Continue surrendering completely as Hana cums in your throat

Futanari Fortress, North Tower Third Floor Corridor, at 10:37 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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Hana's cock swells impossibly thicker in your throat, the head flaring wide as she approaches climax. You keep your muscles soft, accepting, letting her use your esophagus like a sleeve designed solely for her pleasure.

"Here it comes," she growls, both hands fisting your lavender hair. "Swallow every fucking drop, slut."

The first jet of cum erupts directly into your stomach, hot and thick. Then another. And another. Hana holds herself balls-deep in your throat as she unloads, her shaft pulsing with each massive spurt. The volume is obscene—far more than any human male could produce. Your belly begins to distend visibly as rope after rope of thick seed floods your digestive system.

"My turn," Maya grunts from behind, her thrusts becoming erratic. Her fingers dig bruises into your thighs as she slams deep one final time. "Take it all in that perfect cunt!"

Your pussy floods with warmth as Maya's cock erupts inside you. The sensation triggers another orgasm—you've lost count now—and your inner walls milk her shaft greedily, coaxing out every drop. The sheer quantity of cum fills your womb completely, then keeps coming. Your lower belly swells outward, rounding visibly as the futanari seed packs your reproductive organs full.

"Don't forget about me," Rei states clinically, though her breathing has quickened. Her ten-inch cock drives deep into your ass one last time before she too begins cumming. The thick jets paint your intestines white, flooding your bowels with what feels like liters of hot seed. Your belly continues to expand, the pressure building as all three futanari empty themselves into your helpless body simultaneously.

When they finally pull out, you collapse bonelessly to the stone floor. Cum immediately begins leaking from all three holes, but the damage is done—your stomach and belly are grotesquely distended, swollen and tight like you're six months pregnant. The obscene bulge makes breathing difficult.

"Perfect," Hana says with satisfaction, looking down at your cum-bloated form. "The Commander's going to love seeing her like this."

Maya and Rei each grab an arm and haul you up, your swollen belly hanging heavy between your legs. They drag you down the corridor toward a set of ornate double doors at the far end.

"Commander Matsumoto," Hana calls out, knocking firmly. "We have a new assignment for processing. Tentacle pit candidate."

A woman's voice responds from inside, smooth and commanding. "Enter."

The doors swing open, revealing a spacious office dominated by a massive desk. Behind it sits a tall futanari woman with long black hair and sharp, predatory eyes. Commander Sakura Matsumoto looks up from her paperwork, her gaze immediately fixing on your cum-swollen form with unmistakable interest.

"Well, well," she purrs, standing slowly. "What do we have here?"