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Vincent sat on Alastor's lap, Alastor gripping his ample rolls, panting heavily into his speakers as Vincent ground his fat ass into Alastor's crotch. "God, you're getting so fucking fat," Alastor moaned into his speaker, squeezing the bottom of his stomach, lifting it up, and shaking it. Vincent flushed cyan, his cow tail whipping back and forth. "You know I can't resist your cooking," Vincent said. Alastor chuckled warmly, licking his neck before biting it, causing Vincent to moan. "You're right, you can't resist my cooking, you greedy cow. Always taking more," he ran his fingers down his sides, grabbing his gut. "Always growing," he gave his soft gut another squeeze, "Always unable to resist your gluttonous desires." He yanked his antenna back and bit into his neck deeply. "Just like I'm unable to resist," He grabbed his breasts, squeezing them tightly, "You," Alastor whispered into his speakers, chuckling as electricity crackled between Vincent's antenna. He bit his neck again, drawing blood this time, drinking deeply hands still fondling Vincent's large breasts, chuckling as milk gushed from his nipples. "F-Fuck Alastor," Vincent whined, squirming on his lap. Alastor slowly pulled Vincent's pants down, squeezing his thick thighs, his fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers as he slowly pulled them down. "You're getting so fat I can no longer fit my arms around you." Alastor panted heavily into Vincent's cow ears as he squeezed his stomach again. "So soft, so addicting," he whispered, pulling his boxers off as he searched for Vincent's cock. "You seem to be enjoying how much of a fat ass I am," Vincent smirked, continuing to grind his now bare ass into Alastor's lap.
Alastor let out a soft moan, holding onto the bottom of Vincent's stomach, loving the feeling of it wobbling in his grasp as Vincent ground into him. "Why wouldn't I be enjoying the fruits of my labor?" Alastor asked, smirking and gripping the outside of Vincent's fupa, his other hand diving inside and gripping his cock tightly. "Every single pound on your fat fucking body is because of me." He whispered into his cow ears. "I am just as greedy as you are, mon cheri. You think you're too fat for me?" Alastor laughed sinisterly. "Oh my dear Vincent, I'll make you so fucking fat you won't be able to reach your own cock." Vincent's screen turned fully cyan at Alastor's declaration. "So fucking fat that you'll need me to jerk you off because no one else will. You'll be begging for release. At my mercy." He whispered heatedly into his cow ears as he pulled his own pants down, his erect cock resting between Vincent's ample ass cheeks. "After all, you already get too tired to finish. You make me do all the work already." He teased as he stuck his fingers into Vincent's ass. Vincent shuddered on top of him, mooing loudly, tail whipping behind him frantically. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? My fat fucking cow," Alastor said, giving his fat gut another shake. "You act like you don't love it" Vincent moaned, looking over his shoulder at Alastor, smirking as he caught sight of his crimson blush and content gaze.
He fondled his own aching breasts, moaning as more milk gushed out. "God, they're so full today," Vincent moaned as Alastor pulled his fingers out slowly. "Mmm, yes, they are," Alastor smirked as he teasingly pressed his erect cock against his entrance. He gripped Vincent's chest, squeezing roughly as he eased himself inside. He rocked his hips into Vincent in an agonizingly slow pace as he milked him. Vincent rocked his hips back into Alastor, fighting against the agonizingly slow pace he had set. "My my, so eager today Vincent," Alastor grunted, enjoying every bit of Vincent's onslaught. Loving the feeling of his plush body colliding with his pressing him into the soft couch. The force making him groan. He smirked, rolling Vincent's nipples around in his fingertips, slick with his milk. He felt Vincent shiver on top of him as he let out another moo. "That's right, my sweet cow, keep mooing," he chuckled as Vincent's pace slowed down. Alastor smirked, hearing the fans in his screen kick on as Vincent overexerted himself in a desperate attempt to get off. Shivering and whimpering on top of his lap. "A-Alastor, please, I-I I can't," Vincent whined, slowing down, sweat rolling down his soft body.
"You can't what Vincent?" Alastor said, yanking on his antenna again, leaning his head against Vincent's overheating screen. "I," another quiet moan escaped from his lips as Alastor kissed his neck, licking sweat and blood from it, his other hand caressing the side of his screen as he slowly thrusted into him. "I can't get off, I-I'm" he gulped thickly as Alastor grabbed his tits again, thrusting roughly into him. "F-Fuck, I'm too tired to continue," he panted. "Oh, is that all? Too out of shape to continue riding me? How pathetic, Vincent." Alastor teased as he picked up his pace, gripping his wet tits tightly as he leaned into his neck, nuzzling against his screen. "Poor Vincent, too fat to get off. Tell me, Vincent," Alastor said, tracing a claw down the side of his screen. "Does your fat stomach bouncing on your buried cock do nothing for you? Surely all this," he said, grabbing his ample stomach and dropping it, watching as it bounced, "Is doing something for you?" He smirked, tormenting his beloved picture box. "If that isn't doing anything for you," he tutted, "then my cock can't possibly help you either," he smirked, kissing the side of his screen as he thrusted up into him.
His screen glitched as Alastor picked up the pace, static crackling across it as he moaned, letting out another quiet moo. "P-please faster," Vincent begged, drool pooling in the corner of his screen. "Mmm, you really are at my mercy, aren't you, Vincent?" Alastor said, fingers sinking into his rolls. "All this weight pinning you down. You're so helpless in my grasp." He moaned dangerously close to finishing. He could feel the familiar heat pooling in his stomach. "Fully dependent on me to cum." He moaned into his cow ears, gripping Vincent's fupa covered cock. Smirking as he rubbed his thumb against his tip, feeling the slick bead of precum. "So desperate, so greedy. You're lucky I'm just as greedy as you are." Alastor growled in his ear as he came inside him. Vincent didn't last much longer. Colored bars danced across his screen as his cow tail whipped around wildly as he came into Alastor's hand. Alastor smirked, content to have Vincent in his grasp, his soft body at his fingertips. He wrapped his arms as far as he could around him, resting his head against his fat back rolls. To Alastor, there was nothing more blissful than basking in the afterglow with his beloved cow.