Chapter 1 - Master Splinter

 The winter was one of the nastiest that New York had seen in a long time. 

 Entire sidewalks were covered up by drifts of snow while a storm of flakes as big as a thumb flurried through the air as the cold winds blasted down every street and alley. As she made her way through a rough neighborhood, Master Splinter gazed at the apartments with boarded up windows and the alleys filled with homeless tents flapping in the wintry storm. Many of these people aren’t going to make it, she thought. 

 Master Splinter and the Turtles did whatever they could to help the freezing homeless around the city, though the behavior of the unfortunate souls they found left them disappointed. No matter how many times Master Splinter warned them to use the dollars only for food and shelter, extracting a promise from them, she would end up stumbling over the same faces later on, completely high or drunk. 

 Just as looked now down the same alley as yesterday, the tents were still up, though Master Splinter gave them enough to get themselves a shared room at a nearby hotel, if only to get over the cold. These addicts are beyond my help. One could train the most undisciplined youth if there was a desire to learn; but even a promising pupil was no good if he decided to spend his time chasing a “fun time”. Enough fun time chased and one woke up in old age having done nothing. 

 The worst part is that they were more than willing to put others at risk to satisfy their dark cravings, which meant that some of them needed a good beatdown. But then there were others that did far worse, people that were willing to sell their bodies, or worse, to sell the bodies of their children. 

 Out of all the homeless gathered here, the one that the master had most compassion for was a father doing his best to protect his younger daughter. A troubled man that was left by his wife and still dealt with alcoholism, but which Master Splinter saw tried his hardest to change. These two she always provided with some spare money to ensure their safety… and yet now she caught sight of the father leaning under the eaves of a building and drinking. 

 With the winds blowing the loose robe against the curves of her body, Master Splinter advanced and stood before the man. “Mr. Rogers,” she said, her Japanese accent bringing him out of his dazed state.

“Uhhh…” Panicked, the man lowered the bottle. “M-Master Splinter?” As he stared at her, his eyes absentmindedly made their way down from her head to the huge pair of breasts outlined by the flattened robe. 

 This sort of behavior would have been unacceptable in Japan, but Master Splinter understood years ago that American men could be shameless. At first she did her best to wrap a sarashi that would hold her breasts and squeeze them down as much as possible - over time, though, the master wondered why she was taking such precautions and wasting her time defiling her beautifully endowed body simply due to the failures of others.

“You are drinking,” she reprimanded, her eyes harsh. “Where is your daughter?” 

“Oh. She’s… she’s around.” His eyes found no real target but they inadvertently slipped towards the tents in the alley. 

“Alone?”

“Not…” His drunken eyes squinted and lowered. “Not alone,” he said shamefully. “Watched and safe.” 

 That was one way to put it, though Master Splinter began to sense this one man she thought was decent fell back into his old ways only for his daughter to suffer in exchange. “Take me to her,” she ordered. 

 Despite the poverty experienced by these people and the extreme conditions of the weather, empty beer and vodka bottles were sticking out of the snow, and Master Splinter even caught sight of a young boy, far too young to be in such a place, using cans to build a snowman. 

 The tent she was taken to was the largest there, and far sturdier than the others, with a glow coming from within. As she put her hand down to unzip it, Rogers grabbed her wrist. “Wait… Master, you might get in trouble for doing this.” 

“Get in trouble?” 

“This man, he’s… He’s dangerous.” 

“Hmph.” Master splinter crossed her arms and met his gaze. “Is this why you sold your daughter to him?” 

 Rogers shook his head, tears coming to his eyes. “He f-forced me… Said this would be better for both of us. For her. That he could take care of her… Then he put the bottle in my mouth and forced me to drink…” 

 From the sound of his voice, he was sincere. So, then… She was dealing with an actual criminal, for once, and not just some lost soul. More convinced than before that it was time to intervene, Master Splinter unzipped the tent and a sweltering, steaming heat blasted her face from the inside, along with a smell so vile that she needed to turn her face. What’s that?!... 

 Inside the tent was a man so fat that he barely fit at all, with a huge gut resting over his spread legs. The girl sat on his thigh, trembling slightly as the old man caressed her petite young body and kissed her neck, drool trickling down her perky breasts. They were both completely naked, but while the sight of the young girl being there with him made Master Splinter’s blood boil, it was the sight of the thing between his legs that made her heart stop. A penis so large and thick that it dwarfed the young girl’s thigh, a monstrous thing covered in veins, the head covered in rotten dickcheese even as it slowly pulsed and oozed out seed. 

 Master Splinter was never surprised by anything, certainly not after all these years roaming the streets of New York, but the sight of that thing terrified her. There was no way a man could naturally be endowed that way… only the result of a freak mutation could lead to a dick that… that big… 

 The fat man within put his unfriendly eyes on her, even as he went on kissing the girl’s chest. “You’re bothering me,” he said coolly.

 Master Splinter couldn’t quite believe his audacity. “Bothering you?” She snatched the girl by the wrist and pulled her out of the tent. Though naked, she cried and went towards her father, who quickly covered her up and took her away. 

 The fat man showed little reaction, only a bored sigh. “I’m going to punish them for that. And you.” 

“What kind of a fiend takes advantage of a girl like that?” 

“Advantage?” he asked, laughing grimly. “I’d say she was taking advantage of me. An ugly brat like that getting paid to enjoy my company? Speaking of which, you’ll need to pay me back.” 

 Master Splinter was in awe of his composure, even as he stood there completely naked, his rolls of fat spilling from every part of his body and rendering him immovable. Could he even move? 

“You will listen to me, you--” 

 Before she finished her retort, the fat man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside. His arm locked around her head and held her down against his belly, the flabby meat suffocating Master Splinter. She would never have imagined this out-of-shape homeless man to be so quick or so strong, and as much as she struggled to get out of the headlock she could only hear him laugh. 

 Just before she was about to pass out, he shoved her away and laughed with a stinking breath. “You dumb fucking rat. Get the fuck away from here before I rip your goddamned head off. You ever get involved in my business again, I’ll kill you.” 

 Dumb fucking rat? Master Splinter wanted to attack him, but she was still trying to get some air back into her lungs. It would probably have been a bad idea to take this ogre here where he was in his element. He’s unnaturally strong. But there was a chance that if she managed to lure him away, to make him go after her down into the sewers, that all the traps set up could put an end to him. If she couldn’t outpower him, then she could surely outsmart him. 

“You know what I think of you?” asked Master Splinter.

“What?” 

“That you’re scum. Scum that preys on girls and isn’t capable of finding a woman his own size, because you’re the size of a bloated whale.” 

 He started to laugh, and it was at that moment that Master Splinter kicked the tent over him. He yelled in anger as it came over his face, but the master took the opportunity to kick at his body as hard as she could, feeling her legs sinking into the soft flesh. 

 Enraged, the fat man ripped through the tent fabric and his fiery eyes found her. “FUCKING RAT!” 

 Master Splinter took a chance and kicked at his head one more time, then started off. Despite the fierceness of the winds, he chased after her with his grotesque, lumbering body, seeming unaffected. His dick, she noticed, was as big as it was inside the tent despite the cold, as strong and pointed as a weapon as he charged forwards through the snow. 

 This human is certainly remarkable despite his… problems. It had been years since she harbored a sexual thought, but the sight of that massive cock certainly made her wonder what it would feel like to touch. Perhaps if she knocked him out she would at least touch it for a short while… I can’t be blamed for curiosity, can I? And after all, it was better to let feelings go than suppress them. 

 There was barely anyone on the streets, and the few drunks unfortunate enough to cross paths with them the fat man slammed out of the way. He was getting tired, she could sense, but he would not give up given how long he came after her thus far. “You fucking rat! If you just want my dick, why don’t you say so? You must have been jealous, seeing that girl getting treated like that. You subhuman piece of filth.” 

 Master Splinter entered a rundown building and went towards the basement, where a huge crack in the wall led into the sewers. She waited for him to catch up, then continued, going far enough until she knew where the first tripwire was located. The lumbering imbecile tripped over it without even looking down, and the log from above came right down against his head. It was such a serious blow that Master Splinter thought his head might burst open like a melon. Instead, and remarkably enough, he just gathered himself and stood back up, laughing at the trickle of blood that came out of his nose. “Very nice,” he said. “If you’re hunting for fucking rats.” 

 God, but he’s strong, thought Master Splinter, and her heart skipped a beat. Generally, bad guys were either strong oafs or vile degenerates, but it was rare to find one that was both, especially one this big and this evil. What have I gotten myself into? she wondered. 

 The second trap he stumbled through was less effective than the first, since it was a net intended to lift him up that just broke from his weight. In fact, as they made their way deeper into the sewer, the master began to panic as she noticed that none of the traps were, in fact, working. It was only when she got close to the hideout that she picked up speed, trying to lose him, but the monster must’ve sensed her fear since he sprinter after all.

 As soon as she reached home, Master Splinter bolted the steel door and stepped back. He came and pushed against it, then bashed his whole body into it. Some mortar crumbled and fell from above, but the door seemed steady enough. 

“Ahhh, you sneaky fucking rat! I’ll give you a chance, rat. Open up and I’ll try to be understanding with you. But if you force me to make my way inside, I’m going to make you regret it.” 

 Master Splinter said nothing at all. He tried to make his way in a few more times, but without effect. There’s no way even he can get past that door. There were other entrances into the hideout that she and the Turtles could use, but none that he knew about. Still, as she considered the possibility of him finding a way inside, the blood rushed throughout her entire body and made her tremble. He would simply break me. 

 The Turtles weren’t home and the master worried. But a few hours later the Turtles returned, and as she opened the bolt and looked out into the sewer, the man was gone. 

 Michelle watched her adoptive mother with suspicion. “Is anything wrong?” 

 Master Splinter shook her head. “No, not at all…” 



 Nearly a week passed of nothing happening, though Master Splinter still thought of the homeless man and his gigantic cock. Though she visited the homeless spots once again, there was no sign of him anywhere, nor did anyone else sight him since she last had him before her hideout. 

 Could he be dead? wondered the master.

 It was after one of her night outings that Master Splinter returned home and found Bella waiting for her. “Master, you won’t believe it!” 

“Believe what?...” 

“Well, we were out fighting some people when we bumped into this massive guy! He was so strong that he nearly snapped another guy like a twig, and just as he thought he was going to hurt us too, he told us that he was your friend.” 

 A chill went down Master Splinter’s spine. “My friend,” she repeated. 

 The fat one was sitting on some pillows the Turtles put together for him as a makeshift chair, since there was nowhere else for him to be. He was wearing clothes now, and the girls were listening to him with fascination as he described the different ways he tore through people’s flesh and splintered their bones. “Some people are just weak,” he said, his eyes settling on Master Splinter. 

“Girls!” she cried, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “Leave me to discuss with my friend.” 

 The Turtles grumbled as they got up and left the room, and the master tried to show no sign of her troubled mind. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.

“Here I am,” said the man. “Told you I would be.” 

“You can’t--” 

“Take your robe off.” 

 The brutality with which he interrupted her and gave the order left her speechless. “What?”

“Your girls are right beyond that door, rat. Do as I say, or I’m going to do what I want with them. They sure are cute little freaks, with their shells and bald heads. You think that shell would crack if I filled their bellies up with cum?” 

“Don’t.”

“Take them off.” His eyes went over the room and he bobbed his head. “Cozy place you girls got here, I gotta say.” 

 What could she do but obey his orders for the time being? This bastard was strong enough to harm her and the girls as well… I won’t let him do that. All she needed to do was ensure that he would be caught unprepared by one of her attacks. If he was sleazy enough to ask for her to undress, then perhaps her body would be of service for once....

 So Master Splinter, that never showed off her body before to any man, obediently did as he commanded and undid the sash holding her robe together. Her huge breasts came into view as soon as the robe opened, and the fat man watched with a grave look in his eyes. “All the way off,” he insisted. 

 Knowing that she was fully exposing her untouched body to him, Master Splinter let the robe fall from her shoulders and hit the ground, leaving her heaving chest right in the open. It was an odd feeling to be this vulnerable before an enemy, especially one that seemed so ready to take pleasure in the sight of her lewd forms. 

 The fat man grunted, satisfied by what he saw, and the master felt an odd tinge of pride and pleasure at the fact that she somehow lived up to his expectations. What’s wrong with me? she wondered. This man is rotten to his deepest core. He’s only here to harm me. And yet I’m having all these feelings all of a sudden… Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her sexuality could be used as a weapon against her, or that her lack of experience would somehow come into play in the enemy’s strategy… but that was exactly what was happening now. 

“You have a good body for a rat,” he said, reaching down to pull at his pants. Master Splinter wondered how they were even staying on him at all considering how big he was. The size of the dick she saw made it impossible to imagine that there could be anything that fit him at all.

 The ogre got up and came towards her, close enough that he could have reached out and touched her. Just seeing him before her eyes was incredibly intimidating and… exciting, if she were to be completely honest, and Master Splinter trembled slightly as his gaze wandered all over her body. 

“You’re a virgin,” he concluded, amused. “Isn’t that right?” 

 Master Splinter kept quiet. Was it so obvious? Perhaps there were some extra senses this guy had from living his whole life preying on the weak… But it was true that back in Japan she had never given up her virginity, and ever since she came to New York and turned into a… into a rat… Well, she never even considered people could be attracted to her for the first reasons. Her curves were still there, but that was about it. 

 The fat man took a step forwards, his gut gently pushing against her stomach, with her soft breasts coming to rest right on top of it as he towered over her. Amazed by his total lack of innocence, Master Splinter moved her eyes away, but his hand came up and caught her by one ear, forcing her to meet his harsh eyes.

“They say Japanese girls make perfect wives, is that true?”

“I…” Suddenly, Master Splinter felt like the same naive girl that came over to New York years ago, barely able to muster up the courage to speak in English. “I don’t know,” she said, and her accent came through far thicker than usual. 

“They’re supposed to be loyal little fucktoys that do as they’re told,” he clarified. “Of course, you are also a filthy, hairy, disgusting piece of shit rat, so that may be a problem. But we can still try.” 

 The master’s saliva caught in her throat. “Try what?” 

“Try making you into a good little housewife, what else?” Before she could respond, he added, “Undress me. Go on. Or else I’ll get those cute girls of yours to do it. God knows they’re completely naive.” 

“No, please…” begged Master Splinter weakly. “I’ll do it.” 

 Of course, she needed to find a way to incapacitate this man… but for the time being there was nothing to do but follow his orders. There was no dishonor in it. After all, she was doing it to protect everyone. 

 Master Splinter got on tiptoes to pull off his shirt, watching as every inch of fabric came off the huge body and left his top part completely naked, the sagging fat of his chest and back bristling with hairs even coarser than hers, just coiling like wire all across his flesh. Next she tried to get his pants down but they wouldn’t budge.

“You gotta undo the buttons,” explained the fat man, as if he were proud of his hanging rolls of fat. “Get on your knees.”

 Again, the master did as she was told and knelt before him, seeing his gigantic belly rising and falling with his breaths just above her head, casting a shadow over her entire body, so immense that she couldn’t even see his face anymore. 

“You never even told me your name,” he said. 

“Master Splinter.”

“Master?” He laughed cruelly. “You aren’t of anything, rat. I guess I’ll call you Splinter. Probably easier than whatever Nip name you’ve got. Now, go on. Pull them off.” 

 Splinter lifted his gut with one hand and struggled to find the button and zipper of his pants with the other. After searching under his gut for a while, she finally came across the button and opened it deftly, then unzipped and pulled his pants down. 

 The same massive white cock from before sprang into view, throbbing wildly as it hung way past his knee, so knobbly and veiny that it barely seemed human, more like an orc’s dick wrongly attached to a human body. How did it ever get so big? 

“Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your throat?” he asked calmly. 

 What?... Fuck her throat?... There was no way she could ever take a thing that big inside of her mouth. The head alone was so large that it would’ve broken her jaw. Splinter resisted having to pick an option outright, though she couldn’t envision a scenario where she could open her mouth wide enough to take that head without breaking down. “Please, take my pussy,” she squeaked. Her voice came out so weak and shaky that it almost scared her. Just being in the presence of this guy with his insane dick was changing her behavior… 

“All right then,” he said. “Have it your way.” 

 Splinter stared at the shaft so intensely that she never saw the hand as it came from the side and slammed into the side of her head. She flew across the room like a ragdoll, her breasts cushioning the blow as she slammed into the wall. 

 The ogre pulled her up unceremoniously and pushed her against the wall, then spread her pussy open so wide Splinter worried it would tear. “Wait… Please…” 

“You said you wanted it in your pussy, so here we go.” 

 The head passed inside far quicker than she imagined, suddenly coming to fill the inside of her tight virgin cunt. It was so fucking big that she could barely move at all, just paralyzed by the way it felt inside of her… The sensation of having a thing so big moving between her pussy’s lips when she had never even stuck a finger in there was wild, and there was a genuine fear that if she made a single misstep that it would tear her insides open.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and take it?” As he spoke, his hand moved up her furry stomach and came to squeeze one of her large breasts, kneading it in his rough hand. “Are you going to do as I tell you like a good little wife?” 

 Splinter wasn’t sure why, but tears welled in her eyes. The combination of the big dick and gnarled hands taking over her body summoned up emotions she never knew were bottled up to begin with, and the rat found her usual will and determination crumbling away. “Yes, sir…” she admitted. “I’ll be your good wife.” 

 The homeless man just slapped her face and started grunting with joy as he pushed his shaft inside. Splinter wasn’t even offended… the way he hit her seemed affectionate more than anything. How can I be excited by this? How can my body be so weak when confronted with this disgusting man? 

 There was no time to think as the huge cock made its way inside inch by inch, stretching her out so much that Splinter yelped and shivered at every further thrust inside. But his strong fingers held her steady, and she knew that her dripping pussy was loosening up despite the sensation of being broken from the inside that left her senselessly scared. 

 Every time she overreacted, the ogre just smacked her across the head, telling her to calm down. “If you had been a decent woman, you would’ve loosened yourself up in advance, and I wouldn’t have needed to do all this work.” 

 Splinter wanted to be good and take it without issue, but she couldn’t even feel her lower body at all anymore. It seemed like half of her had gone numb as the shaft continued its powerful advance, slowly impaling her on top of it. I wasn’t… I wasn’t made for one this big… Not that the homeless abuser cared about any of that as he rammed himself into her. 

 It was only when Splinter glanced down and noticed the bulge that pushed out of her stomach that her mind reeled. The head of his dick seemed to be pushing through her body, threatening to split it open. “Stop!” she cried; he only thrust it harder inside. “Stop!” 

 The guy smacked her and twisted one of her ears. “Shut the fuck up and take it. I told you to be a good little wife, didn’t I? Do you think this is appropriate behavior? I don’t think so.” 

 With every new push, Splinter watched in total horror at the way her body yielded to dick and struggled to make room for the grueling shaft as it stretched her out beyond reason. She just cried weakly, because there was nothing else to do as he took her. “Please,” she kept begging him. “It’s too big…” 

 The ogre laughed joyously and put an arm around her, bringing her small furry body against his sweaty gut. “What’s the problem? You’re pussy’s so tight and good. I think I’ll take you as a permanent wife. You can finally be good for something, since you’re such a shitty fighter.” 

 No, she was a good fighter… And… “My pussy can’t take this anymore, sir.” If crying wouldn’t work, then she needed to reason with him. 

 As if in total mockery for her words, he slammed so hard into her with the next thrust that Splinter was overwhelmed by nausea as her stomach was pushed out, stretching around the pulsating head of his dick like a condom. She reached down with shaking hands and put them over the head, feeling its heat and strength through her own stomach, desperately trying to push it back. It’s going to tear me apart… It’s going to destroy me… 

 The monster just kept laughing and went so far as to nibble on her furry ear. Much to her dismay, his dick only grew bigger and harder as a result of her desperate struggle, feeding off of her unbearable agony. 

 Another thrust followed that tried to go even further than the first.

 Splinter tried to hold it together as she felt her skin growing taut all over from the pressure being exerted on her stomach. “You know, this will be good for when I fuck your daughters,” he said, laughing. “We can use you as a condom for when I push inside of them. Wouldn’t that be nice, to act as a condom for your husband?” 

 Despite the laughter, she sensed that he wasn’t joking. This sick bastard genuinely would’ve tried something like that… My body is just a cocksleeve to him… Her pussy should have closed itself off to him as a result, but as her eyes went down she could see the puddle of her own juices lying at their feet, and the trickling waterworks that still came out of her. He was just too strong to be opposed… 

“Please,” she begged again. “Please, stop fucking me…”

“You mean, stop fucking your pussy?”

 There was concern in his voice, and Splinter eagerly nodded. “Please. I can’t even feel it…” 

“All right.” There was a conciliatory tone to his voice, and the whole dick suddenly left her pussy, leaving a stretched-out hole that gaped and dripped.

 Just as she hoped she could take a moment to breathe, she could feel his fingers moving across her ass and opening it up as wide as it could go. “W-What are you doing?!” stammered Splinter. 

“What do you think? You said I can’t have your pussy,” he whispered, holding her eyes. “So I’m going to have your ass, rat.” 



 The Turtles had been listening to what went on for a while now, though none of them dared to intrude during a private moment like this. Master Splinter could be harsh if interrupted, especially if it was done during his training, which this certainly sounded like. 

 Michelle just grinned. “Sounds like she’s finally getting roughed up by someone. About time!” 

 Lea wasn’t so sure. “You shouldn’t say that! The Master has done everything for us!” 

 Rachelle shrugged indignantly. “That guy wasn’t so big. I could take him.” 

 Donna was genuinely concerned. “Are we sure they’re just training? Maybe we should make sure. If she’s in real trouble we should try to help her…” 

 It took a while to convince her sisters to open the door. In the end, it was Lea that simply pushed the door open to get a glimpse of what was happening inside… 

 The Turtles were expecting to see their master on the ground kicking and punching at the beast of a man they saw before. Instead, they got a glimpse of his fat and hairy ass from behind as he took Splinter’s ass from behind, nothing of their master but her feet as they dangled up in the air. 

 Rachelle instantly got up. “You--”

 Donna put a hand over her sister’s mouth and held her in place. “Are you crazy?! Look at how big he is.” 

“He’s hurting her,” whispered Lea. 

 She shook her head. “Not necessarily. They’re just… doing it. It just looks rough to us because we aren’t involved.” 

 Michelle just stared, unable to believe her eyes. “I didn’t know Master Splinter even dated…” 

 All four of them gazed on, not fully realizing what went on and not entirely aware of how aroused they were getting for the first time. The sight of his hairy ass flexing as he slammed into their master was imprinted in their minds, along with the sloppy sounds of his dick going into her and the splash of juices each time he thrust into her body.  

 Rachelle, that felt so confident only moments ago, was starting to soften. “He’s… He’s really strong…” 

 Donna, blushing wildly, gulped right next to her. “He is. I told you he looks amazing…” 

“What, amazing?...” They both stared at each other, sensing how aroused they were and how it reflected into one another, how their hands were instinctively running over their boobs and all the way down to their tingling pussies. 

 Only Lea spoke up about it. “Guys, I feel… Weird…” 



 Splinter couldn’t even scream anymore.

 The ogre held her tightly as he ruined her ass, his fat fingers wrapped around her snout to keep her from making any sound. But she heard the sounds of her body as he wrecked it with his dick, and saw the grotesque way her stomach bulged. Her ass turned out to be even more sensitive than her pussy, so delicate that the violent way he entered and stretched it out nearly got her to pass out. Now, she couldn’t even feel it anymore. She was certain that the moment the homeless bastard put her down, she would never be able to walk again. Her body was just too ruined by his monstrous cock to go on. 

“God, you’re such a tight little rat fuck,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve always wanted to get myself a nice virgin for a wife, it seems I found the right girl for the job.” 

 His dick just went on ramming into her, harder and longer each time. There was a clear desire to get her to burst for him, to break apart completely, which is why he relished how deep he could hit inside of her and the way her soft stomach moulded itself after his dick. 

 By this point, though, he was sweating so much from all the powerfucking that Splinter’s fur was wet with and smelled of his perspiration; even the grip of his hands was slowly loosening up a little. As he blasted her with the hammerhead of his dick and tenderized her insides a few more times, he just bit on her ear and grunted shamelessly, whispering that he was going to come. “I’m going to fill you up.” 

 Splinter knew she needed only a few more seconds. His grip was getting weak enough that she could make a run for it, or at least crawl away. Just as she waited for him to let go, he smashed her head into the wall he held her against enough times that she went dizzy. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said, laughing some more. 

 His hands were moving all over her body, grabbing her tits, her ass, and squeezing her waist down so hard that she thought he was touching his dick as he used her flesh as a toy. Suddenly, the monstrous cock stopped moving. A moment later he gasped and Splinter felt the first wave of seed as it entered her and began to spread. She could feel her stomach bulging even more than before as the cum spread throughout her body, passing through every opening that it found. 

 Even as it seemed like there couldn’t have been more of it, this fat homeless bastard kept coming and coming, filling her up like a balloon with his hot seed. Splinter could feel it dripping out of her, but worse she could feel it sneaking into other orifices and soon enough she could feel it coming up her throat. But how… It shouldn’t be able--

 A load burst out of her mouth and nose before she could finish her thought, even tears of cum came to her eyes. When he finally pulled out, Splinter crumpled and fell like a wet cumrag. 



 There was no time to waste. 

 Splinter worked hard at preparing a meal for her husband while her daughters entertained him. She had never been much of a cook, but it was nice to go back and learn things, especially if they pleased him. Tonight they were going to make sushi, just his favorite type…

 As her hands worked to clump together some rice, she snuck a glance out of the kitchen and saw her husband lying there on his mountain of pillows, cuddling with all the girls. Donna and Lea were sleeping comfortably between his plushy arms and mantits, while Michelle and Rachelle cuddled each other and slept against his massive balls, occasionally laughing as his massive dick shifted and accidentally came down to slap one down in the face. 

 My family, thought Splinter, gushing with emotion. As her eyes drifted back to the impossibly big and strong shaft throbbing between her daughters, a conclusive thought took over and filled her with lust: My man.

