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Phen Does NNN
🕑 Added 2024-11-16 15:18:22 +0000 UTCJust wanted to blow off steam a bit between work and life events, so here's a little bit of sillyness about Non-Stop Nut November.
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November is a dangerous month for the excessively endowed. No nutting? For a whole month? Your regular hyper herm or bustyboy needs daily relief, if not hourly. When your balls are big enough to drag at their smallest, purposefully making yourself pent up is a flooding hazard at best. Especially when your body refuses to submit—if it’s not actively in revolt—by making your cum production skyrocket, to seemingly endless heights.
But there are other options. November doesn’t have to mean denying your baser urges…
Phen had made exactly such a choice. Not that it was immediately apparent to anyone around her. The towering avian, hung and curvaceous in equally staggering measure, had crammed herself into a cozy autumn outfit, bulging in all the right ways despite the protests of her garments. It had been a wonderful morning, crisp and clear, and after an hour of hip-swaying walking around town, it was time for a cup of hot chocolate. And here disaster struck.
The phoenix ducked into a coffee shop—quite literally, given her ceiling-denting height—and went to the queue as she perused the line of cakes behind the counter. Ahead of her, a boyish mouse with a crotch-bulge that sagged over his knees tried to order without ever making eye contact with the smiling, oh-so-busty feline manning the till. Phen spared him a thought of sympathy—in any other month, the two of them ought to have vanished into the break room, milking each other until closing time—and perhaps that was the fateful trigger for the mayhem that was about to follow.
A stitch popped.
No big deal for a normal person. But this was Phen, it was located on her prodigious cock-bulge, and she wasn’t wearing normal pants. No, this was compression wear (how else could she have fit in the room, much less through the door?) and the damage was the first sign of the impending failure. A tuft of coral-feathered ballfluff appeared through the ominously vibrating fabric—and the tear widened.
“Ah,” Phen said, her attention inexorably drawn to the imminent explosive decompression. “Nuts.”
Nuts indeed. They were the first to appear, forcing her custom-tailored hyper-wear to bulge down and out, the two fat pairs of avian ball sacs gurgling oppressively as they freed themselves, instantly pressed against the ground as they filled the shop with their heat and their powerful, pungent musk, so virile that half the coffee-shop grew pregnant by mere proximity.
Not to be outdone, next came her cocks; the twin ebon rods, so thick and meaty that they only ever fit in her pants with hard work and prayers. Now they bulged free, shredding their prison with every ground-shaking throb, already longer than her hefty legs and rapidly growing bigger. As the impossibly endowed herm’s outfit made its last stand—her tits and ass, as ever, getting in on the fabric-bursting action—a deluge of hot, gooey cum first dripped, then poured, then gushed from the tips of her cocks, the dam breaking with the final growth spurt that saw the bird restored to her natural state of crimson-featured nudity.
She took it in stride, smiling politely at her shell-shocked onlookers, all but the mouse and cat at the counter fleeing from the sudden flood of pheromone-laden cum that gushed by the gallon from her gigantic, growing cocks. Because while, yes, she was cumming and that was nice and all, Phen had in fact been going like that all morning, filling the extra dimensional storage of her compression wear with seas worth of molten seed. All morning; all week; all since the start of November, indulging herself in a solid month of non-stop nutting. And now that the last bulwark restraining her had fallen…
“Ooh…” The bird shifted, spreading her legs just a smidgen. Instantly another two cocks appeared, swinging free at the first chance they got. A little shimmy of her hips brought another two sacs to tumble out behind her, her balls all bloating bigger by the moment, as if they weren’t currently emptying at full speed. In fact, it was painfully obvious to any onlooker that they filled up all the faster the more she came, as if the causality of their local reality was reversed and every drop they unloaded meant them fattening by twice as much. And with four—whoops, eight—ah, sixteen!—pairs of nuts, she was rapidly running out of space in the coffee shop, if not by her endless fountains of cum, then by the sheer volume of her balls.
She cast a look out the windows, already cracking against the weight of her burgeoning nuts (and the force from her splatters of cum), allowing herself a small, almost guilty-looking smile. Maybe she ought to have worn a condom, just to be extra safe. But then again, how many more seconds would that really have bought? And where would she find enough condoms for—a moan, as eight additional shafts burst out between her legs —all of her cocks? No, this was fine, she decided, teasing the sensitive skin of her newest endowments and shivering happily at the sensations.
Bwoomph. The coffee shop, for all its cozy charm and delicious treats, wouldn’t last. Cock poured out between her legs at a constant, pulsing pace, bulldozing through furniture and walls as the fat, floppy shafts took over and sprayed their hot, dripping nut like a high-pressure hose. There was no escape: the streets submerged, the air grew humid and oppressive, and the piles of snaking phoenix cocks and fat, sloshing ball sacs rose higher and higher. The building simply shed around her like a second skin, the pieces drifting away like flotsam upon the rising tides of stupidly virile cum.
And yet she was not without an audience. Though the rest of the shop’s customers had fled—the cowards—the flustered mouseboy and the charming, coffee-serving kitty remained on the spot, marooned between coiling pythons of cock and the burgeoning mountains of bird balls. With the destruction of the counter, there was nothing to divide them, and so they clung together, watching Non-Stop Nut November unfold at full force.
Phen smiled slyly at them. “Much better than blue-balling yourself, don’t you think? Much more entertaining.”
The boy and the girl exchanged a glance. They nodded hesitantly.
“Go on, give it a try. You won’t regret it.” Phen leaned in, her fat, growing tits smooshing against the unruly nest of snakes emerging from her loins. “All you need is a little push.”
The words had barely left her beak before the mouse and the cat’s clothes burst all at once; his cock freeing itself, a third leg at the very least, before showering them both in cum; her top tearing down the middle as her already generous bust tripled in size in the blink of an eye, smothering the boy in her arms. The next moment, her bottoms followed into oblivion, as her hips unceremoniously widened, her ass grew, and a massive bulging girlcock swung out between her legs, if she had had one to start with or not. Both were overcome at once, humping and groping each other desperately as their minds were immediately dunked into a sea of pleasure.
Phen watched the two with a smile. A sea was a quaint thing, by her reckoning. As she rose higher, came harder, grew more, the whole city sunk into the warm, flowing depths of her cum and her cocks. She could create a sea of cum in her sleep. No, she wanted something more; planet-drowning excess, galaxy-decorating swirls of seed, orgasms so pleasurably potent that it tested the limits of reality.
She was going to enjoy cumming non-stop for a whole month. Only… She might never stop.
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