Eve Morrison swaggered from side-to-side through the open door of a stall. The first alarm to the other side that there was a new customer on the side was the sudden, loud, banging of a door, followed by a high-pitched yelp... And a thud. Then came the scrambling of someone doing their best to make it up to their feet, loud, staccato thuds of high heels hitting the hard flooring, as the movements continued on the other side. "Sorry..." Feminine, at the very least, though in an establishment like this, it could be any gender, any sex.

The fluttering of clothing followed, and the sounds of a zipper, along with some articles of clothing hitting the floor. Then, with another staccato step of high heel, the hole was stuffed. Well. Overstuffed. A smooth, pale shaft pressed through the hole, strong, round tip pushing on through. There was a hard grunt, as the thick helmet forced its way through the tight hole, stuffing the meaty thing through to the other side. A loud, hard thud resonated from the other side, as the cock was fucked through to the other side, the hole apparently providing enough painful resistance to the cock's owner that this was necessary. A flaccid slab of fuckmeat was stuffed through the hole, pressing on through and put on display to the other side.

It hung low, a full, girthy, lip-stretching shaft, cut, with a well-rounded tip to dig deep into whatever hole it managed to dump its load into. But being thick was normal. The soft, flaccid meat was, perhaps, more special than the average bitch-breaker in that even flaccid, a tangled web of bluish veins covered the thing on its sides, each one thick and pumping lifeblood through the soft thing so hard that they were visibly twitching, thickening and then weakening, like living tangles inside of the hole. The faint, light scent of sweat drifted off of the thing, and the slit dripped something thick, in wet splatters. No, wait... There was more than the scent of sweat. There was... strawberries? Sweet strawberries intertwined with the slightly salty flavor drifting off of it, and with another hard, loud grunt, another piece of skin pressed on through.

It took a while to work whatever it was through. Pained whimpers and whines resonated from the other side, and the clear, yellowish-white substance that was dripping splurted out in hard shots, as it was forced out of whatever container... Holy shit. This buttery-colored, thick substance was precum. As the figured managed to stuff a pair of baseballs through the hole, a smooth sac was exposed, the entirety of the figure's genitalia put on display. Each ball was egg-shaped, smooth, a sac completely devoid of hair, with only the occasional wrinkle. But no... There was... A sloshing. Something thick and tough was sloshing around inside of that sac, so heavy that just the movements of thick, backed up liquids left each ball inside like a ship in a storm, subject to the whims of the innermost Poseidon.

"Uhm... Like... I'm totally backed up. Like, super, duper, duper backed up. I haven't cum right in like... I can't even remember. It started leaking all over, and... Uhm... C-Can I get a hand here? Or a mouth? Or a hole? It would be, like, the absolute best, and it would, like, totally mean a whole lot to me, if I could get some help with this." That feminine voice spoke quickly, stumbling over words and stopping incessantly to let whimpers of pain out. Breathlessly, the words were spoken, and the plea was left out to the public. Help was needed here. Desperate-fucking-ly.

Someone in the other room had come here a long time ago already. It was... It was quite the experience to be honest, their first time at a gloryhole, an anonymous partner, a mouthful of spunk right down their gullet. The scents, the noises, the entire experience had become ingrained in the poor thing's mind, and while they tried to stay away from overdoing something so... Lewd, it always left them wanting. Wanting more, wanting to give up on their inhibitions, wanting to stop being proper and being a proper slut. And so after... A month maybe? Of musing it over and over, they'd caved in. On their knees, on their stall. Waiting, patiently with their heart pounding in their chest.

Usually the sound of 9427 entering the nearby stall, the sight of a cock slipping through, would've been relieving. Hopeful. Exactly what they wanted, to have some fun with a fat shaft and go home full with a pleasant load. But the struggle, the grunts to /fit/ the monster through the wall were actually nearly intimidating, that fat thing couldn't go through the hole in the wall and yet it did, eliciting a soft, feminine yelp, ensuring the other on the other side of the stall knew there was someone waiting, there. Ready...

Or more like, totally not ready. The more it stuffed itself through, the more their jaw gaped, the more their eyes widened. Dropping low, with those sloshing nuts popping through as well. Beads of that... Sweet-smelling, obscenely thick fluid pouring out, dripping, staining the ground and making a puddle right at their knees... Could it be really considered pre when its consistency made it seem more like glue than anything else? Last time they were here, they bumped into some rather obscene people, but this? This was ridiculous.

... And as ridiculous as it was, those hands couldn't help but move forward, to grasp, to feel up that pillar of flesh dangling in front of them, while the other spoke. Need. Desire. They were pent up and needed relief. And they were the only thing capable of satisfying the other. Or at least... The only thing in front of that cock. Whether their little body could satisfy their gloryhole patron or not, that was to be seen. "Um... Hi! I'll... God, I am... Going to try my best but, I don't... I'm not quite sure this will work out you know... Will it- Will it be okay if it stiffens when it's already taken so much effort to shove it through the hole?"

Eve Morrison couldn't help but have a gasp elicited from them while soft hands glided across the sensitive pillar of flesh. Those already straining veins throbbed painful and hard, and each tangible heartbeat coursing through the shaft elicited a whimper from the other side. "Ohh my god, it hurts..." The whine was high-pitched and desperate as it escaped, and another thud hit the thin walls. Of course, judging by location, it was... probably a head. Maybe. Anatomy was never guaranteed. The dull thud occurred again once more, and the flesh started to slowly bulge outwards against those little hands wrapping around them. Each exploring finger could feel the thickness, the firmness, of each vein. Cables like steel in their firmness, even when soft, pressed back against the exploring hand, digging into it.

"I don't know! I dunno, but... Please, at least try?... W-When my balls get smaller, from unloading everything, it should... Maybe... fit coming out! Probably." Well, if nothing else, the owner of that backed up load was optimistic. A painful twitch, as glue-like prenut spilled out from the slit of the head, and dribbled down the shaft. Already thick, the meat started to twitch and fill up further. Six inches of flaccid cockmeat started to grow longer, more than it grew thicker. Hard, heady gasps filled the air between two unknowing patrons, each one ready to experience the indulgent pleasures of the flesh. Glue-like pre stuck fingers together, like webbing, strands of the yellowish glue hard to pull apart and open. The rolling smear of backed up, salty load trickled down finger, and hand, onto wrist, heavy, and, now that the figure could touch it... Chunky. Like each wet splurt of lube was its own chunk of semisolid cum coating the hands that explored it, and smeared the thick yellow substance across its shaft.

It was glorious.

The shaft grew, sensitive and eager for unloading, until it was nearly a foot long, and three inches thick across. A demonstrable monster of thickness, twitching with powerful heartbeats through each cable of veined delight. It was damn near bouncing out of the grasp of precum stained hands that were trying to explore its heat... Its girth. Every hard throb had it bouncing like a living, breathing entity. And the now-stained hands exploring every inch of the cock pushed the old scent of strawberry and sweat aside, for the lustrous sheen of yellowish, buttery precum, covering it and even slopping off of the shaft, rolling across each cabled vein, before it hit the ground, a veritable puddle of cum in front of the promised assistance.

Its owner felt pain course throughout their body, and the sound of hips smashing into the wall was obvious, not strong enough to break it, but strong enough to insist urgency. "S-Swallow it, o-ohmygawd, it fucking hurrrts.... G-Gotta gulp it all down... M-Make me cum, c-c'mon h-honey..." The voice was high-pitched, wincing at first, as if there were too much primal need coursing throughout that shaft for its owner to actually contend with. Even the flirting sounded forced and weak, a desperate plea. "C-C'mon, you can totally ruin yourself on it however you want, just lemme cuuuummmm!!"

Someone in the other room It... Hurt? 9427's shaft actually hurt? That was actually kind of a surprise, people came to gloryholes because they either wanted the constant stream of sex and debauchery they offered, or because of the public aspect, something to do with the kinks... This person came here for the former obviously, but not because they were just kinky, they really, really /needed/ to nut didn't they?

And the poor thing on this side of the stall definitely could feel it, the desperation that brought the other to smack their head against the wall, the fat thing pulsing in their hands, growing, swelling larger. Blood pumping through those veins, watching them throb and /bulge/ outwards as it got stiffer, swelling, their grip having to shift along the underside, then towards the tip, from having to hold it up to watching it stand up straight, high and mighty, pointed right at them...

A foot long. Twelve inches. Like their forearm, if not longer, and thicker than their fist, this... They couldn't take this monster into their mouth, they just couldn't! But they couldn't disappoint either now, could they? Warm breath washing over the fat tip, fingers dripping with that thick spunk that smeared against the shaft and /stuck/ the skin together briefly, having to pull them back harshly, slowly descending, along the cock, to their nuts. To those fat orbs they'd somehow managed to push through the gloryhole, hands cupping, stroking, grazing along their sides... "R... Ruin myself huh? I'm... Okay, okay I get it, don't... You worry, I came here to please my partner on the other wall of the stall... And I'm not going to back down..." Those were their last words, before their tongue lolled out. Warm, humid, like their breath, dragging along the very tip and /swirling/ gently, nuzzling a pair of soft, plush lips around it, grazing back and forth, nosing at the top, down to the bottom slightly, merely... Teasing the head as best as they could without trying to force it in their mouth yet. Tasting her pre, that thick seed, feeling it /hard/ to actually swallow, even...

Eve Morrison shuddered, moist, warm breath completely surrounding the sensitive head. That first, hesitant breath beget a gift from the pent-up lover. A thick splurt of hot, yellowed precum shot out of the tip, and hit the assistant on the other side, a smattering of hefty precum splattering upon impact, spreading into a mess with just a single shot. "Ohhhmygawd, like, yes, that's it, just get more ouuut..." The heavy, backed up balls twitched and pulsed almost visibly through the thin sheer of skin. There was a long, drawn out breath, equal parts impotent need and absolute relief, as the pleasant sensation of being taken care of by a lover started to push forwards.

Even desperately trying to just straight up cum, there was a sense of concern on the other side of the wall that made it feel... More intimate. Which, of course, beget another splattering shot of precum, splurting from it in shots instead of just dribbling uselessly onto the floor. It fired again, and again, uselessly trying to empty like a stud into a nonexistent hole. The feeling of their own load completely covering their cock was lewd. It was so, so wrong, so bad.... But at the same time, the sensation of it caused that thick, ruinous slab of meat to bounce around, no longer restrained by a hand. It flung around like a mace, a flail of potent sex oiled up in baby-making-cream so thick that instead of droplets, chunks of it flung from across the shaft, the mess growing bigger with each heartbeat, and the aim towards the person... As good as blinded. It was just spewing hot preseed, the release of it a pleasant warmth, just what was needed.

Or rather, that was all that had been intended in a quick journey to the gloryholes.

No, now there was something else about it. Hands were cupping those overworked cum factories, and grazing along their side. A loud, sudden yelp broke the silence between folks again, and the dull thud of head on wall continued. "Hooooly what!?! W-What're you doing over theeeeeree!!" Those balls, at the very least, seemed to be sensitive. Considering that the fat shaft smacked hard against the wall and whatever was in reach while those orbs were fondled, the weakpoint became plainly obvious. But they were heavy. The exploring hands got to feel how thickly filled that sac was. It was hard to even find the location of the actual testicles in that sac, under the veritable womb-drowning flood of semen completely wrapped up inside of them. And even with the bull-cumshot mess of precum that'd been fired all over the place, there didn't seem to be any sign of them getting any lighter, any less full.

"Oh my god, oh my god... D-Don't do that... Again... It feels too good! I-I'll go insane if I'm this backed up, okay?... Please? Pretty please-Ohhhhh my goooooooood, yessssss." The once more needy plea for a more well-tailored experience was interrupted. How? By the person on the other side dragging their tongue across the tip. That scooped up the next shot of precum, thick and tar-like, gliding down the tongue, and rolling across it with the imploring lick. The dribble of chewy, pudding-like cum dribbled down across those lips, a cumstain lipstick of a deep, buttery color a reward. P-People who sucked dick liked make-up, right?... T-This was totally a gift, right? Those hips jerked forwards, and tongue was pushed backwards, the head of the meaty cock splurting steamy-hot blasts of prenut across it. Even the desperate attempts to coil as much of the load into their mouth as possible only filled them up further and further, each twitch of the shaft resulting in a more mouth-filling shot. But judging by the lack of pained yelps and desperate pleas, and the more consistent, low groan of pleasure, it was working!!

Someone in the other room had never dealt with such a... Needy customer. Well- They actually only had to deal with one partner aside from this one so it's not like they were the pinnacle of experience in gloryhole shenanigans, but it still amounted to something! And that something as the obvious fact the one on the other side was something special. Those balls were dense, so full, so /packed/, each jet of pre splattering across their features was getting their entire face more and more caked in the stuff, covered completely, like a mask of sorts. And it didn't even dribble down properly, thick as it was, it /stayed/ there, on their cheeks, on the bridge of their nose, forcing one of their eyes to keep closed by the time they were lapping and slobbering over the tip.

Their hips, bumping forward, their voice coming out ragged, needy, begging them not to do that because it just felt so good? The noises were a delight to their ears, and those hands weren't going to move away, not now, still holding those fat balls, massaging, /tugging/ and pressing forward, rolling them in their fingers! They were done feeling up their nuts, not just holding them, but actively pushing up against them, massaging, doing their best to make them go really crazy with pleasure, mouth opening wide, lips kissing the tip, spreading, stretching...

And failing. Failing absolutely to stretch wide enough to fit that monster in their mouth. Trying again, and again, bob after bob, all they got was spray after spray of pre to fill them up, to stuff those cheeks and get everything in there, their tongue, their throat, stuck trying to gulp down completely. Soon, they were pulling back with a harsh cough, shuddering, gagging... "I'm... I'm sorry, I don't... I really cannot push it in my mouth, my jaw would break..." But. There was something. They didn't leave, or say much more, letting the other hear the rustle of clothes... Dropping down... And then- Warmth. The warmth, the softness of a /fat/ ass, a pair of buttocks, jiggling, wide, grinding and nuzzling against that pre-smeared tip, leading it to /kiss/ against an incredibly tight entrance. "B... But you said... To break myself however I wanted... Right...?"

Eve Morrison could only imagine what the attentive lover on the other side looked like. They could only imagine how much they were unloading now, with the sensation of throbbing and the traveling of something up their cock constantly, blasting out shot after shot of gunk so thick that it felt like the passage was too tight to properly fit it all in. But they could feel just how often they kept shooting out, they kept firing cum-shot after cum-shot's worth of yellowish pre completely slathered across them. A low, gurgling moan could be heard on the other side, as if they were completely losing their mind a little more with each hard shot of precum from the tip. But they were working so dang hard! Was... Was this love? They'd only known it from the other side, so feeling someone working so attentively, pulling every last droplet of slop out of their balls felt a lot like love, like completely emptying all of yourself into someone else. Another forceful hip thrust made the cock-holder realize just how messy their lover had gotten, as a fired off shot went straight up didn't hit the cock, but instead, they felt a mask of precum and thick slop spread around underneath the underside of their cock, the flesh sliding and slipping across the slick surface of a face with a nearly-obsessive eagerness. A low, twitchingly happy moan filled the air. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you... I tootally thought you were just, like, dodging outta the way and stuff, but... Mnnn... God, it's so smooth! You must have such a pretty face!" That compliment might've meant more if the person wasn't wiggling around, and their dancingly-flailing cock wasn't wetly slapping down onto the face, and sending the facemask of precum across every corner of the lover's body.

Those bimboesque compliments might've continued, and the awkward words might've kept spilling... If those hands weren't working the sensitive orbs of their balls, digging in and pressing down, literally squeezing the thick slop out of the balls, and adding onto what would probably be a mind-wreckingly good orgasm when it all was fired out at once. Those gurgling moans became less coherent with every squeeze, with every pull and grip on those needy orbs. Balled up fists smashed hard into the wall, and hips wiggled uselessly in an attempt to pull the balls out, but there was no way those things were going anywhere. A sound much louder than a mere fist hitting the wall ended the flurry of smashes, and the low, gurgling moans turned into near-whines and screams of delight, begging words so slurred together that their original meanings were completely lost. Even without a hole to lodge into, those constant grips and squeezes of the cumorbs reduced their owner to a mindless fuck machine, desperately slamming their hips into the wall, and trying their absolute hardest to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, while completely at every whim of the person on the other side.

When everything pulled back, there were heavy, labored breaths, like desperate attempts to come to understand what was going on. Walking off a concussion might've been the best way to phrase it. That beastly shaft kept twitching through, even if a little weaker, no longer smacking and flailing across anything and everything that was within touching reach. Slurred utterances came from the other side of the wall, something about candy and sweetness and butts and blowjobs, that all mixed together into nonsense. Then, the thing remained perfectly still, as something kissed up against the tip of that meaty shaft, and a hard splurt of buttery nut fired off inside of the hole, beginning the process of lubing it up with shot after shot of thick, slick gunk disappearing into that hole, and damn near melting smoothly inside of that heat. A wincing cry of pain filled the air, almost soundless, from the other side, and for an instant, that hot, flailing, misbehaving cock remained perfectly still. Only because it was stiff as an iron pole. "Ohemgee... Yeah... I did... So... Please?"

Someone in the other room had to bear through it. Was it love for the other? Was it devotion to them? No, they had never met them in their entire lives and they would most likely never bump together again, but... No. This devotion, this love, it was for the shaft in front of them. For cock. This was why they came here, this was why they were reluctant, that sweet, musky scent flooding their lungs, the taste of having their mouth stuffed to the brim and beyond, their throat clogged up with the stuff! And what to say of their face, their long locks, completely matted to the sides of their head and their nape from how sticky they had gotten... They were /beaming/, the taste of cock, the devotion to cock, the love for this sensation, the fullness...

Even with their inability to fit it in their mouth they were this determined to fit it, somewhere. This need. This need is what they both feared and craved, the reason they distanced themselves from the gloryhole, and why they were back. They wanted more, but could they take more? They didn't care. And their body would definitely suffer for it, already feeling those spurts, sprays, not just squirt and dribble down their thighs and to the ground, but actually /shoot/ inside, wedging the tip to their tight entrance, flooding their body with more, more, /more/ of that sickeningly dense seed! Clogging up their guts in ways they couldn't even expect to fix for weeks if not months after this. They were giving themselves, giving themselves up for this beast of a cock.

"I will... Make you cum... Don't worry." Shaky. That soft, squeaky voice was shaky, fearful, but needy. More, more pressure, using their weight, their short form, all they had, to step back and jab against their entrance. Sticky enough to keep the tip lodged there. Slick enough to allow a smoother entrance along those inner walls. One inch, two inches- Whines and /gasps/ as they started to feel overstretched by that fist-like girth. Rolls of their hips, bumps, screwing that monster more and more inside- As their hands reached back. To squeeze, for stability, to have a firmer grasp, at the base, against their /balls/ once more, holding onto them for leverage, taking a deep breath, and /pushing/, more, as if they were trying to just /drop/ their weight backwards. "A-aaahn- Fuck-!!"

Eve Morrison could feel the pressure pushing down onto the tip, the flick flesh nearly spilling out and over, grinding into the hole. And then it slipped, slightly, almost losing to the pressure of the hole, and disappearing between the cheeks. But no, this figure, this person on the other side, seemed to absolutely need this cock, need to help, in a way that felt like love, and that caused the shaft that they were trying to press down and hold steady go even stiffer, throbbing painfully at the base. "Nn." A grunt that didn't seem dragged out, instead a focus on the warmth. Holy- It was starting to fit inside. They could feel it. The sensation of omething warm and wettened with slick prenut starting to slowly swallow the beast of a cock. A low, shocked gasp, as they felt an anal ring stretch and spread around their hole, the sensation of it absolutely divine. The way it couldn't actually fit it. The way every fold of the little hole, every divet and dent in the fleshy ring stretched around the massive, girthy shaft. It was like silky flesh wrapped around in a hug over every inch of the tip. Which, now lodged inside, started to blast and splurt, heat crawling up the anal-lover's guts and completely filling them with more and more stoppering warmth. This was sex? This was what it felt like to be on the other side of it?

It was fantastic!

The person on the other side couldn't help but let out a low, hungry moan, now that they were actually feeling the sensation of a warm little hole wrapped around them, straining and struggling to fit just the tip in, let alone the complex web of cables down the shaft. "Oh my gawd... Like... This is the best! We totally have to do this again sometime!" Did... Did this person not know how gloryholes worked?... "Like... I... Mnnn.... Gimme a sec." The always-happy chatterbox, now that they were being swallowed, and had a proper meatsleeve to empty into, some semblance of control returned. A forceful smash into the wall later, and the sound of an effort-filled grunt, and it seemed like almost nothing changed. But with hips and thighs pressed tight against the wall, it felt so much closer, like this hardworking cockslut could totally fit it all in. "I'm usually on the other side of this... So... This is... Mnnnn... Oh my god- Ohh!!" The figure squeaked aloud, as those hands gripped tight at the base, and tried to push backwards, swallowing up inch after inch through sheer, brute force. Which succeeded. Every time they tried their best to push, more fractions of inches disappeared in that little hole, and the silky anal walls were absolutely decimated. The hole was being remolded, reshaped, through the brute size of the fist-like beast shoved inside of them. The thick cables of veins applied intense, fulfilling pressure over every inch of those lovely walls that they pressed up against, grinding and scraping, pushing everything inside to to its elasticity limit. The veins throbbed, constantly pressing harder, then softening, every sensation, every subtle change of lodged cock tangible to the person trying to swallow it up. There was no longer a comment, or story time.

No, this was the sensation of being speared right. Of being completely wrapped up in warmth. Even with just a few inches of cock stuffed into that tight little hole, it elicited thick splurt after thick splurt, gutstuffings for the hardworker. The veins tensed up, thickening inside, and growing stiffer, as they scraped and grinded, pushing past the slick entrance, and trying to lodge themselves inside. It was like being knotted on a dog-dick, except it was just firm vein straining the hole to its utmost, trying to lodge itself in, inescapable, as the proper sensation of being swallowed sent sparks throughout every inch of their body. "M-More... F-First load's... T-Totally close.." The sweet, upbeat, feminine voice was a hoarse, husky whisper. "Gotta... Do at least... Two.... F-Fit it all in, okay?"

 Someone in the other room Pant. Pant. Ragged breaths, shudders, 9427 surely had to be able to feel it, the way those insides twitched and pulsed almost violently with every new inch they managed to grind inside of them! Saying they were fucking or that they were fucking themselves on that cock would be the understatement of a century, with how big this was, with the effort they had to pull, it was veritably letting that thing /punch/ their insides. Again, and again, their hips moved weakly forward and there was a /yank/, a push backwards, with their guts continuing to swallow every gush and spurt of pre, feeling it build up, gel together in large globs that kept on pushing in deeper and deeper, belly growling, churning in discomfort.

They moved somehow, but they really couldn't tell what changed. They were in their own little world, both a paradise and a hell, heaven with each rush of delight their clenching insides brought, and yet a torture for that poor, once tight entrance. Pulled apart, yanked harder, specially the further down they went, specially as those grinds backwards got the tip to roll further in, further past a very, very pleasurable nub alongside the walls of their ass, deeper to the point the fat head really /punched/ forward at something, a wall, a twist- The first turn of their guts... What was this, six inches in? Seven maybe at most? They were around halfway inside and already their abdomen was bulging out... No, not just that, they, the entirety of them was a complete and utter mess, it was a thing the other person would never see, a thing they had to miss.

Those eyes wide, even the one that had been caked in pre, tears rolling down their ecstatic, red face. Soft lips gaping open, tongue lolled out, panting, gasping, moaning with drool constantly /streaming/ down their chin and on their clothes! Shaky legs threatening to drop them any second now, making their thighs quiver, making that fat ass wobble and /clap/, clap back and massage as much of their cock as they could reach. This was their fear, and their desire. Getting to a point they couldn't push it any more, but... Needing to. Wanting to. "I... A-aaah- F-fuck- Fuck- I need... You to t-thurst forward, e-even if it's just a jab, o-of those hips... Pull back all you c-can with this thing still through the hole and... Shove... G-God, if I h-haven't passed out by the end of this I... Would not mind d-doing this another time... But... Okay... O-One... Two..." Three. They didn't say it. They couldn't. Their mind screamed this was a bad idea, their body hurt already, but they /needed/ this, beyond their human limits, beyond their common sense, feet ground firmly into the ground, hands /squeezing/ at their nuts harder, and a deep /breath/ audible before... Dropping back. Their weight. Their strength. A single /shove/ with all the strength they could muster, a single /push/ to make their belly bulge out and /jut/ forward with that monster of a cock impaling them, teeth grit in preparation for this, wanting, needing. Needing this. Needing them- Entirely. Filling. Now.

Eve Morrison couldn't help themselves! This was absolutely, perfectly blissful! Being lodged in like this was so damn perfect that they didn't know if there was a word for it! Maybe "spectacular"? Feeling those guts and insides, those inner walls coiling and squeezing down, grinding back and forth all over the shaft. They were trying to pinch down on the coiled veins, stop the continued pushing forwards, but no, that wouldn't work. Instead, the poor anally-violated lover would be able to feel the sensation of every cable pressuring against them, crushing against their insides, and retaining their shape even as that hole squeezed down, forcefully gripping. In a position like this, the cock-giver couldn't really do much but enjoy the sensations of that hole wrapped around them. Of its warm, sticky insides, of its hard grip around them, of the silky walls squeezing down. They were just letting this person use their cock like a dildo, and it felt soo freaking good. Each push backwards let them experience a subtle new sensation. Like how deep they could go, and wondering how large the person on the other side was for taking this much cock all at once. Of the flood of prenut sloshing around and about, completely smothering their insides and maybe even bulging the belly outwards. The thought of the gel-like globs sticking together, and marring this person as their own personal cumdump caused an adrenaline-fueled giggle-fest. Poor person, working their best to smash and fuck themselves raw on a beast of a cock like this, and all they could really do was enjoy the sensation.

And judging by the strain of actually managing to fit the thing inside, both of them were probably just enjoying the sensations of this debaucherous playsession. A low, even growl of satisfaction and pleasure filled them, as the little hole strained and stretched, the anal ring spread thin around the bestial cock, each cable of vein tearing it even wider than the cock's actual girth, forcing the first-like head to feel small in comparison to the shaft as it dug deeper in. There was even this little nub that the cock was pressuring down on, crushing underneath its girth! It tickled the base of the cock, and a giggling moan fell out of those lips again. But then, the strenuous journey stopped, and that gut-wrenching cock stopped moving. There was silence, nobody was moving, and all there was was a meatcondom wrapped around every inch of that wrecking cock, hole swallowing as desperately as it could.

The insistent claps broke the silence, the wet feeling of a bubbly pair of ass cheeks constantly smacking down against the fat shaft, and getting little sticky webs of the nut that'd been massaged into it earlier connecting them, and pulling those thick cheeks around that girthy shaft even more often, until they were nearly stuck together, vacuum-sealed by the stickiness of nut and lust, their bodies as completely immobile as they could be, and still joined together. Labored, panting breaths followed the voice on the other side, too, both of them apparently working their best to keep this display of lust and improper sizes continue. "O-Okay... Ohmygod.... I-I can try... I-I'm a little lodged through, so, like, gimme a sec." The sound of something firm clattered to the ground. Wait. This person had entered in with high heels. Apparently, having removed those, they intended to get as good a foothold as possible on the ground. With the person telling them to pull back, and then slam in, even with their cock completely stuffing the hole, they couldn't say "no". Instead, there was silence, underneath the quiet count. One... Two... The moment three came up, the cheeks that tried to smack down hard found themselves hitting empty air. A wet, sudden pop let their asses almost hitting the wall, while the hole was pulled backwards, all left inside the head. They'd wrenched themselves out. That hole, that had been overstretched to its limit, was now nearly-popped empty, the anal ring stretched tight around just the head.

Eve Morrison let out a roar, albeit a weak and girlish one, as they slammed forwards. What had been empty was now full. The wet pop of the cock and slicked up balls, lubed up by their own load, managed to gracefully pop out, and then back in, the balls smacking wetly against that ass that had been trying to damn hard.Fingers connected to the ballsack by strands of slippery-sticky cum were left alone and untouched. And that little hole was wrenched open, forced wide to eat up every last inch of that footlonger. It pushed past the turn in their guts, literally reshaping their belly, and the little nub was completely smothered under the thickest portion of the underside, the cumvein, which... Didn't manage to slip inside. Even with the full foot of cock lodged up into their guts, pressing into them, and using a mixture of precum, full-body-force, and both sides working hard, the thing hadn't quite- Oops, there it went.

A little bulge would've been nothing on a smaller cock. It would've been nothing and useless and just maybe a fun attraction to look at. But on a behemoth like this, it dug fully in, and spread that hole open in a way it never should have been. The poor anal-lover was "knotted" in the lewdest way possible. Not by the shape of the cock. But by the sheer volume and thickness of cum slowly working its way up the shaft, stretching the hole to near-breakage, and adding to the already immense girth. The thick heat flooded slowly up the cumvein, a single moment drawn out as the pseudo-knot of a thick, creamy load tried its best, pinning that little nub down, and crushing it completely underneath the weight of the thick, creamy release, that hadn't even emptied out yet.

But already stuffed with cock the point of unreasonableness, the thing had trouble crawling up. The head alone had been hard to fit in, ruining this formerly tight hole and permanently wrecking the muscles of its ring and anal walls. The cable-veins were worse, a spiderweb that showed all attempts at squeezing down and out were futile, remoulding the insides through shape and letting the anal ring feel every nub, every contour of cock, as it traveled up and through, letting the poor figure really enjoy the sensation of a constantly-changing shape of cock. But this?... This was like a little balloon knot wrecking the hole, and breaking it to the point of closing being a question. "Ohhmygawd... Are you like, ready?... It's totally gonna come out soon... Like... Are you alright?" The person on the other side asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Well. Considering that her beast-dick had just been unceremoniously slammed past guts, it was no surprise that they were asking if the person was still conscious to receive the thick load working its way up that terrible and evil shaft.

Their mind, their body, even though they were telling him to reconsider, even though it was such a bad idea, poor thing couldn't stop themselves if they wanted. It was like being lured by a siren, both the satisfaction of letting that thing punch its way inside of their body, the enjoyment the person on the other side was about to feel, it was... It was so good, it just felt /right/, they needed it! They needed to feel every inch like they were already feeling half, with those walls twitching with each beat of their heart, with their prostate feeling the /pressure/ to the point of being nearly milked. Every nerve overstimulated, ever inch of those walls tugged against, each ridge, each bump- Burnt into their memory, really displacing their insides, /shaping/ them like a proper cocksleeve for that cock. There was no turning back, those hips jolted back, harshly, shoving...

And met nothing. There was no pain. No pleasure. No sensation of being full- No, all the opposite, those overstretched, gaping insides were actually... Empty? It felt wrong, sickeningly wrong, like a void had been opened where there should have anything by natural law, like they were NOT supposed to be empty, ever! And yet at the same time, with the harsh yank that pulled the fat cock back and out of their rear, there was a moment of realisation, of sobering back. Their conflicted mind split momentarily again, the need and the worry arguing within him once more... The yank got their ass closer to the wall and split their psyche. The thrust pushed it back together and split their ass instead. Up until now it had been them- Them who had the control, them who had the upper hand. Maybe it's true they were the bottom, taking it up the ass, ruining themselves, literally ruining that poor ass and their poor insides! But they were the one who held how rough and how fast they were going to be. Now? Now it was the other's turn to shine, and they shone with a single, violent movement of their hips.

For the one on the other side of the wall? It would just be pleasure, a sudden warmth engulfing every inch of that fat cock, balls slapping forward, hips connecting with the gloryhole, as the twitching insides kept that rippling motion in even more intense squeezes. But for the poor thing receiving the cock...? Their abdomen suddenly jutted outwards. Guts really pushed aside and against, forced, forward, mercilessly. The intensity of the thrust /lifting/ the short thing right off their feet for the briefest of moments, and forcing them to stay on their /tip-toes/ suspended off the monster that was now impaling them. A scream dying at their lips as instead foamy saliva took its place, dribbling down, eyes rolled back, nearly blanking, back arched, head /hitting/ the stall wall behind... There was the shock, there was no pain or pleasure. No numbness. Just feeling. Sensation. Overstimulation. Insides fucked raw and rearranged, body used like a most proper cocksleeve.

No response, no noises other than audible /gagging/, and their weight pretty much suspended off that thing, it was their client's time to shine. First fucking their ass up with a single thrust, and then, making even the act of cumming an excruciating ordeal. It bulged. It pushed, it shoved, it moved. The fact her load was so big, so thick, so intense her very cock had to /shift/, that it had to /swell/ to accommodate the sheer amount would be sickening, disgusting for anyone else with any common sense left in their mind, but the poor broken toy on the other side of the stall had nothing else to focus on. Staring blankly at the wall ahead, teeth grit with more saliva dribbling down. It was just them, and the faux knot of that load /shoving/ forward, tearing through the now broken, dilated entrance to their ass, gushing upwards, bubbling through the cock and /punching/ at their prostate. A harsh, single squeeze, much like the thrust, almost involuntary, almost effortless for the other, and yet enough to /squish/ that poor thing to nothing, forcing a ripple of pleasure up their spine, forcing a /last/ spurt of seed, pathetic, small, unseen by anyone, splattering on the ground, before a much smaller shaft, irrelevant to the situation at hand, completely went limp. Limp, like the poor thing's body. Barely any control left to their body. And with the load slowly reaching the tip of that cock? With the load itself bulging the cock enough to /mark/ its shape on their abdomen? They were just about to graduate from cocksleeve to cumdump.

Eve Morrison relished in it. This sensation. power, control... It felt so dang good! Having come in as a slave to desire, and biology, and still being that way, they hadn't usually felt this kind of lusty satisfaction, even when they indulged in debauchery. Usually, they were on the other side of the wall. They were just enjoying the hell out of themselves, being fucked and stabbed in the gut. But this was nothing like that. This felt so dang right. Feeling a tight little hole wrapping itself around every inch of her girthy, beastial shaft, and squeeze down, hugging it like a close friend and lover, was perfection incarnate! It was gripping down on the massive wombwrecker as if it were trying to kill it, milking motions earning earning more splurts of wet, gut-stretching pre firing up into the tight little hole, and up through the guts. The cascade had been thick and full, milky and rounded, like chunks of butter crawling and melting as they dribbled up inside of the little hole, but now, fully inside, it felt so much better. "LIke, oh my god, you're so deep, honey!" The feminine voice giggled, happily and girlishly, as the thick gut-wrecker managed to stuff itself almost all the way up into the stomach, and now splattered the inside of the cocksleeve, while simultaneously splattering the inside of the hole with the puddle of juices. The puddle of spilt pre cum was sloshed and splattered around and about just with that one thrust, and the hole was quivering like it was trying to milk every last droplet of cum out of that thick hole. "Uhm... You... You okay?" Now that they were completely in, with a pair of thick ass cheeks settled down on and smothering their balls in warmth, the silence became a little concerning. Poor cocksleeve was apparently having a hard time of it. A few knocks on the wall followed. "Like... You there?" The figure asked, concern audible.

The dull thud of hitting the wall followed, and a relieved sigh escaped from the figure. "Like, oh-em-gee, you're totally cumming from this! You could've told me you like this so much!! We're like, totally the same! We should do this, like, way more often." The bimboesque didn't seem to understand that their gut-wrecker was thick enough to lift the figure off of the ground, and that they were now giving a proper gutfucking, instead of an assfuck. "You're like, so deep too... Ohemgee, like, I remember the guys telling me that sticking it in was fun, but like, I never thought it'd feel, like, THIS good." Another happy-go-lucky giggle, and then slowly, hips started to pull backwards, the wet, loud pop of the balls and cock slipping through the hole the only real noise. "But don't worry, hon. Momma'll make sure you can ride it out nice and fun." There was a kind of obscenely-lewd pride that "momma" seemed to indulge in when they said that. Of course, lodged in properly, that meant that the mind-numbed cocksleeve couldn't actually get the thick girth outta their hole if they wanted to. But Momma didn't seem to mind that much.

Instead of just pumping their hips back and forth, the figure pulled backwards, and, fully aware that when locked in "orgasm" their anal cocksleeve wouldn't be able to really thrust backwards to get this fat shaft back inside... They simply pivoted their hips, and changed the angle in the next thrust. On the other side of the wall, of course, this meant that instead of the wiggling bulge of cock actually escaping and then reforming the fat dickbulge, the bulge actually moved around, changing angles and stimulating every nerve it could. The veins pressed down and screwed themselves up against each and every nerve that they could touch, grinding and scraping and ruining this hole forever. Those balls, with little hip-thrusts, smacked wetly, the thick spider-like webs of prenut from earlier connecting the smothered ass cheeks with the full orbs, tangibly shrunken when they pressed up hard against those bubbly cheeks. Those fat cheeks could feel how the orbs were pumping, pushing, sending as much of the heavy load they carried up into the no-longer tiny hole, and breeding that little asshole wide open. The enjoyable sensation of this, the constant shifting, pulled and pushed, grinding and yanking on the insides of the butt-slut's guts, the elastic things barely holding the full shaft together.

And all the while, that thick, creamy load rode up higher and higher. The knot of nutsludge managed to make it a few inches up the cock, before finally, they hit the first real target. The prostate. That little nub. It completely crushed and destroyed the button under the weight of the load, no longer milking the little thing, as much as crushing it under the heavy weight of the sloppy load, on its way up. And that pressure continued further, and further, the obviously over-thick cum pressing up further. Oh god. This wasn't just a bulging knot of cum. This was a stream of cum with such thick, potent, rich seed at the forefront that it had to be pushed out by the rest of the ejaculate. It kept rising, pushing the orgasm bulge up into the guts, letting them feel the obscene heat of a right and proper cock. It traveled up further, further, it's epic journey... Finally concluded.

A wash of thick, creamy goop fired up into that stomach, the first blast of rich seed made up of almost literal chunks of cum fired off into the hole. No longer properly lodged, the hole blasted back the precum as it was displaced by the thick splurt of load, yellowish nut firing out of the tight little hole, and backlogging onto the base of the cock, and the fat ass of the newly-crowned cumdump. Poor thing, too, since that was just the first splurt. While it was still the thickest, the next batter of balljuice fired out was still thick, pudding-like, and completely smothered the inside of that tight little hole, the chunks washed up deeper inside from the more liquidy burst, and getting caught between the guts and the stomach, as the tar-cum enema continued, pushing on for a full minute of still enjoyment. "Oh my gawd, hon, this is like, the beeessttt.." The bimboesque "momma" seemed quite more than happy enough to have emptied the first load they'd promised into the hole. But after a minute was when they finally showed signs of slowing down, the cum enemy nearly impregnating the poor cumdump, before the newly-full-of-sticky-slick-blasted hole started to become nice and slippery, dribbling and dripping thick smatters of cum onto the ground, a puddle of juices and an over stuffed stomach full of chewable tar-cum the proof of lusty enjoyments. "So, like, was it as good for you as it was for me, honey?"