Quiting time

After a long day of stretching sissies, it was finally time to close up shop, and clock in for the night.

Hen and Basket were still conjoined at the groin, both moaning and drooling from the constant stimulation of their ruined insides. They were to spend the night together, how cute! But before going I decided to leave them something to remember me by.

"Hey you two, still stuck together I see," I said, slapping Hen's massive ass for the umpteenth time that day, "I'm going home for the night, but I couldn't go without properly saying goodbye!"

I grabbed one of those 5 gallon water jugs, but this was full of lube. And it was extra thick, viscous lube made from sissy semen extracted at huge industrial plants, where they pumped femboys full of chemicals until their balls were near bursting, before squeezing them dry with massive rolling pins that flattened their person-sized nuts into fleshy pancakes.

The two stuffed sissies whimpered and shrunk back in fear as I approached with the jug. I stopped in front of Hen's mouth, which I had plugged up with a large ballgag.

"Open wide, slut!" I said, before yanking the gag out and replacing it with the nozzle of the jug, "better swallow the whole thing if you know what's good for you."

At first Hen could only gag and **** as I poured the slimy jizz concoction down his throat, not spilling a drop, but he quickly learned to take big, gulping swallows, his cute neck bulging out with each quart of cum that was stuffed into his pregnant looking stomach.

"I knew you were a massive cumslut," I said, emptying half the jug inside his swollen midsection, "I'm gonna feed you nothing but cum from now on, how's that sound?"

Hen was indisposed to replying, **** to chug 5 gallons of jizz as he was, and all that semen was beginning to have an effect on his figure. His stomach let out all sorts of groaning noises as it processed the flood of refrigerated cum, sending the nutrients to certain key areas of his body.

I watched with glee as Hen's once flat chest slowly started to swell and grow, plumping up into huge, heaving boytits that leaked a steady flow of milk/cum from his puffy, slightly gaping, soda can-sized nipples.

Similarly, his already outrageous posterior began packing on pounds, his hips broadening, his thunderous thighs thickening, practically engulfing the ignored Basket in a jiggly mountain of soft, doughy assflesh.

"Oh wow, would you look at that! Your boobs are even bigger than mine!" I said, removing the empty jug, and pressing my own head-sized shoulder boulders into his straining pair of massive mommy milkers. As my nipples made contact with his they slipped inside and plugged the flow of white liquids, which made his tits back up and swell even bigger. Watching this gave me a kinky idea.

"I wonder just how stretchy your new breasticles are," I asked Hen, before wrapping my strong arms around his small back, and squeezing myself against him. His larger pair of titties was flattened out as I mashed my firmer boobs harder and harder into him, increasing the pressure until his nipples couldn't take it anymore, and began to stretch and gape wider.

As his nipples widened, more and more of my breastflesh was swallowed by his milky mams, stretching them out to rediculous proportions. His boytits were twice the size of his head by the time I finished cramming the rest of my pale, creamy jugs inside.

"There we go! How do you like having your slutty sex pillows stretched around mine?" I said, not expecting an answer, "and I'll bet whatever lube you didn't selfishly turn into fat has made it's way through your guts, and should be swimming around poor Basket's cock by now."

With that, I pulled myself roughly away from Hen, yanking my boobs out of his destroyed nipples, his own breasts stretching out and elongating as they tried to cling to my superior pair. Once I extracted my girls from his cored out funbags, they quickly deflated to flat, sagging piles of flesh attached to his chest.

"Hmm I'm sure that'll heal right up," I said, secretly hoping he would be permanently stuck with useless, fleshy sacks for tits, "now it's time for the main event!"