On top of your new bed.

Fuck, she’s a small thing, you idly observe as you give her an easy toss up on what’s-her-name’s cum full womb.

Well, they don’t call you a breeder for nothing...

But first, this waif needed to prime the pump first. It’s been a while since you needed to have this done.

Balancing yourself on the cum-bed, you lay down with your head resting on whats-her-face tits and your dick laying limp to the side.

“Well go on,” you insist, “give it a tug. You want to be a big girl like her, right?” Padding’s the expensive flesh beneath you with your palm.

She nods her head vigorously in approval, and you can see the moist spot around her crotch expanding in her jeans.

“You mute?” You ask curiously.

She’s more hesitant, but she nods all the same.

“Well there’s nothing I can do about that,” you comment, curiosity sated, “but I can give you the fucking of of your lifetime. And I can blimp you up so that you will not need a voice to land a good fuck. Would you like that?”

She nods in the affirmative, though again it’s hesitant. Her gaze turns toward your cum bed. You follow her gaze to the delirious woman still in her sex coma due to the pressure. “Oh don’t worry about that,“ you grin at her. “Once I’ve had my fun, you’ll go back to normal.”

Though a much better normal, you plot inside your head. A normal where all the guys and other breeders won’t be able to keep their hands off you.

Where the hell is your medal?

You pat your old cum-dump again, this time on the tit. “I figured that if I was going to relieve myself, I may as well do some shopping. I bursted my last cum bed by mistake. The bitch got too uppity with me, I lost control of myself, and I needed another one.”

The audacity of the bitch, you remember angrily, wanting to go back to her old boring, flat, and un-blimpified life with her beta of a boyfriend. Well, she was getting boring anyway.

“Anyway,” you hand waive her over, “enough talking, get to sucking, so I can get to pumping, and everyone goes home happy.”