Kota stood there in the middle of the quiet examination room, the fleshlight still clutched awkwardly in his hand like a broken trophy from some obscene game he never asked to play.
The silicone sleeve was ruined the entrance stretched wide and gaping, the inner texture torn in places from the sheer volume and force of his releases, thick white cum still oozing out in slow, heavy drips that splattered softly onto the linoleum floor.
The doctor's eyes widened behind his thin wire-frame glasses, the green bob cut framing his sharp jawline as he stared at the damaged toy.
A flicker of genuine shock crossed his face, the beauty mark above his lips twitching slightly as his professional composure cracked for just a moment.
He leaned forward on his stool, the white coat riding up to reveal more of the dramatic flare of his hips and the way his massive, shelf-like ass pressed against the seat, the fabric of his slacks pulling tight across the plump curves.
"You… broke it?" the doctor said, voice soft with disbelief, though there was no anger in it — only a kind of clinical fascination mixed with something warmer, almost impressed.
He set his clipboard down with a quiet click, the pen rolling slightly across the desk as he stood up slowly. His movements were graceful, the kind of effortless sway that made his big ass shift and jiggle faintly with each step, the green hair bouncing lightly as he crossed the small room to a locked cabinet in the corner. "That's a high-capacity model. Designed for repeated, high-volume use. I've never seen one fail like that before."
He unlocked the cabinet with a small key from his coat pocket, the metallic click echoing in the sterile space, and reached inside.
"We'll need something stronger. Something built for… larger specimens."
Kota's heart hammered in his chest, the exhaustion from the last hour of relentless pumping still making his legs feel weak, his balls aching with that unnatural, endless fullness that refused to stay empty no matter how many times he emptied them. The room felt smaller now, the fluorescent lights buzzing louder overhead, the faint smell of antiseptic mixing with the musky scent still clinging to his skin from the back room.
He watched as the doctor pulled out something entirely different, a heavy, industrial-looking device that made Kota's eyes widen in stunned silence. It was a horse masturbation machine, the kind used on farms to milk stallions for breeding programs.
The exterior was a sturdy metal frame with padded supports, the main component a large, realistic-looking artificial vagina sleeve made of thick, durable silicone, textured on the inside with deep ridges and soft, fleshy nodules designed to simulate the tight, rippling heat of a mare. A long tube connected to a collection bottle at the base, and there were adjustable straps and a small control panel with settings for suction, vibration, and rhythmic pulsing. The whole thing looked clinical yet obscene, the sleeve itself massive, easily wide enough to handle the biggest equine endowments , with a soft, flared entrance that glistened under the lights from a fresh application of medical-grade lube.
Kota had never seen anything like it. His mouth went dry, the sheer size and purpose of the machine hitting him like a freight train. This wasn't a toy for casual use; it was built for animals, for extracting load after load from creatures far larger than any human.
The doctor set it down on a low table in the back room with a soft thud, the metal frame stable and unyielding, and gestured toward it with a professional nod.
"This should handle your output. Go ahead. Take as long as you need. The collection bottle will handle the volume — just let the machine do the work. Five to ten releases should stabilize you for now."
Kota hesitated for only a second, the ache in his balls already spiking again like a warning, the pressure building so fast it made his vision blur at the edges.
He stepped into the back room, the door clicking shut behind him, and stripped his pants down once more. The machine waited there on the table, the large sleeve angled perfectly, the soft entrance already slick and inviting.
He lined himself up, the fat head of his cock pressing against the flared opening, and pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and intense, the sleeve gripping him like a living thing, the inner textures rippling and massaging every inch as he sank deeper. It was tighter than anything he had felt before, the durable silicone designed to handle far greater girth, yet still yielding just enough to create that perfect, milking pressure.
He started thrusting, slow at first, the machine's internal mechanisms humming to life with a low, rhythmic pulse that matched his movements, suction pulling him in deeper while the nodules dragged along his shaft.
The first orgasm hit fast, thick ropes flooding the collection bottle with a audible splatter, the machine continuing to work him without pause.
He came again, and again, each release stronger than the last, his hips snapping forward harder as the pressure in his balls refused to ease completely. The room filled with the wet, mechanical sounds of the sleeve working him over, schlick-schlick-schlick mixed with the low hum of the motor and Kota's own ragged breathing.
By the fifth load he was sweating, hands gripping the edges of the table, the new size of his cock making the sleeve bulge visibly with every deep thrust.
The sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth followed in a relentless chain, each one leaving him trembling, the collection bottle filling higher and higher until it was nearly overflowing with his unnaturally thick, voluminous output. The machine never slowed, the textures inside massaging and milking him through every pulse, the suction keeping him hard and ready no matter how many times he spilled.
When it was finally over, Kota stepped back on shaky legs, the sleeve releasing his spent cock with a long, wet pop, cum still dripping from the flared entrance in heavy strings.
He cleaned himself up at the small sink, pulled his pants back on with trembling fingers, and stepped out of the back room, the used machine left behind on the table like evidence of some bizarre medical experiment.
The doctor was waiting at his desk, but the moment Kota entered, the femboy's expression shifted. His eyes lingered on Kota's body, tracing the broad shoulders, the way the hoodie clung to his chest, the obvious bulge still pressing against the front of his cargo pants even after ten releases. The doctor bit his lower lip slowly, the beauty mark above it catching the light as his gaze darkened with clear, undisguised attraction, cheeks flushing a soft pink under the green bob cut.
Kota noticed immediately, the heat in the doctor's stare making his own skin prickle. He shifted on his feet, the ache in his balls finally dulled to a manageable throb, but the way the femboy was looking at him, hungry, almost reverent, made something stir again low in his gut. "Why uhh… why are you looking at me like that?"