The audible slurping draws your second load down the elephantine length coiled around you. The pair of equine soccer balls begin to gurgle and churn with approval at the offerings provided by your limited human form. The enormous dildo senses your diminished reserves and eases off, its ministrations become soft and tender--freeing your junk with a meaty slurp. The massive pink head turns to your head entwined in its coiled grip. The immense fist sized tube of a urethra protruding from its tip irises tightly. The coil about your neck slackens to relax your jaw, and with serpentine swiftness the toughened tubule is slowly easier into your mouth. Springing open the equine urethra lovingly fills your mouth with hot and watery pre. Rich, sweet, and with a surprising alcoholic flavor, like an easy cocktail. Despite the earlier hostility, the love nectar is heavenly compared to human effluvia. With strange care for your breathing, runny syrup is gently over-pressured into your surprised throat. The giant dong is nursing you.
Your warm and full belly also gurgles happily with the heady beverage inside. Heady alcoholic heat seems to flow outward from your very core, crawling through every limb--seeming to focus on your shortest the most. Sensing the rise in your comparatively tiny competitor, the giant horse cock pulls away. Switching from feeding you to feeding from you instead. This suck job is expertly fast, milking ball juice from you even quicker. Like a skilled lover, the dildo is learning your pleasure points. Soon it becomes a cycle. Anytime your prick rises between the coils, a fresh squeezed load for the dildo, and a full belly of narcotic pre for you. Occasionally the giant head seems to pull away to drink water from the sink, but is otherwise unceasing. "Wait, wasn't the bathroom door locked, where did the other one go?" you recall the original dildo briefly before another blow-job starts and sucks the disconcerting thoughts out of your head.
Drunk on the dildo's insidious alcoholic juices, time seems to slow. Just how long this thing is feeding you an uncertainty. Has it been minutes, hours, or even days? The ever shifting foot-thick coils massage away any sore or stiffness. All the while, the massive balls sitting on your legs continue their ominous churning. Trapped in the coils keeps you from seeing much, but you can feel every single one of your loads seems to make the pair of rubbery melons seem to grow warmer and heavier over time. How many times have you been sucked off by this thing? You rack your sex and booze addled brain for an answer, but your foggy memory degenerates into a continuous stream of "slurp...cum...suckle," as your train of thought is again interrupted by another blow-job
You awaken from sleep, "Time for more blow-jobs" it's a silly sarcastic thought. Have you really come to relish the ministrations of your inhuman lover? Your face itches, you groggily try to scratch at it. Startled to feel your face beneath your fingertips. For once in a long while you finally see your hand, much less touch your face with it. You notice your finger-nails and beard stubble are woefully over-grown. "Wait, where's your dildo?" Slowly pulling yourself upward, your muscles feel weak and shakey from disuse. Taking a knee it becomes apparent other than your poor hygiene, your body seems to check out okay. As you start to survey the room, you are taken aback slightly. The doors and walls are covered in milky semi translucent layers of latex. "Is that dildo cum?" Your hypothesizing is cut short, as you turn to your now ruined bed. There the immense anaconda like equine dildo is coiled nesting in the shredded detritus of your foam mattress.
The foot thick coils of it's long length sit in a cone shaped pile--wait they are moving, undulating like a snake trying to regurgitate. Muscular contractions bulges are slowly proceeding along the length of the horse cock.That's when you see what the long length of rubbery shaft are coiled around. The equine balls of the dildo inflated to massive size. Each one is now the size of a bean bag chair, quivering with countless loads of your seed and are oddly lumpy, as it seems they are full of large wriggling somethings. Muscular bulges are slowly proceeding along the length of the horse cock. "Oh god...It's in labor!"
Sure enough, the blunted equine head that spent countless time nursing both to and from you.The head of your inhuman captor come lover turns to you languidly, it seems to be trying to spit something up. With a hearty squelch one of the urethra bulging blobs lands at your feet. It's a ….