A Fire Reignited Ch. 04

Mommy Dom time! Also some explanations about why Imogen is the way she is. Enjoy!

Tags: futa on male, hyper cock/balls/proportions, femboy, cum inflation/excessiveness, lactation, mommy dom

Tags are for the story as a whole.

Comments and feedback are appreciated!

Happy reading :)

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Once Ken had finished his emotional eruption, Imogen touched up his makeup, and then they went about their day together.

Imogen insisted on washing Ken's duffel bag and the few, tattered articles of clothing contained inside of it, which he happily agreed to - he was just relieved she didn't make him throw it all out! She seemed to understand that he wasn't ready to let go of the past entirely yet. But, as officially showed him around the house for the first time, she noticed one thing: he'd been clutching his old collar the entire time. Not forcing him to part with it either, she allowed him to secure in the nightstand next to the bed, the one opposite of hers, one she hinted at was now his to use.

Afterwards, they did some cleaning, and then cooking; it was nearly dinner, and Imogen hadn't eaten since breakfast, and Ken hadn't eaten at all yet. Ken watched her prepare the meal, trying to memorize every step and measurement, wishing that he wasn't illiterate so that he could take notes. When Imogen asked why he was so interested in the meal-preparation, he informed her that Agatha had never let him learn how to cook, telling her that she didn't trust him with the stove or knives. Imogen grimaced upon hearing this.

Then they sat down on the couch and ate, Imogen putting the news on as they did. They munched down dinner in relative silence, though Imogen kept an eye on Ken the whole time; he was handling solid foods much better than before as long as he had some of her milk to wash it down with as well, but she still wanted to be sure he didn't vomit all over her couch. That appeared not to be an issue yet, but Imogen could tell that Ken was starting to suffer from cum-withdrawals yet again - apparently her milk wasn't as satiating as she'd thought!

She'd need to find a remedy for that sooner than later.

"So, Ken, would you like to accompany me when I go out tomorrow?" Imogen asked him once her plate was clear, Ken's meal mostly finished, "I need to donate milk again, and I thought you might like to get out of the house for a bit - I'm sure you're not used to being so cooped-up all the time either."

"I-I'd like that, but ummm..." Ken fingered his neck absentmindedly, wincing at the lack of an adornment wrapped around it, "is it okay if I go with you? I mean, w-without a collar on? I don't want you to get in trouble!"

Imogen studied him for a moment.

"It'll be fine. If any dirty cop or another futa tries to give me any problems, I'll just tell them I'm waiting for a custom collar to be made for you, or yours broke or something. Don't worry about it."

Ken nodded.

"Are you gonna collar me? I kinda thought you would have already..."

"One step at a time, little one."

She showed him a comforting smile.

"Anything else on your mind?"

"Just one thing, b-but I don't know if it's okay to ask."

"Go ahead and ask what you want, I won't get mad, I promise."

"Okay. Uh, I guess I'm just wondering why you haven't tried to fuck me yet?" Ken blurted, his eyes darting towards the lack of a bulge in the crotch of Imogen's dress, "Is something wrong? Do y-you not want me...?"

When Imogen frowned, Ken began to panic.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything. You're a futanari, you're allowed to do what you want and I shouldn't question it. I-"

Imogen held up a hand.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I figured this would come up. Let me think of how to explain it..."

"Please let me see your cock!" He shouted all of a sudden, his addiction getting the best of him, "Please! I can make you f-feel good, I swear! I'll do whatever you want! I-I just need it!"

"I thought this might happen..." Imogen sighed and stood up, "Maybe it's just better if I show you."

Ken's eyes shone with excitement as Imogen rose up, looming above him. She slipped her arms through the sleeves of her dress, pushing its neckline halfway down her cleavage; then she hooked her thumbs into the hem and carefully peeled it over her bust, doing what she could not to tear the fabric or stretch it any more than it already was. He wasn't surprised this time when he saw the pair of pads covering her nipples, though he couldn't help but lick his lips at spotting their milk-saturated form. Pushing her dress lower, she slid it down her stomach to her waist, revealing more of her body than Ken had been allowed to see so far.

Her stomach was mostly flat with just a hint of a paunch rounding it out, her humongous breasts covering half of her midsection from their sheer, incredible heft. Then came Imogen's groin that was completely smooth like the rest of her body, not a single errant strand of hair to be seen; Ken practically held his breath when she shimmied her dress even lower, the anticipation of the grand reveal causing his heart to thump in his chest. Leaning forward, Ken gripped his knees eagerly as the root of Imogen's cock entered his view, that massive, beautiful, mouth-watering...

... what?

He couldn't hide his shock - shock and disappointment - no matter how hard he tried. What he was seeing was entirely unexpected, but in the worst of ways! Totally unbefitting of her Amazoness stature, Imogen's genitalia could only be described with one word: small. At least small for a futanari, especially one as tall and as built as Imogen. Ken rubbed his eyes to make sure they were still working, and pinched the skin on his arm to check if he was having a nightmare. No, this was real, it was real and depressing.

It... it was just so tiny! Imogen's dark-hued shaft hung maybe half a foot from her smooth crotch, her foreskin-sheathed, pink glans barely reaching her thighs. Her member wasn't thick, either, and Ken estimated that he could easily wrap his fingers around it with room to spare, something that rarely happened with futa. The worst part of her was that her balls matched the diminutive size of her dick, her whole scrotum barely more than a handful. He couldn't believe that her package was smaller than his!

Ken felt as though all of his hopes and dreams were crumbling before his very eyes. There was no way that Imogen's much smaller than average cock and balls could supply him with the cum he required to literally survive. How could this happen to him? Everything seemed to be going so well and now he was faced with this! The one flaw that Imogen had, the single imperfection in his new owner was the worst possible one imaginable. Why... why couldn't she be like Agatha in this one manner!?

Face paling, Ken felt as though he was going to faint.

"I can tell you were expecting more," Imogen spoke, stating the obvious as she finished shucking her dress to the floor, "it's okay, you don't need to lie to me."

Ken couldn't if he wanted to, because he could find it in himself to even speak.

"Look at me, Ken, so I can explain everything to you."

His head slowly lifted, the pain of doing so nigh-unbearable.

"I'm sure you've noticed that I'm much taller and physically bigger than other futanari - it's practically impossible not to," she began, her tone neutral, "well there's a reason for that. I was born with a rare hormone disorder that didn't reveal itself until I started puberty. It caused my body to grow at an accelerated rate, and when I reached adulthood, it got even worse."

Imogen looked plain sad as she continued.

"That's when my breasts grew to the size they are now, and I began to lactate uncontrollably. My cock and balls also grew to a size my doctor had never seen before, and that came with... other issues, so to say. So I was prescribed a special kind of suppressant."

Ken didn't know what that word meant.

"S-Suppressant...?"

"Oh, um. It's something that stops or slows the process of something else. So in this case, it slowed down my extreme hormone production and helped control it. I still lactate a lot, and it didn't make my body any smaller, but it worked on my genitalia, my sperm production, and my libido - all the things giving me the most trouble. I've been taking the suppressants for... for years now. I can barely remember a time when I wasn't on them."

"So..." Ken mulled over her words, trying to make sense of them, "when you're not on these um, 'suppressants' your cock and stuff is bigger?"

"Yes," Imogen nodded, "they are too big. That was the problem. I never met a male that could actually take me, and masturbation wasn't good enough to satisfy my libido - plus I made a huge mess all the time even when I wasn't erect."

Ken considered this new information once more. A part of him felt somewhat relieved that he hadn't found himself at the mercy of a lesser-endowed futanari, but that didn't mean his problems were solved; it didn't sound like Imogen was lying to him when she explained everything, her voice dripping with sadness, her tone tinged with bitterness. And if everything she said was true, that could mean she was the most hung futanari in the world, the biggest Ken had ever met which was saying something - he'd slept with some enormous futanari, that was for sure!

But how did that help him now? Imogene said she was still taking this medicine - which sounded like poison to a cum-hungry male like him - so it wasn't like she could just make her cock and balls grow to the size they once were. Or could she? What if she stopped taking the suppressants? Was he even in a position to suggest something like that? Ken didn't feel as though he had a choice, his life depending on it. He'd almost rather be homeless again than live with a futanari who couldn't supply him with the one thing he needed!

So he said as much.

"W-What if you stop taking them? The suppressants? If you stopped, would your cock and stuff return to normal?"

Imogene snorted.

"'Normal' isn't how I'd put it, but yeah I assume so." She paused, then stared wide-eyed at Ken, "Wait, you're not suggesting I stop taking them are you? Ken that's no-"

"Please!" Ken started begging again, literally falling to his knees, "J-Just try it. I'll do everything I can to t-take your cock, no matter how big it is! You have to understand, I c-can't survive without cum. I'll die without it. Give me this one chance to show that I can handle what the other males couldn't."

"I don't think tha-"

"I swear I'll do whatever it takes to take you! I'll stretch my ass out every day! I'll wear a butt-plug all the time! I don't care if it hurts me, I have to have it!"

He continued to blabber, suggesting anything and everything that came to mind in hopes of convincing Imogen.

"Ken..." she stared at his tearful, pleading form thoughtfully, "I..."

Imogen bit her lower-lip.

"... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. It's not like I couldn't go back on them if it doesn't work; and if you can't take me, well then I suppose we could figure something out. I don't want you to suffer anymore than you already have."

She actually wished she could just free him of his addiction.

"So starting tomorrow, I won't take my hormone suppressants anymore. I don't know how long it will take for my body to go back to normal since I've been on them for so many years, so don't expect me to be ready to go right away. Got it?"

"Thank you..." Ken sniffled, nodding furiously in Imogen direction, "thank you f-for doing this for me. I promise you won't regret it - I swear I'll be the first male who can handle you!"

"We'll see, little one, we'll see."

Shoulders sagging, Imogen bent over and grabbed her dress from the floor, her heavy breasts swinging in front of Ken's face.

"Let's go to bed. I like to wake up early and it'll be good for you to adjust your sleep schedule to mine."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, baby boy, I mean we're going to go to bed together."

Ken's face lit up.

Imogen took his tiny hand in her much larger one, and walked him to her bedroom - their bedroom! Ken could scarcely contain his excitement; most of it was centered around the fact that he'd actually managed to convince Imogen to go along with his plan, but he was also thrilled that he didn't have to sleep alone anymore! That thought made the fact that he was now owned by Imogen feel all the more real, especially considering her inability to have sex with him, which was the way many futanari chose to celebrate their claim of a male.

He waited for Imogen to take the lead when they entered the bedroom. She tossed her dress in a hamper, but didn't bother to change into any sleep-wear; Ken wasn't surprised by that, most futa choosing to sleep naked in his experience. Figuring she would want him naked as well, Ken carefully stripped off his outfit, folded it, and put his clothing on his nightstand, unsure of where else would be appropriate. Imogen didn't hesitate to inform him that she'd find a drawer in the dresser for him to keep his things in.

They laid down together, Imogen turning off the lights as they did, leaving them in total darkness. She spooned him and wished him a good night, Ken cuddling up against her as he did the same; without thinking about it, he wiggled his cushion-y backside into her flaccid package, something he'd been taught to do by his former owner. When he realized what he was doing, he swiftly put a halt to his movement, not wanting Imogen to think that he was mocking her. He was just so pent-up and horny that he couldn't help it!

Ken shut his eyes and awaited a slumber that wouldn't come.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't calm his mind. Initially it was his persistent mirth that kept him awake, Ken so giddy over being owned by a futanari that had shown him nothing but kindness so far that he felt like he might jump out of his skin - but that elation only lasted for so long. As silence filled the bedroom and all Ken could hear was his own steady breathing as well as Imogen, her massive breasts pancaked against his back, her soft, small member wedged between his meaty cheeks, his thoughts wandered, and his burning desire for cum hit him full force once more.

Before he knew it he began shaking, a spine-quivering chill racking his body despite the several blankets covering him, and the warmth of Imogen's plush form radiating against his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he curled up into a ball, his knees hugged up to his chest; Ken buried his face in the space between his kneecaps and attempted to slow his breathing even as the tremors worsened and his thoughts blurred. Most of his efforts towards not freaking out were done in the name of not wanting to wake up Imogen, lest he incur her wrath the first night they shared a bed together.

It wasn't easy. Ken couldn't stop thinking about cum. He missed it so damn much! The flavor, the consistency, how it felt plastered against his skin and filling his holes - there wasn't a single thing that he didn't like about futanari semen, except for the fact that he could never get enough of it. Futa-seed plagued his thoughts because it wasn't plaguing his anatomy. A layer of sweat formed across his figure, his throat felt as dry as concrete, and his stomach groaned as if he hadn't eaten for days; even Ken's asshole throbbed, missing the sensation of a huge cock penetrating and gaping it.

With his body experiencing such punishing withdrawals, his inner-monologue was thrown into utter turmoil. Ken couldn't stop wondering what would happen if his plan didn't work. What if Imogen's cock didn't return to normal? What if she was permanently stuck with a weak libido and severely diminished semen-production? What if not having a regular source of cum was something Ken would have to deal with for the rest of his life!? He tried to hold back the tears that began to pour from his clenched eyelids, but it was no use - there was no halting the flood.

Rocking back and forth, Ken cried again. He had cried so much lately that it was beginning to feel normal, as though the remainder of his existence would be nothing but sorrow. Stifling his sobs did little to keep the involuntary noises he was making down, pathetic gasps billowing from his lips with every tear that flowed freely. Ken stuffed himself under the blankets, hoping that would mute his miserable exhales.

Why couldn't he just be happy for once?

"What's wrong, little one? Can't sleep?" Imogen suddenly asked, Ken freezing up at the sound of her voice - had she been awake all this time!?

"Come he-"

She touched his arms but flinched when she felt the moistness of his skin.

"You're shivering and clammy. Has it gotten that bad again already?"

Ken's response was lost in the thickness of his legs.

"I know it's not as good, but hopefully my milk will work again," he heard her peel the pads from her nipples, "turn around and drink, little one. It should at least help you sleep."

Imogen didn't actually give Ken a choice in the matter. Using her immense brawn, she spun him around like a baton, pulling him out from under the covers as she did. Wordlessly, she offered him one of her fat nipples, prodding it against his lips; they exchanged glances, Ken giving her a look that revealed that he felt he didn't deserve what she was doing for him, her own expression one of encouragement, and only encouragement. Staring into her eyes for a moment longer, Ken reluctantly took the nub into his mouth, his cheeks instantly awash with milk.

As Ken slowly began to nurse on her nipple, Imogen busied herself by getting comfortable, adjusting her position so that she was easily able to hold her breasts and support her male simultaneously. She watched him silently. Imogen studied the puffiness of his eyes, the coating of wetness on his cheeks, and just how horribly pale he looked once more; though she still wasn't convinced that going off her hormone-suppressors was a good idea, seeing the impact Ken's withdrawals had on his physical and mental state reassured her that it was for the best. It was for the best for his sake.

And Imogen was determined to be the best owner Ken had ever had!

"That's good boy," she cooed, planting a gentle kiss on Ken's forehead, "drink as much as you need to. The fuller your belly is, the better you'll sleep."

Not only was Imogen's milk providing much needed nourishment for Ken, the simple kiss did as well.

It was as though he'd learned exactly how Imogen felt about him with the affectionate gesture: no matter what, she was going to treat him right. Nerves eased and heart calmed, he leaned closer into her massive chest-pillows and drank deeper from her milk-tanks, gleefully gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the warm liquid. Ken realized that not only did Imogen's milk taste better straight from the source, but the fresh fluid had a much greater effect on him than the bottled-and-refrigerated kind did. Just like during the first time he was allowed to nurse from her nipples, Ken instantly felt better.

He felt better in every manner possible, restored by the white fluid that wasn't cum, his lightened mood enhanced by the constant kisses Imogen peppered his face with. Honestly he was just impressed she could reach his head from across her valley of cleavage! Ken wished he could kiss her back, and maybe soon he'd get the chance to, but for now he was determined to not end the night on a sour note; so he chugged her milk like a sorority-futa doing a keg-stand, his hands squeezing Imogen's breast to pump a greater volume of her replenishing essence down his throat.

Predictably, Ken's member hardened, his arousal ignited by being intimate with his owner. Unable to help himself, Ken pressed his body as close to Imogen's as possible and started to hump in her direction; initially he thrust straight into the air due to the futanari's bust creating a gap so large that he couldn't reach her, but once he achieved a full erection his cockhead found her figure. His precum-leaking glans grinded against a section of her thigh, the plushness of her flesh causing Ken to moan against the titty-meat contorting around his features.

Ken nearly lost his lip-lock on Imogen's nipple when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. His eyes shot open and he stared, stunned, up at her - he didn't expect her to give his cock attention again! Slowly, she stroked his member, massaging it as he rutted against her leg, her lips still pursed against his forehead; this is where Ken lost himself completely to lust, especially once Imogen's other breast really started to jettison its milk onto him, raining the liquid-warmth across his skin. He could barely keep his mouth attached to the spraying-nub, too busy moaning, still unadjusted to being uncaged, his appendage still achingly sensitive. And Imogen was so skilled at jerking off his dick!

She was enjoying it as much as he was.

As the fortress around Imogen's heart steadily crumbled in the presence of the adorable-yet-hung femboy, she gave more of herself to him; it was so odd just how powerfully and quickly he'd been able to affect her. Was it because of the sympathy she felt for the hard life he'd lived? Imogen wasn't sure, and while it gave her pause to show such a deep level of affection towards another, she was tired of being alone, ultimately. Now was the time for change! Making Ken as happy as possible was the first step in forging a new path for the both of them.

Stroking Ken's cock felt incredibly alien to her. When was the last time she'd masturbated!? It had been months at the very least, and her hormone-restrained state her member didn't grow as big as the male's out-of-place endowment; when she wasn't on the suppressants it was a different story, however. She truly feared what would happen when she stopped taking the special medicine. Ken had no idea what he was in for when she reached her full potential - he didn't understand what she was capable of. Imogen could only pray that Ken really could handle her...

But those were worries she could save for a later time.

At the moment she was completely focused on him, making sure he got the care he needed and deserved. Imogen purposefully jerked his appendage slowly, getting a good feel for it; she was constantly amazed by his size, and she wondered if she had the most hung male in the world in her possession. Imogen didn't feel any shame about enjoying Ken's pleasure, seeing it as a sign that she was a good owner and not just another stereotypical selfish futanari - his ravenous slurping up of her milk helped as well, her own libido peeking out from its medicinally-buried depths. A promising sign.

Watching Ken through lust-hazed eyes, she realized there was something else she wanted to do for herself and him; the next time that Ken moved his mouth off of her nipple to breathe and gasp, Imogen made her move. She darted towards him, using her cock-free hand to tug him closer and lift him higher on the bed at the same time. Ken was obviously caught off-guard by her change in demeanor, his lips parting longer than they usually would have. Perfect!

Imogen kissed him.

She didn't kiss him on the forehead. She didn't kiss him on the cheek. She didn't kiss him on the cock. No, Imogen went straight for his lips, mashing her mouth into his, their noses colliding; Ken didn't react to it, not at first, too surprised to do much of anything except allow Imogen to do as she pleased with him. His jaw hung low initially, then his training kicked in, his life-long conditioning forcing him to return the act whether he wanted to or not - but he definitely wanted to! He'd been dreaming about kissing Imogen since she first put her lips on his glans!

It was just as amazing as he'd imagined.

Not only were her lips incredibly soft and large, but so was her tongue, which she quickly slipped into his mouth. Ken met hers with his own and did his best to match her movements, hoping his skills - or lack thereof - were adept enough to please her; Imogen was just an unpracticed at making-out as he was, but he couldn't know that. The kiss was tinged with the presence of Imogen's milk that had accumulated in his maw, adding flavor to their saliva-soaked passion, dregs of the white-liquid pouring down both their chins.

Her tremendous tits barreled into his chest, her nipples so hard it felt as though they would penetrate his flesh and puncture his lungs. Milk gushed directly onto his skin, rivulets spraying in every direction, a puddle spreading out underneath them and soaking into the bedsheets; such an insane volume of titty-cream shot from her teats that it was even reaching their faces, forcing the making-out pair to drink it down even as they kissed. Neither of them minded this addition to their sloppy saliva swapping.

Imogen stroked Ken's cock with increasing vigor, her enclosed-fist flying up and down his awesome length, his swollen balls bouncing off her knuckles. Ken's humping grew more ravenous in response, the hand-fucking sending strands of precum streaking across Imogen's wrist and trickling down her thigh, the veins marbling his shaft throbbing against the futa's palm; she would occasionally pause her jerking to toy with his glans, rubbing her thumb over Ken's pink tip, spreading his sperm over his cockhead. She would play with his sack as well, rolling the fat hairless orbs in her hand, coaxing further expulsions of their thick brew.

As she lost herself more and more to her impassioned embrace with her male, Imogen's brain was assailed by a flurry of perverse ideas. Choosing to put one of them in action, she picked up Ken by his cock and ass as she rolled over onto her back, laying him across her torso; the physical differences between them were even more pronounced in this new position, the majority of Ken's body fitting between Imogen's head and her thighs, his figure not even half as wide as hers. He was completely cradled in her cleavage, his cock frotting against her stomach, his arms wrapped around her neck.

Hugging him tightly, Imogen really started tongue-fucking his mouth, the tip of her mouth-muscle practically thrusting into his throat. Ken's own tongue didn't stand a chance in the lurid battle but he tried all the same, his oral-appendage barely able to bypass Imogen's thick tongue. They shared spit, milk, and passion, their bodies a mess of their lust for each other. Imogen randomly took a break from kissing to lap at Ken's features and lick down his neck, cleaning off the layers of fluids she was responsible for creating. She returned to his mouth again and again to let him taste the results of their carnal entanglement.

Panting, her face flush, Imogen pulled away from Ken's lips and grabbed him by his hips.

"There's something else I want to do, baby boy," she told him as she lifted him into the air, "so hold on and let Mommy make you feel good. Okay?"

Where did that come from?

"Y-Yes Mommy!" The term felt as natural leaving Ken's lips as breathing did, his mind calling-back to when he'd called Coral the same thing, "Do whatever you want with me!"

"That's my good boy."

Ken grinned like an idiot as Imogen spun him around so he was facing the ceiling, his cock pointing straight up in the air like the mast on a ship. He was moved upward towards the headboard of the bed, feeling as though he was on some kind of perverse conveyor belt, one he didn't know where it would lead to; once his skull nearly banged into the wall the bed rested against, Imogen stopped shifting him around. Then, before Ken could wonder what was going to happen next, he was lowered.

A quick estimation of where his body was in relation to Imogen's left little doubt in his mind of what was about to happen.

But that also didn't stop him from moaning when Imogen parted his cheeks with her face and spread his asshole with her tongue! The muscle she plunged into his backdoor felt even thicker than when it did while swirling around his mouth, stretching his rim exquisitely; it wasn't on the same level of pleasure as taking an actual dick, but Ken would take what he could get. He definitely wasn't complaining, especially when Imogen's organ swiftly discovered the location of his prostate and prodded at it, his cock lurching in response, spraying a streamer of precum into the air that splattered onto Ken's stomach.

To his growing lurid mirth, Imogen snaked an arm around his waist to grab his cock, holding up easily with her other hand. She resumed jerking his member, giving him a mid-air reach-around while eating his ass, her actions in perfect sync with each other; Ken realized that she didn't need to keep doing all the work, so he carefully lowered his legs so his feet were planted on either side of Imogen's head, his fingers searching frantically for the headboard behind him. This also allowed him to thrust his hips needily, undulating his appendage against Imogen's palm, using the softness of her skin to source as much ecstasy as possible.

Her tongue dug deeper and deeper into his ass. She was devouring his hole like it was the last meal she'd ever eat, her lips suctioned around the rim of his neglected starfish, her spit soaking her own face and the inner-sections of his bountiful cheeks. Ken was yet again impressed by how well she was doing, already experiencing the slow climb to a pleasurable peak, his cock as hard as a diamond. Head hanging limply somewhere well past hers, he moaned and gasped at the ceiling, his eyes rolling around in their sockets like a pair of tops, legs shaking violently. It was ecstasy damn near unparalleled.

And Ken made sure Imogen knew as much.

"M-Mommy!" He cried out, his tongue lolling from his lips, "My ass feels so good! Y-Your tongue in my ass does, I mean! Don't stop!"

Imogen couldn't reply, her mouth otherwise preoccupied.

She was far, far too busy feasting on Ken's entrance, one that hopefully she'd be fucking in just a few days time! Slithering her tongue through Ken's canal, she spun it around in circles, drenching every inch of his inner-walls in her spit, sloppily eating his hole, rivulets of saliva running down her face. Milk continued to spray from her nipples, shooting against the back of Ken's legs and her own torso, creating a larger mess that she'd have to clean later - a mess that would pale in comparison to the kind of destruction she'd cause once she was off her meds! The thought emboldened Imogen, her tongue-fucking growing even more furious.

On the other side of Ken she masturbated his extremity like she was in a race to make him cum fast, one she was determined to win. She could feel his slimy sperm spread across her digits, providing all the lubrication she'd need to give him the best handjob possible; the fact that he couldn't stop wiggling his enormous ass against her face informed her she was doing things right, as did the euphoric rasps he failed to stifle. Imogen was enjoying it just as much, her head practically engulfed by the femboy's colossal cheeks. How good would it be once she felt them smacking off her stomach!?

The thought was so exciting that Imogen began to hump the air, her flaccid penis and shriveled sack bouncing around aimlessly; she wasn't even hard - nor could she probably achieve an erection if she tried - but she was so aroused by Ken's curves and his girlish moans that she felt like fucking all the same. It was like her body was actively attempting to fight against the suppressants she was still taking, as though her imprisoned libido could win out against the chemical-castration. If anything, it made her want to go along with Ken's plan even more!

Focusing on Ken's prostate, she tongue-punched it repeatedly, using the immense size of the organ to utterly flatten his pleasure-button. Each time she did Ken would pant louder and move slightly more erratically - it was like she was trying to secure a flopping fish she'd just reeled in! But she wasn't deterred even remotely. No, Imogen was going to make Ken feel fulfilled sexually to the best of her abilities, doing what she could while she couldn't actually have sex with him.

All Imogen ever wanted to be - all she was going to do her best to be - was a good owner. She'd always wanted her own male, but her fear of injuring one, combined with how low her libido was due to her suppressants, put her in a situation where owning one felt both irresponsible and unnecessary; she thought about it plenty of times before meeting Ken, but had never felt the need to actually go through with getting one for herself. Now she knew what she was missing, and a part of her was kicking herself - though maybe it was best she'd waited, considering she wouldn't have met Ken if she hadn't.

Goddess she hoped he was the one meant for her!

"You're gonna make me cum, Mommy! I-I'm- you're eating my ass s-s-so...!

Imogen wished she could say something encouraging in return.

Ken bounced on Imogen's face, his ass-cleavage hitting her nose, his huge, pale cheeks clapping against her shining features; it was like he was trying to ride her tongue like it was a dick, his hips jerking back and forth wildly. Taking one of his hands off of the headboard, Ken added it to his cock next to Imogen's much larger mit, stroking it in rhythm with hers, still pumping his pole into the air. She slid her fingers down his shaft to his balls, cupping them, rolling his rumbling orbs in her digits.

Cock surging with extra rigidness, Ken bit his lower-lip, his spine arching. He mashed his ass harder into Imogen's visage, forcing her tongue even further into his bowels. Scrotum tightening, he masturbated his member so urgently that his hand slipped off his shaft, flinging precum through the air, his arm falling limply to his side - Imogen's hand immediately replaced his like she could sense what had just happened, picking up from where he'd left off. The silkiness of her skin was the final touch Ken needed to be pushed into a climax.

He shouted 'Mommy' one last time with all the passion he could muster.

Cum rocketed from his glans. Lines of white goop flew so far it splattered against the ceiling, clearing many feet of open air like it was nothing; the next shot followed in a similar manner, painting the ceiling a different shade of white. Ken quivered, gasping as his balls sieved out their load through his dick, Imogen's tongue never pausing its stimulation of his ecstasy-switch. His semen began falling back onto his body after several ribbons finished impacting the highest surface in the room, steadily coating him in his own slime.

The euphoria burning through him was so great that Ken came close to losing his balance completely, his thighs wobbling above Imogen's torso; she gripped his waist harder, supporting him, once more making sure that he knew that she was there for him. This allowed Ken to enjoy his orgasm to the fullest. He moaned noisily, unabashedly howling his ecstasy to the world, making sure that every loud utterance reached Imogen's ear - not only did Ken want to her to know she was doing an amazing job for his own personal glee, but he was conditioned to do so as well.

Streams of semen sprayed from his staff consecutively, filling the air with his musky scent. His body grew hotter and hotter from his molten-seed sticking to it, his internal-temperature rising from lust and his own cock-cream; at the same time, Imogen's milk had the same effect on the other side of his figure, his ass down to his ankles dripping with her lactated-fluid, his feet submerged in a several-inch-deep puddle of the white-liquid. Thank Goddess that she was holding onto him or he would've definitely slipped!

Nearly an entire minute passed before Ken's climax reached its end. Even as his rapid shots slowed, cum continued to trickle out his piss-slit and onto Imogen's fingers, his cock, balls, and groin slathered in the glistening slickness as well. His body weakened again and again, his weight resting more and more on Imogen's face, her head fully engulfed by his jiggling mounds. Moans turning into pants, Ken felt absolutely exhausted from the intensity of his climax, his member softening in Imogen's hand. And yet even now, Imogen's tongue didn't pause its rapid working of his asshole, the futanari not given much of a choice in the matter considering the position they were in.

At least that was the case until she moved him again.

Taking her hand off of his cock, she wrapped her arms around his waist and repositioned him against her torso, hugging him close to her chest, his neck swallowed up by her bottomless cleavage. She kissed his head several times, nuzzling her nose into his hair, Ken quietly cooing at the affection shown to him. They stayed like this for a good while longer, Imogen allowing Ken to recover from his powerful climax, the pair basking in each other's post-intimacy presence. It was... nice.

"How was that, little one?" Imogen whispered into his ear, giving him a smooch on the side of his face, "Feeling better now?"

"Yes, s-so much better." He whispered back, craning his neck so he was looking at her, "Thank you, Mommy. That was really amazing."

"Anything for you, baby boy. Think you'll be able to sleep now?"

"Yes, but, um..."

Ken glanced at their soaked, entangled forms and the rest of the sloppy-ruination encircling them.

"... shouldn't we clean up first?"

"That can wait until the morning. I want to cuddle and sleep now."

Ken wasn't about to complain.

"Sounds good to me."

"Good boy."

She gave him another kiss.

"Goodnight, Ken.

"Goodnight, Mommy."

Ken drifted off, finding that sleep came easily in the embrace of his new owner...