(TAGS: Furry, Herm/Futa/Intersex, Sheep, Squirrel, Condoms, Impregnation, Excessive Cum, Cum Inflation, Oral, Vaginal)
Most people in their everyday lives, when they step into something that makes a squelching sound, are confused. Why does it feel like I just stepped on a water balloon filled with pudding would be a perfectly normal question to ask oneself in a situation like Sundae found herself in as she walked into her boss' office that Wednesday morning. Why are there balloons in various neon bright colors filled with copious volumes of viscous liquid laying all around the room and why are there so many? Most people don't have Avery as a boss, though, and this was all perfectly normal. While she did have a brief moment to realize that it was, as it was sometimes referred to in a charming colloquialism 'hump day', that thought was wiped free when the balloon she stepped on burst under her and she got a solid gallon's worth of squirrel jizz all over her new pumps. "Heh. Pumps." She muttered with a bit of dark humor.
While she was annoyed at this turn of events, it was not only not totally unexpected since any day working under Avery meant there was at least a 20% chance of getting cum on, around, or in her, the current condom minefield was new. She took a moment to kick her foot out a few times to shake off at least the majority of the pungent liquid soaking into her shoe before finally giving up and just taking both of them off. She nudged them out of the way with a toe and, that sorted, she looked around the large office.
She glanced at her boss' desk, a large expanse of towers of fabric, pincusions, two sewing machines, an ocean of design sheets, and several more of the same bulging sacs of seed strewn about the room. The smell was enough to knock her off her feet, though the tightening of her dress skirt indicated she was not bothered by it. Or, rather, maybe it was just that she was used to it. A year ago Sundae might have been thrown off by the sight of her boss, leaned back in her expensive leather chair, one leg draped over the corner of the desk as her hands roamed and glided over her form, pleasuring herself with pinches and tugs, fingers dipping into slits, pinching nipples, groping titanic mounds of titflesh and even bigger balls, and of course stroking her thick squirrel cock. Now, the sheep just sighed and started unbuttoning her top, knowing what was coming.
At least once...well..three times a month, Avery got so focused on her work that she forgot to take care of her rather overproductive bodily functions until her balls were swollen down to the floor. Then, as the closest outlet, Sundae ended up being the one that needed to help her boss with releasing that pent up production. Usually with her, the sheep sheepishly admitted to herself, talented mouth or hands. She was an excellent assistant and very skilled with design and sewing as well, someday very likely to be a name in the industry herself. Her other skills, possibly honed from having similar issues to her boss, were really knowing how to get a big dick off and the smell and sights in the room meant she would be needing to soon, too.
She finished taking off her clothing and neatly folded them and placed the garments somewhere that wasn't sticky, which took a moment to find. Even though most of Avery's mess was constrained inside latex, nobody is perfect, and there were ropes and puddles of shimmering seed splattered about. Sundae took a moment of self-indulgence and gave her own cock a few short strokes, rumbling satisfaction mostly at being freed from her fabric confines and then spoke up, "Ma'am, we've talked about this. This is going to take forever to clean and there's a showing Friday. We have four models coming in tomorrow and a meeting with the investors this afternoon!"
Avery's heavy lids slid open and she smiled like a drunkard at her assistant, her hand lazily stroking along a cock currently pumping its load into a hot pink condom that was nearing its limit, the stretched latex drooping down below the table. "Sundae! I'm so glad you're here! I really need your help. I hit a real creative roadblock and couldn't focus anymore until I took care of this and it's just not going down. But see? I got these new condoms in and they are so, so strong! I bet they'll work for sure!" She slowly, carefully, almost sensually rolled the rubber off of her still throbbing cock, the smooth skin shiny with wetness. With delicate fingers she tied a knot in it, licking the opening like an ice cream before tossing the sloshing orb at Sundae, "See? Catch!"
The sheep squeaked in protest and shock and, not being the most athletic, flailed her arms in response and the cum-bulb smacked into her chest, both it and her pendulous tits wobbling in sympathetic waves for a minute before it splatted on the ground but, miraculously, didn't break. The first one must have been at its limit and failed when she stepped on it. She had to admit she was kind of impressed, once she stopped sputtering her complaints about the projectile. "Ma'am! I am....tolerant...of your antics to a point but I must ask you to please not throw your used condoms at me! It's disgusting!"
