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Kira kept the phone raised as the door sealed behind her.

The room was quiet and clean. Soft overhead lights. A padded platform in the center with a low console beside it. She stepped up onto the platform, still talking to the lens.

“We’re live inside the first SFRT room. This is it. History.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her high-waisted leggings and pushed them down. The thick cock that had been trapped against her thigh sprang free, heavy and already hardening. Thirteen inches of dense, veined shaft. The head was broad and flared, already shiny with precum. Her balls hung low and full, each one the size of a small grapefruit, the skin smooth and tight.

“Look at this,” she said, angling the camera down. “Thirteen inches. Soda-can thick. These balls are so full they’re aching. I’m going first. You’re all about to watch me empty them into the new endpoint.”

She gave the shaft a few firm strokes until it stood fully hard, the large head dark and leaking. Then she reached for the console. A soft chime sounded. The interface locked onto the connection.

“Endpoint is live,” she told the camera. “I’m going in.”

Carson sat on the edge of his bed staring at the two words still glowing on his phone.

Endpoint attached.

He had no time to wonder what they meant.

A sudden, deep pressure bloomed against his asshole. Not a finger. Not anything he had ever felt. Something blunt and massive pushed against the tight ring of muscle and kept pushing. Carson’s eyes went wide. He dropped the phone. His hands flew back to brace against the mattress as the pressure became a hard, relentless stretch.

“What the fuck—”

The broad head forced its way in. The burn was immediate and sharp. His body tried to reject it, clenching hard, but the thing on the other side of the connection did not slow down. It drove forward in one continuous thrust.

Carson’s mouth opened in a silent, shocked gasp. Thirteen inches of thick cock punched into him in a single rough stroke. The flared head dragged along his walls, the soda-can girth stretching him wider than anything should have been able to. His knees trembled. Tears sprang to his eyes from the sudden overload of sensation.

Kira moaned the second the tight heat clamped around her cock.

“Oh my god,” she said into the camera, voice already shaky with pleasure. “It is so fucking tight. Brand new. I can feel it trying to push me out and it can’t. I’m all the way in. Balls-deep on the first thrust.”

She pulled back just enough to show the glossy shaft on camera, then slammed forward again. The wet sound of her hips meeting the invisible connection filled the room.

“Listen to that. It’s gripping me so hard. The head is buried so deep. I can feel everything.”

She set a fast, rough pace immediately. No slow build. No mercy. Every thrust drove the full length into the endpoint, the thick shaft spreading the tight channel open again and again. Her grapefruit-sized balls swung and slapped with each impact.

“It’s perfect,” she told her audience between sharp breaths. “So hot and so tight. I can feel it fluttering around me every time I bottom out. This is what the SFRT is for.”

Carson could barely breathe.

Every thrust punched the air out of his lungs. The cock inside him was too long, too thick, too relentless. The flared head kept ramming against something deep that made his vision spark. His own cock had hardened against his will, trapped between his stomach and the bed as he was forced forward onto his elbows. The stretch burned. The depth made his stomach feel distorted from the inside.

He tried to crawl forward to escape the sensation. The connection held him in place. Every time Kira drove back in, his body was forced to take every inch. The heavy balls on the other side of the link slapped against him with wet, heavy impacts he could feel but not see.

“It won’t stop,” he choked out to the empty room. “Fuck, it’s too big—my ass is never going to be the same—”

The thought repeated in his head like a broken loop while the thick cock kept using him.

Kira’s pace grew even harder. Sweat shone on her collarbones and the soft curve of her B-cup breasts under the long-sleeve crop top. She kept the camera close, showing the way her shaft disappeared into the connection over and over.

“I’m getting close,” she announced. “These balls are so full. You’re going to see the first extraction. It’s going to be a lot. I can already feel it building.”

She slammed in to the root and stayed there for a moment, grinding, letting her audience see the way her heavy balls pressed tight against the interface.

“Feel that?” she whispered to the endpoint even though she knew it could not answer. “Take it.”

Then she started thrusting again, short and brutal, chasing the edge.

Carson felt the cock inside him swell even thicker.

The already impossible girth expanded. The head flared harder against that deep place. His prostate was crushed under the pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, half pain and half something electric that his body did not know how to process. His own cock twitched hard against the sheets.

Kira’s voice, distant and distorted through the connection, reached him in fragments.

“—so tight—gonna fill it—watch this—”

The first pulse of cum hit like a pressure wave.

Thick, heavy jets flooded into him with so much force that his belly began to round almost immediately. Kira kept cumming. Pulse after pulse of dense, hot seed pumped straight into his guts. The volume was unreal. His stomach stretched outward, the skin growing taut as the load had nowhere else to go.

The crushing pressure on his prostate finally broke something inside him.

Carson came with a broken, involuntary cry. His cock jerked against the mattress and spilled across the sheets in messy spurts while his ass was still being flooded. The orgasm was ripped out of him by the sheer volume of cum packing his insides. His vision went white at the edges.

Kira’s hips stuttered as the last heavy ropes left her.

“Fuck—yes—take all of it—”

She held herself buried to the root, balls drawn up tight, still pumping. When the final pulse finally faded she stayed locked in place for several long seconds, letting the camera capture the way her cock twitched with aftershocks.

Then she slowly pulled out.

A thick river of cum followed the retreat of her shaft, spilling from the connection point in heavy, creamy ropes. She angled the phone to show it.

“First extraction complete,” she said, voice rough and satisfied. “Look at that. Completely filled. The endpoint took every drop.”

She gave her glossy, softening cock one last slow stroke for the camera, then ended the stream with a bright, breathless smile.

“See you next lottery. This one is going to be everywhere.”

Carson collapsed face-down on his bed.

His belly was visibly swollen, the skin stretched tight around the massive load still trapped inside him. Thick cum leaked from his used, gaping hole in slow, steady pulses, soaking the sheets beneath him. His own spend mixed with it. His thighs trembled with leftover spasms. His hole twitched and fluttered, unable to close around the emptiness left behind.

He tried to move and failed. The deep, wrecked ache in his ass and the heavy pressure in his gut pulled him under.

Carson passed out with his face turned toward the wall, mouth open, belly full and leaking.

By morning the video of the first successful cum extraction had already begun to spread across every major feed in the Futa Dominion.