Max bit his lip as the footsteps drew closer, a mix of muffled clopping and thudding reaching his ears, and when the door to the storage room opened, he was greeted by two of Corey's employees, a tall, muscular delphox and a petite ponyta with a fiery mane and tail.

"Hey, boss. We're back," the delphox announced, only to raise a brow when he spotted the bayleef's huge, gaped cock and then the plump, cream-stuffed vaporeon with a boner on the tiled floor. "Who's that?"

"Welcome back, you two. I've got good news. This is Max, and he's gonna help us with the preparations for the royal wedding," Corey replied, sluggishly waving a vine at Max. "I already stuffed him with Alex and the first batch of cream." With a heavy groan, the bayleef heaved himself onto all fours and plodded toward the two workers. Tapping his vine against the delphox's elbow, he said, "Max, this is Sam. He takes care of our ovens." Turning to the ponyta, he continued, "And this is Finn. He's one of my haulers and he helps Sam around the ovens, making sure that they're hot and ready when we need them."

"Hi, Sam. Hi, Finn. Nice to meet you," Max greeted the two newcomers. He couldn't help but blush as he noticed that the delphox's long burgundy fur skirt was parted by a pair of plump, drooping balls and massive black sheath, a peeking, pulsing sliver of red betraying his budding arousal, and his blush deepened as he realized that the ponyta dragged around a pair of nuts that were even bigger than their boss's sloshing cum barrels.

"Nice to meet you too, Max. I'm looking forward to working with you," Sam responded with a toothy grin.

Finn nodded with a billowing mane and a radiant smile, "Yes, me too. It's always exciting to see new faces around the confectionery."

"Splendid! Now, how about you two show him to his room upstairs and introduce him to our machinery? I'll take care of the store in the meantime," Corey suggested, pointing at a door in the back of the storeroom. "Also, make sure to grab a barrel of milk and a bag of sugar while you're at it."

"Sure thing, boss," Sam responded, and as the bayleef left the room with ambling steps and swinging nuts, the delphox walked past Max to fetch the milk and sugar. With a grunt, he hoisted one of the heavy sacks and one of the barrels onto his shoulders. Then he headed toward the door in the rear. "I'm gonna take the ingredients, you take care of Max, alright, Finn?"

Finn nodded and moved toward the bloated vaporeon, nudging him with his snout. "Wow, Corey really filled you up good, didn't he?" he nickered, only to pause and blink in surprise. Curiously, he licked his muzzle, then he gave Max's milky skin a quick lick. "Oooh, you taste delicious, you know that?"

"Yes, I know," Max sighed, shivering at the ponyta's wet lick and hot breath as it washed over his body and across his still stiff and sensitive nipples. "I didn't think this was possible, but it feels great. Not to mention that there's an alcremie inside me, too."

"Oh right!" Finn said, cautiously tapping the vaporeon's swollen, sloshing belly with a hoof. "Hey, Alex. It's Finn. Can you hear me? Give me a sign if you can."

Max didn't expect much to come from the ponyta's prodding, as he hadn't felt the alcremie's presence ever since Corey had stuffed her inside him, but he was proven wrong not a second later as a ripple went through his abdomen. He watched with widening eyes as the outline of Alex's hand appeared between his teats and pushed against Finn's hoof before it disappeared again.

Pulling his hoof away, the ponyta grinned, "Didn't expect that to work, did you?"

"N-no," Max admitted, shaking his head.

"It's awesome, isn't it? Anyway, do you think you can get up on your own?"

"I think so," the vaporeon replied and attempted to roll over with a sluggish groan. It took him a few tries, but he eventually managed to get back on his feet, even though he clearly felt the extra weight on his bones. Luckily, his belly hadn't gotten so big that it dragged across the ground like Finn's balls, but he couldn't say the same about his tail. It had become so plump and heavy that he only managed to keep it up for a few steps before it slumped down with a plap.

The ponyta, meanwhile, had no trouble keeping his tail hiked as he walked ahead, showing off his humongous backsack and his puffy asshole. Both his cream fur and rosy skin were soaked and dripping with sweat, and his backside exuded a thick, ripe musk that invaded Max's nostrils and wrapped itself around his brain like an ariados's cocoon. Instead of smelling of herbs and flowers like Corey, the fire type's thick, potent scent was enriched by the smell of burnt wood and leaves that made him drool like a waterfall and kept his cock rock-hard, squirming and oozing pre at every step just how his eight nipples were constantly dripping with milk. Yet, the thought of mounting anything or anyone no longer crossed his mind as was too busy fantasizing about Finn's massive schlong instead, and his asshole clenched with wet squelches as he thought about getting railed, ravaged, and ruined by the other male.

Busy daydreaming, Max only realized that they had reached their destination when Finn stepped aside to give him a clear view of his unexpectedly luxurious accommodation. Flooded with natural light from three tall windows, his new bedroom was about half the size of the storage room, but instead of being crammed to the ceiling with crates and boxes, it only contained a few chests, a spacious bed with red sheets and plenty of pillows, a table with fruit and berries in one corner, and a large mechanical contraption in the other, and instead of clean, sterile tiles, the floor and walls were paneled with warm wood. Having walked ahead, Sam awaited them next to the table while measuring and mixing together milk, sugar, and mashed berries in a bowl.

"Oh wow, this is awesome!" the vaporeon gasped as he sauntered across the room, taking in the sights and scents as the air smelled of fresh herbs and flowers. However, he paused when he noticed that the sheets were rumpled and the blanket pulled halfway back. "Wait, this is the room I'm going to stay in, right?"

"Yes, why?" Finn asked.

"The bed looks used."

"Oh, uhhh… right. Actually, this is Corey's room, but you'll stay here since this is where the milking machine is," the ponyta explained, walking toward the contraption of rubber tubes, metal beams, and glass bulbs. "Of course, I can arrange fresh sheets if you want."

"Am I going to share the room with Corey?" Max wondered.

Finn cracked a smile and waggled his head. "That's up to you and Corey, but I'm sure he'd be more than eager to share a bed because then he doesn't have to sleep in the guest room."

"Uh-huh," the vaporeon muttered, blushing at the idea of sleeping in the same bed as the bayleef. He definitely hadn't expected this question to pop up when he entered the pastry shop earlier, but he was the last one to complain. "Maybe I'll ask him about it later. And no need to change the sheets. It's fine like that." Because he doubted that the sheets would stay clean for long, new or not.

"Got it! Now come here. I'm gonna show you everything you need to know about the pride of our confectionery: our milking machine," the ponyta said, pointing a hoof at the machine. Once he had Max's attention, he flicked a lever and the device jumped to life with a soft hum and click, a few dials and lamps lighting up on a dashboard. Then he pulled down a rack with suction cups in all shapes and sizes, each attached to the machine with a flexible rubber hose. "These are the cups for milking. We've got different sets for different purposes, starting with regular ones for retrieving milk from teats and udders to special, elongated ones for semen extraction." 

Moving through the cups one by one, Finn finally reached a red button and lever. "And these are the only controls you have to remember. The lever controls the main pumping action. At the moment, it's in neutral, but it activates the pump if you pull it down. If you ever run into any issues during milking, you can flip it up or push the red button next to it to abort and release the milking cups," he explained.

"That's good to know. But what happens if I can't reach the button or lever?" Max asked, tilting his head.

With a grin, Finn chomped into a wooden handle below the button and unceremoniously pulled it out of the machine. Dropping it next to the vaporeon, he explained, "The button can be moved, so you can keep it within reach of your paws." Then he opened a drawer underneath the dashboard and pulled out a small bottle. "Anyway, do you want to give it a try?"

"Wait, you mean right now?" Max asked with surprise.

"Sure, why not? You're lactating already, aren't you? And we can always milk your cock," the ponyta giggled, twisting open the bottle with his teeth.

The vaporeon blushed and cast a coy glance at his own underside, finding his teats still dripping with sweet, creamy milk and his cock still stiff as rock. "A-alright, so how do we do this? And what's up with that bottle?"

"That's moisturizer. It makes sure that the cups don't chafe your skin," Finn replied.

"Moisturizer?" Max said dumbfounded, only to burst into chuckles. "You know that I'm a water type, right?"

The ponyta looked up, blinking at the vaporeon in confusion before he rolled his eyes and joined the chuckles. "Dang, you're right. I didn't think of that. Anyway, we need Sam for the next step — or rather his paws," he giggled.

On cue, the delphox paused what he was doing and perked one ear. "One sec, I'm coming." Grabbing the huge bucket in front of him with a saucy grin, he sauntered toward the vaporeon while Finn stepped aside to fumble around with the buttons of the milking machine.

"What's that bucket for?" Max wondered.

"That's a mix of milk, sugar, and berries meant to replace what the machine milks from you," Sam responded and leaned over the machine to unscrew a lid on one of its tanks. Without hesitation, he poured several gallons of pinkish liquid inside before he grabbed a rubber tube from a shelf on the wall, attached it to a spout on the machine, and screwed a mouthpiece onto the end. Then he pulled up a small, padded sawhorse, placed it in front of the vaporeon, and screwed the mouthpiece onto it. "Here, so you can drink it more easily during milking."

"Am I supposed to drink all of that?" the vaporeon asked.

"Yes, but don't worry. I've tried it. It's delicious," the delphox purred before he pushed the rubber tube through the mouthpiece with a toothy grin. "And if you get sick of the taste, you can just slide it down your throat so you don't have to taste it while getting fed."

"O-oh. That's one way to do it, I guess," Max said and curiously wrapped his muzzle around the tube to suck on it. A pump inside the milking machine began to hum and a moment later, a big gush of sweet, fruity milk rushed into his mouth, flooding it so fast that he barely managed to gulp it down in time with some of the liquid spilling from his lips.

"And that's what the mouthpiece is for," Sam chuckled, returning the tube to its original position inside the mouthpiece. "Feel free to take another swig or two while I manage the cups, and let me know if anything feels weird, okay?"

"Sure," Max replied, watching as the buff delphox bent over him and pulled a pair of suction cups from the cup holder. Not a moment later, another pump in the contraption sprang to life with a muffled hum, and when Sam slipped the suction cups onto his puffy teats, they automatically attached themselves with a slurp and immediately started drawing milk from his nipples. "F-fuck, that's a weird feeling."

"You want me to stop?" the delphox asked.

"N-no, it's fine. They're a bit cold, but it's a nice kind of weird," Max sighed, his legs shaking like jelly as the suction on his upper row of buds sent a powerful tingle through his body. "I'm not sure if I can keep standing upright if you add more, though."

"Oh, I can help you with that," Sam cooed and presented him with a full-body harness. He attached it to a few hooks on the ceiling. Then he slipped its various straps and loops around the vaporeon's limbs before he tightened everything to ensure that the water type would still stand even if his legs gave way. "There, that should help. As for the cold cups…" With a smirk, the delphox placed the next pair of cups onto his own chest, allowing his toasty body heat to warm them before he detached them and slipped them onto the next row of Max's nipples. "Better?"

"Much better," Max nodded, moaning with shaky pleasure as the pump sucked on two more of his teats. Yet, he grew a little concerned as he could hardly move in his new harness, even if the emergency stop button was still between his forepaws. "You're gonna remove the harness once the milking is done, right?"

"Yes, and that button also releases the hooks, so you can get out whenever you want," the delphox explained, warming the next pair of cups on his pecs.

While Sam attached the rest of the suction cups, Finn returned his attention to Max — or rather to his backside, as he shoved his head under the water type's big, milky-white tail.

The vaporeon gasped and shook with surprise, his heart skipping a beat as the other male's hot breath washed over his tailhole. "What are you doing back there, Finn?"

"I'm just getting you nice and slick so I can mount you," the ponyta explained, noisily huffing Max's loose pucker before he darted out his long, slippery tongue and swirled it around his loose ring.

"You're going to mount me? I thought I was about to get milked." Max groaned.

"The suction tube for your cock only sucks and doesn't have any moving parts, so it's probably not enough to make you cum. That's where I'm going to help you with a deep, thorough prostate massage," Finn nickered. "Of course, I'm not going to mount you if you don't want me to. I just thought that since Corey already…"

"No, no! That's fine! Please, mount me," Max replied, only to bite his tongue when he realized how needy he sounded. Before he got too embarrassed, however, he was distracted by a sudden touch against his twitching taper as Sam slipped one of the elongated suction cups over it. It wasn't the tightest fit with plenty of space between his tip and the bottom of the cup, but the milking machine's pump made sure it stayed firmly attached to his slit.

"And that's the last cup," the delphox said, rubbing his paws. "How are you feeling?"

"Even tinglier than before," Max gasped as the milking device extracted a steady stream of milk and pre from his teats and dick. Without the harness, he would've definitely been lying on the floor by now, as his legs were like pudding and his paws clenched and curled uncontrollably. "B-but I'm fine. This is nice." Yet, Finn proved right. There was no way he was going to cum like that because while the steady stream of stimulation was pleasant, it wasn't quite enough.

"Good. That's how it should be," Sam hummed.

"Max, could you do me a favor?" the ponyta chimed in.

The vaporeon nodded at his new colleague. "Yes?"

"Could you lift your tail?" Finn requested. "Because it's a bit difficult to lick you like that."

"Oh, sure," Max responded, even if the ponyta's request was easier said than done. His tail had become so heavy and unwieldy, and thanks to the harness, he could barely brace himself against the floor as he raised it. "You don't have to lick me, though. I'm a water type, remember? And I'm still loose from Corey."

"This is not just about preparing you," the ponyta whinnied before he pushed his snout against the vaporeon's ring to inhale his scent with deep, heavy huffs. "Fuck, you smell good." He gave Max's taint a few licks before he drew his tongue toward his asshole and shoved it inside, exploring it with a wet slurp and eager wiggles. Rubbing his taster against his partner's prostate, he muttered, "I just hope I'm not too big for you."

"Too big for me? Are you even bigger than Corey?" Max gasped.

"Yes, kinda," Finn replied coyly and pulled away from the vaporeon's ass to step in front of him.

The ponyta was fully erect now, a huge log of cock meat dangling underneath his belly, but Max wasn't prepared for the sheer size of Finn's schlong. It was slightly thinner than the bayleef's rod, but it made up for its smaller girth by being much, much longer than Corey's cock, as the flared, dripping tip jutted out between the fire type's forelegs by almost another two feet. "Fuck, you're huge."

"Too huge?" Finn asked bashfully.

Licking the drool off his lips, Max shook his head and responded with a hungry, horny fire in his eyes, "No, that's perfect. I've managed to take Corey, so I'm sure I can take you too."

"Okay! Just tell me if it's too much, alright?" Finn nickered. An eager smile returned to his muzzle and he did a little bounce.

"Will do," Max chirped, quivering in anticipation as the ponyta returned to his bared backside. The other male's sweaty nuts were the last thing he saw from the corner of his eye before he disappeared behind him, and the fact that he was about to get stuffed with more giant cock meat got his heart pounding in his chest. "Now get to it. All that licking has gotten me close, so either keep licking me or mount me already."

The vaporeon didn't have to ask Finn twice, because only a moment later, something stiff and throbbing slapped against his hindleg. The fire type was moving into position, brushing his flat, flared tip across his right buttock before he lined it up with his slick, twitching pucker. He gasped as he felt the ponyta's hot, sticky pre squirting onto his hole, and he let out a shaky groan when the hyper-endowed male thrust forward, ready to get stretched by his gargantuan fuck meat. But while the pressure surged, his partner's rod flexing and bending, it ultimately failed to penetrate his snug pucker and slipped off, smacking him across the tail with a wet plap.

"Ah, damn, you're so tight and slippery. How did Corey even manage to get it in?" Finn snorted in frustration but didn't let that failure stop him from trying again, and again. Every time, he bucked his hips a little harder, making the vaporeon's milky skin and plump cheeks bounce and jiggle, and at one point, he even accidentally threaded his giant rod through the gap between Max's hindlegs, parting the suction cups and sliding it halfway across his belly. By now, the desperate force behind the equine's thrusts made the vaporeon shiver with nervous excitement, as he knew that the moment his partner's tip aligned properly, he'd get impaled by several feet of fuck meat in one thrust, and that prospect alone nearly pushed him over the edge then and there.

Meanwhile, Sam had stepped away from the milker and made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. Lounging on his side, he stroked his swelling, tapered bitch breaker with a horny grin on his muzzle. While he wasn't as excessively hung as Finn or the bayleef, he was still several times bigger than Max, and the vaporeon drooled and clenched up with a moan as he realized that there was a gargantuan knot tucked away in the delphox's sheath.

While Max fantasized about Sam's dick, Finn finally managed to wedge his fat tip into his asshole, and he immediately followed it up with another twenty inches. In the blink of an eye, the ponyta not only wrenched the vaporeon's ring wide open, but crushed his prostate, straightened his guts, and bulged his plump belly all the way to his chest with his giant dong. The raw force behind the thrust forced the air from Max's lungs, leaving him stunned for a moment before his brain caught up to what had just happened. Hit by a mind-breaking surge of stimulation, he gasped for air only to howl with such intense pleasure that droplets of spit spluttered from his open muzzle.

"Fuck, you're even tighter and wetter than I thought," the ponyta groaned. "Are you sure you've taken Corey earlier?"

Max's eyes widened and he tensed as his partner's hot breath washed over the base of his tail. Finn still hadn't mounted his back, which meant that not even half of his cock was inside him yet, but he already felt utterly stuffed and full. Not to mention that the brutal thrust had brought him right to the brink of orgasm, his whole body a tingling mess thanks to the pulsing horse cock inside him as much as the suction cups sucking away on his swollen teats.

So when the ponyta started yanking his hips back and forth, pumping his oversized fuck meat in and out of Max's clenching ass to try and bury the rest of it inside him, the vaporeon unraveled into a violent orgasm. His thoughts were swept away by an explosion of bliss, his vision shattered into blurry sparkles, and he howled out with incomprehensible pleasure. The orgasmic overload had him writhing and squirming in his harness like a beached goldeen, curling and spreading his paws while his asshole convulsed frantically around his partner's fat schlong. It didn't slow Finn's thrusting, though. In fact, it encouraged the stallion to go even harder, squeezing and milling the cum from the vaporeon's prostate with merciless thrusts.

At the same time, Max spurted the first rope of thick, creamy cum into the suction cup around his cock, and another pump started whirring inside the milking machine as it sucked his gooey seed into one of the device's many fluid containers. Thanks to his partner's giant girth and eager thrusts, he squirted more than the machine was set to handle, though, and a wet warmth soon enveloped his twitching taper as his semen backed up.

Oblivious to the vaporeon's little issue, Finn kept working his way deeper into his ass. "Yes! Keep clenching!" he neighed, sweltering heat and heavy musk engulfing Max as the ponyta's mane and tail flared with joy. "Fuck, I love your ass!"

Sam, on the other hand, realized that the pump struggled to process the water type's output, and he got up with an annoyed groan, hurrying toward the milking machine to adjust a few settings. As he reached for the dashboard, he casually dangled his fat, throbbing bitch breaker right in front of Max's drooling muzzle, flushing the vaporeon's nose with yet another kind of thick, sweaty musk that made him cum even harder.

"Hey, Finn, could you stop thrusting for a moment? I need the pump to catch up with Max's load," the delphox grunted, but the ponyta was too distracted by the vaporeon's tight, clenching ass to listen. "Ah, never mind. I'll just deal with it myself." Rolling his eyes, the vulpine shook his head and dropped to his knees, holding Max's cock milker steady to make sure it didn't accidentally detach while a second pump joined the first to process his output.

Meanwhile, Max kept soaring on a wave of unyielding bliss, squealing and nutting with unabated force and volume as the ponyta continued to wring spurt after spurt out of his prostate with seemingly no end in sight.

Finn still hadn't bottomed out at that point, but he had managed to go so deep that the fat, throbbing bulge on his partner's abdomen started to protrude from his chest. It distended his stretchy skin so much that the milky white was tinted pink from his equine's cock shining through. All the while, his body kept heating up, warming Max from the inside as much as from the outside.

Subjected to the fire type's body heat and his own blazing arousal, the vaporeon was sweating as if he were inside a sauna and he was getting thirstier by the moment. At that moment, he understood why the delphox had provided him with the milk. If one liquid went out, another had to go in, so he unceremoniously chomped down on the mouthpiece and started sucking on it.

A second later, a stream of sweet, fruity milk rushed into Max's mouth, and he swallowed it with desperate, greedy gulps, barely even pausing to breathe. He could no longer voice his pleasure with squeals and howls either, only muffled grunts and moans escaping his muzzle while Finn's neighs and whinnies grew ever louder and more boisterous.

By now, the ponyta had loosened the vapreon's ass enough to mount his back, and the extra leverage allowed the fire type to go even harder and push his body even further than Corey had. The suction cups on Max's teats clinked and clattered at every thrust, the sheer girth of the hyper-endowed male's rod pushed both his hindlegs and forelegs apart, and he could watch as the stretched, pinkish-white outline of his distended abdomen shifted ever further into the edge of his vision, making him wonder just how much more cock meat Finn had to offer.

Finally, the ponyta's beanbag-sized balls smacked against the vaporeon's hindlegs and his sheath slammed into his stretched ring. Max reared up with a muffled whine as his partner bottomed out, only to get pushed down by the equine's weight as he slumped down on his back. 

"Fuck. Wow. You've taken it all!" Finn gasped. His voice was now so very close to the vaporeon's ears and his hot breath caressed Max's neck frills as he licked all across his neck. "And still clenching like a champ. You know that I'm not gonna last long if you keep cumming so hard?"

The promise of a belly-bloating load of cum elicited another needy whimper from the suspended vaporeon, and milk spluttered from his lips as he choked on the liquid in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he could keep drinking it fast enough if Finn kept pounding and teasing him like that, but the issue resolved itself on the ponyta's next thrust. He thrust so hard that the tube in Max's mouthpiece came undone. The vaporeon's eyes widened and he gagged in surprise as the rubber duct abruptly slid into his muzzle and glided down his throat without him being able to stop it.

That's when Max remembered the big red button right beneath his forepaws. He only needed to stretch a little to stop this before it overwhelmed him. However, when the rubber tube finally settled inside his stomach, gushing out a powerful stream of sweet milk, he disregarded the button again because this wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought. A little sudden and uncomfortable, sure, but nothing he wanted to abort the milking over. Frankly, this wasn't even so different from what the ponyta would do to him in a bit, only that he'd fill his belly with hot, sticky cum instead of warm, nutritious milk. While he had only drunk half a gallon so far, the thought of being flooded — no, force-fed with several more was as oddly exciting as getting bloated by the ponyta on top of him, and it stoked his orgasm further, making his taper whip and squirm inside its glass tube.

"Ah shit, are you okay there? Tap the button if you need help."

The vaporeon had almost forgotten about the delphox standing right next to him. He reflexively tried to look at the male, only to gag as the tube in his gullet kept him from turning his head. He didn't tap the button, though, but sluggishly waved a forepaw. He was doing great, riding the most intense high he had ever had while getting stuffed and pounded from both sides.

"Heh, I'll take that as a no," Sam chuckled, leaning over Max to pat his head. "Come to appreciate the feeding assistance already, haven't you?" Then he stepped away and returned to his spot on the edge of the bed.

Shortly after the delphox left, Max slipped back into his state of horny, mindless bliss, but he still noticed that something was changing with the ponyta on top of him. Finn's neighs and snorts were getting heavier, louder, more desperate, and so were his thrusts as he hammered him with no mercy or consideration. Not to mention that the giant cock inside the vaporeon's guts was starting to flare as his partner barreled toward his orgasm, but the fact that his schlong was getting thicker didn't slow Finn's rutting frenzy in the slightest. No, he went all in on his final spurt to the edge, pounding Max's mind into a pulp and breaking him in as much as he could before he succumbed to his orgasm.

Finally, Finn erupted with a deafening neigh, bathing Max in a wave of scorching heat as his mane flared up in a raging inferno. As his body heated up so much that the air flickered around him, his beanbag-sized nuts started clenching and gurgling with a tidal flood that surpassed the most productive water types. His bits were so big, though, that it took a few seconds of frenzied flexing and pulsing until the first gush of seed managed to travel all the way from his gargantuan testicles and across his thick, veiny schlong to the tip. There, it blasted out of his twitching cum slit with enough force to distend the vapreon's stretched skin by another foot as if he was nothing more than the hyper-endowed male's condom.

Frankly, at this point, Max was exactly that: Finn's sentient fuck toy and condom, snugly wrapped around his giant fuck meat as it tensed and twitched inside him, disgorging semen like a broken spillway during a rainstorm while the hose in his muzzle provided only a pitiful trickle in comparison. Within seconds, the ponyta nutted as much cum into Max as the milking machine had extracted from his taper and eight teats combined, and before long, the swelling blob of cum that had formed around the equine's tip was so big and heavy that it drooped under its own weight, pushing the vaporeon's stretchiness to its absolute limits.

Eventually, the sloshing ball of cum stopped expanding, as Max's body started to absorb and process the liquid that was getting forced inside him with the help of the alcremie inside him. Instead, his whole frame started to swell and bloat, his legs and tail thickening and his waist expanding in all directions until he hung in the harness like a water balloon in a tight net with his plump, glistening skin bulging through the loops of the mesh. He couldn't even wiggle his paws anymore, grunting and groaning with hazy bliss as he was forcefully plumpened by the ponyta's inexhaustible output, and before long, the first of the milker's suction cups failed to stay attached to his expanding underside, dropping to the floor with a loud clatter.

The rest of the suction cups followed suit once the machine noticed the unplanned pressure fluctuation and turned off the pumps, leaving Max's puffy teats exposed and squirting with milk. That's also when he realized that the machine didn't need to actively pump the milk into his stomach because the flow continued unabated, slowly but steadily adding more gallons of the sweet, creamy liquid to his ballooning body. At the same time, his prostate ran out of juice, his taper whipping and writhing around wildly now that there was no more tube around it, but shooting nothing but blanks.

Finn kept spurting like a loose firehose for perhaps another minute before his torrential orgasm finally abated. At that point, the straps that suspended the bloated vaporeon had become dangerously tense, while his skin had turned off-white from all the cum and cream inside him, most already merged into his tissue while a few more gallons sloshed around freely inside him, waiting to be processed by the alcremie inside him. By all measures, he was more than fifty percent ponyta cum and another good chunk milk and sugar, but that was exactly what he had been hired for: to turn all these ingredients into delicious frosting with Alex's help.

"Arceus, you've taken my whole load?" the ponyta gasped. "You're the first one to manage that!"

Max couldn't reply with the tube in his mouth, but he felt the consequences of the stuffing as the padded straps of the harness cut painfully into his skin. He was trapped like a fish in a net, but he couldn't even writhe or wiggle. He also couldn't reach the emergency button anymore, but his weak, muffled groans were unambiguous enough to prompt Finn to pull back and get off of his back, extracting several feet of swollen, veiny cock meat from the vaporeon's ass.

"Ah, anyway, thanks for that, Max. You have the tightest, best ass I've ever had, and you're the first one to take me to the hilt too," Finn sighed, pulling his still-flared tip from the vaporeon's ruined, gaping asshole. Then he turned around and asked the delphox, "Sam, could you help me get him out of the harness?"

The other fire type let out a frustrated groan but quickly got up and joined them at the milking machine. As Sam bent over Max to remove the rubber tube, the vaporeon realized why he was so frustrated. Not only was the delphox's cock stiff as diamonds, but his knot had slipped out, a humongous bulb the size of Max's head throbbing at the base of his taper, and a steady stream of clear, sticky pre was dripping from his tip. He was the only one who hadn't gotten to cum yet! 

Once Sam relieved Max of the mouthpiece and loosened the straps around his head, the vaporeon became ensnared by his ripe, potent musk at the first whiff and he bent toward his giant, throbbing rod, pressing his snout against the leaking glans to take another deep sniff. A gush of drool spilled from his muzzle as more of the delphox's heavy musk flooded his nose, and he reflexively darted out his tongue, lashing it across the other male's taper in a big, sweeping lick. He tasted as good as he smelled, and while Sam was trying to release him from the harness, Max had nothing better to do than lap at that fat, veiny fuck rod like on a delicious popsicle, almost as if to distract himself from the yawning, disappointing emptiness in his ass.

"Ah, careful, Max. You're not making it any easier for me to get you out of that harness," Sam groaned. "And if you keep going like that, I might try to knot your cute muzzle."

Pulling away, Max ogled the delphox's gargantuan knot for a moment, then he cooed with a horny grin, "Well, go ahead then. Do it."

Sam's paws tightened around the straps and he stared at the grinning vaporeon. "You know it won't fit, right? My knot's the size of your head."

Max's grin widened. "Then why don't you knot my ass instead? Finn has left me quite nice and loose."

It was the understatement of the century, as the vaporeon's asshole was still a gaping pink crater, but that was all the delphox needed to hear. Hastily, he released the remaining ropes of the harness, dropping the vaporeon onto the floor with a heavy, springy thud as his bloated, cumflated body bounced like an exercise ball.

Liberated from his confines, Max realized that he had become so big and swollen that his paws barely reached the ground anymore. However, before he could process the ramifications of that, Sam dropped to his knees behind him, pulled his tail aside, and plunged his cock deep into his gaping hole. Thanks to Finn's thorough groundwork, he managed to slide in all the way to the knot. The enormous bulb itself proved too big to fit right away, though, so the delphox started hammering with all the strength of his bulging, flexing muscles to make it fit.

The vaporeon squealed with stunned bliss as his new partner bashed his bloated knot into his battered asshole. He hadn't expected to take a cock that was even thicker than the bayleef's today, even if it was just the bottom part of Sam's bitch breaker, and the anticipation of the imminent knotting carried him toward the edge of another climax in a hurry.

However, Max was beaten to the punch by the delphox because even without a proper tie, the fire type was so close and pent-up that he couldn't hold back. With a fierce, guttural growl, the musclebound male released the contents of his heavy, swinging nuts, flooding the vaporeon's guts with a fresh load of hot, gooey cum while he continued to ramp up the pace and force of his pounding once more. His desperation to knot Max was palpable as he stretched his ring more and more at every thrust, dragging it open to its utmost limits before finally, his oversized bulb slipped inside with a wet, nasty pop.

Max screamed, cumming on the spot as Sam's knot squeezed his pleasure bulb with crushing might. But while his brain melted down and his vision swam with bliss once more, not a single drop of cum escaped his twitching taper. It wasn't for the lack of liquid, though, but the fat, throbbing bulb inside his ass proved so big that it squeezed his urethra shut, making his own seed accumulate in his internal testes and prostate while the delphox nutted big, fat ropes of cum into his guts, swelling and fattening him even more with his gooey delight.

Sam wasn't nearly as productive as his boss or fire-maned colleague, but the vaporeon couldn't care less. The more, the merrier, no matter if it was a gallon or ten, and besides, he was too busy cumming from that giant, throbbing knot inside his ass. The heat, the pressure, the constant rubbing and pulsing broke his brain just as wonderfully as getting impaled by several feet of horse cock.

Meanwhile, the delphox collapsed on top of Max with a heavy, satisfied groan, settling on his bloated, milky-white body like on a water bed. "Fuck, Finn, you're right. This is the best ass I ever had. I can barely tell that you fucked him before me."

"You'd say he's got a better ass than me?" Finn snorted.

"Well, you've got the plumpest, softest, and most delicious donut I know, but he's the first one to take my knot," Sam chuckled. "Like, weren't you just as impressed when he managed to take your whole giant cock?"

"Fair point," the ponyta nickered. "He's a keeper. What a shame that his job only lasts until the Royal Wedding."

"Ah, that's fine. It's still a week until the wedding. Plenty of time to have fun… I mean, to work with our new colleague," the delphox cooed, giving the vaporeon's belly a playful slap. "And I'm sure we can arrange a contract extension with Corey if you wanna stay longer, Max."

Max groaned with excitement because although he was a blissed-out, orgasmic mess right now, he realized more than ever that he was getting paid to get milked, fed, and fucked several times a day by the most hung males he had ever met. This was shaping up to become the best week of his life, and he couldn't wait to find out what else it had in store for him.