It was late in the afternoon and the sun stood already low in the sky as Jenny walked up to the door of one of dozens of identical white bungalows that lined the street around her, each property separated from the others by a tall wooden fence. Only the number above its entrance, a '23' in curlicued digits, and thick red curtains behind the windows distinguished it from the rest.

One last time, the petite vulpix pulled a handwritten note out of her fashionable black handbag, confirming that this was, indeed, the address of the special semen donor her friend had told her about. This was her absolute last resort. If he couldn't help her with her infertility, no one could. She slipped the note back with trembling fingers and gathered all her courage with a deep breath. "Okay, here goes nothing."

Jenny gave the door three shaky taps before she took a step back and waited with a thumping heart, her six tails clenched together and stiff with tension.

At first, nothing happened. However, as she lifted her hand to knock again, heavy, thudding footsteps reached her ears. She immediately took another step back and watched with bated breath as the door opened before her.

Jenny wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't the biggest sylveon she had ever seen. He was two heads taller than her, but it wasn't his height that impressed the little vulpix, it was the man's corpulence. He wasn't just a tad soft and chubby around the edges, but unmistakably obese. His lazily swaying ribbons appeared tiny on his massive frame, and he wore wide black pants and a sky-blue T-shirt that seemed wider than the blanket on her bed. Yet, his plus-sized clothes failed to contain all of his immense mass as the lowest roll of his heavy, jiggling paunch bulged out from under his T-shirt and hung over the rim of his pants while the rest stretched the struggling fabric to its limit. Not to mention the dark, damp sweat stains under his plump arms that reached almost all the way to his waist and his fat, plush pecs that put the bosom of most women to shame.

"Hello, Miss. Can I help you with something?" the overweight sylveon asked with a deep, but smooth bass, a mildly curious smile on his round, chubby face, and a half-eaten apple in his hand.

The vulpix's heart sank to her boots and her muzzle went bone dry as she wondered if her friend had been given the wrong address by her contact. Or were they playing a cruel joke on her? After a seemingly endless moment, she managed to press out, "O-oh, hello. I'm sorry but I think I g-got the wrong address."

The sylveon slowly looked her up and down. Then his smile widened and he chuckled, "That depends on who you're looking for, but I have a hunch. Is it about a special sperm donor?"

Muzzle ajar, Jenny peered at him with big eyes. She swallowed nervously before she admitted with an abashed nod, "H-how do you know?"

"Because that's the only reason why people knock at my door," he remarked, taking a bite of his apple as he nodded at her empty hands. "Unless you're the new mailwoman, in which case I'll have to ask where you have my delivery."

"No, no, I'm here because of the s-sperm donor. Do you know him?" Jenny asked, her tails twitching nervously.

"Yes, I do know him," the overweight sylveon replied, his smile turning into a smirk as he gestured at his husky body with two of his ribbons. "He's me."

The vulpix stared at the rotund man with an open muzzle, unable to hide her surprise.

"You're here because you need help with a certain situation, am I right?" the sylveon continued. "A seemingly unfulfillable wish for children, correct?"

A powerful shiver raced down Jenny's spine. Pressing her lips together, she nodded.

"As I expected. You're not the first one who's visited me about that," the corpulent fairy-type said, stepping aside to invite her into his home with a wave. "Please, come inside. I'd rather not discuss this any further between door and driveway."

The vulpix hesitated to enter the stranger's home, especially since he was so tall and bulky. On the other hand, he knew exactly why she was here, and he seemed gentle and trustworthy enough, she reassured herself. Besides, this was her last remaining option after all medical treatments had failed, so she collected herself with a heavy breath and stepped forward into a spacious entrance hallway. Nevertheless, her auburn fur rose with unease when he closed the door behind her and she pressed herself tightly against the wall to let him pass even though he left plenty of space as he lumbered past her.

"I'm Orion, by the way," the sylveon introduced himself, finishing off his apple with one last, big bite.

"J-jenny. I'm Jenny."

"Nice to meet you, Jenny," Orion said as he led her down the hallway into a small, but surprisingly comfortable and tastefully furnished living room. Several dark wood shelves with decorative knick-knacks lined the wall across the door, and there was a small table with two chairs and a platter of fruit, snacks, and pastries beside the almost fully covered window to his backyard. Opposite the table stood a vast, luxurious sofa with deep red upholstery, matching the color of the big, plush drapes and the seat cushions. A floor lamp in the corner doused everything into a warm, soft light, and a whole bowl of smoking incense sticks infused the air with a rich smell of lavender and sandalwood, masking most, but not all of the sylveon's distinct, sweaty musk.

"Please, take a seat." The portly man pulled up one of the chairs for her. Then he tossed the apple core away, walked around the table, and settled on the other chair, eliciting a troubled creak from the poor, trembling piece of furniture. "Alright, let me ask you again, and this time a little more directly: You're here because you're infertile, nothing helps, but you still want children?"

Sitting down, Jenny crossed her legs and chewed her lip for a moment before she muttered, "Y-yes, that's why I'm here."

"Good. I can help you with that," Orion stated, grabbing a glazed donut with one pudgy hand while stroking his fat belly with the other.

"O-okay, so h-how does it work?" the vulpix asked, although her friend had already hinted at how it worked.

"The same way as it works for most animals. I have sex with you on the couch over there, cum inside you, and knock you up," the obese sylveon explained with the same tone as if he was reading out the items on a shopping list while he stuffed the whole donut into his muzzle in one chomp, chewing on it with eager smacks.

A hot blush shot onto Jenny's cheeks and she tucked her hands between her clenched thighs as Orion confirmed what she didn't want to hear. It had taken her several days to come to terms with the fact that her last chance at having children was tied to getting impregnated by a stranger. A breeder, her friend had also called him, and the vulpix had imagined some strong, muscular stud, or at least some average man. Instead, she was now sitting in front of a sweaty, obese sylveon with tits bigger than hers, an ass so fat that it could bury her completely, and a hunger that could clear a shopping cart's worth of food in one sitting. 

She tried not to wrinkle her snout too much.

"And why would it work for you where all else has failed?" she asked. Part of her hoped that his answer would convince her, while another part preferred that it wouldn't, her wish for children be damned.

"It works because I have a rare genetic condition that makes me so virile that I can restore the fertility of most infertile women," Orion responded. "The odds for this trait are one in a million, especially since it only affects some eevees after they've evolved into sylveons. It's like winning the lottery, but a lottery that makes me look like this." He waved at his flabby frame. "The extra virility comes with a massively boosted metabolism, and also an even bigger hunger."

"Oh, okay," Jenny muttered, staring reluctantly at the floor as she pondered how to broach her next question. After all, she couldn't afford to snub him. "If you don't mind me asking, but why don't you donate your s-seed to the sperm bank? W-wouldn't that make things much easier for everyone?"

"That's a legitimate question. I've racked my brains over it a lot, but I've concluded that I cannot do that," the sylveon said, licking his fingers clean before he grabbed a bunch of bananas.

"Why not?"

"Look, it's not like I don't want to help, but I do not want to become a faceless, nameless father to hundreds if not thousands of children. I want to know who receives my seed, I want to know if they will take good care of my children, and I want them to know who is donating the seed. I'm a pokemon, not a tool," Orion explained, casually peeling the first banana with his ribbons while he gestured with his free hand.

Jenny nodded. She couldn't argue with his reasons, but that didn't explain his method. "Why don't you meet them in person before you donate?"

The plump sylveon looked at her for a pensive moment before he grunted, "I do not trust the sperm banks to handle my seed properly." He took a deep breath. "Besides, I think that sleeping with me once is a fair price to pay for the miracle of life."

Orion vocalized what the vulpix only dared to think, leaving her with an uncomfortably clear path forward. If she wanted kids, she had to have sex with him. Period. But first, she had to convince him that she would take proper care of his children. "Okay, I- I understand. So, what do you need to know about me to… knock me up?"

"Above all, I want to know if you'll be a responsible parent," he responded, a warm smile returning to his chubby cheeks as he chowed down the whole banana in two bites. "On that note, where is your partner?"

Jenny's expression froze as she remembered her ex. Two months ago, her third relationship in three years had shattered over her desperate, but hitherto impossible desire for children. "I do not have a partner," she clarified. 

"Oh. I see." Orion's smile vanished and his ears folded back as he noticed her frown. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you planning to raise your children on your own?"

"Yes," the vulpix responded without hesitation and opened her handbag, pulling out her wallet. "You probably also want to know if I can afford children, right?" She flashed a golden credit card at him. "I have been saving all my money so I can raise them and spend all the time they deserve with them."

The sylveon looked at the credit card in her hand. Then he looked at her for a moment, gazing straight into her soul with his vibrant blue eyes before he nodded. "Alright."

"Alright? Is that all?"

"Yes. You're more serious and determined about this than most of the couples who've visited me so far," Orion remarked with a quiet chuckle. "I usually ask about their jobs, home, familiar circumstances, and such, but it sounds like you've got it all sorted out."

A strange thrill raced through the vulpix when she realized that she would become a mother today, even if it meant sleeping with that fat, sweaty sylveon on the other side of the table. Her voice trembled with growing excitement as she answered his unasked questions anyway. "I'm currently a manager at an accounting firm, I live on the other side of the city in a townhouse next to a park and a playground, and I know my parents will help me with my children if I ever manage to have any. I've already discussed it with them."

"That sounds even better," Orion chortled with a contented smile, casually inhaling another entire banana. "However, before we can move on, I need to ask for one more thing." He sheepishly held out his pudgy paw. "I usually charge a thousand dollars for my services to cover my expenses. All the… food and such." He waved the bushel of bananas at her, already half as many as there had been moments ago. "But I'll definitely pay you back if it doesn't work."

Jenny would've preferred if the sylveon had mentioned the price first, but she knew she would pay it either way. It wasn't even as much as she had feared. She opened up her wallet again to dig for a few one-hundred dollar notes. "Cash, I assume?"

"Yes, please."

Ten in hand, the vulpix carefully placed them onto Orion's palm, all while trying her best not to touch his chubby, sweaty fingers. It was only after the last note that she remembered that the same fingers would soon be gripping her when he inevitably fucked her on that couch on the other side of the room, and another strange shiver washed through her.

Fortunately, the burly sylveon didn't notice what she was doing or, more realistically, he simply didn't comment on it when he slipped the money into a little casket on the shelf beside him. "Wonderful," he sighed, rubbing his hands together. "Now, how do you wish to proceed?"

"Proceed? Ummm…" Jenny blanked. She wasn't sure how to respond, mostly because part of her refused to even humor the notion. "What are the options?"

Counting on two fingers, Orion replied, "There's the fast way, and there's the fun way."

"The fun way?" The vulpix scrunched her snout. Maybe fun for him.

The sylveon chortled at her reaction. "Yes, but I mean it in a way that's fun for you."

Jenny furrowed one brow. "For me? How so?"

"Well, the smaller details depend on you, but there are so many things I can do for you. I can cook you dinner, run a bath with essential oils and rose petals, show you the park down the street, give you a massage, or put on some music. Whatever makes you more comfortable," Orion elaborated with a sweeping wave. "As for the action, I've been told that I have a gifted tongue, but I will ultimately follow your preferences, whatever they may be."

A fresh blush shot onto Jenny's cheeks. She briefly uncrossed her legs, but only to cross them the other way, clenching her thighs even more tightly together. "I- I see," she muttered, too nervous to look at the sylveon but fully aware of his mighty presence. "A-and the fast way?"

"If you wanted to do it the fast way, you'd drop your skirt and climb onto the couch. I'd lube you up, or you lube yourself up. Then I'd fuck you whatever way you want for about fifteen minutes before I knock you up. Thirty minutes tops, then we'd be done and you'd be out the door again," the fat sylveon detailed with a shrug. He smirked. "We could also turn off the lights, but it's up to you. I'm available for the whole evening and willing to try anything you want. I'd even lick you all the way until midnight, from orgasm to orgasm."

The vulpix stared at the man with huge eyes, stunned speechless.

"Oh, sorry about that. I didn't mean for that to slip out," Orion apologized, meekly staring at the floor. "That was unprofessional."

Meanwhile, Jenny found herself in a strange situation. Her head was spinning from all the options and possibilities he had mentioned. She hated to admit it, but the man's brazen self-praise made her ever so slightly curious. Not to mention the undeniable tingle of arousal from all the talk of sex. It had been far too long since her last roll in the hay… and if the obese sylveon was going to fuck her for at least fifteen minutes anyway, what did another minute or two of licking matter? If he had exaggerated his skills, so what? It would still get her somewhat wet. But if he was right, she might even get a halfway decent orgasm out of it.

"It's fine," she finally muttered. "And I thought about it. I want to do it the fast way, but forget the lube." She swallowed awkwardly. "I want to see if you're actually as good with your tongue as you claim."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Orion hastily responded and jumped up, eliciting another agonizing creak from his chair. Without hesitation, he reached for the rim of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, baring all of his huge, overhanging belly and his sagging, oddly impressive pair of moobs. His sweat-soaked white fur was accentuated by a pair of extra thick pink bushes under his chubby arms and a fuzzy happy trail that spanned from his cavernous navel to below the edge of his pants.

"W-wait, what are you doing?" the vulpix stumbled out as he began to disrobe in front of her.

"I'm undressing. Why? Would you rather do it in clothes?" the sylveon wondered with a confused smile. He held up the damp, drenched tent of a T-shirt he had been wearing with two of his ribbons while he fumbled with his belt.

Jenny looked at him. She looked at the soggy, dangling piece of fabric. Then she shook her head. "No, sorry. I'd rather do it without. Carry on," she said, only to glance down at her own clothes. For a moment, she contemplated keeping her blouse on, but then she realized how silly that thought was. He was about to fuck her pussy, so what did it matter if he got to see her breasts? They were smaller than his anyway.

The vulpix hesitantly unbuttoned her top, her fingers shaking as the sylveon shot not-so-sneaky glances at her petite A-cups. They were completely bare, as she never bothered to wear a bra. After all, the tuft of fur that adorned her chest just above her breasts was bigger than them. Also, she tried to convince herself that he'd be thoroughly ogling her naked body and cunt in a bit anyway, but that only made her more flustered, and as if that wasn't already too much for her, she also got to watch Orion remove his pants and peel his briefs off his crotch.

As with her first encounter with the corpulent sylveon, Jenny wasn't sure what to expect, and she was greeted by something bigger than anything she had imagined. Between his thick, flabby thighs dangled the biggest, plumpest pair of balls she had ever seen, and framed by a dense bush of pink pubic hair, a huge, uncut penis protruded out from beneath his drooping paunch, already rock-hard and throbbing with undeniable arousal. Now she knew why he had explicitly mentioned lube.

"Oh fuck," the vulpix gasped. Her eyes flicked to the ripe bananas on the table. They looked so tiny compared to his huge, fat cock.

"Are you alright, Jenny?" the sylveon asked with a worried smile.

Jenny had only ever had one partner as well-endowed as Orion, but that cocky zebstrika had lasted three minutes at most. Just long enough to abandon her on the edge, desperate for more that had never come. He had almost always pulled out before she could cum. "You last fifteen minutes, you said?"

"More or less, yes," Orion responded reluctantly.

The beginning of a lecherous grin formed on the vulpix's stubby muzzle. "Good," she cooed. For the first time, she was not only excited about finally becoming a mother, but she also felt the faintest hint of excitement about having sex with the obese, but unexpectedly hung sylveon.

Orion's confidence returned upon her answer, and he eyed her with even greater curiosity and a flicker of lust in his shining blue eyes as he reached for his third banana.

The man's attention left Jenny fumbling with the belt of her skirt for far too long before she managed to undo it. After she dropped it to the floor, all that remained was a pair of pink and white striped panties, and when she pulled it down with trembling fingers, she noticed a dark, damp spot on the fabric. For a fleeting moment, a thin, dangling string of her juices connected it to her glistening pink slit, nestled within her soft, plump vulva and thick pubic fur, which was the same auburn color as the hair on her head.

Finally, the vulpix was naked, save for a pair of knee-high white socks. Her heart pounded in her ears as she turned toward the large couch. When she looked at the dark red upholstery she couldn't help but think of Orion's previous clients. "C-can I ask you something before we… do it?"

"But of course. Whatever you want to ask, ask away."

"How many have you had so far? Like, how many have come…"

"Seventy-two. You're number seventy-three," the sylveon responded.

Jenny stared at him with an open muzzle, struggling to wrap her head around the number, but she didn't question it. After all, her friend's contact had to know about him for some reason, and she wondered how far his experience reached as she stumbled toward the huge sofa and lay down on her back.

Orion joined her just a moment later with a confident grin. Although he sat down on the couch as carefully as he had on the chair, the poor piece of furniture let out a troubled creak. The entire upholstery shifted and moved to accommodate the obese sylveon's weight, and when he rolled over onto his massive belly, the little vulpix felt like she was getting tossed around by stormy waves. However, that all took a backseat when the man hovered his huge hand over her legs.

"May I begin?"

Biting her lip, Jenny looked at Orion for a dazed moment before she nervously spread her thighs and muttered, "Yes. I'm ready."

The vulpix trembled and bit her lip as the sylveon gripped her legs with firm but gentle force and slid his head toward her tight cunt, maintaining eye contact with her throughout. His hot breath was the next thing she felt, followed by the sensation of his soft, chubby cheeks against her inner thighs as his bulky head filled out the space between her legs entirely. Another gush of warm, humid air hit her slit as he sampled her scent with flared nostrils, and the moan building inside her throat finally erupted from her lips when he greeted her pussy with a wide, wet lick. He circled his hot, wet tongue all around once before the tip of his taster ended up at her clit, treating it to a flick before he rubbed against it with a lusty grunt.

Jenny's moan slowly faded into a shaky whine when she ran out of air. Then, as she breathed in again, she was hit by a smell that had only been a lingering backdrop so far. With the bowl of incense on the other side of the room and too far to mask the corpulent sylveon's scent, she was hit with the full might of his raw, sweaty musk. Every pokemon smelled differently, and she had experienced a colorful variety with her previous partners, but none of them compared to the sheer intensity of Orion's odor. It was thick and heavy, easily overpowering his cologne and shampoo, making her mind swim and her eyes water, but it also enriched her next groan with a primal, barely controllable surge of arousal. Then she inhaled again with a deep breath. Strong. And again. Potent. And again. Addictive.

The petite vulpix wasn't sure why Orion's overwhelming musk smelled so much more exhilarating than it should have. Perhaps it was a side product of his special virility? Whatever it was, the irresistible aroma made her even more sensitive to his tongue's slippery dance as it washed against and around her stiff, swollen clit. He also slid his thumbs toward her pussy, stroking and spreading her dripping wet folds to leave her squirming and curling her toes with guttural bliss. "Oooh fuck, you're good."

The overweight sylveon paused his licking and gave Jenny's slit a sloppy smooch, flashing her a big, smug told-you-so grin. "And you're delicious," he purred. Then he spread her folds even wider and slammed his fat, wet tongue inside her. Deep inside her. Deeper than she was prepared for, and whatever had been on her mind and lips dissolved into another resounding, throaty whine as his massive muscle stimulated every single nerve ending inside her.

The vulpix barely had time to get used to the immense girth of her partner's taster as he doubled down on his previous ministrations, working her from the inside and out with wet, noisy slurps and fervent passion. One moment, he was tongue-fucking her in a merciless frenzy, mashing her G-spot with ravenous greed. The next, he aimlessly squirmed and twisted his slippery muscle inside her tight channel as if he was savoring the leftovers from a delicious tub of ice cream before he went back to thrusting his tongue as deep as he could, all while his thumbs took turns stroking her twitching clit and labia.

An even bawdier cry poured from Jenny's lips, escaping with a burst of hot steam from her open muzzle. "Yes! ~ah~  K-keep going!" Her eyes rolled back into her head and she arched her back, growing as tense as a bowstring for a heavenly moment before she collapsed into a squirming, shaking bundle of bliss. "Fuck!"

As the vulpix's arms slackened, her hands slipped down onto Orion's soft, chubby cheeks. Soaked in spit, sweat, and her pussy juices, they jiggled beneath her fingers while he gorged himself on her nectar as if he was dying of thirst with needy gulps and eager grunts. His fiery devotion was magical, and his experience palpable as he gave her the most intense tonguing she had ever received, making her head swim and her body glow with horny heat.

"Yes! More! Deeper! Lick me deeper, Orion!" she moaned out, and her partner complied in a heartbeat.

Jenny gasped as the sylveon glided his big, chubby paws away from her slit and wrapped them around her thighs. He bent her legs up and splayed them with gentle force, giving himself even better access to her depths with a casual demonstration of his enormous strength. No matter how hard she writhed and squirmed, his hands yielded not an inch as he slammed his tongue deeper inside her than ever, stretching and loosening her channel in a relentless rhythm. 

With every tongue thrust, the vulpix's squeals grew more desperate and her breath more labored as a familiar tingling welled up in her chest and loins. Stirred by the sylveon's intoxicating stench and unrelenting affection, an orgasm was rapidly building inside her, and her lust-soaked brain was completely at its mercy, her whole body growing tenser and tenser as she hurtled toward the edge. "Fuck! Yes! YES!" she cried out. "Don't stop! I'm getting close!"

Just as Jenny reached the point of no return, Orion extracted his tongue with a toothy grin and suspended her on the brink for a heartbeat longer with his hot, wet breath washing over her fluttering folds. Then he brushed his pink taster across her outer folds, flicking and sucking on her clit, lapping up her nectar while drool spilled from his muzzle like from a broken faucet.

"Yeeeeeees!" the vulpix screamed as her mind unraveled into an explosive orgasm. A tsunami of pure, unadulterated relief rushed through her, claiming every inch and fiber of her being until no thought was left among a turbulent, all-encompassing ocean of bliss. Her slender, fluffy form shook and quaked violently, her claws digging deep into the upholstery and her feet clenching so much it almost hurt while her pussy burst into explosive contractions, showering the sylveon's muzzle with her hot, sticky fem cum.

Jenny's climax could've been perfect if it hadn't been for one tiny detail: her convulsing channel was empty, clamping up around nothing with furious contractions while her partner's fat, rosy tongue danced teasingly across her folds. So close, yet so far…

At her next, needy whine, Orion finally rammed his taster back inside her. In a split-second, he filled and stretched her with every last inch of his thick, squirming muscle, and she came even harder. So hard that stars flashed before her eyes, and she cried out with primal satisfaction as her channel tightened around his girthy tongue, squeezing and massaging it with a bottomless hunger for a load that it couldn't provide. Yet, that didn't diminish her high in the slightest as her partner squirmed and curled his tongue inside her with unwavering, unyielding ardor, loosening her while swallowing her juices with greedy huffs and grunts.

Thanks to the sylveon's relentless dedication, Jenny rode her mindless high for almost an entire minute until she could no longer tell up from down. However, not even his worship could sustain her orgasmic rush forever, and when her contractions eventually ebbed, her satisfaction only lasted for a fleeting moment before her lust returned with a vengeance.

She needed more than his tongue inside her. She needed his huge, swollen cock and all of his potent seed inside her. She needed him to breed her and put a massive litter inside her. So when he pulled away from her pussy, she gazed at him with a blazing fire in her eyes, her voice equally begging and demanding, "Fuck me!"

Orion raised his head, licking a strand of her hot, goopy juices from his lips before he purred with a salacious smile, "With the greatest pleasure. How do you…"

"I don't care! Just come here and fuck me already!" the petite vulpix moaned and grabbed her ankles, bending her legs back over her head to present her loose, unsatisfyingly empty pussy to him. "Fuck me with that fat, fucking dick of yours!"

Orion looked at her for a stunned moment. Then he burst into raunchy chuckles. "Of course, one thorough breeding coming right up~" 

The whole couch shook and creaked as the obese sylveon heaved himself on all fours, and the upholstery shifted beneath Jenny as he climbed on top of her, dragging his huge, overhanging belly over her body.

That was when it dawned on the little fire type that she would spend the next fifteen minutes buried beneath Orion's flabby fat rolls, steeped in his hot sweat and bathed in his intoxicating musk while he pounded and bred her tight cunt, but the thought of becoming the fat sylveon's seventy-third fuck toy no longer humiliated her. On the contrary, she spread her arms and embraced his soft, heavy paunch as it flowed around her, and she parted her muzzle to greet his plump, furred pecs with a lick and kiss each, groaning and shuddering as his sweaty, salty aroma engulfed her taste buds.

The vulpix yipped when her partner suddenly gripped her head, shoving her snout deep into the cleft between his plus-sized moobs while he aligned his fat, uncut tip with her wet slit. No matter the thorough preparation, it still promised to be an incredibly tight fit as he rubbed his massive glans against her folds, mingling her juices with his pre before he finally pushed forward.

Orion's first thrust missed its target, however, as his swollen tip slipped off on that same layer of slippery juices, gliding across her fluffy auburn pubes and taut belly instead to leave a trail of sticky, salty slime on her fur. "Apologies. That happens sometimes," he grunted before he sluggishly pulled back to try again.

Once more, his glans pressed against her snug entrance, his fat fuck meat flexing and bending before it slid away, but the third time was the charm. He gripped his unruly cock with his chubby fingers, keeping it in a tight stranglehold until his tip managed to wedge it between her folds, stretching her wide open. "There we go. Oh fuck, you're tight."

Finally, all of Jenny's anticipation unraveled in a guttural cry of pleasure as the obese sylveon shoved his turgid breeding meat inside her cunt, stretching her out just like her zebstrika ex, but that's where the comparisons stopped. Where the stallion had fucked her in a needy frenzy, barely waiting for her to get used to his size, Orion went slow enough that she could savor every single inch of his giant cock while his huge, overhanging belly trapped her in her personal hot, humid sauna. He pinned her down with so much weight that she could barely move a finger, her limbs tingling as they went numb, but that only made the firework of stimulation from inside her all the more intense while his flabby moobs swallowed her throaty moan.

"Alright, that's half of it. Hope you're ready for the rest," the sylveon purred, pausing to give the petite vulpix a moment to catch her breath with deep gasps of thick, musky air. Then he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and went to work with slow, forceful thrusts. In and out with the merciless might of a steam engine's piston, his fat, veiny fuck meat loosened and straightened her channel, tugging out her folds by an inch before pushing them back in with the bawdiest smacks and squelches, and with every plunge, he gained a little more depth.

The man's massive girth scrambled Jenny's brain with more stimulation than she could handle, working her G-spot and stretching her so much that he squeezed her clit at the same time. Yet, that was still nothing compared to the blinding flash of pleasure when he bottomed out inside her, knocking his fat glans against her cervix before he literally pushed her womb two inches deeper into her body. She shook and squirmed, squealing at the top of her lungs, but his chubby tissue muffled most of it, and his labored huffs and grunts drowned out the rest as he slowly but unrelentingly picked up his pace.

Three thrusts against her cervix, that's all it took to catapult the petite fire type over the edge. She dug her fingers deep into his soft, flabby sides as her mind unraveled with ecstasy and sucked in another deep breath of his sweaty musk before she screamed in pure joy, her voice hitching every time he bottomed out inside her. Her whole body shook with bliss and her pussy erupted into violent contractions, desperately squeezing and massaging his schlong to draw out his magical, life-giving load.

However, Orion wasn't yet ready to join Jenny. He had only gotten started. "Fuck, you're milking me like crazy. I can't think of many girls who're that tight and clench that hard," he growled, crudely ruffling her hair as he continued to plow her throughout her explosive climax. In and out, he went ever faster and harder as he worked himself into a rutting frenzy, and his snorts and huffs grew deeper and heavier with every thrust. His fat, flabby body quickly warmed up from the physical exertion, baking the petite vulpix buried underneath him like an oven, but that hardly troubled the fire type as she steeped in his profuse sweat, her fur readily soaking up his thick, rank musk.

To be honest, Jenny fully expected the hulking, sweating colossus to slow down again as soon as he grew exhausted from lugging his massive, obese frame back and forth, but he never did slow down. He only kept going faster, soon pounding her as fast as her rockruff ex, but with ten more minutes to go and at least three times the mass. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she realized how much she had underestimated him, and her whole frame shook from her overwhelming climax as much as from each of his deep, thudding thrusts.

Trapped in a swelteringly hot, unceasing storm of stimulation, Jenny's orgasmic mind kept dissolving more and more until Orion's mighty presence dominated all her senses: the crushing weight of his fat, flabby body, the size and girth of his schlong, the rank, addictive smell and taste of his sweaty, sagging moobs, the wet squelches and slurps, his puffing and growling that was only interrupted whenever he deep-throated another banana or inhaled a few more donuts to feed his titanic breeding rage, while the claps of his bloated, swollen balls resounded through the living room as they swung and slapped against her furry butt cheeks, permanently reminding her of his boundless potency. 

Yet, the promise of a litter of pups growing where it had been impossible before became secondary as the vulpix grew fully enamored with her partner's raw, divine lovemaking. As he plowed her with bottomless stamina, he carried her from climax to climax with barely any downtime in between, and as she inhaled his glorious musk with deep huffs and moans, it was as if the rush was rewiring her mind as she was wholly taken up in her current role as his fuck doll and sweat rag. Her initial disgust had turned into burning desire as she craved more from him than just his children, and she tightened her hug around his burly frame, greedily lapping at his sweat-soaked white fur while he continued to ram her with indomitable might.

With her face squished against Orion's pecs, it was also only a matter of time before one of his fat, swollen nipples rubbed against her muzzle. Without even thinking about it, she wrapped her lips around it and started sucking, kneading his flanks like a pup hungry for milk. His flabby tits sadly yielded nothing to satisfy her thirst, but his increasingly crude, heavy growls heralded a thick, virile flood churning in his sack that would satisfy more than just her thirst.

The fat sylveon rutted the vulpix for another wild minute, goopy strings of pre and sweat dangling between his balls and her butt as it reddened her cheeks with harsh, squelching slaps. Then, his ceaseless, machine-like pounding suddenly faltered as he passed the point of no return. "Get ready, Jenny. I'm about to cum!" he bellowed with thundering bliss, casually informing the entire neighborhood that he was about to impregnate his seventy-third bitch.

However, Jenny didn't care how many neighbors heard them as she was overwhelmed by pure, unfiltered joy. Pulling away from his nipple, she joined him with a rapturous scream, and her channel clenched even more violently as his flexing fuck meat flooded her with the first gush of his hot, gooey cum, packed with so much sperm that it was more a stringy, viscous tar than liquid. Then he squirted a second wad inside her, and another, and soon, she not only felt the sticky heat spreading throughout her depths but also a rising pressure as he pumped more and ever more of his thick, divine baby batter into her.

The fire type's cry only hitched as the first glob of hyper-virile sperm perceptibly forced itself through her cervix to introduce the concept of fertility to her barren womb. The thought and sensation made her cum even harder, her hands and feet clenched so hard it hurt as he flooded and soon swelled her uterus with trillions upon trillions of eager swimmers, and although his orgasmic eruption hardly lasted longer than a minute, it felt like an eternity to her. Knocked up and smothered beneath the sweaty, musky, overweight sylveon, this was the best moment of her life, and she cherished every second of it until her partner's clenching, churning ballsack finally had nothing left to give.

Once Orion had squirted the last thick, gooey rope into Jenny's womb, he deflated with a heavy, thoroughly satisfied sigh. He bathed her in his musky, sweaty heat for another lazy minute before he sluggishly extracted his fat schlong from her pussy, inch by inch.

The sweat-soaked vulpix let out a shaky groan as her partner's fat fuck meat stirred her sensitive insides one more time on its way out before it parted with a sloppy pop. About an ounce of his gooey seed followed, oozing out of her gaping, weakly contracting cunt as her climax began to ebb, and when the sylveon pulled away and rose up onto his knees, her mind and body slowly started to recover from the wild breeding.

Relieved of Orion's overwhelming weight, Jenny also filled her lungs with the first breath of fresh air after having steeped in his musk and juices throughout the entire pounding. "Wow. Fuck. That was intense. The most intense… sex… of my life," she moaned between heavy breaths, sluggishly shaking her arms to get some feeling back into them. Then she slipped her hands onto her swollen middle, which looked as if she had eaten two whole bowls of ice cream or as if she was already halfway gravid with his pups. Looking up at the obese sylveon, she whispered with a dopey smile, "Thank you. Thank you so, so much, Orion."

"You're more than welcome, Jenny. It was a true pleasure," the sylveon chuckled, only to pause and look at her with a slightly wistful twinkle in his eyes. He shook his head. Pointing at the discarded clothing scattered about the floor, he asked, "Anyway, shall I get you your clothes? And you probably want to take a quick shower, too, right?"

The vulpix nodded, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at the big, plump sylveon with his overhanging paunch, sweaty moobs, and chubby cheeks, glanced at his still half-erect, dripping log of uncut, fat fuck meat and his huge, dangling breeding orbs. Then she looked down at her slightly distended belly and asked with a shiver in her voice and body, "I- I don't know how long you need to recover, but… is it possible that we go again? Just to make sure that you actually kn-knock me up, of course?"

A big, eager smile grew on Orion's muzzle and he nodded. "Of course, we can go again! I don't have much of a refractory period, so I'm ready when you are," he chuckled, demonstratively pumping his giant, sweaty schlong a few times to get it all stiff and swollen again. "And as I mentioned before, I'm available all evening."

"G-good. Very good, because I have nothing else planned for the evening either," Jenny replied, her tails fluttering with excitement. "Y-you also mentioned things to make me feel more comfortable? A bath, dinner…"

The obese sylveon rubbed his paws together and nodded even more eagerly. "Whatever you wish to do or try, I'm game, unless you're asking me to buy expensive diamond earrings for you or something like that."

"Yeah, don't worry. I wasn't planning to go shopping with you," Jenny giggled and shook her head.

Then she paused, asking herself what else she wanted to do with him tonight. Part of her even wondered if, maybe, it wouldn't just stay at a single night, as she was taking more and more of a liking to the friendly sylveon, who was now also the father of her pups. Was he open for more? Something more permanent? Or was he just indulging her as a part of their transaction? His smile seemed so warm and genuine, but she was also his number seventy-three.

Ultimately, it didn't matter what the vulpix thought because she would only find out if she asked him directly. Eventually. Once she found the courage for it, but until then, she had a new kink to explore as she gazed at the sweaty, heavily overweight sylveon. "Okay, sooo… can we maybe c-cuddle a bit?" she asked bashfully.

"Of course, beautiful. I'm all yours," Orion purred and sat back on the couch, his thick, soft legs and arms spread out as he welcomed her naughty curiosity with a big smile.