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