowed her a moment’s respite, but when she seemed to praise – or at least acknowledge – his outlandish amount, he acted anew. He rolled her over, and she weakly complied with him. She was moved onto her side, and the mouse spooned in behind her, and kept her legs spread apart by shoving his thigh under hers. Gwen had barely gotten her wits about her when she felt his cock pump inside her once more, making her sharply gasp and tense up rigid.

“Let’s just make sure,” Milkie said, breathing heavily against her ear as he began bucking against her once more in earnest, “Let’s be thorough!”

Gwen’s body bounced as his hips smacked into her again, and she gasped and whimpered, her body feeling tender and exhausted. Her hips couldn’t stop twitching at his slightest movement, so that despite his gentler pace, it felt almost torturous. Her gravid, full belly slorshed around, and his movements ensured she couldn’t just keep everything inside. His cum pumped out around him, spilling from her in waves as he worked her over again. “N-Nnnoo…!” She moaned, “I… I can’t…!”

Ignoring her pleas, Milkie began to hammer harder, making her squeal and sputter her weakened protests. She gripped the sheets tightly and braced her body in surrender of him as he pounded her sloppy, used pussy all over again. He panted and moaned into her ear, his breath making her sweaty fur feel humid, his almost melodic moaning making her feel flush and excited. She felt numb from the hips down, and her tired muscles tingled with dull ache and intense pleasure she could feel creeping up her back. It felt like it was snaking its way right up to her brain. This time she couldn’t hide her dopey expression as she was railed, her eyes practically crossed.

Fraise had moved around the bed to the other side, staring in awe at Gwen’s rounded, bouncing belly as she was fucked for the second time over.

Of course, Milkie was no sex god. The post-orgasm tenderness made every thrust feel amazing. His expression was so tightened up, his teeth were grit so hard, it was clear he was doing everything he could to hold himself together. He wrenched desperately, agonizing himself to work his shaft deep into Gwen’s body again. He reached a second orgasm even quicker, and he grunted as he humped deep into her and held tight to deposit the second enormous load. Gwen’s eyes lit up, teary and glassy, and her tongue rolled out as she cried out once again. Once more, the heavy, gulping chugs of Milkie’s heavy cumshots sloshed into her belly, rounding it out even further, tighter, fuller, spilling cum from her pussy in waves back onto the bed and glazing Milkie’s own nuts.

“I’m gonna explooooode!!” Gwen shouted, “T-Too much cum! It’s… too much!”

“Wow…” Fraise droned; jaw slackened as she watched her wife’s womb get flooded once again. She watched as even more cum geysered from her pussy like an erupting volcano, just washing over their bed in a sloppy, spreading flood. Gwen’s back tightened and her thighs quivered. She had cum again as well, and powerfully. It had silenced her, caught her breath, and tensed all her muscles and simply would not relent. When it all came crashing down, Gwen’s body fell limp. She gave out completely.

Milkie seemed to have the wind taken out of him as well. He was weakened, forced to take a moment to keep his head from spinning. Slowly, he parted from Gwen. It was awkward and stiff, but soon his cock slid out completely, a rush of cum right behind it, spilling liberally between Gwen’s legs. He propped himself up, sitting to look at his sister-in-law as she lay still, her snow-white hair matted with sweat. Curiously he peered over her shoulder, and found her eyes closed. She’d been worked over so hard, she’d passed out.

“G-Gwen?” Fraise crawled onto the bed, her considerable size sinking into the mattress somewhat. She tenderly placed her hand on her wife’s head and stroked her hair. “Darling?”

“Out cold,” Milkie said, “That’ll happen when you don’t get any for years.” He winked as Fraise looked to him, and he smiled. “If she isn’t pregnant from that, I’d be surprised. I guarantee that you have a kid in there. At least one. At the very, very least.”

“Jeez, yeah…” Fraise said, pressing a hand gently against her wife’s swollen middle.

“Whaddya think?” Milkie asked.

Fraise paused, sitting up, looking over her wife at her brother, who sat there so casually with his cock sticky with his own cum and Gwen’s mixed on. His dick was still hard, just idly twitching, occasionally spilling a fresh dollop of spunk down onto the bed. Her eyes locked on to that tool she had just watched knock her wife up. She knew it would do a good job, that’s why she picked Milkie to do the deed, but she hadn’t expected that it would be like that. In fact, she hadn’t expected to watch at all.

She bit her lip and dragged it beneath her bucked teeth to plump back out, shining. Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ll tell you what I think…”

…

Gwen had no idea how long she was out, but she awoke to a sound she really, really loved.

“Mrrph!”

Dazed, she opened her eyes. Her body felt absolutely obliterated. She hadn’t felt such slack in her limbs since she was running PE in school. She rolled over onto her back and could feel the sticky sludge all around her. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingers, flexing them to play with the excessive stands of cum that got stuck between them. Perking up, she looked at her swollen gut. She really had been flooded with cum! She could still feel it inside her.

“Mrn! Hnnff…”

That sound was Fraise, moaning, but it was muffled.

She looked over to see Fraise seated upon the bed on her knees. She’d stripped off her clothes, and was in her full, giant, naked glory. Her massive boobs surged out in front of her, and between them was Milkie. He stood on her lap, and his legs had to be crammed between her heaving bosom for the express purpose of getting close enough to her front so that he could ram his member down her throat. He held her head by the braids in her hair, pulling on them like the rope they resembled to yank her into throating his cock, which bulged her neck around the shape of the swollen shaft. Fraise gulped and swallowed around it dutifully, her eyes closed as she was used that way. Though, perhaps “used” wasn’t the most appropriate term… Her hands were squeezing Milkie’s ass, and it was obvious that she was manipulating him just as eagerly as he was to her, by pulling his hips to pump his cock into her own mouth shamelessly. Her arms, her chin, all smothered by Milkie’s enormous, laden nuts. Gwen couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped aloud.

This got Fraise’s attention. She opened her eyes and glanced over at Gwen, soon putting herself to work getting Milkie’s cock out of her face. She did this easily – when she grabbed his hips and pulled him out, he had tried to keep himself buried inside but couldn’t manage it. She was just too strong, and with one long, lewd slurp, his cock flopped out of her mouth, spit-shined and cleaned. “Oh, Gwen! You’re awake!” She said, wiping drool of her chin. “Are you alright? You were out for a while.”

“F-Fraise?” Gwen sputtered, “What are you…?!”

Fraise glanced at Milkie’s cock, then back at Gwen. “I’m suckin’ his dick, obviously!”

Gwen was flabbergasted. “I can see that!” She said, “Why?!”

Fraise seemed confused. “You looked like you had so much fun getting fucked by my brother…” She said, only for Milkie’s cock to rudely jab her cheek. Fraise paused and looked up at Milkie, who was eagerly pumping his hips in a desperate attempt to continue what they were doing. He was panting, flustered, and obviously horny. Fraise sighed and pushed him back, dislodging him from her cleavage before she scooped her enormous breasts up using her whole two arms. She mashed them together and held them up, presenting them to Milkie. Milkie dropped down, pressed his palms into the enormous, snow-white globes, and then quickly thrust his cock in between them. His hips clapped against Fraise’s giant boobs as he humped away, and Fraise shuddered as she made sure his cock was squished as hard as possible between them. Her super strength made her titty-fuck tighter than any titty-fuck had any right to be, and Milkie moaned his approval of it.

Fraise shivered, her face flush and her big, fat pink nipples jutting out in excitement. They drooled milk in streams down the curves of her bust, dripping onto the bed. “A-Anyway, it looked fun!” Fraise said, “So it’s my turn to play with it now!”

Gwen’s attention was stolen by Fraise’s gigantic breasts and how they looked even bigger swelling out around her own arms and smothering Milkie’s hips like that. Seeing the milk flowing freely from them, she licked her lips. Eventually, however, after several moments of watching those huge hooters bounce and shake, she tore her attention away and looked at her wife’s face again. “But that wasn’t… He was only supposed to do me and that’s it!”

Milkie chuckled amid his panting breaths. “Someone sounds jealous,” he said.

Gwen glared at him. “But she doesn’t like men!”

Fraise furrowed her brow. “I never said that,” She said, “And neither did you. Was he really that good?”

Gwen blushed scarlet. “T-That’s not what I mean!” She protested, “And… what do you mean?!”

“I never said I didn’t like men,” Fraise elaborated, “In fact, when you first hooked me up with that guy in school? I loved dick! Being fucked felt sooooo good! Dick’s awesome!”

Gwen seemed to be overwhelmed, so Fraise smiled at her while still getting her cleavage pounded head-on by Milkie. “… I just, well… if you didn’t like boys, I wasn’t going to bring them home or anything,” Fraise explained, “You seemed bothered, so I just stuck with girls!”

Milkie grunted, squeaking out in pleasure. His cock pushed up from Fraise’s cleavage, and Fraise glanced at the swollen head of it as it rose from her titty-chasm like Godzilla from the sea. She quickly lifted her arms, pressing her elbows tightly against her breasts to keep them together, and dipped her head down to attack that pre-squirting tip with her tongue. “Ahhhnmm,” She moaned, beginning to offer drooling slurps as her nimble tongue danced around Milkie’s glans every time he thrust forward and shoved it toward her face.

“W… W… Was this your plan?!” Gwen stuttered.

“Noh. Ahh, slllrp!” Fraise answered, her mouth wide open and her tongue still working, “Ih justh hawwen.”

She pulled back to regain full use of her mouth. “It just happened,” She repeated, “I’d never seen you cum so hard before. I wanna cum super hard, too!”

“Hngh, god, these giant tits…!” Milkie moaned, “Fuck, Fraise…!”

He hadn’t given her enough warning, and no sooner had the words left his mouth, he’d tensed up and started cumming. He blasted from his cock right up into Fraise’s face, hosing her features down in a ridiculous amount of spunk in even the mere second it took her to latch down on his tip to get a mouthful. It gushed and sloshed into her cheeks, puffing them out like balloons, and Gwen watched her throat undulate as she busied herself guzzling it down. It was a loud series of heavy gulps, and Milkie rose when Fraise gripped his shaft and used her hands to help wring it out. She pumped him like soft serve into her mouth, cum gushing from her lips and pouring down her chin even as she inhaled it like she had so much food to fuel her giant body. Gwen stared in mouth-wide awe, watching Milkie’s cock flex eagerly, hearing his cum splash around in Fraise’s cleavage like he was pressure-washing her tongue, watching as his nuts tightened against his body and force-fed Fraise buckets of jizz.

Fraise had always been good at a few things – only two of them happened to be eating and holding her breath. She had an inhuman endurance and stamina for either thing. She had spent ages underwater just to prove she could do it once. She could have held her breath even while jizz was starting to come out her nose for a good, long while… but she elected to withdraw instead. When she did, Milkie’s hot nut shot out into the air in a thick, heady stream of cock-cream that rained down over Fraise’s “side” of the massive bed, at least until she shoved Milkie’s entire length of cock back between her breasts and simply let him cum in there.

Her cleavage was flooded quickly. It wasn’t long before a rising tide of cum appeared from her topside and began pouring out in every direction over her tits. Likewise, her underboob began leaking like a faulty ceiling, dumping thick, hot globs of jizz down over her lap and thighs. She all-too-casually rolled and mashed her breasts around Milkie’s cock to milk it all out, her face flush and her chest heaving as she panted with excited, gasping breaths. She joyously experienced every twitch, every throb of Milkie’s cock, and every cumshot it offered. One after another, after another, after another, after another…

It was minutes, without a doubt. Cum was strewn everywhere, forming a thick layer of it over Fraise’s now dripping, mammoth bust. She sat with a pool of it over and between her thighs and spread around her on the bed. “Wow…” She said, dragging her fingers along the topside of her breasts, gathering up thick cum and squishing it between her digits. “You cum like a fire hydrant, Milkie!”

“H-Heh, I try…” He said, “You really can wring ‘em, Fraise. You squeezed it outta me like you were juicing an orange!”

Fraise beamed proudly. “Heh heh…” She boasted, “My titties can squeeze the cum out of everything, no matter what!”

“Anyway!” The mouse continued, “Come over here, Gwen, and help me out!”

Gwen was about to ask how she might do that when Fraise grabbed her and pulled her in close. They kissed, with Fraise leading the embrace to a deeper, more sensual place. The side of her cum-soaked boob mashed against Gwen’s body as her tongue probed her lips, and they shared a deep, intimate, albeit brief lip-lock. When Fraise pulled back, she laid back on the bed and guided Gwen to take a seat right on top of her chest. The hefty blue skunk found herself sitting on Fraise’s chest nearer her collar, the mouse’s giant, sticky breasts jutting up before her and squeezed somewhat by Gwen’s thighs. Milkie just watched the bedroom gymnastics they were performing just to get Gwen clumsily into position. Once she was settled, Fraise gave her wife’s butt a swat. “Now, hold my legs up!” She said, lifting her long legs up into the air, “And hold me open!”

Gwen blushed heavily but did as she was asked. She pulled back on Fraise’s legs to bring them closer to her chest, keeping them spread in a wide V so that she was totally exposed to Milkie. Fraise’s pussy wasn’t quite as chubby as Gwen’s. It was pronounced slightly, of course, but it looked smaller, tighter… and if her inner muscles were as strong as the rest of her, no doubt she was tighter than nearly any being imaginable. Milkie stared between Fraise’s legs, his cock twitching and bobbing as it throbbed in anticipation of filling up his giant of a sister. Fraise got comfortable, hardly batting an eye. She was fearless. “Now,” She said, “I’m going to stay back here and play with my beautiful mother-wife’s big, fat butt! All I expect you to do is give me what you gave her.”

Milkie and Gwen shared a look between them, before Milkie just laughed. He gave a faux salute. “As you command, big n’ beautiful.”

Fraise giggled, delighted that she had wrested charge from Milkie over the whole ordeal. Of course, she was well within her rights. She had organized the whole thing! Milkie wouldn’t even have been there if it weren’t for her! The way she saw it, she’d done him a favour. He was the first male in many years to tap her wife – she’d earned a little something for her generous charity. “Then get going!” She said, “And you better fuck me harder than you’ve fucked anyone ever before!”

She then buried her face in her wife’s ass and seeing as how Gwen gasped sharply in an instant, it was obvious she’d wasted no time. Fraise lovingly and adoringly slurped along her wife’s pucker and nuzzled in deep between her enormous ass cheeks, her tail whipping around as she pulled her legs apart a bit further and wiggled in place. She was ready to start.

Milkie smiled, albeit a bit lopsidedly, unable to believe the opportunity that had been put before him. Not only was he going to fuck his little sister – the skinny little mouse he’d known with the giant hooters, whom he’d always wanted to get a paizuri service from… but it was in such an erotic situation! To see Gwen spreading Fraise’s legs apart, and Fraise’s giant boobs all mashed between them, it was something he hadn’t thought up in his wildest dreams. A shudder ran through Milkie’s body as he suddenly felt anxious. He could feel it in his thighs, mostly, and at the root of his tailbone. Excitedly, he dropped into position and took his cock in both hands. He mashed it against Fraise’s presented pussy, so firmly that it squished tight, bending just a touch. Fraise’s hips bucked upward at the contact, the simplest touch. That motion rocked Gwen backward and forward again, reminding her and Milkie both that they were playthings to Fraise, if she flexed a little muscle.

She’d told him to go hard, and so once he was lined up, he let gravity guide him inside. He thrust forward, and in one stroke he’d smacked balls against her butt and turned her narrow waist and well-defined abs into a tube-like protrusion created by his cock. Fraise muffled a scream beneath her wife, and her entire body clamped up. Milkie tensed up too, the sudden, impossible clenching on his dick seeming to shock him back just as hard. He cried out as well and grabbed Fraise’s legs alongside Gwen’s just to keep himself from collapsing on top of the two of them.

“Hnnah~” Milkie shivered. It wasn’t just that Fraise could squeeze tight, but it was like that tight pussy was trying to twist his cock to wring him out like a towel. Her muscles inside were doing some phenomenal things. She milked his cock just by flexing. Her thighs, her abs, everything. Milkie could watch her abdomen clench around him, and that seemed to strangle his cock in a slick, hot, submission hold for a few seconds before releasing. It made Milkie’s entire body shake. He didn’t even have to thrust in order to feel such ecstasy… and yet, Fraise demanded it. Her pussy was sucking him in, seemingly encouraging him to pump. Whatever confidence he’d had over Gwen was lost against Fraise. His expression melted into one of orgasmic bliss, and he almost weakly began to pump his hips, rolling them to thrust.

“Mmph!” Fraise moaned from beneath her wife, her hips pumping up demandingly. Gwen shuddered atop her, and she looked back slightly and lifted her tail out of the way. “F-Fraise, I think you’re going to rip it off!” She said, “R-Relax!”

Fraise responded by swatting her wife’s ass. It looked like an easy motion, but the resounding crack of her hand against that fatty tissue sounded like she’d set off a firework. Gwen squealed and tensed up rigidly, tightening up and bearing the brunt of a sudden orgasmic rush before coming back down. Milkie watched this, then closed his eyes tight and took a harder grip onto Fraise’s calves to start giving it his all. He went from slow, gentle thrusts into something like a piston press, like he was trying to grind her pelvis into dust. Fraise cried out underneath Gwen’s ass, and her own body convulsed as waves of her first orgasm crashed down upon her. Her juices gushed out over Milkie’s crotch and hips rather liberally.

Fraise hefted Gwen easily and dropped her down again so that her nose was buried against the skunk’s pudgy pussy lips. She dove right into it eagerly, spearing her tongue between Gwen’s folds and beginning to explore inside, though she knew all the best places in there. Gwen gasped and started to pant, her hips beginning a circular churning motion all on their own, her tail flitting about as she was teased. Gwen, for her part, kept Fraise’s legs up, though she was convinced it was more for show than it was for anything else and that Fraise was holding them there easily on her own.

Milkie’s hot, swollen cock plunged into his sister’s depths time and again, weighty clopping sounding out throughout the room, with undertones of wet jizz slushing between the two of them. Fraise’s slender tummy was far more vulnerable to Milkie’s excessive production of thick pre, like an orgasm all its own. Almost the second it began pumping into her like a hose, her toned abs steadily vanished beneath the fat, squishy softness of a liquid-stuffed belly.

Fraise underwent several climaxes, each one seeming more intense than the last, ones that made her writhe around, swinging both Gwen and Milkie around. They couldn’t move in any way she deemed unfit, meanwhile they bounced, bucked, and swayed with her slightest inclination. Each time she would cum, she would clamp down on Milkie so hard, it ironically made him feel as if his flow was stemmed. His massive nuts felt all sorts of backed up by her sixth orgasm, so much so that he was struggling to ignore the pleasure of feeling his dick getting practically strangled by her insides just so he could get off faster. He wanted to rush it, and so he began wantonly slamming his hips with wild abandon. Fraise seemed to love it, her toes curling up so tight, one would swear she could have pressed diamonds between them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Milkie cried, and then he bellowed out a heavy, loud moan as he finally hit the orgasm he so desperately sought. For the effort, it seemed to erupt inside Fraise all the harder. A heavy, gushing BLORT blew her belly up like a balloon as his thick cream rushed into her womb. Fraise’s eyes shot open and she swung her legs around Milkie, the sudden movement throwing Gwen forward toward him, crashing them together as Fraise pulled him tight against her with her long, strong legs so there was no chance of getting away. Milkie and Gwen collided, as both of their bodies trembled in orgasm. Their lips met, and they sloppily kissed, panting like desperate animals through their noses just to keep their breath while they drooled over one another’s faces.

“AWH, YEAH!” Fraise cried out, energetic and proud, “Hnnnngh!” Her belly swelled out and out with cum, the thick sludge chugging into her body, causing her tummy to swell and inflate and crowd against her giant breasts. She was becoming a mass of mouse beneath and between her wife and brother – tits, cum-swollen gut, and long, strong limbs. She’d taken so much more than Gwen had, gallons of the stuff it seemed, before her body couldn’t hold anymore and it began back-splashing around Milkie’s hips and thighs. It wasn’t long before Milkie and Gwen were slumped against one another, just riding out their respective orgasms, intensely cum-drunk.

Fraise moaned out her utter satisfaction as her thighs clenched, her heels pushing on Milkie’s backside to squeeze him deep and doing so hard enough that she’d popped his lower back several times. When the crashing waves of bliss finally seemed to let up, she dropped her legs back onto the bed and lay sprawled out beneath them, panting. “Nnnnh… Now I’m pregnant too…!” She said, “Mmmf…”

Gwen pawed at Milkie’s shoulders, just so she could sit up and pry their faces apart. Strands of drool connected them. “T… That… wasn’t… supposed to… happen…” She panted hard.

“Yeah…” Milkie huffed. He began to withdraw with urgency, but Fraise snapped to attention quickly, and Milkie found himself pulled hard back inside. He stumbled forward and bonked into Gwen again, the two of them grousing as they held to one another, just trying not to let their bodies move too loosely and knock around together.

“Noooo, no way…!” Fraise said, “I want more! We’re already this far, let’s make sure!”

“I think… I’m getting tired…” Milkie said, “I don’t think I can feel my dick…”

“Well!” Fraise said, “It can feel meeee~ Mmn, keep going!”

…

After hours of varied positions between the three of them, Milkie found himself pulled up against Fraise’s body as she sat up on the edge of the bed. She had her arms wrapped around him, one keeping him locked close to her, smothering his torso between her tits. The other was moving his hips for him with a full-palm grip on his ass. She’d kept him from just collapsing on the floor and had been using him like a toy for several minutes. Her nectar dribbled off the side of the bed and onto the floor in an amount not insignificant, proving Milkie’s massive balls weren’t the only thing capable of making a mess. Fraise was drooling, gushing cum, and squirting milk from her nipples – her nipples looking extra swollen atop puffed up areola, with little teeth marks on them. Gwen drank her fill until it had been pouring down her neck and chest. Now, as Milkie was forced to yet another orgasm, she was getting hosed in his sticky, flooding load as it gushed from between them, as she sat on the floor behind Milkie and tended to his balls with her mouth and hands.

The room had cum everywhere and was rank with the stuff. It was all over the bed, yes, and by then it was on the walls, hanging off the lamps, all along the ceiling, and had drained into numerous puddles around the bed as it spilled off. Milkie had been made to cum a staggering twelve times, and it showed not only in the state of the room, as his hot seed was flowing out the door and into the rest of the house, but on Fraise and Gwen as well. Their bodies were massively glutted with the stuff. It pumped out of their pussies like crazy, and even so, there was more in them than what got out. Milkie was slackened, still conscious, but beyond well-worked. Fraise hadn’t been terribly gentle. His body was starting to ache and feel spongy.

When their climaxes passed, Fraise basked in the afterglow of it. Milkie raggedly did his best to catch his breath, and Gwen nuzzled and nosed into Milkie’s heavy, low-hanging, overstuffed nutsack shamefully. At that point she’d given up even trying to pretend she didn’t love it. She was just embarrassed that she’d taken such a turn that felt beyond her control. What had happened to her?? Somehow, it was all Fraise’s fault… but she couldn’t imagine for the life of her why she might be mad. There was new life in her, and in Fraise. She felt heavy with it already.

They were all pulled apart when Fraise picked Milkie up and dropped him onto the bed. He landed with a splat, cum rolling out from under him. His make-up was messed up, his hair was slick with seed, and his fur was matted. He looked like a drowned rat. Fraise left him there, and for the first time in a while he felt cool air hit his skin. It made him shiver like he was caught out in the tundra.

“O-Oogh…” He groaned, “T… This is… hhff… whew!”

His ears swivelled up when he heard hard-pressed lips sucking air past themselves. Those lips were attached to his nuts, one each. He lifted his head, blinking his eyes to focus on the wife pair as they suckled and lapped over his life-giving, virile pair. He breathlessly moaned, and his cock – which had actually been flagging – began to pulse and pump and rise again.

“Now that you’ve knocked us both up,” Fraise said, “You need to take responsibility.”

“Uuugh…” Milkie said, “I was g-gonna… ahn!”

Gwen had gently punched his sac between her teeth, and then lapped over where she’d bitten. “T-That’s right,” She said, looking up past his rising spire toward his face. “Two heavily pregnant women… we can’t be expected to just take care of ourselves!”

“Uhh…?” Milkie’s dopey expression reflected his feelings on the matter.

“We’ll need someone to help us clean!” Fraise said.

“And run our errands.” Gwen added.

“And get food for our cravings!”

“And tend to our… various needs.”

“And I hope you like foot rubs! Giving them, of course!”

Milkie dropped his head back with an exhausted groan. “You guys signed those papers!” He said, “I-I don’t have to do all that.”

“Oh, come on,” Fraise snickered, “I’m as dumb as bricks and even I know those aren’t legally binding.”

“We have ways of making you comply…” Gwen teased.

The two of them flattened their tongues against Milkie’s cock, and traaaaailed them up, dragging them from base to tip. They kissed the left and right of his glans, suckling on them and prying off with a pop. The mouse almost hoarsely groaned, his sore cock twitching eagerly for more.

“O-Okay! Okay!!” Milkie surrendered, “Fine! Just… mmf… you two are gonna repay me for it.”

Fraise looked to Gwen and grinned. “Of course!” She said.

Gwen nodded in agreement. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for…”

Pressing their cheeks to either side of Milkie’s cock, they nuzzled it.

“Just be a good Daddy to the kids!” They said, “Daaaaddy~”

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