When Kenta came to, he was in a hospital bed, hooked up to some beeping machine. He could already tell he was going to be here for a while. The sterile, white-sheeted bed that Kenta had been staying in was starting to feel uncomfortable and stifling. The hit that he took was worse than he thought, and he lost more blood than he realized, but he’d do anything to get up off this hard mattress. His feet hung off of the far edge of the bed, it being just a bit too small to fit his height when he was completely spyed out like he was. It made him feel awkward, like the whole room wasn't meant for him at all. It wasn't easy for someone like him to stay still for very long. What were his students up to in the meantime? Would they have a substitute? Kenta wondered exactly who they'd be able to get for something like that, considering the nature of most of the girls. Hopefully Miss Crissa could handle it, because imagining some random guy coming in and messing with his girls just set him on edge and triggered that part of his brain that made him want to protect and defend them all. ... Though if he was being completely honest, knowing the girls, he'd probably have to defend the substitute from them if that was the case. They would probably eat the poor guy alive like a pack of lions descending on a gazelle. Sexy lions. Most with rge tits. Okay, so the metaphor was breaking down, but it was more of a reason that someone like Crissa should be the one to handle them in his absence. Or Celestia. ... No, wait, scratch that, not Celestia. If that was the case, he'd probably come back to her having filled their heads with some weird ideas. Kenta shuddered a bit, imagining all of the crazy things she could do. Well, shuddered, but also a bit turned on, but he didn't want to admit that st part. ... A few of the girls were around, and Director Swan quickly got him back up to speed with the situation. Repairs had begun, with the teams intended to work round the clock until the base was functional again. He'd be stuck in bed for at least another week, so a substitute teacher had been arranged until then. When he asked about Rouge, Swan looked nervous... but agreed he deserved to know. "The truth is... she was a result of the fighting 10 years ago. She is... a Geomorph General." Now that was a lot to take in so suddenly! But Swan reassured him: "Don't worry! She's safe to be around! Really!" She pressed on, letting him hear everything. "The leader of the Geomorph invasion force we fought back then, the one that was nearly crushed but escaped at the st moment to go and lick her wounds... was the Geomorph Commander, the one known as Condesce. All the Generals, Rouge included, are her daughters. "But, unlike Dominator and the rest of their ilk, Rouge fell into our hands. And we've been raising her since, training her to utilize her superhuman capabilities." Swan smiled sadly, looking distant for a moment. "She's proof that peace could truly exist between our races... but as long as her sisters are with the Condesce, she'll continue to fill their hearts with hatred for humanity." Shaking his head, Kenta tried to change his train of thought. He didn't really have a lot to say at the moment, but it left him with something to think about. The more he mulled over Rouge being a Geomorph General, the more it made sense, seeing how very inhuman her movements and strength was. Not to mention her looks as a whole. There was no way someone like that could pass for normal, and it almost made him feel a bit sad. He’d go nuts having to sit around and do nothing for a week, he couldn't imagine how someone like Rouge felt having to stay cooped up for her entire life. Still, the fact that she seemed to be mostly friendly (even if she was really flirty and seemingly turned on all of the time) gave Kenta some hope. Afterall, Cozy was a Geomorph, too, and there was definite proof that they could get along with Humanity just fine. It made him determined to see his path through and protect his tiny "partner" as well. He wondered exactly what would come of that. Cozy had tried to take them down from within, and even though Kenta didn't want to see anything bad happen to her, she did need to face repercussions somehow. The st thing he wanted to see was her being locked up and treated wrongly. He would need to have a long chat with the titanic-titted troublemaker as soon as he could. He hadn't been able to get some time alone with her since the incident, and even though she did show up when he first came to, it was around the other girls, so he couldn't exactly broach the topic right then and there. Furrowing his brow, he realized that as soon as he got the irksome brat alone, she would probably try to get at his cock and come onto him in some kind of ploy to keep his mouth shut. 'Oh no, you found out I've been a bad girl! Please daddy, I'll do anything if you don't tell, you can use my body in any way you - ' Kenta shook his head to clear out the warm, cloudy thoughts starting to mist his mind up like a sauna. Looking down, he saw that his sheets were starting to tent. He was more pent up than he realized, and it wAsn’t like a hospital gown offered much in the way of cover. If he got excited here, it was really easy to tell. He spped his cheeks, threw the covers off of him and stood up, shedding the ill-fitting gown and pulling on a loose pair of shorts that had been provided for him. Kenta couldn't just y there and let his mind run wild. If he needed exertion, then maybe some exercise in MG's gym would get his blood pumping and his head unstuffed. Surely no one would be upset at him for staying fit. Going out in just a small pair of shorts, especially ones that ended up bowing deep in the middle with the sheer weight of Kenta's huge junk, would normally be a little risky, but it should be fine this te at night. Not like anyone around the base was going to be nocturnal, right? So he crept down the hall, broad-shouldered, muscur body looking a little surreal moving so soundlessly, and eventually came to the gym. But he froze just before entry: curiously, the lights were all on and music was pouring out. Well, nothing for it. He ducked inside. As one would expect, MG's gym was rather vish in fitting with the rest of the base. A big open area with dozens of machines, as well as a full shower room out back. There was even a modest spa with a sauna and jacuzzi. It also seemed to have come furnished with something else unexpected: a potent, 'frustrating' smell, one that almost immediately overwhelmed him, leaving his nostrils itching and his mind foggy. He breathed it in deeply by accident and immediately felt light-headed. He also became aware how long it had been since he'd st cum... his mind flickered back to being buried in that bat's groin earlier and he realized the smell was nostalgic of that. He naturally associated with that lewd bitch's meaty cunt pushing down on his face, dripping her arousal right onto him. The reason why became clear when he opened the door: that very same bat was straddling one of the exercise machines rather engrossingly, having shed her tex catsuit for something more traditional: a bck sports bra and yoga pants with white trim. All of it struggled to contain her curves, of course, the material stretched nearly sheer on the bat's fat curves, but the real appeal was in her raised arms. Sitting on the Machine Fly as she was, arms up by her sides, it quickly became obvious the bat was absolutely stewing in her own sweat, the steamy aroma of a girl in the middle of a deep workout routine being partially responsible for the spread of her hot, sticky pheromones about the room, up his nose and straight to his brain... guiding his cock to harden and harden and harden! He could see straight to the bat's sticky armpits as she worked out, lifting 200 kilograms like a regur person might manage 50: the only pce where her pheromone smell might be stronger was the crotch of her bck stretchy yoga pants... but these naughty pits were fully on dispy, slick, dripping, pouring with scent. Just a few seconds of licking or tasting her supernatural sweat pits in her current state would probably have him ready to cum in a fsh! If the brief exposure that Kenta had to Rouge's superpowered pheromones before caused his cock to stand at attention, then being completely engulfed in it as he was currently was doing much, much more. It set his body and mind on edge almost immediately, making him feel a bit drunk off of the tangibly humid atmosphere. It caused his muscles to tighten up. In any other situation, he might have noticed the fact that his rod was so hard that it was pushing the waistband of his shorts out in their futile attempt to contain what was desperately trying to break free. He might have thought twice about trying to go through with his idea of working out his frustrations. But since his brain wasn't exactly in full control of his faculties, the door clicked closed behind him as he walked inside, a generous trail of a clear-white liquid pre dripping down off of the front of one of the legs of his shorts. Rouge looked up, smiling when she saw him walk in. Rather than responding, it looked like the sight of his body had a different effect on her: looking at his hard muscles and sexy body just made her start lifting more enthusiastically, granting the bat a hormonal second wind. "Grnngh..." He should probably have said something instead of just staring as he walked, but his mouth was suddenly so dry. Any attempt to breathe in just filled him more and more with that wonderful, thick and sweet scent. Sure, he could totally at least get a run in. The rational side of his brain didn't even question the fact that the treadmill he chose was close by to a three foot tall creature made of complete sex who was currently eyeing him up like a predator eyed fresh meat. The only difference was that it was hard for Kenta not to look at her the exact same way. Even after starting his run, his gaze was completely and utterly fixed on Rouge’s form. Her legs dangled off of the side of the seat that she was straddling, not even reaching the floor. Standing, she came about up to Kenta's waist, lips suspiciously (fortunately) around the height of the base of his dick. Rouge was tiny. That's not to say she was small, though. Sweetie Belle, Bache and Ashley were small. Hell, even Cozy was small if you didn't count her chest. Rouge, on the other hand, was like someone took the proportions of an S-css stripper and squashed her down to half the size. Her curves were the very ideal of womanly, and looking at her toned but plush body felt like it was a sexual experience all on its own. Kenta continued to focus on her as he ran, watching her chest rhythmically squash as she brought her arms in, and then bounce free as her arms went out, absurdly jiggling, wobbling and finally coming to a rest before the whole process started over again. Squish. Bounce. Wobble. Repeat. With each movement, her back arched, driving that thick cunt grinding into the padding of the seat cushion and he couldn't help but notice a considerable patch of shiny liquid on the seat around her, flowing so much as to even start to drip off of the sides. Kenta picked up his pace, rivulets of sweat pouring off of him, sliding down between his hard, cut muscles as he ran, his whole body tightened up like a coil just waiting to be sprung. His rock-solid cock eventually broke free of its meager restraints, the leg on his flimsy pair of shorts creeping up enough to just let his entire bouncing package spill out. His thick, long shaft and bouncing, full balls full of potent seed leading the way while the rest of his body tensed to the exertion. He couldn't notice, however. His mind was too hazy to think about anything aside from how much he wanted to breed the bitch in front of him like a primal beast, and if anything at all changed to allow it, he probably would. The juicy, hot smell of the bat's fresh, sticky armpits continued to permeate around the room - probably the cause of what happened next. Kenta's giant cock and balls completely fell out of his shorts, the huge stud barely paying attention. He ended up panting, gasping, shutting off the machine and just... doubling over, thrusting his hips energetically, fucking the air with powerful swings like a wild beast. Utterly paralyzed by animal pheromones, he was caught in Rouge’s trap. “Nnnhhh... Fuck...” Rouge purred, looking over, fluttering her eyeshes hungrily. Her tongue poked up from under her bottom lip, slowly sliding across her mouth as her eyes glowed. She was smiling, cheeks rosy-red. "Oh, that's a big cock, sweetie... It looks so hard it's about to burst... that incredibly sexy, hard cock..." The next thing he knew, time had shot forwards. It was like he'd bcked out for a moment, just grunting and gritting his teeth as he could only feel the throbbing of his rigid cock with all the veins standing up. Lightheaded didn't begin to describe it. When he came to focus again, the saucy bat was sitting between the treadmill's handles in front of him, using the entire digital readout to support her ponderous ass. She had one foot resting on either arm of the machine, which meant her crotch was pointed directly at his face. Looking at her legs really hammered home how fat her thighs were: her legs were thicker than any of the girls twice her height. Maybe Adagio had her beat, and even then it would be close. Rouge shifted her ass, and the controls beneath her beeped. She crooned in the back of her throat as the machine started going faster beneath Kenta's feet, sending him hurtling backwards. He might have spilled off altogether if not for what she did next: folding her arms behind her head, giving him a double-barreled bst of her sweet-smelling pheromones, plunging him even deeper into lust-crazed stupor. "Come to meeee~" she purred. His legs span, running faster and faster as Rouge mercilessly put him through his paces. He ran until he felt like they were burning... then he ‘bcked out’ again. Which was to say once again he was just so fucking horny he couldn’t even think. When he came to, his face was buried in the bat's armpit, his nostrils fring, his tongue slobbering and pping up her sweat. She was moaning in his ear, one hand on his shoulder and the other holding the back of his head, keeping him in pce. Her eyes were rooted to that huge thing poking the undersides of her thighs. She made an effort to catch his cock between her feet, struggling because her legs were so stubby, and crowed with delight when she was able to catch and squeeze the apple-sized head between her tiny toes. Then she hooked a thumb in her yoga pants and started tugging them down, clearly not finding any further words necessary. The treadmill, having served its purpose, whined to a halt beneath him as Rouge gave him a fsh of her bare, naked cunt. It smelled even better than under her arms. Just going off that, this bratty bat was more than ready to be mated. She pursed her lips seductively, lust overtaking her expression. "You're looking at me like you want to get sandwiched in my pussy lips... But don't underestimate me... I'll make your cock melt, boy!" Kenta stared directly at Rouge's bare, dripping cunt like it was an oasis. His hips shivered under her touch and he gripped the rails with enough strength to cause them to bend, his biceps and pecs flexing under the strain as he moaned. Was she talking? Due to how hazy his mind was, he could barely make out the words she was saying and everything coming out of her lips sounded to him as 'paint my womb with your cum', 'fuck a baby into me', 'turn me into your breeding slut', or some combination thereof. His animalistic instincts were driving him wild and, panting and moaning, he poured with sweat as his throbbing cock radiated heat and begged and ached for release. So, doing exactly what he thought he heard, Kenta grabbed the tiny little fucksleeve by her ankles and yanked her down off of her perch on the console with a squealing yelp. He smmed her onto the treadmill without a care for how hard he did it. She could take it. In fact, he was pretty sure she could take a hell of a lot more than just that, so he wrenched her legs upward, doubling her over, putting her feet by her head as he pressed down on her. The underside of his cock pressed into her meaty cunt with a wet squish, and a stream of his precum jetted from the tip to spsh all over Rouge's ample chest. If Kenta was paying attention, he would have seen that the slutty little minx's tongue forced its way out of her mouth, attempting to stretch its way towards the spilling liquid in a desperate attempt to taste, accompanied with a whining moan. But instead he just gripped onto her legs tighter, positioning her hips, dragging his cock along her puffy vulva, her pussy almost opening for him as he shoved the head of his aching cock into the waiting hole it was designed for. His mind exploded into sparks and his balls tightened up, dumping its contents. Rouge could just see his cock visibly pulsing with the movement of all of the thick semen traveling down his shaft... right until it all entered her. Shot after shot after hot, heavy cum jetted into her, as he came immediately after slipping just the head inside. A few moments ter and she was leaking copiously, his semen running down her ass to spatter on the treadmill beneath her. The very second warm semen spshed her insides, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started cumming too, both these sinful pleasure-seekers descending deeper and deeper into the heat ciming both of them. But if she was about to gloat, it died in her throat. Because instead of being done, Kenta just began to fuck in earnest, shoving that long, thick rod downward, causing the load he just pumped into her waiting cunt to rocket outward and spsh over the both of them. His cock wasn't dying down, and he instead pistoned his hips, thrusting like a possessed animal into the plush onahole below him. "Hoooooooooooohhhhh!!!" Rouge squealed at the top of her lungs as Kenta fucked her hard on the treadmill, immediately giving her the deep, hot cum tribute a fertility goddess like her deserved. She could barely move with her legs pinned up around her head and this massive barbarian brute-fucking her down so efficiently, so she just hissed and grunted and bucked hard beneath him. The gym felt like a sauna, the air steaming around them. She cwed at her own clothes, trying to rip her top right off, and squirmed angrily when the lycra just stretched. "FUCK! Fuuuuck! FUCK!" she snarled, before finally tugging it off her head and tossing it to the side, leaving the little fuck-bat completely nude and soaked in sweat. Geez her abs were tight. They were barely visible under her giant tits 99% of the time, but they were there. She was toned and taut and powerful. "Mmmmmh! More!" she grunted, clinging to him, still folded over. The deeper he got, the more btant the size difference between them became: he was trying to put a cock half a woman's size inside of her and everything you'd expect as a result was happening. She didn't have any sort of 'magic pocket' down there, his cock mashed past her cervix and sank into her squishy womb almost immediately... fuck, he was barely halfway in before that happened! After that he found out just how stretchy he was, being able to see his cock making a mountain in her belly. She giggled when she saw it, pressing her fingertip on the bulging tip... and tilted him down until it was nestled between her tits, trapping him in her cleavage and squeezing. Of course he couldn't stand up to that! He only sted another few minutes before Kenta was cumming again, and Rouge had a supreme look of satisfaction on her face as his cum jetted as much over her as inside her, soaking her body in long, steaming ropes of his semen. This time she collected plenty on her tits and hands, slurping up both with her tongue immediately. When he drew his hard, throbbing cock out of her, she stared at it wide-eyed. "Shit, still hard... That giant cock is still hard..." She immediately hooded her eyes and grasped one of his huge nuts, giving it territorial squeezes. "Make a lot more for me... Make gallons more of this stuff and soak me~" Rouge shoved him onto his back, her adaptive tex already forming a tight pair of thigh-high bck boots, a belt around her breasts to stop them bouncing in her face and a shiny, bck, tight choker... and climbed on top of him! She positioned her tiny, tight fuckhole directly over his cock and rode him down to the base, crooning all the while, squatting over him as she smmed her hips all the way down, giant ass thudding into his p with a huge cp. With her hands grasping her thighs, the squatting bat started shaking her ass up and down, beating his cock with her squishy, painfully-tight, powerfully-grasping insides. "Mmh! Mmh! Mmhhhhhh!" "HHHhhhhhFUCK!" Kenta tried his best to say something, anything other than the hisses, grunts and moans that were coming out of him, but he was way too far gone for coherent words with his cock grasped in alien pussy. Everything that this bat did was just egging him on further. He grabbed onto Rouge's wings, yanking the twerking bitch down onto him proper as his hips rose, thrusting upwards like he was practically trying to fuck a hole through her. His head went white and he came yet again, pumping more and more semen into her and onto them as it exploded out of her tight hole and covered their midsections with thick, sticky cum. Before he could finish shooting the rest of his load, he hazed out again. Coming to, Kenta realized he was fucking Rouge against the wall next to the treadmill, holding her up by the ankles with her feet pinned beside her head. He smmed his hips against her over and over and over, pressing his muscled torso against her huge, soft tits, her plush lips locked around his bare, sweaty nipple, circling her tongue around it. She groaned and her eyes rolled up into her blue-dusted lids as she was pumped full of cum yet again, his load going all over her ass, his legs, and the wall and floor. The next thing he knew, he was buried in her ass, watching the giant globes rippling against his waist while thrusting. Letting her legs dangle, he had a white-knuckle grip on her arms, wrenching them back as he poured another load into another hole. Then he was grabbing onto her ears while she swallowed his cock down to the base, using them as handlebars and watching ropes of his cum jetting out of her nose. Then in the sauna. Then in the jacuzzi. Then with hot water streaming down both of their bodies in the shower. How long it continued, Kenta couldn't possibly say. It felt like trying to grasp onto a particurly drunk night. Once he finally regained his senses, he was wet and naked, ying on a bench in the showers and panting like he just finished running a marathon. His cock was finally wilted and he was staring up at the ceiling as he tried to fruitlessly grasp onto everything that had just happened. "That. I. Wh. It. Wh...?" Words were still hard for Kenta, but he hoped he was verbalizing his confusion well enough as he began to scrape his brain together from the inside of his skull. Rouge, meanwhile, sat outside on one of the exercise machines, smiling to herself as she leaned back against its frame. Still stark-naked, still soaked in semen despite it only being maybe 1% of the total volume of what Kenta had pumped out. The rest dripped from the surrounding equipment and walls, stinking up the room with all its vulgarity. Bracing one hand on the machine's arms, she used the other to work a cigarette between her lips and light up, taking a few slow and steady puffs. "Mmm... Always tastes better after sex~"