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.