BranBros Presents: The Avatar Bang Bus (Part 3)

Written in collaboration with Cross C

The streets of Republic City bustled with the usual clamor of people going about their business, but for those passing by the truck, the sight of a long line of men waiting their turn was hardly worth a second glance. A man had his hands pressed firmly against the side of the truck, thrusting his hips into the makeshift hole in the metal.

To most, it appeared to be some sort of mobile semen collection service, a seemingly common-sense solution to the most recent of ills for Republic City: the Semen Famine. The belief was that someone inside was collecting the precious fluid for later sale, helping to alleviate the city's shortage of the necessary condiment. In reality, however, the Avatar was on her knees inside, being fucked senseless while swallowing load after load, her belly steadily filling with semen meant to spice up the city’s meals.

As the line of men waiting outside the truck continued to grow, conversations among the bystanders and passersby started to pick up. It wasn’t a particularly strange sight, especially given the ongoing semen famine, but the situation still drew some commentary from those passing by.

A pair of women strolled by, their conversation was light but tinged with casual indifference.

"Can you believe this shortage? It's a disaster!" The first woman sighed, shaking her head in dismay. "I used to be able to put it on everything..."

“It’s a shame, that’s a fact…” replied the other, a fuller-figured woman whose enormous breasts swayed heavily beneath her loose blouse. The fabric was so overwhelmed by her bust that one of her milktank-sized breasts had slipped entirely free, bouncing visibly in the open air with each step. She noticed but made only a half-hearted attempt to tuck it back into her top, letting it hang half-out as it pleased. In a world where big naked tits were as common as a bare face, no one batted an eye. If anything, passersby gave her chest a brief appreciative glance before continuing on with their errands.

She then shrugged, and the motion sent her massive, unsupported breast into a dramatic wobble, bouncing and swaying wildly from side to side, completely unrestrained by any bra. The sheer size and weight of her tit made it jiggle and sway long after her shoulders had stopped moving. “Can’t say I’m hurting too much, though,” she said with a wry grin, as her breast eventually settled into only a moderate sway. “These jug-jobs have been bringing in more yuan than ever. Men are **** with the shortage, and they’re lining up for any bit they can get. I’ve been busy from morning till night.”

Her companion raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the exposed breast, still hanging out and swaying gently. “I suppose there’s that silver lining, huh? Still, I miss the days when you didn’t have to work so hard just to get some decent flavor on your plate.”

“Oh, trust me, the way they’ve been paying lately, I’ll keep pillow pumping as long as I need to. Might even treat myself to something nice when this famine’s over—if it ever ends.”

A young man in a worn-out work uniform sighed loudly as he stopped to look at the scene, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He was tired from a long day at the factory, but the sight of men lining up at the truck made his stomach churn with frustration.

“Spirits, I’m so sick of having to use my own,” he grumbled to his companion, a fellow factory worker. "I only get a decent load first thing in the morning, and after that, it’s just thinner and less every time. By dinner, it’s practically nothing. My girlfriend keeps complaining that her meals don’t taste right.”

His friend nodded in agreement, wiping sweat from his brow. “Same here. It’s hard to keep up, especially with rationing. I miss the days when you could walk into any shop and buy thick seed of every variety. You only had to use your own if you liked the taste or if, you know, you wanted to watch your girl lick it up right in front of you.”

The two men stared wistfully at the truck, memories of better days flashing through their minds. Back then, it was easy to get your hands on fresh, thick semen from all kinds of men and animals—each one with its own unique flavor and texture. There were entire markets dedicated to the stuff, with stalls selling small vials, jars, and bottles of it. You could pick exactly the type you wanted to pair with your meal, whether it was spicy, savory, sweet, or something more exotic.

One of the men chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I remember when I could buy the top-grade stuff, thick and creamy, enough to last through an entire meal. These days, it’s like squeezing out a few drops onto everything I eat. It’s no wonder food tastes bland.”

“Yeah, and it used to be fun, too,” the other man added, smirking slightly. “I liked using my own sometimes. Felt good to know that the girl I was seeing preferred mine. She’d ask for it, too. Made things… intimate, you know? But now, it’s not even about that. It’s just trying to keep up so you don’t starve.”

Around them, other passersby nodded in agreement as they overheard the conversation. The semen famine had hit everyone hard, and it was a constant topic of frustration. Some people, especially the older generation, still remembered a time when semen was plentiful, when you could buy it just like any other ingredient at the market, and when meals were rich with variety and flavor.

An older man, his face lined with age and experience, chimed in as he walked by with a cane. “Back in my day, we didn’t have to worry about using our own balls for every meal. We could go to a tavern, order a plate of food, and the server would bring out a bottle of the finest cum to pour over it. Spirits, I’d kill for a thick, fresh sauce right about now.”

A few women passing by overheard the men’s complaints, rolling their eyes but not disagreeing. One of them, a woman in her thirties, shook her head as she adjusted the bag of groceries slung over her shoulder. “Tell me about it,” she said dryly. “I used to make a damn good stew, but now? Everything’s bland. My husband’s trying his best, but it’s just not enough. And don’t get me started on breakfast.”

Inside the truck, Korra's body was plastered against the metal wall, her forehead pressed hard against its cool surface above the hole as Bran's large pelvis and legs encompassed her completely. Every thrust sent her heavy, sweat-drenched breasts swinging beneath her muscled form, the rhythmic motion of her thick bosoms only adding to the overwhelming sensation overtaking her. Bran's thick cock filled her over and over, each movement driving her further into a state of raw, **** pleasure. Her legs trembled as his large hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as he pounded relentlessly into her tight pussy.

Her head was tipped forward, mouth open wide as another cock pushed between her lips. The men lined up outside the truck barely noticed the growing intensity within—they were only concerned with the wet heat of her mouth as they thrust themselves into her, using her throat as a fuck-hole while her body shook with the **** of Bran’s thrusts. Each man was different, but Korra barely registered the variations. The taste of semen—salty, sweet, thick, thin, firebender, waterbender—was all she knew, a continuous stream of men emptying themselves into the Avatar, their loads spilling down her throat, adding to the growing pool of cum filling her belly.

Bran had picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her pussy with unrelenting power, each thrust harder and faster than the last. The noise of his hips meeting her ass filled the air, accompanied by the wet squelching of her pussy, already overflowing with her juices and his copious precum. Her moans grew louder with each passing second, muffled by the endless parade of men using her mouth. She could barely keep up, her thoughts muddled by the intensity of the sensations wracking her body. The heat building inside her was growing unbearable, the pressure mounting with every powerful thrust of Bran’s cock.

Bran’s thrusts quickened again, his thick cock slamming into Korra with such **** that she could barely hold herself steady. His massive body, overflowing with weight and raw power, seemed built for this very task. His large, powerful buttocks flexed with each movement, driving his cock deeper with a brutal precision, as though his entire bulk was designed for one purpose—claiming her completely. Her body rocked forward with every thrust, her legs shaking as her mind fogged over with pleasure. She didn’t even register the businessman in her mouth panicking, his eyes widening as the suction from her lips grew stronger. His cock throbbed in her throat, trapped by the **** of her moans, but he couldn’t pull away, helpless as his own climax approached.

Then, it happened.

Korra’s eyes clenched shut, her body reaching the breaking point as Bran’s cock drove her to the edge of euphoria. The heat building inside her reached its peak, and as her orgasm crashed over her, her entire body tensed. Her eyes flashed open, glowing a blinding white, and with it came a sudden burst of pure energy—the Avatar State.

A surge of raw, untamed power exploded from Korra’s body, shaking the entire truck. The businessman in her mouth howled in terror, trying desperately to pull his cock free, but the suction was too strong. His panicked cries were drowned out as his own climax ripped through him, his body convulsing as he shot one final load into her throat, his semen swallowed in the maelstrom of energy radiating from Korra’s being.

Bran, oblivious to the change in Korra, continued to fuck her relentlessly, driving his cock deeper into her trembling body. The energy coursing through her had no direction, no purpose—it was pure, unbridled release. The truck rattled, groaning under the strain of the power contained within it, until finally, with a deafening crack, the roof of the truck was ripped away, torn off like the lid off a steaming pot of dumplings. The sky above was suddenly visible, clouds parting as the burst of energy shot upward, dissipating into the heavens.

Korra screamed, her body wracked with the **** of her climax, her pussy clenching violently around Bran’s cock as the Avatar State amplified the intensity of her orgasm. She spasmed uncontrollably, her muscles twitching as the power inside her threatened to consume her entirely. Bran, oblivious to anything beyond his own pleasure, groaned as he buried himself inside her one last time, his cock throbbing as he pumped another thick load of semen into her womb.

Korra’s body shook violently, her eyes glowing brightly as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. The sheer **** of it left her breathless, her mind blank as her body convulsed in pleasure. Bran’s cock remained buried deep inside her, his seed spilling into her womb in heavy spurts as he grunted in satisfaction.

Outside, the street erupted into chaos. The beam of spirit power that shot into the sky was visible to everyone, but none knew where it came from. No one could see into the truck, the walls were shattered at the top but still shielded the truth from onlookers. Pedestrians on the sidewalk stopped in their tracks, staring in confusion and fear at the sudden blast of energy. Men in line, already unnerved by the growing intensity inside the truck, fled in all directions, abandoning the idea of depositing their loads in favor of escape.

Korra could barely move, her body twitching in the aftermath of her massive climax. As she lay there, limp and trembling, a voice echoed in her ears, though it was distant, almost dreamlike.

“Nice job Korra the whore, you’re doing me proud. Keep up the good work. Tell Katara I said hi.” Was a voice she heard. Not one she’d recognised, but she was too tired to see who said it. Only dreaming of the bald man she hoped it could be…