Well no but actually yes

Thorn reached the door to the office, Daphne in tow but stopped as she reached the door. There were sounds coming from the room. Wet sounds. The door was already unlocked so she turned back to Daphne and placed a finger over her lips to indicate silence. The experienced sleuth nodded as Thorn slowly twisted the nob and pushed the slab of wood out of the way gently to peek inside. What she saw made her eyes go wide in shock as she quietly entered the room. All attempts at stealth now gone as she stared at the scene.

Luna was on her knees, bent backwards with her hands pressed into the floor by her ankles to support her. Her face was obscured by a pair of balls the size of melons, but her hair and clothes told Thorn that this was indeed Luna. Obscuring the rest of the view was another familiar haircut and outfit choice that screamed Velma.

Velma pulled her cock back and revealed in the delicious sounds of Luna’s throat struggling valiantly to keep up. Her cock was absolutely drenched and dripping with saliva. The loud wet slurp as she removed a good portion of thick cock meat from her Sleeve’s tightness before the lovely sloppy GLURKs as she stuffed it all back it. The punk rockers spittle ran down her own face, forcing her to close her eyes as those wonderfully full nuts slapped her in the face over and over. If she were to die like this it would be a worthwhile ****. **** on the fattest and most beautiful cock she’d ever thought possible.

“Hn uh… your such a throat slut. Most ladies… uhh god, don’t let me fuck their faces first. But you just…. Dropped to your knees and demanded it…”. Velma sawed her hips back and forth making sure to impact her pelvis against Lunas face to let her know how much of a whore she was.

Thorn stood in the doorway and froze, watching her bandmate and wicca sister get her neck stretched out around a cock like an arm. She immediately began imagining herself in Luna’s place. A pair of hands wrapped around her from behind. One dipping below the waistline of her jeans, the other gently covering her mouth as Daphne’s lusty whispers filled her ear.

“Shhh… lets see how long it takes for them to realize we’re here.” The hand then slowly crept down her chest, until it was in range to reach up under her shirt and felt the bra she had on get unceremoniously lifted out of the way, leaving her tits free to grab. Her tit was quickly palmed and kneaded making the rocker girl leak the tiniest of moans. Thankfully Velma and Luna were being so sloppy and loud that they didn’t even hear it.

“GMPH SCHL GLK SLLL GMPH SCHL GLK SHLLL GMPH SSSHLK GLK” was the only vocalization Luna could make as Velma hammered away at her face. Each pullback had her sucking hungrily while each thrust made her grunt happily. She could feel little bits of her mind slipping away the longer they went. The part of her brain that cared about her image was the first to go. Next was the part that was concerned with getting caught. She was making so much noise anyone passing, even marginally closeby, could identify what was happening in that room.

Thorn stood staring and squirming as Daphne handled her. Her pussy was gushing as the redhead’s fingers slithered in and out. Her nipple caught between fingers and gently tweaked and rubbed. Everything that was happening to her was making it so hard to stay quiet. Little squeaks and tiny moans emitted from her throat and nose and she desperately wanted to keep watching. It was such a thrill seeing something so lewd happening right in front of her without the people doing it knowing they were being watched.

Velma could feel her balls getting ready to unload but she couldn’t do it inside. These girls had a One-Nite Only concert to perform. She also told Fred she wouldn’t… he didn’t say anything about priming the girls up though. Velma slammed her cock to the hilt and let her balls rest on Luna’s face. The wet opera she had been singing until that point suddenly silenced. As Velma rested to cool down and edge herself for tomorrow she heard a squeak behind her. She quickly turned her upper body and looked over her shoulder fearing she had been caught. She relaxed instantly as she saw Daphne’s head resting on Thorn’s shoulder with a big smile as her girlfriend molested the band leader.

“Jinkies… how long have you been there? Luna, we have guests.”

The tremendous cock slowly pulled free of the throat it was wrapped in. The woman in was sleeved in cumming onto the floor the whole time. Once the massive breeding tube was removed she slumped to the side before rolling onto her stomach. She stared straight ahead and breathed heavily. Her body and brain had been exhausted. If the stimulation had continued she no doubt would have continued with it. But once it stopped it was like her brain had just gone into power save mode as she lay their unmoving and groaning.

Velma smirked and turned so that Thorn could see her in full. She was still wearing her clothes, as was Luna, but protruding from her hips was the monstrosity of cock meat that had been destroying the bandmate’s brain. “She’s a little tired. She should be able to talk again in a few hours.”

Thorn pulled herself away from Daphne and advanced on the ultra thicc nerd futa. Once she was in range she also dropped to her knees like Luna had and began worshipping the giant slab of fuck. “Oh god… why have you been hiding this all these years? I’d have quit the band to be your personal fuck pillow if I had known you had this! Fuck me. Use me up and fill my guts with cum. I need it!”

“I’d love to… but not tonight. Tomorrow after your concert I’ll fuck al three of you. But tonight you’ll have to settle for watching me fill up Daphne.” Velma looked over at Daphne and snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her. The giddy slut trotted over happily and knelt down next to Thorn, put her hands on her knees and opened her mouth with her tongue hanging out. “Sorry Daph, I’m about to blow, no fucking right now. You’ll have to settle with being a cum dump tonight.”

The slutty woman looked downtrodden as her shoulders drooped and let out a weak, “okay”. Before the huge dick began shimmying down her throat. She knew that wouldn’t be enough to make her mistress cum so Daphne began fondling the soft melons that hung below. Stimulating their productivity. If she was getting a load it was gonna need to be big for all the edging Velma’s been putting her and herself through.

Velma didn’t need much as she quickly gritted her teeth and grabbed Daphne’s head. She stuffed as much cock into her loving slut as she could and kept bucking her hips forward as the immense load began rushing through her pipe and filling the stomach directly.

Thorn watched jealously as Daphne’s belly began to billow out and expand. It reach full term pregnancy within a matter of seconds and wasn’t stopping. She put her hand’s on the growing sphere and felt her hand being **** apart as it grew wider and wider. Though the flesh was smooth and soft it was also firm… perfect. She could feel the sludge inside her shifting around as each salvo of new cum entered the dumping ground. Once Velma was done Thorn could full body hug the belly attached to the woman and still not reach even halfway.

Velma leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on the lips tasting herself a bit but for the most part just showing her affection. “Daphne. You look beautiful as a cum balloon.”

Daphne smiled back and caressed her swollen gut. “You always say that.”

“It’s always true.” The two basked in the after glow in each other’s arms.

Thorn kept inspecting the gigantically bloated belly and had to continually swallow he saliva as she drooled at a single idea.

“Tomorrow this will be me…”