Lotte's Ballsy Hoodlums


Written by Septia.


On the pier, at the Raven's nest hotel, beside the luxurious spa in their exclusive 'XXL' saunas, dampened by the carved wooden wall… there was a faint, yet distinct, murmur of promiscuity. 
	“Asmsdnfs, mms, pucker up back there, smoochums, give me the best you've got,” a woman of curvaceous composition moaned out. Kneeling on the first bench level in the sauna. Her engorged gut slagged down on it in rigid bulk to fill up the space to the back corner of the bench, with her rump jutting outwards to the sauna's centre. Squarely in their path crouched a handsome man with sleek coconut locks, massaging the mounds of blubber as they were thrust upon him. 
	The sauna of this size was equivalent in construction to the style of an amphitheatre, though with the dry-rock heating bed standing in for actors on the stage. Three rows of elevated benches circled the crescent-shaped room. This left ample space for the woman to bear down on her boyfriend from the elevated seating, the man pummelled under gravity aiding the bulwark of an ass.
	“Mmgn fsm, y-yes Rena, you mmf, have yet to see how much I can bring for your gorgeous butt.” he panted out between -Twmsmptsh- whaps of the hind. 
	Rena's ass was two fat cymbals dunking over the circumference of the man's face, clapping with enough reverb to threaten enveloping her partner. -Chrlrwpwt- -Bbwttwlhpl-. 
	“Mmf, kissy kissy back there, mm, hear that Palia? What dedication fmsm, and drive, my dedicated whore sculpted by my ass?” She turned her attention back to her worshiper. You will contribute soo much, Wasim, think, today will be the day I just slump my ass a little too far back, and cram you up my butt womb, huh smoochums?” 
	“Mmfmfn fmms.” Wasim mumbled out in the confines of the cheeks, Rena was gyrating back over him. 
	Palia sighed from the bench above, leaning back with her mulberry locks draped over the third level of the benches. Her arms tucked underneath the hill of a gut grafted onto her abdomen – reaching a good half meter in front of her in an expanse of taut ecru skin, the woman's palms reaching just about to the back of her own lover's head as she guided him down to suck on her steaming meat slab of a cock. The breadth of her gut left her fingers to flex backwards as he pulled back, thus constraining them to chug down on the base of her juicy meat. 
	“Oh Rena, you, you dirty rat~,” She mused and held a coo, suckling on her lips as her partner chugged down her mast, “always so competitive, eager to have people mm, become your kiss-ass, but mm, look here, what smm strides me and my boytoy have made, he can fit my whole, cock now, can't you, Obed, babe?” She clutched her thighs around his cranium, for a moment submerging him in all but his crown of char hair in her mighty thighs. 
	“Mfmg, mfpsh sy-ywha-.” 
	But before he could vocalise more she shoved him down into her lap -Slflpth-. 
	“Good boy, mms, but, unlike my twin” she said with a playful glare to the redhead, her purple eyes crossing paths with Rena's red leer, “I am not so impatient, so we can have plenty of cock gobbling left, despite knowing, you cannot wait to crawl up my ass and bulk this succulent belly even wider, can you?” She jostled her gut in her grasp -Sghghlsh- The sloshing eliciting a number of bumps to breach the surface of her abdomen, along with a whisper of coos and crones. Past her plump wart of a bellybutton she could see Obed's hair rustle as he quivered in satisfaction, and his lips constrained around her cock tighter. 
	“Mmgnss phaa, oh dirty boy-toy, that’s the spirit,” she mumbled through nibbled lips. 
	Rena scoffed and crammed Wasim against her crack. “Tssk, you know Obed would rather spend the night in my ass, you always just keep his gob stuffed with your kebab so he won't be allured by my tush,” she licked her lips,” or, maybe it is to keep your attention off of its pull, huh~?” she mused. 
	Palia suckled on her upper lip, ”Sis, you are sssuch a tease. I would not mind if w-.” 
	-Ckllrkt- a tug of heavy wood interrupted her as the twin's gaze honed in on the door. 
	-Kkrrrrrchnn- The hinges creaked as the door to the sauna withdrew. -Bflpffhhghtstch- A jostle and bounce with the gravity of a truck tire rustled and creaked through the wall. The pathway clogged in a pasture of almond skin, crowned with the bloated bolt of a navel the size of a fist. -Chhrnch- -Chhrhcn- The bulk wedged itself through the pathway, constructed for XXL level patrons, barely able to constrain the onslaught of blubber creaking at the squealing wood. -Chnfhf- -Crhffs- -Bfhwoosmlp- Once past a threshold, the gut spilled forth in a muffin top of blubber, carved like a loaf of cinnamon bread welling over the confines of its baking dish. 
	“Oof, oh look at you all,” came a voice carried in a viscous enveloping sweetness – like a facemask of honey. “This is why momma's gotta shave off some of this mfms, delicious excess you've given her, pups, momma don't want her pups to be a botmfnfs, bother now,” The woman continued. 
	-Chhfllrs- -Ccnfhhtshc- The stomach warped and blossomed and spilled out in its blossoming bulk of blubber. In the sauna past a meter and a half of globular, taut stomach clipped past the door, one could see the lithe silhouette of the torso that carried it, the tip of her head gliding just beneath the roof of the doorway, clad it a towel draped like a slice of cheese across her smooth chest constituting her ensemble. -Glpgbthgsh- The woman's gut welled forth with a buoyant thrashing, soothed by the massaging swirl of her palms over its surface. -Csththspw- A similar crammed groan of blubber rippled forth as the turgid woman's hind lodged in the doorway. She tilted her head up, unveiling her eyes as a pair of emerald gems in the mist. She gave out a mellow huff whilst wedging the hind through the gate, its thick, bulbous sculpt trampolining through the motherly congestion -Thgblpdhghthhgs- and bounced on her in an applaud of succulent chub peppering against the girth of her thighs. 
	“Phmfs, phaa, at least we got through it this time, all that workout's paying off, isn't it, mommas sweet lil’ brood of buns,” she mused to herself whilst massaging their gut. The lady of copious, corpulent proportions entered the amphitheatre of a sauna – with a turning on the side to ensure she had passed through the doorway. Viewing her profile, with gut suspended forth and the ass behind – each cheek was a mattress tucked in and stapled to her frame – completing her 'tilted hourglass' silhouette. 
	The no-man’s-land between the preposterously proportioned posterior and gratuitously engorged gut laid a labyrinth of stretchmarks. Peach, surface deep trenches that sprawled and webbed together in a jungle of overlapping marks, the tendrils reaching up in their sprouts like the claws of beasts sprouted up to clutch her mountainous midriff. A sprawling battlefield lay in the conquest of the statuesque woman's body between the ass and belly; an even struggle between her ass and belly, with her gut sporting a clear advantage. She brushed back her sweat soaked coral locks. 
	“Looks like I've got some company to look forward t-.” Then she paused. Taking in the scene: twins, each with an engorged, signaturely taut gut, each with an adorable boy tending to their need, and sporting more than just musk at their crotches. 
	“What do I have here,” the woman mused. “Foolish that I was t expect a relaxing steam bath, when it appears I purchased tickets for a good ol, raunchy burlesque show,” she said to the still, wide gaped twin's faces. She snickered, “Oh what's with those faces, sweetpies? That's what happens when you forget to lock the door after you. My name's Lotte,” she said, and pushed the door shut with her thumb behind her, “allow me to lend you cuties a hand with that.” -Ktrlltrrch- The latch clicked firmly into place. 


~ 1 ~


-Fflfchbvlrlsths- Lotte's behind bulldozed down the first and over the second level bench, the voluminous ass padding enveloping the door with the slough unloading sacks of tar, sculpted square to the outlines of the corner, -Sfflpthtss- with a dune of mahogany blubber loafing over the ledge and resting into the third level bench. 
	“Mnwaaa, yaaas. It is so good to rest that keister of mine,” she mused and cradled her gut to the best of her ability. Lotte was situated between the Twins, who had relinquished their boyfriends. Well, Palia had Rena used as a cushion, eyes glued to Lotte's trunk. 
	“So, Palia and Rena, was it.” 
	Palia chimed up. “Y-yes, right so, do excuse our dirty little entourage.” 
	“Sweetums, I find you all, quite charming. Especially this, peculiar tush of yours,” she said and brushed the back of her hand over Rena's abdomen. 
	The woman shuddered in the wake of Lotte's kneading knuckles until she reached their outie, and worked her knuckles around in divots to the sensitive nub, elevating shivers to rustling shudders through the redhead's spine. “Mfmfnfoshooo ass that's…” she murdered the stimulation, a coo and groan wringing form her guts with little bumps sailing up on the unyielding abdomen. 
	“Could it mean you two are both, harbouring your own lil', mmm-…” 
	“Collections~?” Palia filled in with a grin. 
	“Mmhmm~.” 
	“We keep a good couple of exes in already, they are such good tummy stuffing.” 
	Rena then budged in. “Mm, we heard rumours, and wanted to see if they were true, fmm, and now we are hooked, isn't that right, Wasim?” She asked and hoisted her hind to lift the brown-haired boy to get some free air. “True, though I never would have expected someone to get t-this…” he mumbled off. 
	“Corpulent?” Lotte filled in, and snickered, scooting towards Palia -Chhcnghhrs- which rattled down the foundation of the benches, hooking two fingers under the purple haired girl and scritching as one would a with an eager canine. “Then both of you lil pork pies are my adorable lil copycats, are ya?” Palia's apprehension melted away as she slumped into Lotte's scritches, lips warping into a broad, goofy smile. “Mmheha…” she mumbled. 
	“Mm, then out with it, gossip away, how many have you got lodged in there?” Lotte wondered. 
	“Ffsf fhuaaa-,” Palia hummed 
	“Four each,” Rena piped up, and then -Slpcthwhs- slapped her hind back down on Wasim's face, gyrating to plaster her booty flat over his face, “but I can have five at any moment, so what is it, kissy kissy~,” she said with two bobs of her hams on top of her boyfriend. 
	Obed laid his his torso against Lotte's belly, the inflated bulk dipping gently to his outlines, but any further and the tissue knitted to iron. “I have to ask, if you are doing the same as Palia, how many, are you…?” 
	Lotte chuckled, which sent a ripple over her gut, brandishing an array of bumps to surface and -Slfpfsh- slot back in the smooth blubber. “Twelve.” 
	“Wha?” Rena gasped, “T-twelve? A-all at once?” 
	“Proud momma to a brood of twelve, gorgeous man-buns,” Lotte proclaimed. 
	Rena suddenly got a firmer grasp of the woman next to her, towering over her despite being only one seat up, this monolith of fecundity in the sculpt of a sofa-worth of tummy, dwarfing her own. Though there was… fear? Hmm, something, similar. Respect? Admiration? A sense that compelled her closer, into the gravitational pull of the celestial belly, leaning in her head to its side and massaging the slate bronze surface. 
	Palia cooed out, and nuzzled into Lotte's palm. “Twelve, that certainly impressive, I know I can fit many more fmms, studs down my rear chute, but twelve, that must be close to the limit, right?” 
	The sauna's temperature dropped one degree. The sauna's atmosphere dipped. Lotte said nothing. A frozen smile lingered on her countenance; eyes shut. 
	Palia recoiled. A muffled whisper, of grinding enamel… The heat of the sauna transitioned from a comforting background hum, to an impressive humid heat… 
	Lotte's lips parted a sliver. “Y-…” she paused, drawing in a breath through her nose, “Y-y… you two, have a long way to go still~.” The air lightened as she spoke and mellowed 
	“A brood's more than just the size of a gut, or, other perks,” she mused and shuffled up her thighs, -Sbffhgs- the bounding flab shuffling away Rena and Obed, as she doubled over to nuzzle her gut, “It is about cultivating a shoal of precious, beautiful tadpoles, and giving them the best treatment only a juicy momma could~.” Her voice was lyrical in sentiment.
	“Wohooa…” Rena said with wide glittering eyes, shuffling up closer and burying her face in the gut, listening to the -Chgrlglgssh- -Chfrfhts- smooth churns and drones of Lotte's pod within. Wasim soon joined by her side, massaging her tummy. “That's so true, having the most ain't all, I love every single one of my lil belly yokes,” the redhead confirmed with grin. 
	Palia scoffed as she caressed her arms over Lotte's gut, -Chwbbbgggbbs- then slotting in her own impressive gut against it, belly-bolt prodding against the taut hillock of skin as the tip of the gut smoothed flat to Lotte's curvature. Her twin sounded genuine, though it was woefully convenient that competition was no longer on Rena's mind, when a whale had joined in their small pond. “Indeed, turgid beauty as you are, you have surpassed our expectations already,” she said, -Slfpfhths- then a slick smear rusted underneath her arm-length third leg, pried against the dunes of Lotte's hind, “however, speaking of, other perks, the dirty cuties bring us…” she whispered and leaned in closer, smooching Lotte’s cheek, “with twelve… it has to be quite impressive now, right?” 
	Lotte chocked and chuckled in her gullet, and brought Palia in towards her neck. “Bingo~. Mm but first, could I be such a prude bitch, in asking to see yours~?” 
	Palia peered down to her sister, uniting their contact with a grin and sealing their unspoken contract with a mirrored grin. 


“Mmfns oo, just like before, you dirty dog,” Palia huffed out as she kneeled on the second row, Rena standing by her side to qualities him, their boyfriends eagerly massaging and suckling on the twins' dongs to give them that boost of elasticity, their sausages a fist and cleaving the guts behind them into capes as the erections peaked. 
	“Come on, kissy kissy down there, smoochums. Fmmfs, don't embarrass me now~.” Rena hummed whilst Wasim choked down on one of her thick jewels.
 Unveiled, the Twins' masts were impressive: Palia's reached just to her bellybutton, while Rena's surpassed hers a good deci, be it how she allocated her brood, her boyfriends' dedication, or her own will, it all matched the gal's greed. 
	Lotte inspected the two of them with intrigue, her eyes trailing up and down their lengths, until she landed on the bottom of their guts… Palia's left tummy was tattooed with a purple heart half, fractured through the middle, whilst Rena's right bore a matching half in scarlet. “Mfms, it really is impressive how much you can handle. Obed, you like when this bad boy's clogging your oesophagus and stiffing your gut?” 
	“Mmfs, it is hard to resist…” 
	“You dirty fms, sexy rat of a man~. Wasim still can't choke down yours, right, Rena?” 
	“Pshhs, yeah yeah sis, you don't have to go announcing it,” Rena responded and wrapped her arm around her twin's shoulders, -Clsbgothshs- their guts colliding side by side with a resounding -Bfhffbhswlrpt- thrum of flesh, “We know mine's bigger,” came from the two in unison.
	Lotte mused a coo holding her fingertips at her chin. “My, both you and your hubbies are both so… cute~,” Lotte said with a wink, railing her other hand down her gut, scratching and kneading down her fingers in a canter over the taut embrace, as a rumble stirred below. The result through the gullet surged out thought the benches as a grind of meat -Shfcffrts- quivered out in her wake. 
	“Mmf, ooh yaas, out you come.” With a creaking of ancient tree roots swathed in latex, Lotte's abdomen budged under the wake of the pressure below her gut. Waves traced the surface of the tummy before they melded back smooth past her bolt, as that behemoth of meat crowned out past the breadth of the gut. At its front the shaft was swathed in a bloated bundle of a lissom hood, the foreskin scrunched up towards the centre, undulating along with the burgeoning bulwark of steamy brawn. A raw, virile head oozed in its wake as it passed the peak of her gut, and only elongated further…
	The twins stared, eyes bulged in mimicry of the member presented to them, as its length throbbed from base to shrouded tip. It rattled in with the thrumming bulk of drumming on a tractor wheel, reaching over all the way, over to the dry pyre of hot rocks, at least two solid meters… this was no mere cock… this was a fat, plump dick. 
	There she sat, with tummy and fecund effigy, and sporting a pillar of promiscuity. At the very tip, in the trenches of contracting foreskin, a bead of dick dew formed, trailing down the rugose skin, and dropped… -Plstffrrsssht- in a spark of effervesce, the droplet billowing into a plump cloud of feminine brine, a mist to infect the sauna's atmosphere. 
	“Ghs- guha…” Rena mouthed. 
	“Knew you little copycats would savour the genuine article, huh~,” she said and slowly shuffled back to the sauna's corner, so the length of her shaft could stand over the bench, “I'm rocking the girth all my hubbies provide, can barely stash it away, even with my pod,” she mused, and watched two pairs salivate. 
	She smirked. “Although, there is a downside.” 
	Palia’s vision honed in.
	“It is such a bother to reach it, without help…~” 
	Palia gasped. “I-.” 
	“Honour’s all mine, bitch~.” Rena exclaimed and dove towards the tip, wrapping her arms around it and nuzzling into the silken smooth folds of the dick burrito. “Mmfs, ooo that's the right idea, channel all that spunky energy into real good dicking.” Lotte mused. Then, beckoned. “What are you all waiting for, think this is a one-man job~?” 


~ 2 ~


The group swarmed over Lotte, like termites to their queen, which was befitting of the scale involved. Palia tended the top of the gut, Obed just below massaging the gut, Wasim planting smooches on her scrotum… and Rena at the tip of the shaft. She pried her hands into the hood, plying and stretching it with a crinkle of butter, -Shflpfrsft- but as deep as she looked, there laid more fields of rugoses dick curtains. 
	“That’s… what’s the deal, how do I…” she mumbled. 
	Lotte snickered. “Oh my sweet lamb, don't be afraid to… delve a lil' deeper.” With that she scootched herself forwards, the parcel of cluttered skin embracing Rena's face with a smack of cock grease -Sllfpthhwhhtrt-. The walls pursed, fluctuated, pursing and puckering, squeaking like a glazed ham as they swathed over Rena's face, a sluggish creep of skin enveloping her head with crinkles and slithers, drawing her into the realm of the dick. 


-Sflpfrhhts- -Fpfhshts- Folds of silken skin scrunched up against Rena's side, its draw reeling her into the muffled chute of dick. -Slflpfhcbhthts- She felt the drapes sloping around her necks, bunching up over her shoulder, and yet she only saw the convulsing stretch of dermis. Yet, from the wall, radiated an aura of musk, a potent vapour that invited her to fall and topple in its clutches. As the wall sock shifted and spooled in with the squelches of grease, the air laid dense with a musty tone of petrichor, sprinkled with a sweetness of wild onions. The aroma proved enough to dizzy, with the sparce, though sufficient, air playing a factor… then… -Chsrlprthhcs- -Cslpfhgs- a thicker clench of tissue. Rena focused, and saw ahead of her, the foreskin parting, blooming in an aperture of flesh… and unveiling a sight of neon fuchsia… Lotte's cockhead, big, bright, glowing before her, the air cocktail of salt, and sweetness making the femboy's mouth water. She lurched the last stretch, and engulfed the fat, juicy dickmeat. 
	“Mfns mmfs phoo, would one of you sweetie mm pies tend to momma's dick, our lil' explorer just found it,” she mused. Palia roamed down the gut, sloping her hands along the surface until she reached down to the cock. She could see the prepuce draped down like an accordion over her twin's shoulders, and within the silhouette of it Rena laid sculpted as the cock tightened between throbs, watching how the outlines of her sister bobbed back and forth, with a vague dome forming to fill out the valley of her neck. 
	“You always were the dirtiest one, mm isn't that right, enjoy yourself gobbled up by Lotte's massive cock, making yours look like a twig~?” She jested, and sloughed her gut over the mast, mushing it together between her palms whilst she dragged and jerked along the arms, -Fbsbgpsghs- bumping into Lotte's gut to one end and steamrolling down Rena's contours on the other. 
	“Mmfooo, yaass… mms, spicy.” She hummed and rocked herself forwards, her hind sloping and bulldozing the bench back and forth as she rocked her dick towards Rena's frame, hearing the faint gurgle and gasping of the femboy cupped up in her foreskin burrito, savouring its fillings. Whilst Palia's gut massage provoked a trickling tension, her mast sprung in excitement as she savoured the fawning and pampering… they were building up into a rhythm, following the sways of lust, toying with her balance, like – a boulder, rocking on the edge of a cliff. The building excitement… 
	Rena smacked her lips off of the fat, -Smmwatahch- and puckered up her lips again to smooch and slather it in strokes of her tongue, painting saliva on the canvas of grease and dew, unbothered by the crinkling in the distance, of the dicksleeve drooling past her shoulders, until she went in for it again, mouth wide agape… but Lotte's dick gaped wider. 
	-Shltptbghrrkptsh-The resounding clasp of a cork sealing a bottle of meat rang out to break the rhythm. “Mfpghhrpfshghwfs,” Lotte strained, eyelids twitching in shock at this, sudden… sudden… she grimaced. “Ofofm sosho thatsss oh jolly mgl lil honey, what arnggsfmsm…” she wheezed out. 
	“Mhuh?” Palia mouthed, then shuffled her gut to the side, watching as the bulge of her sister's head had swollen smoothed over, merged in with the outline of the residing dock. 
	"Mfmnngss,” Lotte huffed out, in reflex, her dock withdrew, jut a stretch, but it was enough… -Slpghthpghghsa- her foreskin cascaded in a waterfall of slick skin down Rena's pack, the rugose flood ensnaring her chest, back, and the tip of her gut, further tumbles of undulating -Flpsfrhst- -Flpsfhsts- told of the foreskin’s advance over the femboy's bloated gut, drawing it in with a series of convulsing, greased squeals. Lotte's foreskin capturing Rena's guise; the femboy's arms -Sllfpsuchs- suckled up and shown as the slender oblong dunes along the side of the dick, her frame growing in definition as the foreskin taunted and spanned over more and more of Rena's frame. 
	“Mfmfs, fmgorhhg,” Lotte huffed and struggled, “Mmfn fsmng ssooosh yuaaaasssh…” then with one utterance, the worry and tension of her face… melted away. “All my lil' hubbies, md ms I had not expected you to impress momma like, mgms, this… I think should be able to fit the whole of her in there.” 
	Palia panted, steamy breaths melding with the sauna's humidity, her eyes glossy at the sight of the scrambling bulbs and domes and dunes caricaturing her sister's frame down the expanding stretch of tissue, it roared in her crust. “Fm, look at that, are we going to bake up some marinated cock slut, fmsm, hey boys, ms, come here, I am sure we can fit her.” Palia called out. Obed and Wasim shook off their transfixed stares, all of them gathering around the dick, helping Lotte to pry the dick curtains over the zenith of Rena's gut, though the gluttonous dick seemed to require little assistance. The toasty dunes of drapes sprawled out, swallowing up Rena's gut with a squeal like that of cockgrease as it -Clshhgpfrhsts- clenched around the underside of her tummy, sloughing forth in a sarcophagus of meat enveloping her like a wetsuit. 
	Palia took the liberty of grinding her shaft against her twin's, their bellies lining up with the tattooed heart as Rena's dick twitched and flicked off foaming freedom. 
	“Heh, mf don't make a mess,” Palia scolded her twin and -Sflfshthtpshs- pried open the foreskin to fold in her sister's dick, letting her own cock join in as they humped int the humid folds. 
	“Mmfs oh rock your nut off you beautiful fmsm beasts.” Lotte huffed out, her shaft smacking, twitching, and -Sfplfshthtps- wrapping up Rena in the drowning wave of wrinkled, plush silk, the twin combined as an extension of her cock, filling out the whole length of her hood. -Slfpfhsthtp- With the tip unfurling, pursing, trawling and shimmying up Rena's ankles, it pursed a kiss around her feet before… -Slfplrhrhtptshs- it swamped over her, pushed shut with a dollop of drool trailing off the tip, The entirety of Rena's body; her outlines fading and defining with the twitches of the shaft, contained in Lotte's foreskin, dick, suckling down on the girl’s head, a cocoon of flesh, like the ones she provided for all her dear man-bun exes couped up in her gut. Come to think of it, was she, technically, harbouring 17 now? Accounting for Rena and her four? 
	Lotte opened her eyes, insight, gushed over her complexion… This, was the solution, to her impossible problems… 


~ 3 ~


 Lotte reclined on the middle bench, letting the creak of her hind envelop the wooden planks in a chorus to the chugging verse of moistened flesh convulsing around Rena. -Shflpghrhhts- The shaft slogged upward in a bounce that dipped back under its own weight, though the boost of gravity provided the aid she was looking for. -Shflflprhsthspltha- A vacuous slurp rang out through the sarcophagus of foreskin, as Lotte's hooded boa devoured its catch. -Sjfhrlptsh- The outlines of Rena in the sock of skin descended through the ravenous depths of the dick, detailed contours of limbs and gut compiling to gratuitously dome under the coconut velvet. “Mmfnsoo, such gumption, fmsm, everyone else’s been satisfied in sucking this dick of mine fmms, you got such Gumption, sweetums. Fell free to dive deeper than anyone has, honey.” Lotte gnawed on her lower lip as the Rena clogs trailed down towards the base of her shaft, the initial bump of her head wriggling as they reached the threshold to those chocolate nuts, dumping and thrusting downwards, -Sfnpgbs- Sbgpsgsts- -Sbgphths- then wedging through. Rena's form was enveloped by her dick. 
	The tensile foreskin sloped as Rena descended, contracting back like the body of an accordion towards Lotte's cockpit. -Fhsrlrlfshths- Housing the femboy's belly, Lotte's dick gained the grandiose stature – and looks to match – of pregnancy. The gratuitous dome, with the bellybutton still a faint nub on the jostling surface, ballooned her cock. -Sfllthsthptg- -Chghnghrhs- Her shaft bobbed in the vigour of a fishing pole that swallowed its own lure. 
	“Trouble in paradise? Your sister's s real filling meal for my fat cock,” Lotte mused. 
	Palia inhaled a breath through teeth clasping lips. The reverberating, jostling and ripples througout Lotte's form, the faint moans spilling out as Rena pooled into those chocolate jewels. 
	“Mfms you always gotta tease me sis, mfs, this time, I am not letting you have all the fun you dirty slut.” She scoffed out and darted to Lotte's shaft. “Think you can fit any more in here?” 
	Lotte's smile trembled. “I haven't… gmmpfoo,” she huffed out as Palia assaulted the foreskin, -Sflwpfhthts- ramming in her head through the greased pit of her sheathe like dunking a marble into a wad of papier-mâché. 
	“Sooh yaaaas, tfms blunt broad coming through,” Lotte cooed whilst her sagging foreskin distends back into the sculpt of an accordion. The Bun folds of flesh unfurled and draped down the stretch of Palia's frame with a crinkle of drying latex, -Sfhfclclrnrsgh- muffling her motions as the second twin wound her way into the unrolling shaft, -Bfbfsmgns- whilst her sister laid lodged stuck at her gut, bumping against the bottom of Lotte's mast. 
	“Sooh boys, cmsm, gonna leave this helpless momma to deal with msm, these rowdy girls on her own, get your butts here and help pop this cherry down my balls~.” She mused. Wasim and Obed gathered on each side of her shaft, wrapping their arms around the engorged bloat and kneading in with their whole bodies, jeering down with a sturdy -Slglpghts- -Clpvhrhrshpa- rhythm to massage the contorted bale down the last stretch of the journey through Lotte's shaft. Lotte leaned back with her tongue lulled out of her on the side of her cheeks, rocking along with the rhythm of her crotch, groaning to accommodate Rena's gut, and with Palia's frame ensnared in the cocoon of skinsleeve and tobogganed onto the elated, gluttonous cocktip. -Sfhpths- -Cchpfthhs- The base of her shaft warped, cent by cent around the zenith of the stuffed core, until… -Shchfllpfthhwtphts- Rena's gut dunked into her ballsack. A conglomeration of bulging dunes and globes slammed down to the right nut, engorging the batter factory to a globe of sagging, sloughing meat, scrambles and coos form within whipping and thrashing the orb and contouring its surface with the splayed outline of the femboy's frame. “Mfgs sphaa. Fhsas mfosng, good girl, that's fmsm, I hadn't, em, expected to handle someone of your caliber, fms or it being so spicy.” She huffed out, and gnawed on her plush, glazed lip as the boy's hugs pinched the entrance to her shaft which Palia's engorged droves were adapting to wade through. “Ease up, fmsm, don't wanna choke out my dick just yet, got to even the playing field…” she shuffled out, and watched as the descending blots warped the embrace of Wasim and Obed, with a churn of displaced fluids ballooning the base of her shaft for Palia to forge her way through. 


“Almost down there,” Wasim said with a huff, hands slapped against the belly-domed dick, squeezing to sculpt craters around his grasp. 
	“You are looking hotter than ever, babe,” Obed huffed out and circled his thumb around the bulge of Palia's outie, protruding even through the clasp of Lotte's cockmeat. 
	“Wmmgmwrmg. Mfsmghfm spmghhp-.” A muffled series of moans peeled through the shaft, accentuated by a crackle of -Slfpfhhthths- slimy throes as the orifice engorged, -Dlpsghthg- Shgoths-. 
	“Mmfmwpfgsh-.” It downed the outline of Palia's gut, submerging her into the sack below. -Cbsgppthhths- The skin stretched and malformed to her outlines, the femboy swirling and wrangling as their dunk caused the whole sack to ripple, pancaked against the second bench level whilst her sister dangled to slough down onto the first. 
	“Mm, good boys, smm, good girls,” she said, drawing her fingers in circles at the side of her gut, “just, let it work its magic, momma's gonna need to mfms, savour this. Won't you be an agreeable pair of sloppy honies?” Lotte huffed out, her playful tone voice undertoned with desire and… a hint of plea. -Shoghghsts- -Sbfhrpghhs- The orbs sloughed together, prying apart, its surface breathing in discordant ripples and swells. The silhouette of the girls within coursed and swayed along the reach of the ballsack, leaving it tugging and slorshing, the chum of a freighter stormbound in a sea of molasses. 
	“Wmmfnfmm. Oh honey, fmsm, gotcha right where I want you,” she huffed out. 
	Obed remained at the cock, rubbing and drawing his arms over it as he felt a thrum of primal desires surge through this issue… Meanwhile Wasim shuffled to her back, mount grasping at a handle of globes of her plump hind and mounting her ass, though his dick had little chance of breaching her pucker. Both of them indulged, grinding against Lotte as their girlfriends sloshed trough the bloated meat. 
	“Mmgf smpmgs…” Lotte huffed, an effusion of excitement pluming from her breath as she felt her body evolving new accommodations. Excitement fizzed through her frame as the jingling orbs stirred up a carbonation of lust through her veins. They clenched, convulsed and jerked within, growling to the tunes of a primitive, organic tumbler. As Lotte's pupils teetered back into her forehead, -Fhwhwrglslowwamp- -Fbrhglpgsghths- a series of lurches, a beat between each one – resounded out through Lotte's body, through the churns of clotting barrel-fulls of cream. The outlines sketching her scrotum deflated. 
	“Mmgaah,” she huffed out at each throws of lust, the jostling resounding through her entire body, and with each beat… -Chhfrgrslpstwssmpgslh- Her hair fluttered, the locks framing either side of her face held aloft by a current of satisfaction, in each ripple a gradient down the strands of silken hair. The right a passionate burgundy, the left a succulent purple. -Thpgbsfhst- -Flpsfhthts- Her jewels bloated in the swells, he vague dunes steamrolled in their encompassing juicy bulk, each throb colouring in a tattoo… a heart inscribed on each half of her balls, the burgundy red on the right merging with the purple on the left through a crackled fissure of indigo blending the shades together. Lotte savoured each comet that her body laid under the spell of the twin's throbbing, beating heart… 


“Mpfhs… a fmmf, mfpha…” She breathed, slowly, long streaks of burgundy and purple framing her face in the pink head of hair. Her shaft plumped, robust with another touch of bulk strapped onto them, thick enough that Obed couldn't get his arms around it. 
	“Mmfnnf. Good, girls…” Lotte mused, and opened her eyes, her green iris absent, as a crimson and purple ink had bled into her respective eyes, matching her brand-new locks. “Do my lil' copycats, feel comfy in there,” she said, gyrating on the spot to feel her gluttonous orbs slough and simmer beneath her, “Merged into a new pair with the both of your baby ovens.” She cooed. Then she peered behind herself, where Wasim was pumping his cock between her cheeks.
	“Mfms s-so gorgeous, I k-knew they w-would be.” he huffed out. 
	Obed managed to smooch the broad shaft, drawing it over himself like his lover. “You are even more beautiful, part of Lotte's gorgeous frame, bigger than you ever hoped to be.” 
	Lotte hummed, directing her attention back to Wasim. "Tsk tsk, kiss kiss, believe ‘em, smoochums, I would cram you back up that great ass of mine, if my hubbies weren't already occupying all available space…” she relented, dreading to blame her pride and joy, though they were what held back her potential. She flashed a grin. “Though, I have just the place to stuff a pair of dirt rats like yourselves…” Her purple eye flashed a luscious leer. 


“Mmfmsph asahs oh down you fms, go lil pups,” -Smtpths -smptths- “You get good and comfy down momma's new roomfs, my first lil' ball babies,” she huffed out and swatted the side of her cock, whilst the flailing legs of the boyfriends -Sflphfhsthp- surged down the brim of bundled up foreskin. Their comparatively slender physiques drooling down the experienced shaft, -Flfspghthtsbhs- ploughed through the dick, and wormed down each to a side of her gorged balls. -Frlrllbpthsh- The tattoo rippling as their boys stashed away within. 
	Lotte suckled her upper lips, rubbing don her gut. “Mmf, feel that pups, momma's g-got a some new siblings for you all,” she huffed out, feeling her new boys swathed up In a cocoon of flesh within her sack, compressing as a lifeline attached to their navels, merging them with their expanding network, and siphoning off of their mass to grow her gorgeous form. 
	“Mmf mfmps? Fmpf?” she huffed out as the union of two fresh cuties… was amplified. Her sack -Cbbglgpghsa- gurgling and Lotte scooching to and fro, as umbilical chords spun to latch onto the eight, new siblings, overtaking the clutches the twins had collected, and adopting them into her folds. Trembles jolted through her spine, ass, and dick, spiking up to her chest where… -Slfpths- -Clspffsstchh- she choked on her breath, as a gush of rich, syrupy smooth breastmilk matted her towel damp, her flat chest lactating for the first time, leaving Lotte to grin as a trial of milk trickled down the side of her gt, adding a dash of white to the network of stretchmarks labyrinth rooting her gut and ass together in knitted folds. Snickering as her orbs tauted around, encompassing her new clutch. “A-and that, makes twentymffs, two…” she deflated with a sigh, savouring her own syrupy words. Finally, she got some Peace and quiet in the sauna. 


~ 4 ~


“Fmfs, come on, mfmsp, ofoh, momma's gonna have to go on a diet to handle the bulk blubber you pups lap on her,” Lotte huffed out as she lurched her hind free form the sauna's gate, soaked from head to toe in sweat and humidity, with her milk drenched towel wrapped around her head to unveil the full beauty of her her curvaceous frame, a totem of fertility. Across the corridor, towards by the poolside, she spired with new eyes, a pair of twins, chuckling and musing to a distant conversation. 
	-Chgkgplthhts- her balls throbbed, the tattoo swelling and deflating in a lustful beat. Desire, had returned jealousy, melted away… as now, Lotte was once more free to indulge.