"...Hey.. have you ever wondered if cum has calories?"
Hidden inside the master bedroom of a large suburban household: a silky-smooth voice leaked out of a large woman, as she layed restless in bed and asks her sweet innocent question.
"...shut up Bernie, I'm alseep…"
Right beside her a light, yet masculine voice warned, trying his best to enjoy his sanctuary–The Bed.
She turns to face him, her massive, generous figure, shaking the bed as she shifts.
She stares into his closed eyes and says, "It's an honest question! Do you think a beast-kin could survive entirely off of sperm? Think of all the weight you could lose… both you and your partner would have a healthy diet.. and exercise routine~
Though the man remained unresponsive, he laid prone, determined to return to dream land.
"Harvey!!!!" She pleaded "..I'm talking to you.." as her cheeks swell, into a cute pout to rattle her husband.
He remains silent, when suddenly..
"Yes.. Bernie.. cum has calories, however the average cum-shot is 3 milliliters of semen.. which contains about 1 calorie.."
He finishes, seemingly both satisfied and ashamed of himself..
"...You didn't answer my other question though~" She says playfully.
"Ugh!" The bed creaks as he turns onto his back and sits up, "Listen! The average person needs about 2,000 calories a day, that means you would need 6,000 Milliliters, or 6 liters of cum everyday! The average beast-kin probably takes roughly 5.5 minutes to cum, and 20 minutes to recover.
He stands on the bed! Waving his hands around to enforce his point.
"That's about 2000 Nuts a day! Or 730,000 nuts per year! It would be impossible for a single guy to produce that much! So you would need 100 guys working 8 hours a day to make 6 liters of cum EVERY SINGLE DAY!!"
He wails the last part, suddenly out of breath…
Bernie nods along respectfully giving Harvey her full attention, and says, "So, what I'm hearing is.. There is a chance.."
Harvey collapses on the bed, His Ears droop lazily along the pillows, clearly accepting defeat, "Whatever.."
She casually moves over to straddle him, smirking with a determined glint in her eye, "Not so fast Mister! If We're gonna make a Healthy Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner! We're gonna need to work for those 10 liters!
Harvey stares up at her, unsure whether to be annoyed, or excited, so he chooses neither and picks indifference.
"I Said 6 liters.."
She giggles, "heh… What can I say? I'm an Over-Achiever!" she hums clearly proud of her commitment to her… experiment..