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“What a day." Scott opined to himself as he burst through the front door of his home and hung his jacket on the coat rack. His boots were covered with mud and shit, but not the crusty, dry shit that was easy to knock off and ignore. No, he had a thick layer of slime from his boot tips to his knees that smelled so bad he considered leaving them on the front porch to air out and bake in the sun.

Scott lived and worked on a farm, far away from the city and even pretty well distanced from his nearest neighbours. He liked the solitude and it offered him the freedom to act as he wished but it did come with some pretty hefty expenses. Running a cattle farm or ranch or growing crops was hardly a viable job in the modern economy for most people, but Scott did a little bit of all three and that ensured that, even when one pillar of his sales faltered the other two would make up the slack. Plus, since he lived on the farm in which he worked, he could successfully write anything off on his taxes!

The man didn't live a luxurious life by any means but he wasn't living in squalor, either. Well, aside from the literal shit he had to deal with on a daily basis.

His farm had a wide range of crops and livestock as well as a small herd of horses. He grew corn and soy and carrots and potatoes on the back lot and had a series of fields including horses, cows, pigs, and sheep closer to the house. He grew the crops to sell and feed his animals, and used the manure from his livestock to nourish the crops as best he could. Circle of life, and all that.

While most days were more or less uneventful and monotonous, this day was a bit different. While he was cleaning stalls and checking the carrots to ensure they were growing, he came across a broken fence post where the horse pasture met the cow field, which was also right next to the stables for both of them. Panicked, he rushed to the area to make sure everyone was okay and accounted for and in the process tripped in the mud and landed so close to a cow pie he nearly faceplanted in it.

Luckily, every cow and every horse was accounted for and there were no injuries so he had no problem declaring the issue to be averted. One of the livestock must have been spooked and simply kicked the post in half. That or one of them was rubbing their haunches on it and got a little too rough.

His first instinct was to shower, since he fell and got coated from the knees down in muck, but he respected his animals more than that and knew that fixing the fence was more important. So, after collecting some boards and a post, he dug out he broken wood and spent much of the day repairing it.

Then, once all the animals were fed, all the stalls were cleaned, and all the crops were inspected, it was time for Scott to finally head back to the homestead and get clean before eating that lovely stew he had simmering in the slow cooker since sunrise.

It was the weekend now, for most people. Farmers don't get weekends and animals always need to be cared for, but it did mean he could spend a bit less time on the administrative side of the job. No accounting, no calling up lawyers or bankers or anything else, just he and his animals and the others who called the farm home. He wasn't the only one who lived there.

Apollo was the muscle of the operation, a thickly built bull who stood on two legs. He was a friend of Scott's and a hell of a worker but he was also known to finish his work and leave early. Of course, farm life is more about how much gets done than the time it takes to be completed. If Apollo could do his portion of the work in half the time it took Scott, then he earned that afternoon off.

There were others who lived there as well but Scott rarely interacted with them. They had their chores, they got paid their salary just like Apollo, and they mostly kept to themselves while getting their work done mostly overnight. Nocturnals were naturally like that. They also had their own building on the property between the homestead and the cow barn.

All of this contributed to a familiar sense of isolation after he came in through the front door and found that the homestead was empty. This was not uncommon. Half the crew slept at this time of the afternoon and Apollo was probably in town and due home any minute, leaving Scott to his own devices. Part of him wanted to relax and rub one off, but the rest of him desperately needed a shower!

Of course, the clean part of him was what ended up winning him over. He peeled his boots off and left them by the front door and followed that up by disrobing from his overalls by tossing them down the laundry chute. One of the night owls would take care of that and have them clean for him by morning if they did their job.

Content, he strutted down the hall towards the kitchen, drawn by the scent of the stew that was cooking. Had there been a cartoonish wisp of steam coming out, he'd have hovered his way to its source; anything was better than the smell on his boots and overalls!

Upon entering the kitchen the first thing he noticed was not the bubbling crock pot full of meat and potatoes and broth, but instead a glass flask filled with a burgundy concoction and corked at the top with a lovely bow around the neck. Next to it was a folded letter with the name 'Kayla' on it. Curious, he investigated, briefly flipping open the letter to read a few lines of what it said.

He was mostly skimming, but the parts he got was that this was for a friend of Apollo, some out-of-towner who would be visiting for the weekend and might arrive before Apollo did. The brew wasn't wine or juice but a potion with some pretty intense transformative effects specific to her species. There was a warning at the bottom but Scott figured it was beyond his concern, not relevant to him. Sure, it greatly intrigued Scott to learn more but he needed a nice hot shower and he had an insatiable desire to be clean, to wipe away the stench of work so he could enjoy a meal and some TV.

Of course, knowing Apollo it was likely that whatever the potion contained was going to be quite lewd, even if it was laid out on his kitchen island near the cooking food. Scott would love to try out some kinky potion play some time, but was often too reserved to outright ask for it. Secretly, he hoped that his roommates would involve him more but he lacked the brash nature to insert himself.

Having just barely pried himself away from the curiosity that was the bottle of potion, he grabbed a spoon and sampled some of the stew before heading upstairs to his luxurious bathroom.

He may have been a relatively humble farmer but he went all out on his bathroom. Tiles up the wall to ensure it didn't matter how long he stayed in there no paint would peel, a standing shower, a hot tub with jets and bubbles to clean in, a sauna in the corner should he wish to go that route, and a full bodied mirror next to each of the two sinks. There was also a mirror on the back of the door so he could watch himself masturbate if he wished but he rarely found use in that.

Humans weren't his thing. He wasn't his own type, it seemed.

After peeling off the last of his clothes and tossing them down another chute to the laundry room in the basement – he was directly above the front door where he'd dropped his overalls, thus adding to the pile down there – he reached into the standing shower and turned on the hot water. It took a moment to heat up, but after a day smothered in cold mud and manure he had no interest in dealing with more cold, wet environments.

Within less than a minute a heavy steam started billowing out of the shower, fogging up the mirrors and windows on their upper half. He tested the temperature with his hands and adjusted the faucet before jumping in, letting the heat cascade over his form.

Instantly all of his cares and concerns melted away as the hot water hit his skin. The steam kept the room humid, a thick fog that filled the bathroom and made it hard for him to even see the door he came in through. He cradled his hands in front of his face to collect some of the flowing liquid to dump it over his head and neck, sleeking back his hair in the process. A waterfall crashed down his back and between his rump cheeks before splashing on the ground below, taking dirt and debris with it.

Absolutely nothing quite compared to a warm shower. The heat, the sensation of the fluid, the moisture in the air, the cleaning sensation of having mess washed away, and the solitude of it all was exactly the sort of thing that Scott loved about the end of his every day at work. Sure, cleaning up after animals, tending to crops, and repairing machines was a lot of work, but he knew he was alive every day and a nice, hot shower was exactly the exclamation point he needed to finish his day.

Well, that and some food, TV, and perhaps some kinky fun with friends if available.

As he leaned against the wall with his neck arched and spine under the showerhead, he felt the slight vibration that came with the slamming of the door below him. The bathroom was just above the front door so it made sense he'd feel that even if it wasn't slammed, but it still caught his attention due to how rough it all sounded. Must have been Apollo coming home.

This told him that Apollo must have not had a great afternoon in town. Perhaps someone tried to pick a fight with him or he didn't find a partner to bring home with him. Either way, the stomping and slamming that Scott heard was exactly the sort of thing that might have taken him out of the casual bliss that he enjoyed in the shower so he turned up the heat and put his head under the water to drown out any sounds that may pluck him from this heaven.

It didn't work. Even after positioning himself in such a way that the water was practically drumming on the lobe of his ear, he could still feel the janky vibrations that came with every stomp. This proved to be quite annoying but he wasn't going to let it upset him. He still had to clean with soap and wash his hair, so he proceeded to do that knowing very well that he had to deal with a grumpy bovine once he left the shower and might be better off extending his stay.

Of course, it wasn't long at all before the stomping made its way to the kitchen and then paused for a moment. Whoever it was, they were either checking out the soup or the potion. About a minute later, the sound of glass landing but not breaking on the floor could be heard even through the steady patter of the shower. From there, the stomping continued up the stairs, as if it was looking for him. Scott internally groaned, noting that sometimes even the hardest workers didn't get time off.

Just as the source of the noise stopped outside the door, Scott headbutted the wall and rolled his eyes. “Yes, come in if you must." He invited, knowing that if it was a grumpy Apollo there was a good chance he'd come in anyway. The bathroom was big but it was the only one in the house.

To Scott's surprise and delight, it wasn't Apollo who came through the door but instead it was a giraffe poking her head in through the cracked opening; likely Kayla. They were immeasurably tall, having to crouch down to not hit their head on the ceiling. “O-oh, I didn't realize your shower didn't have a curtain." She offered as an apology before going to pull her head back out of the room.

Scott knew that if she had dared knock while he was in the shower it must have been important, so he stopped her before she closed the door. “No, it's fine. Just, I guess I'll turn away so you don't see anything." He offered, knowing he'd have to obscure and hide his slowly growing member. While his willingness to allow her to use the facilities before he finished his shower was pure, a part of him was feeling frisky and the desire he felt for companionship drove him to act a bit more risque than usual.

“O-oh, okay! Sorry about that, there's just no bathroom downstairs and I gotta wash myself. Got some potion on my lips and fingers when I drank it and-"

“You drank the potion? All of it?" Scott interjected, more shocked than impatient.

She laughed. “Yeah, it was pretty good but had an essence of medication in its flavour." She then walked into the bathroom and closed the door, revealing to Scott that she was not only completely nude but gloriously well endowed both in bosom and groin. She may have been a she, but she had a cock and a fairly sizeable pair of balls hanging between her legs. Furthermore, she was at half-mast with her member drooped down low enough that it may have touched her knees!

The image of her length slimy with arousal and drooling precum onto the floor made Scott do a double take, rendering him unable to speak for a moment as she strutted by, couching down to ensure her head didn't scrape across the ceiling. Only once she made it to the bathroom sink to wash her hands did he gather the self-control to say something to her. “So, uh, Kayla was it? What exactly was that potion made to do? Is there a reason you're nude walking through my house?"

“Oh, it's supposed to greatly increase my virility. Apollo and I were planning on having a bit of fun out in the barn and, uh-" she turned to lean against the bathroom sink, member throbbing and bobbing in place while it slowly grew to almost fully erect, its tapered and sleek-textured shaft glistening with her natural arousal. “Well, I think it took effect a bit sooner than I expected. Apollo said he'd be home soon and, hey, I don't suppose you'd invite me into the shower with you, would ya?" She then pushed off and made her way across the tile floor of the bathroom, slouched over and eyes trained on Scott's nude form.

By this point he was so entranced by what he saw he didn't even bother covering his body or maintaining any sort of modesty in the presence of this brazen giraffe gal. He was hard as could be but didn't want to outright ask her for anything so he just gulped and moved to stay under the hot water in a vain attempt to maybe tame his loins and relax a bit.

She took that last step forward so that she was standing tall above him, her head perched over the top of the shower stall and looking down at him, cock pressed against the glass and smearing her fluids all over. “Well? You gonna let me in, or what? Not sure what's got your tongue."

He gulped and glanced around as he backed against the wall, eager to keep his cool but still a bit intimidated. “S-sure, I guess. I, just, wasn't there some sort of warning on the bottle you should heed before downing it all like that?"

“Who actually reads warnings? Probably just something about not using the potion when on other medication or drinking alcohol." She pressed her chest against the glass with her cock smearing against the glass between the pane and her belly while propping her elbows up on the edge of the shower. “You really think Apollo would feed either of us something he didn't trust?"

Scott pondered that for a moment before agreeing with her. “You're right. Apollo's a bit of a kinkster but he's not cruel." His member was throbbing with each beat of his heart as the plausibility of feeling that massive cock – which had to be the girth of his forearm at the base – inside him got his blood flowing hot. “But if you must, there are condoms under the sink. You know, play it safe."

Kayla nodded. “Good thinking." She acknowledged as she pulled away from the shower, a slimy bridge of fluids forming and stretching between the tip of her cock and the splattered spot on the glass of the shower pane that didn't break and fall to the ground until she was halfway across the room. She then bent over with her tail up to look under the sink, revealing to Scott that she had a gloriously plump pair of pussy lips between her legs as well. “Here?" She inquired as her pussy drooled.

“Y-yeah! That's it." Scott confirmed, not really paying attention.

When she turned and stood back up, member parallel to the floor, she read the label on the box of condoms. “Fit for a stallion, a bull, or a dragon, they say. Doesn't say anything about giraffes but I suppose we'll have to improvise." Her long black tongue slid out and writhed in anticipation, a single bead of drool flicking off the tip of it. She clearly was excited to fool around with Scott.

But he was feeling a bit apprehensive. His kinky side had taken over, for sure, but he still got the impression he was missing something or was otherwise failing to factor something into the situation he found himself in. It was almost too fortunate that she so randomly entered his abode and so willingly offered herself to him. Although, the fact that she was hung like a stallion made him truly understand just how obvious it was that it was himself up for offer on that pike of hers. Huge difference.

In fact, the more he thought about it the more exciting it was that he was about to be impaled.

He opened up the shower door to let her in, eagerly encouraging his guest to not wait before slipping past the glass. “Well, what are you waiting for?" He asked, hand outstretched to guide her.

She smiled back and practically leapt into the shower next to him, cock quickly throbbing to full girth and firmness before his very eyes. Though no water had touched her member, the pink flesh of it was glistening as beads of liquid trickled down its length towards her sheath, a liquid that emitted a powerful aroma blending that of the musk of a bull with the sweetness of a mare. An interesting concoction, to be sure, but nothing that Scott wasn't used to and certainly the sort of blend that hit all the right notes for him. As he stared, she ripped the wrapper off the condom and placed it on her tip.

“Well? Gonna help me out or not?" She asked, motioning for him to roll it over her length.

“What? No, I think it's best to, you know, handle it." He insisted, masking the fact that he wanted to feel its length worming its way down his throat as it sprayed jet after jet of seed into him.

Kayla seemed disappointed but went with it. She shrugged and smiled as she wrapped her palm around the base of her cock while the fingers from her other hand rolled the condom from tip to base. She never took her eyes off him, trying her best to distract him from the image of a thick sheen of silken arousal forming a barrier between her flesh and the inside of the condom; that could have made it slip and fall off and Scott knew that but she didn't want him thinking about it.

She didn't need to focus on the distraction. Scott couldn't take his eyes off her member! Not only was it practically dripping with arousal, it was thicker around than his bicep at the base and looked like it possessed the strength and dexterity of a dolphin's! They can grab things with their cock, Scott reminded himself, and the fantasy of having that thing inside him worming its way around and rearranging his insides made him so hard he couldn't tell if it was water trickling off the tip of his cock or if it was the precum his body had been saving up all day.

He had very little time to contemplate it, because Kayla grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around, and pressed his cheek to the window as she wrapped her hand around her cock and guided the tip up between his cheeks, the natural lubricant of the condom mixing with the water in a way that made it even slicker than it would have been otherwise!

“Hnpgh! Hey, you wanna hold off a bit?" He whined, hands pressed flat to the glass and rump pulled far enough out that he was practically being held in place by her hand wrapped around his belly.

Kayla leaned down next to him and whispered in his ear. “You're gonna have to think up a safe word within the next three seconds if you want out, now." She then licked him, her long tongue cradling his ear and sliming up his cheek away from the stream of running water. “So what is it?"

Panicked, he blurted out the first thing he saw. “Khakis! That's my safe word. Khakis!"

“Good, now that we know that, be sure to say it loud if I'm being too rough." Though she had prepared him orally, she didn't give him enough time to speak before ramming herself into him, bucking her hips and plunging half of her tapered length into his rump to have her tip worm its way as deep as it could go! This made him gasp and clench tight, but this lasted only a moment before he felt the tingle that came with the friction and tension as his rump was dilated to accommodate her.

The pressure on his prostate milked him and coaxed a steady flow of precum out the tip of his cock as her breasts pressed against the back of his head, squishing him against the glass of the shower wall. He tried pushing back against her but found himself to be entirely pinned in place, one hand on his lower back keeping his spine dipped and rump exposed as she started gently grinding against him.

When she pulled out of him, the water cascading over them both, she paused for only a moment with her hands on his haunches and chest keeping him pinned to the glass before bucking once again! This time she went deeper, but her cock twitched and slithered its way in such a manner that it practically tugged itself in, hooking the tip on his bowels and rearranging him every step of the way!

This made his toes curl, and that's when he noticed that his feet were no longer on the floor! Kayla had hoisted him up to keep his hips at her height, his weight buoyed by the strength of her cock at one end and the grip of her fingers in the middle, all aided by the weight of his face squished against the glass with the help of her breasts. In addition to not having solid footing, he could barely breathe in between her tits, but he barely even noticed that since it wasn't much different from being held under steaming hot water that he couldn't inhale.

And yet, despite his complacency in it all, it wasn't long at all before he felt that full-bodied tingling sensation that encapsulated him from one end to the other as his brain started to go fuzzy. The lack of oxygen was altering his perceptions by putting him in a semi-lucid state, but it enhanced the sensations of being pounded by Kayla tenfold, so much so that the grinding of the underside of her shaft against his prostate – his P-spot – was keeping him in a state on the verge of persistent orgasm.

In and out she thrust, bucking her powerful hips into his with a power even most stallions would be jealous of. The harder she pushed the more difficult it was to keep him hoisted up so she let his feet down to the soaked floor of the shower before arching her own back and trying again, changing the angle to be even more aggressive against his P-spot, forcing a steady, gooey stream of cloudy precum to escape his cock tip to get lost in the water below him.

Her every thrust dilated his rump far wider than he expected. With stallions, it was just one thick shaft plunging in and out of him, and with Apollo it was narrow and tapered but nowhere near this level and her cock was constantly changing its direction to better get deeper. She slammed her hips to his, cock curling inside him to tug his guts before pulling back out with a guttural squelch that could be heard even amidst the steady roar of the water cascading out of the shower head. He could feel his ass remaining open, gaped and dilated in the absence of her thick shaft as she pulled away and left only the tip resting inside him for her next thrust, a tenderness unrivalled by all but the most virile of stallions.

Perhaps it was the slight lack of oxygen, or perhaps it was the combination of cock in his ass and breasts smothering his face. Either way, he was happy with what was happening and was happy to be a complete and total cum slut for her. He wanted her to finish inside him, to bloat his belly and turn him into a fleshy human balloon; after all, the condom was expected to take a stallion's load five times over, it would surely handle anything she had to offer even if her balls were the size of small footballs!

Little did he know just what it was he was in for. He'd signed up for more than he was able to handle and his enthusiasm brought her to orgasm in half the time she had expected. By pushing back to have her twisting length worm its way deep into his bowels every time, his rump cheeks slapping against her lap with each motion and his pucker throbbing in delight every time she pulled out, it wasn't long at all before she pushed twice as hard and stopped thrusting. Her cock curled inside him, tugging his bowels towards his rump while its length throbbed and a series of spurts of precum started filling the condom!

It felt to him like he was being knotted, the curled up, gnarled length of her prehensile cock balled up inside him and tugging, as well as the slow throb of her heartbeat pulsating in her member all combined with the steady inflation of the condom filling up. He just about came instantly, but then her length unfurled itself within him to become entirely straight as another series of twitches ran down it.

Her member had gotten into a place far deeper than he expected, deeper even than Apollo or any stallion he'd been with. This made sense, given her height and presumed need to get deep with her partners. However, what this also meant was that when she started nickering at him and twitching, cock violently twitching as she pumped the condom full of seed, she didn't stop. Her size overall coupled with her oversized balls and Scott's relatively small frame put his entire body into perspective as she ejaculated repeatedly, bloating him in the process and forming a swell around the bulge of her cock tip.

Scott was just barely able to whimper and glance down away from her breasts to see his expanding abdominal wall before she wrapped both of her arms around his torso and plucked him from the ground once more, this time with one around his chest and the other cradling his belly where the bloat was forming. Again, she bucked so hard he slammed his face against the glass and his feet flailed while searching for anything to give him leverage as he struggled to keep it all inside him. Sure, he knew it was all well contained in a condom, but the last thing he needed was to clog up the drain.

The problem came from the fact that he was so lost in his own pleasure and the full-bodied tingling sensation he felt emanating from his bowels that he didn't realize just how much his abdomen was expanding and why that was. It wasn't enough to just be pumped full of giraffe cum, but there had to be something more because he looked pregnant with seed and that should have been uncomfortable.

As she clenched and pumped more and more into him, her balls tugging upward to aid in her ejaculation, more and more of her seed seeped out from around the base of the condom to trickle out his rump to give him a subtle but distinct tingling sensation. Only then did he look down through the breasts that held him pressed to the wall to see just how big his belly had gotten.

And that's when it hit him. The potion must have been for cum production. Not only was she pumping him so full of gooey giraffe seed that it was struggling to stay in the condom (and his bowels, for that matter), but it seemed to be having some sort of adverse effect on his body where the contact it made with his insides seemed to be allowing him to stretch.

“O-okay there Kayla-" He grunted in an attempt to get her attention. He was stuck between her breasts still and was having quite the hard time twisting in such a way he was able to get a word out.

Only, she wasn't interested in letting him speak his word, not that he remembered what it was anyway. Instead, she bucked even harder, wrapped her arms around him even tighter, and her cock throbbed even larger as another torrent of seed inflated the condom like a balloon inside him. She bit her lip and grunted as the water cascaded down the back of both of them, cleaning off what bits of cum erupted from his perky little ass hole. And yet, in spite of what should have inspired her to pull out and call it quits for now, she kept at him! Bucking and thrusting and holding him in place with her hands cradling his belly and using his body to stroke herself.

Every motion of hers was accentuated by a huff of her voice and another pump of cum deep inside him. After only a few minutes of this – wherein Scott never stopped tingling and curling his toes in delight – his belly had grown to the size of a beach ball! He could feel his skin stretching, his insides dilating and expanding, and above all else the condom quivering against the ripples of his inner walls. There was nothing he could do to keep her from pumping more and more into him, which was a problem if her seed was having a strange effect on him.

Though he struggled to force out words, he knew he had to say something right up until he felt a sudden warmth filling his insides, churning within his bowels and seeping its way deeper and deeper into him. His belly started to deflate but he felt even more full as the seed ran through his guts and started to gush out his hole between his cheeks and her shaft. That was when he realized that the condom must have broken, putting him in a compromised situation.

Horny and physically complacent or not, his mind quickly dashed to all the subtle little things he had done wrong. He didn't read the bottle, he didn't insist she do the same, he let her in when he shouldn't have, and though he did demand she wear a condom he didn't think to remember the safe word in case something like this had happened. He couldn't even remember the safe word, let alone recite it when pressed so tight against the glass of the wall unable to breathe. Furthermore, he had no idea if he was in danger or not, all he remembered was a faint few words on the label about it 'not being tested for humans' or something of the like, which instilled a sense of dread.

He tried to push away or to pull off her throbbing cock – which had finally stopped pumping even more into him and had started to go soft post-climax – but found he was still hoisted off the ground and couldn't get a bit of leverage. In truth, the sensation of having her member deep inside him and most of his body resting upon it felt nice, but he also felt like he needed to do something about it before whatever was in that potion had too great of an effect on him. It already seemed to make his belly stretchy like a snake or a pregnant woman, he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do beyond that point. He was stuck in place and had nowhere to go; his partner was in complete control.

“H-hey there, Kayla?" He muffled from between her breasts and the glass of the shower wall. Though he was struggling to speak and move, he felt his motions and attempts at communication were being properly conveyed. “Do you think that, maybe, we could wrap it up?" He had finished – about half way through their encounter – but could still go on if that sense of dread hadn't emerged. By this point his abdomen had inflated so much with the mess she'd left in him that he looked like he was carrying octuplets within him, his belly so distended that even his chest was puffed out and bloated!

She giggled a bit as she leaned over the side of the shower, head resting on her one arm while she wrapped her other arm around Scott's upper body. “I suppose." She cooed at him, content. Only then did she lean back, grab the base of her cock, and slowly pull out with a series of guttural squelches that were each accompanied by a sputter of her cum ejecting out his backside due to the pressure. She had to squeeze his rump cheek to keep him in place as her length slipped out, revealing the base of the broken condom and a few random shreds of what was left coming out with the cum.

“Uh oh." She said to herself before covering her mouth. “I knew there had to be a reason it felt so good near the end. I mean, I, uh-"

“What do you mean, uh oh?" Scott shot back, rump still lightly squeezing around her shaft.

“The condom broke." She confessed, gulping as she explained. “My seed is in you."

Though this revelation made his heart race – more from her tone than the reality of it – he shrugged. “Yeah, I figured that; luckily I'm a man and can't get pregnant." Having made his statement he slipped off her member, feeling the tug of her curled tip on the way out before letting it pop out and leave him gaping, a gush of giraffe seed bursting out to swirl and be washed down the drain.

Kayla was about to warn him, to give him the proper caution, when a door could be heard by the both of them downstairs followed by the telltale clop of hooves on the wood.

“Scott? Kayla?" Apollo asked, voice muddled as he slipped out of his jacket and headed to the kitchen. As Kayla had insisted, he was due home any minute and they'd only been in the shower for a few minutes before he had arrived.

Both of them were left dumbstruck as the water splashed off their bodies and cleansed them of the musky, acrid scent of Kayla's essence. Neither of them had any idea what to say or do and instead just gulped and stared at each other up until Scott shuddered in a combination of fear and anticipation.

“You think he'd wanna join us?" He whispered, foolishly ignoring the concern that built in him.

Kayla was unable to respond before the telltale sounds of hooves on the floorboards headed towards the kitchen, where it paused for a moment before quickly clopping his way back to the front and up the stairs, panicked. Apollo had clearly seen the empty bottle of potion on the counter.

“Kayla! Scott! Please tell me you didn't-" Apollo started, cutting himself off by bursting through the door of the bathroom to see the two of them still in a prone position. He immediately took in a deep breath and shook his head in disdain. “Well, I hope you two had fun, because that potion is not meant for humans. Like, at all. It's never been tested on them and it could have adverse effects."

This made both Kayla and Scott blush as they pulled apart. She was still semi-erect and dripping with the base of the torn condom around her cock while he had a hard time properly standing with his cavernous anal cavity gaped open and drooling cum down his inner thighs.

Without waiting for either of the others to respond, Apollo stepped up to the side of the shower and glanced at both of them, rubbing his chin as he did so. “You'll need to flush yourself out and kill the sperm before it takes hold within you, and you'll need to be quick."

“Takes hold? What sort of potion is that?" Scott asked, voice quivering in abject fear.

Apollo held out the label he'd carried up with him. “It's just a cum-expansion potion, meant to multiply one's production tenfold, but it's specifically warned to not be used on humans. Did you drink any?" The label was hard to read through the fogged glass but even Scott was able to see the warning.

“No, he didn't have any." Kayla answered, blushing as she leaned against the opposite side of the shower, tail up and cunt smearing against the glass. “It was still sealed when I downed it and he's been up here ever since."

“Well that's good. As good as can be. However, it looks like your condom broke and contact with your bodily fluids could also transmit the effects while also altering the-" He paused to shake his head. “Dammit this is complicated. Just clean him out or something. He should be fine, but you gotta get that cum out of him to minimize the effects. Got it?"

In spite of all this – the worry and concern shared between both Kayla and Scott – both were still semi-erect. Kayla's member was as big as it was when it was inside Scott's rump but drooping down while his member was at half mast and still drooling precum; each of them had mutually come to the understanding that the potion must also be for erections, as the enhanced virility kept them from being fully flaccid. Had it not, both would have shrivelled and returned to their default positions.

Kayla was the one to really think up a proper solution. “The shower head! I can get it up there-"

“No." Apollo interrupted. “You're gonna need something to kill the sperm, not just flush it out. Have you got any spermicides?" He asked Scott, who was still leaning against the glass of the shower wall with his legs spread and ass throbbing while gaped open.

The human shook his head, heart racing as he did so. He had no idea what sort of trouble he had potentially gotten himself into by being foolish with Kayla. “No, nothing like that. Sorry."

“Then we have no choice. Kayla, you're gonna need to do your post-fuck piss in him."

“What?" Both Kayla and Scott asked in equally deadpan tones.

“Urine is deadly to sperm. It kills it. If you can flush him out with that, it should kill off any and all of the offending cells before they take hold inside him but I can't guarantee it since I have no idea how long you two have been, uh, together." He motioned for Kayla to proceed, not pausing to make sure the two were comfortable with that.

They weren't, but Scott was too worried about what might happen if he didn't let her act.

“Alright, then, go ahead." He said, slapping his rump and bracing himself. “Don't make me wait, we don't have much time."

She blushed and avoided eye contact with Scott or Apollo; the potion's effects were starting to wear off and her more natural personality – that of a more reserved, skittish giraffe – started to come out. Though Kayla did manage to get a good look inside Scott's rump to see just how much she had done to him, she also saw the pools and puddles of her own cum quivering inside him. After a moment of hesitation, she caught a glimpse of Apollo's gaze to realize just how serious he was; only then did she shake her head, take in a deep breath, and grab the base of her semi-erect cock to guide it.

“Brace yourself." She warned as she wrenched her member up in an attempt to aim the tip at Scott's open hole. He had to reach back and help guide her while she grabbed his hip, but after a bit of fumbling she was able to slip her member into him and bury herself nearly to the hilt with relative ease, length curling and expanding inside to toy with his bowels while also sloppily forcing air and cum out.

He moaned a bit as he felt her flesh fill him once again, his guys twisting and untwisting as her member writhed about inside him. He knew he should have been concerned, worried, or otherwise serious about the situation but the tingling in his gut kept him in a state of near-orgasm; it was like he hadn't even stopped the passion back when Kayla first finished inside him.

Of course, the sensations that came next were similar but notably different from before.

Kayla leaned over him with her cock as deep as it could go; she lightly smacked his rump to make him clench down before she relaxed enough to let her bladder empty inside him. A warm rush came from deep within her with the vigour to create a gentle buzz down her shaft before it burst into him. In response, his insides churned and groaned as his bowels inflated, the heated fluid mixing with the seed that lined his inner walls to dislodge it.

He shuddered once more as he felt the jet of her post-sex release shooting out against his inner walls. He could feel it cascading around each of the bends in his bowels before stirring itself up inside him and retreating back to his rump where the girth of her cock plugged him. He felt the heat of the liquid teasing the inside of his sphincter, so he clenched down tighter to ensure none of it escaped him, forcing much of its mass to be squeezed up higher into his gut. Unlike the cum, which was silken and soft in comparison, her stream was hot and made him feel irritated a bit. Not all that pleasant, but the warmth was nice and the bloat that came from his bowels being inflated was quite enjoyable.

She bucked into him once more, deliberately curling the tip of her cock inside him to weave its way deeper into his torso; that would be the best way to ensure nothing escaped. As she did this, the mass of her tapered cock flesh continued to churn inside him, resulting in an audible squelch and groan that permeated his torso and could be heard even over the steady sound of running water.

This made him uncomfortable, forcing him to squint and curl his toes as he felt he rush of urine cascading around his insides. Like before, the resulting wave of her injection made his abdomen swell, but this time it was nowhere near the thickness and girth he'd reached when she'd first pumped him full of cum. He did notice, however, that when he waggled his hips he could both hear and feel the sloshing about of the piss inside him splashing against each of his walls.

Which was very good. He knew if he was going to help kill the sperm inside him, that's the only way he could do it. However, there wasn't much more to be offered from Kayla before she pulled out.

Seconds after he started moving around to aid in the thorough cleansing of his bowels, she leaned over him and lightly patted him on the back of the head before pulling out, squeezing his rump cheeks together in a failed attempt to seal him up as her member finally started to shrivel and return to its sheath. The instant her tip escaped him, a flood of the yellow fluid splashed out and landed on the ground between them, swirling before reaching the drain.

Scott struggled to clench his rump shut in order to keep as much of her release within him but failed quite thoroughly. His quivering hole sputtered and let a glorious splash of golden fluid spurt out of him, soaking him to the knees and even going so far as to cascade between Kayla's legs in the process. He whimpered a bit as his bowels offered a wrenching spasm to force as much of her piss out of him all at once amidst a symphony of wet, sputtering flatulence that made him blush.

His bowels twitched a few more times as Kayla pulled away from him and let the shower water cascade over her one last time before stepping out to be with Apollo. She seemed a little distressed. “I will head out. Sorry to have let the potion get the better of me, Scott." She apologized as she took Apollo's hand while peeling the condom off. “Let me know how things go and please be careful."

Apollo balled up a fist in solidarity. “I'm sure you'll be fine, my man, but the guy who sold me the potion did say it was not a good idea to feed it to a human. I know you didn't drink it, but since it is a virility potion and you got a burst of cum in ya, it might have some residual effects if her flush-out wasn't done in time. Keep me in the know, please." He requested, then gave Kayla a bit of a smack on the rump and quickly exited as he waved. “Clean yourself a bit before you lose all the hot water!"

And with that, he was left alone with only the sound of his sputtering anus and the gentle roar of the shower spewing water over him. There was a faint urine smell that billowed up from behind him due to the heat in the shower but it passed quickly as the golden urine dissipated around the drain. He had only his thoughts and the comfort of the steam that enveloped him, which gave him all the autonomy needed to overthink what had just happened and immediately devolve into a worried mess.

He cleaned off his entire body with soap once more just to be sure he didn't smell, then used the detachable shower head to fill himself with water a dozen or so times, inflating his belly repeatedly until he was at least partially certain it was no longer an issue. Each and every time, he saw his abdominal wall expand and dilate due to how much water he was putting in himself, an indicator that his body was still stretchy and malleable from whatever happened.

However, with how much he was able to flush out of himself, he was certain that the cum and eventual urine inflation would be the end of it. All that was coming out of him was water, and that was about as certain as one could be.

With that confidence taking over, he finished his shower, sat on the toilet for a while with his phone, and eventually dried up and went downstairs to enjoy a meal with Apollo and Kayla. He had made stew for them, after all.

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Dinner was delicious. Or, more specifically, it was a nice change from the dread that had been coming and going within him over the time between shower and dinner. He didn't want to think about what may or may not happen with him so he focused all of his effort on enjoying the meal and the TV shows he put on while they were eating in the dining room and living room combo.

Unfortunately for him, the conversation quickly shifted back to a place he wasn't prepared to deal with. Apollo felt the need to explain the potion and what it did in more intricate detail while also elaborating on why it was so important to not feed to humans. He even let Scott see for himself just how dire the warning was on the label – the warning that he'd skimmed over twice, both in the kitchen and in the shower when Apollo showed it to him there.

However, just about everything Apollo conveyed had a sense of uncertainty tainting it. The story of humans getting balls so big they nearly burst and turning them female for some inexplicable reason only resonated when Apollo reconfirmed that this was what happened when the potion itself was consumed by a human. None of these warnings or anecdotes came from sexual transmission, which was what Scott had been exposed to. The only reason he was concerned was that there had been examples of potion effects being transmitted through such means in the past, even if it was rare.

The combination of his thorough, urine-based clean out mixed with the rarity of sexually transmitted potion enchantments allowed him to move on with his day and focus on his upcoming weekend. Well, the weekend he got; he still had to care for the livestock and tend to the crops.

After dinner, both Apollo and Kayla left the main homestead to spend the night in Apollo's loft. He lived on the property but had his own place that he didn't share with Scott, who was the owner. This left Scott in the house alone as the sun set and the day concluded, which in turn left him to his thoughts.

Naturally, this was not a good fit for the often-worried human. Instead of enjoying some porn or the tingling after effects of being positively railed by Kayla, he spent much of his night on his computer researching the effects of potions and how easily their effects can be transferred. It was too late to change anything, but he wanted the assurance that nothing would come of his absent-minded gaffe.

About half of his research said that such a diluted and quickly flushed out series of events would almost certainly result in the potion being too weakened to have any effect on him, while the rest said it was not only possible but given the potency was quite likely. This did not help his mood before he finally curled up and went to bed.

The only solace he had was that there didn't appear to be any significant changes to his body in the hours between his shower and bedtime, whereas the potion took immediate effect in Kayla mere minutes after consuming the potion. It hadn't occurred to him that his body – most notably his belly – had been significantly altered upon coming in contact with her seed.

Had he thought about that, he might have been a bit more worried than he was when he finally laid his head down to rest for the night.

Shockingly, he slept very well that night. In spite of the dread that hadn't fully dissipated, he had one of the deepest sleeps he'd had in months; so deep in fact that he had a hard time discerning his dreams from reality.

Some time around midnight, he rolled onto his side to find that his belly was a bit swollen. When he touched himself, he felt that he must have been bloated and needed to release some tension so he went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for a bit, relieving himself in the process. When he went back to bed, he no longer felt the bloat and happily slept once more.

Later, he tried to roll over once more only to find his gut was so big that he couldn't do so. His abdominal wall had been stretched so far that it looked like he had a partially inflated beach ball inside him. He was groggy and the lights were off so he hardly noticed this to be the case, assuming it to either be a dream or some semi-lucid hallucination. Neither were uncommon for him, as his dream-scapes often bled into the real world at night and this seemed normal.

Throughout the night this kept happening, though. Every time he went to roll to one side or the other, he was woken by the frustration that came from not being able to lie on his belly. There was a very brisk moment of concern and confusion before he kept internally brushing it off and finding a new position to get back to sleep. His dreams were quirky and sexual – as they often were – so it made sense to have those short stories interwoven with the very real and very quirky goings-on in his bed.

It wasn't until a rooster woke him up at the crack of dawn that he came to realize that those mini events – the ones he thought were dreams – were actually real! The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the mountainous bulge that was his belly under his covers!

Panicked, he threw his blankets off his nude form to reveal that his entire torso was swelled and inflated, filled with a dozen or more footballs! At least, that's what it looked like. There were clearly defined shapes pressing out against his abdominal walls, and when he pressed against them he felt a grinding that echoed through his flesh and up his spine.

“Uh-" He gasped before rolling over the side of the bed, struggling to get any sort of balance with his feet on the ground and his torso in an upright position. The berth of his belly ensured that, even with his hands holding him up, he had to spread his legs and part his knees to let some of the bulk rest on the side of the bed.

As he was about to shift his weight and get to his feet, he noticed a wetness forming between his ass cheeks, soaking the bed sheets in the process.

Curious and not yet lucid enough to realize how bad of an idea it was to do so, he reached back and collected some of whatever it was in the palm of his hand, pulling it up to see what it was. The fluid was slick, viscious, and clear, having a thickness of egg whites and the lubrication of birthing gel. He had no idea what it was, but noticed it was coming from his ass after reaching back a second time and having a spurt of it come out into his hand, gumming up his fingers.

He tried his best to clench his ass shut, to minimize the effect until he was able to get it under control but found that the harder he worked and the longer he stayed upright the more pressure built up and the harder it was to stop the flow. His heart was racing and his mind was enduring an anxiety attack as he came to realize that this had to have been a result of the potion! He was too late pumping out his system and now something was happening inside him!

Luckily for him, he worked on a farm so he had contingencies for situations like this. Not only was his default mindset one wherein he was able to roll with any misfortune that came his way, but he had barns and stables and places to bury things if necessary. He couldn't handle whatever this goop was in his hot tub for fear of it gumming up the pipes, so he had to head out.

There was no chance of him slipping a shirt on, not with his belly so widely distended like that, so he wrapped a blanket around himself and waddled down the hallway and down the stairs. A trail of the slime from his rump kept trickling down his inner thighs to leave a trail behind him as he stepped. He did manage to make his way to the front door, only to realize – perhaps a little too late – that it was quite cold outside and he didn't have time to further wrap up or even put shoes on. Aside from his blanket, he was entirely nude.

But just as he was about to turn and go back up the stairs, a sudden contraction coursed through his body to force the objects inside him to shift around, with one of them easing its way through his bowels and towards his hole. Another spurt of the silky fluid burst out of him, splashing on the wall.

With a grunt and a stone-faced expression of determination, he clenched his cheeks tight and quickly burst out the front door, still waddling as he struggled to scuffle across the driveway in order to better make his way across the gravel.

The ground was cold and wet – as was expected at the crack of dawn this time of year – but that didn't last long. The stables weren't far off and he knew that not only was it warm in there but he had no worries about making a mess in there. Horses and cows shit in the stables, some ass-goop wasn't a big deal as far as he was concerned.

He slid the door open and closed it behind him, brushing the soles of his feet off on the padding that lined the hallway between the dozen stalls on either side. Almost every one of them had a horse inside it, with one having a cow and one having a small family of pigs. None were empty, so he had to make a choice and do it quickly.

The best place to go would be the stable of his favourite mare, a girl who had given him a few foals in her time and was well acquainted with humans; she wouldn't give him any hassle.

Scott froze in place just as he was about to open the stall door, having sensed another contraction wracking his torso from top to bottom. This forced a gush out his ass while weakening his legs and forcing him to his knees. He fell down into a crouch, hunched over his belly as a spherical object pressed out against his pucker from within. He had just enough self-control to reach back to find out what it was, slipping a few fingers into himself to rub against the imperfect surface of it.

He had no idea what it was, at least not at first. It was hard to the touch instead of soft, so it wasn't flesh, but it also wasn't a ball. It wasn't until another constriction of his abdominal wall squeezed him once more, putting pressure on the spheres inside to shift them about with a grinding sensation that his pucker dilated and more of the fluid seeped out of him. This lubed his flesh enough that one of the objects – one the size of a rugby ball – popped out and left him gaping as he fell to the floor just outside the stall!

With a gasp and a whimper as his anal muscles recovered, he shuddered in place while closing his legs up. It took all of his effort to look back and see what it was that burst from his cavernous bowels; an egg. A huge, blue and green speckled egg with a hard, textured shell. It was, as he had deciphered while still in his bed, the size of a rugby ball and yet still somehow managed to pop out of him and land on the ground behind him with an audible thunk.

Immediately, he realized he either was going to have a lot of fun passing the eggs inside him or he was about to have a very bad morning, all thanks to Kayla's broken condom and virile potion.

Scott knew he didn't want to be left out in the hallway between the stalls for the rest, so he reached back and grabbed the egg to cradle it on his chest before slipping into the stall next to his favourite mare, who sidestepped away and kept her one eye trained to him. She recognized him, of course, but his distended belly and panicked actions weren't by any means familiar to her.

He tossed the blanket over the stall door and gently laid the egg down in the straw and sawdust bedding before getting down onto all fours next to it. He was anticipating another contraction but was shocked when it didn't immediately constrict his body. He quickly grew anxious as he waited for something to happen, chest slowly heaving and heart racing as the silken slime from within him trickled down his inner thigh to muck up the sawdust around his knees.

Then it hit him. All at once, every muscle in his abdomen squeezed at the same time, forcing each and every one of the eggs to shift and grind against one another within his bowels. He felt another one lurch and deposit itself into his colon, the narrow tip of it prodding at his ass from inside while another one ground against its shell and sent a tingle up his spine. The odd pleasure this conjured loosened his cheeks a bit and let the second of the eggs to burst out of him with an audible pop followed by the sound of it landing in the hay.

He whimpered and clenched his fists, grabbing hay and sawdust as his bowels quivered in a failed attempt to close up in the absence of the egg. Instead, his colon was left gaping, a steady flow of the birthing fluid soaking his walls and trickling out his opening to form a bridge from eggshell to ass hole. It made him laugh, or at least it would have had he not been dreading how much work it would take to push out the rest of these eggs. The first two had already left him exhausted and he had no idea how many were left inside. Maybe a dozen; he had no way of knowing!

He barely was able to reach out with his foot to push the second egg to the side before his body once again constricted from chest to loins, the pressure forcing the eggs to once again grind and shift against each other. The change in positioning inside him made the fluid jet out amidst a flatulent stutter, the pressure building in such a way it made him horribly uncomfortable, until the egg lurched into his final passage and burst out all in one shot followed by a second one as his third and fourth eggs!

The sensation of the roughly textured shells passing through him was delightful, even if the fatigue that came from the aggressive contractions was almost too much to handle. Deep inside his bowels he felt like he was tearing, but a cursory glance at the eggs behind him showed no signs of blood or trauma so he figured a side effect of the potion was durable flesh.

Again, another series of constrictions hit him before he could rationalize anything, forcing his belly to shrink a bit as the eggs adjusted themselves throughout his guts. Where these eggs were hiding was completely unknown to him but, to his delight, they weren't painful so he went with it. On the farm, you have to deal with whatever you're presented with and Scott knew this. He embraced it.

While dealing with another one of his contractions – one so powerful it nearly forced another egg out in one go – he reached up between his legs to slip his hand inside himself to see just how much he had dilated. To his shock, he could get every last bit of his hand to the wrist past his opening without even touching all sides at once! After rolling his palm around a bit, caressing his prostate as he did so, he immediately got hit with yet another contraction that constricted his colon around his hand and nearly forced him out amidst another splash of internal fluids!

Though he had no choice but to pull out, it didn't actually make that much of a difference, at least not for a short while. The egg inside him lurched downward and came to rest inside his rump cheeks but didn't quite pop out like the previous two. The contraction squeezed every one of his muscles for long enough that a vein started popping in his forehead but nothing came out. Even once the contraction concluded and he was left with the end of the shell cresting beyond his dilated ass lips, it didn't come out of him. This prompted him to assume another stance.

Like before in his bed, he was forced to roll onto his back before lifting his legs and putting them in the same position as if he was in stirrups. From that position he could see his mare staring at him, her chestnut eyes trained on his body while her auburn tail flicked behind her.

“Good giiiuuuh-" He tried to compliment her before another contraction hit him, forcing the egg to push out against his quivering rump flesh. More of the fluid seeped out and sputtered, trailing down the egg and into the bedding underneath him. His ass lips gaped open, dilating to twice the girth he thought possible as it struggled to hold the egg in, widening to the point he could actually see the crown of the egg poking out between his legs as he struggled to hold in place.

Another constriction and a squeeze of his knees up to his chest seemed to be enough, because this time the egg popped out and landed on the ground between he and the mare accompanied by another layer of the slime that connected the shell of the egg to the rim of his gaping asshole in a series of jiggling bridges. He tried to clench up, assuming that must have been the last one, before he noticed that his rump remained open and his belly remained round. Much of the juices had escaped him, and the eggs were gone so there were no more lumps in his belly, but he was still full of something.

He looked pregnant. Like, normal human woman pregnant. There was a baby bump in his belly pushing out against his abdominal wall and he knew he had to get that last egg out before he was able to call it a morning and get on with his chores.

Or at least, that's what he wanted to do. He was far too exhausted to make any effort towards anything like getting up or shifting his weight in and meaningful way. He was gasping for air, collapsed on the ground with his mare standing over him with her snout down near his face, sniffing and lipping him to make sure he was alright.

Once again, he reached out to her to caress her muzzle before another body-length contraction constricted every muscle in his body, forcing what he hoped to be the final egg through his bowels and towards his dilated ass opening. He grunted as he twisted his face, contorting himself into a grimace as he tried his best to funnel every bit of energy he had left into his loins. He wanted this thing out so he could go back to bed!

But nothing came out. This egg felt even larger than the last one – something that worried him since the last one was big enough on its own – so he knew he'd really have to work on it if he wanted to part ways with the last of his clutch.

After a series of smaller, rapid-fire contractions that succeeded in pressing its berth up against his pucker from inside but failing to force it out, Scott realized he wasn't exactly in the best position. While being on his back with his knees up and his thighs straddling his belly was good for mothers, he was a man and his hips worked slightly differently. With this knowledge in mind, he mustered up all he could to roll back onto his feet in a squatting position, heels to the ground as best he could, knees up high, rump down low, and ass crack spread wide with the crown of the egg poking out.

The shift in position did grind his hip bones against the egg but once he was in position he felt liberated enough to get comfortable by leaning against the stall wall, using it for balance. From that vantage point he could accurately gauge the size of the other eggs that had come out of him, this brief window of freedom enough to realize that they weren't as big in reality as they felt. Eggs one through four were pretty much identical in shape and size, about nine inches long and six inches wide. Huge, but not the rugby-ball sized one of the fifth, which was twelve inches long and eight inches wide. Considerably larger, felt like he was passing a beach ball.

Of course, that meant that this last one, which was giving him trouble even after passing the twelve by eight inch beast of an egg, was even larger. He was exhausted, sweating, covered in egg-laying slime from the waist down, and erect from all this, but he was just about ready to give up.

Silently, he cursed Kayla for doing this to him, even if his cognitive dissonance was struggling between loving the sensation and hating the work he had to put into it all.

Fortunately for him, the potion did more than fill him with the eggs of a herm giraffe girl. His hip bones, his insides, his bowels, and everything that contributed to his clutch worked well without any damage. No blood, no pain, just mild discomfort and fatigue in the wake of each new egg laid.

This worked to his advantage as he once again felt that body-shaking tension that constricted each and every muscle in him to press down on the egg. Like before, the berth of it didn't pass through his opening at first, so he had no choice but to keep at it and grunt and squeeze and sway his hips back and forth to find the right angle. He could feel the egg moving inside him, slowly descending out his rump while his ass lips dilated and struggled to hold on. The constrictions kept up, squeezing and pausing, squeezing and pausing, clenching and relaxing with each volley easing the egg just a bit more out of him.

By this point, he couldn't move at all for fear of bending his legs in the wrong way and making his bones clench the side of the egg and crack it in the process. While it did help in easing the girth of the object out of him, it also made him lose his footing and slowly descend down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, or at least the egg was on the ground as it protruded out from between his cheeks.

In a last ditch effort, he reached up to the top of the stable wall, grabbed onto the bars that separated this stall from the next, and hoisted himself up while pushing down as hard as he could.

Then, in one final lurch, the egg popped out of him and burst from between his rump cheeks to land heavily in the sawdust and straw. While its thickest part had passed, he was low enough to the ground that it stayed half inside him, parting his rump lips and grinding against his insides all the while.

As he was breathing a sigh of relief, still resting heavily on the egg, something strange happened. His rump and bowels and abdomen slowly started to close back up. With the final egg out of him and partially keeping his rump open, it appeared as if the potions effects were wearing off and this meant his body was returning to its proper state. This meant that his hole was closing up and would no longer be big enough to hold him there!

While his flesh constricted and his abdominal walls regained their naturally taut form, his rump cheeks closed up with enough pressure to push him off the egg, leaving him with all of his weight on it and his ass hole as tight as it had been in years. He clenched and he throbbed, testing his muscles and flesh to see if there was any remnants of pain inside him but found none. His body felt normal again within minutes of passing that final egg.

But he was still exhausted. There was no energy left inside him and that left him in a state of mind where he literally collapsed on the straw next to the final egg, splayed out with his face down on a pile of it and his legs spread eagle while still covered in birthing slime.

Scott reached out to the very tip of the blanket he brought and draped over the stall gate, yanking it up over his body and bunching some of it under his head to act as a pillow as his tender rump throbbed in post-lay bliss. From this vantage point he saw the final one he passed must have been fifteen inches long and ten inches wide, but he didn't know how to handle that information so he collapsed in place and passed out in his stables, allowing the morning to pass him by.