Max the sheep was half asleep, cozy and snoozing peacefully in his tiny downtown apartment right as the clock struck 1 A.M. He was quite content, but grumbled as his cell phone loudly buzzed on his night stand. He turned and grabbed at it with a whimper, groaning as his eyes fluttered a bit.

“Nmngh…Go,” he beckoned the person on the other line as he put his head back down onto the pillow. His demeanor changed in an instant as they spoke. “...Code ‘White’?” he asked, becoming very awake in a hurry. The sheep was stirred before he received confirmation. He threw off his covers, leaping up to grab his gear from the closet as he grabbed his burner phone from the cabinet. He dressed hurriedly, calling his contacts and arranging pick up.

“It’s me, code ‘White’…exfil…yeah, this is the one…Mhm….Yup….Not sure…Code White is no joke, I know,” he snorted, speaking on the phone as he quickly assembled his wetwork gear.

The sheep rushed out the door, quietly dictating orders to his squad to rendezvous in Savannah Square as he made his way to the parking garage…

- - -

Bellwether hummed and jerked idly, leaning back and watching the late night talk hyena blather on with his jerky body language…

“Well, at least the actress is cute…hmm Judy?” the immensely hung, disgraced former mayor of the city throbbed with that humongous cock lurching over her massive wrinkled sack. The tattoos might have faded quickly, but the scintillating sensation of the semi-sentient ball fat sent Bellwether straight into salacious appreciation. The room was in a miasma of stink, the scent of cum and sweat bled into the carpeting, curtains, bed spread, and several chairs as the villainous sheep spent a good four hours masturbating. She showed no signs of ‘drop’ in her libido, as the constantly pumping essence of her two victims allowed her to summon that boner with nothing but a whim no more than twenty or thirty seconds after cumming.

“Not sure why I even care…Nffg…I’d probably be too big for that supple feline ass of hers, anyway,” Bellwether grinned, pushing up her glasses as she stretched and bucked off the edge of the bed. She lazily angled her cock, bobbing it to bring her foreskin-covered cock head to the cute feline’s head (from her perspective). As Bellwether lazily mimic’d the motion of gulping and swallowing the feline on the TV whole, a sudden knocking pound of heavy glass brought her out of her haze to excitedly turn off the TV and make her way to the balcony!

“Finally!” she threw the glass open, releasing that heavy spunk of fog out as her hit squad arrived. Bellwether smirked as her colossal cock flopped down between the three sheep before her. Two gasped, but Max could only stare in disbelief. Bellwether just smirked and ran a hand down that enlarged, titanic trunk of a shaft as she beckoned to the ‘leader’ of the squad to her right.

“I trust you brought the compression suit?” she said, all business as she snapped at the other two sheep.

“You two-” she grabbed their attention as they stared at her impossibly hung new log of a dick.

“Less beaming, more cleaning, hmm?” she thumbed back into the room, “All the evidence, GONE,” she beckoned. “The ‘Do Not Disturb’ will only buy you a single day in these fancy suites…” she grabbed the suit from Max as she looked over the balcony.

“Do we have-”

“Yes,” Max cut her off, helping her put the suit on and slip the huge girthy monster of a cock into a pumping sleeve of some sort. He stomped on a floor plunger pressure pad for it to tuck and pull Bellwether’s cock to a manageable size. Or at least one small enough to cram in a loose fitting jumpsuit. “We have transport, but only three more hours of complete darkness to get to point Alph-

“Gamma,” Bellwether interrupted him right back. Max stopped stomping and made eye contact with her.

“......Gamma..?” he repeated in a quizzical manner. Bellwether snorted a bit, her right eyebrow raised as he stared at her intensely.

“Must I repeat myself, Maxwell?” she said with a biting, dire tone.

That caught him off guard. Max gulped, a very rare reaction for such a professional wetworker. He felt an aura of snide, cruel energy to Bellwether’s words.

“...No,” he breathed deeply, focusing on his work as he prepped her. With a click of a few carabiners, a good ten minutes jumping on that cock-stuffing pump, and a good few zips to tuck her into a jumpsuit, the two sheep were straddling the side of that balcony as the other two sheep got to work inside the room. They would need a while to clean up the mess she had left, but that was the last thing Bellwether cared about now. ‘Point Gamma’ was a gamble, would it even be liveable? There was only one real concern for the time being: getting away with her absorption of Nick and Judy. She needed a safehouse. A place to lay low while the eventual manhunt and investigation occurred. She could use her connections to stall the release of the surveillance footage in the hotel, but there would be a search for her as soon as the ZPD went looking back through Nick and Judy’s past arrests and possible culprits. She straddled the balcony as she squirmed and jerked her tightly-packed cock and balls over the edge. Both her and Max rappelled down the side, climbing more than twenty stories down in the dead of night with nothing but a hushed ‘zzzzzzzzzrrrttt-click-cack’ of their gear and hooves bouncing off each floor’s balcony…

- - -

Bellwether nodded to herself, swiping away at her phone a few times as she dug through the ‘go bag’ Max had brought her, as requested. She ruffled through the toiletries, technologies, chargers, and more as she dug through the duffle bag’s contents. “...and what’s the food situation like there,” she asked, looking out the window to the winding quiet road of the cliffside ridge between ‘Big Dunes’ and ‘Rocky Humps’ part of town.

“Two weeks minimum, apparently ‘Gamma’ was serviced two months ago…” Max answered, tapping through the documents on his tablet as the sleek black town car turned down a solemn, dusty road. They were in a very, VERY barren part of town, a long and almost four mile stretch of just endless warehouses and industrial parks that wrapped around the bottom fringe of the more tame and boring part of this edge of town. It was as isolated as could be in Savannah, but about as far away from the Palm Hotel as one could get, which was ideal.

“...that wouldn’t happen to be something of your doing, would it?” he asked. Bellwether just looked up with a blank stare…which quickly turned into a grin.

“Whatever gave you that idea, Max?” she asked with a demonic, almost haunting smile.

“All of the flophouses for high ranking politics around here are serviced at random…” she hummed, gripping her bulge and tucking it into her legs a bit. “Nffgh-” her eyes were aflutter, which Max tried to ignore as to not egg her on any further. He had a job to do, and that was to make sure the former mayor got to her destination successfully. She had made many, MANY inroads into the underground espionage rings in each part of the city during her extremely brief stint as mayor, and this little hush-hush mission was the first time she had called on him specifically since. She had monetary leverage, and the oh-so-deadly debt of ‘common species’. Bellwether had siphoned many city funds into sheep owned local business, the lot of them owed much to her (she made sure of that).

“-This one just so happens to be one of the oldest ones in the city, why would you think it’s strange that it’s been serviced?” she taunted him, knowing that he knew her coy words were all a taunt. The power dynamic in the room hung heavier than Bellwether’s sizzling musk. Max just shook his head, avoiding eye contact as he beckoned the driver to pull down another long, straightaway road among a dozen barren looking warehouses…

- 10:54AM THE NEXT MORNING -

Bellwether tossed and turned, kicking her legs out and pulling back and forth with her torso as she wriggled her hips over and up. She arched her back, her cock springing to life with a half-chub as it made a makeshift teepee out of the glistening, vintage green silk sheets she was sleeping beneath. The sheep grabbed them and winced, feeling the velvety teepee of it scrunching and flexing atop the head of her cock. Bellwether instantly felt a rush of vitality, opening her eyes and mewing as she kicked that silk sheet off her titanic spire of a dick.

“Unnngh–...Morning, beautiful!’ she forced her cock to throb. It rose straight up, angled to the ceiling as she kicked at it with her hooves. “Mnnfh-this isn’t just morning wood…” she humped and ground her heels into that shaft. “It's morning ‘Redwood’!!” she sighed as she reached for her glasses. Bellwether flopped left and right, leaping out of the bed in her absolutely massive new abode. The carpeting and ceiling stretched far further than the average house. Every room was a sprawling, spacious collection of assorted furniture and extremely obtuse amenities throughout. Bellwether’s room looked like something out of a strange eighties horror movie, like a snapshot or a time capsule stretched into another dimension. It had an uncanny, odd glitz and glamor to it with colorations that clashed and old school furniture and adornments in every direction. Bellwether wasn’t put off by it in the slightest. It was serene, and it allowed her to focus on more important things…like talking to herself, and her double stuffed cock and balls!

“Mnnh…’Redwood’s are the big, supersized trees, right?” she asked, stepping out of bed and hoisting her balls as she waddled towards the bathroom. “Mfngh-Hhrhn-Hahh….oh I’m sure there’s a better pun for it,” she let go of her dick, pointing it at the pristine white toilet tucked into a corner of the hundred-by-hundred foot master bedroom. Bellwether relieved herself with a sigh and a bend, stuffing the tip down towards the bowl as to not spill a drop. She was glad she could still fit it in the bowl…

“Or maybe I should leave the quips and jokes to Nick, eh?” she asked, smirking and gripping her balls as she let loose in the toilet. Warmth crawled through her. She was quick to finish, as she didn’t want to waste such a perfectly plump early morning jerk.

Bellwether turned and waddled, the weight of her cock much more noticeable with such big spaces to waddle through. Bellwether dragged that sack behind her now, nudging along as the friction warmed them. She was lucky (and glad) they were so full and stuffed now. The added heft and scrunch of the extra ball flesh made itching them that much more satisfying! “NNR-” she hoisted herself back onto the bed.

Her demeanor switched from cool and casual to ferocious and violent in an instant. She hugged her cock close, pulling and harshly pulling that shaft into her torso. Her modest breasts ground into the shaft, and it pulsed as the veins pumped it full of size! “NNFH-cmongg.hh…get to WORK!” she hugged and humped into her own cock, spreading her legs and flexing those nuts by force. She stared as the flesh wrinkled. She felt the groaning, heaving presence of Nick and Judy. The perverse, tainted connection of their nerves inside her ball sack forced them to obey with no lag or hesitation. All the force, ferocity, and energy packed away in those balls reverberated as Bellwether jolted and pumped a big surging rope of precum squirting out of the scrunched, flexing foreskin head of that cock! Her dick spluttered, erupting and glistening as Bellwether let her tongue out for a taste. She licked as she humped. She jerked and pulled back on the underbelly of that shaft. She massaged it and pulled, cumming in less than ten strokes!

“O-ONLY THE START!” she vibrated, strangling her own cock with a bear hug as she forced Nick and Judy to pump and pulse through the pressure! She gnashed her teeth, jerking harshly in on herself as her fierce expression curled into a cross-eyed gasp as she rode out the endorphins. The pleasure hit her brain like a freight train, but Bellwether was insatiable for it as she struggled to the edge of the bed. She stomped forth, cumming a good five ropes before the flow abated. She was bobbing now, and let go of that shaft to let her cock bounce freely on her way towards the ‘kitchen’, a massive food court style space with assorted tables and chairs among a sprawling grill. Bellwether threw her cock about now, snorting harshly and pulling all the oxygen she could to help her keep moving.

She stopped for a moment in a hallway that stretched around the bed room towards the kitchen’s sprawling courtyard area. The assorted vases and books adorning a random cabinet caught her eye. They were just high enough…just close enough to…an idea popped in her head.

“Hnhn-” the sheep chuckled to herself. She swung through with her hips, whipping that big fat cock of hers sideways.

‘-CLRRCRRSSHH’ she shattered two vases, knocking over a stack of books and bouncing off the table as she cackled! “HAAHGH-so heavy it’s practically a WEAPON!” she teased her captives with a big happy bounce of that cock on the table. Bellwether was firmly in a dream world. Her surroundings were so vibrant and surreal, and her cock rose to match the setting! The musty, old bunker-turned-flophouse was a suitable backdrop to all of Bellwether’s gloating and narcissism. Her cock was steaming with musk as soon as her libido got going. She rested it on the freshly cleared table, bucking and jerking as she gripped the shaft.

“-but so, SO much more…~” she sighed with a pleasant expression.

The madness that was Bellwether’s demeanor was feeling so vivid and victorious that she began to beam to herself. Just enamored, enthralled, and intensely introspective as her mind raced. She made her way to the food court, but turned and found her way over to an old fashioned jukebox first. She leaned, pulling her cock out of the way and humming as she wriggled her hips. The sheep tapped at the control panel, and was ecstatic to see the digital display functioning properly. “Ahhhh, taxpayer money at work~” she sighed, massaging her huge shaft as she flipped through the album list.

“Ohhh, I’m such a sucker for the oldies… They’d better have-AH!” she smiled warmly, pushing her glasses up and leaning closer.

“Eugene Barton!” she bounced in place, hopping as her cock bounced off the jukebox. Bellwether turned and strolled through the cafeteria, throwing that shaft about as she strutted her stuff. Nick and Judy, trapped as they were, were forced to drag behind Bellwether as she tugged those titanic nuts along. They dragged on the ground unless they gave them a proper tug, but she made it a point to lazily swing and jerk her hips to the motions of the song as her heart filled with joyful sadism and glee.

“How lucky can one girl be~,” she pulled back, leaning and motioning to her almost three foot tall dickshaft.

“I ate them; Nick and Ju-dyyy-” she whipped around, swinging harshly and sending a stack of paper plates flying in every direction. Her dick just bobbed, hardening to the stimulation as Bellwether sang along with her own lyrics.

“I warned ‘em before, now they won’t bother no moooorrrre-,' ' she sat back on a bench, pulling her legs apart and hoisting both balls for a big hug. She jostled her nuts left and right, bouncing her ass on the seat as she sensed the entangled, warm vibrance of her trapped victims.

“They beat me, but now I’m back-” she leaned, stretching and throwing her legs wide and vertical as they would go. She sat and pulled her legs, lifting those nuts off the ground to scrunch with a flex of her perineum…

“...and now they’re both part of my sa-ack~” she wore that devilish grin once more, this time with a ferocious bounce of both balls individually. The left jumped, then the right, both wrinkling that nut flesh and satiating Bellwether with a tingly throb of a struggle.

“Don’t worry; not dead!...” she tried to think up fitting lyrics, mind racing to explain the situation-

“N-no, just…’re-purposed’ in-steaad- '' she put her hands on her hips with a satisfied nod, her cock tip dribbling precum as she worked her hips in a bit of a pelvic thrust for effect. She jerked and thrust into a large canopy umbrella popped open over one of the tables. It spun free of the joint, put off balance before Bellwether smacked it down with her cock head. The sheep was just destroying her surroundings for the sake of it, all this unused furniture was her own personal demolition zone as she threw that cock around like a wrecking ball!

“My head keeps, spinnin’,” she grabbed a support pole and swung around it, cock whipping about her hips as the weight of it proved hard to counter balance.

“I went to sleep and kept, grinnin’,” Bellwether danced on her hooves, swinging those balls behind her like a tetherball on a string as she looped about.

“‘Cause this…is just the be-” she smiled with lidded eyes, cock flexing as more precum messily spurted from the mouth of that hungry dick.

“-GINNIN’!” she gnashed her teeth, dropping down and stopping abruptly! Her nuts flipped about one final time before swinging back to place between her legs. They both pulsated, whining as she spread her stance and flexed them to rise and ‘CLUP-pwup’ her thighs

“Our life is gonna be….

‘FWUP-PLUP-’ those balls slapped and clapped on the ground for punctuation, hitting the same note. Bellwether’s tail wagged as she admired her own timing.

“Beeeea-u-ti-fullll~” she sang as she wiggled and hugged her cock in the center of the tables.

Cum spurted, an impromptu climax for effect as her wrinkled foreskin covering up the tip of that cock as she hugged it. That climax splattered in every direction from the scrunched tip. Like a lazy, unmotivated volcano, it oozes cum after a few wayward ropes glazed the surrounding plastic furniture.

Bellwether felt all the song-and-dance action rousing her ball flesh to more pumping. Nick and Judy were put to work during her performative nonsense, warming and convulsing inside to juice up her libido with every heartbeat. Her eyes lidded as she grabbed a bottle of wine amongst some assorted liquors. She spun it around like a lover in a tango, looking at it as her cock flexed in the air. She kissed the bottle as she rummaged for an opener, humming and wiggling her hips to the melody as she found one and screwed it into the cork.

“It really just needs to be said…” she poured a glass of wine while reaching down and grabbing the centerfold of her nutsack.

She scrunched the ball flesh, getting a nice hand full and wringing it with a squeeze. She lifted and bounced it for effect, swinging Nick and Judy to and fro as she sat back on the bar amongst all the assorted alcohol.

“-you both feel like liquid lead!” Bellwether gnashed her teeth, snarling and scrunching her nuts as she summoned an orgasm from raw effort!

Her balls bubbled, broiled, and brewed as if it was a rapidly frothing espresso machine activated by her voice! She felt the climax brewing, her cock pumping hot and heavy oxygenated blood up and down her body to power that oversized dick! It flung straight up as she humped the air,

“Ju-dy, Nick! Ain’t love a kick-” Bellwether humped frantically pumping her cock as high and vertical as it would go as the fat tip finally breached her scrunched foreskin.

The cock’s plump head stood tall and proud, pulsating as that double-stuffed pair of balls lurched.

“-INNN THE HEEAAAAAAADDDD!!” she sang, arching her back and feeling that cock erupt with pleasure! The endorphins almost made her pass out, throbbing all over as she rode every single wave of pressure with a big and cock flailing thrust.

She could hear and feel every desperate, frantic scream and moan from the trapped officers in her balls…but only now, in the throws of her climax.

It wasn’t always audible, and it may have just been her sadism gone completely mad, but Bellwether could swear she vividly heard both of them moaning and begging for mercy deep within the depths of her mind. The endless torment of her libido forcing them to churn and bloat was a hellish existence, but especially so when they were being constantly reminded of how much she was enjoying it.


She came gallons, wringing Nick and Judy for all they were worth. She poured herself a glass of wine as she basked in the pumping pulses. She waddled her hips to the far restroom, and was happy to see the big retro-styled porcelain tub against the gaudy backdrop of the sprawling vanity setup. She admired her own reflection as her cock drooled a few more glistening softball sized globs of jizz. Her foreskin rose to swallow up the tip of that massive cock as she turned on the water and spun around, sitting her butt on the cool tub and sipping her wine.

“Nnfhh…heavy, even when freshly squeezed hmm?” she admonished her balled prisoners as she tested the water. Bellwether sipped her merlot and browsed the vast assortment of shampoos and conditioners, still feeling just a bit dazed from the heavy afterglow of her orgasm.

“Hfffng-” she huffed, taking a deep breath and she felt her heart pounding. “Going to take some getting used to, but…” she spun, splashing into the shallow tub water and flinging her cock into the air as her balls lifted up into the tub with her butt. They were stretched and molded, not able to fully enter the tub…instead resting on the rim, propping up her massive cock as the victorious sheep planned her day.

“...I’ve got all the time in the world, and some lovely company to enjoy it with!” she nodded, feeling the cold chill of that porcelain wash over her two absorbed prisoners…

THE END

Art/Concept by Pokonuki ► https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/38472361

Story by Nittoh ► https://twitter.com/Nittoh_Z

Continuation of https://aryion.com/g4/view/736758

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