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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...."
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.

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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.
"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!"

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Sarkopheros 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!

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Written by Sarkopheros

Copyright © Sarkopheros 2015. All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction and is intended solely for the entertainment of adults.