Spunk cow ice-cream by Emptyaudio

Hello is this the thread of the weird fetish pony porn

The place to be when it comes to feeling the spunk being puked into your stomach through your ass start to rise up into your throat just before a fat cock wedges in there to force it all back down into your obese cumgut.

Just how big am I getting from all this spunk? Is she turning into a lithe hyper futa anthro with giant, hungry mouthnipples and I'm being inflated by the spunk from the inside, my body unable to contain it but also unable to expel it, all the cum being absorbed by my hungry, fat gut?

And am I only getting bigger or is there some unexpected backlash to this system shock?
I suppose your body could digest and mutate in response, creaking as you taur out and gain new holes through which to vent the gallons upon gallons of goop bloating your belly out huge. Or instead you could simply swell and swell, fattening up into an immobile spunkblob, growing until the pressure within is too great for the plugs sealing you up and they pop free, a foot thick blast of mayo-thick spunk vomitting from your mouth as twin streams burst from your nostrils

Hmm, what if my balludders started swelling because of all the cum going to them until they became the size of two large watermelons, with the nipples turning into soda can sized horsecocks? I'd have four gigantic balludders to store all the cum into!

To stay in theme, I'd probably grow a pair of small horns, with my gut getting fatter and fatter, to accomodate all the cum that my udders can't hold.

I like it. She'll be molding you into her perfect obedient spunk-cow, big sloshing gut and heavy, floor dragging balludders swollen with cum, huge breasts capped with spunkdrooling, fuckable ponut horseflares, and a stretchy throat that bellows out deep moos in between heaving up gallons of semen.

But if I grow that big, she won't be able to eat all of my milk! And I *need* to be milked, every moment. So bad.

What if she decided to start selling soft serve? It's getting hotter nowdays, I'm sure that everyone would like a refreshing, organic ice cream! And to ensure all the customers of the quality, the milking will be done where everyone can see it. I'm thinking of a large glass cube, with some holes for my dick and nippleudders on a wall, while I lay on my side. The customers can simply squeeze them and get their cone!

Of course, not many ponies would want a simple cream cone... Maybe there's a way to enhance my milk with different flavors? What if there was a potion to give each nipple a different taste? Imagine, pissing caramel topping, one of my dicknipples oozing strawberry flavored milk, maybe even chocolate flavored chips from my asshole, as every single one of my bodily excretions becomes edible!

Sugar's all natural ice cream parlor - it has a nice ring to it. I can see your fat cowtits being dedicated to various flavors of milk while she eagerly stuffs ice into your balludders to freeze your spunk into a thick creamy treat. And I bet after a big fresh sundae or three the customers will be wanting to unload. Good thing your new fat horsepussy is there to take their thickening shafts and fattening balls.

I propose we make some new holes in the glass then! I wonder how many I can take at once in all my holes. Who knows how far these new ponutnipples can stretch, plus I'm sure my ass and pussy can accommodate many hung stallions at once.

God, I'm sure I'd start gushing just as I press my frozen udders against the wall for everyone to see, I *know* I will be dripping when I'm being ravaged by the customers.

Maybe once the line for ice cream dies down, Sugar can fit thick milkers over your balludders, suckling and pumping your fresh soft serve out to be packaged and sold in local grocery stores. That should keep you mooing and content as the customers grip your ponut horsecock nipples and fuck away, grunting and huffing as their cocks puke up load after viscous load into your breasts. And around closing time, Sugar herself can join in - wearing your thick womb like a cocksock as anyone still there can empty the last of their overfull testes into her ponut nipples too.

What happens if we become TOO popular? What if word of mouth makes ponies come to try have a taste first from canterlot, until everyone wants a taste? And of course, let's not forget the perk of fucking the cow hybrid senseless after you've ate your ice cream. I'm sure there will be a long line for that too.

I'm sure that as long as they keep fucking me so I can absorb their cum, I can serve more and more. But only sixteen flavors isn't enough! And we just can't let those poor ponies wait in the sun just to have a taste!

How do we fix this?

I think we're at another crossroads.

You could shudder as you feel your body change inside, rapidly impregnating with all that Sugarspunk rinsing out your ovaries and give birth to an army of little spunkcows so there's enough intoxicatingly delicious frozen cum for everyone.

You could moo long and loud as your ass creaks and pushes outwards, tauring out and giving you a second monstrous balludder capped with sixteen more fat nipples plus a second cannon-like horsecock specifically built to get fucked hard and deep and pumped full of gooey spunk.

Sugar could get in on the fun, mutating herself into a spunkbelting cow too, joining you in the cube to get pumped in every sense of the word.

There's so many possibilities.
I have an idea that might be crazy enough to work.

First off, we modify the glass cage to hold two and keep my head in place. That's because sugar's gonna be in there with me, turned into a deliciously thick spunkcow. We both grow a fifth, gigantic  new udder with sixteen new nipples and our heads are locked in place with a contraption, our mouths held together, my breasts' nippledicks fucking her ponutlipped nipplemouths, our shafts locked in place as we cannot part out bladders and fill eachothers balls with the other's spunk.

I'm also thinking of a new slogan, "Made with Love". Gives it a completely new meaning.

Of course, we still have to meet the demands! I'm sure we could find a way to let Sugar's cum move towards my womb through my balls, to impregnate me and birth litter after litter of new spunk cows, ready to take over all the new shops we're setting up in all of equestria.

Oh my.

With your mouths locked together in a lewd kiss, I wonder what'll happen when the customers that have grown a second pair of testes start pounding both your ponuts. All that spunk pumping into your stomachs, then rising up, bulging your necks out…

I'm sure it'll make your balludders jiggle and bloat fat with delicious ice cream.

As for breeding, I'm sure your lewd body could mutate a passage from your bladder to your womb, letting Sugar inseminate you non-stop, womb filling with a litter in all stages of development, birthing every weekend while remaining pregnant with more for the next week.
Hmm.

Well I'm running out of ideas, that sounds positively lovely. We solved the production, we're together all day long, our delicious cum is being served by the gallon, we're getting fucked by a myriad of stallions every day…
What else could happen?

There's always quitting time. Perhaps you've got a friend who can let you out - the moment your lips are separated the both of you erupt in a fountain of spunk, the release so pleasurable the rest of your body starts spurting uncontrollably for a half hour straight until you're both drained enough to walk home. By tomorrow morning you'll be jigglingly swollen and ready for work, but tonight you can do whatever you want with your hyperfuta spunkcow partner.

I wonder, does sugar want to see her children while they're still in the womb?

I can't think of anything more motherly of bloating your wife's womb just to suck off your hypercolt son! We could even go for an unbirthing inception, maybe Sugar wants to know what it feels to be a mother too? She could enter my womb, fill her own with my calves and sleep inside. This way the kids would be unbirthed before even being born!

At the very least, she could thrust into your womb balls deep and moan as her daughters relieve their massive erections by fucking her urethra. Then once they're spent she can feed her litter by blasting a couple gallons of extra dense seminal jelly for them to swallow down.

I'm sure if you were to slide into her womb, it'd remind you of work. Being surrounded by all those cocks, feeling them thrust deep into your holes, mouths latching onto your balludders and gulping down your spunk.

You're right, this is our free time after all and we need to relax, not work overtime. Cock-feeding the litter would a great idea, I'm sure we could just cuddle as we lock our trashcan-sized cocks and nipples together again. Maybe Sugar could put her ear to my belly and listen to the babies kicking and probably having an orgy inside my cum-drenched womb.

I wonder if all that kicking plus your daily meal of gallons of dense cum gets you a little gurgly. Groaning into Sugar's mouth as you sloppily make out, then occasionally belching hard, either blasting cummy gas into her face or pushing it down her throat.

Even if it doesn't I bet the little ones fucking inside you will have your balls clenching and your cock geysering.