u/DangerousSumo

The doctor had seen every shade of “unusual” in a decade of family medicine, but the transfer note from Mark Kim’s prior physician was only two cryptic lines:

Hyperandrotrophism, advanced. Extraordinary proportions and extreme appetites. Good luck.

No measurements aside from his height. 5’ 8”. And his weight. It was norma for HAT men to be quite heavy due to their proportions, but this seemed too high even for that. There were no photos. No charts. Just that jaunty little good luck, like a wink scribbled in ink.

She pushed open the door to Exam 3 and the air hit her like a wall—warm, humid, thick with a clean, virile musk that wasn’t unpleasant so much as assertive. Like walking into a cedar sauna that had opinions it wanted you to know.

Mark sat on the reinforced exam table, legs comfortably wide, scrolling on his phone like he was waiting for a latte. Contrary to her expectation of an obese man, she found that he had a muscular build, though he wasn’t exactly shredded. He had golden-tan skin, handsome Asian features, square jaw, short black hair styled into a neat fauxhawk. A loose tank top clung to his shoulders. Gray sweatpants—crotchless, standard issue for hypers who’d transcended the concept of “pants”—hung low on his hips.

He glanced up and smiled, easy and lopsided. “Hey, Doctor. I’m Mark.”

His voice was warm and low … which was where the doctor’s gaze went.

So that’s where all the weight is. Between his thighs, two testicles the size of overinflated yoga balls rested on the tile, smooth and heavy, veins faintly visible beneath taut skin. They shifted with each breath, already swelling, as if observation alone counted as foreplay. Was that… a low gurgle?

Six feet of soft, thick cock lay draped casually over one thigh. The foreskin-shrouded head—bigger than her own—rested on the floor beside the table, leaving a small, clear puddle of precum on the tile. Even flaccid, it was thicker than his chest.

The doctor realized her mouth was open. She closed it. Firmly. Professionally. She tried to distract herself by glancing at the thermostat. It said 70. The room was not at 70.

Mark followed her line of sight. “Oh, right. Sorry about the climate change in here. My bad. I run hot. Al Gore sends me hate mail constantly.”

She stared at him. “Huh?”

He laughed. “Nevermind. Anyway. Heads up. If we’re doing a full exam, I may need to drain at some point or else these two will either break something or trap us in here.” He gestured at the titanic testes resting on the tile.

“Oh, uh, right,” said the doctor, forcing a chuckle that came out more nervous than she intended. She cleared her throat. “Mr. Kim. Mark. I think we’re going to need a bigger room.”

“Cool,” Mark said. “Do I need to sign a waiver, or does the room?”

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Disclaimer: I can be a bit flaky. I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or more between replies.

Kinks

Exact measurements and stats negotiable. This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, hyper body count, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems.

I will consider cock vore for those who enjoy it, but I like using NPCs as prey. Not my partner’s character.

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Schloorrrpph!

That was the sound as Mark slowly pulled inch after inch of fire-extinguisher-thick biological battering ram out of the stretched-out, ruined lips. His hand sank into her soft, fat cheek as he used it for leverage. He had to take a half-step back to give him enough room to pull the half-yard-plus of still-pulsing womb-stretcher from her.

Pop! The grapefruit-sized head came free, bobbing up and down. Syrupy precum drooled from its mouth. It shined with the slickness of his own seed and the genetics of the five women he surveyed.

They lay sprawled in exhausted, comical disarray across the room, their bellies ludicrously swollen like jiggly blimps from the absurd volumes of semen he'd pumped into them. Their pussies gaped open like wrecked tunnels one could drive a train through (he was the train), thick rivers of his creamy, viscous load pouring out in slow, gooey torrents that pooled on the floor and furniture. It rolled down the walls, dripped from the TV.

One dark-skinned beauty with a big, fat ass and thunderously thick thighs was slumped over the arm of the couch, her legs dangling limply. Another, also dark-skinned and boasting an equally jiggling massive rear and plush thighs that could crush watermelons, had ended up half-buried under scattered cushions. A brown-skinned stunner lay spread-eagle on the coffee table, its legs having snapped under the frantic pounding, leaving her perched at a ridiculous tilt. The athletic one, her toned muscles still twitching from the marathon, was face-down on the rug, face in a puddle of jizz, ass up like a surrendered flag. The fifth, a mix of soft curves and lingering energy, had slid down the wall into a heap, murmuring incoherently.

Mark surveyed the carnage with a wry grin. "Well," he muttered to himself, chuckling, "that's what I call a five-star review ... with extra stuffing." His nerdy side kicked in as he added, "Talk about a cream-filled weekend—hostess would be proud."

But with adrenaline wearing off, reality was reminding him it existed, like an unwanted phone notification. This wasn’t a “wipe the counters and crack a window” situation. This was industrial, the kind of mess that assumed a clipboard, latex gloves, and a surcharge. Mark—slightly shorter than people expected and built like a retired action figure who still lifted out of habit—stood there with his hands on his hips and exhaled through his nose.

“Yeah. No.” This was beyond him.

He was many things. A problem solver. A repeat offender. A man who respected professional cleaners and cultivated good relationships with them.

He glanced down at his still-eager cock. It was pulsing, ready, and as far as it was concerned, this had just been a warmup. His cantaloupe-sized balls greed—they were already subtly swelling again.

“Time to chill out and think,” he muttered, then took a cold shower long enough to be considered a philosophical retreat. Mark put on his gray sweatpants. It was an epic battle, and several times, Mark was not sure who the victor would be. But he prevailed in the end. He had to awkwardly grab his waistband and use his other hand to wrestle each titanic testicle into his pants, and after that, he had to fight with the foot-long wine-bottle-thick slab of flaccid member to get it in there. The fabric tried valiantly but was unable to hide anything.

He loaded his carry-on and backpack into the rental car, dashed back for his hat, then locked up the apartment for good.

On the sidewalk, he passed the AirBNB's owner. Mark flashed a friendly smile and a brief "Hey, thanks again!" The owner nodded, polite but faintly puzzled, clearly trying to reconcile the compact, broad-shouldered Korean dude in front of him with … whatever vibe the apartment currently had. Mark, blissfully unaware, took the nod at face value and kept walking.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Mark pulled out his phone and typed a text to the owner with his trademark lighthearted nonchalance:

"Hey! Your place was fantastic. Full disclosure: this cleanup is well above my pay grade and probably requires professionals. Please send me the bill and I’ll cover it, no hassle. Totally worth it. 😅"

He hit send, started the engine, and pulled away, already mentally filing the weekend under successful but logistically complex.

As the building disappeared in the rearview mirror, Mark adjusted his sunglasses, jaw set in quiet satisfaction.

Next town. New problems.

---

Thought this would be a fun idea! I’m not sure where this will go but I’m sure it will be amusing. Bring your ideas and let’s create something!

I’ve purposefully left the owner vague so you can fill in whatever you want. However, be aware that I’m only really interested in sex with female characters. Males and futas can still message to talk or react or whatever but I’m not interested in banging y’all.

Disclaimer: I can be a bit flaky. I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or more between replies.

Kinks

Exact measurements and stats negotiable. This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, hyper body count, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

The car was obnoxiously loud in every sense of the word. A Dodge Challenger wrapped satin purple like it was owned by the Third Street Saints. At least he hadn’t decided to run.

And it had to be a he.

Red and blue lights illuminated the dark scene rhythmically. The female officer’s polished shoes crunched over gravel as she approached the driver’s window. She tapped twice. It rolled down.

A wave of steam hit her. Hot. Cloying. Virile. There was no mistaking it. It was raw, sexual miasma.

A handsome face smiled up at her. The man looked Asian, square jaw, short black hair. He was wearing a tank top, exposing muscular golden arms, and … a towel. A suspicious sort of towel, draped over his lap.

It looked like he had decided to smuggle an entire dachshund underneath it. Something as big as a third thigh was draped over one of his strong legs. Between the slides on his feet, in the footwell, there was a small pool of thick white gunk. It looked like yogurt. As she shined her flashlight into his car, she’d notice some glitter twinkling from the passenger seat.

“Hello, officer!” he said, perhaps a little too cheerily. “What seems to be the problem?”

“License and registration.”

He nodded. “Sure, my wallet is in my center console. Just so you know,” he said. In a moment, he handed her the documents. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, officer?”

---

Sizes and measurements negotiable. I enjoy focusing on the kinks and story as much as the actual sex. And the story is flexible! Let’s get creative!

Disclaimer: I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or a week or more between replies.

Kinks

This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Schloorrrpph!

That was the sound as Mark slowly pulled inch after inch of fire-extinguisher-thick biological battering ram out of the stretched-out, ruined lips. His hand sank into her soft, fat cheek as he used it for leverage. He had to take a half-step back to give him enough room to pull the half-yard-plus of still-pulsing womb-stretcher from her.

Pop! The grapefruit-sized head came free, bobbing up and down. Syrupy precum drooled from its mouth. It shined with the slickness of his own seed and the genetics of the five women he surveyed.

They lay sprawled in exhausted, comical disarray across the room, their bellies ludicrously swollen like jiggly blimps from the absurd volumes of semen he'd pumped into them. Their pussies gaped open like wrecked tunnels one could drive a train through (he was the train), thick rivers of his creamy, viscous load pouring out in slow, gooey torrents that pooled on the floor and furniture. It rolled down the walls, dripped from the TV.

One dark-skinned beauty with a big, fat ass and thunderously thick thighs was slumped over the arm of the couch, her legs dangling limply. Another, also dark-skinned and boasting an equally jiggling massive rear and plush thighs that could crush watermelons, had ended up half-buried under scattered cushions. A brown-skinned stunner lay spread-eagle on the coffee table, its legs having snapped under the frantic pounding, leaving her perched at a ridiculous tilt. The athletic one, her toned muscles still twitching from the marathon, was face-down on the rug, face in a puddle of jizz, ass up like a surrendered flag. The fifth, a mix of soft curves and lingering energy, had slid down the wall into a heap, murmuring incoherently.

Mark surveyed the carnage with a wry grin. "Well," he muttered to himself, chuckling, "that's what I call a five-star review ... with extra stuffing." His nerdy side kicked in as he added, "Talk about a cream-filled weekend—hostess would be proud."

But with adrenaline wearing off, reality was reminding him it existed, like an unwanted phone notification. This wasn’t a “wipe the counters and crack a window” situation. This was industrial, the kind of mess that assumed a clipboard, latex gloves, and a surcharge. Mark—slightly shorter than people expected and built like a retired action figure who still lifted out of habit—stood there with his hands on his hips and exhaled through his nose.

“Yeah. No.” This was beyond him.

He was many things. A problem solver. A repeat offender. A man who respected professional cleaners and cultivated good relationships with them.

He glanced down at his still-eager cock. It was pulsing, ready, and as far as it was concerned, this had just been a warmup. His cantaloupe-sized balls greed—they were already subtly swelling again.

“Time to chill out and think,” he muttered, then took a cold shower long enough to be considered a philosophical retreat. Mark put on his gray sweatpants. It was an epic battle, and several times, Mark was not sure who the victor would be. But he prevailed in the end. He had to awkwardly grab his waistband and use his other hand to wrestle each titanic testicle into his pants, and after that, he had to fight with the foot-long wine-bottle-thick slab of flaccid member to get it in there. The fabric tried valiantly but was unable to hide anything.

He loaded his carry-on and backpack into the rental car, dashed back for his hat, then locked up the apartment for good.

On the sidewalk, he passed the AirBNB's owner. Mark flashed a friendly smile and a brief "Hey, thanks again!" The owner nodded, polite but faintly puzzled, clearly trying to reconcile the compact, broad-shouldered Korean dude in front of him with … whatever vibe the apartment currently had. Mark, blissfully unaware, took the nod at face value and kept walking.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Mark pulled out his phone and typed a text to the owner with his trademark lighthearted nonchalance:

"Hey! Your place was fantastic. Full disclosure: this cleanup is well above my pay grade and probably requires professionals. Please send me the bill and I’ll cover it, no hassle. Totally worth it. 😅"

He hit send, started the engine, and pulled away, already mentally filing the weekend under successful but logistically complex.

As the building disappeared in the rearview mirror, Mark adjusted his sunglasses, jaw set in quiet satisfaction.

Next town. New problems.

---

Thought this would be a fun idea! I’m not sure where this will go but I’m sure it will be amusing. Bring your ideas and let’s create something!

I’ve purposefully left the owner vague so you can fill in whatever you want. However, be aware that I’m only really interested in sex with female characters. Males and futas can still message to talk or react or whatever but I’m not interested in banging y’all.

Disclaimer: I can be a bit flaky. I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or more between replies.

Kinks

Exact measurements and stats negotiable. This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, hyper body count, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Why the hell would one person order an UberXL?

You had no idea, but he was waiting on Third and Kirby, and that was in the vicinity of a lot of bars and clubs. He also had an impeccable rating, so why not?

It wasn’t until you rolled up to the curb that you had some inkling about why one man would need an UberXL to himself.

The Body Equality Act had been old news for years. As part of it, men with hyperandrotrophism, so-called “hypers,” could legally wear crotchless pants if they were so hung that they could not reasonably find clothing. There were, of course, no shortage of brands that catered to the hyper-hung—it’s just that such clothing could get prohibitively expensive for larger guys, if not impossible to find.

And this guy….

He was unmistakable. From his picture, you could tell that Mark was handsome and mixed Asian, with short, dark hair, a strong jaw, and a thick neck. He was quite muscular, and apparently he had to be. He was nicely dressed in a pair of gray jeans and a purple henley. What the picture didn’t prepare you for was the rest of him.

Most hyper males had a cock maybe a few feet long when erect. Balls maybe as big as pumpkins.

Mark was sitting. ON HIS BALLS. They were each as big as a yoga ball. He had his cock slung over one shoulder. It seemed to be as long as he was tall and limp!

Pedestrians were pointing. A couple took pictures. He hadn’t noticed the vehicle yet. You texted him through Uber to get his attention.

He looked at his phone, then at the van.

He swung his legs backward, getting behind his balls so he could lift them as he stood. He smiled and came over. Those nuts swung ponderously, hovering just a few inches off the floor, jiggling with every step. His gigantic glans swung behind his back.

Leaning toward your passenger window, he said “Hey, I’m Mark!”

When you confirmed, he grinned and started getting in. “Alright, this is gonna be real awkward for both of us. Just … give me a sec to Tetris myself in.”

Reaching sideways, he opened the SUV’s door. With a practiced movement, he lifted one gigantic ball into the car, pushed, slid his leg in, sat in the seat, grabbed handfuls of inch-thick scrotal flesh, and pulled his right nut into the car. Now he was sort of sitting in the middle of the bench with one nut behind each seat. But his cock had flopped out of the open door. He wrapped one arm around in it in a bearhug and hauled it into the car. A condom was stretched over the massive head, barely containing a volleyball-sized load of precum that sloshed visibly.

Only once everything was (mostly) inside could he close the door.

That’s when the heady smell of his organs filled the vehicle. It wasn’t unclean, but it was … virile. A cloying, masculine musk. The unmistakable scent of sex and a truly gargantuan cock.

Mark leaned back as much as he could, one arm still resting on his own cock like it was an oversized pet, and shot you a crooked grin.

“So… how many passengers do I count as? I’m thinking at least three. Maybe throw in a service animal fee too.”

---

Sizes and measurements negotiable. I enjoy focusing on the kinks and story as much as the actual sex. And the story is flexible! Let’s get creative!

Disclaimer: I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or a week or more between replies.

Kinks

This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Why the hell would one person order an UberXL?

You had no idea, but he was waiting on Third and Kirby, and that was in the vicinity of a lot of bars and clubs. He also had an impeccable rating, so why not?

It wasn’t until you rolled up to the curb that you had some inkling about why one man would need an UberXL to himself.

The Body Equality Act had been old news for years. As part of it, men with hyperandrotrophism, so-called “hypers,” could legally wear crotchless pants if they were so hung that they could not reasonably find clothing. There were, of course, no shortage of brands that catered to the hyper-hung—it’s just that such clothing could get prohibitively expensive for larger guys, if not impossible to find.

And this guy….

He was unmistakable. From his picture, you could tell that Mark was handsome and mixed Asian, with short, dark hair, a strong jaw, and a thick neck. He was quite muscular, and apparently he had to be. He was nicely dressed in a pair of gray jeans and a purple henley. What the picture didn’t prepare you for was the rest of him.

Most hyper males had a cock maybe a few feet long when erect. Balls maybe as big as pumpkins.

Mark was sitting. ON HIS BALLS. They were each as big as a yoga ball. He had his cock slung over one shoulder. It seemed to be as long as he was tall and limp!

Pedestrians were pointing. A couple took pictures. He hadn’t noticed the vehicle yet. You texted him through Uber to get his attention.

He looked at his phone, then at the van.

He swung his legs backward, getting behind his balls so he could lift them as he stood. He smiled and came over. Those nuts swung ponderously, hovering just a few inches off the floor, jiggling with every step. His gigantic glans swung behind his back.

Leaning toward your passenger window, he said “Hey, I’m Mark!”

When you confirmed, he grinned and started getting in. “Alright, this is gonna be real awkward for both of us. Just … give me a sec to Tetris myself in.”

Reaching sideways, he opened the SUV’s door. With a practiced movement, he lifted one gigantic ball into the car, pushed, slid his leg in, sat in the seat, grabbed handfuls of inch-thick scrotal flesh, and pulled his right nut into the car. Now he was sort of sitting in the middle of the bench with one nut behind each seat. But his cock had flopped out of the open door. He wrapped one arm around in it in a bearhug and hauled it into the car. A condom was stretched over the massive head, barely containing a volleyball-sized load of precum that sloshed visibly.

Only once everything was (mostly) inside could he close the door.

That’s when the heady smell of his organs filled the vehicle. It wasn’t unclean, but it was … virile. A cloying, masculine musk. The unmistakable scent of sex and a truly gargantuan cock.

Mark leaned back as much as he could, one arm still resting on his own cock like it was an oversized pet, and shot you a crooked grin.

“So… how many passengers do I count as? I’m thinking at least three. Maybe throw in a service animal fee too.”

---

Sizes and measurements negotiable. I enjoy focusing on the kinks and story as much as the actual sex. And the story is flexible! Let’s get creative!

Disclaimer: I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or a week or more between replies.

Kinks

This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Why the hell would one person order an UberXL?

You had no idea, but he was waiting on Third and Kirby, and that was in the vicinity of a lot of bars and clubs. He also had an impeccable rating, so why not?

It wasn’t until you rolled up to the curb that you had some inkling about why one man would need an UberXL to himself.

The Body Equality Act had been old news for years. As part of it, men with hyperandrotrophism, so-called “hypers,” could legally wear crotchless pants if they were so hung that they could not reasonably find clothing. There were, of course, no shortage of brands that catered to the hyper-hung—it’s just that such clothing could get prohibitively expensive for larger guys, if not impossible to find.

And this guy….

He was unmistakable. From his picture, you could tell that Mark was handsome and mixed Asian, with short, dark hair, a strong jaw, and a thick neck. He was quite muscular, and apparently he had to be. He was nicely dressed in a pair of gray jeans and a purple henley. What the picture didn’t prepare you for was the rest of him.

Most hyper males had a cock maybe a few feet long when erect. Balls maybe as big as pumpkins.

Mark was sitting. ON HIS BALLS. They were each as big as a yoga ball. He had his cock slung over one shoulder. It seemed to be as long as he was tall and limp!

Pedestrians were pointing. A couple took pictures. He hadn’t noticed the vehicle yet. You texted him through Uber to get his attention.

He looked at his phone, then at the van.

He swung his legs backward, getting behind his balls so he could lift them as he stood. He smiled and came over. Those nuts swung ponderously, hovering just a few inches off the floor, jiggling with every step. His gigantic glans swung behind his back.

Leaning toward your passenger window, he said “Hey, I’m Mark!”

When you confirmed, he grinned and started getting in. “Alright, this is gonna be real awkward for both of us. Just … give me a sec to Tetris myself in.”

Reaching sideways, he opened the SUV’s door. With a practiced movement, he lifted one gigantic ball into the car, pushed, slid his leg in, sat in the seat, grabbed handfuls of inch-thick scrotal flesh, and pulled his right nut into the car. Now he was sort of sitting in the middle of the bench with one nut behind each seat. But his cock had flopped out of the open door. He wrapped one arm around in it in a bearhug and hauled it into the car. A condom was stretched over the massive head, barely containing a volleyball-sized load of precum that sloshed visibly.

Only once everything was (mostly) inside could he close the door.

That’s when the heady smell of his organs filled the vehicle. It wasn’t unclean, but it was … virile. A cloying, masculine musk. The unmistakable scent of sex and a truly gargantuan cock.

Mark leaned back as much as he could, one arm still resting on his own cock like it was an oversized pet, and shot you a crooked grin.

“So… how many passengers do I count as? I’m thinking at least three. Maybe throw in a service animal fee too.”

---

Sizes and measurements negotiable. I enjoy focusing on the kinks and story as much as the actual sex. And the story is flexible! Let’s get creative!

Disclaimer: I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or a week or more between replies.

Kinks

This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Schloorrrpph!

That was the sound as Mark slowly pulled inch after inch of fire-extinguisher-thick biological battering ram out of the stretched-out, ruined lips. His hand sank into her soft, fat cheek as he used it for leverage. He had to take a half-step back to give him enough room to pull the half-yard-plus of still-pulsing womb-stretcher from her.

Pop! The grapefruit-sized head came free, bobbing up and down. Syrupy precum drooled from its mouth. It shined with the slickness of his own seed and the genetics of the five women he surveyed.

They lay sprawled in exhausted, comical disarray across the room, their bellies ludicrously swollen like jiggly blimps from the absurd volumes of semen he'd pumped into them. Their pussies gaped open like wrecked tunnels one could drive a train through (he was the train), thick rivers of his creamy, viscous load pouring out in slow, gooey torrents that pooled on the floor and furniture. It rolled down the walls, dripped from the TV.

One dark-skinned beauty with a big, fat ass and thunderously thick thighs was slumped over the arm of the couch, her legs dangling limply. Another, also dark-skinned and boasting an equally jiggling massive rear and plush thighs that could crush watermelons, had ended up half-buried under scattered cushions. A brown-skinned stunner lay spread-eagle on the coffee table, its legs having snapped under the frantic pounding, leaving her perched at a ridiculous tilt. The athletic one, her toned muscles still twitching from the marathon, was face-down on the rug, face in a puddle of jizz, ass up like a surrendered flag. The fifth, a mix of soft curves and lingering energy, had slid down the wall into a heap, murmuring incoherently.

Mark surveyed the carnage with a wry grin. "Well," he muttered to himself, chuckling, "that's what I call a five-star review ... with extra stuffing." His nerdy side kicked in as he added, "Talk about a cream-filled weekend—hostess would be proud."

But with adrenaline wearing off, reality was reminding him it existed, like an unwanted phone notification. This wasn’t a “wipe the counters and crack a window” situation. This was industrial, the kind of mess that assumed a clipboard, latex gloves, and a surcharge. Mark—slightly shorter than people expected and built like a retired action figure who still lifted out of habit—stood there with his hands on his hips and exhaled through his nose.

“Yeah. No.” This was beyond him.

He was many things. A problem solver. A repeat offender. A man who respected professional cleaners and cultivated good relationships with them.

He glanced down at his still-eager cock. It was pulsing, ready, and as far as it was concerned, this had just been a warmup. His cantaloupe-sized balls greed—they were already subtly swelling again.

“Time to chill out and think,” he muttered, then took a cold shower long enough to be considered a philosophical retreat. Mark put on his gray sweatpants. It was an epic battle, and several times, Mark was not sure who the victor would be. But he prevailed in the end. He had to awkwardly grab his waistband and use his other hand to wrestle each titanic testicle into his pants, and after that, he had to fight with the foot-long wine-bottle-thick slab of flaccid member to get it in there. The fabric tried valiantly but was unable to hide anything.

He loaded his carry-on and backpack into the rental car, dashed back for his hat, then locked up the apartment for good.

On the sidewalk, he passed the AirBNB's owner. Mark flashed a friendly smile and a brief "Hey, thanks again!" The owner nodded, polite but faintly puzzled, clearly trying to reconcile the compact, broad-shouldered Korean dude in front of him with … whatever vibe the apartment currently had. Mark, blissfully unaware, took the nod at face value and kept walking.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Mark pulled out his phone and typed a text to the owner with his trademark lighthearted nonchalance:

"Hey! Your place was fantastic. Full disclosure: this cleanup is well above my pay grade and probably requires professionals. Please send me the bill and I’ll cover it, no hassle. Totally worth it. 😅"

He hit send, started the engine, and pulled away, already mentally filing the weekend under successful but logistically complex.

As the building disappeared in the rearview mirror, Mark adjusted his sunglasses, jaw set in quiet satisfaction.

Next town. New problems.

---

Thought this would be a fun idea! I’m not sure where this will go but I’m sure it will be amusing. Bring your ideas and let’s create something!

I’ve purposefully left the owner vague so you can fill in whatever you want. However, be aware that I’m only really interested in sex with female characters. Males and futas can still message to talk or react or whatever but I’m not interested in banging y’all.

Disclaimer: I can be a bit flaky. I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or more between replies.

Kinks

Exact measurements and stats negotiable. This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, hyper body count, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff

Schloorrrpph!

That was the sound as Mark slowly pulled inch after inch of fire-extinguisher-thick biological battering ram out of the stretched-out, ruined lips. His hand sank into her soft, fat cheek as he used it for leverage. He had to take a half-step back to give him enough room to pull the half-yard-plus of still-pulsing womb-stretcher from her.

Pop! The grapefruit-sized head came free, bobbing up and down. Syrupy precum drooled from its mouth. It shined with the slickness of his own seed and the genetics of the five women he surveyed.

They lay sprawled in exhausted, comical disarray across the room, their bellies ludicrously swollen like jiggly blimps from the absurd volumes of semen he'd pumped into them. Their pussies gaped open like wrecked tunnels one could drive a train through (he was the train), thick rivers of his creamy, viscous load pouring out in slow, gooey torrents that pooled on the floor and furniture. It rolled down the walls, dripped from the TV.

One dark-skinned beauty with a big, fat ass and thunderously thick thighs was slumped over the arm of the couch, her legs dangling limply. Another, also dark-skinned and boasting an equally jiggling massive rear and plush thighs that could crush watermelons, had ended up half-buried under scattered cushions. A brown-skinned stunner lay spread-eagle on the coffee table, its legs having snapped under the frantic pounding, leaving her perched at a ridiculous tilt. The athletic one, her toned muscles still twitching from the marathon, was face-down on the rug, face in a puddle of jizz, ass up like a surrendered flag. The fifth, a mix of soft curves and lingering energy, had slid down the wall into a heap, murmuring incoherently.

Mark surveyed the carnage with a wry grin. "Well," he muttered to himself, chuckling, "that's what I call a five-star review ... with extra stuffing." His nerdy side kicked in as he added, "Talk about a cream-filled weekend—hostess would be proud."

But with adrenaline wearing off, reality was reminding him it existed, like an unwanted phone notification. This wasn’t a “wipe the counters and crack a window” situation. This was industrial, the kind of mess that assumed a clipboard, latex gloves, and a surcharge. Mark—slightly shorter than people expected and built like a retired action figure who still lifted out of habit—stood there with his hands on his hips and exhaled through his nose.

“Yeah. No.” This was beyond him.

He was many things. A problem solver. A repeat offender. A man who respected professional cleaners and cultivated good relationships with them.

He glanced down at his still-eager cock. It was pulsing, ready, and as far as it was concerned, this had just been a warmup. His cantaloupe-sized balls greed—they were already subtly swelling again.

“Time to chill out and think,” he muttered, then took a cold shower long enough to be considered a philosophical retreat. Mark put on his gray sweatpants. It was an epic battle, and several times, Mark was not sure who the victor would be. But he prevailed in the end. He had to awkwardly grab his waistband and use his other hand to wrestle each titanic testicle into his pants, and after that, he had to fight with the foot-long wine-bottle-thick slab of flaccid member to get it in there. The fabric tried valiantly but was unable to hide anything.

He loaded his carry-on and backpack into the rental car, dashed back for his hat, then locked up the apartment for good.

On the sidewalk, he passed the AirBNB's owner. Mark flashed a friendly smile and a brief "Hey, thanks again!" The owner nodded, polite but faintly puzzled, clearly trying to reconcile the compact, broad-shouldered Korean dude in front of him with … whatever vibe the apartment currently had. Mark, blissfully unaware, took the nod at face value and kept walking.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Mark pulled out his phone and typed a text to the owner with his trademark lighthearted nonchalance:

"Hey! Your place was fantastic. Full disclosure: this cleanup is well above my pay grade and probably requires professionals. Please send me the bill and I’ll cover it, no hassle. Totally worth it. 😅"

He hit send, started the engine, and pulled away, already mentally filing the weekend under successful but logistically complex.

As the building disappeared in the rearview mirror, Mark adjusted his sunglasses, jaw set in quiet satisfaction.

Next town. New problems.

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Thought this would be a fun idea! I’m not sure where this will go but I’m sure it will be amusing. Bring your ideas and let’s create something!

I’ve purposefully left the owner vague so you can fill in whatever you want. However, be aware that I’m only really interested in sex with female characters. Males and futas can still message to talk or react or whatever but I’m not interested in banging y’all.

Disclaimer: I can be a bit flaky. I don't have a lot of time for RP. It may be days or more between replies.

Kinks

Exact measurements and stats negotiable. This is a non-exhaustive list. If you don't see it, ask!

Favorites: Hyper cocks/balls and growth, cum inflation, ball swelling, hyper promiscuity, hyper body count, musk (not body odor) and possibly residual slickness, romance, interracial, big asses/thighs, athletic or muscular women, younger women, hyper problems

Limits: Rape, furries, scat/piss/toilet stuff