In the Emboar enclosure, He Ming shoos them off as he sets Ilima up on the breeding post. It's smooth wood on the top, sanded so as to not give any splinters, and built with bars between the legs that Ilima can hold onto during the process. He Ming ties the leash loosely to the post to keep it out of the way before moving behind him. With rubber gloves on He Ming checks his asshole, making sure there's no evidence of tearing or injury before he lets the Emboars breed him.

"Be good," he says after a minute, slapping his thigh lightly. He's becoming rather thick around the thighs and ass from a combination of the nutritious but bulky food and low-activity lifestyle. With an amused sort of smile He Ming pinches his cheek. "Little piggy."

He goes to stand outside the pen while the first Emboar lumbers forward. It's impossible to put a camera inside the pen without having it knocked over, so he settles for mounting one on a tripod outside. The first Emboar is the largest of the herd, thickly muscled and growling as he puts his huge hands on Ilima's hips. His long cock begins to extend from his body, twisting at the tip as he nudges it against Ilima's entrance.