Around the World - Foosha Village

A tiny windmill village in Goa Kingdom on Dawn Island.

A whirlwind change had taken place here in the not too distant past, though the inhabitants weren’t aware of it. Their lives had been upended, their relationships, their most personal connections and memories had been re-written in moments as mere unintended side-effect of a brazen idiot far away with zero self-control who just happened to be the bearer of an artifact from several dimensions higher on the universal gradient.

Now a formerly ignored and gently ridiculed old fogy with a large overbite, a bulbous nose, and a balding head, who was rather fond of a cold beer and a full feminine backside, was king. All because he had a nine-inch dick that was at least an inch longer than every other male member of the village going back a generation or two. That made him a Babe Spotter by default whose sole responsibility was to ensure the population increase of the village.

Which was easily done by his daily visits to various women in the village, all of whom who bore sons or daughters nine months later.
If he didn't make babies, the village would die out.

And he certainly had no desire for it to die out. Not while he was still getting hard-ons. And his latest batch had still not produced a baby Babe-Spotter…

Yamamoto was sitting in the exact same spot as usual with the same bunch of layabouts and old good-for-nothing geezers who’d hung out in the Partys Bar around midday for the last few years. The difference today was that the tables around theirs were sparsely occupied by a new crop of lesser hanger-ons and would be funkies who hadn’t spent the time proving their loyalty to the village’s resident Spotter. A much welcomed addition to the tavern environment were the females. Husbands and young boyfriends were showing off their ladies, hoping to catch Yamamoto’s eye. They were all the usual dreg males, cuckolds who wouldn’t dare to unleash their weak loads into their female’s fresh, drooling pussies, men who liked to front and play strength among themselves yet who became almost instantly submissive and pliable for the fat-cocked Babe Spotters of the Blue Sea who claimed their women naturally for themselves.

"I tell you!" the well hung old man was saying loudly, "there is nothing in this world as sweet as fresh young pussy. Nothing!"

Yamamoto was holding court as usual, regaling his table-mates with tales of his various sexual exploits over the years. Tales that weren’t true in reality but became more so in the collective memory of the community due to the influence of the Earrings of Normality, their cumulative beliefs about this venerable stud’s capability and importance bordering on religion.

"I remember this one girl. She was maybe twenty or so. Long ringlet blonde locks, huge fat slut-tits… total slut, a real hotty, no denying that, but so greedy and **** to get her little hole filled-” This was a real memory in truth, a high-class merchant’s daughter Yamamoto had encountered briefly, her derision for the commoner dockhand strong enough that even he had managed to pick up on it.

Elsewhere…

Contessa Von Adalwolf twitched as she lounged upon her seat within her mansion in her palatial estate to the north of Hightown, her right hand moving instinctively to lay upon her navel.

"I will never forget..." she whispered, "that hideous, ugly - virile man..."

A soft moan escaped her lips as she recalled the feeling of the disgusting lowborn's huge cock splitting her maidenhead, releasing a flood of pleasure and ecstasy as she responded to the intrusion, the primal urges within her stimulated by the foul-smelling brute's prowess.

Back to Foosha Village…

“-haughty as fuck, but once she recognized what I was about, she was after me like a dog in heat. Begging me to fuck her, telling me I was her only chance at happiness and that she loved me. She was like holding my leg and pulling me down the street by the ankle, I swear-"

"And then," Yamamoto's exaggerated memory continued, "I had **** but to give in and fuck her. Who am I to look down at honest work? I'd put my hand to my plow any time and worked that field just as hard as any man! Harder!”

“Plow? Fields? You’ve never spent an honest day in the fields in your life, Yamamoto!” cried Khito, the young farming idiot missing the point entirely.

He didn’t respond to the young whippersnapper even as Gyoru enlightened Khito and the disorderly rabble of fellow fishermen at the table laughed loudly, the other villager men at the surrounding tables joining in, listening intently, eager to hear more from their outrageous local Babe Spotter.

"Come on," said one of the old-timers. "Shoot us another tale. What happened to that hot piece of pirate ass you left out on the docks?”

Makino, decked out in only an apron, its ties clinging tightly beneath her breasts causing them to bulge her cleavage delightfully out the top, laid a hand upon the old man’s shoulder. He grinned toothily and sidled a hand back to fondle her naked backside. Throwing back another swig of ale, he told the crowd, “Eh… that’s the missus reminding me of my duties-”

Loud mouth pot-bellied Stannis interjected, “Missus?! You're a damned Spotter, not chained down to an old ball and chain like the rest of us! Stay another round! I want to hear about that orgy in the Merchant Quarter!"

Yamamoto got to his feet and pulled his bandannaed greenette in close, kissing her with open lips. She was quick to return his lewd affection, her tongue darting over his lips, her breast mashed against his chest, her thighs mashing against his bulging crotch.

Releasing her slightly even as his fingers pulled at her apron-top, revealing one stubby-hard dark brown nipple, "Hey now! Don't get it twisted! A spotter's Top Babe is a closer thing than the piddling bonds between man and wife, so... have some respect!" There were howls of agreement and the big brutish one-eyed former pirate Logan banged his fist on the table. "Yea! Show some fucking respect, you daft cunt!"

Soon enough he was walking down the dusty paths of the village with Makino by his side, lush green grass to either side behind ubiquitous wooden fences keeping cows confined underneath a bright blue sky studded liberally with white cottony clouds. Villagers greeted him warmly, the females for obvious reasons, the males because his word carried weight with their wives, not to mention a good portion of them were afflicted with Netorase. His many children cried out, gathered close, and did their best to get his attention. Yamamoto was a whole lot more fun than their own parents, who only ever talked about boring things like crops, and taxes, and how important it was to follow the rules and be good.

Yamamoto was a silly old geezer who was much more fun. He'd joke with them, chase them around, tell them stories about his adventures, and when he was feeling particularly mischievous, even tickle them until they shrieked. They all knew they'd started life as mere fires within Yamamoto's lusty Babe Spotter balls, plowed into their mothers’ fertile wombs under Yamamoto's powerful thrusts, while their non-breeding fathers looked on. This was just common knowledge.

“Senpai! Senpai!”

“Are you going to make more of us?!”

“Teach me to be a spotter!”

"You all leave me be, ya hear?" he joked, as he chased after his second-favorite current almost-daughter, her red pigtails bouncing as she giggled."All right...I’ve got important work to do, ya rebellious scamps!”

As his progeny fell away, Makino's breasts jiggled as she walked, her chocolate eyes serious, "Could we talk about Monza, Yamamoto-sama?"

His wrinkled finger whipped up, anger boiling up inside, "No! I told you! I don't want to even think about it!"

Makino sighed softly...

A squad of men-at-arms from Hightown had patrolled through the village a couple of days ago, one of their members had been a well-hung Babe Spotter. They’d crossed paths with Monza and Fujji and made a pitstop to bed the village carpenter’s wife. Yamamoto hadn’t gotten around to filling that beauty with his seed beforehand and he was kicking himself now.

Makino smiled sadly as she lowered her gaze, "So you're just going to ignore her?"

The problem was that Makino was an extremely kind woman with a strong interest in the well-being of everyone around her. The sad truth was that there was a high probability that that transient spotter had gotten Monza pregnant. From what she’d heard, he was even bigger than Yamamoto and undeniably younger and naturally more virile. If Yamamoto refused to lay with Monza out of of disrespected pique, the baby would be naturally considered an outsider’s bastard. Yoosha village was as parochial as any on the Blue Sea, with the vast majority of the community’s children birthed from Yamamoto’s loins, Monza’s child would be an outcast.

Yamamoto scowled, "Well, what else would I do? That young buck's already planted his seed, hasn't he?"

Makino smiled softly at that, her eyes dancing mischievously as she spoke. "Maybe."

Yamamoto frowned. "Huh?! There ain't no maybe when it comes to Spotter cum, you know that lass as any does, ay?" He slipped his hand around her back to grab at her butt-cheeks.

She squealed and turned, wrapping her arms around her spotter's neck and gave him a kiss. "Oh that's true, of course but did you know? It actually takes a few days for the egg to settle down enough to take root within a woman's womb..."

He cocked his head at her, confused. "So..."

"So," Makino continued, smiling sweetly, her head bobbing up and down suggestively, "...if a certain Babe Spotter should shove his great big cock inside Monza before that happens and unleash a great big wave of Foosha Village cum, why... that poor little egg would get washed right out of her, wouldn't it? And that would mean..."

A huge grin split the old man's face, "I'd replace that little bastard's baby with my own! Makino! You smart lass!" He grabbed her and held her tight, lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back hungrily.

In point of fact, Makino was pretty sure that was not at all how it worked, but what was a little white lie...

Twenty minutes later found Yamamoto beating his pelvis off the big shapely ass of Monza, the beyond busty woman bent over the couple’s store counter with her enormous backside facing the street. Monza was an easy-going woman with a generous spirit and a bottomless appetite...and a neighborly attitude that saw her helping anyone in her small town who asked. Her husband, Fujji, was a tall broad shouldered man with sandy hair and a quick smile. He wore that smile now as he came out from his workshop in the back, taking a break to watch.

The big curvaceous wife gripped her counter, her delicate fingers digging into the wood. She grunted in exertion as she pushed back onto him, her strong wet pulsing vaginal muscles clenching his thick lengthy prick as she bounced back against him. Sweat glistened off both their bodies, Monza having stripped down to only a pair of tight, black shorts bundled around her thick thighs along with her crumpled white panties.

As her venerable spotter grunted and pumped away, his balls slapping the woman's jiggling buttocks repeatedly Makino watched silently, leaning on the counter with her own pretty backside on display with nothing more than the two strings of her apron tied into a perfect bow decorating her cheeks. She exchanged a knowing glance with Fujji who mouthed a silent thanks to her for expertly maneuvering the village spotter right into his wife's pussy

She nodded and winked.

It was pretty lewd to do it outside in full view of everyone but it wasn't that much different from a Babe Show on board a ship or some high-class parlor. Nothing so grand, perhaps, just a simple studding in a simple village market. No big deal.

"The old bull can still sure rut, can't he?" commented Fujji as he leaned over the counter taking a good-natured glance at Makino's displayed cleavage before casually reaching out and giving one of his wife's grand breasts a squeeze.

Makino grinned and nodded. She could barely contain her own Babe desire. The sight of her sweet Yamamoto’s big, hard cock, pumping into the thick brunette wife was making her stomach do flips, her nipples pebbling beneath the thin cloth covering her chest. They'd done this many times before but she was getting excited each time.

The old Babe Spotter suddenly sped up, thrusting with **** need as he felt every fiber of his being tensing up in anticipation, a beautiful fire boiling in his blood, until, with a roar of pleasure that startled several nearby denizens of the village, he buried himself to the hilt. A thick, ropey strand of hot cum erupted from his cock, painting the busty woman's womb in heavy white warmth. Another spurt exploded inside her, filling her tightly-stretched cunt with boiling hot seed. Again and again, the thick, creamy jism shot out of his big shaft in sticky strands to drench her womb with copious amounts of virile Babe Spotter cum. The excess was forcefully squirting out from the tight seal her pussy formed around his cock.

"There we go!" Cheered Fujji slapping the counter as he looked out at the small crowd of villagers who'd lingered to witness the seeding
of their favorite Babe Spotter.

Makino clapped her hands in agreement.

She wasn't sure how many people had witnessed the other Babe Spotter's coupling with Monza but she was certain this one would surly overshadow it in the years to come as this very public event was gossiped about. She couldn't help but smile proudly as she thought to herself that she had managed to successfully sway Yamamoto for the good of her wonderful little community. With a satisfied smirk, she looked at her spotter who was breathing heavily as he slumped forward against the counter panting.