Darya grunted as she loaded the large box into the back of her vehicle. A smile on her face as she had a fun night planned out to celebrate the first anniversary of her and her boyfriend Will dating. She pulled out her phone and marked off a step on her to do list as she proceeded to get into the driver seat of her car. Starting it up, she quips, “Hmm, what to get for food, I hope he won’t mind Chinese.” A laugh coming from her because she knew full well that she had no cooking skills at all. She looks over her shoulder as she backs out, briefly glancing at the box in the rear adorned with “Cloud 9” on it. Her mind wandered a bit as she started remembering what led up to the event she has planned.

The sergal loved her tits, so big and fake, having pushed her initial 10,000 cc implants all the way to 33,000cc total in each. Though a side effect of all that extra saline pumped into her tits was that they were starting to get incredibly heavy, and she was missing how high they used to sit on her chest. Having enough with the changes, she went back to see her surgeon to go complain about it to see if there was anything that could be done to remedy her issues, at least the ones she thought were bothersome.

Walking into the doctors office, she met up with a familiar squirrel with a bustline that could rival hers in terms of proportion. The squirrel knew full well what to expect when Darya visited, so it was to no surprise that before even being given a hello, the sergal’s hands were already caressing that bountiful bosom. “Roxanne, can you help a gal out? I’m hooked on continually filling up these enormously fake tits of mine, but they are starting to hang so low, and weigh so much.” She raspberries as she slides her hands to the bottom of the squirrel’s bust and starts to heft them, a confused look on her face as something didn’t add up for her. “How the fuck are your tits so fucking light? Those girls should weigh so much more than they do. You’re holding out on me.” She gives a firm grope to test their resistance. “These aren’t like the PPP’s Crim has. Reveal your secrets, you sexy little nut loving squirrel.”

Roxanne blushed, huffing a bit as she heard the demands of the sergal. She adjusts her glasses a bit before chiming up. “I’ll spill only on three conditions. One, you stop groping me, right now.” She pauses a bit, knowing full well how to negotiate with the rambunctious sergal. Almost instantly, Darya drops her hands off the squirrel and backs up a bit resting her hands on her own bosom. A smile on Roxanne’s face appears as she continues. “Alright then. Second. You do not mention a word of this to anyone that doesn’t know me intimately.” The sergal quips, “Easy enough, what’s the last thing?” The blush on the squirrel further deepens. “I know your ability to persuade, get Crim to agree to a few more dates with me.” Darya breaks down laughing, flopping into a chair. “Pbbft. Done! Is your biological clock ticking that loudly?” She composes herself, “Sorry, I’ll take this seriously. But I’ve agreed to all three things. Give up that juicy info, let me in on that secret your breasts are hiding.”

Giving a firm cough, the squirrel gains control of the room with the blush on her face fading. “Alright, the fact is I came up with a new implant filler that mimics the weight reduction that my polypropylene gel implants have done. I came up with it basically wanting to give the same option without the steady growth part of the PPP’s. The name is so damn long that its bothersome to say it all, not to mention it would give away what it is composed of, so I’ve dubbed it ‘Cloud 9’, because at sizes like mine, your tits will feel practically as light as a cloud.” Pulling out a bottle she hands it to the anxious sergal. The eyes just widened on Darya.  ”I’ve got about 80,000cc’s of it in stock right now, I’m starting to streamline the process of it. I know that sounds a lot, but considering some of my clients, that isn’t as grand of a stock and I’d need a lot more of a supply before I’d be ready to offer this publicly.”

A whimper comes from the sergal as she holds the container and gulps, a begging look on her face as she stands up and hands the container back to Roxanne as she looks her in the eyes “Please, give me a pair of tits filled with these. I’ll pay for the operation, plus whatever you want as long as you let me keep having access it to it if I want more.” The squirrel ponders a bit, “Hmm…could always stand to have another test subject, and you’d put it to more extreme limits than I’d ever do myself. Okay, I’ll do it.” The sergal giggles madly as she jumps up and down feverishly. “I’ll take all of your stock at the moment, put it in those new 20k shells you released that have a overfill limit of 10x that. I want these babies looking as fake as possible. Can you pencil me in for tomorrow. I’ll bring the check with me.”

After rolling her eyes once more the squirrel had agreed and with that the wheels had been set into motion. With Darya showing up the following day with a spare shirt much larger than she wore normally. Being put under, the operation underway swapping out those overfilled saline expanders with the new expanders filled with the experimental fluid. Having to make a bigger incision than before to slide in the larger implant shells. Within a few hours the operation was done and the sergal was wheeled into a private room to let the anesthetics wear off. Within an hour or two the sergal started to wake up, feeling all groggy.  Roxanne showed up just as this happened, “The operation was a success, how are you feeling there?”

The sergal raspingly chuckled, “Like a huge weight is off my chest, literally.” She brought her hands up to her bandaged tits and caressed them. “Mmmf…so round and light. I love it.” A pen pushed at her hand, looking up to see the squirrel talking, “Let the stitches heal a bit before you really play with them. A day or two should be enough, but you’ll be good enough to go home today.” Darya nodded and chuckled, “Make some more of this stuff doc, I know I’m gonna be back for a lot more, granted I’ll do the fill ups myself.”  A loud honk woke the sergal out of her somewhat skewed memory, “Oh, I need to get going.”

She chuckles thinking briefly about the box once more as she drove away, having waited for a whole year for this night. She stops at a Chinese place and grabs some dinner and heads back home, carrying in the box and food. “I’m hooome.” No response came, a smile on her face knowing full well she had time to prepare the present for Will. Dumping the cartons of Chinese out on some plates, she heads to her room to cover up the large box to keep it a surprise. Just as she finished wrapping up the box, the door bell rang. The sergal leaps up as she places the box by the couch in the living room. Opening the door, she is greeted by a pair of ears and an enormous package behind a sizable box. “Oh, a gift for me? You shouldn’t have.” She giggles and takes the box, kind of curious what it is when she feels how heavy it is. “Well dinner is ready so you can take a seat and I’ll put this box down by the couch.” The adorable fennec was glad to take the orders, it was one of the things that Darya knew that he liked about her, the fact she knew what she wanted to do and usually wouldn’t let anyone give no to her for an answer.  

A huge grin was on Wills face as he watched her drop the box off by the couch. The fennec was an implant hound, and Darya loved the attention that this interest brought to her. She makes her way to the table, and pours some soda into the glasses she had put out.  Taking the glass in hand she raises it up. “To our first year of dating. Here’s to many more good times ahead for both of us.” Will brought up his glass to hers with a loud clink as they set down to eat up the meal before the two of them. Darya happily ate away as she enjoyed the repeated glances from the fennec who as a bit distracted during the meal as her tits pressed up against the table. She had put in about another 10,000ccs for each breast during the one year they had been seeing each other. For this night, the sergal had wore a top that was probably a few sizes too small for this dinner date, wanting to flaunt her tits off as much as possible.

Bits of food were falling out of the sergal’s mouth as she was eating a bit sloppily, small bits of food bouncing into her cleavage as she occasionally paused to fetch it out by reaching into her bosom and then popping it back into her mouth. She purposely wore the incredibly low cut shirt that was stretched so tight that it was almost like a second skin.  A valley of cleavage, the imprint of those piercings through the front, it was all a show to push the buttons of the smaller fennec in the way she loved doing so much.  A blush was appearing on the fennecs face as the table tipped slightly towards Darya’s side, the cheshire grin on her face expressing her delight as she finished the last bite of her food.  She briefly brings her foot up to the massive bulge on the underside of the table, giving it a soft squeeze before chirping a bit. “Don’t get too excited yet. There’s still the presents after all. A loud gulp came from the small male, as he shoveled down the rest of his food, showing his eagerness to get to the good stuff of the night.

As the sounds of silverware being rested against the plates, Darya removes her foot from his bulge and proceeds to stand up. Taking a few deep breaths as the sound of creaking fabric can be heard, her hands drawing her sharp nails along the fabric. Small holes appearing almost like it was a knife cutting through butter with the ease she was making this happen. She giggles and turns around as she walks back to the couch, her hips swaying as the sight of her breasts jostling within the shirt could be seen from behind by the fennec. Will hopped up with enthusiasm as he held his engorged bulge with one hand to keep it from gaining too much momentum as he made his way over to the couch, sitting down next to his box which was resting by the large box Darya had placed earlier. Suddenly, Darya pulls the coffee table back to create some room, and then walks up to the stereo to turn it on, putting on some fun energetic music as she begins to dance to the beat, giving him something to feast upon with his eyes, just to get more of his fill of her sergal goodness.

With a lively step she begins swaying around, those near weightless tits bouncing and continuously wrecking the poor shirt she had contained them in, the sound of threads snapping in rhythm with her choice of ambiance. She looks at him, lustfully licking her lips as her hands run along her frame and onto those grand tits, tearing a pair of holes at the front as her pierced nipples were exposed through the fabric, puffy and showing her arousal, giving the fox a hint she had some fun things planned for tonight. But she was not done with this pre-tease at all, playfully teasing him by pulling down her pants just enough to reveal she’s not wearing any panties at all, her prehensile clitoral hood slithering up to wave at him above the lip of the garment, eliciting a blush out of the fennec before it slipped back into hiding as she pulls them back up for now. Knowing full well she was planning to sacrifice this shirt along the way, her nails tear the sleeves off, it was barely hanging on at this rate by the straps on her shoulders at this point.

Will’s package practically rested on the ground with how he had to sit so bowlegged on the couch to accommodate his junk. His bulge ached, wanting to be free of the fabric confines as it stretched tight over the engorging length as the imprint revealed his fat cockhead starting to crown out of that chubby sheath that rested upon those massive orbs that could put beach balls to shame. He was so fixated on the show infront of him as he salivated a bit watching on without realizing. The sergal twirls around a few times before one loud rip breaks through the music as her shirt began giving out, a sea of white fur spilling forth as it lewdly bounces into place, sitting incredibly perky and obscenely round, so fake looking. The fox loved those round fake tits so much, and seeing them out and free just started pushing his pants over the edge as the fat cock starts to pressure his pants zipper to come undone.

Darya’s ears twitched as she heard familiar sound of a zipper starting to undo itself, getting her attention back out of her trance like state, now realizing her shirt was pretty much gone now as it had fallen to the ground. Seeing this as the perfect time to bring up attention about the gifts. Crawling up onto him as she pulls that zipper right back up with a hand before moving it out of the way and dragging her bust up against the package that rivaled her bust in size. Darya pushes a bit and chirps. “So, what’s in the box for me? Can you go ahead and open it up for me. Show me what you got.”  Her nude tits were pressing firmly into that package, wanting to just make his body beg for her attention.

Blushing fiercely at the obvious innuendo presented to the fennec, Will huffed a bit as he squirmed his way out from the bountiful sergal bosom, his pants straining to contain the rousing erection within. He pulls the coffee table back into place and brings the box on top of it as Darya watches on. Wrapping paper being torn asunder, what is revealed brings out a delighted coo from the sergal as the fennec begins assembling the present before her, commenting as he does so. “I know how much you like filling up those implants of yours, but filling all those syringes seemed so laborious and time consuming. So I decided to get you a pump to make it easier for future fill ups. Take a little of the work off your hands so you can just enjoy the moment more.” With the last click and the plug being put into the nearby surge protector, the fox flicked it on to show that everything was operational before turning it back off and sitting back down onto the couch. “It even comes with a large reservoir to fill so you don’t have to keep manually pulling bottles out as you go.”  Darya was practically drooling at this point, realizing this night was going to be so much more delightful due to the coincidental circumstances the fennec facilitated.

Granted that wasn’t the only drooling going on, a damp spot appearing in the fox’s bulge where that fat cock was straining to get out. The sergal spoke up with a bit of childish glee, “I love it almost as much as I love you.” She gets up and begins to hug him, that massive rack of hers smooshing around his face as the fabric tears further from the fact she ruined the structural integrity of it with those nails. Her hand darting down to grope that wet damp spot in the front to make sure to keep him desperately eager for her affection. After she hears a few pants from him, she pulls back from the hug and points to her box. “Open it. Open it.” Curious to find out what was in store from him, the fox made his way to the box that was huge compared to his gift. Carefully undoing the paper, intrigued to see what the sergal had gotten for him. The top of the box was opened and within is a giant container of fluid. Lifting it out of the package, he places it on the ground next to the table. He looks curiously at it before turning to the sergal. “What is this?”

Darya grins, “Well your gift couldn’t have been any better timing, my gift to you was I was gonna give myself a massive filling for you to play with. In that box is 100,000ccs worth of whats in my breasts.” She chuckles a bit. “That’s right, I’m gonna be doubling my volume in one go. We’re gonna stretch these girls to their limit.” The fennec just blinked in awe at the thought, though his other head had its own idea as the zipper practically flung off at the thought of getting to see that large of a fill up, his fat cock flopping out and drooling pre onto the floor next to the box. “Your pump is gonna save me so much effort, so to reward you, I’m gonna give you a nice titfuck while the machine pumps these girls full. Though that tank isn’t enough to handle all that, thankfully this big container has a nice port that I can hook up a feed tube to.” Standing up, she grabs a hose from the pump and screws it on tightly, running the machine briefly until all the air was out of it, the pair of fill tubes ready to give their supply. She raises her arms up to show off the modification she made to herself within the last week or two, a pair of magnetic rings at her armpits giving full showing of where the fill ports for her implants are.

"All of this, is going into you, right now, with my cock between them?" The fox is looking like he just won the lottery as the blood kept rushing into his cock, that fat leviathan waking out of its slumber from that furry sheath. The sergal smiles and nods, as she slides over and pulls off his pants, freeing those giant fuzzy nuts of his and giving them a hug. She began imagining she can hear all the spunk swirling within that large satchel.  Her tongue slithers out and teases his cock, making sure its nice and hard. Her moist heavy breathing lands upon the turgid flesh as she salivates heavily to help lube up the fat snake. A groan comes from the fox as Darya’s serpentine tongue lavishes its way up to that bulbous crown, planting a sloppy kiss on the bloated tip before she pulls back and grins as she grabs the fill tubes. She preps them with the needles and gets the last bit of air out of them before biting her lip as she sticks each needle into both of the fill ports, the magnets locking to the rings to secure them in place. Shivering a bit as her mind anticipates what’s about to happen. She gets down on the floor before him, grinning as her tail flicks the switch on and the machine begins to get to work.

With a huff, the sergal begins to feel the fluid rushing through the fill tubes down into her implants as she wrangles that erect cock between her fake pierced tits, resting the pillowy mountains on his lap as she looks up at him. “There are marks along the side of the bottle there handsome, call it out each time the fluid goes below a line. That’ll be 10,000cc each time. Be a good fox and make it through all 100,000, and I’ll give you an extra special reward after.” Her hands grab firmly to the sides of her breasts as she begins to maneuver them up and down his length, hearing the sound of the fluid rushing in making her incredibly damp between her thighs as she focuses on the feelings her skin is giving her. A radiating warmth with each increasing chug of the machine behind her as she can hear the fluid within the implants sloshing about from the movement on top of it all.

"10,000" is called out as she begins to pick up pace. She knows full well she has a lot of room to go in her breasts, the warmth growing larger as she can feel that thick cock starting to throb harder against her tits as they started to have a little less give every passing moment. "Mmmf…fuck yes, only just starting, this is gonna be one hell of a ride Will." The piercings adorning her nipples jangled loudly with each repeated movement of her, all of this visual stimuli being a lot to take in for the fennec that is slowly being buried underneath those swelling breasts. His hands reaching down to feel the warmth as the blood flow increases to supply the skin being worked upon right now. A fat gob of pre oozes out of his cockhead as it fell down onto the sergals muzzle. "Fuck yeah." She growls lustfully as a damp spot grows further in her pants as her own nethers are incredibly hot and bothered already with how she feels. "2…2…20,000" is called out, the poor fennec almost sounding like he was already struggling.

"Don’t wimp out on me, we’ve still got a whole lot to go." Darya grunts a bit as she leans in and nuzzles that shaft, smearing all that pre that was oozing down onto her snout back onto that monstrous beast of his, letting her tits slide even faster despite all the volume being added into them. She could feel her heart pounding from the adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her more sensitized to every single thing happening with her body. "30,000" She moves her hands from her breasts, down to his nuts to massage those enormous orbs, using her torso to move her tits up and down that length as the fennce squirms beneath her even more. His toes curling as the sounds of his breathing became laborious and almost as moist as the sergals. "Fuh—-Fuh" is all he can muster at the moment. The sergal opening her eyes as she snakes her head around the sausage to look at him to make sure he wasn’t already giving in. "40,000" 

"Good…goood." She huffs a bit, the warmth was slowly turning into a burn, the feeling of stretching her skin starting to really pronounce itself. It had been a while since she had pushed herself this hard, and she wasn’t halfway through yet. The fox interrupts her thoughts for a moment as he quips. "God, your tits… your tits are getting so firm." Hearing that causes a lustful chuckle from the sergal as she drags her nails along those swollen nuts, playfully grazing them, knowing from previous experience the fox likes the fact she’s a little rough when she’s in charge. She hears the fox panting heavily as he yips out the next words to fill the air. "50,000!" Her mind was racing as she could begin to feel her tits start to lightly ache a little, after all she’s just added 25,000 to each breast just within a matter of few minutes, her mind just realizing her tail must’ve got over eager and flicked the machine onto high.

"F…fuck" She moans out as one hand slides off the fennecs balls and down into her own pants as she begins to finger herself, her body too aroused at this point to ignore it. Her legs tensing up as she thrusts her digits rapidly into her folds, her thumb working on her clit as her clitoral hood slithers and wriggles about the hand stuffed between her thighs. "6…60,000" Echos out in the room between all the moaning from the two of them. The fennec’s hands latching onto those tits as her skin continues to draw tighter within his grasp. The sergal’s nipples were achingly stiff from the added pressure from behind them, the implants pushing hard in every direction as she could even start to feel them wrap a little around the sides of her torso towards her back. Just imagining the view she’s going to be giving after this is all over. She lets out a roaring moan as a gush of nectar pours out of her, an orgasm hitting her like a truck as her breathing becomes incredibly rapid, ready to ride out this wave of sensations.

"70,000!" She rested her head upon one of her tits as she just lapped away at the steady flow of pre that was oozing out of that rock solid rod of flesh, her tits starting to envelop them a little less with her not giving any force by her own hand. Will on the other hand was glad to pick up where the sergal had left off as his hands grabbed firmly onto those nipple rings, those fake tits engulfing most of the space between his lap and his face. Pulling them together, his hips began to buck, resuming the tit fucking motion once again. Darya’s glance wanders over to the tankard just as she hears him calling out "80,000" The burn was in full effect now as one of her hands started to explore her flesh, she could feel some bumps along the side as veins were trying to press out from the extra pressure being exerted from within. "So…So fucking close." She chuckles madly, drunk on her own arousal and the joint of the musk of their sexual fluids filling the air. Will watches on, his hips thrusting with no abandon as his eyes dart between the container and back to the tits, almost busting his nuts as he was seeing those thick veins pronounce themselves in the one unfurred area on each breast, those over stretched areola as they were growing wider along with the rest of the flesh.

Darya could feel the fennec’s nuts throbbing, signalling that he was nearing his limits. “90,000!” The fox cried out as the sergal encouraged him on. “Almost there! Almost there! Make a big fucking mess for me once those last cc’s pour into my overloaded tits.” Her tits felt almost rock hard at this point, the poor skin straining to keep it all in as the burn becomes intense. Her mind fixated on the sound of that machine pumping, her fingers still thrusting lewdly in rhythm to the machine and the fox, waiting for that magical number to be called out. “Come on!” She could feel the rumbling starting to happen between her tits, she knew the fox was about ready to deliver. “1…100…100,000!” the fox cries out, and with that the proverbial flood gates were broken everywhere.

The machine turned off, running out of fluid to pump, though there was fluids flying everywhere as the fox’s load erupted like a volcano of passion, spraying his thick seed anywhere and everywhere. The sergal felt that warm coating her flesh as she could feel her veins throbbing hard on her aching tits as she came a second time, gushing hard as she pulls her hand out of her pants and holds onto the fox pinned beneath her. “Give me all that foxy goodness!” She pressed her tits firmly against his shaft milking every bit of that orgasm out of the fox, knowing full well what those balls were able to produce for her. Rope after rope fell onto her for practically a minute before it turned into a steady flow that she opened her maw as she maneuvered that spasming tip into her maw, swallowing each and every bit that she could, her body craving the protein it needs to help her skin adapt to the load she just put upon it.

When she feels those last drops of his seed ooze out, she reaches under her armpits and pulls both of the needles out. Chuckling happily as the fox laid there looking like he hadn’t came in a week, it was that strong. Darya stands up, chuckling as she undoes her pants and slides them off to the floor, her clitoral hood tucking itself back into place as her body comes off that orgasmic high. Her eyes and hands just scanned every inch of those stretched out balloons on her chest, loving this feeling of pushing her limits so hard. She turns around, raising her arms as she runs her hands through her mane, giving the fox a good look at all that extra back boob view, knowing full well those tits of hers were now engulfing part of her sides. “Mmmmf…fuck yes. Time to reward you for making it.” She motions come hitherly as she makes her way to her bedroom, this was going to be an anniversary to remember.