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Chapter 3 by Phluid

Do you...

Fill a condom or three

You tread over to your drawer and pull out the first block. Inside, your heart (and cock) swell to see your prized collection of multi-use condom. “X-size SplatterStoppers” for your sleep schedule lay unused on the left. In the middle were regular sized latexes; they barely stretched half way down your turgid pole, being manufactured for average sized men, and certainly not for a futa as well endowed as yourself. Which is exactly why you keep them. Filling and bursting their puny capacity with your pre fuelled your dominant side, or whatever.

You gloss over these two. They weren't needed for today.

"Mmm..." You hum, brushing your fingers over the much thicker, much larger pack on the right. "Come here, you."

The huge elastic bag you hold in your feminine hands is labelled "XXX-sized Tsunamic". You only own three of these, making them reserved for special occasions only. As it was the first dawn of your big Seventh - or so the doctor said - you figured now was as good a time as any to try and break one of them. Your parents had them imported from Hong Kong, supplied by Hermaphro-Needs (ltd) who specialised in producing products for futa's with unique conditions. The Tsunamic could quite easily hold multiple cumshots from multipe futas without tearing, a feat that the company took great pride in. They advertised their stock with the pretence that nobody would be able to burst them, as it was made of military grade organic latex built for withstanding ****.

So it came naturally to you, as ever, to make a life-long goal to burst the fucking thing.

In the three years you'd owned a Tsunamic, you were slightly ashamed to admit you hadn't achieved your goal, though at the climax of your Sixth you came close - the bag was so heavy with baby batter that you struggled to lift it, and the musk was so intense it penetrated the seal and made you have an awkward second orgasm whilst picking it up. Your mum was not pleased at the mess you left behind.

"Enough screwing around." You said - to or not to - the Tsunamic. "You got away last time - barely - but today, I will fucking END YOU."

The plan?

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