Father Enhancement Center No.EX Kawada VS Kawada

''Instruction!　It's guidance!　Ooooh, you're going to be a great father with my big dick!''

I slammed my hips down hard and poured a lot of seed juice from my balls into his asshole. The unnamed father, half buried in the wall, poured my stinky, thick seed juice into him, and he fell back on his back, screaming like an animal.

''Hmmm~ Totally busy today.''

After the paternal aid, which I forgot how many times today, I resumed my patrol in the center.

I've been walking all day, and the strong scent of a man rises from my feet with every step I take. At the same time, my freshly ejaculated, sweaty body cools with the heroic, fatherly strides. It feels good to be bareheaded, wearing only socks and a cap, as my body immediately feels refreshed.

The police officers outside the center should all be dressed like me. Then the world would be more at peace with the charm of this fatherhood.

I was fantasizing about such a noble thing, but my eyes were seriously watching the center.

The bearded fathers, the bald-headed fathers, the pale macho fathers, the fathers housed in the center, all of them are being held except me. They all have no freedom. But that's not a crime. They've all been poured the parts of themselves that they lack as fathers, and they've been managed to become more respectable, rugged, and wonderful fathers.

But I'm the only one who is special.

After entering the center, I was able to move around the center freely, unlike most fathers. My job now is not to be a policeman, but a foot odor policeman who parades around the center, leaving thick footprints and agitating the air in this center full of fathers to grow more smelly and thick and manly.

It's a hell of an honor. It's probably because I'm such a good father.

So I voluntarily began to "guide" the fathers whose foot odor was not yet up to my standards. I would catch the fathers who didn't have enough of a male stench and rub the smell of their feet firmly in my big, fat, proud cock.

This would surely be good for the center. It will make me a better father.

''More, I'm going to fuck you more...''

I kept walking today, looking for my father. If I'm not careful, the smell of my own feet attracts me and I end up walking in circles in the same place. ...I don't know how many times I've walked through this place today.

A few hours later, fighting the desire inside me, I managed to reach a strange place.

The basement of the center still had few fathers in it, and there was only one father housed in that room.

In the center of the dimly lit room, illuminated by what looked like a white spotlight, was a large, bearded man. The bearded man, pinned in the air by the center's technology, was looking forward in a daze, his incredibly large manhood twitching.

''Ahhhh........cock, my.......big.......big......hehe...........''

The thick black beard that surrounds his face, the dignified thick eyebrows, the thick body hair, and an overwhelmingly bigger penis than mine.

The fact that he's housed alone like this means that he might be a special father like me.

He's huge. It's a big dick, bigger than my height, the big-bodied foot  odor police. His juice is dripping from his mouth, and it's spreading a thick male smell all over the big room.

It smelled nostalgic. It's a smell close to my own, as if I had smelled it often since I was a child.

But those memories don't matter now.

My role now is to help my immature father grow up to be a fine, robust father like me, spraying the smell of feet, armpits and cock all over the place.

"Yours is definitely a huge, huge mamma, but I smell better than you!"

I screamed and yelled as I lifted one foot. I rubbed the soles of my socks against my cock, and a tremendous smell came up to my nose.

This, this, this, this smell.

I'm a better father because of this guy.

I'm not going to let this big, bearded man with a big dick like him get the best of me. I'm not as big as this dick, but it's not the only thing that makes a father worthwhile. If you're satisfied with this level of smell, you'll find it difficult to have a child.

I'm going to teach him to be more careful.

I thrust out my cock, which I rubbed with a generous amount of stink, and thrust it out. The foot odor gene, lodged in my socks and my semen, which had been paraded around the center and taken in through the nasal passages and mucous membranes, would affect the cells of the father, and the smell of the socks would take hold and make them smell like me, even if they didn't work.

That's what fathers are supposed to do.

"Hmm, hmmm...?　Chi........cock......cock.....cock, cock come.......hehe."

The bearded man laughed with a happy, vulgar look on his face as I brought my cock closer. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, this is so disgusting, he should have been a better father.

"Well, I'll instruct you.......hehehe."

Normally I'd be thrusting my cock at his mouth and asshole, but against a cock of this size there's only one hole to head for.

The bearded man's huge cock was flicking its bell mouth as if it were inviting me to join it. You're flattering me, do you want my father's cock that badly?

Without a moment's hesitation or hesitation, I rammed my cock into this dirty hole.

"Oooh, di, dick, I'm going to cum!"

There's a light in the man's eyes, good eyes, the side of him that's going to be a good father. Oh, the guiding power inside me is awakening. I'm going to ram it, I'm going to ram it, I'm going to ram it, I'm going to ram my father's juice into it!

My hand naturally went to my forehead and I found myself deciding to salute. 'This is it, this is the proper form of supplementary guidance.

"Guidance!　It's guidance!　Guidance!　Guidance!　Guidance!"

I shook my hips and let out a yell.

As a father, as a man, I'll inherit everything, I'll connect with you, I'll make you feel safe, I'll be your father. I'll turn you into a fine, stinking, manly, gentle, dependable father.

"Guidance!　Dick!　Guidance!　Dick!　Dick!　Guidance!　Dick!　Dick dick dick dick!!!!!!"

My whole body is milky and that smell rises up my nose, the smell of my feet, the smell of hard work, the smell of shaking my hips.

Oh my God, I'm making it right, I'm making this guy me, I'm making him me, I'm going to make this guy the perfect father like me!

"Smell it!　That's it!　This is the father!　How about that!　

"Oooh, that stinks!"

As soon as the man sniffed the socks I was stuffing into my police cap, I sniffed my own smell. Even if I smelled it myself, I was still lightheaded, my vision was filled with white, the smell of my father's stench that would blow me away. Oh God, Tamara, oh God, I can't get my head around this, it's too much. That's what happens when you become me.

"Whoa, whoa, ooooooh ! cuuuuuuuming !. " 

The ejaculation was simultaneous, and surprisingly, it was exactly the same, right down to the sound of his come and the volume of his voice.

The only difference was the amount of ejaculation.

The bearded man who had been turned into a big penis in front of me spewed out a tremendous amount of semen with the enlarged, stubby, oversized meat pole. A large amount of sperma juice splashed and popped.

It's an awful lot, and more importantly, it smells great. It smelled like my cock's father's juices were mixed in with it. Yeah, that's good. My foot odor gene is now in such high quantities and it's coming back to me. It's amazing. He's becoming more and more of a perfect father.

Yeah, and now he sounds just like me.

I hope my day went exceptionally well, though.

Similar face, similar voice, similar build, similar build, similar, similar.

Well, it doesn't matter anymore. It's not about the face, the voice, the height. If it's this fatherly smell and feel of this fatherly smell and feel, it doesn't matter how trivial it is.......anymore.

"Oooh, stink, I stink, I stink, I stink."

We ... no, me and I rubbed our cocks together as we got sticky and hugged each other.

"I can't stop....ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

I don't even know if I'm getting it out the earliest or if it's refluxing.

In and out, in and out, our bodies filled with nothing but the feeling of our cocks.

We are now going to be one, this is what we are going to do.

Great Father, great cock. Yeah, I'm starting to understand something.

We are one and the same. We are one in this huge thing called a dick, and we are one.

It doesn't matter who we are or who we are not or who we are or who we are as brothers and sisters. It's about being a father with a dangling dick, that's all that matters.

We're almost there. Any day now.

That time will cum soon.

I came again, me and I, letting the joy of it come in a gut-wrenching glee.

◆Father Enhancement Center Facilities

Underground/edible seminal plasma plant.

This plant that produces seminal plasma, which accounts for the majority of the nectar milk that is given to the fathers in the center.

Nectar milk has a variety of benefits, including providing the necessary nutrients for the day, promoting a strong body, increasing libido, and decreasing the ability to think.