BIMBO FUCKPETS STATUS: BRED

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Your bedroom was now the sight of something so debauched you couldn't hope to see it even in a sci-fi porno. A pair of the fat, juiciest bubble booties imaginable was all yours, as you used the marker's unique powers to make yourself able to mate with two fat-titted pieces of breedbait at once.

"Fffuck! You're soooooo fucking BIG, Daddy! Are you gonna, like, punish our needy bimbo pussies with your fat cocks?"

"DO IT DO IT DO IT PLEASE DADDY FASTER FASTER HARDER YOUR SLUTTY FAT-TITTED WHORES NEEEED COOOOOOOOOOCK!"

Liv and Stace cried out in turn, every breathy, moaning word delivered among a crescendo of fat, squishing claps as sweaty flesh met sweaty flesh, the resounding sound of one hyper-virile stud challenging two oversexed bimbo bodies.... and winning. It felt natural.

It wasn't easy, though. The dual sensations of your fat fucksticks were unlike anything you had ever felt before. Every coring thrust rammed against two wombs at once, like a pair of big, thick, lipstick-covered battering rams. Stacey could barely even form a single coherent word, brain threatening to fry from the sheer pleasure of the fuckfest. Olivia was faring only slightly better, and that was probably simply because, as the girl on top, you had an opportunity to give Stacey's fantastically formed ass a nice, firm spank, every few thrusts the kind that sent both globes of sheer mass of dumptruck positively flying.

"Please spank this goth slut too!" Olivia cried out with the rest of what her fucked-stupid brain could manage right now, her face reverting to the ahegao-plastered expression of a bitch in heat currently gracing her blonde "sister." Indeed, every time you hilted yourself, a chain reaction of sheer orgasmic pleasure exploded around you, as their soft, convulsing walls of flesh competed so desperately to draw you in, not letting go in the slightest. It took the black-and-blonde duo initiating a lewd, slurping kiss as they fondled each other's alphabet-slaying busts before you remembered you could, in fact, grant Olivia's request.

"Remember this trick, skank? I certainly do. You're fucking mine now, bitch. Everything you have, own, want? Mine. Even your ex-powers." you grunted, as you reminded her that you, in fact, granted yourself her once-coveted telekinesis. A pair of phantom hands appeared from beneath the wooden floor you had the two sluts pinned down on, immediately getting to work as they slapped, squeezed, groped and kneaded all of that goth ass, prompting a surprised series of moans from Liv. And then... a response.

"YES! DO IT! IT'S ALL YOURS, STUD!" The girls regained a bit of clarity!
"OUR LIVES!" chanted Stacey, crazed from your rough, brain-resoldering powerfuck.

"EVERYTHING WE HAVE!" continued her best friend, only for the both of them to deliver a powerful finisher.

"AND OUR FUTURES! KNOCK! US! THE! FUCK! UP! BREED US, DADDY!" they practically screamed... and so did you, as with one final thrust you hilted yourself balls-fucking-deep, all the lipstick from your grapefruit-sized pair of jizzkegs now washed away under the flood of pussy juice.

"Ovulate. Immediately." you gruffly ordered, and before their minds could even register your impossible request... their bodies immediately obeyed! They were well and truly primed for breeding.

And then? You came. All that simmering resentment, lust and sexual fury you felt towards the two women who had once, seemingly so long ago, betrayed you, disappeared in one sticky, long-awaited eruption, firing in a rapid series of alternating bursts from both of your veiny monster cocks, each payload literally visible as it travelled up a shaft.

The burst swiftly flooded their wombs, millions of your powerful swimmers descending to **** everything in sight. On an instinctual level you knew they were virile enough to literally gangbang the two (un)fortunate sluts' eggs, two small bulges forming in their slim stomachs from the sheer volume of your seed. A promising start to two pregnancies... especially since both women were by this point insensate, pupils rolled back, hands and feet jittering from the unrepeatable pleasure of a woman's first breeding.

"Get yourselves cleaned up. This won't be the first time you get bred." you told them, tweaking and groping Stacey's massive left breast in your large, rough hand, trying to wake her up from this pleasure coma by tweaking and pinching her nipples - no luck. You literally bred their fucking brains out.

Not that you complained, laughing as you took a seat nearby. It made for an amazing sight: a ripped stud, exhausted from a powerful fuck with cum dripping down his cocks, and a pair of twitching, cum-crazed, freshly impregnated sluts who wouldn't look out of place in a Hollywood blockbuster... albeit one with a decidedly more mature rating.

Still, why stop with just a pair? You had plenty of options with the marker, after all.