no nut november - day 30

the concept of midnight is fuzzy when you are so enormous you cross multiple time zones without trying. nonetheless, her internal clock is ready. ripples contort across her skin. shafts rub against each other, their sensitive, desperate tips shivering visibly. 

the largest penis, the original, she feels her testicles pull up tightly, the muscles in her sac pressing the heavy, built-up load of semen out and through her. the first cumshot is visible in the underside of her erect shaft, shooting upwards, the flesh bulging outwards from the sheer density and weight of her cum. 

finally, finally, she orgasms - and the moment her semen breaks free, spurting helplessly out of her red, sensitive tip, all of the other cocks feel the release, too. each cumshot lasts for minutes, heavy and dense, thick semen spraying upward. her collective body thrashes under the impossible pleasure of an orgasm a month in the waiting, each penis releasing its potent sperm in a different direction.

the people watch as thick, dense cum falls from the skies. it breaks buildings, leaves craters. but it's gentle on bodies. it needs them, after all. the texture is how you might think of quicksand, swallowing people whole and refusing to let them out. their fur, scales, or skin feel warm, pleasant massaging, as billions of individual microscopic sperm desperately fight for any way inside, any way to breed. everywhere in the world, bodies are used and used, impossibly pregnant with hundreds of thousands of new cocks at a time. and used again, by the powerful instincts of the very cocks they just released into the world.

this was what she'd been waiting for: not a mere orgasm, but a new world, bred in her own image.

no nut november - day 27

as she grows and grows, more and more people take notice. the powerful hormonal effect sways the judgment of any living thing around her, and soon enough she is on the national news.

"After some 'on-the-ground research,' we've come to learn just how powerful this thing really is," says the bat news anchor. "It's honestly amazing! I got this great shot of it, and I felt something up my leg and -- well -- this happened." She pats her stomach, heavily rounded and pregnant with the young of the creature. "But look at you! What did you do!?"

"I... uhh... might have just gotten my brains fucked out by one of those little ones growing on the back before we aired..." admits the dog with a laugh. Her stomach is enormous, rippled with the marks of her skin being forced to stretch under her fur, which has become sparse from the expansion. It is visibly growing as the news report continues.

"Wow! I'm jealous!" The bat turns to the camera, looking a bit serious. "The strangest part is that no one has seen it cum yet," she says. "Like, all anybody has seen has just been a few drops here and there, or in my case, a weird big sperm that got in me. And the thing doesn't show any signs of stopping its growth!"

"The governor urged anyone within the city limits to evacuate, but I'll be damned if I get out of here without watching that beautiful cock cum," the dog says.

"Haha! Well, you're welcome to leave if you want, viewers. But..." The bat's voice dims to a whisper. "I saw the governor fucking it, the day after he made the order..."

"Oh my god, he just wants it all to himself!" The dog jumps to her toes in indignance and nearly topples over from the heavy weight of her stomach. "I say we all try to make that thing cum, together..."

"I can get on board with that!"

no nut november - day 24

deep within her, her testicles churn in anticipation, so close to release. she wants -- needs -- to direct her cum where it will be most powerful, to find the most densely populated places to aim her shafts towards. so her balls work hard, sperm colliding with sperm and combining the genetic material until they become macroscopic. they press against the walls of her testes, desperate for a way out. they will be her scouts, to thrust themselves through the landscape searching for the telltale signs of corruptable life. once they find suitably dense life for insemination, they will bury themselves underground and decompose into a puddle of semen. she will be able to detect her very powerful hormones from far away: sperm scouts that are moving are still searching... warm, quiet burbling of semen underground will signal to her that the perfect place has been found.