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Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 01

By: Sarkopheros



Sarkopheros Says:

Finally, the first Brod to come out after the survey! Sorry about the lag, guys. December has been crazy-busy.

I'll talk more about it after the story, but if you didn't know, at the beginning of the month I held a survey for people to put in their thoughts and help determine the future course of Brod. This is the first of the issue after that.

This story does not contain the actual breeding, but it does contain the lead-up as well as sexy parts. The problem is that I realized I was up to around 7,000 words and only about halfway done, so I split it in half.

Expect breeding, light femdom, overpowering virility, cum inflation, and a bunch of crazy people.

***

Five dozen women sat in a small but lavish ballroom inside the Jouissance Hotel and Resort: Osaka. Most of them were Japanese. There were a couple of white women and also a number of Chinese in the mix today. There were tables with green tea, coffee, fruit, and snacks both American and Japanese.

They chattered amongst themselves until the doors opened. The interpreter stood up. In walked my two wonderful doctors.

Dr. Nahid Ghali walked with a bit of a wobble. Her titanic tits (pun intended) lead the way, jiggling back and forth, sandy-colored cleavage exposed. Her dark hair was up in a bun, as usual, exposing her long neck. She wore a low-cut dress that barely contained that bosom. The long skirt did some, but not enough, to hide the fact that she was walking with a slight bow in her legs.

Dr. Yara Andrade followed. She was more reserved, in a green pantsuit that contrasted her caramel complexion. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her toned ass perking up in the suit. Her dark eyes surveyed the room.

Last through the door was Jane Kelley. She was the shortest and darkest of the three, with skin like espresso and a short pixie cut. There was a pencil skirt about her hips and a blazer buttoned around her chest. She gave the crowd a big, warm smile. Then all three ladies bowed, and received them in turn.

Jane looked toward the interpreter and spoke up, "Are you ready?"

"Of course, Ms. Kelley," she said crisply. She was taller than the woman, and I imagine she found it a bit strange to be looking down at an American. Her dress was businesslike and smart, her glasses high on her nose, her hair pulled back. "So long as you are," she added with a demure chuckle.

Jane smiled and lowered her voice as she got closer to the interpreter. "I'm always ready, Shizuka-san. I need to mention something, though."

"Yes?"

"Mr. Kanayama sees himself as a servant to these women. He wants to make sure they see him as an equal, so if we could refrain from 'sama' or 'sensei'? An interpreter last year kept calling him 'Ganshin-sensei'," she explained.

Ms. Shizuka laughed. "Are you sure she was not being sarcastic?"

Jane shrugged. "Well, she ended up in the room, too, so...."

"I see. I observe this is a rather ... unique ... job," said Shizuka.

"And I wouldn't trade it for another," chuckled Jane. She patted the interpreter's arm. "I'm ready to address them when y'all are," she called over her shoulder.

Jane took a position in front of the crowd and flashed that movie-star smile of hers. Dr. Ghali smiled as well, and Dr. Andrade did her best not to look mean. She managed a small curl of the lips.

Silence fell. Shizuka folded her hands in front of her.

"Welcome, welcome, my treasured guests! Future mothers! I am honored to have you all here, and I know that Mr. Kanayama is, as well," she said. "He is getting ready to begin serving all of you!"

***

As she addressed the crowd, I was in my suite, warming up. I huffed my way through push-ups, my feet up on a counter and my hands on a pair of chairs. This allowed enough room for my swinging, head-dwarfing nuts, and my near twenty inches of heavy meat to hang below me. On the floor, push-ups are impossible for me. After a while, I hopped down and began doing lunges. Then side lunges. I had to make sure my hips were loose, after all! With each rep, smak! my gigantic nuts bounced against the tiles.

And how am I telling you this story if I wasn't there, you might wonder? If you find me describing something I couldn't know, then you can assume that I am re-telling with help from those who were present. My employees told me all about how the orientation went.

***

Ms. Shizuka spoke up, her words clear and crisp. She repeated the message twice—once in Japanese, once in Mandarin.

Jane waited for her to finish.

"My function here is to make sure y'all are ready and know what to expect. And, truthfully, it's a hard job, because no matter what I tell you, you're in for a shock once you get into that room!" said Kelley. "Y'all seen pictures, heck, maybe you even seen a video. But I can't tell you enough, future-mamas. Oh, no, I can certainly not! The knowing is not the understanding." Jane went behind a covered table at the front. She stooped to grab something under it.

WHUMP. She slammed a massive dildo onto the top of the table. It was an effigy of my cock, all twenty-eight inches of its over-half-foot-thick length.

Jane waved her hand above the rubber cock, molded in purple plastic. "This big ol' rubber dick is cast from from Mr. Kanayama's penis!"

A collective gasp! Ms. Shizuka's eyes got as big as the moon. Her jaw fell.

Several women yelled at the front.

"What are they saying?" asked Jane.

"They are ... skeptical. To be polite," said Ms. Shizuka, unable to tear her eyes away from the dildo on the table. "Have you ... have you had sex with him?"

"I'm not really into that," answered Jane with a shrug. "Ask Yara or Nahid."

"What? You're not into that?" Shizuka didn't seem to understand.

"I don't do it," said Jane.

Shizuka squinted. "Then why on Earth do you do this job, Ms. Kelley?"

"Same reason as several of the ladies that work for Mr. Kanayama do. There's a lotta baby-troubles in my family. I don't want to get into it. But I tell ya this, Shizuka-san. Mr. Kanayama makes nothing but healthy, strong babies." Kelly smiled. "And when you see the look on a new mama's face? Mmh! That's a treasure. We ready to continue?"

"Yes, of course."

A third of the audience was squirming. Over half of them seemed enthralled and delighted.

Dr. Andrade spoke up. "I am Dr. Yara Andrade, and to my right, this is Dr. Nahid Ghali."

"Yes, and we've stood by as Brod knocked up tens of thousands of mothers, just like you!" said Ghali, a little hum in her throat. "Don't worry about your little Japanese pussies, he'll stretch them right out!"

Shizuka squinted at Ghali.

"Don't repeat her," snapped Yara. "Nahid, you're being racist."

"What? Japanese people are statistically smaller," said Dr. Ghali.

"I don't care. Act professional. This is why you didn't get to come to the orientations last time." Yara looked at Shizuka and gave one of those weird, unnatural smiles of hers. "Ignore my colleague."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Shizuka-san, tell the ladies that Brod has impregnated tens of thousands of mothers with strong little babies, and he has had sex with over a 120,000 women."

"Hyaku ... nani.... How is that possible?!" gasped Shizuka. "He's ... that's impossible! Is he a machine ... a god?!"

"He's ... something," grunted Yara. "He wouldn't want you calling him a god. But he does spend most of the day having sex. Imagine an ... otaku? ... with a huge cock, big muscles, and an insatiable libido, and you get Brod."

"Dr. Andrade and I may have turned him into a monster," laughed Ghali. "His cock could be satisfied by just a dozen women in a day when I first met him. We helped change that," she cackled.

"He's been very interesting to study and to experiment on," said Yara. "He was instrumental in proving a few of my theories. Anyway. Ladies, can we concentrate?"

"Right. Like I said, tell them he's impregnated over thirty ... uh ... What is it now? Almost 40,000 women. And he's had sex with over 120,000. He's a professional. He knows what he's doing," Jane reassured Shizuka. "He'll treat 'em great."

Shizuka shook her head. "I cannot believe this." She repeated the message. There was another gasp, more shouting.

"More skepticism?" asked Yara.

"To put it mildly," answered Shizuka.

Jane shook her head. "I figured. Anyway. Ladies!" She took her position at the front once more and gave a single clap. The overhead projector showed them a layout of the room. She began pointing with a laser. "We've taken over a spa facility within the hotel. There is a central pit area where Mr. Kanayama will be serving you. It is going to get very messy. And thanks once again to our partners at the Jouissance for providing these venues. There will be seating around the central area, here."

Shizuka dutifully translated. Jane continued, "You can watch from there, or rest after he's done with you. If at any time you need help—if you want to be carried to the showers, if you just need help getting to a lounge to recover, just holler and someone will help you. We will have people bringing water and refreshments. If you need either, just yell. There is a recovery room here, separate from the main area. Showers are here."

"Brod will be spending about ... oh, six to ten minutes with each of you," said Dr. Ghali, a devilish grin on her lips. "Mmmh! But trust me, those are going to be the most intense ten minutes of your lives. If you don't have at least one orgasm each minute ... well, maybe you're dead inside!"

"Don't repeat that last part," said Yara. "We're going to have to muzzle you, Dr. Ghali.

Shizuka shook her head and hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"Are there any questions before we begin?"

A Japanese woman who couldn't have been over four-ten, even shorter than Jane, raised her hand and asked a question.

Shizuka turned to Jane and said, "Ah. She wants to go first."

***

FOUR DAYS PRIOR....

In many mammals, there's a sort of reproductive frenzy that they undergo called "rut."

If you've read some of my other stories, you know that I'm nearly always horny. I guess having balls bigger than your head will do that, but even before I grew I was like this.

You might also remember me introducing Dr. Nahid Ghali in Doctor's Note. She is, primarily, a reproductive endocrinologist and works closely with me in my fertility treatments. Sometimes very closely.

She concocted a mixture of supplements and herbs that suppress my fertility—but the treatments also helped me to control a lot of ... other things.

I sat in my office with my employees. The chair I'd custom-built allowed my cock and balls to hang comfortably, almost straight down. There was a smooth, circular gap between my legs.

I have issues with normal chairs. I can tolerate them for a while, but each of my nuts weighs over twenty-one pounds. My cock, flaccid, weighs over fifteen. So you take near sixty pounds of flesh and dangle them over the edge of of a chair—well, that gets uncomfortable after a while. If I'm in the wrong chair, my balls start feeling tingly. So I'd put my skills with wood (not my own) to use and built something that was fitted to my unique body.

My bloated sperm-factories rested against the floor, feeling even heavier than usual. I hadn't been out of the house in days. I was wearing a respirator mask with the lenses blacked out. That was the only thing I wore. I was in my own home, after all! I leaned my elbows on my knees, breathing steadily. With my bulky, solid body, I looked like a silly version of Bane.

"How is he doing?" asked Yara.

"He'll be at full power in a few days when we go on the trip," said Nahid.

"F-Day snuck up on us," said Mariam.

"You, maybe, I've been suffering like this for a week and a half," I grumbled. My balls were so full! I let out a grunt. I hadn't fucked in hours.

It was like the feeling you'd get after drinking a two-liter of Mountain Dew and going on an eight-hour car ride, but in my balls. There was just so much pressure inside my sperm-factories! They were noticeably larger than before, so sensitive that even rubbing on the tiles felt good. I could feel every motion as they shifted, ripples in the semen inside. Drip-drip-drip. I was producing so much semen without the control supplements that my jizz was backing up into my cock. It trickled uncontrollably from my tip. It made sleeping a lot messier than usual.

"How many have RSVP'd?" I asked.

"785 so far," replied Jane. "But we're expecting plenty'a walk-ins. My girl over there in Osaka, she tells me she heard tale of ladies from Russia and China chartering a plane to come visit you."

I shook my head. "What? Why would they charter a plane and not RSVP?"

I could feel Jane's shrug. "It's just a rumor."

"All of the RSVPs are clean," said Yara.

Mariam spoke up, "And all of them have paid up." I couldn't see her, but Mariam looked like a taller, more slender version of her mother, Dr. Ghali. They shared the same prominent, angular nose and cheekbones. Like Dr. Ghali, she had enormous tits. "AR is looking pretty fine right about now."

"Just like you, Ms. Ghali?" I asked.

"Please. I'm in sweatpants," she said.

"I'm not even wearing anything!" chirped Dr. Ghali. My house is clothing-optional.

"Yes, thank you, mother. That's very helpful," said Mariam. I had a feeling she was rolling her eyes. "We've saved a lot of money over this time last year, Brod. That deal with the Jouissance chain is going to work very nicely for our bottom line. And we have the illustrious Ms. Kelley to thank for that!"

"So flattering, Ms. Ghali! But I reckon you were instrumental in that deal, yourself. From what I hear, good ol' Chantal Dubois squeeze a quarter so tight the eagle screams," said Jane, referring to the COO of the Jouissance.

"I bet the deal would have been even better if we'd let Brod do the negotiating," said Nahid. "She was a shapely little blonde! You coulda just hiked that skirt up, and—"

I felt a pang in my balls. "Stop talking about that," I grunted, leaning back in the wooden chair. I sighed. "I can think straight with this mask on, but it won't take much to set me off."

"Boy, you're hornier than the runnin' of the bulls," said Jane.

"I'd probably fuck a cow right now," I grunted.

"We could get one!" suggested Mariam, sounding pretty excited.

"I am not fucking farm animals," I laughed. "Do you really think it's a good idea for me to father a race of minotaurs?"

"Yes!"

Her mother said, "Yara! Go home and get your mascot suit! Oh, that thing is so creepy!"

"My fursona is an ibex, not a cow," said Yara.

"And that suit is actually really well made," said Mariam.

"Why thank you," said Yara, a ghost of a smile in her voice. "It took me months."

Mariam continued. "And you have those stilts for the ... the zigzag ... you know, the goat legs, and everything."

"Unguligrade," supplied Yara. "Or, if you're bad at reading, 'digirade.' "

"I thought that was called digitigrade?" I asked. I was thankful. This zoological banter was rather helpful in keeping my mind off my explosively full balls.

I felt the sticky puddle of my jizz squish against my feet. Hngh. I needed pussy or ass. Right now, gender didn't matter. If I had a twink in front of me, I'd try to knock him up, too!

"Oh, whatever you call it! That thing is...." Doctor Ghali was probably shaking her head. "I really don't get people! There's conventions and everything, thousands of people for a bestiality fetish! I will admit, though, your costume is far less unsettling than most!"

"Kids love my costume," said Yara.

"Until their parents find out what it's for!" insisted Ghali.

Yara sighed. "I've never used it for sex. It's not about that."

"Who cares if she wants to dress up like an ibex?" I asked. "It's not like she busted out with the fursuit while I was trying to bone her clients or anything. And she's never even mentioned bringing it out when we're ... playing our games."

"Jane, what do you think about this?" asked Dr. Ghali.

"Yeah, it's strange, but whatevs, son," said the agent.

"They fantasize about bestiality!" insisted Ghali.

I felt hands on my shoulders. Yara spoke up again. "Let's change topics. I trust you assigned all the employees and my girls the contraceptives, Dr. Ghali?"

"You know I did," she answered.

"Then I think we should talk about Brod. About all those dozens of dripping-wet Japanese women he's going to be fucking. Tight, virginal little pussies. Pink and pretty," purred Yara behind me.

Nahid cackled. "Oh, yes! Poor Brod. You're going to be neck-deep in poon real soon! All those vacant wombs to fill! All that wet pussy-juice just rolling from those pristine lips!"

My cock began to inflate. I groaned. "Come on, guys."

"You're going to be the one cumming," whispered Yara. She ran her nails down the back of my neck. Her voice became huskier. Sterner. Commanding, but not cold. This was Dom Yara. "Mmh. My dearest pet. My prized breeding bull. I'm going to have you making so many babies with that big, fat cock of yours. You're going to stretch out womb after womb after womb...."

"Augh. Whatever you want, Mistress," I moaned. "Show who you want me to fuck," I grunted.

I felt her arm reach past me. Nails scratching along the top of my raging cock. Cum mixed with pre, a mottled clear-white slurry that poured from my tip. My balls felt like someone was squeezing them. I moaned as I felt Yara's toe on the back of my scrotum. "Mistress!" I groaned.

"I still don't know how you get him to do that, Yara," muttered Jane.

"It's because she looks like Korra," said Mariam.

"Who?" asked Jane.

"You're such a good servant to me, Brod," said Yara.

Nahid laughed like a witch. "Yes, Brod, you're going to serve hundreds of itty-bitty vaginas! Just imagine. Hundreds of women on all fours, waggling their little butts, wet for you, begging for Brod Kanayama's baby-batter. You'll grab their hips and sink that cock as deep as you can, make them screeeeeam!"

"Nahid, stop it," I groaned. This was all part of Yara's game. She had goaded Nahid into goading me. Nahid, unfortunately for her, was much more oblivious. "Seriously, my nuts feel like they're going to explode. When are those girls going to get here?" Dripping became pouring. I could feel the fluid rolling down my cock's throat.

"Why? I'm prepping you!" Nahid insisted. "I thought pussy was your favorite thing ever? You did fuck several hundred coeds down on the beach for Spring Break, didn't you? Oh, my, those college freshmen, so young, so nubile, many of them virgins! And of legal age! All those sweet little cunts, ripe for the inseminating! String bikinis, barely-covered asses! Just push that strip aside, and...."

I heard people moving around the room. Nahid was directly ahead of me, sitting on my desk, completely nude. I clenched my hands. My monster cock was at attention, hard as an oak, pulsing with power. It bounced with my heartbeat. My sperm raged. Yara clicked her heel, purred, and pushed against my balls with her foot.

She kissed my neck. "You want to serve me, don't you, sperm-slave?" asked Yara.

"He'll serve all of Japan! Oh, Brod, I bet you feel like you're going to explode!" laughed Nahid, delighting in my sperm-fueled misery.

"I just said that, Nahid!" I growled.

"Don't you snap at me slave-boy," said Nahid. "Just imagine, grabbing a girl's hips, pushing that huge dick up against her dripping slit...."


Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 01



Yara put her fingers on my mask.

"Uh ... Yara ... what are you doing?" asked Nahid, the amusement evaporating from her voice.

"My pet looks uncomfortable," she said. "Brod, how are your balls?"

"They hurt, Mistress."

"Mmh. Swollen and heavy?" Her sweet words rolled off her tongue like honey. "Sperm want to escape?"

"So badly," I confirmed.

"Brod. Would you like me to dress up as Korra tonight?" asked Yara.

"I still don't know who that is," said Jane.

"Oh ... Mistress. Please! I want Korra," I panted. Yara has brown eyes, but if she puts on a costume, she looks almost exactly like Korra.

"Who the heck is Korra?!" demanded Jane.

She removed my mask. Dr. Ghali was right ahead of me, staring in horror, her thighs slightly spread to expose her pussy. She crossed her legs.

"Brod, if you want Korra," Yara pointed at Nahid. "fuck!"

I lunged at Nahid, knocking over my chair. I grabbed her thighs under the knees, spread her legs, and in a split-second, my monstrous cock was slamming into her pussy, stretching her out in the blink of an eye. She howled at the ceiling, her eyes rolling back as her cunt exploded, spraying all over me as I stretched those silky walls like latex.

Yara cackled.

Jane chuckled, shook her head, and left the room. "Y'all have fun."

"That's what you get for making fun of Yara, Mom," laughed Mariam, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms under that great bust.

Nahid answered her daughter. "Mmmaaaugh-aaheeeeee!" SKLLRSCH. SKLLRSCH. She came again as I grabbed handfuls of her massive, bouncing tits. I squeezed them, fingertips digging into the flesh, gripping them like handles as I pounded my monstrous cock deep into her body. Her cervix barely registered against my rut-fueled organ. I was already deep in her womb, bulging out her belly, forming a tent of tan flesh that pushed up between her bouncing tits.

Yara laid against my back as I fucked Nahid. Her arms wrapped around me, and she rubbed my chest. I wrapped my arms around Nahid's legs, putting her calves on my shoulders, strong hands squeezing seizing those tits again. Skllrrrrt! Her thumb-sized nipples erupted with white arcs of milk, hot fluid spraying against my face and chest. I leaned forward, pushing her knees towards her shoulders as I wrapped my mouth around one of her nipples. Nahid's sweet milk filled my mouth and dribbled down, white trails on her brown tits.

"Hngh! Hah! Mmhhhuuhh!" cried Nahid. I groaned and closed my eyes. The hot flesh of her pussy was so slick, so smooth, caressing most of my cock with her feverish flesh. Pussies and asses feel great, but something about knowing I'm deep inside a cunt, with my warheads armed—that is a difference of magnitude.

I fucked that poor womb. It stretched and stretched around my cock, filling her deepest depths, pushing organs aside. Her head fell to the side and bounced against the desk. Nahid's eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out, and out poured gibberish and saliva. My cock was bulging upward in her well-trained pussy, tenting her belly so much I was fucking her tits as I fucked her cunt! Sklrrsch-sklrrsch-sklrrsch!

WHOMP-WHOMP-WHOMP. My gigantic nuts slammed against the wood of the desk. Her whole body was bouncing now. Pints of precum squirted out around my cock, combined with her nectar, coating me in thick, clear layers.

Yara ran her hands up my stomach and chest, fingers drifting through sweat. "Mmh, let her feel my bull-stud's power. Maybe I'll let him knock you up, Nahid. Would you like a brother or sister, Mariam?"

"No, because she's going to make me take care of it," said the younger Ghali.

Sweat rolled down my moist body. It slicked between my rolling, powerful back, against Yara's chest and stomach. Boiling-hot drops dripped on Nahid and mixed with milk, precum, and excess semen. WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP. I groaned. I could feel my nuts getting even tighter.

Nahid came again. Again. Her pussy spasmed, up and down, clenching and unclench, gripping my cock and loosening. Juices kept spraying against me. Had she stopped cumming?

Mariam bit her lower lip and sat down, slipping a hand down the front of her sweatpants. I'm not sure why Mariam liked seeing her mom get fucked, but I think it has to do with Nahid being put in her place.

"Maybe you'd like my bull to fuck you, next?" asked Yara.

Mariam shook her head. "I have a lot of activities planned that involve walking in a straight line."

"Ooh! My bull-fuck-stud is almost ready to inseminate this cow!" she said, looking at Nahid and giving a dark chuckle.

My hips kept pumping, my eyes were half-closed. My balls felt like twin pressure cookers about to erupt. My cock was pulsing with incredible intensity. My sperm were livid.

Nahid shook her head. "N-no! Suh-suh-suh! Haaauugheee! Sorryyyyyy!" she howled.

My monstrous organ lifted her ass a good six inches off the wood before she slammed back down, her head bounced back and forth, her hands gripping the edge of the desk with white-knuckle intensity.

"Haaurgh! I need to cum!" I told Yara.

Yara scratched red lines in my back and hissed, "Knock her up!"

My nuts contracted. A tsunami blasted down my urethra. White-hot pressure stretched it out. A swollen lump traveled down its length. I erupted like a volcano. BLOOOOOORCH! I came so hard my cock's explosion was audible throughout the room.

"Raaauurgh!" I roared.

SMAK! The audible sound of a solid mass of jizz impacting the insides of the screeching doctor. A secondary tent appeared at the tip of my cock, the size of my fist, and her belly began to bloat rapidly.

GLOOOOOORCH. A column of jizz as thick as half-dollar blasted from my cock for what felt like forever, a constant river raging for a good ten seconds as I emptied my nuts. SPLOOOOORCH. SPLOOOORCH. I groaned and slammed my hips into Nahid, fucking her even as I filled her. Her belly rose higher, higher, past her tits, spilling to the sides. Steaming-hot cream blasted out around my cock's girth, painting my hips, rolling down my legs.

And all the while, Yara whispered in my ear like a demon. "What a good pet you are."

The busty doctor replied. "Mhuuuh-fuuh-mmmrrrkh-hrrrmmmngh...." Finally, she went limp underneath me, tongue lolling out.

It didn't stop me from cumming.

BLOOORCH. BLOOORCH. Her legs were limp, her arms splayed out across the wood. Milk gushed from her tits, spunk gushed from her cunt, her belly grew and grew. SPLUUUUUURRCH! I panted. Minutes passed. She was as big as a bean-bag chair—and that's just what fit inside her. Much of my jizz was on the floor.

By this point, most of my cum was spraying out around my cock. For several minutes, this continued. A white, ankle-deep puddle rolled across my office floor.

Finally, I stopped cumming. Nahid laid there. Mariam's sweats were darkly stained. And my balls still felt overloaded. Schlluurrk! I pulled my monster cock out of Nahid. It pulsed heavily. Spluuuurch! My cum erupted from Nahid's blown-out cunt, a cavern gaping so wide you could shove a two-liter in there with no effort. She groaned.

Yara smiled and pushed me back toward the chair. She sat me down, and began to wipe the sweat from my face with a little towel before replacing the mask.

"Good boy. Do you feel better?"

"No."

"There are more sluts coming," she said. "I'll draw you a cold bath." She turned to Nahid. "And maybe you won't be so obnoxiously ignorant next time you talk about somebody's lifestyle."

Mariam chuckled. "No, she doesn't learn."

***

You may be wondering about my relationship with Yara if you never read The Trainer. Simply put, she is the one who introduced me to the dom/sub dynamic. And she's one of the few women who I'll submit to.

It's strangely satisfying. One thing most people don't understand is that submission is given, not taken. And I give it to her willingly. People also often ask me if I know that she's into the furry thing. She didn't get into that until after I met her, but it doesn't matter to me. While I'm not into it, I don't really care what she does on her own time if she enjoys it.

As far as Mariam, I believe that she has a deep-seated urge to get back at her mother, possibly for being obnoxious, unreasonable, or a general troll. As a child, her options for getting back are limited. So, maybe that's where it comes from? I'm not Freud.

A fourth thing you might wonder about is whether I'm always like this when in rut. The answer is yes. But for decades, I didn't have the advanced science of the good doctors at my disposal, and I had to learn to control myself. It is very, very difficult. Without the mask, most of my willpower is being used to suppress my urges. With the mask, I can't see or smell them, so it's far easier for me to conduct business and remain sane. But that doesn't help when someone verbally riles me up.

When you're dealing with dozens of small women barely larger than your cock, and when they're trusting you to know what you're doing, you have to suppress that beast, at least at first. And I've gotten very good at it. It just so happens that in the office, as part of my game with Yara and Nahid, I chose not to control myself.

That's why after I finished my warmup, I was able to control myself when Valeska and Thalita showed up.

That and the fact that they're both huge and I couldn't do anything to them they didn't want. Not that I'm in the habit of doing things people don't want.

Valeska was near seven feet tall, while Thalita was over that, and both of them were strongly built. They had thick, muscular thighs, toned cores, and powerful arms. Valeska was paler and had blonde hair. Thalita was darker and had a wild black mane.

"You ready to knock up these midgets?" asked Valeska, as charming as ever. "Hah, I bet those sperm-blimps are ready to explode!"

"Ooh. My poor little Brod," cooed Thalita, bending down and kissing my cheek. She caressed my face and nuzzled me. "I bet you're just a miserable little boy. All that sperm and no holes to put it in," she moved behind and wrapped her powerful arms around me. She put her chin on my shoulder. "Well we're gonna get you all ready to make some brand-new mommies, aren't we, Valeska!"

"We're gonna arm that pork-rocket to bomb some sperm-bags!" cackled Valeska. She takes weird satisfaction in the way that my cock wrecks less robust women. That and she's just generally loud and vulgar.

As far as Thalita, I still don't know why she acts like this. She's a seven-foot-plus statue of feminine strength. Even with as muscular she is, her thighs and tits are more than big enough to maintain an hourglass appearance ... with enough power to flip a car. Maybe. I wouldn't be surprised if she or Valeska could do that. And I'd be turned on if they did.

But regardless, here's this massive woman cooing and doting on me like I'm a twelve-year-old getting ready for a piano recital. I'm fairly ambivalent towards this mommy thing she does, but she enjoys it, so I let her do it when we're alone.

She kissed my cheek. "I can't let my little Broddy go in unprepared! Let's get to the tub."

I stood. We went to the bathroom. They stripped. I'd rented a suite with a massive jet tub for this exact reason. I stepped into it and knelt. She knelt behind me. I could smell hot sweat from their bodies.

"Did you guys work out?" I asked.

"The equipment here isn't for women like us," said Thalita.

Valeska knelt in front of me. "Funny watching all these short guys stare at you, though. I guess you're not the only Jap that likes looking up to women, huh, Brod?"

"Considering that you've used my face as a chair," I chuckled.

My titanic balls sat on the floor, taking up all the space between my legs and much of the space in front of my knees.

Thalita reached up under my body and began massaging my taint. Her strong, rough fingertips pushed up under as she helped loosen my spunk-firing muscles.

Valeska reached under my sack and began to massage the muscles that controlled my testicles. I moaned. My cock started growing. I leaned back against Thalita. She ran her long tongue up the back of my neck and gently bit my ear.

I didn't need any of this. But it helps deliver the best experience I could to the prospective mothers. And that was my duty. I was going to be fucking for nine or ten hours! Warming up is very important, no matter the sport.

"How does it feel?" asked Thalita.

"Mmmh. Feels like I'm gonna be nice and ready," I growled over my shoulder.

"Good," said Thalita. "You're gonna make so many happy mommies!"

"He's gonna make a big mess," added Valeska as she moved to kneading my balls. Even though her hands were properly sized for her huge frame, she needed both to caress and massage each of my swollen balls effectively.

And, of course, this just stimulated more spunk production. Every second, cups of gooey jizz mixed with precum was gushing from my cock, and my balls again felt like pressure cookers ready to blow up. My tip was leaning up against Valeska's body, pouring my hot juices down her sinuous abs. I groaned as Thalita pressed her tits against my back and reached around to grab my cock with both hands. Valeska wrapped hers around it, and together, they began pumping me.

"Let's get a test load out of you," said Thalita.

"I skipped breakfast for this," said Valeska.

Schlick-schlick-schlick. I loved how strong their grip was. Maybe it would have hurt a smaller guy, but for me, it felt great having two strong women milking my cock. I laid back against Thalita.

"Mmh! When was the last time my poor little Brod got off?" Thalita asked.

"Last night," I sighed. Schlick-schluck-schlick-schluck. My hot fluids splattered all over my stomach and rolled down the length of my pulsing organ. It ran through the grooves in my sack, filled them in, coated my nuts. The hot scent of raw sex radiated into the room, the smell of sweat-slick female muscles and dripping, potent semen.

Thalita's hand move back under my body and she began rubbing my taint again.

"I could be eating miso! Give me your damn soup, you cunt-chugging fuck-freighter!" yelled Valeska.

"Cunt-chugging fuck-freighter?" I repeated. "Mmph! Mmmnn. Where do you get your dialogue?"

"From an asshole. Now give me my damn breakfast," she growled.

I kept thrusting my hips into her hands. "I'm close," I groaned. It really didn't take much for me to get off in this state.

Thalita shuffled in front of me. I laid back against the tub's wall. There was just enough room for them side-by-side. They both bent down and began licking and kissing my glans, both sets of hands pumping my cock rapidly.SCHLICK-SCHLUCK-SCHLICK-SCHLUCK. Spunk and pre splattered wildly. Hot droplets of my own fluids on my face, chest, and stomach. Running down my legs.

"Nngh. Mmmh. Hannh!" I felt my balls tighten, my cock dilate, the heat blasting through my cock, so much semen it stretched out the throat. A geyser of white erupted. SPLOOOOORCH!

Valeska grunted, "Huurkh!"

"Nhhhnkh!" groaned Thalita.

White jizz painted their faces. Their mouths opened, and both of them began desperately gulping and milking my cock. SPLUUURCH. SPLUUURCH. Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck! Their throats bulged as liters of jizz rushed in. Boiling-hot, fresh semen pumped into their gullets and down into their bellies.

BLOOOORCH. BLOOOORCH. I put my hands on their heads as I rubbed my glans over their faces. They lapped eagerly, valiantly meeting the challenge of my gushing spunk head-on. They gulped and gulped. Their chiseled abs disappeared. Bellies began to swell and bulge. Tan and pale, both sagged lower and lower as I kept gushing. SPLUUURT. SPLUUURT.

They released my monstrous, bucking cock. Neither wanted to get too swollen—they'd be participating in the festivities coming soon. But both of them looked pregnant now.

SPLOOOORCH! SPLOOOORCH! Cascades of white jizz splashed over them, steaming hot waves of goopy spunk crashing against their muscular bodies. It rolled between the valleys of their tits, painted them a matching white, and frosted over their thick thighs.

GLUUURCH. GLUUURCH. Long minutes passed as I blew my load. The massage made everything go more smoothly than usual. Semen rose from the floor of the tub. It flowed up, filling my own ass crack, up between my toes, around theirs, up over their calves. SPLUUUURT! SPLUUUURT! My cock bucked. I groaned and moaned. They panted. Thalita moaned and cooed. Valeska made grunting noises.

Jizz splashed over their backs, ran down their shoulders and biceps. It splattered the walls, white pearls flying away as the liquid bounced off of them. My seed ended up all over the mirror, the counter, the floor. Even the ceiling. Fortunately, though, most of it stayed in the tub, rising up past my waist and towards my chest, deep enough to submerge even my nuts. The very air was being replaced by my spunk, its scent edging out the smell of the hotel.

Finally, my load began petering out. BLOOOORCH. Blooooorch. Bluuuuuuurt.... And I was done.

"Aaahh!" gasped Thalita. "Oh, what a good boy!"

"Fuck!" grunted Valeska, wiping her mouth with her face with both hands before putting one on her belly and— "Braaaaaaaarp! Ugh." A massive, rumbling belch. She rubbed her swollen belly.

"At least excuse yourself," said Thalita.

Valeska stuck her tongue out at Thalita. "That sounds means I'm satisfied, you giant slut."

"Mmmh. It feels thicker and ... richer than usual," said Thalita. "I can feel your potence inside my belly, Brod," she purred. "Oooh. Tingling my skin. If I wasn't on Ghali's birth control, I'd be pregnant with a whole litter, I'm sure of it! My little Brod makes Thali so proud!" She sloshed through the jizz and sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. "We're so lucky to have you as our breeding bull!"

"Bull? Hah. More like a kitten. But I wonder if Yara was right, and it will be an even better protein supplement when he's not shooting blanks?" mused Valeska.

I shrugged.

Valeska looked down into the pool of fresh, boiling hot jizz she was sitting in. "We need more test loads."

"I think she's right, Broddy!" said Thalita, grabbing my cock again.

***

Slooosch. Slooorsch-rooorsch. Steam fogged the windows. Heat rose off my semen. The air was a sperm-and-sweat-scented fog. We relaxed in the tub, which was now filled to overflowing, my jizz pooling on the floor below. Splat! We splayed our arms out on the sides. The pink dome of my still-eager cock peeked up above the white surface, pulsing with my heartbeat, sending out ripples.

"No wonder everyone who works for you has such nice skin," muttered Thalita.

"We should sell this as a spa treatment," said Valeska. "We could make a lot of money."

"That's ... actually a good idea," I agreed, nodding. "Nngh." I grunted. I was still horny as hell, even after filling a super-sized bathtub with jizz. The slimy, thick, goopy, sucking feel of my own seed was just making me hornier. No matter how much I came, my balls still felt full! I wouldn't feel any relief until tonight, and even that would be temporary.

"Hah. Look at you, going forest crazy," laughed Valeska. "These poor slanty-eyed sluts are taking water over their heads!"

I rolled my eyes. "This slanty-eyed slut pounded you into a comatose mess a couple weeks ago," I said, patting my own chest.




Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 01



"Don't flatter yourself, Brod, you were on the floor, too," she said, jabbing me in the chest with her finger, the movements sending more jizz over the sides.

"As I recall, you can't even take his whole cock," said Thalita.

"Well, not everyone can have a super-sized whore-dumpster-cunt like you." She stuck her tongue out at Thalita.

"You're just mad because because you came your head off and begged for more," said Thalita. "Just like a little schoolgirl."

"So did he!" growled Valeska. She lunged at Thalita. Jizz sloshed onto the floor. The two grappled and rolled before Thalita shoved Valeska's blonde head under the spunk. She flailed and splashed.

"Get your fill! You need your protein!" growled Thalita. Valeska rolled, shoved her head under Thalita's body, and threw her shoulders up. Thalita went rolling out of the tub and slammed into the tiles.

I felt a pang in my balls and cock.

Valeska erupted from the tub, ropes of jizz dangling and stretching from her muscular body. Gallons sloshed out. She lunged at and tangled with Thalita, the two rolling through a pool of sticky jizz.

"Mmpgh!" I guess I'm weird. I don't really get off on stuff like jello wrestling or whatever you see in a strip club. But two women trying to dominate each other with strength and combat? That turns me on. Especially when both are slick with my jizz.

They rolled. Thalita slammed Valeska into a cabinet. KRAK! The door shattered. Valeska managed to get to her feet for a moment before dropkicking Thalita clumsily in the chest. WHUMP!

The Amazon slid backwards on her ass and slammed into the door to the bathroom. WHAM! The room shuddered.

I felt my breathing deepening. Thalita and Valeska were both on their feet now. They both charged, grappled, whirled, and crushed a small wooden bench near the vanity. KRUNCH! Fancy bottles of toiletries fell and exploded on the tiles.

Fuck, as sexy as this was, it was getting ridiculous!

"HEY!" I roared. "Guys, stop fucking around, I have to pay for all this!" I yelled at them.

"Please, you love watching this," said Valeska.

"Yeah, but we have work to do," I grunted, getting to my feet.

The door opened and Yara poked her head in. "Stop screwing around and get ready."

Nahid was behind her. "You have about twenty minutes, Brod," she said. "We're going—" Her eyes opened wide when she noticed the state of the bathroom. Furniture and cabinetry alike were shattered, green shampoo, soap, and cum were all over the floor, two muscular near-giantesses stood dripping jizz and lotion. I stood past my knees in a bathtub full of my own semen. The room reeked of cum and now the fragrances from the broken bottles. "What the hell happened here?!"

Yara waved her hand dismissively at Thalita and Valeska. "Oh, they do that sometimes," she sighed. "Brod, wash up!"

"Come on," I waved Thalita and Valeska into the shower. For once, we actually used the bathroom together to get clean. When we came out, Nahid was in the bathtub, hair loose, sighing and luxuriating in my steaming jizz. Her fat tits were like brown islands in the white sea.

"Nahid, don't you want to watch the event?" I asked.

Nahid looked at me. "Oh, please, you're going to be doing this for two weeks, Brod," she sighed. "Ooh. I need to loosen up, too! This is a lot better than hot mud, you know. Plus, it's still hot and steamy! But you, on the other hand, have bellies to fill!" She raised a spunk-slathered arm from the muck and shooed me with her hand. "Go do your job!"

***

Sarkopheross keeps talking:

Hope you guys enjoyed the story. Comments and criticism always welcome.

Now, about that survey. Most of you wanted Brod to get bigger. The number-one request was gay sex. The number-two request was Brod breeding. Some of you wanted to see recurring cast. I planned out a few issues of the story according to what I heard from you.

I had already planned breeding issues as well as recurring cast, but you guys gave me the impetus to finally do it, along with some other interesting ideas, many of which involved incest or other hyper-hung characters.

Future issues will do more of the things you asked for, including gay sex, but the way I planned the progression, this two-parter was the logical first step. It may be a while till the next one, though, because I have a lot of things going on, including two business trips right on top of each other in the near future. Plus there's my other storylines. So bear with me while Brod bears young. Stay tuned, and please leave me your thoughts! 



Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 02



The doors opened before them. They entered the spa area we'd commandeered. With every nubile new arrival I laid eyes on, I felt a slight pang in my balls. My sperm were multiplying. I swear I could feel it! I felt pressure increasing as their scent reached me. I felt the shift deep in my gut, the deep breath in my chest. I needed them, but I squeezed the back of the chair and kept my composure. 

And directly ahead, they'd see me, standing behind my custom-built chair. It hid everything from my sternum on down. Behind me was a bed, and behind that was a wall of glass. The morning sun lit the Osaka skyline. I stood in the middle of a recessed circular area adjacent to the window. This area usually housed spa tables, and it had a drains around the edges. If you've read my stories, you know how important that particular feature is. 

The space was airy and warm in color, with a lot of bamboo. Surrounding the recessed area were rows of chaises, radiating outward. We'd had to fill most of the space with them, because I'd be serving about sixty women each day I was here. Each chaise and the bed had a cover over it—they apparently make cloth-like fluid-proof covers for mattresses, and covering the furniture herein with the same material was a lot cheaper than me going to the trouble of buying new furniture. And, really, it was hardly noticeable since it did indeed feel like cloth. 

I was dressed in a luxurious purple robe. But with how heavily I'm hung, the halves don't really cover my junk so much as drape to either side of it. I had pulled the halves forward so even if they came around the side, they wouldn't immediately see my equipment. 

But they couldn't see my lower body. They just saw my shoulders and my smile. The ladies mostly looked somewhat confused as they looked around the room. I beckoned everyone forward and spoke up in Japanese. "Anata wa, mawari no shūshū dekiru yō daremoga, no chikaku ni kimasu." Everyone, come as close as you can, gather round. 

The chaises made that difficult, but a woman is much smaller than a chaise so they were able to fill the circle around me. They looked at each other, some swallowing, some biting their lips. A lot of stomachs were turning, pushing upward into throats. 

Some began questioning their life decisions, some began wondering what the baby would look like, some thought I looked sort of like a sumo. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could smell the subtle perfumes of all of them. I drew slow breaths, controlling the rumble deep in my balls. I could feel the burning libido in my loins, the pressure, the iron grip of my instinct to make mommies. That grip was squeezing my balls, and it wouldn't relent—especially now that their emptying was imminent. 

After a couple of minutes, they'd formed a rough circle around me. They stood at the edges of the recess. Thalita and Valeska came in, their stature drawing their fair share of stares, even though the women had passed the two outside. 

It probably didn't help that they were both wearing masks over their mouth and nose. With their skimpy swimsuits, they looked sort of like they'd just stepped out of Mortal Kombat. Yara appeared as well, dressed the same. Nahid was still in her bath. I wasn't sure where Mariam was. Jane wasn't there, but she didn't really care about watching. One of the reasons I hired her was specifically because she doesn't experience sexual desires and thus could conduct my operations with a clear head. Mariam wasn't as much of a minx as her mother—but I'd taken care of her more than a few times. 

My nuts were boiling and pressurized. I felt a glob of jizz leak from my cock and splat on the floor. I heard a couple of gasps. I opened my eyes, saw all of them watching me. Most were dressed very plainly, as instructed. But others had ignored our suggestions and dressed in fairly nice clothing. 

Ms. Shizuka entered the room, prim and proper as she'd been described. She didn't have a facemask on, but she also wouldn't be here for very long. She very politely shuffled through the crowd and bowed to me. I returned the gesture and spoke in English, "I'm pleased to finally meet you, Shizuka-san." 

"And you as well, Kanayama-san. The stories precede you," she said, offering her hand. I was slightly surprised—native Japanese did not usually shake hands—but then again, Western culture was penetrating theirs as much as I was penetrating their women. Her tiny hand disappeared into my meaty paw. I squeezed it. She gave a firm shake and continued, "My colleagues have told me about your ... events. If I may make a comment, I was skeptical when I heard such a thing was even legal." 

I chuckled. "Legally speaking, these are fertility treatments," I explained. 

"That is what I'm told." 

"I'm only going to need you for a short time, but please remain available," I told her. "What were you told about your role for the next two weeks?" 

"I am to help with the orientation of your ... patients ... and to translate your opening remarks. Then I am to remain available if you need me during the event," she answered. 

I nodded, "That's right. We don't want you getting drawn into the event itself because someone around here needs to be professional," I chuckled. 

"I assure you I have the utmost self-control, Kanayama-san." 

"I'm sure you do, but you haven't seen anything like what's going to happen here today," I told her. "It may sound like I'm bragging, but I will impregnate all sixty of these women and it's likely that most of this room is going to be covered in my sperm." 

She shuffled slightly. 

"I will be pumping them full of so much semen they won't be able to move." 

She gulped. 

I grinned. this was fun. "This pit will be knee-deep with my sperm, they will have to wade through it." 

"Mr. Kanayama, I ... do not need to know the details," she said, her voice a bit breathy. 

I chuckled. "Let's get going." 

She nodded. 

I bowed to my "guests." I held my robe closed as I turned to each side and bowed to the women around me. I spoke again in Japanese. "Welcome, ladies. I am honored to meet you all. I am Kanayama Minoru, but you probably know me by my American name, Brod. You can call me either name. I want you all to be comfortable. I understand that this is a strange event. But my staff and I want to make it a great day for you. First, I will take off my clothes so that you can see me. Then, my employees will strip. Finally, I will ask all of you to take off your own clothes. Then we will start. Are there any questions?" 

I repeated the same speech in English. Shizuka-san repeated it in Chinese. 

The women all looked at each other. One stepped down. She bowed. I bowed back. She was small and was slender, but she had wide hips. Not much of an ass or tits, but I hardly cared. The woman was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "If no one protests, I would like to go first." 

I looked around the room. No one said anything. 

"What is your name?" 

"Keiko. Four of my friends had your children," she told me. 

"And are they happy?" I asked, smiling warmly. 

Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled back. "Very happy! I would also be honored to bear your children, Minoru-sama," she bowed deeply as she said this. It was all I could do not to throw her on the bed and pound her pussy right then. 

"I'm glad you are here, Keiko. I appreciate your deference, but am here to serve to you," I explained. 

She nodded. "You are more humble than I thought you would be," she said. "Given your ... place in life." 

I smiled and gestured for her to step back. 

"By now, Jane must have showed you the cast of my cock. Let me show you the real thing." I stepped around the chair and slipped my robe off. Plush purple poured onto the ground. Jaws fell. Hands slapped cheeks. There were gasps and eyes as wide as saucers. 

I let their eyes roam over my bare body. I am not especially tall—about six feet. But I am broad—it is my name, after all. I am not built like an underwear model—I look more like an offensive lineman or a strongman. 

My thick-fingered hands settled on my hips. My arms looked bigger than their legs, powerful biceps under an adipose sheath, wide shoulders with huge deltoids defined in the light behind me. My core wasn't chiseled, but one could see the outline of my rectus abdominis and the bulk of my pecs and the breadth of my lats. My legs were just as robust, each one as big as one of those ladies' waists. Huge quads shifted under the surface. All was covered in skin baked to a honeyed tan in the sunlight of Tocobaga Bay. My black hair was cropped short, my face a rounded square with a sturdy jaw, sitting atop my thick neck. 

But the star of the show was, of course, my monstrous cock. I was still 28 inches at this time. Soft, it was 19 inches in length and thicker than a two-liter bottle. The glans was the size of a large grapefruit. Each testicle was easily bigger than a volleyball or my head. All hung low in front of me, heavy and dripping. 

I held on to control as I waved them in and said, "This is going to be inside you today. Get to know it." 

There was a moment of hesitation. One by one, then clumps, then the entire crowd approached. Women got to their knees. Some of them were already stripping. Keiko was at the forefront, kneeling directly ahead of me, her jaw open, big brown eyes looking up at me as her little hands rubbed over my ludicrous member. 

More women got down on their knees. I groaned as my cock disappeared under their touching hands. My heartbeat quickened, my cock began to bloat. It began pulsing, swelling, growing. 

"The dildo was real!" 

"I can't believe this!" 

"It's the size of a tree!" 

Their hands caressed and hefted my balls. Even as big as they were, they were obscured by the hands kneading the thick flesh, the fingertips caressing my fertility. I shuddered slightly and let out a groan. They were just stimulating more sperm production. It was pouring from my tip, but no one seemed to mind. 

"They're bigger than footballs!" 

"So heavy. We'll all get pregnant!" 

My cock reached its titanic full size. I needed to fuck! My balls just got fuller and tighter and heavier and the hands kept touching and rubbing their over-sensitive surface. Cups of pre and cum poured from my tip. Keiko let it all gush over her clothing, soaking her shirt and jeans, smiling happily as she gulped down mouthfuls of the hot fluid. The mixture oozed over her face, hot slime coating her lips, pouring around her nose, dripping down her neck. 

Behind them, my girls were now all naked, but no one was paying attention to them. 

"Take off your clothes," I told Keiko. Apparently, a lot of the women thought I was addressing them, because a lot of clothes were disappearing and a lot of tits were appearing. 

"We have racks to hang up your clothes," I said, not that I think any of them noticed. I had an avalanche of flesh upon me, women at all angles. I was fine with this, because my balls were ready to explode! 

I didn't even make it to the bed. It was too much to take. Dozens of hands stroking my cock and balls. Fingers in every crevice. So many tongues lapping at my balls. Even for a normal guy. If that many women are rubbing you, how do you keep your composure? 

I grabbed Keiko over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She yelped. I sat in the chair. My balls hit the floor. SMAK. I lowered her. Her hot, dripping, pink little pussy met my cock's tip. I gripped my organ with one hand while my other arm lowered her from my powerful shoulder. She gripped the back of the chair. I grunted and pushed her down. I felt her stretching out around my cock like rubber. She howled. The crowd of horny women kneaded my balls. Hot precum and sperm gushed out and into Keiko's snatch. 

I let out a long groan as I pushed her downward, putting more pressure on her. Keiko made needy mewling noises. My hot fluids pushed up into her body, lubing the way. And finally schplop! My massive glans was inside her. Her flat, pale belly bulged out, outlining my monster. My fluids gushed into her, filling her with my heat. She screamed and erupted, howling at the Osaka skyline and clenching around me. Her legs went briefly limp. Her nails scratched my shoulders and neck. 

A miasma of raw, uncut, mind-cloying, cunt-warming musk radiated out from us as my juices flowed. Left with little alternative, the pit was quickly devolving into a writhing sea of flesh. Bodies were everywhere. They were kneading and rubbing and licking and kissing my balls and each other. I began to push Keiko further down. Women clutched and stroked any available part of my shaft. They even descended on the non-cock parts of my body, tongues running up my shoulders, neck, stomach. 

She came again as my cock stretched her belly out with its sheer size.. Her eyes rolled back, her legs kicked, her toes curled. I grabbed her hips tightly, bucked my own, and my cock slammed into her cervix. I felt her womb resisting me, my cock bulging up near her belly button. SKLLLRRRT! SKLLLRRRT! "Mmaaauugh! Haheeee! Hhaaaahhh!" she screamed, needing no translation. Keiko kept squirting, drenching my cock and the women under her in her sparkling juices. I heard squealing and screaming around as they were wet. 

The whole room smelled like the inside of a dripping cunt, a musky lust-fog, and I loved it. All of them were dripping wet! I caught flashes, trickling rivulets running down thighs. Sparkling, clear streams on soft skin. The only ones remaining calm were my girls, watching from the back with the more conservative women. Even then, I could see dresses and pants with dark patches. 

WHUMP. WHUMP. My cock rammed into the barrier, demanding entry to her womb. It obliged and yielded. GLURCH. She dropped lower with a howl, her legs flailing. Keiko kicked a couple of ladies. And again, she came her head off, her eyes showing white, her jaw threatening to pop off her head. My hands wrapped around her waist as I pumped her up and down my titanic rod, manhandling her like a toy. SKLLLRSCH, SKLLLRSCH. Juices squished and squirted as I used her petite body. This was not lovemaking, and I'm not sure a lot of people would even call it sex. She stretched around my giant organ, a fleshy sleeve, and I used her to empty my aching nuts. 

Sweat rolled down my body as she howled again in my ear. I groaned. My balls rumbled. She'd never felt anything like it before, fire blasting her flesh like a spear, burning it with raw pleasure as her womb and cunt were devastated. I looked up at her, gritted my eyes. My toes gripped the floor. My hips bucked in the chair. Sex-syrup stuck under my ass as I bounced. Sklorsch-sklorsch-sklorsch. It ran down my legs and over my feet and into waiting mouths. 

There was no point holding back. I don't know how long it was, but it was enough. I felt the quake in my balls. I felt the pressure build and release. The wonderful swell of my urethra, stretching out my cock's throat. A solid column of sperm, stretching out the inside of my organ. 

I spoke in her ear. "Say hello to your new babies." GLOOOOOOORCH. That column of jizz exploded in her womb, a tsunami of thick white heat. 

"HAWAAAAUUGH! Give! Me baby!" she screeched as her legs dangled uselessly and she came again. 

SPLUUUURCH, SPLUUUUURCH! Each wad of jizz left my cock with the force of a train, gushing for several long, uninterrupted moments as her belly grew bigger and bigger. The jiggling flesh swelled up and filled the space between us. 

My own eyes closed. I panted, my hands slipping up and holding her under her shoulders as I felt the orgasm. The tingle, the magical sensation in my balls. 

As good as an orgasm feels, it's a different magnitude when I know I'm putting a baby in a woman. Nothing feels more natural. Nothing feels better than having my potence unshackled and making a brand new mother. 

GLUUUURCH GLUUURCH GLUUUURCH. I came and came. The heat filled her. She went limp. Valeska started wading through the crowd. Keiko's belly bulged out to the sides, engulfing my stomach and chest. She felt twice as hot as before, sweaty skin against sweaty skin as I pumped her full of spunk. I felt all the ladies squeezing and massaging my balls, encouraging me to fill her even more. Cupfuls of jizz blasted out around my girth, white sheets down my cock, down my balls, lapped up by their waiting tongues. 

I saw one of the blonde women down there. One of the Chinese women. Thai, Russia. My cock brought them all together. No one needed a language to know what was happening. 

Valeska grabbed Keiko's shoulders. I relaxed against the chair. The Japanese woman's belly had to be a meter across, more than doubling her weight, and GLURCH-GLURCH-GLURCH, I was still cumming. 

The jizz coming out around my cock increased, gushing onto me by the liter instead of the cup. And, stupidly enough, a tiny part of me standing way in the background, in another room, perhaps, was proud that the chair didn't even creak. I'd built it with this exact thing in mind. It was strong as hell. 

"Too much! Too much!" cried Keiko before going limp again. I managed to nod at Valeska. She pulled Keiko off my cock. SCHLOOORPH! Keiko's gaping cunt gushed jizz all over her naked neighbors. 

SPLUUUURCH! My cock kept gushing. I'd already surpassed my normal, restricted orgasms. A column of jizz an inch thick snaked from my cock, a flying rope that splattered and painted women like geishas. Mouths latched onto my cock, hands pumped my slick flesh, and they fought over my potent sperm. They lapped and gulped for the next few minutes until I was done. 

One of the white women appeared in front of me shoved past the smaller Japanese ladies. Maybe six feet tall, fairly athletic, faint wrinkles, freckles. Maybe in her fifties. She yelled something in Russian, turned around, and slammed her wet cunt into my cock's head. Some of the women she'd trampled yelled at her and commented on just how rude Americans are. 

"Don't you know it's rude to butt ahead?" I asked her. I don't think she understood. "But if that's what you want..." I chuckled. My hands clamped over her hips. She looked startled, her blue eyes widening as she looked back at me, her jaw falling. I think that it only now dawned on her what she'd just done. 

My shoulders rolled back. My biceps flexed, my lats pulled, my hands held her fast. I wrenched her toward me and onto my raging fuckrod. That pussy stretched like a rubber band, forced to accommodate my titanic erection, much in the same way that a one-car garage can be forced to accommodate an eighteen wheeler. 

She screamed in tongues. I had no idea what she was saying, but it sounded great to me. I don't know if she spoke English, but I didn't care. My thick arms flexed. Precum and sperm gushed into her pussy. She arched her back and started to gush in return, all over my cock, screaming at the crowd as I shoved my glans into her cervix. 

Valeska carried Keiko's limp body and put her up on one of the chaises. She splayed out like a ragdoll, her gaping cunt gushing sperm. 

Some of the Japanese women lunged forward, shoving the Russian girl further back into my cock. WHRCH. I penetrated her womb. Underneath, her belly bulged and tented up past her cervix, hot liquid gushing into her body as she screamed again. It seemed the crowd was miffed by her rudeness. 




Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 02



I reached forward and grabbed the blonde's upper arms. I rose out of my chair. Even though the girl's feet reached the slimy floor, her legs were useless. They dangled as I pumped her whole body up and down my cock. Her fat tits jiggled and flopped. Her toes drew trails in the cum beneath us. The women continued to assault my balls from all angles. 

The blonde came again, arcs of clear pussy juice spraying my belly and washing some of the thick sperm away. She howled, baring her teeth, clenching her eyes shut. I reached forward, grabbed a handful of golden hair, and released her shoulders, using her head for leverage as I pounded her womb, her legs slapping my balls, my balls slapping my thighs. 

I saw Yara standing at the back of the room, smiling proudly. Valeska and Thalita shared a chaise, tongues intertwined. Thalita was pumping that big purple dildo from the orientation in and out of Valeska's pussy, bulging out her abs. The number of clothed bodies was dwindling. 

The Russian lady's eyes were rolling all over the place, and gibberish spilled from her lips the way our juices gushed out of the other set. SPLURSCH-SPLURSCH-SPLURSCH. She was a toy in my hands. Her hair providing a handle, her spine arched back, her toes curled. The woman's arms and legs flopping limply like those of a ragdoll. Her cunt kept squeezing, clutching, a constant, body-rattling orgasm. The womb felt like it was doing flips, the muscles spasming this way and that. 

I felt the pressure. The rumble. The bulging. The swelling of my cock. The frenzied sperm raging in my cock and balls. I turned her head to the side and growled at her, "You're a mother now." BLUUUUUUURCH! She screamed as my cock blasted. I shot a wad. Another. Oh, that miraculous sensation of making a mommy! SPLOOOORSCH, SPLOOOORSCH, SPLOOOORSCH. Her belly sagged lower and lower. The women were caressing and rubbing it. More of them lapped sperm from my balls and thighs. I even felt a woman licking my ass cheeks. 

Countless sperm writhed inside her, raging, frenzied as they sought out every available egg in her womb. Their tails thrashed as they crashed against them like heat-seeking missiles, acrosomes detonating against the zonae pellucidae. Membranes punctured, the eggs stood no chance of escaping as my sperm found them wherever they hid. 

It was like she could feel all of them, swimming throughout. I sank to my knees. The blonde's belly was so full of sperm now she could lay on top of it. She was limp, but my cock was still hard, and I had more cum for her. Her belly jiggled and bounced and slapped the floor. SMAK-SMAK-SMAK. 

Her head arched back as her volcanic orgasm continued. I painted myself white as I came and came. Thalita came up to us. Several of the women around us now looked several months pregnant, having swallowed so much secondhand sperm. The blonde started slapping the floor. She was actually tapping out to my cock! Thalita grabbed her and pulled her away. SPLUUUURCH! Her pussy erupted. The space was filled with squirming women. I grabbed their heads and pushed them down. They gulped and swallowed audibly. Gluck-gluck-gluck. GLOOOORCH, GLOOORCH. Liter after liter of jizz filled their eager mouths. 

I wasn't even done cumming when I grabbed a short-haired Japanese girl's hips and forced her onto my cock. Its bulk stretched her out in seconds, slamming deep into her body, pushing her belly outward. 

"Minoru!" she wailed as I bulged her belly upward and shot another wad instantly. SPLOOOOORCH! Boiling-hot, potent semen gushed into her by the pint and filled her stomach up as my cock stretched out her silky tunnel. Inside her, my semen sprayed past her cervix in a thick torrent that splattered the top of her womb in white, filling her even through the barrier, ensuring her pregnancy within a second. 

GLUUUUUURCH. Even with my cock gushing a torrent of jizz, I slammed my hips forward. My fat organ pressurized the jizz within her, popping her cervix open. You could see the shift in her belly as the bulge of sperm moved up higher and she came violently, shuddering around my cock. 

I turned her on her side and grabbed her thigh, my cock pushing upward under her chest as she clawed at the floor. My balls engulfed her leg as I pounded into her, fucking her while I came. She was already pregnant, but I my cock was ravenous and it needed her. 

BLOOORCH, BLOOORCH, BLOOORCH. Who knew how much time passed. The little Japanese lady screamed and grabbed the hands of her nearest neighbor, tears of ecstasy in her eyes as I made her a mother. Her whole body bounced as I pounded her, her belly expanding as my cock slammed the inside of her womb. She already looked swollen with twins by the time I stopped orgasming. 

Every time I thrust into her, I could feel my own spunk squishing around my cock, gushing around its girth, squirting on my belly and balls and her legs. I draped her leg over my shoulder, leaned forward on all fours, and thrust into her, panting raggedly, growling in my throat. I felt like an animal. Trillions of sperm tingled the insides of my nuts. I needed to blow another load. I needed to spread my seed and fill more bellies! My balls were so tight! 

"Broooood!" she screamed. She came again, again, and again, painting me with layer after layer of cunt juice until she went limp. KLLLLRSCH, KLLLLRSCH, KLLLLRSCH! Then I erupted. GLOOOORCH. GLOOOORCH. Liters of semen blasted through my cock's throat, filling it, stretching it, blasting again, again, minutes passing as her belly grew bigger and bigger, rising up even further, spreading out in front of her, a pale, jiggling balloon. 

More sperm erupted, cascading over her thigh and down my balls and spreading out in a thick pool. Even with as big as the space was, it reeked like the orgy it had become. 

Her stomach kept growing, becoming more spherical, and I knew from experience she was near her limit, her back arching as she came in her fuck-induced coma. Valeska appeared. I pulled back. The big blonde pulled the limp girl off my cock. SCHLOOORR-POP! I fell back on my ass, sitting on the floor. I laid back as the ladies descended in a frenzy. As she was dragged away, gushing, the girl hugged her belly and muttered, "I'm a mother now..." 

Dozens of soft, dainty hands and little fingers grabbed my fuckrod. I felt the crowd surging, squirming, dripping bodies blocking my vision. I spread my legs to give them room. Every inch of cock was covered with a tongue or a finger. I felt them licking and sucking my tip as I unloaded. SPLUUUURCH, SPLUUUURCH, SPLUUUURCH. What didn't get gulped down ended up spraying into the air, white streaks on the ceiling, more hot seed dripping down the columns. 

Women sucked on mouthfuls of sweaty ball-flesh and kneaded my nuts to encourage me to give them more seed. Their slippery bodies slid against mine, making a hot tent of woman-flesh that surrounded me. 

Suddenly, it went dark. A pussy was on my face. I don't even know who it was. I grabbed her hips and slipped my tongue into her. She was already so turned on by the orgy that she exploded instantly. SKLLLRT-SKLLLRT-SKLLLRT! She sang out and attempted to drown me with her pussy, her juices filling my mouth and throat as I gulped down, forcing me to close my eyes and soaking my hair, flowing over my face. 

I felt another pussy against the tip of my cock. No idea who that was, either, but she slammed her hips down and I heard another scream. I felt squeezing, silky flesh around my glans, spraying nectar coating my erection. 

I had no idea what was going on. Maybe the other women were helping the new cock-rider? All I know was that she abruptly slammed down on my cock and I felt a cervix dilate and a womb stretch, and suddenly over half my 28 inch behemoth was inside a hot, silky cunt, and my ears were full of howling. 

I kept eating that quivering pussy as my cock got ridden, orgasm after orgasm, for who I couldn't tell. I felt her clutching my glans through the flesh of her own stomach. At some point, the pussy disappeared and another took its place. All I tasted, smelt, and felt were the women. It was glorious. And the glory swelled in my balls and I announced, "Say hello to the new mommy!" I mean, there was about a good chance that it was one of the Japanese women! Hopefully I used the right language. 

Granted, considering I was yelling into a vagina, I don't know if anyone heard me. 

SPLOOOORCH! SPLOOOORCH! SPLOOOORCH! I couldn't see it, but I felt that incredible release, the incomparable sensation of my nuts going off and all those sperm raging their way into another womb. I could feel her walls pull away from my cock as I inflated her belly. It grew and grew, pushing the whimpering crowd back. I heard her scream again and again, her cunt squirting over and over, SKLLLRRT-SKLLLLRRT-SKLLLRRRRT! 

Her belly came down on mine as she swelled, and I felt her go limp as my cock kept pumping. I closed my eyes. The wonderful sensation of creating new life. The rush of sperm, knowing I had fertilized her. Her hot belly engulfed my chest, sticking to me, flesh coated in spunk and sweat. It jiggled and pressed down on me. And I kept shooting! GLOOORCH. GLOOORCH. I felt my semen rushing around my cock. And she felt all that virility and power inside her, ensuring her family was about to get bigger. 

The crowd dispersed momentarily as Thalita came to dislodge the woman from my raging organ. Schlrrrr-pop! The second there was room, they descended on my cock again. 

*** 

I put my hand on her ass and pulled my hips back. She laid there, legs dangling down past her gargantuan tummy, splayed over it like a bean-bag. Schlllrrkh-pop! My glans came free, my pearl-frosted cock bounced, ropes of jizz connected us for a moment, stretching as she gushed goopy seed. GLOOOORSCH. A white waterfall crashed onto the heads of the women surrounding me. 

My cock bobbed in front of me as it continued to go off. SPLOORCH. SPLOOORCH. 

I looked down. Their eager, pretty little faces looked up, makeup smeared everywhere, mouths opening like baby birds, all those eyes looking hungrily up at me. Schloorph. Schlurrrp! Glurk-glurk-glurk. They eagerly cleaned up my jizz as it shot out, slurping down liters of it, bellies bulging. 

A few minutes passed, and I finished. I looked over at the chaises. One of the girls was eating Valeska's pussy while Thalita and Yara watched. I couldn't hear what they were saying. 

"How long has it been?!" I called. 

"About four hours!" answered Yara. She stood up and began wading through the crowd towards us. Her pussy looked swollen and I saw juices leaking down her legs. I wondered if she'd gotten her pussy serviced, too? 

"How many?" I asked her. She stood there, glancing down at the servile women. 

Valeska moaned, her hand clutching the girl's head tightly as she ground her fleshy mound into her face. 

"How many is that?" I asked, pointing at the gushing girl. 

"Twenty-six," she answered. "Right on schedule. You hungry?" 

I nodded. 

"Good. Because I already ordered your lunch," she said, smiling. I don't know where she got it, but she had a washcloth and began wiping my brow. 

I walked back to the chair. My wonderful clients followed. Their nude bodies filled the pit. Sloorsch. Slooorsch. I walked through my own squishing sperm, up above my ankles, squishing between my toes. I sat down. Yara handed me a bottle of water. I began chugging it as sweat rolled off my hot skin. 

My two-foot-plus cock pulsed, still ready and eager. My balls still felt ludicrously full. I felt a small amount of relief, but it was like finding a glass of water in the desert. It was nice, but I knew it wasn't a solution. I needed to knock more women up. 

Twenty-six ladies, gushing and swollen. On a normal day, I usually spend 4-6 hours having sex with about that many people, most of which are female. But even so, it takes a lot more than that to satisfy me at this point in my life. 

A chubby Japanese girl looked up at me from the floor with big, brown eyes. We smiled at each other. Her belly was big even without my help, and her fat tits sat atop it. She knelt submissively near my feet, brushing back her brown-dyed hair. 

She asked a pensive question, "Do you like me?" 

I chuckled and said, "I'll show you. Get on your hands and knees. Turn around and bend over." 

She did just that, presenting a fuzzy cunt to me. I grabbed her hips, groaned, and pulled her backward. My gushing dome kissed her dripping cunt and she cried out as I stuffed my pulsing organ into her. I showed her all the hesitance that the more traditionally attractive girls got. 

"Oaaauuuh! Never felt! Anything! Like this!" she howled at the gathering. 

Squiilllsch! Her belly bulged out even bigger as my gargantuan slab of flesh filled her with my potence. My fluids gushed into her body. 

Sure, just the idle emissions from my erect cock could knock all these women up. But we wanted to be absolutely certain, right? And where was the fun in just squirting a little spunk into them and being done with it? I'm sure all of the catatonic women recovering on the lounges would agree. 

The seminal slurry filled all the space available in her tunnel, putting more pressure on her cervix.I bounced my hips, pulled her back, SCHPLOP! I was in her womb. 

The chubby girl nearly collapsed on her face as she scrunched it up, curled her toes, and gushed on me. SKLLRSCH! SKLLRSCH! SKLLRSCH! 

"SO BIG!" she screeched. 

"I don't need to speak Japanese to understand that," mused Yara. There was a knock on the door. 

I pointed at Yara and said, "If it's a woman, don't let her in here. We don't want a repeat of last time." 

Yara nodded. "Could'a been worse. You could have had to pay child support." 

"True," I agreed. 

I grabbed the girl's hips and began to pump her back and forth. Gliisch. Gliisch. Gliisch. I made a rumbling noise, pulling her further back as I fucked her relatively slowly. 

"Mmh! Mmh! Oooh! Oooh!" she whimpered and moaned with every thrust of my monstrous cock deep into her womb. Silky heat clutched my cock. It just feels so right. My cock sank a little deeper each time, pulsing powerfully inside her body, filling her completely, her feet rubbing against my heavy balls. 

Yara came back with a platter of sushi and huge amount of sashimi. Protein and carbs. Just what I needed. 

I pumped my hips, small, casual thrusts, my ravenous organ stretching her womb and squishing my own fluid so that it squirted around my girth. 

I put the platter on the girl's back and started eating it rapidly. Usually, I'd take my time, but I wanted to get back to the sex. I didn't even bother with wasabi and soy sauce. Which was a good thing, because it would have spilled, and wasabi isn't generally very good for sex. 

I sighed, tasting the high-quality fresh-caught fish from downstairs. My ladies moved in to lick and suck at my balls, and more of them began to stroke the foot or so of cock not buried inside the newest lady. I let out a growl of pleasure as they made sure to lavish my balls with praise—after all, I still had their babies in there. 

SKLLLRRT. SKLLLRRT. SKLLLRRT. The chubby girl began gushing and squirming and curling her toes while squirting once more. Her hot juices sprayed around my cock, clear nectar running down over my balls. Some of her fluids spattered off my belly and onto my food. I finished it without hesitation. 

Yara took the plate. I got out of the chair, scooting it back with my foot, and began pumping my cock vigorously into the chubby girl's slowly-expanding womb, wrapping my powerful arms around her waist as I pounded her. SKLORSCH-SKLORSCH-SKLORSCH. I groaned. My balls were too big to swing and smack her legs, so they just kind of engulfed her calves and squished between our thighs. 

Minutes later, she howled, and I exploded. GLOOORCH. GLOOORCH. My cock detonated like a cannon. I groaned. She collapsed onto her face a she came. But then she began to rise again—not under her own power, but under that of her growing belly. Sperm blasted her insides, it gushed out around me, and her belly expanded to become a personal waterbed. I put my hand on her ass and pulled my cock out of her. The glans popped free. A centimeter-thick layer of jizz clung to my organ. 

A girl was sitting in the jizz nearby, fingering her clit, biting her lower lip. As soon as my cock was free, sperm still flowing from its tip, I pushed her down, grabbed her hips, and stuffed my cock into her. SQUILSCH-SQUILSCH-SQUILSCH! She screamed and came violently, a steaming-hot fountain gushing around my cock. My heavy balls spanked her little ass. Her eyes rolled back, her stomach bulged, a pale tent. Her mouth lolled open. Her womb and cunt spasmed as she came again, again, again. And as her voice became hoarse from screaming, I filled her. GLOOORCH, GLOOOORCH, GLOOOOOORCH! She grew bigger and bigger until her belly mushed up against the last girl. 

It felt so good! You really can't know. I don't know how to explain it. The pressure in my nuts abated as she grew larger and larger. My sperm-pangs ceased for a few seconds. She cried out. I closed my eyes. Euphoria warmed me from the inside out, tickling my balls, my cock, radiating through my body. 

As my orgasm ended, so did that feeling. I needed it again! 

I grabbed another girl and bent her over the last one's belly. She looked back at me, her jet-black hair mired in jizz, turned into dark tentacles. Then her eyes flared open and her jaw dropped, her back arched, and her cunt gushed as I slammed my spunk-slathered cock into her cunt. 

My flesh-monster entered her womb and I bounced her up and down on top of the jiggling belly-turned-bed of the last girl. She lay on the floor, wailing, eyes clenched shut, hands grabbing up fistfuls of jizz from the floor. The spunk was so deep it was up past her ears, lapping at her cheeks. Her belly wobbled with the weight of the new girl, molding around her. With every thrust, jizz blasted from her gaping cunt and onto my balls, painting it over and over with hot white. 

Every time I slammed my cock into the womb of the new girl, she screeched. Hands rubbed over my back, ladies stroked my balls, more pressed against the bottom-girl's belly. Nails scratched my shoulders, tongues lapped at my back. 

My fleshy battering ram slammed into the deepest depths of her womb, pressing her insides aside, bulging it out, ramming the belly below and sending another gush of sperm out of the stretched-out pussy. SKLORCH! SKLORCH! SKLORCH! GLRCH! GLRCH! GLRCH! 

All around us, women fingered themselves into a frenzy. Some scooped up handfuls of jizz to slurp up. Many were slathering it all over their bodies. Some sat around the edges of the circle, watching, finger-fucking their cunts, their feet buried deep in my spunk. 

Minutes later, I felt the pressure clenching my balls. I leaned in and told her, "You'll be a mother in three ... two ... one!" GRROOOOOOORCH! My balls rumbled, my cock swelled, jizz blasted her insides. 

Her belly exploded in size, her cunt exploded in orgasm, her lungs exploded with a scream. I arched my back, closing my eyes, feeling trillions of sperm bursting out of my balls like a broken dam, rushing through my cock, eager to find the newest girl's eggs, deep in her uterus. 

She grew heavier and heavier, until she slipped off the swollen girl beneath and splashed into the cum below. SPLORT! It splashed everywhere, hot white spunk splattering faces, including mine, coating my chest. She howled. BLOOORCH. BLOOORCH. BLOOORCH! I kept blowing my load, pumping liter after liter of raw potence into her womb. She clutched the floor through the semen, her legs flexing, her toes curling. 




Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 02



Cum blasted around my cock as she kicked her legs and swelled, her belly pushing against her neighbor's. Then her feet settled in the jizz, she bit her lip, and kept cumming, mewling peacefully as she rode out her intense orgasm. 

She could feel all that energy. Inside her womb, it would feel as if each of my sperm were tickling the walls as they were stretched thin as those of a balloon. The insides of her body were on fire, all the heat from my loins pouring into hers. Sweat rolled over her skin. She could feel semen as thick as yogurt inside her, outside her body, a thick gunk vibrating with my power. 

And just like all of those before her, there was no question in her mind that she was now pregnant. 

*** 

Hours later, I pulled my cock out of the last mother for today. Schllrrrk-ploph! It bounced up and down, a finger-thick coating of pearly spunk on its surface. Thick ropes of semen stretched down from my nuts and my pulsing organ. 

I stood above sixty twitching, swollen, gushing women. I felt relief. A euphoric calm. The pressure was gone for now. My heavy balls were still bigger than my head, but as they bounced, they felt so much lighter. 

Just imagine that. For weeks and weeks, you have a backpack full of bricks hanging from your body. Sure, after a while, maybe you can ignore it. But it keeps getting in the way. It's painful, stressful. That bag swings and bangs on your legs with every step. You can hardly concentrate on anything else because that fucking bag is so distracting. 

Then, the bag is gone. That's how I felt. Like I was suddenly lighter. Deep-seated, whole-body relief. More profound than when I bang a whole sorority while disarmed. 

Even so, it took almost fifteen minutes for my cock to realize it was sated, and only then did it start to deflate. 

The pit area was now as deep as my knee, flooded with steaming, white, boiling-hot gunk. My sperm holds heat very well, and when it's fully armed, it can stay hot for hours after I shoot it. No one is really sure why. 

Not all of them had made it to the chaises. Pale, fleshy balloons rested against the pool's edges, their bellies spread out over their legs, sitting in my sperm. Their arms rested atop the walls around the circumference. Their heads laid back, drool hung from their tongues. Some laid forward, against their own bellies. 

I waded through my own seed and sat in my chair. My balls disappeared into the sperm. It was high enough to engulf the seat of the chair, squishing between my ass cheeks. I sighed and flopped my cock over one leg, its head dipping back into the semen. 

My broad, solid body was caked in layers of thick, white frosting. I must have looked like a ghost. Or at least, a ghost that had just woken up. It was in my hair like gel, turning it into an absurd blooming onion mashed to one side. My chest heaved as I caught my breath. 

Two-thirds of the chaises were laden with heavily-laden women. The furniture creaked under the combined weight of a new mother and the great load of jizz bloating her womb. Thalita and Valeska laid the girls on their stomachs, because all that jizz lying on top of someone makes it hard to breathe. 

Splat-splat-splat. My sperm dripped from the ceiling. It ran down the columns. Sheets of semen flowed down the window. It was all over the wooden floor. The air was a palpable fog of raw sex. 

A few swollen ladies lied around my chair, cunts gaping, yawning open, streched-out caverns flowing with a river of pearly spunk. They would have been effortless to fist, they were so stretched out. My semen poured from them. One of them absently licked and kissed my flaccid organ. Blonde, brown, black, dyed, their hair was messed up and full of jizz. 

I looked around the pool I'd made. If any woman got into it without having Nahid's birth control, she'd become pregnant instantly. It's kind of weird, but a lot of fun to know you have that much power between your legs. Being so fertile you can create a life unintentionally. 

Slorsch. Slorsch. I heard someone wading through the jizz. I looked. Thalita and Valeska smirked down at me. 

"You're not done yet, sperm-slave," said Valeska. 

"It's our turn, Broddy, we've been waiting all day," chuckled Thalita. 

*** 

Hours later, I finally got showered and got to bed. The bathroom was still a mess and I'd have lots of explaining to do. But I was exhausted. 

Valeska and Thalita got what they'd been craving all day—wombs so full of spunk the two of them took up most of the bathtub we'd filled with jizz earlier. Each one was a good four feet or more in diameter, each one with a cunt gaping and gushing jizz. Their bellies spilled over the sides as seed spilled from their slits—though the "slits" were more like "culverts" at this point. Valeska's pale belly pushed up against Thalita's. The lied there, groaning, relaxing. I was sleeping in another part of the suite. 

Jizz caked their muscular forms. Valeska glared over at her "sister," unable to move much. Semen slowly flowed out of them by the liter, rising up and up around their bodies. 

"Hey. You want to go down to the actual hot tub?" asked Valeska. 

"Sure, but we're a bit large for that," Thalita chuckled, rubbing her hands over her vastly swollen stomach. It was even bigger than Valeska's. Her abs were completely gone, though her shoulders and powerful, sculpted arms glistened in the light. Semen squished under her big, muscular rump, around the thick thighs of both women. "Oh, my, this feels divine!" she sighed. 

Valeska smirked and shifted, getting her legs under her and lunging forward. BLOMPH! Her belly slammed into Thalita's. She couldn't reach out and grab Thalita, so she settled for just mashing her belly into the other woman's. Walls of flesh crashed. Two jiggling balloons squished together. Squirsch-squilllsch. BLOOORCH! Jizz began gushing from the blonde and the brunette. Both of them moaned, feeling my hot seed gushing out of their bodies. 

I wish I'd been awake for this show. 

"Mmph-aaaugh!" groaned Valeska as her blown-out Viking-cunt gushed my Asian jizz. It poured out of her in a white arc, splashing down into the tub. 

"Mmmmh-oooh!" moaned Thalita, panting, smiling, loving the feeling of all that pressure inside her body. 

Valeska pushed her feet against the tub, avoiding slipping and hefting her giant belly with both muscular arms, pushing it more atop Thalita's. The pressure increased. Semen was blasting from both of them. Liter after liter of thick white, filling the tub up all over again. It rose and rose. 

Soon, their bellies were both small enough that they wrapped their muscular arms around each other. Valeska's biceps flexed, her arms wrapped around Thalita's powerful back, and she mashed her tongue into the Brazilian girl's. Thalita grabbed handfuls of toned, round, ample glute. Both of them gaped and gushed. Nothing was visible below their shoulders, the tub full of jizz once more, sloshing and splashing around them as the two titanesses tongue-wrestled. 

They slurped loudly, eagerly. Jizz rolled down Valeska's shoulders. Mouthfuls of it passed between. Ropes of my potent seed stuck them together, stretching, snapping, slipping between their wanton lips. 

Thalita pushed Valeska back through the white muck. Slooorsch! Semen crested the sides of the tub, adding to the growing, sticky pool. She stood up, smirking as white waves of jizz rolling down bronze skin, highlighting her thick quads. Thalita turned around, shoving her big ass into Valeska's face. 

"What are you doing, you fat-ass jizz-blimp?!" growled Valeska. "I could shove my whole head in that sloppy sperm-vent, you're so stretched out!" 

"Oh, please, you're just as stretched-out as I am," chuckled Thalita before shoving her ass into Valeska's face, grabbing the sides of the tub, biting her lower lip, and contracting her abs. 

GLOORSCH! White jizz erupted from inside her body, filling Valeska's mouth and engulfing her head. 

GLURK-GLURK-GLURK! The blonde tried to slurp up all the jizz, gulping eagerly, but it was too much, rolling over her face, over her eyes, forcing her to close them. It poured down her neck as she swallowed, her belly growing once more as the hot lips of Thalita's cunt engulfed the lower half of her face. Her hands reached up, rubbing over the bigger woman's ass as she drank. 

"Oh, yes, little sister needs her protein," laughed Thalita. 

Valeska reached up and began fingering Thalita, her fingertips teasing the Amazon's enormous clit. Granted, it was the right size for her body, but Thalita is huge. A throaty moan echoed through the bathroom. Unfortunately for me, I had a couple doors between us, and I was exhausted from knocking up sixty women and then having both of them riding my cock and sitting on my face for another couple hours. I was pretty much a well-hung rock at that point. 

Thalita bit her lower lip, squeezing the edges of the tub, rolling her hips, grinding her muff into Valeska's face as the Viking's tongue explored her silky tunnel. The stretched-out lips engulfed half her face. More sperm came forth, rewarding her effort. 

I really wish I could have seen this. The glistening, thick, muscular thighs. Thalita's big ass perked up, pussy being eaten by Valeska, sperm being extracted. 

Thalita began rubbing faster and faster, pushing Valeska's head into the wall. "Mmh! Ooohhh, yes!" she mewled, loving every second of it. Valeska pushed her fingers into Thalita's sore pussy, curled them down, teasing the roof of her cunt near the entrance. Her other hand began to massage the already ravaged lips, and— 

"Aaugh! That's it!" Her thighs tensed. Her belly squeezed. Heat welled up, and released. SKLLLRT-SKLLLRT-SKLLLRRRT! A clear spray blasted Thalita's face, mixed with cupfuls of my jizz. It completely drenched her, waves of pussy juice crashing over her head, soaking her hair, washing away sperm, adding more. Droplets splattered the wall, rolling downward. SKLLRSCH. SKLLRRRSCH! 

Thalita closed her eyes, sighing in relief as she knelt in the tub. Sloorsch. "Okay, now I'm ready to go to the hot tub." 

Valeska smirked, standing up, wiping the juice from her face and flicking it aside. Splat! 

Their feet squished through jizz as they went to the shower to wash off. 

About twenty minutes later, the two giant women were headed downstairs. At this hour, no one was in the halls except for a couple of the maintenance staff, who gaped at the wall of feminine muscle heading towards them. And probably at the smell, because both of them still smelled like sex. 

They lowered themselves into the hot tub outside. It was a nice night. Steam rolled off the glowing water. Valeska and Thalita relaxed, their abs loosening. 

"I can still feel sperm inside me," moaned Thalita. "Can you feel it? Mmmh. It's so good," she sighed. "My little Broddy is such a stud!" 

Valeska chuckled, patting her swollen tummy. "I got a gut and a womb full of baby-batter. I'm gonna be dripping for days. Sperm-bag did a good job serving us." 

The shower had been quick and crude. They thought they'd gotten all the sperm ,but there was the matter of the gunk caught between labia and vulva, and spunk they'd missed under the hoods of their clits. The heat relaxed their muscles. The bubbles tickled their skin. They sank lower, looking up at the clouds drifting by overhead. 

As their powerful muscles relaxed, some of the residual semen in their wombs began to drain, trickling out into the bubbling water. Sperm dissolved. White clouds bloomed under the water as well as above before dissipating. 

*** 

So it went. Over the next two weeks, I stuffed my cock into hundreds of women. 

I grabbed hips, shoved my cock in, built pyramids of swollen Japanese mothers. I stuffed more dick into them than any woman should take, filled them each with enough sperm to father an army. My ears were almost deaf from the screams, my skin not touching air for days, covered constantly in sweat, cunt-juice and my own cum. 

I emptied my balls over and over, trying to sate the desire that I felt in my loins. Hundreds of bellies swelled, littering the room. I filled the pit area over and over, wading through my own hot sperm for a fortnight. 

Sperm cells found thousands of eggs. My balls made uncontrollable amounts. I couldn't fuck fast enough. Every day, I went to bed feeling sated, but woke up with my balls full and my libido raging. I'd spend all my waking hours impregnating lady after lady if I could. 

We got a lot of walk-ins. We were only slated for 785, but I ended up stuffing, stretching, and bloating over nine hundred women. Over nine hundred voices cried out in ecstasy as I filled them with sperm, the juices of thousands upon thousands of orgasms drenched me. I smelled like pussy no matter how many times I showered. 

After a few days, the drain clogged and my jizz began flooding the room, but the orgy kept going as semen rolled across the entire spa facility and out the door. We weren't swimming in it, exactly, but the whole place was ankle-deep in jizz and I hear people were slipping and falling in the hallway. We improvised by putting sandbags around the inside of the door to control the flooding. 

I spent all my time naked, dripping cum. 652 Japanese women ended up with strong, purebred babies inside them. Babies that would help with the dwindling birth rate, babies that the government literally paid them to have. 185 Chinese ladies flew back home, swelling and growing with children. Thirty-eight women from Thailand, nineteen from singapore, and seven from Taiwan got off their airplanes as brand new mothers. I stuffed my cock into two-dozen Russian women and pumped them full of sperm. 

Months later, I began receiving a slough of pictures of women with swollen tummies, growing baby bumps. It's hard not to smile at that—seeing women with that maternal glow, the soft smile as they cradle their bellies, knowing they had a child on the way. And, of course, for me, there was also the pride and the pleasure, knowing I'd given them that baby. 

And it's also pretty nice to see how the bank accounts look after one of these trips. 

But then something very unusual cropped up. 

I was in my office. In a rare twist, wasn't littered with random, bloated women and carpeted in sperm. I was naked, though, because why wouldn't I be? You all know I hate wearing pants. My heavy balls sat on the rug under my desk, my feet pressed against their smooth sides. My fat cock was flopped over one leg, glans dangling down. I was back on Nahid's contraceptives, so I didn't feel like my balls were going to explode. I could actually go out in public without having to restrain myself from bending random girls and boys over to stuff my raging organ into. 

I heard the chime of an email. I paused the game. I opened the email and found a link to a news article. 

Klik! Jane walked into the room with her tablet, smiling at me. She sat down and crossed her legs. "Well, Broddy-boy, looks like we might have an issue. Take a look at that article I just sent you." 

"Okay?" I opened the article and began reading it. Apparently, a couple dozen "miraculous pregnancies" had happened in Osaka. Pregnancies unrelated to the ones I'd caused ... intentionally. 

After interviewing the women for an earlier article on this, the reporter found that they'd all stayed at the Jouissance, and they'd all used the hot tub within the same few days. This second article was more about how a bunch of women were staying there now, crowding the hot tubs because they thought they'd be blessed with fertility. Oh, how I wish I could have been there to provide! 

But it didn't answer the question of, "How did this happen? Wait. You think I did this?" 

"Not directly, no. Not like those maids that slipped and fell in your sperm out in the hallway," she chuckled. "But, see, I remembered Thalita and Valeska talking about using a hot tub after they'd rolled in the hay with you. And I reckoned..." 

I thought about it for a moment. "Wait." I squinted. "You mean ... you mean to say you think that they spread my sperm to the hot tub by mistake?" 

Jane pointed, grinned, and said, "Looks like we have a winner! What else could it be?" 

I sighed, putting my hand on my forehead. "Well, fuck. I wonder how long it will take them to figure it out?" 

"Well, the times you shot wads o'batter into the pool, the only reason anyone found out was because you shot them an even bigger wad o'money," she chuckled. 

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" I asked, leaning back in the chair, a knot in my stomach, a deep growl in my chest. I quit out of the game, forgetting to even save. 

You've heard me mention it before that being genetically endowed the way I am is a double-edged sword. Most of the time, I don't focus on this edge. But this was the literal price I had to pay for being ludicrously virile and fertile. I'd impregnated dozens of women simply because my gigantic nuts produce so much thick sperm it clung to my lady-friends and dissolved in the water. I had never even set foot in that hot tub! I was just thankful that my sperm didn't live longer. 

And if Thalita and Valeska had gone swimming ... who knew how many women would have used that pool. I looked down at my enormous, bloated balls. I was suddenly very aware of just how huge and full my balls always are. I had the opposite of a WMD between my legs. I could cause dozens of new babies to be born by accident. I was thankful once again that Nahid kept my sperm subdued most of the time. 

"We have to prevent this type of shit from happening, I didn't think it'd happen again." I slumped over the desk. 

"Yeah, you could be in Forbes," said Jane. "But you spread your money around so much Karl Marx dug his way outta the grave to congratulate you." 

"You know, I did fuck some Russian girls," I said, leaning back in the chair. I felt my balls shift on the floor. My leg was getting hot, so I reached down and flopped my cock over the other leg. Flump! "Before I had money, I didn't do this, but now, it's like, a responsibility," I explained. 

"I got more good news," chuckled Jane. She tapped on her tablet and sent me another article. Miracle Babies from Suma Beach. 

My jaw dropped. "What the fuck?! No, Jane, No! Come on, how could I have done that!" I yelled, jabbing my finger at the monitor. "It says over a hundred and fifty women got pregnant after visiting that beach!" 

"Nahid didn't tell you about the swim she took, did she?" asked Jane. "You'd better ask her about it." 

*** 

I jabbed my finger at Nahid and growled, "What the hell did you do?!" 

She turned around, her fat tits settling on the desk as she sat there. "Brod! This is a surprise." 

"What did you do?!" I demanded. "Check your email!" I really wish I had a newspaper I could slap onto her desk for dramatic effect, but this would have to do. 

Nahid read the article, and as she did, a big grin spread from ear to ear on her face, full lips curling up. "It worked! Better than I thought possible!" 

"What worked?!" I yelled, sitting in the chair across from her. 

"Well, after you fucked me in the morning, I took a little trip while you were banging all those squealing little Japanese girls!" she said, grinning at me, clearly enthused with whatever scheme she'd cooked up. "I was about this big." She held two hands about two feet across in front of her belly. "I plugged my cunt, threw on some maternity wear, and got on a train to the beach! Oh, I was waddling so much, you should have seen the looks on the faces of ... well, everyone! No one has tits like me in Japan! Honestly, I'm surprised someone as sexually endowed as you could even come from that island," she mused. 




Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 02



"For a woman of science, you can be really ignorant," I sighed. "Get to the point." 

"Science is exactly why I did this, Brod!" she insisted, her dark tits jiggling in a low-cut top. "I went to the beach at Suma, and while I was in the water, I unplugged my cunt and released bathtubs of boiling-fresh Brod batter from my big, bloated belly! Ooh, seven-word alliteration!" she said, then she slapped the desk. "After the incident at the pool a couple years ago, I wanted to see what would happen in the ocean. See how fertile you really are. I thought the currents and sheer volume and dilution would prevent anyone from getting pregnant. But look what happened! You gave free fertility treatments to 105 Japanese women and 48 tourists! They should be thankful to be pregnant with your progeny, Brod!" She rolled her eyes. "Really, it's a shame that you don't just go out and have a fap in the bay." 

"Nahid, this is your fault, you crazy bitch," I growled. 

"Gendered insults, Brod! And you complain about me being politically incorrect," she laughed. "You're going to change the genetic makeup of the entire world with my help! Look at how much we accomplished!" she pointed at the monitor. "Imagine what would happen if you blew your whole load in a more closed environment, like a lake?!" 

I have to admit. As mad as I was, I was also getting more and more turned on by the thought. Being free to blow my load any time in whoever I want. Knocking up hundreds of women in one fell swoop. I looked deep into her tits. My cock swelled in my sweatpants. 

"You know how much money this is going to cost me?!" I stood up and came around her side of the desk. "Not to mention those women didn't want babies!" 

"Don't be silly, what woman wouldn't want your babies? Besides, you're clearly enjoying this, judging by that erection. Wait. Brod, what are you doing?" she asked, suddenly looking alarmed. 

I didn't say anything. I grabbed her, pulled her out of the chair, and kicked it aside. I bent her over her desk. I pulled down my sweats. My dripping behemoth came free, a massive monolith of flesh. I hiked up her skirt and lab coat. The little minx had no panties on! 

I grabbed her hips and shoved my slick cock up between her ass cheeks. I shoved my cock into her. 

"Ahhhhuaaaaaahh!" She howled as I shoved forward with so much force that her desk scooted forward. The feet groaned. GROOORNG. Her Newton's Cradle toppled off the desk. Her lamp fell over. My cock was a foot inside her, bulging out her belly. Steaming-hot pre gushed into her intestines. 

The door open. An intern poked her head in, looked at us, then slowly closed it again. 

"I! Swear!" I grunted as I began pounding her ass. "You! Want to! Aggravate me!" 

"Fffhuuurrngh!" she screamed as her cunt began to contract. Skllrsch! Sklrrsch! Cunt juice gushed onto my sweats, soaking the grey darkly. "B-Brod!" she cried. 

I grabbed her hair-bun and pulled her head back as I pounded her. SMAK-SMAK-SMAK. My balls slammed her legs. Her desk scooted forward continually. Cupfuls of precum squirted out around my cock, even as her belly swelled with liters of the fresh, hot syrup. 

Her massive tits bounced up and down on the desk, the motion so vigorous that her blouse came undone. SCHLRK-SCHLRK-SCHLRK. 

"Hmmmuaaaugh! Brod!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Klik. The door opened, and several interns came in standing there, watching. Cell phones appeared in their hands, and pictures got taken. 

Nahid clawed at the air as her fat tits began squirting milk all over the place. Phllssch! With each bounce upon her massive udders, white arcs of the sweet fluid squirted the labcoats of her interns Her heels left the ground, her belly bulged out, a brown tent. Her bun came loose. Hair poured out. 

The pants on the female interns were darkly stained. There were a couple boys in the mix, too, pitching tents as they watched me. Hands found their way beneath the cloth. 

I growled as I felt my balls tightening. Nahid laid her cheek on the wood, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life as puddles of milk spread out. Her stockings soaked up precum as it slicked over her inner thighs. 

I closed my eyes halfway as I felt the clenching, felt the swell inside my cock's throat. GLOOOOOORCH! I erupted, jizz blasting deep into her bowels, filling her with intense heat from the inside out. GLOOOOOORCH! Her belly began swelling. BLUUUUURCH! I groaned. White gunk sprayed around my cock as I pounded her. It leaked down her legs. Her belly grew bigger than her tits. 

I wasn't the same as knocking a woman up, but it'd have to do. 

SPLUUUURT. SPLUUUUUURT! The interns moaned and groaned, settling into the chairs as they watched. 

Nahid's belly grew bigger, bigger, lifting her up until it was almost a yard across, a great, brown blob, jiggling with every motion. Jizz poured out of her. "Is this how big you were?!" I asked. She was almost vertical now, her belly was so big.  

Nahid opened her mouth, looked back at me. Her eyes bugged out, she closed her mouth. Her cheeks puffed outward. She turned forward. "Bloooorkh!" my jizz erupted from her mouth, a white fountain arcing from her dark lips as her eyes rolled back into her head. Milk sprayed from her tits, juice sprayed from her cunt, cum sprayed from her nose. It poured out over her tits and belly. The cum splattered into a growing puddle as she erupted from every hole. It crept over the shoes of our audience. 

I sighed in relief as I felt my load ending. 

I looked at the nearest intern. A cute tan boy. 

I wasn't mad at them, but hey, I was here, and my cock was hard and ready, so... 

*** 

I sighed as I pulled my sperm-drenched sweats back into place, working my balls and cock back into it. 

Splat. Splat. I walked through ankle-deep spunk. It squished into my sandals, around my toes. I stepped around a swollen boy. He groaned, lying atop his swollen belly as cum gushed out of his ass. I had to slide a cute Latina through the muck, her tan belly furnishing her with a bed, her coat's tail draped up over her head. 

I looked over my shoulder. Nahid was a wreck. Her belly was pinning her down, taking up most of her desk. Her monitor was lying on the ground. The lamp was broken. The papers and books were drenched in semen. The wood wasn't visible. 

Cum rolled down the walls. I smiled in amusement. her framed degrees were caked in my spunk. It rolled off her bookshelf. Her desk was halfway across the room from where it had been. Chairs were toppled. 

The doctor's hair was a mess, dark tendrils hanging from her head as she stared blankly at a wall, tongue lolling out. I'd made sure to fuck Nahid several times. The interns fared better, and were scattered around the room. But Nahid wouldn't be able to walk right for days. Her ass and cunt were both stretched so wide you could have pushed a football in there. Her clothes were shredded. The phone was hanging off the hook and making an angry buzzing noise. I took Nahid's picture. 

I was still covered in semen when I got back to my car. I texted Mariam a picture of her ruined mother before calling her. I knew it would bring a smile to the lips on her face, and moisture to the others. My bank accounts were about to shrink. I was just thankful my cock made money faster than it spent it. 

It's not easy being a hyper-hung professional breeder. 

*** 

Sarkopheros Says: 

I hoped you enjoyed the second half and conclusion to Breeding Osaka! Well, "half" isn't really accurate, since this one is 4,521 words longer than the last, clocking in at 11,810. I think it's pretty fun. 

If you're wondering, no, I don't speak Japanese. Yes, I copped out when I was writing the dialogue for the Japanese speakers. But honestly, even if I did speak fluent Japanese, it would get tedious reading the words in two languages to slog your way through the dialogue. 

As always, comments and constructive criticism are always welcome and encouraged. I really love hearing from you guys, and I definitely want to know what you think since this was a different sort of story than the last ones. So what did you think of this one?