Vault 62 Ch. 03

As promised, chapter 3 is where the debauchery begins! Lots of sex starting here, that will continue 'till the end of the story. Giant cock and lots of cum and all that - plus pregnancy stuff! Anyway, hope this doesn't disappoint. I know a lot of you have been anxious to see this part!

Contains: futa on female, hyper cock and ridiculous body proportions, lots of fucking cum and cum inflation, and pregnancy/hyper pregnancy. Also Fallout and Bethesda references and such, of course.

Tags are for the story as a whole.

Comments and feedback are appreciated!

Happy reading :)

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Flashing the Overseer a smile, Imogene took a step towards her and put her hands on Bridget's shoulders, applying pressure until she dropped to her knees. Now eye level with Imogene's crotch, Bridget immediately recoiled away from the futanari's genitalia, a powerful musk wafting from it, one potent enough to make the doctor's hairs stand on end; she mused that it must have been from being cooped-up in Imogene's vault-suit all day and from whatever the resident did to keep it hidden. She also felt a great heat radiating from it, no doubt sourced from all the blood pumping through its many mighty veins.

Now that she was this close to it Bridget could really study the specimen that would potentially be used to impregnate the entire vault. Imogene's cock looked even more ridiculous from this distance, hanging from her groin like a slumbering snake, thicker than the Overseer's wrist easily; her balls as well appeared to be preposterously gargantuan, each one bigger than a softball, the futa's scrotum stretched towards her knees by the sheer weight of the grandiose orbs. Bridget knew that it didn't make anatomical sense, but she couldn't help but feel like the size of Imogene's package somehow hinted at overwhelmingly virility!

Though she tried to approach the task at hand from a clinical, detached position, Bridget's hands shook nonetheless as they raised themselves towards Imogene's member. She wrapped one set of fingers around it, marveling that the tips of her digits didn't quite meet around the absurd thickness of the futa's shaft, a little less than an inch of circumference separating them; her other hand went to Imogene's sack, cupping the wrinkled expanse of sagging skin, instinctively giving her a medical check-up. It was difficult to tell if anything was wrong with Imogene's testicles considering the inherent absurdity of their shape!

Bridget began to make a series of slow, cautious strokes, straightening Imogene's cock as she did; this immediately caused her to shuffle backwards on her knees in order to make space for the humongous rod, not stopping until her head tapped against the edge of the desk behind her. With extra room to work with, Bridget added her other hand to the supremely-hung futanari's appendage, discovering that she possessed a length that was more than adequate for two sets of fingers - Imogene could've helped her and they still wouldn't have covered all of her numerous girthy inches.

She looked up at Imogene.

"Is this... is this alright?" Bridget asked, starting to find her masturbatory-rhythm, "Does it feel good?"

"It feels amazing, Dr. Walsh! It's been too long since I've had someone else's hands on my cock!"

Imogene bit her lower lip.

"And um, y-you can suck it too. That would probably get me hard really quick!"

"We'll see about that..."

Returning her attention to the more pressing matter, Bridget focused entirely on Imogene's steadily expanding member. It seemed like every time her hands completed a full stroke from base to tip the futa's cock grew just a little bit more, extending further in her direction while simultaneously deepening the distance between her fingers. Just how much bigger could Imogene really get!? Bridget wasn't sure but she was determined to see this whole, weird turn of events out until its conclusion, never one to quit when faced with a challenge, a large part of the reason she got the position of Vault 62's Overseer in the first place.

Bridget quickly realized that she might not have much of a choice when it came to sucking Imogene's cock; this wasn't because she felt threatened or anything of the sort, but it was due to the fact that the futa's colossal organ was running out of room to grow! If she didn't take it into her mouth soon it was liable to bash into her face or jut past her shoulder, neither of which seemed to be in the best interest of either party. So the Overseer did what she had to. Spreading her pink lips, Bridget pushed her neck out literally and allowed Imogene's bell-shaped cockhead into her maw.

"O-Oh God, you actually did it!" Imogene moaned, her body tensing, "F-Fuck!"

Imogene struggled to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as she watched the Overseer attempt to fit her gigantic glans in her mouth. Bridget's lips appeared to be stretched thin already and the entirety of Imogene's flared-crown hadn't even made it between them yet! The throbbing corona of her cockhead was currently left unsucked but that didn't bother Imogene in the slightest; it was clear that Bridget was doing the best she could, and that was enough. She suckled on the end of the futa's member, her tongue timidly poking at its reddening form, soaking it in her saliva.

Eventually she did manage to get the entire cock-topper into her mouth, Imogene moaning even louder as Bridget sputtered around its immensity, her cheeks utterly occupied by the fleshy mass of meat. Imogene resisted the urge to grab the back of Bridget's head and take her scarlet locks in her fingers to force her down the rest of her member, her desire to not ruin the good thing she had going winning out. Instead she enjoyed it as much as possible, her monstrous trouser-snake twitching and flexing against the Overseer's teeth, resuming its persistent engorgement as it received the most rapturous form of stimulation it had experienced in ages.

Bridget inhaled loudly through her svelte nose as she tried to get a handle on Imogene's immensity. It was so fucking enormous! She felt like her lips were going to split around the ridiculous diameter of the futa's endowment, and that feeling only grew as Imogene's cock did; it just didn't stop swelling in every direction, inadvertently burrowing its way deeper into the doctor's mouth. Holding onto Imogene's shaft, Bridget barely had enough of her wits left about her to continue stroking it, her brain-power fully charged with not choking to death on the venous spear she was attempting to suck!

She bobbed her head on the few inches of shaft and glans she'd managed to consume, gagging with each repeated jab at the entrance to her throat. As she shallowly sucked on Imogene's behemoth, she felt it suddenly lurch - along with the futa's urethra swell against her lips and tongue. Was she climaxing already? It didn't seem likely, considering Imogene's member definitely still had some give to it. Maybe it couldn't get as rigid as a normal penis during erection, owing to its abominable size. Bridget wasn't sure, but she certainly hoped Imogene wasn't about to orgasm so early!

Instead of a full-blown climax, Bridget was treated to a thick dollop of precum splashing onto her cock-flattened tongue, a droplet voluminous enough to cover her mouth muscle from peak to root. To Bridget's growing amazement that single bit of spillage both felt and tasted incredibly potent, like Imogene's cock had accidentally released actual semen prematurely; she could immediately tell that even the futa's pre-ejaculate was packed with sperm, the fluid practically swimming with healthy swimmers. Could someone really be this fertile!? Bridget gulped it down, finding the flavor of Imogene's ball brew unique, but kind of... good?

Another spurt of sperm swiftly followed.

Imogene took a step backwards as Bridget blew her massive member and drank down her pre, understanding something that the Overseer didn't: she was going to need a lot more unobstructed room to grow to her true size! Bridget scarcely noticed that the futa had moved away from her, feeling more and more entranced by her monstrous endowment with every passing moment, putting her all into pleasuring and awakening the fleshy beast. Angled awkwardly, Imogene was now positioned at the edge of the desk, nearly double the distance she'd started at.

She watched her member repeatedly engorge between Bridget's lips, the veins lacing her shaft working overtime to pump blood into its immensity; at the same time, Imogene's balls were also expanding, swelling with an untold-volume of sperm, seemingly erecting themselves along with her cock, keeping pace. Imogene couldn't really see them around the gargantuan width of her shaft, but her cum-factories rumbled as they fattened, sinking lower and lower down her legs, forcing her to spread them. And this was only the beginning!

Bridget didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to suck Imogene's log of cock-meat! Her jaw was nearly as stretched as it could be without snapping, her chin touching her neck, her upper-lip folded against her nostrils, the doctor's whole face distorted by Imogene's dick's fattening girth; she could also no longer stop the glans from puncturing her throat, her head having nowhere to go, pinned to the desk as it was. This meant that she was involuntarily swallowing a section of pulsating pipe regardless if she wanted to, her neck imprinted with the silhouette of Imogene's cockhead. She didn't know if there was a way to put a stop to this without Imogene aiding her!

Luckily for the Overseer, her hyper-hung resident was of a similar mind.

"I think you're at your limit," she grunted, taking hold of the base of her cock and moving away from Bridget, "at least it was nice while it lasted!"

As Imogene wrenched her dick from Bridget's mouth and gullet, the Overseer's eyes crossed, staring down the cannon of cock stretching out in front of her. It never ended! Imogene practically had to move to the other end of the desk just to free her member fully, standing more than a couple of feet away from Bridget; her cockhead also had to be tugged from the red-head's snagged-lips, a spray of spittle following it out. Bridget gasped and grabbed at her throat, coughing up precum and saliva as she attempted to catch her breath.

Imogene walked forward once more, lifting her cock into the air as she did, her hands picking up where Bridget's had left off. Her member towered over the redhead, casting a long, terrible shadow over her kneeled figure; it was only when Bridget was suddenly swallowed by darkness did she look up, her eyes gaping to a head-popping-width. How... how could anyone be so well-endowed!? Before she managed to finish viewing the tremendous member, her face was suddenly smothered by Imogene's sack, the fleshy folds nearly enveloping her entire head.

"D-Do this for me and I'll finish getting hard!" Imogene announced, bucking her balls against the Overseer's features, "It'll happen soon, I promise."

She still wasn't erect yet!?

Raising her hands, Bridget grasped at Imogene's testicles to push them away from her, only now discovering that they had swollen by a large degree since she'd last seen them. Only inches away from the stupendous sperm-stuffed-spheres, Dr. Walsh couldn't help but gawk at them, stunned by their growth; they had practically tripled in size, now reminiscent of the watermelons being grown in the vault's hydroponic-lab. And from the weight of Imogene's shaft on the top of her head, it felt like it had engorged to a similar level!

Doing what had to be done - at least if Imogene was to be believed - Bridget took hold of one of the ginormous globes and brought it to her face, its weight and shape similar to carrying a bowling ball. Less practiced at this particular lurid act, she extended her tongue and timidly lapped at the lightly-haired, wrinkled surface of Imogene's scrotum, coaxing loud moans from the futa once more; she also used her fingers to perform something akin to a massage on the corpulent sphere in her palms, rubbing her digits into its grotesque gravidity.

Stroking herself fervently, Imogene groaned from Bridget's efforts. Head thrown back and her eyes closed, the blonde futa relished in all the stimulation she was receiving, her hips jerking against the doctor's face, her arms flying up and down as much of her endless shaft as it could, a multitude of inches extending out of her reach, that number only growing as her endowment erected. She scarcely paid any attention to her appendage's expansion, the raging euphoria coursing through her taking precedence.

They could both hear the effects of Imogene's continuously flaring arousal. It sounded to Bridget like the futa's cock was creaking as it engorged, like it was swelling more than it was ever meant to, her pale dick-skin utterly taut against her enormity. There was also the noisy gurgling emanating from Imogene's bulbous balls, their ferocious churning of cum audible - a churning that only enlarged them further. Already they'd begun dwarfing Bridget's head in size, comparable now to her tits in relative volume - and their fattening wasn't pausing either!

Bridget was doing her damndest to suck on whatever portion of sagging sack or rumbling testicle that was in her reach, her brain fogged over by lust - a lust derived from the intense miasma steaming from Imogene's scrotum. Even more powerful than when she was giving the futa a blowjob, the aroma was practically seeping into the Overseer's pores, clogging her nostrils and making her eyes water; there was something intoxicating about the scent, and only Bridget's strong desire to maintain some amount of decorum stopped her from sniffing it like a wanton whore. Instead, she spit-shined Imogene's sperm-sack, her fat thighs grinding together in an attempt to calm her own arousal.

Reluctantly Imogene moved away from Bridget, the Overseer's lips popping off of the futa's potency pouch with a pop.

"There we go," she panted, positioning herself so her cock was fully in view of the redhead, "I'm hard now. Y-You did great, Dr. Walsh. I can't believe you're so skilled at this kind of thing."

"Thanks, I guess," Bridget brushed her hand against her forehead, cleaning it of the sweat that accumulated from being buried in Imogene's balls, "At least we can finally get... g-get... Oh my God!"

Bridget's jaw dropped as she witnessed Imogene's ultimate might.

Craning her head backwards as far as she was capable, her spine bent like she was about to waddle under a limbo stick just to catch a glimpse of where Imogene's cock ended. She gasped when she finally locked eyes with it. This... this shouldn't have been possible! Imogene's endowment had tripled in length - no, it'd grown more than that! Bridget tried to mentally calculate the measurements of the member that extended out numerous feet from where it began, her mind reeling as the number climbed higher and higher. Even if she was off by a half a foot, that still meant the futa's cock was more than two-thirds of her full, head-to-toe height!

She initially studied Imogene's glans, unable to rip her eyes from its magnificence. It had engorged with such an insane quantity of blood that the color of it was currently a deep crimson, and like her length, the futa's member had thickened significantly as well, the human-head-sized-cockhead about even in girth with the shaft it topped. Thank God Imogene had stopped the blowjob when she did - Bridget's face really would have split in half if she hadn't! Imogene's immense crown constantly belched precum, each sloppy cascade of the pearlescent cream voluminous enough to fill a beer mug; a pile of the heaping slime had formed out of sight behind Bridget's desk, every release met by a raucous splattering sound.

Following the monolithic member down its shaft, Bridget's eyes bulged so extremely it made her look like a fly. The next quality of the literal monster jutting out over her that she noticed was its urethra; it appeared so enormous, so ridiculously spacious, that the Overseer could've stuffed both of her arms into it with room to spare. And that wasn't mentioning the full, unbridled girth of the rest of Imogene's cock! To put it simply, its thickness was plainly ludicrous, comparable to one of the redhead's own thighs in width and just as round. She was supposed to take this beast inside of herself!?

Every other aspect of Imogene's appendage appeared just as uniformly grotesque, breathtaking in its grandeur. Veins as large as Bridget's fists laced its endless inches - at least the ones that she could see from underneath it - throbbing with such violence it was like the hyper-hung futanari had dozens of extra hearts located inside her shaft. Her cum-tunnel swelled repeatedly with every new hosing of she-pre, distending like it was trying to excrete a brick. Bridget eventually righted her head and made it to the base of Imogene's monstrous organ, which occupied every millimeter of space in her groin, stretching from thigh to thigh.

Visage no longer enveloped by its wrinkled folds, Bridget was afforded an unobstructed view of Imogene's drool-dripping balls. Though she'd felt their ridiculous expansion while she was fondling and licking them, Dr. Walsh hadn't actually seen how immense they'd grown, and now that she could her heart skipped a beat. Previously, Imogene's testicles sagged around her knees, but currently they were closer to her ankles, weighed down by the trembling spheroids that were even more corpulent than her cock; indeed, the futa's sack and its contents appeared wider than Bridget's own torso, Imogene's legs utterly obscured from the front, her globes rounding out past her hips.

Basically, Bridget didn't know what to think when presented with something so glorious yet horrifying.

"Alright, how should we do this...?" Imogene thought aloud, completely ignorant to Bridget's brain-boggled state, "Maybe if you laid on the desk that would be best!"

She didn't receive a response.

"Hello? Um, Dr. Walsh? You still down there?"

Imogene couldn't actually see the Overseer from around her colossus.

"How...?" Was all Dr. Walsh managed to utter at first, her words catching in her throat, "How do you expect me to have sex with something so... so massive!? It's impossible! This whole thing can't work! There's no possible way you can directly impregnate anyone with that!"

"What are you talking about?" Imogene heaved her cock to the side so that she could actually look at Bridget, "I've had sex before with my dick - I'm not a virgin or anything. I mean, I know I'm pretty big, but that hasn't ever been a problem."