WARNING: This story contains catgirls, futanari, hypercock, pissing, and cum inflation. Everyone in the story is over the age of 18. Thanks for reading and remember to leave a review.
Stirring from her sleep, the first thing that Donna's mind took notice of was the piercing sunlight hitting her eyes. Following closely behind, the second thing she registered was the loud need to stretch. Her bones yearned to be cracked and her muscles stretched. The third and most important thing was the overwhelming need to piss.
So, she did as she needed. She threw her arms up above her head and stretched her muscles, purring in satisfaction as each muscle unwound itself and each bone popped. She then made her way from her bed to the window one step away and closed the curtains, the light fading away. With two out of the three tasks done, Donna, with great pleasure, dragged her cock from her bed.
It was a massive member. Unlike anyone else's, Donna's cock easily cleared her torso when it came to length and width. Her testicles, each as equally as gargantuan along with her cock, were the size of yoga balls, and each weighed around 300 pounds.
It was easy, to think, then, that it'd be hard for anyone to carry that amount of cock around. However, Donna was no ordinary cat woman, and while she was no body builder, her body had indeed grown accustomed to her member's weight.
Her legs, once, in her younger years, been taught and thick with muscle, now carried a layer of fat that accentuated their enormity. Her muscles hadn't disappeared, however, and with her cock and nuts permanently growing, they too grew stronger. This is the reason why, when Donna's cock and nuts dropped from the bed, they didn't cause her knees to buckle.
Her steps thumped as she made her way from her room to the restroom that she shared with her nine daughters. A smile graced her lips as she heard her daughters stumbling about downstairs trying to get everything ready for breakfast. She opened the door to the restroom to find her eldest daughter, Jessica, kneeling beside the toilet.
"Good morning, mom." Said Jessica, a smile on her face. Her hands were resting atop the ring of the toilet, and her body was in a state of undress. Donna did nothing to conceal her blatant ogling of her daughter's decently sized breasts.
"Good morning, Jess. Let's do this a bit differently this time." Donna told her as she grabbed ahold of her heavy cock and placed it upon the edge of the bathtub. Jessica's ears twitched as she cocked her head sideways. It wasn't common for her mother to switch up their routine. They'd wake up, Jessica earlier than her mother, and Jessica would prepare herself in the restroom, and when her mother arrived, she'd help aim her mother's cock into the toilet lest she spill piss all over the floor. For it to change today caused, within Jessica, a small sliver of anxiety to arise. It was small, but it was powerful.
With a shaky voice, Jessica spoke. "Have I done something wrong, mom?" Her ears flattened as her mother's hand reached for her head. Donna caressed Jessica's fiery red hair, then scratched behind her ear.
"You've done nothing wrong, honey. In fact, I wanted to reward you. So, get yourself off the floor and get into the tub."
Anxiety replaced with confusion, Jessica did as she was told and situated herself inside the bathtub, her legs in a criss cross and her hands on the edge of the bathtub on either side of her mother's cock. Donna smiled.
"Make sure that you're comfortable," said Donna before her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and her stomach clenched. Jessica's own eyes widened. Her mind caught up with what was going on.
Rather than Jessica help Donna aim her cock into the toilet, the edge of the bathtub took that honor, and now Jessica had become the toilet. A thrill of delight and horniness was the last thing to go through Jessica's mind before Donna's cock lurched and out came a pressurized stream of piss.
It blasted her right in the chest, pushing her against the other end of the tub. The pain it brought her was nothing compared to the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Acrid smell of urine acted as pheremones within her mind, arousing her. As if by instinct, she began purring, and her hands rubbed the urine streaming upon her all over herself. Some dripped down to her vagina, and she rubbed that in, too. She opened her mouth to let out a moan, but her mother, being sometimes a fiend, took the liberty to readjust the aim of her cock. So, it was so that Jessica begna to drown in her mother's own piss.
Gallon after gallon forced itself inside her mouth and down her throat, filling her stomach. It became painful rather quickly, but Jessica kept chugging, and her mother kept pissing. Her stomach distended outwards and downwards, stretch marks appearing with each gallon that she forced down. This is the reason why Donna needed help whenever she needed to piss. For one, her cock was incredibly heavy, and while Donna could lift it, she preferred it when her daughter did it for her. Besides, whenever the toilet got to capacity, her daughter was in charge of flushing it before it spilled out. This time, however, Donna found it to be much more enjoyable than all the other times.