The retirement present

You watched as Nora, not looking a day over twenty-three when she'd hit her physical prime, scored the final goal of her glittering career, a scissor-kick volley at the **** in the cup final to give her team a fifth victory, 1-0, in the worldwide competition in the twenty-five years she played for them after a thrilling scoreless draw marked by spectacular defensive efforts over the previous ninety minutes.

It wasn't a simulcast holo, either; being her final match, once her team had qualified the organisers announced that it would be played at her home stadium, where you had your private box.

She raced half the length of the pitch before sliding on her knees, taking off her jersey, and bringing her nipple to her mouth to suck on it, which had become her trademark goal celebration. This time, though, since the match was over already, her teammate Jason came up behind her, tore off her shorts, and plunged his fifteen-inch cock into her pussy.

Nora had long since disabled any protections the simulation had against nonconsensual sex, since she was willing to be used by anyone, anywhere, any time. This was largely because her husband Hugh loved it when others did so, and she loved that he loved it. It had taken both of them a while to get to this point, but for the last ten years she'd come to love that it aroused him to see her fucked by anyone and everyone so publicly. Her screams of delight at the victory were soon replaced by screams of orgasm as Jason brought her off.

"So now are you going to do it?" Tina asked, one hand down the shorts which compressed the genitalia you'd given yourself for the occasion to a reasonable bulge.

"Now that she's retired, yeah," you said, watching as Nora, wearing only athletic socks and shoes, lifted the championship trophy above her head before passing it to a teammate and then walking over to another podium where the announcer started in on a speech about her. Nora, impatient, just ignored propriety and yanked the cover off of the statue of her that they'd made to enshrine her as one of the first entrants into the sport's Hall of Fame to have been born in the simulation, which, fittingly for someone who had lived her whole life in it, showed her naked, on her knees, her legs spread with an extremely realistic slit between them, while she hefted one of her huge breasts to her mouth and, just as she had done only minutes prior, sucked on the nipple, forever immortalising that celebration which wouldn't be seen again, at least not from her.

Briefly hijacking one of her team's assistant managers, you made sure he'd inform her that a rich donor with a private box in the stadium wanted to see her and her husband after the team party was done. Of course, you knew that could take hours, and, being impatient, you simply accelerated time inside their locker room while making sure nobody entered or left until it was done, so it only took about five minutes, which you passed by grinding on Isabel's face, before there was a knock on the door to your suite.

You popped off Isabel and made her go with Tina toward a chair against one wall of the inner room, and made the door swing open while you lounged on the bed.

"Uh, hi," Nora said, clearly unused to being "invited" to such places. Hugh shuffled in behind her.

"Hi," you said. The room rippled in a way only you noticed. "I'm Katelyn. Probably your biggest fan, though we've never met."

You knew that ordinarily having a room decked out with pictures of Nora, both on the pitch and being fucked in public, game-worn jerseys hanging from the walls, replica trophies on shelves, would ordinarily come across as extremely creepy, but you'd long since decided to make sure that nobody could see anything you did as creepy, so Nora and Hugh just found it touching that someone would care so much as to collect all that memorabilia.

"Hunh," was all Nora said in response to that. "So, anything in particular you'd like me to do for you? I'm always willing to do anything for my fans. Maybe sign a few jerseys? Or your breasts, perhaps?" Your pair were substantially larger than hers, which were still on full display. "Or perhaps you'd like it if I sucked your cock?" Your bulge, though compressed, was still very noticeable.

"Well, I was thinking that since you're retired now, I'd really like it if I could be the first to fuck a baby into you," you replied, using your tentacles to pull off your top and shorts, freeing your three prehensile cocks, each of which was longer than Nora was tall and thicker than she was at her generous hips and thighs.

"Ah," Nora replied, looking at your titanic shafts with curiosity. If she'd been uploaded, you knew that the "will those fit" instincts would have been running strong through her, but she'd only ever known a world where, at least when it came to sex, there was no such thing as a too-large object being unable to fit into a too-small hole. "Well, I had been planning to get pregnant by Hugh tonight."

All of you looked at him. Isabel's eyes alighted on the bulge at his crotch, where his sixteen-inch dick strained against his pants.

"OwO what's this?" she said.

If you hadn't had company you would have put your face in your tentacles. Again.

"Looks like Hugh's made his opinion abundantly clear on what he thinks about his wife being knocked up by cocks five times bigger than his," Tina giggled.

You made your dicks surge out to eight feet each, not letting Nora and Hugh notice the change. "Six," you corrected Tina.

"So tell me, Nora," you said, "would you rather have a baby put in you by someone with the biggest dicks in the simulation"--though to make that true you had to make yours increase in size yet again, the room shifting around you to accommodate the absurd twenty-foot shafts--"or by your tiny-cocked husband?" Hugh blushed at that; he was easily above average in the population as a whole but he was definitely on the brink of getting off just from the thought of seeing his wife get railed by you.

Isabel guided him into a chair and started peeling off his pants, the man too aroused by the situation not to give consent. "Don't feel bad that you've got such a tiny cock," she said, taking it in her hand and gently stroking it. Tina bent over and slowly licked the tip. "Honestly, Katey's are a pain to pleasure properly, at least if you don't feel like taking them in your holes. Much easier to give a handjob or a titfuck to one like this." Hugh looked past the two women pleasuring him and only had eyes for how hungrily Nora looked at your throbbing trio. He came messily, his semen splattering Tina and Isabel's faces, but in the simulation there was no longer any refractory period so they just kept going. He quickly came again, Tina using her mouth to catch his spunk before Isabel got into position to put his cock in her cleavage while she kissed Tina amorously, sharing his seed between them.

Nora watched the scene of two other women expertly pleasuring her husband, then turned back to you. "I guess," she said. "Seems like Hugh wants it, and I've always been interested in getting dicked down by huge cocks like yours. Biggest I ever took was thirty inches, though." She shuffled around, trying to figure out what position would be best to give you ready access. You could tell that she'd disabled her anti-pregnancy protections and enabled her fertility. "So, yeah. Knock me up at your leisure." Her nonchalant attitude was a definite turn-on, but you hadn't expected anything else from the woman whose other claim to fame was her **** sexual openness.

You reached out with your tentacles (nobody thinking it odd that you could extend them) and maneuvered two of your cocks into position to fuck Nora while she looked Hugh straight in the eyes. Your third dick stretched around her body and hovered near her mouth. Nora stuck out her tongue, just barely managing to caress the slit.

"You two like this?" you asked, already knowing the answer. "Seeing your husband get pleasured like that?" Tina had her tail wrapped softly around Hugh, fucking his ass with the tip while Isabel gave him head, taking his entire length and popping his balls in there as well. "Seeing your wife about to take the biggest cocks you've ever seen, knowing she's going to get fucked in a way you never could?" Hugh groaned as your observation made him climax again. Nora's body quivered in sympathetic pleasure.

You slowly inserted all three of your shafts into Nora's holes, her eyes bulging as she felt the physics of the simulation distend her orifices. Since you didn't want your cocks to snake through her intestines--at the start of the simulation, those had been replaced by straight tubes from stomach to anus due to rendering limitations, but you'd quietly made that anatomy more realistic, one of the few ways you'd taken advantage of the additional processing power to enhance the simulation as a whole, since you enjoyed fucking people through the entire winding length of the intestinal tract--they just slid in and in, filling her mouth, cunt and anus with increasing amounts of cockmeat.

Nora quivered around you as she watched her husband get a titfuck from Tina, the lamia substantially bustier than she was, as was Isabel, who was eating Hugh's butt after Tina had withdrawn her tail. Hugh blew his load over Tina's face and boobs yet again as he watched you bottom out inside his wife, getting off at the thought that Nora's first descendant would not be his.

"That was rhetorical, of course; it's obvious that you do." Having inserted yourself fully inside the athlete, you grasped her waist and hips with your tentacles and started pistoning in and out of her, picking up to a rapid, but sustainable, pace.

"So what made you decide to suck your boob whenever you scored a goal?" you asked. You could just rifle through Nora's mind-pattern to know the answer, of course, but you'd never looked into it before.

"Well, I've always had huge breasts," Nora said, her voice coming from a speaker after she linked her mind to it. That was tech that had actually been invented by someone else in the sim, in order that oral sexual pleasure and conversation would no longer be mutually exclusive. "Most women my size, they lactate pretty heavily, at least after they get pregnant, so I guess I just figured, why not suck my boob?"

"Did you ever wish you were lactating yourself?"

"Sometimes," Nora admitted. "Would've been fun to spray down my teammates whenever we won a trophy. But I wasn't about to get pregnant and interrupt my career, and I didn't feel like waiting years for such a small change to be approved. But I guess I'll get to know what it's like once you've got me all good and knocked up."

"Well, as it happens, I've got some connections and I can grease a few palms to get a request for a change approved quickly. Right now, even." Both Nora and Hugh looked at you funny; after all, jumping the line like that was supposed to be impossible. "Don't give me those looks. I'm filthy rich and people like me can always find ways around the rules." The two nodded, accepting that. In truth it actually wasn't possible for anyone to do that, since you had full control over the process, but everyone knew that corruption was still the order of the day to some extent, human and ex-human nature being what it was, so nobody was all that surprised to meet someone who had ways of bribing the folks who were supposedly in charge.

"So what do you want?" you said. "Bigger dick, Hugh? I could get you one that's way bigger than mine, multiple even if you wanted that. Imagine having a thousand feet of dickflesh in your wife; she'd never want anyone else again." Of course, you knew that made the prospect less appealing to the man, who loved seeing his wife take other dicks and eat all the pussies she could get her mouth near. "And I could arrange for you to have boobs way bigger than the city, if you wanted, Nora, just walking around with your nipples at cloud level, dripping milk everywhere. Well, if you could have them out like that, anyway; you'd have to wear compression clothing in public areas, but I can arrange for that, since I'm the sole owner of the company that makes them." You made sure the two would never be able to tell anyone about that; you created the clothing from nothing every time an order came in, but you'd set up a complex chain of shell companies and cut-outs to sell them that would have made it almost impossible to trace it back to you even had you not made sure that nobody would ever get curious about the matter. Redundant security like that had become a hobby of yours.

"Um, well, thanks for the offer, but, uh, that sounds like a bit much," Hugh said, linking his mind to another speaker since Isabel was passionately kissing him right then, her breasts, topped with hard nipples, pressing into his muscular chest.

"Yeah, I already was dealing with being bigger than my peers when I started playing professionally because of what the tech said was a genetic glitch," Nora said, "so the thought of being that much bigger doesn't appeal to me."

Their answers were exactly what you knew they would be. "I just suggested that as an example of how far someone could go if they really wanted to," you said. "But I can still get you whatever changes you actually do want, if any."

"Well, honestly?" Hugh said, from his own mouth again as Tina and Isabel lavished kisses on his cut abs, the man having worked to stay in shape instead of letting the sim give him a very light dad bod after he retired early. "I guess I wouldn't mind another inch or two on my cock."

"And now that I'm retired I have to admit that it's tempting to ask for another few inches on my bustline and hips," Nora said. "It'd be funny to see how mom and Stella react when sporty Nora, who complained about her chest no end for the last quarter-century"--she enjoyed having it for sex, you knew, but never really came to appreciate how distracting it was on the pitch and just lamented how it impeded her vision--"comes to the next family orgy with a body curvier than theirs. But ultimately I like having the same body shape as them, so I'd rather not change it at all, if it's all the same to you." You nodded agreeably. "But what does interest me is what you said about dripping milk?"

"That's a change that can be made, turning on continual lactation. Not that you'd always be expressing milk, you'd just always be generating the stuff and could let it out whenever you please. Of course, back on Earth that would've gotten pretty uncomfortable but here it'll just feel pleasurable as you make more and more and store it in your boobs and then even more so when you let it out."

"That sounds fun, maybe I can be a wet nurse now that I'm retired," Nora said. There were definitely some people who didn't like post-pregnancy lactation and turned it off, so wet nurses were still in demand.

"Maybe," you said, but you knew that Nora and Hugh would both realise that they loved it when she got pregnant from anyone and everyone, as often as she could. You did decide to ensure that her next child would actually be with Hugh, though. "So, want me to put those through for you?"

The two both nodded, and immediately thereafter Hugh's dick poked just a little bit more out of Tina's cleavage, while Nora swiftly started expressing milk, a puddle forming beneath her. You used the Isabel part of yourself to start lapping it up, the subordinate mind-pattern getting excited, as she always did, at finding herself not in control of anything.

Feeling just a bit silly all of a sudden, you gave a countdown to when you were going to bust your nuts into Nora. "Three... two... one..." You groaned in pleasure as your seed raced up your urethrae and poured into her, the stream only getting more and more intense, stuffing her full of cum, though her body didn't distend at all thanks to the simulation, and you kept it up for a good ten minutes before finally letting it slow down.

Nora screamed in orgasm the entire time, the feeling of getting stuffed so full of spunk as her husband looked on one that she couldn't help but find intensely arousing. Hugh, too, shot load after load from his new eighteen-inch dick all over Tina, bucking in and out of her cleavage, his balls slamming against her abdomen and cunt.

You all panted as you came down from the prolonged orgasm, not because any of you were exhausted but simply as a calming measure after the **** pleasure that raced through your mind-chips. Nora continued to drip milk and Isabel continued to be **** to lick it off the floor, though.

You extricated your dicks from the thoroughly pregnant woman and relaxed back on your bed. "Well, it was certainly a pleasure meeting you, and I'm incredibly grateful that you let me be the first person to knock you up, Nora."

"It was my pleasure," Nora said. Hugh stayed silent. "Anything for such a dedicated fan, after all, even if it meant changing my future plans at the last minute like that."

"I think you'll find that your plans will change both less and more than you might expect," you replied. "At least, if you enjoyed getting pregnant by someone you only just met."

Nora merely nodded, but you had to stop Isabel from repeating her initial observation upon seeing how hard Hugh once again got at the thought of his wife getting pregnant like that in the future. He was fully dressed again, but Nora would have to pad her way back to the team's locker room in the buff. Not that she had any issue with that.

After they left, Tina turned to you. "So what'd you give them?"

"I'd rather keep that a surprise," you said, "so ask me again in twenty years or so when I crash their orgy. After all, I'm family now."

This time it was Tina whom you had to stop from turning away from you and instead you made her impale her own twat on all three of your still-outlandish cocks.