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     Vrrrrrr…

     The idle drone of the copy machine is just about the only thing that fills the break room, alongside the steady, low bubbling of the coffee machine; The chair underneath you creaks a little bit as you bend down to grab the phone from your bag, flipping through your notifications before compulsively setting it back down. A couple of your coworkers mill about in other corners of the rather small room, eating lunch or staring down at paperwork atop the aged, time-worn tabletops- The distant, muted clamor of conversation outside in the office only just barely streams through between the tiny cracks in the break room door, like the concentrated white noise of the working world.

   Click-

   You glance to the side of the room the door suddenly swings open, the relative silence momentarily broken- The noisy chaos rushes in for a second or two before the door is slammed shut, your eyes catching the fiery-red hair of one of your many coworkers as she steps inside; You set your half-cold cup of coffee down to get a proper look at her…

   “Sorry I’m late, got caught up in traffic…”

   She flashes a quick, slightly-nervous greeting to everyone in the room, reciprocated mostly with silent nods and a little wave in your case- Standing at a little over five and a half feet or so, she’s a bit taller than you are; A pretty face flushed with fair skin and a set of shimmering gray eyes is all framed beneath a rather messy, vivid mane of cherry-red hair, tied into a somewhat hasty ponytail behind her. She’s dressed in an incredibly tight, pitch-black pencil skirt that only comes a little ways down her thighs, alongside a straining, stretched suit-top that looks like it’s having a hell of a time trying to stay together- Though the cute, curvy redhead bears a more or less average build between her thin legs and modest hips, the sheer size of the titanic, sloshing tits trembling and bouncing atop her chest more than makes up for that. The colossal, pillowy pair must be twice the size of her head at least- Easily four or five times the size of your own. Her footfalls are completely inaudible beneath the constant slosh of their liquid contents with every step she takes, attracting more attention towards her than her hasty entrance ever could.

   “Uh- Hey, did next week’s schedule get posted yet?”

   She wipes a few beads of sweat from her brow, starting across the break room and adjusting the heavy handbag slung over her shoulder- She brushes right past you, giving you a damn near perfect look at the cavernous, rippling valley of cleavage contained beneath her top. The handful of buttons keeping her suit together tremble and shiver ominously as she moves, and the thin, ivory-white fabric of her woefully undersized button-up is tented so tremendously by her huge, thick nipples beneath that it’s nearly translucent- You can make out the obsidian frills of her bra beneath it, accidentally matching well enough with the pitch-black tie currently half-swallowed by her wobbling torpedo tits. You’re just thankful she doesn’t see you on her way towards the coffee machine- You only just barely manage to force down a furious blush, face heating up like a haywire radiator.

   “Nope- Should be here in a few minutes, though. Stephanie said she had it almost done.”

   One of your other coworkers pitches in from the opposite side of the room- You almost turn to glance at them, only for your focus to be caught and still held tight by the busty redhead. Her bag jingles and thumps against her thighs as she messes with the coffee machine, pouring herself a searing-hot mug nearly to the point of overflowing- She takes a deep sip hardly a second later, her expression softening ever so slightly in its wake.

   Speak of the devil- A few more seconds pass before the break room door swings open once again, nearly kicked in by your supervisor with a heavy WHAM as Stephanie steps inside from the bustling hallway beyond. Barely shy of six feet tall and dressed perhaps a bit more conservatively than everyone else, every eye in the room turns to look at her the moment she walks in- Maybe it’s the stack of papers clutched in her hand, or perhaps more likely, it’s the throbbing, precum-dripping slab of cock she’s got stuffed into her leggings.

   “Schedule for next week, folks. Take a look- If you’ve got any complaining to do, take it up with Wendy, it’s not my problem.”

   You barely get much time to properly stare at your supervisor before she half-sprints across the room, snatching a stapler from one of the desks and leaving a rather messy snail-trail of lewd leakage in her wake. Clearing off the crumbling corkboard on the wall, she swiftly staples the dozen-strong pile of pages into its place- Everyone gives her a somewhat wide berth as she hurries back out of the room, her half-torn leggings looking fit to shred off of her thighs at any given moment. You get a fleeting glimpse of the stacked redhead staring markedly at her ass as she takes her leave, a tense wobble coursing through her quaking rack…

   She’s the first one to approach the new schedule, still clutching the strap of her handbag with one hand and her cup of coffee in the other- Letting out a little sigh, she starts back across the room, eyes trained on the tiny text of the schedule as you observe from a distance. Each step sends her melon-sized milk-tanks bouncing and jiggling chaotically, maybe even more so than before- You swear the nearly foot-long tents stretching out her suit have actually gotten longer since you’ve last looked at her, the barely-audible sound of fabric tearing overtaking the heavy, rumbling slosh, glunk, blrp of her behemoth boobs… Damp spots have gathered at the very tips of her tight top, soaking her overshirt as you get a split-second look at her skin underneath-

   SNAP-

   You actually jump in your seat a little bit as the woman’s suit reaches its limit- The trio of buttons barely holding her suit together pop free and fling across the room at a blinding speed, hitting the distant wall with a dull TK-TK-TK most reminiscent of machine gun fire. Though the spotless suit escapes more or less unscathed, the same can’t be said of her bra- It’s broken clean in half, the ruined shreds of the frilly lingerie hanging uselessly to the sides of her chest as the massive melons within burst free…

   FWOMP~ 

   The redhead’s ridiculous rack balloons forth from her busted bra in the blink of an eye, one of her titanic tits thumping heavily against the raised desk beneath her and the other hanging heavily to its side, angled a little further downwards towards the floor. Somehow even bigger than you’d thought they would be, beads of sweat cascade down every inch of the oversized orbs- Their table-shuddering size is impressive enough to begin with, though you can only keep your eyes on the behemoth breasts for a moment before they’re swiftly attracted towards her nipples.

   Swinging and throbbing powerfully from the very peak of the woman’s ponderous pair is an utterly colossal set of gigantic, girthy cocks in place of normal nipples; Each of the fat, fleshy pillars must be about as thick as her thigh and perhaps a little shorter than an outstretched arm, two feet at your best estimate. The flexing, pre-drooling cockheads at the very ends of her enormous dicknipples are only just a bit smaller than her actual head- Viscous, off-white globs of prespunk spurt from both of them like a broken faucet, following the perverted rhythm of thumb-thick veins undulating and pulsing across their lengths. A sizable puddle of the stuff has already formed on the tabletop, with a matching one cascading down onto the floor- Every subsequent surge sends her diamond-hard dicknipples bucking and throbbing wildly, ever-thicker ropes of her obscene output drenching the desk as her breasts slosh and rumble ominously…

   She doesn’t seem to notice her sudden wardrobe malfunction, or maybe she just doesn’t care, her eyes still roving over the schedule as she gets close enough to make out the fine print. Her mind seems a little preoccupied with something, making you question if the two are related- Your awestruck gawking is sharply snapped back to earth as the constant, restless throbs of her rock-hard hyper-cocks reaches a fever pitch, your eyes caught by the sight of each erection bulging and swelling with something lurching slowly up their length…

   SPLOP-

   A spine-tinglingly wet, sloppy pop loud enough to resonate through the entire break room cuts through the air as the drooling dicknipple perched atop the desk fires off a huge, steaming-hot blob of slimy, spunk-slickened off-white- Only when it lands messily on top of the table do you actually get a proper look at what it is, the unmistakable long, wriggling tail taking up its rear slowly squirming out from her gaping tip. The massive, softball-sized sperm cell leaves a thick puddle of cum at its impact point, mixing with the inch-deep layer of pre already slathered across the desktop- You find yourself unable to look away as it flops and squirms around on the table for a few seconds, moving towards the corner with its long, trembling tail hanging off the side.

   It’s not the only one, apparently, far from it- Hardly a moment after the first of the woman’s hyperactive hyper-sperm manages to work its way out of her drooling dicknipple, her other cock follows suit. A second one, slightly larger than the first, rockets up the belly of her bucking shaft and shoots out of its tip with a thick, gurgling GLRK- It splatters against the linoleum tile below with a heavy PLAP, angrily jumping and leaping around like a fish out of water. A couple of your other coworkers give the girl and her gigantic sperm a fleeting look before turning back to whatever they’re doing, others still ignoring it completely, though few amongst them pay it quite as little mind as the woman herself. She’s still stone-faced and stoic as she routinely runs her eyes up and down the schedule- It might as well have not even been there, never so much as giving the squirming swimmers below her a single glance.

   Five, ten, twenty, and more- By the time she’s apparently finished perusing the schedule, there’s maybe two or three dozen of her colossal, squirming cells covering the break room in a wide radius around her. A few of them have their tails wrapped around her legs, leaving a layer of steaming spunk across her pitch-black high heels; Still more have managed to navigate into further reaches of the room, coworkers calmly stepping out of the way of the energetic swimmers as their tails wriggle closer and closer to their skirt-shrouded loins. All the while, the redhead’s gushing, pulsing dicknipples still aren’t showing any signs of stopping- You’re almost certain her wobbling, bouncing breasts are somehow even bigger than they were when she walked in, hanging heavier and lower towards the sperm-splattered ground below and still constantly sloshing and gurgling with pent-up production.

   Even as you wait for the surely inevitable point where she looks away from the paper and realizes the massive mess sprawled out around her, it never comes- Your attention is momentarily diverted from the cum-drenched swarm of sperm at her feet when she finally pulls away from the schedule, taking another long sip of her coffee… A particularly powerful surge of a half-dozen hyper-sperm or so spurt from both of her behemoth dicknipples as she lets out a sharp, annoyed scoff, brushing a lock of hair out of her eye-

   “Urgh, I thought I told her I needed Friday off… Come on.”