Riven leaned back in her office chair, giving a small sigh as she did so. It was getting to be late in the morning and her inbox was mostly cleared, so she felt she had earned a quick break from the grind. She laced her fingers, giving a stretch and cracking her knuckles at the same time as she looked around her office. It was nice, her recent promotion had earned a comfortably spacious room with a nice desk and space for a small library of books on the shelves. Rather traditional, for most offices, but that was what upper management at Breeder Corp was like. At least the benefits were good - she could afford certain luxuries that would be hard to come by otherwise.
Her reverie was interrupted by a pang of need from down below. She groaned as she realized that while absorbed in paperwork she had let her needs go unanswered for several hours at this point. She grabbed her phone from where it lay face-down on her desk and navigated to her messaging app.
Gonna need some quick relief - I’m pretty backed up. She typed, then sent it off with a quick tap. One of her maids would surely respond soon, she knew, and as she settled into her chair she surreptitiously adjusted the portal device attached to her groin. Not 5 minutes later, she was greeted with the feeling of a tight pussy sliding down one of her fat horsecocks, eagerly squeezing and milking her for her potent baby batter.
“Ah, Miss Novinia - your 11:45 is here.” The voice of the young kitten assigned as her secretary came through the small, slightly tinny speaker on her desk. Riven cursed internally - she had forgotten about the 11:45 - it was a meeting with a representative from an up-and-coming business that Breeder Corp was very interested in hashing out a deal with.
It was a bit too late to ask the maids to cancel the relief session, she knew - if she stopped now her blue balls would be even worse. Instead, trying to keep her tone from betraying that anything was going on, she pressed the reply button on the intercom.
“Y-yes, thank you Felicity, please send them in.” She managed, then released the button and groaned softly as another cock was wrapped in warm tightness.
It was a few moments later that the door crept open and a short mouse girl poked her head in. “Hey! I’m Lola, here on behalf of Geneti-luxe? We’re all really excited about this contract.” She said, probably hoping to butter Riven up. Her target, however, was a little preoccupied.
“Haah, yeah, please have a seat.” Riven gestured to one of the plush chairs opposite her desk, hoping Lola would be too preoccupied to notice her trembling hands. As the girl entered the room fully, it was clear that she was the perfect little shortstack - she practically spilled out of her tight suit, probably thanks to her company’s gene mods. Riven bit her lip, partly in appreciation of the sight in front of her, and partly thanks to yet another of her cocks being plunged into a wonderfully tight slut’s cunt on the other end of the portal. “So, Lola, are you familiar with what we do here?” She asked, as nonchalantly as possible.
“Well I know you’re partly a fertility clinic, but that can’t explain all this.” Lola gestured around at the lavish office space. “So clearly there’s more to this business plan.”
Riven laughed at this, but cut it a bit short as her hips involuntarily BUCKED under the desk, causing a quiet thunk as things shifted slightly. Trying to cover the sounds, she quickly continued. “Well, you’re right there. We offer all kinds of services, particularly for people willing to experience… more unique pleasures.”
Lola looked her in the eye, putting on a serious expression. “Now, Miss Novinia - I hope you don’t take me for some prude. You can be frank about what it is you’re offering.”
“Hmm, well, if you’re certain.” Said Riven with a sly grin. She gestured to a display, mounted to one wall of the office. With the push of a key on her computer, a slideshow began. “We - nnnf -  offer all kinds of services. Fertility treatment, yes, but we can also provide pregnancies to those who are interested…” 
An image appeared, depicting a curvy fennec fox absolutely bloated with cum, a trail of semen leading from her well-used cunt to a smiling hyper herm in the foreground, whose cock was dripping with cum. She was wearing a jacket with the Breeder Corp logo - and nothing else. “And, of course, if you’re more interested in - haah - doing the breeding than being bred, we have plenty of options there as - mmm - well.”
The image that came next showed a line of hefty asses sticking out through a wall, cum dripping from each plump pussy. A few still had customers standing behind them, hyper-hung herms desperately thrusting into genetically-enhanced wombs.
“And, last but not least, our lineup of - fuck yes - nurseries.” Riven finished, panting slightly. This time it was not an image, but a video feed. In the foreground were clearly cribs, but in the back was something strange. Fur-colored pillars, dozens of them, reached up to the strangely high ceilings of the nursery.
Riven grinned, not even trying to hide her arousal now. “Mmmh, this is my personal nursery, installed as an add-on to my mansion. Haaah, oh fuck. Every little girl in there is one of mine.”
Lola quirked her head in confusion, pointing to the rear of the room. ”I have to admit, Miss Novinia, I don’t fully understand what I’m seeing here.”
“Hah, well, I’m a little more gifted even than most hypers, you see. A side-effect is that I need - hhhhh god yes - more relief than usual. And what better place to find that than with my little girl’s fresh pussies?” She asked, giggling.
The realization took Lola a second, but eventually she gasped, pointing at the pillars. “You mean-”
“Those are my dozens of hyper-potent, 30-foot horsecocks, buried deep in the pussies of my hours-old baby daughters who I’m using as my personal cocksleeves? Exactly~” Riven purred, moaning as her hips bucked and all of the cocks on screen throbbed in unison. 
The camera cut to a closer shot, where the distinctive glow of a portal could be seen, and dozens of little newborn rabbit girls were panting and moaning as they were completely stretched by Riven’s incredible dicks! Automated arms grabbed them around the waist and pumped them up and down by almost a dozen feet at a time, using the tiny baby bodies like living onaholes for Riven’s endowments.
Another throb ran through the thick pillars of meat, and suddenly a little box appeared in the lower right-hand corner of the feed. A circular icon next to a number - 53. Lola gasped. “My goodness! Is that what I think it is?”
“Pregnancy counter? Mmhm~!” Riven replied, her hips bucking and grinding involuntarily despite the fact that it wouldn’t actually allow her to thrust into her baby’s cunts any faster.
“Gosh, that many from just one orgasm…” Lola said, in awe.
“Orgasm? Of course not! That was just precum~” Riven giggled at the look on her cute client’s face. “Nnngh, you’re in for a treat once I cum for real~” she moaned, before tensing up and bucking her hips hard as on screen the live feed showed her cocks throbbing and pulsing with vigor. “Haah, won’t be long now, though~! Cummminnnng~!”
Riven’s cries were powerful, reflecting the sheer scale of her orgasm! On screen, gallons upon gallons filled the newborn wombs, the stretched forms of Riven’s little girls ballooning in size with each thick gush of their mother’s cream~!
The pregnancy counter was whizzing through numbers - the first few hundreds cleared in a matter of moments, and then blasting past the thousands shortly afterwards! The camera had to quickly cut once more to the wide shot as the close up was completely smothered in baby flesh. Riven’s tremendous load had quickly turned her precious daughters into drooling condoms bloated to the absolute limit with thick, virile jizz!
“MMMMH~! Fucking love making a whole new batch of living fleshlights before the current one is even a day old~!” Riven moaned and she watched the number of pregnancies break 5,000 less than a minute after she started cumming. “We keep a few hundred in the nursery to use to breed the next batch, and the rest are supplied to Breeder Corp as surrogate wombs.” Riven explained, as her orgasm continued to rage onscreen. “Haaah~ the more inbred they get the better they are as breeding sluts, so the company is more than happy to pay for my personal nursery~” she giggled, hips still grinding against her chair. “I must be a few hundred generations in at this point, and I've only been here a year! They - fuck, that’s it - just love me in manufacturing.” She giggled, moaning once more as her orgasm seemed to double in intensity rather than trailing off. Once more, the number of pregnancies skyrocketed, blowing past the tens of thousands mark easily, and the bloated wombs of Riven’s daughter’s covering even the distant, wide-angle camera in cream-colored fur.
“So,” Riven said, panting and moaning, “Any questions?”
Lola looked from the feed to Riven and back again. Ever since Riven had reveled the incredible potency of even her precum, she had been jilling off the entire time. “Just one,” she said, interrupted by a gush of juices squirting from under her skirt as she bit her lip in orgasm. With one soaked, trembling finger, she pointed at the screen, now just the monotone cream of cub fur. “How do I sign up?”
Riven grinned. This deal was working out even better than she hoped.