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All good things must come to an end.

But where one road ends, another begins.

Using your last remaining strength before the weight of your cum-bucket overwhelms you, you roll over so that she’s the one sinking into the mattress, while you remain top, all the while still pumping in glob after glob of magical and delicious baby batter.

Giving the boobs pushing against your face one final kiss and giving your toy one last squeeze, you let go and surrender yourself to the mind orgasmic numbing sensation of being a breeder fulfilling your prime directive.

More and more you fill, thrusting and pumping, and slapping against your expanding toy.

You reach for her massive tits, now the size of pillows, wrapping an arm around each of the warm flesh bags to create a deep chasm of cleavage to sink your face into.

Damn they were so soft. So warm. So squishy. Sooo big. And still growing. Another big splurge from your fuckstick went straight towards tit valley and you moaned in bliss as the pressure around your arms grew tighter and the cavern beneath your head grew deeper as the bust to end all busts busted up another cup size.

“Oh yes,” you moan, utilizing your long developed skill of thrusting, pumping, and talking at the same time, “so tight still, so sensitive, oh my dear slut, you are going to be soooo big.”

Because despite her sweeping beauties growing into perfect headrests, most of your spunk was staying right inside of your cum-dump’s womb. And judging by the endless expanse of soft, pliant, and warm flesh covering the entirety of the mattress, you know you did well.

The sleeve-no-longer-a-sleeve didn’t respond. While you have developed a minor tolerance of such prime fucking, it’s clear that this bucket was clearly a virgin.

She had long past out from her still continuing orgasm.

You felt proud to be the one to pop her cherry and giving her the first and best fucking she will ever receive.

Of course, that didn’t mean you were close to stopping. Oh no, your balls still churned with white mist, your cock was still rock hard and spraying, and your cum-dump still had a lot of growing to do.

CRASH!!!

And there goes the bed, you briefly think before continuing your project of making a new one.

You always did prefer water beds, especially live ones that came with soft and pliant pillows that moaned and leaked warm milk when stimulated.

The question that remained was...