On the ancient, off-white CRT monitor, Alex watched his instructional orientation video through a film of static-clinged dust thick enough to dye his finger grey. A video with interlaced bars of static played out on the screen. A young stallion’s bloodflow-defying cock slammed roughly against the wrinkled cunt of a lucky old woman. It was interrupted by a calm, pleasant, feminine voice:

“As someone in the 99.99th percentile in virility, you’ve been selected to perform community service at Greenwood Retirement Community. Your impressive ability to stay hard in even the most trying of conditions has landed you in a place where you can use your natural talents to make sure everyone in our community receives the pleasure they deserve.”

Alex glanced out the office door as orderlies pushed older men and women around the building. The residents could be heard complimenting the workers’ hairstyles and clothing, and insulting the poor service in the same breath. He glanced back to the screen, where a large-breasted woman stood beside a progression of graphs and charts. They seemed to show correlations between the age of residents of assisted living homes and the efficacy of in-home breeding programs to improve their quality of life.

“As you’ve probably already noticed, many of our residents have very few visitors. Your test has landed you in the lucky position of working with our oldest and most isolated residents. Many of these women have outlived their families, and have been kept here for a very long time. We pride ourselves on giving our residents exactly what they need, so we recruit people like you to help with their innermost needs.”

The screen switched to a bar graph that summarized common family complaints in elder care.

“Every one of them has a special story of their own, but the majority of the families bring their loved one to our home because they simply are unable to care for their hygiene and diet. Many are also brought to us because they have an insatiable sexual need that the family is unable or unwilling to give. Because lucky studs like you can stay hard in nearly any circumstance, we match you to the ones in the most dire of situations. Not only do these poor women have little to no visitors, they’re so large that they aren’t able to participate in our usual activities. So we have created a host of sexual programs they can enrol into to encourage them to get involved. Many have been unable to bear children or grandchildren, due to natural circumstances or to being undesirable due to their massive size, advanced age, and poor sexual health.”

The graphs faded away, and the screen switched to a close-up of the lady’s face as she signed off. “This brings us to the end of our orientation. Please feel free to bring yourself to orgasm while these images play so you can become acclimatized. My name is Lacy, and I’ll also be your supervisor for this summer. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for becoming a part of our team!”

Cheerful stock music, complete with ukulele strumming and pleasant melodic whistling, played in the background as pictures of very old women with faded hair and liver spots passed by. A mixture of cum and yellowy discharge flowed out of their blown-out pussies. Next to them, young studs of all different kinds of species packing pseudo-hyper cocks anywhere from the size of two-litre bottle to a large oxygen canister stood next to them, smiling and half-hard. They all looked exhausted, and the women supremely satisfied. 

The monitor blinked off as Alex felt a wave of pleasure rush through him. Looking down, he saw Lacy on her knees, deepthroating his gargantuan member with ease. She had settled down there a short while before the film began, and he just remembered. He closed his eyes, re-imagining the slideshow that just passed, and shot a thick, creamy load down Lacy’s throat. She swallowed it down like she had trained herself to do for each applicant. She stood up, wiping whiteness from her lips.

“So!” she began. “Do you have any questions before you go meet Jasmine?”

Alex looked down at his softening cock. “Uh, yeah...I could use a quick break first!.”

“Sure, sure! Just let me get you a drink...”

Lacy walked through the office, past the adjacent break room and into the attached kitchenette. She pulled out a clear glass mug and held it up to one of her puffy nipples, fixing a thumb and forefinger along the sides and giving it a squeeze and a tug. Jets of ice cold milk ran out her breast as she massaged it, and it quickly filled the glass. She brought her nipple up to her lips to lick up any remaining milk and then returned into the office, placing the drink on Alex’s desk. As he brings the mug up to his lips, Lacy stepped back and pulled out a whiteboard with a calendar scribbled on it.

“Alright...so just to go over your schedule one last time: You’re going to be here Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to start. They’ll be full days, and you’re going to be seeing four different ladies for two hours each.”

She turned around and flipped the whiteboard on its spinning axis. Her supple butt jiggled, straining against the seat of her beige slacks. Four portraits were laid out next to each other:

Name	Jasmine	Samantha	Melinda	Dollie	
Age	88	93	98	102	
Height (cm)	150	165	142	169	
Weight (kg)	305	360	280	420	
BMI	136	132	140	147	
STDs/Other conditions	Herpes, HPV	Herpes, HPV, Syphilis, Hepatits B, HIV	Herpes, HPV, Syphilis, Hepatitis B, HIV, Gonorrhea, Trichomonaisis 	Herpes, HPV, Syphilis, Hepatits B, HIV, Gonorrhea, Pubic Lice, Genital Wards, Advanced Cognitive Decline (i.e. retardation)	
Schedule	8 AM – 10 AM	10 AM – 12 PM	1 PM – 3 PM	3 PM – 5 PM	
 
Alex lingered on her ass for just a second before snapping back into focus on taking note of his scheduled visits. 

“Remember Alex: 2 hours each, and make sure to come back in the office for a health check and for lunch after you’re done with Samantha. Jasmine’s just across the hall.” As he stood up, Lacy smacked him across the ass playfully. “Go get ‘em, Tiger!” He shuffled forward and out of the room from the impact.

The residents turned their heads and synchronously stared him down as he walked towards Jasmine’s room. 

They talked among themselves in hushed voices.

“Ooh, he’s such a handsome young man!” Said a sweet, old mouse lady, leaning over and whispering into her couchmate’s ear.

“Can’t wait to get an hour with him! Nurse! Is he open for service?” Called out another resident.

“Look at that package! Sure would love to get me some time alone with that...” A septuagenarian sloth  slowly licked her lips. 

The buck’s cock slowly hardened back up at all the attention, extending outward to its full length. In its turgid state, it shoots out from his body at a length that would nearly reach his forehead if he pulled it back straight. He reached the room labelled JASMINE. The old ladies around him started hooting and hollering:

“Woo!! Have a good time, Jasmine!”
“I got next!”
“Let’s lock ‘im in!”

He straightened his back, grasped the door handle, turned it, and walked inside.

Before him lied an extremely plush octogenarian hippopotamus woman facing away on her side. Two orderlies stood facing her.

“Now Jasmine, we’re going to have to turn you again so you don’t get bedsores. On 3.”

They heaved her body back and forth, building momentum as they counted up. 

“1...2...3!” 

At the same time they pushed with all their might as Jasmine put in the little effort that she could at her immense size to roll over. Their efforts proved successful, though, and soon the hippo lady was lying on her back. Fat rolls on her stomach and thighs spilled out over the sides of the bed as it struggled to contain her fat body. The orderlies inch their way between Alex and out the door, acknowledging him with a nod as they left.

The hippo slowly craned her neck, the small movement causing her to become slightly winded.

“Oh!” she called out excitedly. “How lovely to have a new visitor! They mustn’t have told me about you yet. What’s your name, young man?”

“A-Alex,” he stammered, a bit shocked by her appearance. “I’m here to service you this summer.”

“Oh, good! I’ve been under such a dry spell ever since I got hear...why don’t you come give gramma a nice smooch!”

Alex took careful steps toward her, still nervous for his first client of his first day. The moment he came within arm’s reach, she wrapped hers around his torso and pulled him in close, stuffing his face into her cleavage. His sense of smell was instantly assaulted with a thin aroma of stale moth balls that conflicted with his sense of arousal. His cock started drooping down as he began doubting his ability to perform in this role.

Jasmine started petting his head, pressing his body into her fat pillowy chest and stomach. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay...” she soothed. “It’s okay! Gramma’ll help you out and get you started today. Up!”

She reached down and lifted him by his armpits with what little strength she had in her sedentary old age. Alex helped her and shuffled upward, kneeling onto her chest. His legs sunk into her fat, comfortably locking him in place. There was enough cushion on her to easily support his whole body. His now half-hard 2-liter sized cock bounced against her nose. As the massive hippo opened her mouth, Alex looked over to the bedside table. A homemaking magazine sat on the corner, next to a small lamp. On top of the magazine was a small glass. A quiet pop could be heard under him as Jasmine removed her dentures and placed them in the glass.

Suddenly he felt an incredible soft, squishy sensation around the head of his cock. She sunk into him easily, gulping down half of his quickly hardening cock down her throat in one gulp. Her toothless mouth clamped down on him tight as can be as she gave him his first gumjob. He growled quietly, savouring the brand new sensation as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Her empty mouth gave a sensation that was better than most other normal blowjobs he could remember. After a few moments she popped off of him. His cock was now rock hard again, old-people-smell be damned.

She grabbed her dentures once again, patted them dry, and put them back in to keep talking. A mischievous grin suddenly grows on her face.

“Let’s get started, sweetheart, now that you’re all warmed up!”

Alex shuffled back, his knees splaying out over her cellulite-riddled legs. Jasmine lifted her overhanging belly up. Sticky, smelly strands of unwashed sweat dripped down.

“Sorry hun. I haven’t been given my sponge bath yet today!” she said with a smile.

The smell wafted upward into Alex’s nostrils. His face scrunched up as he looked down at her cunt. Her loose, crackled and dry pussy lips, damp with thick discharge, separate, a sour, smeggy scent combining with the musky sweat and grime already invading his senses.
“Now, don’t worry about being too big, honey. I’ve been around the block in my day!” 

He gagged, but he shook it away quickly and planted the head of his cock against her tight, dry opening. The sweat and discharge work as enough lube as he pushes his cock inside. It’s tight at first, but it doesn’t stretch her cunt out too much, to his disappointment. Clearly she’s had a lot of action in her time. As he pushed in completely, her cunt deep enough to take him to the hilt easily, her vaginal muscles continued to clamp down on him and milked his cock.

Despite her lack of exercise and muscular strength, he was suctioned inside her tightly. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to pull out at this point. With nowhere to go, he simply closed his eyes and focused on the sensations of all those experienced muscles massaging him.  Soon, he started to feel a slight burning sensation in the tip of his cock head. The rest of him felt good enough that he didn’t care, and he kept in mind that it was his civic duty to absorb any infections from the women. 

Minutes later, there’s a knock at the side of the open door. Two slightly younger, but still senior hippos poked their heads in. 

“Hi Jasmine! We were just—oh! Who’s this new friend of yours?”

Alex blushed at the attention. He was hoping there wouldn’t be any complications. But for some reason, having an audience excited him enough to where he could keep thrusting into her (or, at least, plugged in to the hilt and moving his hips around). 

“Edna! Mabel! So good to see you,” she answered brightly. “This is my new service stud, Alex. He just started today, and I’m his first! Look at how good of a job he’s doing!” 

The sisters walked in and sat down next to the bed. The three old ladies started cooing and praising Alex like he was a toddler learning how to walk, reaching up to ruffle his hair. The incessant teasing caused tingles of embarrassment and pleasure to ripple from his brain to his cock, and he instantly shot out long, thick ropes of cum.

“Awwww,” the ladies gushed over his premature orgasm. “Look at the little cutie! Cumming just from our talk!” They double down on their teasing. He kept cumming deep inside her, the sweet talk wiggling into his brain and linking his pleasure with this new situation. Jasmine’s fat belly forced his cock to stay hilted in completely. Nobody could even see it splurting out the sides of her old, loose pussy. Her already swampy crotch became even more caked in thick liquid, grime, and filth. All of the positive reinforcement around him served to keep him horny and virile. His brain tingled with every rope of cum he shot out, deepening his mental connections between these old ladies and his brain’s sexual circuitry. For a good half hour they sat and made small talk, catching up on life in and out of the nursing home. They continued to talk like he wasn’t even there, except for once in a while reaching up to ruffle his hair or make a minor reference to his half-dozen orgasms and counting. 

Edna and Mabel looked at each other. “Well, it was nice to chat with you again, Jasmine...do you think we’ll be seeing this nice young stud again, too?”

“Of course!” Jasmine replied excitedly. “He’s going to be here almost every day this summer, and around the time you normally come by!”
 
“Well, we can’t wait to get to know this cutie a little better! Maybe we can all have some fun together next week! You two have fun now!” 

They stood up, walked out the door, and disappeared down the hall.

Jasmine brought her flabby arms up and squeezed Alex in a big hug, burying him in a sea of saggy  flesh. His nose pressed right up against the bottom crease of her tit as he inhaled the filthy, greasy stench. He couldn’t help but feel his body get more into the smell with every orgasm. He’d been cumming practically non-stop since her friends starting teasing him. Only now was it starting to show on Jasmine’s massive body. Gallons upon gallons of cum only caused her massive stomach to bulge out a tiny bit.

Jasmine looked up at the clock and gasped. “It’s 5 to 10:00, sweetheart! Your time’s almost up!” 

She relaxed her cunt muscles, finally letting him cut loose and humped as hard as he can. For those last 5 minutes, he edged right to the cusp of orgasm, and at the stroke of 10:00 he hilted back in and his 12th and final orgasm exploded inside her, shooting rope after rope of cum into her revitalized pussy. She finally let go of him as he pulled his head off her sticky chest like velcro. He pulled his cock out of her and looked down. He saw his cum pouring out the opening, mixing with the yellow-green discharge and caramel-coloured sweat and crotch grease. As he stood up, getting ready to leave for his next client, Jasmine called out to him.

“You’re such a nice young man...so much better than the last boy who did this! You’re doing such a great service.” 

“Thanks, Jasmine!” he replied cheerfully. Two of the orderlies from earlier sidled past him. One quickly removed a bedpan underneath Jasmine’s obese butt that was filled to the brim with cum and other bodily discharge. The other took a quick swab of some of the dried piss on her crusty crotch. The small panel on the side of it slowly filled in a large red plus sign, confirming that Alex had indeed revitalized the old woman’s body. Whatever eggs she had left in her body were knocked loose and fertilized. 

When Alex arrived at Samantha’s room, she was nowhere to be found. A bit confused, he looked around for a moment in the hallway.

“Looking for me, stud?”

He turned around and saw the dragon, even heftier than his last partner, calling out to him from a sofa in the main living space. Despite her more advanced age, she seemed to have her wits about her more than most of the other residents.

“I saw ya on the schedule. It’s time. C’mere!” 

Alex obeys her, a little intimidated. Her casually dominant manner of speaking gets him hard once again.

She snapped her fingers at him.

“Down. Now.”

She shifted her attention to two orderlies and snapped again to get their attention. She pointed at her wide stomach, that took up the entirety of the retro paisley-patterned loveseat. Two workers grabbed a love handle each and lifted her fat stomach up out of the way. Alex knelt down, and was greeted by a cunt that made Jasmine’s look like she just got out of the shower. It dripped thick, viscous discharge into a widening damp stain on the couch. Splotches of infected tissue hung from her puffy, wrinkled cuntlips. 

This is so disgusting, Alex thought to himself. Why do I feel so...out of control? I shouldn’t like this. He took a deep breath inward. The new stench floated into his nostrils. It’s sour. It’s bitter. It’s so strong he could taste it before he even buried his snout in there. A thin veneer of perfume and the smell of baby wipes hovered on top of the disgusting scent.

Melinda grabbed the back of his head and jammed it in her hairy, droopy cunt. Her enormous labia nearly enveloped his head as the tip of his tongue barely reached the opening of her cunt. By the time she actually finished pressing him in under there, her lower lips have completely engulfed his head. 

She snapped again. The orderlies released their grip on her hips unceremoniously and hundreds of pounds of bellyfat came slamming down on his shoulders. The crushing weight threatened to force his snout inside. There was no way out for him; he would have his whole head buried in dragon cunt until she decided he’s done.

A bell dinged. Two support workers brought large plates filled with fatty, rich breakfast food on two extra-wide TV trays. On them were massive biscuits smothered in sausage gravy, a stack of several 12-inch wide, 3-inch thick pancakes, a small pile of flank steaks next to a half-dozen fried eggs, and a gigantic mug of coffee. The moment the last plate hit her tray, she bent over and began scarfing the food down like a feral animal. 

Meanwhile, Alex, stuck between her legs and pinned by her fat, licked away at her cunt. He could hardly breathe. Every once in a while, food that didn’t get into her maw slid down tits that sagged to the navel. The morsels tucked underneath her stomach and reached his lips. He moved his head around as much as he could in that position, enough to be able to reach all the folds in her old, crusty cunt, slurping up the yogurt textured mixture of discharge, sweat, grime, and half-eaten food.

As soon as he finished with one area, it seemed like even more accumulated everywhere else. Whenever she shifted her body, even slightly, her small movements caused even more stink to waft into his nose, and he gagged as he chewed. 

“Ugh...been eating a bit too fast...” he heard her say to a resident sitting next to her. “I think I’m getting a bit gassy.”

The buck’s heart skipped several beats. He wasn’t sure if he was aroused or disgusted by that idea.

Why is this happening? He asked himself once more. Why am I liking this?

As those thoughts kept rushing through is head, she leaned over to one side and let several fat, thick farts sputter out of her flabby ass. The massive amount of skin and fat hanging over her rear hole made the sound even louder and grosser. 

“Gotta make room...” she muttered to herself. She pressed down on her stomach to speed things along, inadvertently pushing Alex’s tongue towards her asshole and jamming his nose directly against her taint. His eyes watered, stung by the sour, smeggy, infected stench of her cunt. His nose was forced right up against where all of her worst scents converged and he was forced to inhale her unwashed, morbidly obese sweatmusk. His tongue pressed into her asshole, and he could feel it expanding and contracting as more thick sulfur-laden flatulence poured into his mouth. 

Still, his cock twitched. I don’t understand, he thought. Is this just how things are for me? Am I going to be forced to like this? Just soaking up all this filth and disease? I guess I don’t have a choice...so i might as well focus on what I like about it and try to enjoy it...

She finished her meal and leaned back. Most of his body was still hidden underneath her colossal overhanging stomach and between her cellulite-laden thighs. She turned her attention to the game show reruns playing on the TV.

Did...did she forget I was here?

The hour-long program played out as she digested her meal and continued to expel gas directly into Alex’s mouth. Through muffled gags, he continued to do his best to give her the oral pleasure she requested. Once again, she snapped her fingers. Orderlies quickly showed up on either side of her.

“Flip me over,” she commanded. 

“And make sure my filthbitch is still awake.”

As they heave over her titanic body, everyone in the room heard a wet schlorp. Her underbelly and taint disconnected from his body. Sticky, stinky strands of sweat, grime, and smeg dripped from his face. Being exposed to such a strong scent for such a long period of time made Alex dizzy, confused...and submissive.

“Climb on, stud,” she ordered, gesturing to her flabby ass, almost too wide for him to wrap his arms around. His virile, rock hard cock, however, was long enough to easily push through every layer of extra assmeat and taintflesh on the way to her cunt. He sunk his hands into her love handles to get a grip and they were basically absorbed in the rolls of fat. 

Alex brought his attention back down to his cock. It was still stinging slightly, and he grew concerned, but not enough to stop. He sunk down into her body as he slipped his leg-thick cock head into her. It was comfortable, if a bit smelly. As he began humping into her, he looked out into the lobby, curious to see what other activities were taking place at the retirement home. 

Some of the less heavy residents who were still able to move were doing a jazzercise class right in front of the TV. Down the hall and through an open door, eh could see a slightly less endowed stud being ridden by a relatively normal looking old lady. She might only have been a few hundred pounds. Pretty standard.

Powered by his lust, he was driven to do things and to fantasize about thing he never would have expected even a few hours ago. Just being in the presence of all of this filth while being so aroused was hijacking his sexual circuitry, and he got extremely curious. He spread apart her enormous ass cheeks to get a better grip. In doing so he came face to face with her horrid, shit-encrusted anus, peppered with pus-dripping warts.

My tongue was right up against that for the last hour, he thought to himself. And with that thought, he came. He seriously couldn’t believe how much he was getting turned on by this situation. She suctioned his cock to the hilt like the woman before her, until the slit of his cockhead kissed her cervix.  The action pulled his whole body forward, surprising him. He slipped and landed in her fat, grimy ass, spreading her musky stench all over his body and marking him with her ungodly stank. As he humps, and cums, again and again, the stinging sensation in his shaft became stronger and stronger. 

That feels...good, he realized. He began to crave even the pain from being exposed to so much infection. His precum thickened and with each cumshot, his load gradually turned from a creamy white to an off-colour, yellowy discharge. And rather than repulse him, realizing that extracted his tenth orgasm from this partner.

Samantha wound up and forced her ass backward with enough force to make him backpedal and force his cock out of her. Her tits sagged down nearly to the floor and flopped around like noodles. As Alex turned to break his fall, he saw Lacy watching from the hallway, smiling gently and making notes on her clipboard. As he lied on the floor looking up at her, his cock continued to spurt cum strong enough to barely kiss the roof, and then fall back down and paint his chest and face white.

“Thanks for such a great morning, stud!” called out Samantha, slapping him on the ass as he stood up and walked over to his boss bow-legged.

“I...really need a break,” he gasped to Lacy between breaths. 

They walked together into the break room where another cup of ice cold milk sat on the table. He grabbed it and immediately chugged it down like he just got out of the desert.

“This stuff’s so good,” he said. “Where do you get it?”

Lacy coyly circled a finger around the rim of her own glass. “It’s...a local place.” 

Alex glanced down at her chest. Were her nipples dripping? 

He shook his head. There was no way.

“Okay, now put your arm out and make a fist.” Lacy turned around and pulled a syringe out of a nearby drawer. “I’m just giving you a quick test.”

In a smooth, professional set of motions, she pricked his arm, drew out 2 vials of blood, placed them in the scanner, and threw the needle in the sharps container. Alex held a cotton ball to his arm to stem the blood flow. 

Instantly, the computer began showing a series of conditions that he’d contracted so far during his work day.

HERPES: POSITIVE
SYPHILIS: POSITIVE
HEPATITS B: POSITIVE
HPV: POSITIVE.

She scrunched her face in puzzlement and muttered to herself. “Hmm...only four...”

She turned back around and spoke with her usual cheerfulness. “Well, I’m sure with the next two you’ll have a great chance at making up for lost diseases! Don’t forget—you only get paid your stipend if you contract 10 or more.” 

Alex looked disappointed.

“It’s okay!” she replied, picking up on his dismay. “It’s only your first time, and eventually you’ll figure out how to fuck them and get as infected as you can!” Alex and Lacy sat around and made small talk as the rest of the lunch break passed by. Soon enough, he glanced up at the clock. 12:55. Time to get back to work.

“Her room’s the one on the far left. The wheelchair, in the corner. Can’t miss her. She’s always there.”

Alex walked over to Melinda’s room. When he opened the door, he saw a gigantic blob facing away from him in a custom-made wheelchair. Melinda sat in the corner of her bedroom, looking out her window pensively. The door creaked, and she reached her massive arms down to turn herself around and see her new visitor.

“Hi!” She greeted him cheerfuly. “You must be Alex. I’ve been waiting for you all day! They told me I would have a special visitor today, and...”

She glanced toward Alex’s crotch. He was already rock hard.

“Oh my, you look very special...” She licked her dry, cracked lips. “Now...let’s not beat around the bush. I’m old, and dry, and I haven’t felt my lower body in a good 25 years.”

She lifted her “paunch”, which in reality was so gigantic that it nearly outsized Alex’s whole body. Gossamer strands of sweat and body slime stretched and dripped. 
“So I’m going to need you to get me all warmed up. Wouldn’t you give me a few nice licks down there, sweetheart?”

Alex didn’t even hesitate. His recent experience with an old, crusty, infected cunt was enough to reprogram his brain to want that as a reflex. He walked (nearly skipped) forward, and dove directly into that swampy crotch with his tongue making instant contact with her yellow, chunky schmear. He revelled in her cunt more eagerly than any other action he’d taken that day, digging his tongue into every single crevice he found. He happily moved between her cunt and asshole, keeping her sweaty taint slick with spit. As he licked, his tongue brushed over the thin, pale white pubic and ass hairs that easily snapped off and got stuck on his tongue and in between his teeth.

After exploring every last inch, he settled into digging his nose into her cunt. He extended his tongue inside as far as he could. No matter how much he drilled his tongue into her, it felt bone dry other than his own saliva coating. It took an easy 20 minutes to cover her whole crotch and cunt in even a single layer of spitlube. Finally, with her all lubed up, he pulled out from underneath her...only to get slammed back into her, penetrating her with his snout.

“No! No, no no no...you’re not done yet, sweetheart!” she announced cheerfully, her surprisingly strong arms holding his face against her for minutes on end. With every second that ticked by, his constitution was being tested. Just how long could he endure being pressed against nearly century-old pussy. With just one arm, she commanded his head around her crotch and underbelly, basically using him as a tongue bath to clean up all of the built-up sweat and scent that accumulated on her underbelly, cunt, and taint throughout the course of being stuck in that wheelchair for as long as she’d lived there. 

She forced him to stay until the smell caused him to retch and dry heave. Before he threw up, she pulled his face off of her. Sticky, slimy strands of infected discharge continued to connect their bodies. She moved her hands down and gripped his shoulders, and in one smooth motion, lifted him up with the ease of lifting a balloon, and placed him on her torso. Holding him in place with one hand, she took out her dentures and placed them on the windowsill before quickly leaning forward and sinking her gummy maw onto him until she bottomed out. She didn’t gag once. If it weren’t for her immense fat reserves, his cock would’ve bulged her throat out and be visible from the outside.

She stayed there for minutes, swallowing and milking his eager member and coating it in thick, mucousy spit that was sure to keep him lubed up as long as she needed. The throat-milking was too strong for even him to hold back as he quickly shot a thick load right into her stomach. 

He pulled out and shot a few more bursts on her lips. His face turned red and he stammered. “T-this doesn’t usually happen...”

She winked at him, wiping cum from her lips. “Thanks for the snack, cutie.”

Her eyes narrowed. A wicked grin spread across her face as she let go of Alex, causing him to tumble onto the floor and stare up at the wheelchair-bound centenarian.
 
“I saw you earlier, you know. With Samantha? It looked like you were having a harder time, but it seems like you love it! What happened? Do you just like me that much? Can you just not help yourself?” 
She lifted up her big belly with one hand and slapped it with the other. 

“Come home to grandma, sweetheart, knock her up with all your strong babies!” 

With the way she was talking to him, Alex noticed even more new feelings showing up. Not only was he getting off to these filthy, infected old maids, he felt a submissive urge like none he’d felt before. There’s no way he actually wanted this from now on...right?

He crawled up to her like he was hypnotized and shoved himself into her as quickly as he could. She wrapped her strong arms around him and snuggled him, pressing his face in between her sagging, wrinkled tits. She stroked his hair and head with one hand like a mother soothing her child. He started cumming again. 

“Shh..shhh...it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay that you like this...keep cumming, don’t stop...”

His body followed her instructions literally. It slowly turned into one of, if not the longest orgasm he ever had. During her soothing, motherly monologue, he kept firing off spurt after spurt of cum.

“You know deep down how much you love it...and there’s nothing else that makes old grannies like us feel loved and needed than a young stud like you. All this filth, all our experience, everything we make you clean up...you love how it makes you feel!”

His refractory period seemed completely eliminated by now. Orgasm after orgasm rocked his body, one after the other so quickly it blended into one hyper-orgasm.

Her soothing turned to incessant teasing.

“Who would’ve thought you’d end up submitting to a home full of old, fat ladies like us? And you even like all these infections you’re getting from us! Just letting us leave our mark on you for good...”

He collapsed into her body, fully hilted. He was totally drained, but his cock kept on flexing and shooting countless gallons of cum into her.

“Soon enough you won’t be able to get off to anything else. So filthy. So slovenly. That’s it. Shhh...It’s okay to like it here...it’s okay to want to stay here...and don’t forget to drink up...”

She forced his lips to her flapping, saggy breast and he suckled as if by instinct, like his mind had regressed to that of a child. Yellow, thick, viscous milk coated his mouth and throat. 

They settle into a flow of milk and cum between each other. The feel-good hormones moving through Alex’s body swept away any remaining sense of doubt or shame about his new sexuality. It was unlocked for good, and he no longer felt bad about it at all. After a few more minutes of being locked in this position Alex sloughed off of her body, falling onto the ground by her ankles. 

Lacy, poking her head in once more, saw him nearly passed out on the floor. She walked over and gave him a quick injection that filled up his energy reserves and brought him back to full mast immediately, despite his near-constant cum flow during this visit.

Alex hobbled out of the room, exhausted. As he emerged from the already-open door, a handful of other residents, watching the whole scene from afar, applauded lightly. His body was taking him to the last room whether his mind wanted to or not. His libido had completely overtaken him, his mind clouded by lust. In no time at all, he came to Dollie’s room at the end of the hallway. There was a sign posted outside the door:

Please treat Dollie with the respect and care you would treat any other intelligent resident.

Melinda was nearby and called out to Alex. “Hey! Stud! You’re assigned to the retard?” She scoffed. “Good luck.”

When he entered, there was no bed, and the room was completely plain. A cat like none he had ever seen was propped up in the corner. She took up about a third of the room, and as soon as he approached, he was hit with a raunchy stench that only served to turn him on even more. With Melinda’s help, he’d been able to remove any sense of shame, confusion, or doubt from his mind as to how much he truly loved his work, right down to the core. He took a big breath of rotten air, contaminated by the mothbally, elderly musk with notes of stale piss, shit, smeg, and sweat, and let it out with a deep shuddering sigh and a twitch of his cock. Dollie called out to him with a long, dull moan.

“Heeelllloooo...” 

Alex looked to the side and on the corkboard by the door, there was a piece of paper addressed to him:

She’s too retarded to care what you do! Go nuts!
							- Lacy

To Alex’s disturbance and pleasure, his mind flashed him a dark, corrupted thought.

There isn’t anything she could do to stop me. She’s senile. Old. Retarded. Disadvantaged. Vulnerable. I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she won’t even know that I’m doing it.

He approached her quickly, pushing into her fat folds so large as to deform around his arm. Even more rancid body odour than before drifted upwards. He breathed it in, and flexed his cock, instantly becoming completely hard. This time around, the filth he was surrounded by did nothing but make him even hornier.

“MMMMnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnn.....” she moaned incoherently, struggling in her limited intelligence to form words.

“...nnnnNNNNAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” In the middle of Dollie’s confusion, Alex roughly slammed forward past all of her crotchfat, and thanks to the excessive smeggy lube from her bodily fluids, slid in as far as he could go. He leaned forward into her and sunk into her bellyfat, making a buck-shaped outline in her stomach. In response, Dollie tried to wrap her arms around him for a hug. Her sheer size prevented her arms from even being able to reach him. 

The pleasure still drove her wild, and her retarded mind, struggling to understand what was going on, followed its most natural instincts from the inner parts of her brain, the only areas that functioned properly. She squeezed around his cock, rubbed her titanic, low-hanging breasts together over his head, and jammed his head in her cleavage. The skin was so thin and stretched from the weight of decades of gravity on her tits that there was an Alex shaped outline visible underneath here saggy titflesh. He unabashedly and shamelessly kept fucking and fucking and fucking, every single disgusting detail that gave him pause at the beginning of the day now actively arousing him. 

With the way he was now, the filthier things were, the more he got off to it. Nothing was able to interrupt him now. Not Dollie’s confused noises of pleasure, not her spontaneous bowel evacuations, not the door being wide open, not seeing Lacy out of the corner of his vision...From start to finish it was pure, rock-hard, brutal sex with this air-headed, decrepit woman, nearly 5 times his own age and size. He couldn’t focus on anything else and loved every bit of it.

Neither of them even noticed when the clock ran past 5:00. It had devolved into a lazy, cuddly fuckfest as Alex treated her body like an oversized mattress with a warm, wet hole in it. There was not a single break in humping during their time together. Even though Alex had cum dozens upon dozens of times into her, she was so morbidly obese that the uncountable gallons of cum being pumped into her, enough to make a normal person look pregnant 10 times over didn’t even make an impression or bulge her stomach out at all. 

Lacy poked her head in the door and knocked.

“Psst. Alex...Alex!”

He didn’t answer. Other than for admiring and experiencing Dollie’s old, decrepit, infected, nasty body, his senses were shut off to all outside stimuli.

Lacy turned to face one the orderlies who came with her and they spoke among themselves:

“I dunno...he looks like he’s having way more fun than any of our previous interns...you think he might be able to take her on?”

“Possibly, but nobody’s been able to handle her yet. Remember last time? The guy ran out of the building screaming and quit the next day.”

“Yeah but just...look at this, though...”

Alex pulled out of her, came onto her body, and then instantly snuggled back up and popped himself back inside, nuzzling his wet, sticky load mixing in with all of the bodily fluids already exuding from her pores.

“Well, she can’t wait much longer...” one of them said. “We want to be fair to the rest of them.”
Lacy knocked a little harder.

“Alex!”

He slowly struggled to lift himself up and turn around. Their sweat and fluids acted like glue as he separated from her with a slick, sickening fwup. He turned to face Lacy with his head dripping sweat and grime. His eyes were glazed over. He’s drooling his own infected cum, mixed with the sticky, sweaty grime of Dollie’s centenarian, morbidly obese body. As he flashes a smile, Lacy could see long, grey pubic hairs jutting out from between his teeth. She suppressed a gag. 

“I know you’ve been having a lot of fun with Dollie, but we need to make sure we stick to your timetable. We have one more lady of the evening for you, if you’re up for some bonus credit, if you’ll come with us!”

Alex reluctantly stood up, his skin sticky with all kinds of fluids. He leaned up and kissed the old lady on her toothless mouth, digging his tongue around inside.

“Ohhhhhh...” Dollie was taken by surprise and held him as he pulled his face away from hers. She started to sniffle and cry as she was no longer feeling the physical pleasure she had gotten used to.

“Hnnngahhhhhhh...”

She went limp and reverted to her near comatose state the moment Alex left the room. One of the three orderlies that came along with Lacy walked into the room, took a quick urine sample, and checked to see if Alex’s hyper-virility had been successful in restarting Dollie’s reproductive systems in her extremely advanced age.

She was most certainly pregnant, defying all odds. The orderly took out her clipboard and wrote:

Alex’s intense hormonal output appears to cause a reversal of menopause in even our most advanced, complicated cases.

Lacy and the other two orderlies walked him to a secluded wing of the building, locked tight and kept under strict surveillance. The first room beyond that door was a clinic, where Lacy drew some more blood from the buck’s veins and checked it once more. 

DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!

One by one, each of his tests came up positive. He had been infected with the 10 separate diseases he needed to get paid for the day. The hours spent with the old infected ladies had finally taken its toll on him. He would be forever marked by them. 

Past the clinic, they ushered him into another room, barren, white, and tiled, like a room-sized shower. Above him were room-length windows where he could see Lacy and the orderlies walk in. Next to them stood a panel with all kinds of buttons and controls. As Alex stood there, naked, the three of them started sanitizing. They washed their hands and faces thoroughly and then put on gloves and masks. Lacy pressed a large red button. The intercom buzzed on.

“It’s just procedure, Alex.” Lacy’s voice struggled to overcome static. “Even here, we need to follow sanitation and infection control!” 

An orderly flipped a nearby switch, and jets of searing hot water spurt out of the walls, ceiling, and floor, dousing Alex’s body with high-pressure jets that cleaned off the day’s worth of built up muck. It hit him from all angles, giving even his sensitive cock and balls a hefty pressure-washing. After about 5 minutes of delousing, the water stopped, and hot air shot at him from all angles, quickly drying his wet fur. The door in front of him slid open. He came out of the sterile room into an equally sterile looking hallway, slate grey, with no decorations, carpet, or anything fancy. Lacy and her two workers followed close by.

They walked far. Nearing the end of the hall, the two orderlies turned and faced the last door on the left. They each stuck a security key card in two slots on either side of the door. Lacy gave Alex a pat on the ass.

“Have fun, stud. The night manager will back in a while to come get you. No time limits this time, and...well... I think you’re proven you can do okay on your own now. I gotta go home!” She winked, waved, and walked away, not looking back once.

The pressurized doors slid open with a hiss. As the pneumatic steam cleared, Alex saw before him a gigantic pig that dwarfed even Dollie. It was almost inhuman in its size and sheer filth. She took up the majority of the room, fat rolls spilling out and spreading in between every nook and cranny. Even from a distance, he could see sores on her breasts, stomach, and legs, likely from immobility. Small black dots, probably lice, he thought, crawled around her fat rolls, and the stench of weeks, or months-old smeg permeated the air as she sits in a big pile of her own shit and piss. It doesn’t look like she’s been touched or cleaned up in a very, very long time.The orderlies, even through their equipment, put their hands over their mouths and retched, turning around so they wouldn’t have to see the display. 

Alex, however, seemed completely unfazed. Even at this level of pure filth and exploitation, he was still rock hard, and he even started stroking himself at this work of art. The pig has a beaming smile on her face as she looks down at him from her throne of fat and filth. 

The two orderlies take their positions next to the door and re-engage the hermetic seal on the room.

The last thing they saw as the door closed was Alex happily running towards the amorphous pig-shaped pile of fat, shit, piss, and yellow, sloppy smeg. He joyfully bounded towards her as the doors shut behind him. Two halves of a red and black biohazard symbol came together as it sealed. On the placard next to the door, there was a picture of a youthful pig. Below the photo:

THIS ROOM BELONGS TO MELODY, A.K.A. PIGGY.
HEIGHT: 160 CM
WEIGHT: 645 KG
BMI: 252
INFECTIONS:  
•	HERPES
•	HPV
•	SYPHILIS
•	HEPATITIS B
•	HIV
•	GONORRHEA
•	PUBIC LICE
•	GENITAL WARTS
•	TRICHOMONAISIS 
•	?????
•	?????

Next to that list was a newspaper clipping. A smiling newborn baby piglet was pictured, with a caption below:

“We would like to take this opportunity to announce the birth of our beautiful baby daughter Melody, one of the first babies of this century, born January 2nd, 1900.”