Tracy (sexual tastes side story)

-I forgot I wrote this earlier so.. here it is!

"Hot damn!" A star spelled on looker cheered, his glass of white frothy liquid sloshing out as he shook it with gusto. He turned clapping his friend on the back, seated next to him with his free hand making the less noisy but no less excited college boy nearly fall over. "I need me one o' them fat balled bitches! youknowuhahmsayin?" The talkative one said his "accent" exaggerated in a way that made others suspect he didn't naturally speak that way.

Tracy let a small grin spread across her painted lips. The catcalling was nothing new to her. She in fact enjoyed the attention, why work at a place like this where her body was on display 24/7 if she wasn't comfortable with it? She did have limits, but this… she loved this.

Her petite hips swayed, the click of her heels accompanying each step, the hint of bone pushing outward from the soft dark skin of her hip. Above, two darkly colored milk tanks bounced matching her smooth, sensual walk. The peaks of her mountainous breasts hung low enough (despite how firm they looked) that they engulfed her swollen cock, the large rod pointing up between those delicious mounds. From the little that was visible below those gargantuan producers, all could see that she was not a “small contender”. Even so her dick vanished below that mass of boobage, the head unable to escape out the top side.

Tracy reached a point out in the middle of the dining area and stopped, sitting back onto her rotund ball sack which dragged along behind her. The massive cum sack gave below her somewhat like a bean bag chair, yet the difference was enough to make it obvious that this was something much more.. fertile.

It was the time of the evening when one of the girls would perform for their guests. All of the girls loved doing it, eager to show off their impressive assets to people who appreciated that kind of thing (because who else would eat at this kind of establishment). In this place they were all queens and their subjects abjectly adored them.

Casually and comfortably Tracy leaned back into her “cum bag chair”, one hand positioned behind her in the pliant flesh as she propped one leg atop the other, bouncing her foot lazily. Her free hand caressed alongside her massive expanse of boobage. She shivered as her cock was stimulated by the quaking flesh. The condom-like pasties covering her fat nipples bloated outwards as they filled with nurturing fluid.

Even with no visible string or attachment the pasties stayed as they grew with their milky load, a slight magical sparkle appearing as the tension grew.

All around her, fair-goers sat eating and drinking of the special type of nourishment which “sexual tastes” provided. Small wine glasses filled with liquids. Usually differing shades of a whitish type. The food was usually of the thai variety, with seasoning that looked oddly like certain… other familiar fluids spritzed across the appetizing selection. In the eyes and the crotches of those transfixed by the heavily endowed, yet somehow petite, ebony vixen, Tracy moved.

Separating her previously relaxed legs she stood over the immense sack of churning seed and sensually moved atop it. Undulating and emphasizing her hips, her petite ass on full display, she slid across it. As she moved she pumped her hips into the massive cage of cum. Her cock peaked out then, bouncing down and out of her boob containment.

She had a matching condom like the ones on her nipples covering her whole cock head. The latex container already sagged below her bouncing dickhead with some of her natural productivity, a large splash of fluid gushing out into the condom as the cock bounced into view.

Somehow she made what should probably be a difficult and probably slightly painful re-orientation over that massive expanse of cock milk appear natural and more importantly sexy.

As she rolled back atop her own nut sack, pushing her chest down into her large assets, her tight ass spread wide by her legs out to either side of the stupendous sack. The cock bounced eagerly, sandwiched by gargantuan boobs from above and massive balls from below.

Her audience sat transfixed, some already stroking themselves or “kissing” partners. Tracy smiled. A thrill coursed up her spine, watching the reaction to her own sinful display. The normally somewhat reserved girl began to thrust her hips slowly and sensually into the balls in front of her, her hands atop her ball flesh, two massive breasts pressed together slightly between her bent arms.

She loved showing all these people the one thing that made her special. Growing up had been difficult with such insane assets, All of the special schools and special accommodations. Not here! While she was here at “sexual tastes'' she filled the role she knew she was meant for. To be a symbol of all things big and wobbly!

With each thrust of her hips into the swell of her cum balloons she could feel her tightly contained cock swell slightly. In moments the dick which was hidden again between her huge milk tanks peaked, the elastic condom spilling out from the space in between. The cum contained therein the magically augmented condom bulked up in a large glob, the whole thing stretched its way down along the edge of the enormous cum sack. The “pasties” as well were sagging now, so far that they touched the ground with their own heavy milky loads.

“Mmmmmm….” Tracy moaned feeling the eyes of all those around her.

“Woohoo! Get em’ sexy!” a similarly stacked girl whooped as she walked by with a tray.

While holding her tray aloft expertly she reached down to hold lightly to Tracy’s thin chin. With a wink at the crowd she leaned over, putting her impressive ass and the back side of her matching massive cum sack on display as she wetly shared a sensuous kiss with her co-worker.

“Mmm..” Tracy moaned into the kiss as she fucked her cock with her quartet of balls and breasts. “Hu..hi.. Hannah.” she panted out between swapping spit with the woman.

Finally separating, a string of saliva connecting the two, Tracy’s eyes heavily lidded and her dark cheeks shining bright, Hannah smiled down at her.

“Heya Trace, just need to borrow this for a moment!”

Grabbing onto one of Tracy’s magical tit-condoms, she pulled letting droplets cover her hand as the large bag of frothy fluid splashed to the floor.

Tracy moaned whorishly when Hannah began to tug on the nearly inch long nipple like an udder, holding the tray of empty glasses aloft so that the spray was spon filling the first of the many glasses.

She laughed, delighted. “You should see the look on your face Trace!”

Getting an idea she turned to the onlookers, “Hey can one of you take a pic and send it to me?” she yelled at the group of horny college students making a pouty face in the process.

There were many volunteers.

Soon, the two girls, sporting balls and breasts big enough to constitute a second person were surrounded by enthusiastic men and women. Each holding aloft their phones to get that perfect view on the moaning, panting futa as she both filled glasses full of fresh, warm milk and the rapidly growing condoms on both her cock and her other nipple.