Garth awoken blearily, and rolled over, blinking in the darkness as his eyes made out the clock. Then he groaned, less than 45 minutes until his alarm, and he needed to use the restroom. He started sitting up, and groaned again. His cock was hard.
"If you weren't so much fun, you'd be a pain in the ass." He said under his breath, as his nearly arm long dick throbbed, enjoying the attention. There was an obvious darker spot, even in the dim predawn, but at least this time he hadn't cum. There were still splotches on the ceiling from the numerous wet dreams. Thankfully, as far as he could tell, his jockstrap had been pushed out of the way, rather than breaking, again.
Garth huffed in irritation, and rolled out of bed, trying to step carefully not to wake his wife as the floor perceptively bowed underneath his weight. He stripped off his sleep clothes, sighing as his watermelon like breasts swung free, and his balls were released from their elastic prison. As he waked towards the bathroom, he reflexively tensed his kegals, lodging his cock between his tits, just right for him to enjoy the sweet pheromones pouring off it, and maybe lick some of pre that seemingly never stopped pouring from the finger sized slit.
And this was one of the times when sex was in the background of his life.
Day to day, his life was... kind of boring. In the sense that he knew what it was going to be like from sun up to sun down. Constantly observed, constantly tested, his body absolutely optimized for output, a constant flow of resources coming in and milk, cum, pre, and virus coming out. The local Amazon support group had a category for people like Garth. Breeding Studs, something of a joke since they were banned from directly fucking anyone, except each other.
And there were exactly three in the city.
Still, there were definitely benefits... Garth thought as he walked into the bathroom, looking forward to the breeding post he had set up there. He'd done a line of coke in college once. Whenever he tried to say how an orgasm made him feel, that was the closest he could relate it to. A sense of power, and energy, ready to keep on going until his lungs and muscles were burning. And he was a world class marathon runner.
He yawned, and turned on the lights.
Dorothy was sitting on the floor, naked, fingering herself, right underneath the breeding post. Well... sitting was a bit generous. She was aggressively attacking the gaping slit with her mouth and nose. It was shiny with frothy saliva, and the floor was glistening with arousal.
That was new.
She snatched her hand away from her groin like she was a teenager being caught, well, masturbating in the bathroom. She stared at Garth, gasping, hands not sure if they wanted to cover her breasts or play with them.
Garth sighed. "Alright... we're definitely going to need to talk in the morning..." He rubbed his eyes, his cock hardening even more at how much his wife wanted just his scent and flavor, let alone... He felt his balls already tensing ready to unload. She started crawling towards him, panting, trying to get closer to the overpowering musk, eyes blank, arousal visibly dripping down her legs. "Oh... fuck."
Garth grabbed his cock, and stepped forward, feeding it into the breeding post, and instantly unloading. His balls, swollen from not fucking overnight, slowly stopped complaining as spurt after spurt unloaded. Just another morning.
Then Garth gasped as Dorothy got involved.
Her eyes were half lidded as she crawled up behind him, head swimming in his scent. She reached out and licked him, his salty flavor leaving her head sparking and her clit tingling. She kept licking upwards, until she felt a furnace of heat and desire. She nudged aside his balls, and he felt her breath on his clit.
Garth knew he should stop, exposing Dorothy to his viral load was extremely risky, but-
His world went white as Dorothy licked it.
Garth came. Garth came, shaking, moaning, and hard.
He lost control as he grabbed onto the breeding post, his balls pumping, his legs almost giving out, as Dorothy eagerly licked and sucked, her face bathed in arousal and sweat. Garth collapsed against the post, his ass and legs the only things still able to keep moving, almost entirely overwhelmed.
It felt like minutes passed before Garth's orgasm came to an end, and he pulled out of the post. "That... was the most amazing... thing I've ever felt... thank you so much." He managed, panting, before looking down.
Dorothy was laid on her back, eyes open, brain turned to mush by Garth's fluids. All was moving was her hand, stroking herself, as she barely breathed, riding high on endorphins, her brain nothing but bubbles.
"Oh fuck."
***
Dorothy yawned and woke up, feeling very well rested. She looked over at her clock and... this wasn't her room. It wasn't even the old master bedroom. Or the new reinforced bedroom for Garth. It looked like sterile white medical normal.
She looked around, and confirmed, yes, it was medical, seemed like the inside of the lab. A lab technician looked at a blinking light on their data tablet, and then got up, walking over to Dorothy. Dorothy lay there, noticing the IV tubes running into her arm.
"You gave us a bit of a scare." The technician said. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Well... I woke up, and needed to go to the bathroom... then I think I fell asleep?" She said, then blushed, remembering probably the best dream in months. She'd smelled Garth and fuck, she could feel herself moistening just from the thought.
The lab technician nodded, and made a note. "And have you been exposed to Garth's body fluids?"
"Not directly..." She said, trying not to get any of the technicians in trouble in case they were covering their own asses. She was a grownup.
"Alright, do you mind if we do a physical exam to confirm? Can I import your records?" Dorothy nodded to the technician and laid back, trying to relax back into sleep. She wanted to try to get back to that dream where she...
Oh.
"... did I... eat out Garth... all night?"
"We're trying to figure out what effects it may have had." The lab technician didn't quite confirm.
"I... don't think it's much? I haven't lost weight and my clothes still fit..." Dorothy said, a bit groggily, trying to help.
"Well, it looks like your body fat percentage is down to nearly 15%, and that wasn't true a month ago." The technician said.
"What does that mean?"
"You have abs."
