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They normally took a while to get finished, so neither of them really gave it much thought when they climaxed for the third time that hour and felt no need to even so much as slow down. For Clara and Brad, it was par for the course, so much so that even their poor neighbours, who had by then learned to put on some noise-cancelling headgear whenever the Arcanine couple locked their bedroom door, knew better than to expect it to be over within such a short time period.
And again, neither of the two Arcanines batted an eye with the digits rolled over to two and they weren't at all the slightest bit tired; it was just normal for them to get into a groove like that one, and indeed the floor of their bedroom had drains installed in them for a very good reason. In between Brad's almost supernatural levels of cum production and how milky Clara became, if they hadn't splurged out on a proper system of pipes and pumps to ensure their home remained unflooded, then they wouldn't have lasted a month, much less the three years they had been spending making one another's life the best it could possibly be.
Really, it was the only way they could afford getting away with how loud they were; the couple was more than aware that, were they anything less than the best neighbours they could be, they would've been run out of the apartment block in no time flat. Alas, the two of them were so sickeningly sweet together that no one had the heart to lift a finger or to tell them off; all it took was for the two Arcanines to set up shop in the middle of the corridor leading to the front door, and things would fall into place like magic: Clara would call Brad her "best boy", Brad would employ a variety of synonyms for "muffin", and the sheer sappiness of it reached a critical point beyond which it was highly likely they might shatter the fabric of spacetime with how unnecessarily cutesy they were being.
Yet, at the same time, it just came so naturally to them that what would've been borderline intolerable in anyone else became not just acceptable, but downright desirable for them; the rest of the apartment block's inhabitants were quick to learn this, having completely lost the ability to so much as want to complain. How could they possibly interfere in the life of a couple that was seemingly designed to work perfectly together? What right did they have to step up to them and say they were doing things wrong, when more often than not it was almost impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began… and quite literally, at times.
The amount of fluff they shared between them bordered on the absurd, with Clara in particular having a tail so thick and luscious that she was more than capable of blocking entire hallways if she wasn't careful; while Brad was more hunk that floof, he was still hirsute enough that anyone bumping into him would find themselves immersed in a whole new world of experiences, one where the only sensation allowed was bliss, the only activity permitted was snuggling, and the poor guy responsible for it wasn't even aware that someone was onboard.
It was the (un)fortunate reality of being as big as the two of them were; while hypers the world over might be blessed beyond the regular folk, Clara and Brad were… something else. Doctors had tried and failed to categorise them, and despite the best efforts of some of the more expensive research teams available to the public, no one could quite pin down what had allowed the two Arcanines to become as massive as they had, seemingly independently of one another. While their time together had absolutely helped to make them even bigger than they were before they met, this "before" was no slouch either: Brad might be close to twenty feet tall by that fateful morning, but he was already nearing fifteen when he met Clara, whose current twenty-three were the endpoint of a process that had begun when she barely hit past twelve, clearly the victor of the two.
And not just in height either; while Brad was certainly packing below the waist, enough that he didn't exactly have much room left between the legs, Clara was on an entirely different level. The giantess Arcanine was well-endowed in the same way that the Sun was bigger than the Earth; other people, even other hypers, might be busty and curvaceous, but the way Clara wore her particular brand of assets was something unlike anything seen by mortalkind in just about the entire recorded history of there being hypers to begin with.
Most of the space in front of her, ranging from her collarbone down to the floor, was completely taken up by a bust that was at once alarmingly intrusive and yet irresistibly inviting, calling to any who looked upon it to throw themselves onto or into it, to spend hours making good use of the warmest, softest bed imaginable. It was full as well; while the Arcanine never felt the need to drain herself, she never stopped making delicious, creamy milk, with most of it going… somewhere, she never quite figured out where that was.
All she knew was that she was always producing, but this somehow never translated into her leaking unless she wanted to, which was mostly reserved for when herself and Brad wanted to do something a bit friskier in the bedroom where no one could see them. The end result was a pair of breasts larger than quite literally any other on the planet, adding to an overall body plan that could humbly be described as being excessive; it was hard to call it anything else, on account of how much space it took and how destructive it was to its surroundings… or, at least, how destructive it would be, were Clara not to exercise extra care when sashaying her double-door-wide hips around or sitting her bus-sized rump somewhere.
In sharp contrast, all Brad had to worry about was the bulge he carried out in front, significantly easier to control and keep track of; almost as if to compensate, most of his effort had to go towards pulling his punches in anything he did, owing to his supernaturally well-developed bulk: if he wasn't careful, he could easily rip doors off hinges along with most of the wall the frame was built into when trying to open them, and even when exercising only the minimal amount of strength, he still made them creak dangerously loudly; the couple had already gone through at least seven different front doors, to say nothing of how they eventually had to give up repairing the internal ones and settled for a completely open design.
Apart, of course, from their bedroom. It wasn't as if they needed to close it; no one else lived in the house, and it certainly didn't do anything to muffle all the noise. It was, however, symbolic: their love life was theirs and no one else's, so for them to shut the door behind them before they did anything more involved than holding hands or snuggling was a sign that what they were about to do was something for them, and absolutely no one else. It served to spice things up in a way that only truly made sense to the both of them, and even then it was little more than a kickstarter, a small spark to light the raging inferno that would become their lovemaking.
Because, ultimately, two people like Brad and Clara couldn't just do things the way other people did; they were too big, too energetic, and above all, they loved one another too much to be anything less than stellar in making one another experience true blissful heaven on a bed. This, unfortunately for the neighbours and the building in general, translated into the two of them developing something of a predilection for experimentation, mostly when it came to "endurance training" and edging one another for hours and hours on end… or, more often than not, just going full tilt and seeing how long they could last before their bodies shut down entirely.
That last one had a tendency to be what they turned out to do most of the time; after a while, nothing could quite compare to the simple, raw experience of just turning themselves on and letting the organic machinery do all the work for them while their conscious minds surfed the pleasure waves. Even when their muscle memory took over and they could barely even begin to control themselves, it was still the best experience they could've hoped for; to be there, with one another, for one another, until the universe outside of them ceased being, was all they could want and hope for, end of story… that, and it also made them grow, which was always a welcome addition.
Most of the time, however, there was a limit; the two of them might be colossal and hyper-durable, but even they inevitably ran into a brick wall when it came to their stamina: no matter how long it took, they did find an end to it. Yes, it took more climaxes than most people would experience in an entire year spread across a single night, and yes, it would likely lead to the destruction of their bed (again), but they did find a point beyond which they couldn't keep going.
Which made it strange when, that night, they just didn't. It was easy to ignore at first, as were most things when the two Arcanines got going and forgot that existence existed beyond one another's gaze, but when the number of orgasms climbed to the high two digits and they couldn't seem to find an end to their energy reserves, both Clara and Brad began wondering if something wasn't dreadfully wrong with them. Then again, maybe "wrong" was not the right word to use, but definitely unusual at the very least; when they broke one hundred and seemed more rearing to go than before, that was when Brad, in all of his aroused wisdom, decided that it was time to "finish it", and started pounding away even harder than before.
This accomplished very little beyond making the counter climb faster, and with each climax adding more size onto the two, even if just temporary, their bedroom was very rapidly filled up to the point where neither of them could truly move. Brad could keep bucking his hips and Clara could absolutely open her mouth and bathe the two in a shower of fire, but beyond that, the walls became constricting, a prison for them that neither Arcanine could bear to live with anymore.
Never before had they grown so much that they literally brought the house down, but at that point, they had two options: stop and prevent the budding disaster from progressing any further, or keep going and see where it went. The former option, to put it frankly, wasn't one: it existed because it had to exist, but at no point did it stand even the remotest chance of being selected. Brad refused to let Clara end the night unsatisfied, and Clara was determined to make her precious pup experience the fullest and most delightful pleasures that her body could provide; together, this created a volatile cocktail that could only lead to their bedroom walls collapsing outwards, the ceiling caving in on their heads, and the whole building suddenly noticing that something was definitely off about that time.
Few responded in time, and even those that did barely made it out of their front doors before the entire apartment block was wracked by another set of rumbling quakes, this time as a result of the two Arcanines finally having some room to exercise their love in; it didn't become obvious until they were freed from their bedroom, but they absolutely needed all that space to properly express what they felt for one another, nevermind how this should've been obvious from the start.
They had their bedroom and living room together now, and judging from how quickly they were expanding, the couple was about to add the kitchen and foyer to the mix, as well as the apartment above theirs! Not that the owners minded, of course; they might've been somewhat surprised at how their floors gave way without any warning, but they did end up falling into so much fluff that it hardly mattered. If they had met nothing but cold ground, then sure, maybe they would get slightly upset that Clara and Brad had lost control and wrecked through a large portion of a building where other people lived, but after getting a handful of fur and a faceful of direct contact with the Arcanines?
Why, it was a wonder they could even think at all; within moments all of their conscious processes would be throwing their hands in the air and figuring it was best to stop worrying and enjoy what they'd been given, to give up thinking about silly things like "rent" or "food" and just focus entirely on how good it was to be on… who was it?
It was hard to tell exactly who they were on, what with the conglomeration of fur and fuzz being such that, quite honestly, the newest passengers could be being jostled from Clara to Brad and back and they wouldn't even begin to notice. And to them were added plenty others, as neither Arcanine seemed willing to slow down, let alone stop; without any delay between one orgasm and the next, it didn't take them much longer before their bodies became insurmountably massive, impossibly so, bringing the whole building down on their heads before anyone could react to it.
Those who were lucky enough to be out in the hallways when this happened would find themselves somehow scooped by the advancing tidal wave of red and orange fur, while the ones who remained indoors would quite simply fall onto the Arcanines, owing to them living on the ground floor and having nowhere to go but up and out… so, up and out they went. Why bother waiting when they could be throwing themselves into the thick of it instead?
There they were, bigger than their home, soon to be bigger than the building it was in, so why do anything other than… more? There was a whole world out there, one who was desperate for relief from the troubles of everyday, mundane existence, and the two of them, blessed as they were with the power to fix that, should do everything in their power to provide the respite that all others sorely needed. If not, then at least they should give it their best try; it was the least they could do, all things considered.
Granted, most people would try to get around to doing that through more conventional methods, such as solving hunger or stabilising the planet's geopolitical situation, but really, if one just squinted and looked at it sideways, wasn't that what the Arcanine couple was doing in the end? By providing themselves as a body upon which to rest and reside, they were effectively eliminating homelessness wherever they passed; through their fluff, they were the purveyors of the utmost comfort, warmth and happiness, enough to overwhelm even the darkest of pits and elevate the blessed to a state more glorious than they ever thought possible.
And, though neither of two were quite willing to just say it, the fact of the matter was that Clara produced more than enough milk to feed whoever wanted to climb aboard her body, more than enough to provide for those on Brad as well! Hyper-nutritious, bottomless and never-ending, it would serve as the perfect mannah for the little ones living with them, who would no longer want for anything; simultaneously, this would more or less cause any extant conflict to simply… cease.
Who ever would have the time to argue about worldly affairs when they had someone like Brad or Clara there? Who among mortalkind had the patience to worry about how their governance was going when faced with the prospect of a Heaven, right there for them to join? It felt silly to think about anything other than climbing onto the Arcanines and following them wherever they may go, and just like that, this one infectious thought spread across the entirety of the world's population, most of whom weren't even aware of what was happening at all!
It was as if something had changed in the basic coding of the universe, a constant tweaked so that particular nugget of information became something everyone knew, instinctively. It was impossible to explain through their civilization's current understanding of physics, but then again, neither Clara nor Brad particularly cared about what was "possible" or what was an "affront to the fabric of spacetime", a term they didn't quite know the origin of, but somehow kept hearing on repeat inside their heads before pushing it aside.
It wasn't for them to worry about; surely, the universe would know how to adapt, as it had so many times before. Surely, if the two of them just kept going, then things would fix themselves, as indeed they had already; had they not been providing a service for the community, in every single community immediately around theirs already? And all they had to do was do what came naturally: hold one another and let nature take over, then just turn their brains off and enjoy the ride!
No further effort required, just the openness of others to accept the gift they were given and ride the wave until they fell asleep and then woke up several hours later feeling fuller, fresher, and far more restored than they ever had in their lives before. And all that was required of the Arca-couple was momentum: the momentum to keep making love, the momentum for Brad to do what he did best and jackhammer with enough power to make the ground tremble, the momentum for Clara to moan and scream for more as her prodigious bust burst forth with milk, showering everything around the two even as the male Arcanine was swallowed by by cleavage.
The momentum to grow and to keep growing, to experience climax every other second and yet keep going despite their complete lack of energy… one that, after a point, both of them realised wasn't there at all. They should be exhausted; by all means, after everything they'd done, they had no right to want to carry on, much less be capable of doing so. But almost as if the universe had flipped on its head and inverted energy requirements, both Brad and Clara found that the more effort they expended, the more they wanted to spend, and the more energised they felt to do so.
They were both batteries becoming fuller and more charged with use, a blatant violation of just about every physical Law in existence, yet one that neither of the two lovers cared enough to think about, much less consider. It worked, it felt good, and as long as those two constants remained a constant, that was all they really needed; no ifs, ands, or buts involved, just one long rutting session that seemed destined to never end, no matter how much time the two of them spent together or how many times Brad's nuts clenched and painted Clara's insides white.
Well, her insides and everything else around the two as well; even they had their limits, and while his lover was stretchy enough to take most of what he gave her, Brad was still producing enough of his seed that it inevitably spilled out, backblasting into the outside world in copious enough quantities that anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the flood would find themselves washed up and splattered against a hard surface somewhere. That is, until the growing fluff mountains eventually grew big enough to reach them, at which point they'd get a face full of floof followed by the best ride of their life, never to end and always to improve upon itself.
It was a testament to the sort of body that Clara had that her dairy spouts somehow managed to put even this to shame; Brad might try his best, and indeed he was doing just that, but he just couldn't compete with the lactic geysers being jettisoned from both of his mate's breasts, nor with the sheer volume of milk splashing all around the two. Even better was how he couldn't see it either; maybe, if it had taken place just a couple of minutes prior, he would've had a good view of the first milk rains, but being stuck underneath what had to be a mile of cleavage in every direction, there was little he could do beyond hope for the best… and keep on thrusting, trusting in himself that things were going just fine.
It was here, at this point, that the size difference between the two of them grew to become even more exacerbated; Brad had already started off shorter than Clara, and was clearly not as capable of growth as she was, while the female Arcanine had taken the lead and refused to let go of it for as long as she physically could. Not out of a sense of desire, not because she wanted to be bigger, or even the biggest, but entirely because of Brad; she might not be the sort of person to go too wild in her predilections, but she knew how much her other half loved the curves on her, which could only mean the best thing she could do would be to put on even more of them!
To grow, to thicken, to become more was to offer Brad what he most desired, and being a good mate, that was the least she could do for him; thus, it was altogether unsurprising that Clara found it in her to push herself to greater heights whenever she had the opportunity, at times driving herself to the brink of collapse as exhaustion hit and she refused to stop. At times she played into her role perhaps a bit too well, and ended up with a very tuckered-out fire pupper underneath her, eyes rolled up into his skull and body trembling after he failed to contain himself.
But mostly, mostly it was just her becoming bigger: during sex, over time, something in between the two and without, just as long as she became larger, then she was doing her best to make Brad's dreams come true. Thus, it only made sense that she carry on doing so now, even after it became clear that their nirvana had arrived and their personal heaven was there for them to experience; they couldn't possibly climb any higher than they already had, but if that was the case, that meant Clara couldn't give her precious little boy even more of herself, and that just wouldn't do. If the universe told her she'd given all that she could give, her response, fittingly enough, was to demand more to give regardless; if the universe disagreed, or, so it help it, tried to physically stop her, then it better clear out of the way and start running, because no one stood in between the Arcanine giantess and her mate.
Hence why, just a short couple of minutes after the two of them broke free from their home, the difference in size between Brad and Clara was… hard to gauge. Hard because Clara was bigger than the city she used to live in and growing bigger still with each moment, hard because Brad, despite clearly still being visible down below where his shaft kept pounding at his better half, was so unbelievably small compared to the sky-blotting pair of tits he was kept between that no one could truly gauge his size.
Not that there were many people left to do so, once the growth started in earnest and Clara lost control over herself; all she had to do was relinquish her own self-restraint to the aether and suddenly her form barrelled over the landscape, sweeping up everything in its path and pulling it up onto the vast amounts of Arca-floof that adorned her body. Those lucky to be closest to the "front" of this avalanche would thus be given their own spot on top of Clara's body, as even more space was created when she grew bigger still, until nothing remained of the world but herself, her glorious form, there for all to live upon forevermore.
For while Brad held the spot of honour, as indeed only he could, Clara couldn't just keep herself to her little pup; he got the best out of the deal, yes, but she was much too big not to share, and she was certain Brad understood that as well. If they could provide, they should; had that not been the logic behind most of their decisions already? The two of them had gone out of their way to be as helpful as possible to their neighbours whenever the opportunity arose, so if they could scale it up and make everyone their neighbour, then it stood to reason they should be as helpful to them as they were to the ones living in the old, by-then-pulverised apartment block.
And what better way to help, what better way to provide than by being themselves, and growing, and billowing out, and becoming a living, breathing paradise for any and all who wished to live on it? Clara certainly didn't mind, and judging by how Brad was only pounding into her harder with each moment, he absolutely didn't either; thus, the titaness made the call: she was going to grow, and anyone who was close enough to her who wanted to hop aboard and forget about everything was perfectly free to do so.
Not that she gave much of a choice to the little ones beneath her, given how she rolled over the landscape, but once she found where her bodily control functions were, Clara tried her best to give them one; she couldn't stop herself from growing (at least, not without telling Brad to quit it, which she most certainly would not do), but she could wiggle and position herself so that, rather than flattening things on her expansive growth spurt, she'd instead merely cover them, arching her back just enough so that her body would replace the sky, those living underneath her now looking up at endless Arca-floof.
The fur strands themselves were long enough that those who truly wanted could simply climb up a tall building, hold up their hands, and at some point something would come down to fetch them; be it pure dumb luck or the Arcanine goddess answering the prayers of her supplicants, no one really knew, but the fact of the matter was that it happened, and that was it at the end of the day. Somewhere above the heads of so many, a new realm was born, one where they would want for nothing, one where they could surrender their worries and live in eternal bliss, one they owed to the giantess in the sky (and her lovely little mate, stuck somewhere between her mountainous mammaries).
It didn't take long before the first great migrations began, and from there, it was only a couple of hours at best until civilization as it was known collectively decided to simply move towards the better place, the Arcanine giantess burgeoning outwards atop their planet. Why even remain on the planet, when they had a much better option right there? They could just move onto the Arcanine, leaving behind all non-essentials and turning her into their new, mobile world, one that would travel across the stars and provide endless Heaven for any who wished to join.
Maybe there'd be life out there, maybe there wouldn't, but the point was that it was open to any that might exist; the point was that Clara, the merciful goddess, the titaness, the giantess, existed to make sure everything and everyone around her was and felt the best they could, and if that meant providing for a never-ending paradise, if that meant turning herself into a divine platform upon which civilization could ascend to a higher plane, then it was just the next logical step in a process that had begun when she first met Brad.
Brad, her lovely little pup, her precious Arca-hunk, still dutifully bucking his hips, still spending so much energy that he became a living violation of thermodynamics. She could barely even feel him within her bust, but could definitely still feel him where it mattered; it was as if he never grew any smaller, no matter how much bigger she became compared to him, enough so that she began wondering if his cock wasn't swelling disproportionately to the rest of him.
She couldn't tell, obviously; she might be a goddess, but she did have a whole wall of boob in front of her that had, by that point, grown to outsize the planet, making it slightly harder than normal to see anything other than… well, herself. But she was sure he was having his fun, and more than certain he wouldn't be stopping any time soon. And, to be fair, neither would she; Clara still had plenty more to give, and wasn't about to run out now that she could snap her fingers and simply reset her energy reserves. And if that wasn't enough, then she had a whole star right there for her to take, and if that proved insufficient, then she could move onto the rest of the universe.
The two of them were not, after all, done. Hell, they hadn't even begun properly
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They still had so much more to give to one another.
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"I still can't believe you took me up on my offer. Thank you so much!"
He couldn't quite believe it either. Wouldn't be the first time he did something stupid for the sake of trying his luck, but never before in his life had he gone ahead and accepted a request in such blatant as manner as this one; when Ember asked him if he knew how to perform a massage, he knew he should say "no", "absolutely not" or anything like that, but somehow his mouth immediately opened to speak the words "my hands are magic", a comment so blatantly overt and lacking in subtlety that he was surprised at the time at how little the dragoness actually reacted to what he had just told her. Not a blush, not a clearing of the throat, not even a raised eyebrow; all she did was clap her hands excitedly and schedule a date between the two of them, leaving Volt to scramble to find appropriate equipment, because he wasn't about to service royalty by slapping them down on his couch and pretending to know what he was doing. Cost him a pretty penny to set up a proper massage table in one of his offices, then remodel the whole thing to make it look like a proper parlour, but he was happy with the results; they weren't convincing in the slightest, and anyone with the smallest bit of familiarity with the business would be able to tell it, but he was happy nonetheless for what amounted to a last-minute slapdash stopgap.
Still, Ember was nice enough not to say anything, though it was obvious she was fully aware of how little preparation actually went into it; the dragoness merely nodded as she looked around the "parlour" before removing her clothes, piling them up neatly on a chair, and lying down on the (genuine) massage table, adjusting herself so that her head would rest on her arms. Volt had not expected her to be so comfortable with her own nudity in front of him, much less so eager to flaunt herself in the way that she did, and even his own breeder instincts were taken aback by how much the dragoness dominated the room with her sheer presence; it was true what they said about draconic royalty at least, because the one thing in the dragon's mind was the need to get on his knees and worship that gorgeous beauty… a though that persisted even after he shook his head to try and get it out, and remained stuck to the back of his thought process beyond the point where he got busy actually massaging her. To be fair, it was hard not to think about it when her body was the way that it was; while Ember was not possessed of the same ridiculously exaggerated curves as Volt was used to playing with, there was something about the ones she did have that made them just as supple, just as delectable and needing of attention. Perhaps it was the smoothness of her scales, which seemed almost unnatural, or maybe even the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a shine as soft as her body was to the touch. She was a living painting, a canvas with just the right colour and texture to ensure that anyone gazing upon it would be told, in no uncertain terms, that this woman was regal, and that due respect was owed to her on that station alone. Volt felt practically intimidated by what he was seeing and touching, so much so that, for the first time in his life, he didn't immediately start making sexual remarks and blatant passes at someone in a perfect position for him to do so; it felt wrong, somehow, for him to take the first step, rather than allowing the royal dragoness to dictate what they would do and when.
As such, he decided to fill the time with some smalltalk. Not really anything interesting, just chatting about his family, her family, the difference in living standards and the legitimacy of a monarchy in this day and age, that sort of thing; he was surprised to learn that Ember's opinions very much matched his own, despite being a monarch herself, and this gave rise to a lengthy diatribe on how she was sick to death of "tradition" and "regal regulations" and whatever else was on the books seemingly just to annoy her and everyone else of the royal line. She would much rather, as she noted with great enthusiasm, have time to do whatever it was she wanted to do, to pursue her dreams and make something of herself, rather than having to worry about bearing the weight of a crown on her head. It wasn't all that it was cut out to be, especially when it came time for her to make tough decisions that would inevitably make everyone hate her for doing something that had to be done; to say nothing of the many, many opportunities she had missed because of her schedule being as filled as it was. Only then did Volt realize how lucky he was to have her in his house, or how much it should truly mean to the both of them; it might've been dropped as if it didn't matter that much, but when Ember said that this had been her first true day off in over six months, both of them knew full well what the significance of it was, and how much of an honour it had been for her to choose to spend this time with Volt rather than doing anything else… especially given that he wasn't, in any way, an actual masseuse.
From there, it didn't take long before the conversation began to take a few detours into the more intimate and, dare he say it, lewd; the dragoness was quite happy to discuss matters of a more sexual persuasion, mostly to complain about how she never had the time for a proper fuck anymore and how every time she felt like heading out and finding a good cock to get impaled on, she could never be certain that it was because her partner du jour genuinely found her attractive or was just trying to curry favor with her in order to cash it in later. To say that this killed the mood would be an understatement, hence why she had taken up Volt's offer: if nothing else, Ember could be certain that if the dragon told her something, then it had to be true, or at least he would genuinely believe it to be so. Which is why she, right after making that conclusion, asked him if he thought she was hot.
There were a lot of ways he could've answered that, and every single one seemed to be completely out of line when dealing with literal royalty; how could he be expected to reply to that question truthfully when speaking to someone who was, technically speaking, his liege? It activated a part of his brain that he very rarely felt, the part that reminded him of what "authority" was, leaving Volt feeling lightheaded and disoriented, unable to think of any proper response that wouldn't sound too lewd or disrespectful. Because of course she was hot; she was literally smoking hot most of the time, given how warm her body was, and to say anything else would be a damnable lie! He could barely look at her without thinking of at least a dozen different ways he would make her squeak and scream for his name in the same breath, a dozen more where he'd breed her so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk properly until all the eggs were laid months later. Just the thought of being able to lay his hands on her in a way that would let him fill her womb with his seed left him feeling so hot and bothered that he had to stop and physically force his cock to stand down, lest it upturn the massage table and make things extremely awkward for the both of them. Worse still, Ember seemed somewhat aware of this, given where her head was tilted towards, but said nothing; rather, her eyes met his, in a way that let him know she expected an answer, expected it quickly, and expected it to be nothing but truthful.
"Y-yes, of course I do."
This was as far as he could go without doing anything else more… direct. His instincts were starting to kick in, his body demanded attention be given to it or else it would hijack his conscious mind and force it to do something about it, but he still managed to hold back, at least for the time being. Ember seemed satisfied with the response, even if she said nothing. Her tail swung lazily from side to side, its tip getting dangerously close to a certain part of Volt's body that he could not afford to receive any stimulation at the time; this carried on for long enough that he realized it was deliberate and very much intended to get a reaction out of him, enough that he was just about ready to respectfully request that she stop when she spoke up again, this time with something far more direct and crass.
"Do you want to fuck me, Volt?"
Yes. Yes he did. He wanted to bend her over and rut her until her legs were left quivering and unable to support her and her nethers were oozing with his cum from how much he filled her. He wanted to leave her gasping for breath and unable to get it, begging for him to go at it again, and again, until walking was no longer a possibility for her. He wanted to tell her, in equally uncertain terms, that he absolutely wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard; unfortunately, the question was so direct and upfront that all he could do was react in as base a manner as his body could afford, and this meant having his shorts rip apart when his cock rose to full mast, followed by it slamming against the underside of the massage table as his nuts spilled from the tattered cloth and swung heavily beneath his legs. Ember, being Ember, immediately picked up on this, and her reaction really sold what was going on inside of her head: she raised a single eyebrow. It was as if the dragoness was admiring a particularly savory dish, or a work of art by an unknown savant in need of discovery and exposure; it was fascination more than anything else, though clearly an aroused one judging from the blush on her cheeks.
"I tire of this charade," she spoke up again, "I didn't come all the way here so we could pretend not to be interested in one another. I've seen the way you behave around other dragonesses of larger size, and frankly, I also want some of that. Surely you wouldn't think of denying me such an opportunity, would you?"
"O-Of course not!" Volt replied almost instantly, "I'm just… s-surprised, is all."
"Surprised? Volt, please, we both know why we're here, let's not pretend otherwise" - the dragoness rose from the table, snapping her fingers and having it projected across the room, where it landed in a mangled heap - "Of all the dragons that I could be spending my very limited time with, I chose to be with you. Surely that would count for something, wouldn't it?"
Her words were a lot less conceited than they might otherwise imply, given the tone they were spoken with. There was a lot of loneliness hidden in them, countless hours wasted doing something that left her miserable afterwards, hours she desperately wanted to recover in any way she could. The dragon, knowing now was the chance to do something about it, chose to start their night in the most tender way he could think of: taking a step forward, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace, and planting a very long kiss that lasted far beyond the point where the cock stuck between them stopped feeling awkward. Sure, it was still spurting pre and throbbing hard enough that they felt it on each heartbeat, but the kiss was what mattered… at least until they both felt small splashes on the bottom of their muzzles, and figured it was time to adjourn to Volt's bedroom.
Of course, this didn't mean they had to do it while separated; nothing was -stopping them from carrying on with the kiss and refusing to let go of one another while stumbling their way onto a bed, especially not when it gave the dragon an opportunity to bring one of his hands to his beautiful dragoness' ample breasts, giving them the sort of squeeze he'd been hoping to enjoy over the course of their massage… a thought that made him realize just how desperate he truly way to savour a body as delectable as hers. Why was it, then, that he didn't feel in control? Why was it that every one of his moves felt as if she had been expecting them, guiding his hands where they had to go, moving herself in ways that would maximize pleasure and enjoyment for the both of them? Perhaps Ember had been planning for this encounter even more than he himself had, or maybe she was just exceedingly good at improvisation; whatever the case may be, it took them about fifteen minutes to even get into the bedroom, five more to drop onto the bed, and even then they both felt like they had barely started at all.
Or rather, he was dropped onto the bed; Ember remained standing, plumping up her breasts and making sure they were nice and bouncy before bending over and dropping them onto his lap. Volt's back arched immediately after, with the dragoness expertly caging his cock inside of her cleavage, using her hands to squeeze her tits together and caress his rod in ways that he hadn't thought possible before. Of course, given that it was too big to be encapsulated by a mere pair of tits, there was enough of it left that Ember could easily open her mouth and take the tip into it, then move her head down and bulge her throat out with the shaft's mass. A boobjob-slash-blowjob, a staple of Volt's sexual escapades, yet somehow so much better than the usual fare; if there was anything he'd learned that night, it was that the only magical pair of hands belonged to Ember, not him, because the way she moved her bust around his nethers was… well, it was hard to put to words, mostly because the sensations were overloading every part of his brain that didn't deal exclusively with pleasure, and he had to make sure that no sounds escaped, lest they turn into undignified squeaks or pitiful, whining begging for her to go harder on him.
Slowly, but surely, his size continued to mount as his arousal grew in equal measure, the soft, leathery groaning of his thickening shaft filling both the room and the inside of Ember's body as she happily choked on that thing and refused to let go. It was actually kind of impressive how easily she took it into her without so much as a gag or a complaint; other women had issues even taking the tip, but that dragoness seemed to be perfectly at ease having something in her throat that was big enough to bulge it out visibly. So at ease that it was Volt who began to lose control of the situation, yielding it to his lover for the first time in goodness knows how many sexual encounters; it had been so long since he met a partner who could take him with such skill that the dragon simply didn't know how to react, ending up flat on his back on the sheets and breathing heavily as his mate carried on squeezing and slurping on his cock. To her credit, she didn't stop or slow down even after it became clear that her ministrations were bringing Volt right to the edge and dangerously close to flying off it, and she didn't even know that his body could keep going after the first climax; as far as Ember was aware, the moment she brought the drake to orgasm, that was it, it would be over… and yet she did so with such enthusiasm and energy that it served as more evidence of how sex-starved she was. Volt wasn't going to complain; the dragoness was about to be surprised either way, so she might as well enjoy herself before it happened.
As was to be expected, his first climax came soon after, with the dragon's claws rending several gashes in the sheets while his back arched upwards and about half a gallon of spunk spurted out from Ember's mouth as she failed to take the whole load. It was still enough to bulge her throat out even further, plus leave her belly somewhat bloated by the time it was done, and finally managed to get her to retch and sputter after her gag reflex was triggered; thick strands of cum hung between her mouth and Volt's tip when she moved back, giving her an opportunity to quite unashamedly lick them up and swallow whatever she could, then slump against a wall patting her swollen stomach. She had perhaps expected that to be the end of things for the time being, that she'd have the time to rest and recuperate before Volt could go again, but on looking up and noticing how the dragon's shaft was still fully erect, still bubbling with cum at the tip and begging to be treated the way it had just been… well, to say her eyes were glazed over at the sight would be an understatement, the dragoness' mind unable to fully process what was happening in front of her. As if on auto-pilot, her body got up and walked her towards her prize once again, hands outstretched and ready to take that cock again, before Ember managed to wrest control of herself from her own baser instincts and shook the trance away. She looked up, towards Volt, and with some difficulty forced herself to put her hands on her hips when she spoke again:
"You could've told me you were like this, I would've taken my time then!" - Ember was clearly trying to denounce him, or sound accusatory, but all she managed was to reveal how aroused she was - "Or… honestly, if you're bottomless, I have a much better job for you. Scoot over, I need room."
The dragoness barely gave Volt five seconds to react before she climbed onto the bed herself, almost pushing the dragon away from her and making an even bigger mess of the sheets. She positioned herself quite conspicuously in relation to him: both hands on the wooden headboard, kneeling on the mattress and with her ass facing Volt, one that she was wiggling and keeping up in the air. In all honesty, she didn't really need to say anything to the effect of "Breed me", but she did anyway; Ember knew for a fact that, as much of a stud as her current mate was, he could always be coaxed into being an even better one by giving him the sort of indecent motivation that only a male like him would love. Indeed, as soon as she issued the command, Volt was filled with both a renewed sense of purpose and enough energy to bring the house down, the bedsprings complaining loudly when he flipped around and immediately sunk his claws onto those plush asscheeks in front of him, angling the tip of his shaft to poke at Ember's already-wet folds. There was no need for lubrication there, much less foreplay; the two dragons wanted to fuck and Volt was more than happy to go along with it, and thus the moment he felt his soaked tip enter into contact with his lover's slit, his muscles reacted in the only way they could: firing his hips forward and thrusting hard enough for him to bottom out inside of Ember almost instantly, leaving a cock-shaped bulge on her belly and drawing a loud, borderline pained moan from the dragoness.
Things progressed as they usually did from then on; not a lot of inventiveness that could be put to practice when one's entire motivation is to fuck like an animal and cum their brains out, nor was there a lot of room for innovation when the dragon's sole purpose was to keep jackhammering into his mate while countless amounts of his seed oozed from her tight hole whenever he wasn't base-deep inside of it. Ember's squeaks and moans were joined by unabashedly wet and lewd thwapping and slapping whenever Volt's balls smacked against her, along with the grunts and groans emanating from the dragon's own throat as he struggled against his more primal and predatorial side. The two were no longer Ember and Volt, friends-turned-lovers enjoying a good day off, but two draconic beasts overtaken by lust and a desire to breed, possessed of nothing more than a base instinct to fill and be filled, until they could no longer even move from how tired and beaten up they were. Volt was certainly happy to provide; within minutes he was discharging inside of Ember again, painting her insides even whiter than before and leaving her womb a stuffed and swollen cum balloon, enough that her belly began to bloat outwards at an accelerated rate. Not having to worry about the dragoness swallowing his load, the drake had only to bottom out and stay bottomed out for every last drop to be kept inside of her; most of it was bound to spurt out afterwards, but who was counting?
This wasn't the end of it though, not by a long shot. Volt gave his partner some time to think that things were over, that she could focus on playing with her hanging tits after bringing her hands away from the one thing keeping her in place; as soon as she was away from the headboard though, that's when the dragon brought his arms around her torso, hugged her tightly… and then pulled back, landing on the mattress sitting down and with his mate now impaled on his cock and sitting on him, gravity ensuring she got the biggest filling possible as the dragon's cock continued to slowly swell and gain even more mass. Now was the time for him to show her what his power truly was, and how much he'd been hiding it for the sake of appearances, by laying back just enough to give him room to move his hips and resume pistoning into her at full strength! There was no way he was going to physically lift her, not after her cumgut was stuffed to the point that it was, but as long as he had a few inches of clearance, he could quite easily slam into her still-somehow-tight slit with as much strength as before, not really needing a whole lot of space to bring his stamina to bear. As for Ember, she didn't really know how to react; one moment she was kneeling on a bed and gasping for breath after the greatest fuck of her life, the next she was being pulled back, held against a warm body and having her legs spread out while her nethers were pounded harder than ever before. Really, all she could think to do was beg for Volt to go even faster and fill her even more, because at that point, asking for anything else was tantamount to blasphemy.
Of course, even the dragon had his limits, for two climaxes had taken quite the toll on his ability to produce and how much spunk he could output. By that point, it was less a third orgasm, a defined moment, and more a continued release that just happened to be thicker and more powerful than normal, one that sapped him of what remained of his strength and left the dragon working off of muscle memory and instinct more than anything else; he didn't even notice when his strength and stamina faltered and he fell onto the bed, collapsing in exhaustion long after Ember herself had completely given up and gone limp. The dragoness' belly was practically a blimp, far bigger than a gravid one and sloshing almost obscenely loudly with the amount of cum it was storing; most of it was going to go away on its own, but perhaps the biggest surprise for the night was that some of it wouldn't. In fact, some of it would make a much bigger "problem" for Ember after her body had time to adapt and process what it had been filled with.
It started off innocently enough, especially after Volt slowly pushed her off of himself. The ensuing gush of spunk nearly splattered against the wall, and the remainder of the filling came soon after, oozing and spurting out of her battered lips and onto the ground, drawing long sighs and muffled moans and clicks from the dragoness' throat. It took the better part of half an hour before she was back at size where she wouldn't have to waddle, and from there it quickly became clear that something was dreadfully "wrong" about the procedure, for even after the last drop was pushed out of her, she was still more swollen than she had been before the two of them got started; in fact, she was actually bigger than after the blowjob literally blew up in her face, and though the dragoness was initially unaware of this, her wandering hands soon picked up on it. She tried to get back up, ending up in an awkward sitting position more than anything else, and stared quizzically at a belly that should be flat, but instead had been rounded out quite nicely, seemingly permanently at that. It was only after she began pressing into it, discovering the shapes that lay within, that Ember thought to look up and stare at Volt, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, probably wondering when her mate was going to tell her about that aspect of his virility.
"What can I say? I was always the strong type," he replied to her silent question, shrugging and attempting to look disinterested and aloof, a 'bad boy' persona that he utterly failed at keeping up, "though, to be honest, I wasn't expecting you to develop eggs so quickly."
"I'm sorry, I have eggs in me?!" Ember shouted, "How many?!"
"Oh, don't worry about the number, it's only ever going to go up" - Volt chuckled as his response made the dragoness sputter and trip over words even harder - "Trust me, in a couple of months, you're going to be dragging around hundreds of them in there. But don't worry honey."
The dragon preempted any further complaints by leaning forward and planting a smooch on the dragoness' lips, allowing their tongues to play off one another and hoping to transfer some of his calm onto her. It didn't work as well as he expected, given the shock of finding out that she had eggs growing inside of her, but at least Ember didn't look like she wanted to kill him with a rusty spoon.
"I'll be here for you, every step of the way."
***
Several months later, Volt was returning from another day at whatever his nondescript job happened to be, once again taking a detour from what used to be his regular route and driving away from his home; it had been all-but abandoned by that point in time, the lights and water kept on purely because he wasn't willing to let go of it just yet. For some time now, Volt had been living with Ember, at her place, because she happened to have a house that could deal with the sort of size problem that the dragon had imparted upon her… plus the fact that she was royalty at the end of the day, and not only had to deal with the affairs of state, but also commanded the loyalty of hundreds of servants that could attend to her every need. Despite everyone's warnings that she should take it easy, that she should "think of the young'uns" and reduce her workload, Ember continued to try and do as much as she could for dragonkind, seemingly possessed of a bottomless wellspring of energy. Perhaps motherhood had infused her with a renewed sense of purpose, or maybe it was having Volt there at her beck and call, to cuddle with and fuck whenever she damn well felt like it. Whatever the case, the dragoness queen had been spending more and more time in her office as of late, seeing as her body was becoming too bloated for her to go anywhere else; as much as she might want to do everything twice over, there was no arguing with a belly full of eggs that nearly scraped the floor whenever she walked from place to place. For her safety, she was instructed to remain stationary unless moving was absolutely necessary, with her staff taking up most of the out-of-office responsibilities, something they'd been demanding to do ever since Ember became queen, and now finally managed to wrench from her firm hand.
That day, however, was special: Volt remembered to buy some sweets for his sweetheart! A whole bag of candy that he was quite certain would be confiscated and thrown into the rubbish bin because they were deemed too unhealthy for the mother-to-be, hence why he was hiding them inside of his coat whenever he saw any of the servants pass by him. He nodded along, said hello to the right people, then nonchalantly walked into Ember's quarters, to the sight of a room-dominating belly filled with so many eggs that he could see a few of them poking against her skin from within.
Just a few more months, and then they'd be a happy family.
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Everyone in the room was staring at her like she was some sort of freak of nature, and everyone eventually kept looking at her with their arousal taking over and leaving them an absolute wreck, just like she liked seeing it. Very few people could resist her charms, and even those stuffy suburbanites at the clinic eventually succumbed to the allure that her body exuded from every pore… though mostly from her chest. It wasn't every day that they got to see someone whose tits were so large that they completely covered her torso, lap, the two chairs immediately next to her and still had enough volume to spill over onto the ground; nor was it every day that, when her name was called out and she got up, said breasts barely seemed to change shape at all, merely rising a couple of inches off the ground when the avian moved towards the doctor's office.
Pavita was there on request from one of her friends, who worked at that very fertility clinic and told her that he had the "business opportunity of the century" waiting for her there, something to do with surrogate motherhood and some cryptozoological discovery of some sort, she wasn't really listening to the technical details; what mattered to her was that she was promised both a hefty sum and the ability to improve her bust size, two things that she was practically always on the prowl for. So much so that, even when she sat down in front of a ten-person team who ran her through every single detail of the procedure she was to subject herself to, Pavita maybe heard about a tenth of it, and only bothered to remember a fraction of that as well; all that mattered were the important key points: she was going to serve as a surrogate mother for some kind of never-before-seen species of aquatic leviathan (whatever that meant), and as a result, not only would her breasts balloon with milk for the brood, but her bank account would be running over as well, owing to the highly experimental and dangerous nature of the pregnancy she was signing up for. Not that Pavita particularly cared about that bit; all she heard in the whole speech were "bigger… breasts" and everything else was just window dressing as far as she was concerned. The bird nodded along and signed every paper she was asked to provide a signature for, saying yes whenever queried and doing her best to reassure everyone that she was perfectly aware of the risks, even when the whole team knew damn well she hadn't listened to a single word they said. With her fate thus sealed, Pavita got back up and left, to return a week later when the samples would be ready and her body would be made into a nursery for… whatever creature it was that they wanted to study the spawn of.
The days went by quickly, with her daily routine helping her to forget most of the time not spent thinking about bigger tits or finally being able to produce milk naturally. It was a wonderful fantasy, especially when she was alone with herself in the bathroom or bedroom and could let loose for a bit inside the soundproofed walls she had installed. Her suitors were lucky none of them were called to satisfy her eternal arousal, or else they'd leave the house with their spines bent out of shape from all the bouncing; instead, her fingers were given quite the workout over the course of her week waiting, enough that, when she presented herself to the fertility clinic again, she had to make sure to keep her hands nice and wrapped tightly in one another to keep them from shaking too much.
The procedure itself didn't last long, and indeed was so simple that she was out of there in just a few hours, most of which were to ensure that the embryos had "taken" and weren't immediately rejected due to the sheer difference between the surrogate mother and the original species. Once the team was certain that the experiment was off to a good start, that's when the scheduling came into play: an endless series of instructions for when she should do something, how, in what way, and the many, many times she was expected to present herself at the clinic again for inspection and analysis, just to be certain that the pregnancy was going according to plan. The team even gave her a calendar with every appointment marked on it, giving Pavita no excuses for missing one; with the next nine months of her life planned out in her stead, all she had to do was make sure she was available at the right day, at the right hour, and everything else was up to her… and given what sort of payment she was receiving on a monthly basis just to carry those young creatures to term, there weren't a lot of reasons for her to be doing anything but lounging about and relaxing; the bird's eyes practically turned into dollar signs from how much money she saw on the contract, one of the few times where she broke free of her lactic funk and actually paid attention to the world around her.
This didn't last long though; by the time she got home, leaving the bus under the usual amount of unashamed stares, her mind had once again been focused entirely on her tits, and all the wondrous ways they'd grow bigger and fuller over the course of the next three trimesters. In fact, they already felt quite tight, though whether or not that was real or just in her head was still up for someone else to decide; what was real was her lust for a bigger bust, as well as the means through which she would achieve such a thing: up in her bedroom, safely hidden in a drawer, were a series of bottles filled with pills that she had "purchased" from a "concerned friend" who happened to "acquire" them off the back of a pharmaceutical plant's experimental research project; they were supposed to be lactation supplements, designed to induce a higher production of milk in mothers-to-be, but ones that hadn't been properly tested yet. Their potency was what Pavita was after, as the information she received from other such concerned sources indicated that they were extremely strong and capable of turning even the most barren of breasts into a veritable fountain just with a single dose; so, of course, she immediately opened up a bottle and downed the entirety of its contents, barely even stopping to breathe along the way and almost gagging from how many pills she was swallowing. Once done, she licked her beak, let loose a long, contented sigh, and almost immediately felt her dress rip apart as her breasts began to churn and gurgle with their kickstarted milkiness.
Both of them fell on the floor with a loud thump, strongly enough that the wooden panels underneath creaked slightly from the weight. She could see them bloat outwards, inch after inch, even as her nipples erupted with a thick gout of milk each; despite being in what appeared to be full flow, Pavita nonetheless continued to grow at an astounding rate, enough that even in her lust-addled state she felt slightly worried at the fact that it wasn't stopping… for about ten seconds, after which she decided to shrug, allow herself to fall forward and then slip into a state of semi-awareness where the only thing she could hear was the sloshing of milk currents and the groaning of an expanding, always-growing bosom. When she came to, it was several hours later, her back was to a wall, and the room had effectively turned into a repository for her tits; one nipple, now bigger than her head, had invaded the bathroom on one side, while the other poked out into the corridor on the other end, both of them gushing with rivers of warm cream that flowed down the sides of her breasts and warmed them quite delightfully. Pavita's eyes were still half-lidded despite her being fully awake, and it took all of her might not to simply empty out every milk supplement she had… once again, for about ten seconds; after all, if she was already stuck in her bedroom, with tits so big that moving was a thing of the past, then why was she worrying about saving for later? She had nine months of this ahead of her, there was no real reason for her to hold back and not simply enjoy herself as much as she could right now!
Luckily for the bird, she'd been close enough to her nightstand before her growth burst that all it took was some wriggling around to find it again, buried underneath literal tons of breastflesh and veritable curtains of sweat and cream; only then did Pavita notice there was some of it on the ceiling as well, and made the conscious decision not to wonder how it even got there. Opening the drawer was extremely difficult, yet another reason for her to just take all the bottles and consume every pill inside of them while she still could, something she did with gusto as extreme as her disregard for her own safety. The house didn't last too long after that; seeing as it had two stories, the floor gave way very quickly after she was done overdosing on lactation aids, though there was barely any pain to be had from how colossal and bloated her tits had become. Instead, Pavita merely landed on two very soft, stuffed beds that broke her fall with minimal hassle, her memory just then being jogged enough to remind the birdbrain of why her breasts were taking so well to the pills: how could she have forgotten about the implants?
They'd cost her an arm and a leg, not to mention needed some illegal maneuvering that she was certain would end up biting her in the ass some time later, but a few months back, she had a set of implants placed inside of her breasts; these weren't designed for size, but for supporting lactation, and as such as remained dormant up until that exact moment. Their inner workings were still a mystery to the avian, who was more than happy to run off what her other concerned friend had assured her was "legit", but they were at least supposed to irritate her milk glands in order to produce more milk when already in the presence of some; in other words, the more milk she produced, the more her ability to produce it would be increased, leading to a vicious cycle that'd be more than capable of immobilizing her even without the several bottles of lactation supplements she had just consumed. Now, however, with so much fuel thrown down her gullet, was it any surprise that her body was reacting in the way that it was? She was gaining feet every other second, filling up at a rate so elevated that it couldn't possibly be safe for her or her body… but she didn't care. She didn't care when her tits pressed against opposite walls inside of her house, she didn't care when she heard the structure and frame of her abode groan underneath the strain, she certainly didn't care when her back was being pressed against the top of the attic when her nipples were rubbing against the ground floor. There was naught but one desire in her mind: to grow bigger, and to become fuller, and for that, all she had to do was… nothing. It was the easiest job on the planet!
It was almost impressive how quickly the bird threw the fertility team's plans out the window, but to her credit, she fully intended to carry those soon-to-be-babies in her to full term; after all, if she had no young inside of her, then her body would eventually catch up to that and realize it should stop making milk, and Pavita just couldn't have that happen. No, those embryos she had implanted earlier that day had to remain safe, and what was safer than being stuck on a pair of growing tits that filled faster and faster the more milk they produced? Her bust was already big enough to have blown clear through her home, reducing most of it to bits of wood, dust and the occasional chunk of concrete, and it had barely been an hour since her first dosage… or so she assumed; it could be later, assuming she was knocked out for longer. Regardless, what mattered was she was growing, and now that the whole world could see that, it would turn into the whole point of her existence! What was the fertility team going to do, stop her? They'd invested too many resources already, so they had to play into her game or risk losing everything they strived for; a masterstroke, as far as she was concerned, even if a particularly callous one.
From there, things were quite simple: she made more milk, her tits got bigger, her implants reacted to force her to produce even faster, and the growth became faster with time, all while she flooded her surroundings with countless gallons of her sweet, delicious and extremely nutritious cream. Her nipples, by that point about the size of a small car each, had turned into broken fire hydrants of milk, jettisoning the contents of her tits at such a high pressure that anyone caught anywhere near them risked being thrown through the air and only landing on a puddle a few dozen yards away… not that anyone would risk it, given that most of her neighbors were too busy running away in a blind panic, and those that weren't were at least wise enough to step aside when they saw the wall of breastflesh approaching. The ground itself was starting to yield beneath the weight of her tits, the road collapsing almost distressingly easy; at the very least, no one would have to worry about any flooding, seeing as Pavita's tits very effectively blocked the flow of water after she broke the main pipelines. They wouldn't have water either, but who would want that when they could bathe in the creamy glow of her milk and have a filling drink at the same time?
Didn't take a long time before the team from the fertility clinic was pulling over at a respectable distance away from her, shouting at Pavita in a desperate attempt to find out just what in blazes she had done to herself. The bird chose not to respond; it was pretty obvious what the answer was, and they wouldn't like it anyway, so why bother? Best if she lay her head down and allow herself to be rocked to sleep by the rhythmic, throbbing pulsating of her bosom, each of her heart's beats sending shockwaves coursing through those colossal milk makers; that was the life for her.
Fortunately for everyone involved, such a volatile mixture of lactation supplements was bound to burn itself out eventually when her body reacted by filtering them out as quickly as possible; of course, this did take most of the rest of the day, by the end of which Pavita had taken up a significant amount of room in and around the wreckage of her former house. Simple geometry had conspired to keep her from doing too much damage, as her size quickly outstripped the productivity boost that the medication had given her; while the implants' effects were still making themselves known, the bird would have to wait until her pregnancy advanced enough before she felt her milkiness truly ramp up… though of course, this didn't preclude her from having her tits turn into milk factories already; she just couldn't keep up the pace of gobbling up yards upon yards of terrain for too long before her body put an end to the fun.
More or less trapped on top of a set of milkers that were only ever going to get larger, Pavita really had no other option beyond enjoying herself and hoping for the best, not even thinking about caring for herself or such simple things as food or water; she was lucky to have a team of volunteers who stuck through the initial growth spurt and immediately went to work climbing the mountains of breastflesh she had attached to her, hoping to grab her attention. Much like back in the office, even with all ten of them practically shouting at her, the turkey just couldn't bring herself to care that much about what had happened to the project; her tits were bigger, wasn't that all that mattered? Perhaps the best part was that the fertility clinic's staff truly believed that they could get through to her, and so continued to try and reason with their test subject for a truly unreasonable amount of time, well past sunset and into the late hours of the night; eventually, however, even the most persistent among them gave up trying, the rest having collapsed from exhaustion after finding a particularly comfortable spot on those colossal tits where they could lie down and sleep until morning. There wasn't anything that any of them could do; in one fell swoop, Pavita had destroyed both the integrity of the experiment and any hope they might've had for proper results…
… or had she? Her pregnancy was still ongoing, it just so happened that her belly was no longer going to be the biggest thing the bird had on her. Assuming she didn't put up any resistance, there was no reason why the team couldn't proceed with their plans; all they had to do was move most of their stuff onto the bird's bust and hope that it could withstand the weight of it all… plus hope that she didn't grow so big as to completely obliterate her surroundings, which, given the rate at which Pavita was filling up, still presented itself as an unfortunate possibility. The busty avian, meanwhile, barely had enough of a mind left inside of her to decide on whether or not she wanted to keep on being analyzed for the sake of the experiment; really, as long as her breasts continued to swell, and bloat, and fill, and churn, then she was happy, and her former collaborators could do whatever they very well wanted. In fact, that's exactly what she told them come morning, or at least tried to seeing as it was difficult to come up with any word that wasn't a synonym for "big"; in between moans and after a lot of prodding, she consented to having the experiment continue on her body, then immediately went back to burying her face in her cleavage (or at least whatever miniscule part of it she could reach) and practically purring in delight as a result. This was her heaven.
The days that followed were ones filled with a frenzy of activity on the part of the research team, who effectively had to migrate their entire laboratory and workspace onto Pavita's breasts if they expected to continue to monitor every change to her body. Perhaps the worst part about it all was that, even after everything was in place, the sum total of their equipment barely occupied any room at all on a single one of the bird's tits, which had by that point bloated to such an immense degree that the team was starting to think the lactation "problem" was much worse than they had first anticipated. They had to wear noise-cancelling headgear just to be able to function normally, and all business had to be conducted using either sign language or literal signs; even getting to Pavita alone had become a chore, as the bird slowly sank into her own cleavage and became increasingly more inaccessible as time went on, the cavernous crevice of breastflesh above her becoming ever more perilous to traverse. Meanwhile, the world around her began to disappear underneath the avalanche of milk-stuffed boob that had become most of her body, with the neighborhood having been evacuated fully not a week after she first came home from the clinic; the closest suburbs were soon to follow, and though her lactation capacity wasn't yet powerful enough to get her there, the local mayor's office had to seriously consider evacuating the entire city, lest its inhabitants be buried as well. News crews from around the country began to congregate around the titty giant, most of whom would give up after finding out the person responsible for it was unavailable for comment, leaving the world with the constantly-repeating images of a pair of tits leaking hundreds of gallons of milk every half-second and growing all over the landscape.
Pavita herself was only marginally aware of what was going on with her body. Being used to carrying around tits of a certain size, suddenly being gifted with those monsters made it hard for her brain to process it properly, leaving her in a near-permanent state of climax that she couldn't quite rouse herself out of. She still ate, she still drank, whenever the team's members braved her cleavage and came to deliver food to her, but getting anything else out of her was all-but impossible; words, thoughts, considerations, none of it mattered when there was more rubbing to do, when she had to spend a couple of hours moaning really loudly so that everyone could know how much this entire experience was driving her wild. Did her attendants not understand that her belly was not the most important part of her? That her pregnancy was nothing if not an auxiliary method to improve her bust size?
Well, her body itself seemed to disagree, if only because nature had to take its course eventually. Whatever creature had provided those eggs had to be massive, because her womb was suitably stretched out to a near-comical degree just barely a month after the bird was first impregnated. At first it was nothing but an uncomfortable tightness, but it soon progressed quickly enough that Pavita was pushed up into the light of the sun once again, free from the embrace of her overbearing milk factories by virtue of now being stuck on top of a growing gravid belly! Before long, she was even being weighed down by it, until the balance of her tits was tilted so badly that the birb found herself sliding off and onto the ground; the poor research team had a couple of days at best to get everything off of her tits when they noticed it happening, and when they were finished, and Pavita's young-filled womb slammed into the surface of the Earth, cracking it for a couple of hundred yards in every direction, that's when they knew it was all over. They had already been forced to use scaffolding and climbing equipment just to get to their workstation and to Pavita, and the simple act of getting down from her took most of a day unless aided by a helicopter or five; her tits had ballooned to a size that was so past unreasonable that it couldn't even be described properly, with a good mile of land having been claimed by her bust… and it only ever got worse.
Now with her pregnancy in full swing and the many broodlings inside of her multiplying at a near-exponential rate, her breasts were receiving the proper signals, the ones telling them that they should start producing milk for the clutch that Pavita was carrying to term. Nevermind the fact that she wasn't even done with the first trimester, the creature whose spawn she had inside of her was colossal enough that by the time she was ready to actually give birth, it'd be hard to tell which would be bigger, her tits or her belly, and her tits were very much aware of this… and being aware of it, clearly they had to work extra hard in order to produce all the milk needed to feed those hungry youngsters, which in turn activated the implants inside of them, which in its turn led to the production of even more milk, and before she knew it, Pavita was smack dab in the middle of the very same vicious cycle she had fantasized about for years.
Days began to blend into one another, as there was no longer any need for her to worry about such trivialities as timekeeping or the laws of physics; the combination of the initial supplement boost with the colossal young multiplying inside of her, as well as the effects all of this had on her body led to such a state of affairs that she didn't have to concern herself with personal upkeep. The bird need not eat, for she needn't require any sustenance; she could drink at any point, just open her beak and angle it upwards, for the splashing of milk was powerful enough to create a near-permanent drizzle around her, keeping her nutrition in balance. Sleep was what she did most… or rather, drifting in and out of a semi-conscious state, sometimes being out of it for days at a time, on occasion only drifting away for a few minutes, leaving her truly unable to tell just how long it had been since anything at all happened. The only constant in her life, beyond the gravid belly beneath her that just kept growing bigger and bigger with each passing day, was the knowledge that her tits continued to bloat and fill with delicious milk, thick cream that grew and stacked upon itself until her tits barrelled through everything in their path. She couldn't quite see their full curvature anymore; they had become to enormous that, from where she was stranded atop her full womb, Pavita could just barely make out the point where they started to curve away from her, the sounds of destruction muffled underneath the avalanche of breastflesh advancing onto the countryside.
Evacuating the city turned out to have been the best decision the mayor's office could've taken, because it didn't last the first trimester. Just as the bird was going into the second week of her third month, the downtown area was being flattened by a small fraction of her left breast, steel turned into thin sheets, glass and concrete rendered into shards and dust, nothing left of the metropolis but the foundations and the slightest hint that there once had been pavement there. With no one to witness it, Pavita could rest easy knowing that her path of destruction wasn't harming anyone, a realization that only filled her with further determination to achieve ever-greater and more exaggerated sizes. There was no reason for her not to do so, after all; everything around her was deserted, bereft of life, and if she wanted her tits to take up several more yards by the end of the day, then she could do just that, and with minimal hassle to boot.
She could do far more than that, actually. Her breasts stopped being measurable in mere yards, instead needing miles to be properly understood, her output straining the ability for gallons to describe it; full rivers of milk erupted from each of her nipples, and yet her udders continued to grow at such an astounding pace that even the ground beneath them began to buckle and crack underneath the pressure, sinking vast swaths of it until entire sections of her tits were cradled in smooth rock, carved out by her own continuous milksplosion. Pavita need only close her eyes for a few minutes in order for her bust to be so much larger than it had been before she took a nap that it made her previous size look miniscule… though mostly this was because those "few minutes" turned out to be a few days instead, and she'd been trapped in a near-unconscious daze from all the stimulation her brain was receiving. In between every neuron in her head firing and her skin being practically on fire from… well, everything really, there wasn't a lot of room for her to do anything else but scream for a while, beg for it to go faster, then collapse from exhaustion before "rebooting" and starting over. She had succumbed to the will of her own libido, and no longer cared for anything other than pure, raw sensation, the feeling of her breasts swelling as they occupied miles upon miles of terrain, as the thousands of gallons of milk turned into millions before rolling over several more zeroes.
Pavita had become a landmark, a something rather than a someone, a place that people visited and watched from afar as it continued to grow and bloat and fill, flooding everything around it as its very bounds failed to contain the insane productivity of the milk factories rolling over the landscape. Hills were flattened, towns were engulfed, and everything in a several mile radius simply ceased to exist, consumed by a bust of such unimaginable proportions that even the bird's womb, filled with young belonging to the biggest creature on the planet, barely registered as a blip compared to those tankers' full size. In a way, it was exactly what she had always wanted, and in many other ways, so much more than that. Her bust was a sea of thick lactic cream, filled to the brim and ready to explode, even while venting so much of it that anyone caught anywhere near would drown. It was a mountain of breastflesh that continued to expand no matter how hard it was emptied, only ever producing more as the implants inside of it were pushed to the edge and beyond. There was something magical about it, something so pure that it almost felt wrong… but simultaneously felt so right; like this was her destiny, her fate, and she had just now discovered it.
Pavita sighed, laying her head down for the last time in her pregnancy. She wouldn't be getting up again until the young inside of her were birthed.
But she would be growing bigger.
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"There is the issue of you blanking out midway through," Mina carried on, "but I think we can work on that as we go along. Which reminds me, what even, how do you lose control like that?" - there was a short moment of silence where, it seemed, Mina realized how poorly constructed that question had been if it was intended innocently, at which point she quickly stammered out a correction - "I-I mean uh, you know what I mean! Like, you're… big. Strong. You could probably bench press a car if you wanted to, so I dunno, it's weird that you can't hold onto yourself? Then again, Lira doesn't either, so maybe it's in the genemodding somehow?"
"Could be," Ashly replied almost instinctively, only lending credence to the idea that she wasn't nearly as in control of herself as she liked to believe she was, "it's like there's someone different inside me, like I'm having to fight back against a fucking animal that keeps trying to get loose. I can only imagine what they did to me on the genetic level, honestly, so maybe it's a case of… I dunno, predatory stuff? It isn't the first time this has happened either, b-"
She stopped. Midway through the last word, Ashly realized she had said too much, though less so because she was relaying classified information and more due to the fact that the whole Richard saga was still a sore spot for her and she didn't want to think about it too much, especially not when it would only sour the mood. Then again, just remembering it was enough to get her to scowl and frown, which Mina immediately picked up on; the vixen was surprisingly good at making her relent without saying a single word as well, with all that was needed being a stern look and a slightly tighter hug. "I'm here, dummy," they were saying, letting the wild dog know that it was ridiculous to hold back when clearly she wanted to share it, "you're safe with me," they further insisted, all without making a single sound.
It only felt fair, now that Ashly gave it a moment's thought: Mina had placed an almost ludicrous amount of trust in her while in the bedroom, so really, why shouldn't she trust them back? It wasn't as if she had anyone else to turn to, and besides, things had progressed so weirdly compared to every other relationship she had ever been in that Ashly had given up trying to make any kind of sense out of it; there were no rules there, only instinct, only what felt right at any given time, and if ever there was to be regret for her actions, it would have to come later… so she spoke.
She spoke, and kept speaking, relaying everything from the moment she first left the program (left unmentioned beyond vague references to an "old job"), all the way to when she first "met" Lira after blacking out and finding herself on the website she offered her services in. Everything, from the lowliest of details to the most excruciatingly difficult emotion to process, Ashly just… blurted it out, baring her soul to Mina as the two of them slowly made their way back to the bedroom, throwing the dirty sheets onto the ground so they could use the (comparatively) cleaner mattress below. Ashly found herself lying down on it, with the vixen using her as an impromptu bed-on-a-bed, listening attentively and nodding along to whatever their much larger lover said; they uttered no words, offered no reply, choosing instead to be a receptacle for a story that had clearly wanted to be told, but had never had anyone to be told to.
In fact, after a certain point, Ashly couldn't stop even if she tried; what she was saying was too important not to relay, like it was a living thing that had to be delivered in full rather than in parts. It had a life of its own, and though it was deeply personal to her, the wild dog still couldn't help but feel like it was still separate somehow, like some odd meta-entity that held so much sway over her that she couldn't help but fully describe it. Or, perhaps, she simply had someone to talk to, and had never learned when to keep her mouth shut after letting herself ramble on; that certainly made more sense than the alternative, even if it left Ashly feeling increasingly self-conscious the more she went on.
Still, she made it far enough that it didn't make sense to just stop, and so she kept going, right up until she opened the door to the bar and found Lira and Mina together at a table, waiting for her, at which point the canid did stop talking, having no clue how to keep going. There were a few moments where Mina was clearly left waiting to see if there was anything else to it, if Ashly was going to give her thoughts on the matter, or anything really, before realizing that the big dog had just run out of words to say; a cough and a throat-clearing later, the vixen took the initiative to restart the conversation.
"I get it, honestly, I do," she admitted, her voice making it clear that it wasn't a fib, her arms wrapping around Ashly redoubling that certainty, "I can't say I know what it's like to have instincts like those, but… you're not the only one who just doesn't know how to process those sorts of feelings, trust me. Before I met Lira, I was completely hopeless; I spent more time stressing out over whether people liked me or not than I did doing anything to give them any reason to like me, so I ended up constantly running into bathrooms to try and keep myself from breaking down whenever I thought I offended someone. Even nowadays, most people at work just… don't really think of me as anything other than a coworker. It's hard, not gonna say otherwise, but I swear to you, it's not your fault. You just didn't know any better; plus, it's not like anyone can fault you for what the genemodding did to your end, we all know the treatments have side-effects."
Ashly wanted to agree verbally, but couldn't. She knew, objectively speaking, that what Mina was saying was correct, in the sense that it was technically on-point, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to actually admit it. There was something so alluring about the realization that it wasn't all just her fault personally, but ingrained behavioral patterns being what they were, it really wasn't as simple as nodding along and saying that yes, everything was fine and her everything had turned around completely; it was hard work, just like Mina said, and it wouldn't be done in just a handful of words, not without a great many months to years of work, if it was ever done at all… but, at the same time, it felt nice to take a first step on the road, even if Ashly hadn't been aware there was a road there to begin with. Nevertheless, words were still beyond her, so she instead "replied" by holding Mina tighter and mumbling something unintelligible, which the vixen mercifully interpreted as a sign that she could keep going.
"Besides, anyone that can dive into this sort of stuff like you did is a good bean in my books. You can't imagine the amount of people Lira's gone through that just don't know when to stop. And yes, she isn't always the dominant," Mina quickly added on seeing Ashly's shocked expression, "she's big and strong, sure, but trust me, she's an absolute teddy bear when she wants to be; hell, I've dommed her a couple of times, and it's the mos-ok, better not talk about it now, but uh, yeah, she's not nearly as scary as she likes to paint herself as. She is that strong though, and I can tell you those people learned that the hard way when she screamed out the safeword and they decided to ignore it. Just our luck that they were too embarrassed about the whole thing to press charges, otherwise she might've done time for aggravated assault already."
"That… sounds a bit harsh."
"You'd think so, but someone like Lira needs a…" - for once, it was Mina blushing - "She needs a lot. It gets intense, let's just say that, but with that, you need to have people you can trust too. So if you're getting super into it and you're like, five hours in and suddenly things cross a line, you need to know you can trust the other person to stop themselves, so when they don't…"
Made sense. Still not something that Ashly could personally understand, having not gone that far herself, but still something that made some sense in regards to the trust exercise. Plus, Lira was huge, so for them to be the submissive… honestly, it was hard to imagine, especially with Mina being the one on top, but at the same time it also served to assuage some of her own doubts; her own occasional thoughts of being the one to be tied up and treated like the powerless one were, up until then, something she struggled to understand, being the much bigger and naturally powerful one in the room. Yet, if Lira, if the person who could give her pause was more than capable of switching herself to a more submissive position and enjoy it at the same time, doubly so with someone like that vixen being the one to take the reins, then maybe it was actually completely normal.
Maybe, as she came to slowly realize, Ashly had been beating herself up over literally nothing, having simply never learned that the urges she felt, just as long as they were explored in a safe, sane and consensual manner, were entirely normal; granted, she was still far physically larger than Mina was, so that would need some workshopping before said urges could be taken care of, but the vixen surely knew what to do in that regard. The hardest part, the actual admitting that what she was feeling was perfectly fine, had already been taken care of, so everything else was little more than meaningless details to be ironed out at a later date.
"Why are you smiling, silly?"
Mina was smiling too when she asked that. Ashly knew the vixen was fully aware of what had gone through her head; she did, after all, lack any form of subtlety whatsoever, making it more than likely that her partner for the day knew exactly what sort of realization she'd just had. Nevertheless, a question was asked, and given how warm and fuzzy Ashly felt at that exact moment, she figured it would only be fair if she gave in to her more mushy side, for once.
"I dunno, I'm just… happy, I guess?" she chose to say, nuzzling into Mina's neck, "It's been a while since I felt like this, so I just don't know how to handle it, really. It's just… things are fine, and I think I'm okay with that? Even if I have no clue how they ended up here."
"Yeah, that's how I felt too," Mina nodded along, choosing not to dig deeper, "did you know, when I first met Lira, I genuinely had no idea what a buttplug was?"
Ashly had to try exceedingly hard not to burst out laughing. She did not succeed.
"I'm serious!" the vixen insisted, barely holding back a giggle fit of her own, "I swear I was the most sheltered idiot I'd ever met, you can imagine what it was like to walk into her bedroom and saw her toy collection just lined up on her shelf. She hadn't even put it there on purpose, she just keeps them there for whenever she's bored, I fucking swear."
"Maybe I should get some of my own," Ashly mused, looking back at the empty space on her wall, "see if I can't spruce up the place."
The comment was intended as a joke, though how widely Mina's eyes opened and how badly they disguised a gasp, it was clear they didn't see it as one. Indeed, the vixen almost immediately launched into a long ramble about toy pricing, custom molds, trusted companies, and a variety of other things that, much like the first explanation had some time prior, mostly went over Ashly's head. The canid was in no fit state to think about dildo expenditures, much less anything more complex than a synthetic fallus, but it made Mina happy to draw up plans for the both of them, so she did nothing to stop it.
In fact, it just made the whole atmosphere warmer, and not even in any sexual manner; it felt oddly comfortable to lay there and listen to the vixen excitedly talk over herself about all manner of things that she, the naive newcomer, had no frame of reference to understand, especially when more technical terms were used that Ashly didn't even dare to ask about. But it felt normal, strange as that might sound, so she chose not to think about it too much, lest the sensation go away; why bother analyzing the one moment in a long time when she felt truly happy when she could just… savour it? When she could slowly wrap her arms around Mina again, doing so in such a manner that even the vixen mixed it? When she could just nod along and occasionally produce a short "hmm" or "huh-huh" whenever she figured it was time to do so?
It wasn't dismissive so much as her just not being ready for that conversation; besides, when it came to spending money, the two of them would have to go through everything a second time anyway, as Ashly was in no way going to commit herself to throwing any amount of cash into a hobby she wasn't even sure she'd have the time to indulge in on a regular basis. But it made Mina happy, and if it made them happy, then it made her happy as well; it was a strange and alien feeling, especially for someone who she'd only met a few hours prior, but to Ashly, seeing that gorgeous vixen smile was the best thing to have happened to her in so long that she couldn't even put a number on it. She could afford to forget about everything else: the program failing, the gym, her failed overtures with Richard, even the gossip which had inadvertently led to her finding Lira in the first place, none of it seemed to matter when it was placed next to Mina, looking at her with the biggest, happiest grin stamped on her face.
"Why are you smiling?"
The vixen was the one to ask this, bringing Ashly back down to reality once she heard the words being directed at her. Not that it surprised her; of course she was smiling, why wouldn't she be? She was happy, and lacking even the most rudimentary of poker faces, it only made sense that this was immediately made perfectly visible on her expression, her body language, hell, Ashly wouldn't even be that shocked if Mina could smell the joy coming out of her, even through the thick haze of almond-scented fur-care shampoo. But there was a question asked, and a question asked required an answer provided… even if it did have to come through the occasional giggle, as Ashly found herself unable to keep a straight face anymore.
"Why, am I not allowed to smile?" the canid retorted, "Do I need to ask for a permit?"
"No, but… you haven't smiled like that yet," Mina replied, gently booping the tip of her much larger lover's muzzle, "it suits you. It makes you look happy."
"I…"
There were three words that Ashly wanted to say. Three words that, in any other circumstance, she would've had no trouble speaking aloud, even if they didn't correspond to the truth. Yet now, after everything that had happened, it wasn't a case of hiding her true self anymore; it wasn't a case of her pretending that she wasn't dreadfully lonely and needed someone in her life to help make things make sense again, nor was it a case of her all-but being forced to put on a strong facade in order to keep up with what other people thought of her. There, in her bedroom, alone and isolated from the rest of the world, Ashly was happy, and for once in her life, she wasn't ashamed to get mushy about it; hence why her response came accompanied by a non-insignificant amount of tears and inelegant blubbering, through which she finally managed to say something that just made everything feel so much more colourful.
"I am happy."
She wasn't afraid of crying. Maybe her old self, the same one who hit the gym thinking that she should be showing off to everyone around her, maybe the version of herself that saw Richard as less of a person to be loved and more as prey to be captured, would've balked at the notion that she was even capable of crying, much less wanting to do it. But Mina was there, and Mina was better than she was; or rather, the vixen let her be herself, because the vixen wouldn't judge. They wouldn't turn their back and start shittalking her to their friends, nor would they slap her across the face to make her shut up and stop bawling; it was such an odd experience, to know that she was safe, that Ashly honestly didn't know how to react… so she just cried.
All the frustrations, all the anger, all the fear and despair that had hounded her ever since being booted off the genemodding project, all of it came out, and for once, it didn't leave her feeling worse off than she had been initially. The canid had her fears that she'd end up regretting everything she did by the end of the day, but the longer she remained there, the tighter Mina's hold over her became, the more Ashly came to realize that her fears were unfounded. She was safe there, she was ok, Mina wasn't going to pass judgement, and she could make her emotions known without being afraid of having them rejected outright; or worse, ignored. Indeed, it seemed that the more tears rolled down her cheek, the more Ashly felt the vixen's arms digging into her sides, Mina slowly nuzzling into her neck as if to let her know that they, too, were there in case the wild dog needed something warm and fuzzy to hold onto.
Ashly took this offer up as soon as she realized it was there; it felt right to have someone like Mina there, and it was only then that Ashly truly convinced herself that if anyone had been left a complete mess as a result of the emotional turmoil of her first time, it was her, not the vixen. It might've been them who used the safeword, but they weren't the ones bawling their eyes out and cry-laughing like a silly idiot; then again, Mina's eyes weren't exactly dry either, though they were seemingly capable of holding themselves back a bit better. They did nothing to stop the crying though, which kept going for long enough that Ashly herself eventually began to feel awkward about it… right before understanding that such a thing was ridiculous, because obviously she shouldn't feel awkward around Mina, which led to yet another dive into the realizations that led to her crying in the first place, sending her right back to yet another bawling fit that only ended when both her and the vixen were holding one another with so much strength that it genuinely felt like they were about to snap one another's spines.
It was hard to tell how long they remained that way, how much time was spent with Ashly trying her best to come to terms with the confusing mess of emotions in her head, but once they were "done", by way of the canid opening her eyes properly without having them running over with tears, it was noticeably darker outside. A whole day had passed in between Ashly deciding to head to the bar and now… this, but for the life of her, she couldn't see it as anything other than a day well spent. She met Lira, sure, but she'd met Mina, and though things progressed far too quickly for it to be even remotely normal, Ashly really couldn't care; what mattered was that, for the first time in what felt like years, she finally felt at home, with someone who she could genuinely see herself sharing a life with, or at least becoming inseparable friends with benefits should they not swing the way of a more permanent commitment.
Granted, the wild dog knew that such fantasies were ridiculous to an extent; they had just met that day, emotions were running wild, and the amount of hormones pumping through her system were obviously making her think in ways that didn't really make a lot of sense. But was that not evidence that the two of them had hit it off? It wasn't exactly marriage material, but it felt downright silly to suggest that what they had just shared was nothing but a one-night (day?) stand, rather than the start of a long friendship. At least, Ashly hoped that was the case; it would be devastating for her if Mina decided to go away for whatever reason.
"Feeling better?" the vixen eventually asked, their voice soft, their tone caring, "It's been a while since you've had a good cry, hasn't it?"
Ashly couldn't even bring herself to respond with actual words, just a nod and a quick "mhmm" mumbled through closed lips. At once, she felt another nuzzle, followed quickly by a smooch to her neck.
"Sorry if I d-"
"No, don't be!" Ashly promptly cut through, hugging Mina even harder than before, "Don't be sorry, it's okay! I needed this, I… fuck, Mina, I don't even know h-"
"Hush."
It was a command. The voice it came from was the same as before, yet the tone was just different enough to touch upon instincts that Ashly had forgotten were inside of her; as if she were a robot with a control panel exposed, the single word had left her silent, the fur on her back standing on end as she slowly came to realize that yes, Mina was perfectly capable of bringing out a more domineering side, and with such astounding efficiency that she managed to do so with a single word… though the effect was ruined somewhat when the vixen then began giggling on seeing Ashly's confused face, ending with yet another boop to the snoot.
"I do that with Lira sometimes too," the vixen explained, lowering her voice to a whisper that could only be described as outright sultry, "and she hates it, but she rolls over when I tell her to anyway, so what do I know? What I'm wondering is…"
The question coming her way was obvious, but it still didn't make it any less bearable for Ashly, especially not after the emotional rollercoaster she had already gone through. At the same time though, it was something she wanted to answer "yes" to with all of her might and even more that she didn't have, even if this meant debasing herself to a point where her older self might've found objectionable. But she wasn't her old self, that was the whole point; the transformation undergone in that day wasn't merely a physical one, but a mental one as well, with Ashly sloughing her compunctions off like an old snakeskin. So when Mina asked the question, when their eyes went half-lidded and their hands began moving to some very sensitive spots in some very sensitive places, Ashly couldn't help but lick her lips and smile back. Doubly so when the words actually came her way:
"... will you roll over like a good girl?"
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The Machine 2: Ringtail
In the years since the Machine had been invented it'd taken the world by storm. Now days it wasn't
unusual to find people who were radically changed, though it had taken several years for people to
accept that their new coworkers were a lot kinkier than people realized. Some became furries; others
just opted for giant horse cocks in their pants or pussies where their mouths used to be. It ranged all
over. It even largely replaced plastic surgery. It'd been a fiasco for human resources departments. Still,
society had adjusted. It always did. Some places faster than others. It was still taboo out in the rural
regions, and religions denounced it daily, but for the urban sophisticated person? Yeah, it was more like
getting a tattoo. A big, expensive, life changing tattoo.
She had tried the fad several years ago. Leaning back into the couch she remembered that first time, it
was so different. The newer version of the machine had just come out. Touted as the pain-free
transition to a new life. She remembered how the door has shut with a hiss, that soft glow that
surrounded her. Oh, the warmth as it began to hum.
Time in the machine was nothing, it danced around her with moments drawn into an eternity as it
pressed and molded you. Sometimes pushing in one place, sometimes pulling in another. It felt so
warm, delectable.
The pinpricks danced up and down her body, and in other places the machine tickled as subtle shift
occurred. She went in blind, a guess on what she wanted, not really knowing which switches were
flipped before she set foot in the door. She could remember her mind dancing around the multitude of
ideas and possibilities. Would she have a tail? Would she find herself in fur?
The machine's soft lighting changed through the process, shifting from steady glow to pulsing as the
machine almost felt like a deep tissue massage. Inside she could feel her bones shift slightly in response.
Oh, the anticipation, the soft pressure under her skin that felt so different than she was accustomed to.
She remembered wiggling in the machine's embrace. The start of something at the base of her spine. A
warm heat, tingly and flowing through her entire being. She just had felt so wonderfully warm and soft.
The hum had grown loud, she remembered the first time she felt her ears twitch. She'd never felt that
sensation before. Even so, the nub on her spine grew long, snaking down around her leg. But it was so
soft. It felt so wonderful.
She remembered her nose turning up slightly in the dim light, the tip becoming dark and moist even as
the sounds of the machine's whir started to die away. She remembered stretching her hands as the
pressure released, wondering if it was over.
The faint light broke into her dark cocoon as the machine opened. She'd no idea how long it had been
running for. The light felt so bright. The air tingled across her… fur? She'd never had fur before. She
glanced at her new body. Soft stretches of fur ran up and down her sides, deep brown in color with
flecks of black. Her ears were twitching, every noise around her now sharpers and newer. She loved it.
She'd glanced down at her hands, now covered in soft pads over her palms, and wrapped in that
luxurious soft fur that ran all over her body. It was her body, but not hers. She was something more
now, something special. She carefully stepped out, as strong arms opened the heavy door, daring her to
face the mirror. Freeing her from the womb of her transformation.
Across the room she found her gaze returned in a giant mirror. She still saw herself, not as she was, but
certainly not unrecognizable. She still carried the curves of a woman, but enhanced. The brown fur
encompassed her throughout, from the soft pale brown running from her mons to her face, to the
darker black flecked brownish black. Oh, it was soft, oh so very soft. Her face was just slightly pushed
out, a short muzzle graced by the black tipped cutest little black button nose, and large ears rose above
her head. Swishing behind her was the longest, fluffiest, black and white striped tail she could imagine.
Oh, she felt adorable. She even squeaked a bit when she saw her own cute reflection.
She smiled at the memories. Now days she enjoyed the freedom of a permanent fur coat. She seldom
bothered with anything longer than a short skirt, her tail mischievously bouncing behind her. A lot of
people mistook her for a racoon or a lemur. She occasionally got tired of explaining what a Ringtail was,
and no it wasn't the lemur. But she enjoyed the cuteness. It hadn't hurt her dating life either, as a lot of
guys seemed taken to her small frame and soft fur.
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Air raid sirens were going off in the distance, joined by panicked screaming and the screeching of tires as the whole city was set on high alert, its impending doom becoming more and more of a reality with each passing minute. Just ten minutes before, all of its inhabitants had been leading perfectly normal lives, believing their day to be as boring as monotonous as any other, when suddenly, and without warning, everything was turned upside-down and their view of the world was forcibly upended by way of her: the giantess, the goddess, come down from the heavens to wreak havoc upon her creations over some perceived insult or another. One moment things were perfectly fine, the next that thing had appeared from nowhere, one of her feet crushing several parked cars in the middle of one the widest avenues. Within moments, things had gone to hell, and then it was every person for themselves.
Very few had the opportunity to gaze upon the monster destroying their city, being too busy running away from it, but those that did invariably found themselves halting in their tracks to admire her form, unable to wrench their eyes away from it despite their best efforts; it was magnetic in a way, it held their gaze even as they desperately attempted to look away, right up until the point where her claws bore down on them, at which point they became passengers aboard her body. The goddess herself wasn't particularly aware of the effects she was having on any one person; being so beyond comprehension was simply a natural state for her, and thus it was entirely normal for her presence alone to be enough to warp the minds of lesser mortals. This was why she was even there, after all; her outing into the lower realms had been decided upon precisely because she had been feeling bored and craved the sort of excitement that only utterly destroying a whole city by showing off her curves through it could give her.
Each step produced cracks on the ground, radiating from the impact site and weakening the roads, on multiple occasions collapsing entirely and giving way to produce immense craters, exposing the piping systems underneath. Behind the giantess, her tail swung freely from side to side, not only sweeping anyone or anything that might remain behind her on the ground, but smashing into any buildings that hadn't already been turned to rubble, literal tons of steel and glass raining on the streets below each time it moved from one side to another. The lizardess was pleased with such a spectacle; it was only right that something as innocuous as her moving her tail lazily about led to such vast amounts of destruction, a true affirmation of her power over the tiny ones (literally) underneath her heel. It also made for some great tidying; whatever the rest of her didn't clean up, her tail did.
This was very little, to be fair; her passing through any part of the city ensured that most of the buildings in it would take so much damage that most of them crumbled underneath their weight anyway. A vast majority were wrecked purely by the goddess putting one foot in front of the other; her wide, flared hips and girthy thighs ensured that any brush became a very deliberate hip-check, and with the amount of meat on her bones, it was unsurprising that the impact was enough to flatten girders and turn windows into long curtains of miniature crystals. Simply rubbing her lower body against anything was enough to scrape off both the paint and at least a good foot of whatever made up its outer surface, with the very few occasions in which the giant lizard used her asscheeks being enough to utterly demolish whatever that thing was pointed at. All she had to do was lean onto something, using it as her seat while pretending to trip, and even the most resistant of buildings came crumbling down like it was made of tissue paper. Once she got back up, or readjusted after bumping into something with each sashay, then her tail would be brought to bear to sweep up whatever remained.
That wasn't enough though; whatever devious mind had decided to take to the city and destroy it was clearly not one for decency, and seeing as there were plenty of skyscrapers to go around, a couple of which were as tall or slightly taller than the lizard titan herself, they presented a perfect opportunity for her to put her upper assets to good use. Her bust was significantly large, enough to cover most of her torso and protrude from either side of it if seen from behind, and judging by the way her breasts swung from side to side, were quite heavy and potentially full. Indeed, the few times they bumped into something, said something might as well not even be there at all, with the lizardess' breasts moving clean through it like air. This goddess, this wrathful deity, saw those tall buildings as an opportunity to put both her tits and hands to good use, and thus went to work wrapping the former around them after splaying herself all over their length. They might as well be a body-sized phallus to her, judging from how much she drooled and moaned at the touch, but it was clear that even those architectonic masterpieces were no match for the giantess' power; all it took was a particularly strong squeeze and the whole structure came tumbling down, with bits and pieces left behind inside of a cleavage that seemed to deepen with every building it consumed.
Meanwhile, whenever she had nothing else to do but walk from place to place, the goddess made good use of her hands by bringing one to her bosom and another between her legs, openly fondling herself without a single care for whoever may be watching. The fluids pouring from her needy, warm slit splashed onto the ground below with enough force to knock people off their feet when they were caught in the waves, most of the unfortunate ones succumbing to the strong scent and losing control of their minds; they were reduced to mindless, mewling slaves, eager to serve a deity that didn't even know they existed, and congregated around her feet in the hopes of being able to climb towards her. On occasion, the lizardess would falter, her knees too weak from the stimulation to hold her full weight; the ground quaked and whole city blocks collapsed just as she herself did, the roars and moans emanating from her throat powerful enough to shatter glass miles away, the squirting of fluids carrying enough pressure to flatten cars and clog storm drains. These episodes never lasted for more than a few minutes though; as soon as the lizard goddess was done, she'd wreck a few more apartment blocks when getting up, and carried on with her journey.
There was no rhyme or reason to her path of destruction; it seemed as if whatever it was the giantess had on her mind, it was certainly not a goal or objective. She demanded no tribute, provided no "out" for her destruction, and certainly didn't pay attention to the myriad of worshippers amassing around her. For all intents and purposes, that monster had simply decided to show up one day to destroy everything around her… and indeed, that's exactly what she was thinking at that point. There really was no grand plan, no anything beyond the simplest, most base desire to impose her will upon the world in the only way she could. To take a step and turn multiple vehicles into metallic pancakes, to swing her tail to one side of her and be able to raze entire office towers without even realizing it. To be able to strut her stuff in front of an audience while also wreaking such a high level of havoc that she could be classified as a natural disaster all on her own. It pushed every button she had, and that was her entire motivation: to get off on it.
There was a lot of city to go through, and she wouldn't be satisfied until it was all destroyed, all of it flattened and turned into indistinct piles of rubble. Sure, people would be left without homes, and injury was all-but impossible to avoid, but that was the cost of progress; how could anyone deny her was rightfully hers, after all? She alone was big and wide enough to establish dominance over the mortal realm, thus she alone, by all reasonable logic, should be the one to govern it. What were those tiny ones going to do, shoot her? The bullets and shells would bounce right off her perfectly smooth scales, not a single blemish laid upon her even by the greatest of weapons they carried; this was now her turf, her territory, and anyone who wanted to contest that was more than welcome to try. Failure was their only option.
Past a certain point, it became a game; when the arousal was abated by the constant self-exploration, when most of the taller buildings were gone and thus the lizard couldn't wrap her breasts around them for an improvised titfuck, that's when things took a turn for the absurd and she simply began to enjoy herself, much like a child would in a literal sandbox. There was no point in trying to establish her dominance, because it was already a given; who was going to stop her if not herself? Thus, a better way to spend her time would be to find new and inventive ways to enjoy herself, and given her love of really old kaiju movies, it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume she'd try to play the role. Now, it probably would've worked better if she hadn't already made a scene of destroying a large part of the city while clearly being sexually aroused by it, plus the several stops she made to bring a hand between her legs and flood large sections of it with her juices; but it was her city, so who was going to complain?
The whiplash was so severe that one could be forgiven for assuming some of the tiny ones might have broken their necks just considering it; one moment the lizard giantess was busy flaunting her curves, the next she was raising her hands to mimic having claws and swiping at whatever roofs were still around, collapsing buildings with well-timed strikes and even whipping her tail against the ground; all of this while wearing the goofiest grin and occasionally stopping to break out into fits of giggling and outright laughter, leaving her followers down below feeling very confused as to what they should be thinking at that moment. Clearly, their goddess was capricious and prone to mood swings, but perhaps that sudden shift in attitude was meant as divine code of some sorts? That her devoted should enjoy themselves in the moment rather than worry about earthly concerns or material happiness? It was as good of an interpretation as any, and it played straight into their heightened libidos; within minutes most of the giantess' congregation was hard at work finding someone to spend the time with, and a few of them even managed to not turn it into a lewd exercise in self-indulgence within a few short minutes! The titan would've been proud if she bothered to look down and acknowledge the ants at her feet.
As it stood though, she was simply passing the time until she got bored, at which point she sighed, cracked her knuckles, stretched out her back and began scanning the horizon. There wasn't a lot to do in the ruined remnants of that once-proud city, but there were certainly others out there like it, and given how her size was constant, they were effectively brand new playgrounds for her to waste even more time in! Maybe, she thought to herself, she'd find a new giant to play with, one that could satisfy that burning desire within her that had yet to be satisfied…
That settled it; with a smile on her face, the giantess began marching her way to the outskirts, already spotting the suburbs off in the distance. She couldn't wait to get her hands on all those perfectly geometrically arranged houses and upturn everything they stood for, maybe even use them as bricks in some construction projects while their owners battled with one another over attention they would never receive. It'd be a great way to wait for the hours to pass before growing bored again… or would be, if not for the timely appearance of a series of military vehicles!
There were so many waiting for her that she… honestly wasn't surprised. Looking back, most of the city was destroyed and large chunks of it were on fire, so it wasn't that out of the ordinary for the army to be called in. She couldn't even see each individual soldier; they all melted into one big camo-coloured blob, with only the trucks and tanks really catching her attention. Around her were helicopters, buzzing like annoying flies and drawing much of the same reaction out of the lizardess: without even thinking, she swatted them away, ending up slamming into one with the back of her hand and sending it flying onto the ground, thus prompting an immediate reaction out of the assembled forces.
Poor things honestly thought their weapons could do anything against her. Bullets bounced off her scales, while anything heavier simply made a small dimple on her skin before losing momentum and falling onto the ground. Even a chance airstrike failed to do anything but give her a nice tan, with most of the "damage" being to how clean she was; given the amount of ash flying around, the lizardess was due for a good shower in a nearby body of water.
This, naturally, led to a bit of a confusing reaction on the part of the military personnel assembled there, most of whom stared in slack-jawed disbelief at how little their guns did. They had been expecting a slam dunk, what with their target being all organic and squishy and really soft, and instead got a very annoyed-looking giantess tapping her foot on the ground and letting them know, in no uncertain terms, that what they had done was very rude… by flipping them off with both hands. She had a way with words, that one.
Secretly though, she wasn't mad; quite the contrary in fact. Being intercepted by military machines and then having them fail to even so much as scratch her was part of the fantasy, and really one of the main reasons she was even doing anything at all that day. To see mortal kind's best shot wasted so completely on a body as glorious as hers was something akin to a dream, and the sheer amount of schadenfreude she was experiencing at that moment would be enough to power a whole city for the entirety of existence… if she hadn't just turned it into one big pile of rubble, of course. With a single swipe of her tail, most of the vehicles assembled were either broken into scrap metal or sent flying, with another one being enough to clean up whoever was left. Two gestures, barely any effort put into them, and the way was clear again; unless they wanted to nuke her, then she was free to take on the world. And even if they did… who's to say it would work? Guns failed, heavy caliber cannons did too, and even bombs accomplished nothing. She was invincible, untouchable, and the whole world would soon know it. The lizardess couldn't even contain herself, and soon enough was cackling maniacally at the thought of taking over the planet, her little outing turned into a grand tale of domination and conquest, where all would witness the true might, power and glory of the great-
"Aleksi?"
The door behind her opened, and suddenly everything was terrible.
"Aleksi, why are you playing with the model city again?" the lynx asked her, sounding terribly confused, "And why are you naked?"
"I dunno Tim, why are you walking into my bedroom without knocking?!" Aleksi fired back, covering her chest up before turning around.
"I did, you didn't answer!" - the lynx took a few seconds to observe what was going on. The nude roomie, the small-scale model of the city that happened to be completely ruined, as well as the conspicuous blush on Aleksi's cheeks all combined to form a single plausible scenario within the feline's mind, one that left them very happy indeed - "You know, if you wanted to do this for real, I could help you with that."
"Oh my god, shut up!" Aleksi screamed, her blush stronger than ever before, "I don't want to go around destroying buildings, that's silly, I was just… you know!"
"I actually don't!"
Tim really wanted to hear how the lizardess was going to explain the fact she was playing around the model city while entirely nude; they were sure it was going to be one hell of a rationalization, like that one time she claimed that her looking at herself in the mirror while trying on push-up bras was just "morning stretching exercises". Instead of words, however, the lynx received a t-shirt to the face, with Aleksi groaning something incomprehensible before throwing all of her clothing onto her intruder, who by that point was laughing so hard they could barely breathe. This gave her an opportunity to slink out and go into the bathroom, where she totally wouldn't be thinking about the offer the cat had made her.
It'd be disingenuous to claim she didn't want to take it. In fact, it might very well be a flat-out lie… but she couldn't trust herself not to completely lose control, not after what just happened in her imagination. Given the power to rule over the city, she was sure to wreck it and go mad with power.
… and what was so bad about that?
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The day started off normally enough, with Emily having no clue what was about to happen. Typically, large growth spurts weren't something that just snuck up on her like that; it took a while for them to set in, giving her plenty of time to sense them coming and make the necessary arrangements. That day, however, everything seemed to be going just fine… until the moment where she hiccuped. The cat was walking out of the kitchen after cleaning the dishes from lunch, and was ready to settle in for a lazy day playing video games in the living room, when, the moment she crossed the threshold into the hallway, her whole body flinched as a hiccup strong enough to leave her paralyzed for a moment erupted from her throat; somehow, her initial reaction was to put her hand in front of her mouth and apologize aloud, even though there was no one else in the house, the embarrassment at the sudden noise high enough that she failed to notice what had happened to her tail.
Her weight had clearly shifted, but it still took the cat a while before she noticed anything was off, especially since the second hiccup only came after she was already sitting down and going through her catalogue of games; at that point, Emily even jumped on her seat, landing back on the couch with enough strength that the springs audibly creaked. It was then that her eyes opened wide and the cat realized something was off, at which point she looked back at herself and finally took note of the fact that her tail was much, much larger than normal.
Emily was lucky enough that this particular part of herself had always been on the bushier side, enough that some folks liked to joke about the possibility of her having part fox or squirrel in her genes, depending on how she chose to style it on any particular day. Being at home though, and with nothing to really hold it in any one shape, the immense brush she normally carried everywhere with her was made even bigger, enough that she could probably use it as a full-sized body pillow… but that couldn't be it, because even all that extra fur weight wouldn't be enough for the couch to be sagging as much as it was.
The answer came a few seconds afterwards, when a third hiccup revealed to her the extent of what her brain had been filtering out without her even realizing it: just a moment after the flinch, she heard her clothes ripping apart as her whole body burst free from their restricting confines, with the couch underneath her loudly complaining about the suddenly much bigger cat it was forced to deal with. A cursory glance downwards revealed to Emily that not only had she grown quite a bit taller, but her curves had been… enhanced, for lack of a better word. From a pair of breasts that already covered about half of her torso to a set of hips wide enough that walking through doors would be a slight issue going forward, leading down into a plush, pudgy butt that threatened to take over most of the sofa, it would appear that the hiccups had decided to grant her growth spurts whenever they made their way into the outside world.
That was fine though, she thought to herself; at least now that she knew what was causing the growth itself, Emily could take steps to prevent it, or at least slow it down enough that it wouldn't matter in the long run. After all, she wanted to spend an afternoon playing video games, not filling up her entire house; with Kitty not being there for the whole day, it felt like a waste to be that big all by herself.
Her body, however, had other plans. The first attempt on Emily's part to keep her hiccups from growing her further was to just hold them in; clenching her muscles, the cat kept her mouth and eyes shut, patiently waiting for the next hiccup to rear its ugly head, and while she was successful in muffling it, this didn't do much in terms of stopping her growth spurts. If anything, the fact that she held it back almost made it "backflow" into her in some way, because rather than gaining in every single department, all the extra size went straight to her tail, which quickly enveloped her and turned itself into the warmest blanket she'd ever had the pleasure of being buried under.
This caused enough of a distraction that, while Emily was busy trying to disentangle herself from the immense floof storm surrounding her, the next hiccup creeped up on her and left the bushy brush even larger, completely burying the poor cat underneath it and all-but forcing her to roll over and onto the ground just to be able to breathe properly. She could actually feel its weight now, bearing down on her and a chore to keep up, but for the time being managed to hold it far enough away that she had a large bubble of air to work with… even if she was still surrounded by her own fluff. Part of her wanted to formulate an "at least" thought, but Emily knew full well that the moment she jinxed it, the growthsplosion would immediately make her regret her decision to name the next body part to receive its blessing.
So it was that she held herself in that position, kneeling on the floor with her back arched slightly, held up by her two outstretched arms and her hair falling onto her eyes. Emily took long, deep, calculated breaths, hoping that by filling her lungs properly and stabilizing her oxygen intake, then the hiccups could finally go away; she'd never had them for longer than a couple of minutes anyway, so apart from the sudden and inexplicably connected growth, there was no reason to expect those to be any different. Indeed, judging from how long it took to get to the next one, Emily began to assume that maybe it had just been a momentary size spurt, something that happened because her body had some tension that it had to get rid of and just happened to do so in the most convenient manner; those were always the most annoying ones due to how unpredictable they were on showing up, but at least they were always temporary, and very quickly temporary at that.
Assuming no more surprises, her body should go back to being the same size as before in just an hour or so, which perfectly explained why she just had to hiccup again right when she let her guard down. In the split second before the growth happened, Emily remembered to chastise herself for ever thinking her body would ever let her catch a break in a situation like that, especially when she was giving it every reason not to; in the split second after the expansion took place, there wasn't a lot of Emily's conscious self to go around anymore, at least for the duration of her post-flinch upgrade.
The way she knelt down was the perfect position for the rest of her to be given some love. After her tail became this immense, room-dominating ball of fluff, it was time for her tits to balloon outwards, pressing against both of her arms for just a moment before they became so engorged as to force them to bow outwards and then fly to Emily's sides before she had any time to react, sending her into an inadvertent freefall… which lasted for a single instant, before those very same breasts cushioned the collapse by virtue of taking up all the space between her torso and the carpet. At around the same time, her ass similarly burgeoned outwards with additional mass, so much more than on her bust that some of it seemed to melt downwards into her thickening thighs, leaving her with a pair of legs so egregiously oversized that the one thing Emily could think about was rubbing them together and let fate take the wheel. It all took place over the course of just a second or so, but by the end, it was clear that her body wasn't going to let up, especially given how yet another hiccup came around and, while it didn't further mess up her proportions, it did give her an extra five or so feet in height, taking those proportions along with it.
At that point, the only recourse left for Emily was to sigh and accept that this was going to be the rest of her day. No more games, no more deciding what to do; her body had taken the choice out of her hands (so to speak) and went in a completely different direction, so now the only thing she could do was try and enjoy the ride as best as she could. This was made slightly easier by the fact that, well, she was turning into a giantess with obscenely overengorged assets one hiccup at a time, with her body already being so exaggerated that she could sink her hands into her tits or asscheeks and see them vanish all the way up to their wrists, something she did not hesitate to do as she gave up trying to keep the hiccups from doing what they wilt.
Her house wouldn't last much longer after making this decision; whether it be because the growth was exponential or because her own acceptance of it had unlocked some kind of multiplier, the next hiccup to course through her whole body and leave her feeling like she'd just teleported an inch upwards was powerful enough that the entire apartment complex suddenly turned into an impromptu egg from which a giant cat hatched, a cocoon for her giantess form to emerge from. With clouds of debris flying through the air and chunks of glass and concrete raining down on the streets below, all that Emily could do was shout at people to get out of the way before the weight of her butt tipped her backwards and she landed ass-first on the street outside of her home, the shockwaves reverberating not just through her, but through the very ground itself!
Everything around the impact site rumbled for a couple of seconds before the quaking stopped… at which point it became obvious that the odd landing position had seriously compromised poor Emily's ability to hold her balance, and with her tits being as heavy as they were, the giantess began to slowly fall over backwards. Thankfully, there was one thing in the way that wouldn't make the final collapse nearly as dangerous as the first one: her tail!
The explosive growth burst had taken so much of her focus away that Emily failed to notice that it wasn't just her body and the regular bits growing to absurd sizes, but her brushy behemoth of a tail as well; hell, by the point her back slammed against it, softening the landing considerably, it was easily big enough that she could probably wrap it around an entire city block and still have enough left for half a lap, and all of it was unbelievably soft. In that moment, when her body sank into its warmth, Emily's eyes struggled to remain open as her mind told her that this was it, this was what ultimate comfort felt like, and if she didn't fall asleep on that heavenly sea of floof, she'd be making the biggest mistake of her life.
Sadly, it wasn't up to her; as much as Emily would've loved nothing more than to go completely limp and simply drift away into unconsciousness on that colossal tail of hers, the hiccups still hadn't stopped, and with them came a growth that steadfastly refused to halt when it really, really should. Kitty wasn't there, and while Emily was certain that he'd eventually find a way to climb onto her once she grew big enough, it just wasn't the same without him by her side… and yet, despite this, she couldn't really ignore the exceedingly large part of her brain that was still a slave to its own hormonal secretions, and the ridiculous amount of serotonin coursing through her at neurons at that point told her to stop worrying about things and just enjoy stuff while it lasted. After all, she had no clue whether or not the growth would keep going until she loomed over the planet, if she'd stop at continental sizes, or even if she only had a couple more miles on her; it was a surprise, or so that part of herself told her, and one that she should be looking forward to, not dreading or regretting.
Hard to argue with that logic, at least in the horned-up state that she was in. Once her body flinched with the next hiccup, Emily had already given up trying to care; hence, when her tits received most of the boost, leaving her completely buried underneath a bust that was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe, the one thought in her mind was wondering when the next one would come. And when it did, leaving her bigger in general yet not fixing the issue of her being pinned down by her breasts, she just wanted more: more bust, more butt, more size in general, but ultimately… more tail.
It felt like such a specific thing to ask for, especially when her regular proportions were clearly receiving a large chunk of the attention as well, but Emily couldn't deny that, even underneath what might be thousands of tons of milk and fat, she'd never been quite as comfortable as she was in that exact moment, courtesy of a tail that kept on growing each time she hiccuped, until it created a soft shell around her whole form that blocked off most of the outside world. The cat couldn't even see anything on the other side, no matter how hard she strained her eyes; the coating of fur was too thick, too opaque to let her know what was happening just a few yards away, the muffling and cushioning so potent that she could be barreling through skyscrapers and she'd probably not notice.
There was a certain amount of satisfaction to be had with that, a certain amount of… pleasure. Never in her life did Emily think she'd be so hot based only on her tail of all things, and yet there she was, rubbing her legs together and bringing her hands between them in order to do something about that rising warmth, the need for release only getting worse each time she flinched, each time a hiccup made her even more massive than before. At that moment, and as far as Emily cared, she could stay like that forever: wrapped inside a ball of fluff, growing forever in erratic spurts, buried underneath her very own warmth and softness, curves at the ready to explode with newfound mass, a veritable nirvana of growth. In that moment, she was transcendent.
It couldn't last forever though, and not just because her body was built to be even bigger than it already was; it just so happened that the universe would never be content with her just being content herself, even less so when Emily had the audacity of assuming that she could just stop there and not keep going. In just thinking about the fact that she was good the way she was at that moment, the cat had invited the cosmos itself to come knock some sense back into her in the most dramatically ironic way possible, because reality had a twisted sense of humour and she had just willingly turned herself into the punchline. It wouldn't take more than a handful of seconds before yet another hiccup came around, then another, and another, until even the immense amounts of floof surrounding her weren't enough to keep her from feeling the destruction wrought by her burgeoning frame as it advanced on the city, its surrounding suburbs and then the local geography, not particularly caring for the safety of anyone around her.
Not that anyone would actually be hurt; the same tail that shielded Emily from seeing the consequences of her growth was just as comfortable to other people as it was to her, and just like she was still balled up in a cocoon of warmth and fuzziness, so too would anyone caught in the avalanche of growing cat be stuck to it, vanishing into a forest of fur so inviting and impossibly comfortable that any fear, anger or annoyance they might be feeling would be washed clean out of their bodies, replaced by an endless, perfect sense of bliss. This would be their heaven, to forevermore live out the entirety of eternity in their own little patch of paradise, forever holding onto the absolute fluffiest tail they'd ever had the privilege of encountering, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer softness of it all; and in the center of it, Emily, whose body had begun to reap some of the benefits from the hiccup growth spurts, straining the limits of the shell of fluff around her.
It was one thing for the city to hold her back when she was still regular-sized (for a giantess, at least), quite another to keep her from bursting outwards when each flinch added what felt like dozens of yards to her tits or ass, even more so to her thighs and hips; it was the sort of body that she envisioned whenever she pictured a perfect version of herself, a body that she had experienced several times in the past, right before having to put everything back where it used to be. The resets were always the worst part; why couldn't she just enjoy herself for some time, truly live out the life of a goddess as she spent a few aeons rubbing herself all over and feeling her hands sink into the kind of soft pudge that most mortals could only dream of? It left her feeling incomplete at times… and it also made her want to seek out any opportunity she had to splurge out and grow, even if it meant causing a wee bit of destruction to her environs.
Not like this though. Even in her lust-addled, fluff-obsessed state of mind, Emily realized that she couldn't remain on the planet for much longer, if for no other reason than because she was becoming too big to even be on it to begin with; thankfully, as she maintained full control over that colossal brush enveloping her, it was as simple as flicking it to push herself into orbit, and in fact the feline had to exercise caution not to jettison herself too hard into the depths of the solar system! It was truly mind-boggling how little things actually changed from her being planetbound to flying towards the cosmos; it used to be that the transition signalled the first of many steps towards an ascension, where she saw the very world she used to live in become smaller and smaller with each passing second, the light blue sky deepening before becoming pitch black, the curvature of the planet itself on full display before its spherical nature became fully apparent to her.
That time, however, she saw none of this, for she was too busy trying to keep herself inside the small bubble created by her own tail; it was stronger than her, in that while Emily knew her body was quickly becoming too large to fit, her proportions screaming at her to let go and enjoy herself the traditional way, she still refused to leave that increasingly tiny space, that miniscule cage of floof inside which she felt like a butterfly waiting to emerge into the world… which, honestly, just made it even harder to keep herself contained for much longer. If she was a butterfly, then surely the point was to emerge from the cocoon, right? She wasn't meant to be hidden from the world, but to be put out on display, there where everyone could gaze upon her perfection and marvel at it, that they may delight upon her glory and be made so much better because of it!
Granted, this would've been a lot easier had her tail not become a behemoth of a tangle of fur and fuzz that even Emily herself didn't fully understand. She'd probably need some kind of advanced spacetime mapping in order to begin charting it properly, and even after disentangling herself from strands of fur that seemed to pull her into their tight embrace whenever she moved away from them, the cat still had to contend with the rest; rather than breaking free from her shell, all she'd done was crack the egg and move into a slightly bigger egg, albeit one where she could actually move around somewhat freely. Perhaps most worrying was the fact that the Earth was clearly there in front of her, getting smaller with each hiccup, and it too was surrounded on all sides by the backdrop of fluff that had become most of her body mass; in a way, it felt more divine than anything she had experienced before, almost as if her tail was turning into the very fabric of existence itself the bigger it was allowed to get… but Emily still wanted to be able to see this reality she was growing into.
After all, if things kept going the way they were, her tail would end up smashing into everything on the way from where she was at to the very ends of the cosmos, and that would be a hassle and a half to put back together after she had her fun; plus, it felt like a downright waste. This was… easier said than done, however, as no matter how hard Emily tried, she couldn't seem to find an end, or even a beginning, to the tail she knew was stuck to the bottom of her spine, yet couldn't precisely pin down the dimensions of; it had transcended physicality, at least in some level, making it increasingly difficult to get a hold of and leaving Emily feeling frustrated with every failed attempt, at least until the next hiccup came around and took care of it.
For her body had realized that its own tail had escaped it, become something far greater than it used to be as it seeped into the background of reality and became a constant of sorts; Emily herself was still a singular entity, and indeed on some level the tail was still attached to her, but as it outgrew the solar system, interstellar space, and encroached upon the vast emptiness between galaxies, all while the cat herself was still gas giant-sized, it became obvious to everyone but Emily that she was no longer in control of at least that part of her form… so, obviously, the growth spurts that came with the hiccups began to focus on other parts of her, with all of the uncontrollable moaning and yelping and groping and squeezing that came with it. She tried to hold back, she really did; but when the Earth became so tiny that she could hold it on the tip of one finger and her curves became so exaggerated that even this colossal body of hers looked miniscule compared to her tits, ass and thighs, it was practically impossible for her to focus on trying to contain herself. Why should she, after all, when clearly the universe wanted her to keep growing, wanted her to impose her glorious form upon it? To deny reality its own prize felt downright criminal, and to deny herself the pleasure that came with it felt… wasteful, far more than whatever her tail could ever do.
At the moment the thought crossed her mind, already her body reacted by having Emily relax all of her muscles, openly embracing the waves of growth spurts that were sure to wash over her. In that instant, she looked down to admire what she already had: an ample bust, big enough to cover her whole torso and still hang below the waist, filled with delicious, thick cream and waiting to give it to the whole universe; a plush, plump butt of equal size, a perfect seat that she could turn into her very own throne, leading down to a pair of legs that she was already hard at work squeezing and marvelling at how her fingers vanished into the softness of it. All around her, the tail that had always been just ever so slightly larger than it should be for her species became something beyond gigantic, the cat vaguely aware that somewhere in the vast reaches of the cosmos, she was already pushing entire galactic-scale structures away from where they should be, if not outright subsuming them into her fluff.
In some part of her mind, Emily knew that her fluffy self was turning into a perfect paradise for countless sentients, bright souls whose light shone so powerfully as to nearly blind her, a true constellation of uplifted, ascended little ones who could now forever experience heaven as it was meant to be, no strings attached nor effort required. To think, that it all started as a regular day, with her honestly thinking that she'd be able to spend it playing video games and doing nothing of worth, to think that she believed the hiccups to be a momentary thing that would just pass, leaving her to shrink back down after a while; how naive she was to believe such things, and how much wiser she was now that she knew the truth!
Sure, everything would have to be put back in its place after she had her fill and reality began to fray at the edges trying to comprehend just what in blazes she was doing to it, but that was something that could be done some time later; it was a problem for future Emily, the one that had her fun and would have to worry about the clean-up, not the present Emily, whose only concern was to maximize the amount of pleasure she felt at any one given time. And so she looked down at herself, waiting for the next hiccup, knowing that it would leave her even more beautiful than before, ever more glorious and worthy of worship… and she waited, continued to wait, and kept on waiting for something that seemed intent on not showing up.
Part of her wondered whether or not her perception of time had been altered, another bit of her mind began to question whether she was due for a "big one" that would leave her so massive that even her tail would look small next to her. Only a very, very tiny voice knew the truth, and Emily made sure to stifle and ignore it for as long as she possibly could; it felt almost wrong to assume that this had to be it, that she'd gone that far only for the growth to unceremoniously stop without any explanation or ceremony. Of course the last hiccup hadn't been her last hiccup, there had to be more coming! All she had to do was wait some more, be patient about it, and surely the universe would reward her with an even bigger body, fatter tits, plumper ass, wider thighs, everything! Even her tail would burgeon outwards even more than it already was, taking the whole universe by storm!
… until nothing happened. It didn't seem to matter how much she waited for "it" to come, because "it" never did; no final growth spurt, no glorious expansion, no destruction of all things that were as she popped free from her universe and became as unto a goddess again before resetting everything, just… herself, there, floating in the cosmos, her tail surrounding her body, the Sun and the Earth like some super-sized, fluffy Dyson Sphere, creating what was perhaps the best visual representation of what she was compared to the planet itself: an oversized, impossibly well-endowed caretaker, one whose sole concern was to make sure that, come what may, her homeworld would never be harmed, and those that still resided upon it and not on her tail could live long, fulfilling lives, knowing that whenever they wanted, they could hop aboard and experience the rest of eternity in an endless semi-slumber in their own little patch of paradisiacal softness.
Emily sighed, a small smile adorning her lips as she went limp and allowed her body to just be, like floating belly-up in a pool; there were no concerns for her at that moment, no worries about what she had to do or obligations about returning things to their place. Her tail might still be growing, and at a rate so incomprehensibly quick that even Emily herself had absolutely no idea of when it would stop, or if it even could stop; at some point in the future, and not even a distant one at that, it was quite likely that she'd end up pushed into a cocoon again, forced to deal with a fluff density that rapidly approached infinity, thus forcing her to snap her fingers and reset things to before they started going out of control… for everyone else's sake, obviously.
But again, that was a problem for a future Emily, not her; she had nothing better to do other than float there, lazily rubbing and kneading at whatever part of her curvaceous self she felt like pleasuring at any given moment: maybe her breasts, to stimulate some lactation and knock-off growth, or sink her hands into her butt yet again, just to feel what it was like to have that pillowy of an ass, maybe pass by her thighs and shiver all over at how silky her fur felt on them. She was perfection incarnate, and for once in her life, though Kitty wasn't there with her, she felt satisfied with herself; she could do with her mate, but for the time being, things were fantastic.
And then she hiccuped again.
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The whiplash was strong enough that Linda's neck almost broke, and the sudden change in tone was powerful enough that both her and Beth immediately began laughing again, a much-needed change of pace from what they had been used to so far. It didn't last long though; the question itself was bound to get a horrible answer in return, and indeed, the full panda was quick to point out that she'd been feeling like utter garbage ever since they first told her what she was supposed to be going through. Having tits the size of a warehouse and no way to vent them was less than ideal, and coupled with the reduced food intake and her inability to really do much of anything but lie there and feel it all, over and over again for the whole day… it was a bit too much for her to handle.
"I'm not gonna last another day, much less a week, much less two!" Linda declared with utmost confidence, "Rue, please, there has to be another way!"
"Not in the timeframe we have. I'm sorry, Linda, but I'm out of options here, we're out of options here; the Board isn't going to authorize any further experimentation and you two are lucky they're even allowing me to do this at all. I'll try my best to make it as tolerable as I can, but right now? Right now we're about as stuck as you are."
The panda gal huffed, crossing her arms over a small section of her chest and sinking her head into them. She wasn't sobbing, but she wasn't happy either, and the other two women realized it was best to just leave her be for the moment; Rue quietly suggested that she and Beth should have a chat elsewhere, and though it weirded them out slightly, they chose to crawl over to another part of the enormous pair of breasts they were on, far enough away that their owner wouldn't be able to hear them. They discussed a great many things, most of which retreaded on old ground and were more meant for Rue to reaffirm her belief that yes, this was the only way, and yes, Beth needed to be there for Linda's own sake, something she was happy to find out Beth herself had come to the same conclusion on; the half-panda hybrid explained how she'd been keeping bottles of milk for her own consumption and how she had decided on simply getting rid of them, as well as the odd awakening they had undergone ever since their transformation. They were, as they said, "fully focused" on getting Linda through this ordeal, to their last breath.
For Rue, this was wonderful news, as her certainty regarding anyone's ability to stick to the schedule was at an all-time low; even the staff associated with the project hadn't gone through with the exercise regiment she had laid out as she had laid it out, and in fact told her they had no clue how to get it done without seriously disturbing Linda, hence why they were waiting for Rue to show up. At least the diet was being controlled, and the plugs were working as intended; both Adams and Beth could practically feel those mountainous milk factories bloat with each minute they spent sitting on them, and the doctor could only hope that they would stop before the top of their curvature reached the ceiling and the panda gal was given very little room to breathe, let alone exist in… hopefully; the projections didn't seem to indicate they'd get there, even in the worst of scenarios, but Rue had learned to expect surprises when it came to that project…
Still, the fact that Linda was still perfectly lucid and seemed well enough that a heart-to-heart conversation and some emotional venting managed to calm her down, then perhaps things were going to be… if not fine, then at least acceptable. Rue asked Beth to stick around, and offered to pay for their meal herself, to which the latter denied and stated she'd "take care of it" herself. Knowing better than to insist on any point with either of those two, Dr. Adams nodded and called for the crane to bring her back down; it was time to start organizing the first round of physical exercises.
As expected, Linda didn't take well to them, though everyone involved, Beth included, suspected it was less because of her stated reasons and far more because the panda was just outright lazy; after such a long time carrying her breasts around and growing used to not having to move too much, suddenly having to mimic being on a bicycle or performing long series of stretches didn't exactly jibe with the sort of lifestyle she envisioned for herself. Additionally, the panda (rightfully) questioned what it would even do to her, as no amount of physical exertion would ever do anything to the grand volume of her tits when they were literally the size of multiple airplane hangars; Rue merely nodded along, then reminded her that unless she wanted Rivtech to kick her out, she was still going to try and get two push-ups done, as insane and impossible as that sounded. This, more than anything else, set up an hostile environment between the two women, though Linda did eventually apologize for acting like a "stuck-up baby" after her temper died down. Adams, knowing as well as she did that she couldn't blame her test subject for what was going on with their body, told her no apologies were necessary; only her continued dedication to the regimen.
The rest of the day proceeded in accordance to plan with only minimal disturbances, which at that point was literally the best thing they could hope for, and indeed the best-case scenario; that this held true didn't evade notice, and though most of the staff were relieved about the lack of sudden surprises, they were still unsure about what the future might hold. The next few days would be critical, and any misstep was sure to end up costing them dearly; still, with Beth there to help, and Linda learning to shut up about her having to try and do squats against her chest, things were looking bright for once.
Even when they inevitably became worse, it wasn't as bad as it could've possibly been; the fact that the new orders would eventually lead to Linda struggling immensely with the strain placed on her body wasn't at all a surprise, and everyone had been mentally preparing for when the wave of complaints would arrive and be there to stay. And while such a thing did come to pass, it wasn't anything that more sedatives didn't solve or, barring that, getting Beth to climb up to where Linda was so that the two of them could find some way to resolve things without the use of drugs… all while the attendant staff kept a close eye on them via the CCTV network, just to make sure the half-panda wasn't feeding the full one some of her own milk. Beth's newfound lactation had been a source of concern ever since it came into reality, though to her credit, the newest hybrid was dealing surprisingly well with it; only once had there been a spillage incident, and that one was entirely the fault of the equipment, not the user, not to mention how Beth herself insisted that everyone she produced and removed from herself be immediately destroyed, lest it fall into the wrong hands. Rue, as well as everyone else involved in the project, was more than happy to abide by her wishes, considering the… results.
What Rivtech was doing with Linda was not necessarily the result of the soulless corporate environment born out of the minds of executives far away from the realities of their actions, but rather a rather complex process of damage control; while the previous teams had been busy trying to contain Linda's unfortunate growth spurts, another, smaller group had been assembled, away from the main one, and tasked with attempting to monetize the "milk issue" that had arisen from the panda's many growthsplosions and passive production. This task force was dissolved within a month, as it quickly became clear that not only was Linda's milk extremely addictive to anyone who drank it, but it ran the risk of severely harming hormone production, seemingly at complete random, thus completely ruining the company's plans to expand their pharmaceutical production. Therefore, Rue and her team were more than happy to discard Beth's particular brand of cream before Rivtech could ever get their hands on it, lest they end up creating some sort of human subspecies by complete accident.
The biggest change that came with the new plan was, of course, Linda's size. The two conjoined warehouses turned out to be an even better decision than first anticipated, because she'd end up needing them before the second day was out. Even when taking into account the plugging, the sedatives, the psychological help from Beth and even the reduced caloric intake, both of the panda's colossal mounds had continued to swell with their lactic productivity, taking up so much room that it had become effectively impossible to go around them, as the pressure they exerted against the walls was so high that anyone caught between those mountains of flesh and the metal plates would inevitably be injured by their crushing grip.
Up above, the halfway mark to the upper ceiling was quick to be reached, with Linda slightly panicking about the possibility that she might end up smushed against it, an idea that took several hours and a concerted effort by both Beth and Rue to dislodge from the panda's head; as it turned out, the longer they went, the more fixated Linda became on her own inability to proceed, a paradoxical belief given the blatantly obvious and observable. Yet, with every minute that went by, Linda became more certain that the next one would be the last one; she'd explode, she'd burst, the plugs would give in or a great number of other things would all happen at once or one at a time, depending on how she was feeling. The end result, however, would be the same: a final explosion of size so incalculable that no building would be able to hold her.
This, more than anything else, was the focus of Rue's attention from the moment the idea crystallized within her main test subject's brain, for she knew that the longer it was allowed to fester, the more likely it was to become reality. Linda was already starting to resist the sedatives she was given, forcing the team to resort to stronger ones and potentially risk an addictive response, but even the short moments where she wasn't actively dosed with something meant to calm her down would be enough to send the whole experiment spiralling out of control unless they successfully put a stop to her quasi-apocalyptic predictions.
It was important that Linda be convinced that things were going to be fine, that she was going to make it, and that all she needed to do was keep breathing and eventually it would all be over; the goal was no longer to make her smaller, but to simply stop her from getting any bigger, something that risked happening at basically any moment. The panda was actively encouraged to forgo the future and focus purely on each moment, on how she was alive and well now, in a constant present that stretched out for as long as Beth was there to help keep her focus; remove the half-human from the equation, and panic was quick to set in, forcing the smaller of the two to be on constant watch, lest her partner go completely off the rails.
But there was a silver lining to it all, even if it was purely a tentative one: despite everything, despite the growth and pain and complaints, despite the amount of room being insufficient and Linda's steadfast belief that she was "growing into a trash compactor", her milk production was slowing down. Not necessarily by any significant amount, but just enough to fit into the calculated projections that had, by that point, been stamped onto at least five different PowerPoint presentations and ten physical copies for safekeeping; it wasn't nearly enough that they could rest easy, or even expect it to stop, but it was the first time in months that things had gone entirely according to plan… which itself indicated that whatever manic method Rue had used to come up with her conclusions, it worked, and everyone there was well on-course to finally reaching some form of proper conclusion to that saga.
That said, Linda was still producing milk at a truly staggering rate compared to what would be considered normal, and thus continued to fill up the warehouse to the point where temporary catwalks and small lifts had to be assembled hastily in order to allow the project's staff to access every part of the panda's body that wasn't already squishing itself against the walls; reaching the warehouse in itself became more difficult with time, given that Linda's sheer size meant she was starting to invade the service lift, and if not for the unexpected help of a dozen or so forklifts all pushing in one direction, she would've completely blocked the way in by the start of the third day.
All of this took a significant toll on her mental health, which was just about the one thing that wasn't going according to the plan set forth by Dr. Adams; no matter how many sedatives were given or how much Beth tried her best to calm the panda down, it was clear that Linda was not reacting well to what was happening to her. At her very best and most controlled, she was still reduced to begging for someone to milk her, tears flowing freely as she declared herself "too full" and expressed nothing but utter dread and terror at the prospect of having her tits blow up from overfilling, even when everyone present told her that it wouldn't happen. At worst… the noise-cancelling headgear was brought back for those times, and only Beth would be allowed direct access to the colossal panda gal, often for upwards of an hour before she calmed down enough that normal procedures could carry on.
Much to Rue's surprise (and immense relief), Beth herself was holding steadfast in her decision to be there for her partner. She was obviously affected by their outbursts, as was everyone else, but while Adams sought refuge in her office and the interns and assistants all took turns not being there, Beth refused to leave Linda's side, firm as a rock and as unflinching as steel, one hand always on top of the panda's head, another on their cheek, ready to whisper sweet nothings into their ears and let them know that everything was fine, everything was going to be fine, and they would both be leaving the compound to live a normal life afterwards.
Linda wasn't sane enough to really internalize anything she was told, but there was a certain something flashing in her eyes that Beth chose to interpret as being a spark of understanding; somewhere, deep beneath the moaning and complaining and crying and sobbing and who knew what else, Linda was still there, and Linda knew what she was being told. It was the only explanation Beth could come up with for why, despite the constant outpouring of fear and terror, the panda never went any further than verbally complaining about things, when reasonably she should've done something far more drastic by that point; clearly, the only solution to that non-dilemma was that, at some level, Beth was getting through to her… so she was going to keep getting through to her, even if it meant skipping a meal or going a whole night without sleeping.
Day three was the worst of the lot, but it was the turning point that Rue was expecting it to be. With milk production slowing down overall and the expansion process beginning to halt, it looked as if things were finally going to reach some sort of positive milestone, even if there were a great number of issues that were still left unresolved, such as, but not limited to, the greatest elephant in the room: how to shrink Linda down. Truth be told, Adams had no plan for that; the whole stress-testing procedure had been her Hail Mary, the one last thing she had to give to the project before throwing her arms in the air and walking away, and her attention had been so focused on making that work that never once had she thought about what would happen afterwards.
The one goal in mind was to keep Linda from growing even more, and whatever happened next was, frankly, not really a priority for either her, Rivtech, or the future of that research line; now that something had finally gone according to plan, however, the relief that the good doctor felt upon knowing that her calculations were correct began to be overridden by the looming realization that she had absolutely no clue where to go to from there. Would they just keep Linda in observation and wait to see if something changed? Perhaps they'd start milking her slowly and stop the moment any growth or lactation overdrive was noticed, or maybe they'd throw caution to the wind and allow her to experience a climax at that size. Who knew? Certainly not her.
As the third day reached its end and the final few inches of Linda's bust were added to her body, Rue locked herself in her office with a stack of papers on one side of the desk and a mug of extra-strength coffee on the other, with orders given not to disturb her unless her attention was absolutely required. Several stories down below, the unending complaints coming from the panda's by-then tired throat had also begun to diminish, though it was difficult to tell whether it was because the pain was going away or she was simply too tired to continue. Shortly after a very sparse dinner that, as usual, left Linda feeling hungrier than before, she confirmed the latter hypothesis by collapsing from exhaustion, not to wake up until several hours past the usual time; Beth would remain faithfully by her side until she was certain her partner was sound asleep, only then allowing herself to gently snuggle up beside them and go under herself.
In perhaps the greatest capstone that the research time had ever seen, the moment they held each other in their arms was the instant the churning simply… stopped. Like a switch being flipped, the noises vanished, the reverb dying after a few moments and the whole warehouse complex becoming deathly quiet. And, for once, it didn't stop being quiet a few minutes later; first ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty, then sixty, and nothing came back. The churning had stopped, sometime after nine o'clock at night, and suddenly things were going to be fine.
The fourth day dawned, and Rue had been up for so long that she had stopped counting. The stack of papers was missing, replaced with a similar amount of crumpled-up sheets bearing the scribbles of a madwoman who couldn't get her brain to listen to her; no matter how many times she attempted to drum up a workable idea, an hypothesis that she could follow through and use for the inevitable shrinking period, nothing came up. Nothing but a single, repeating idea that kept intruding upon her headspace no matter how many times she tried to kick it away: go back to the original notes.
The first researcher assigned to the project had been around when the panda had been just that: a panda. No massive, warehouse-filling pair of breasts, no problems with excessive lactation that defied all known physics, no contamination of other test subjects by sheer presence or addictive milk; rather, these were the notes taken by someone who truly believed that they could fully reverse the genetic damage caused to Linda, not to mention someone who had written down several potential paths that they could go down after the initial growth spurt that kickstarted this whole misadventure to begin with.
Rue had convinced herself that she didn't need to see them, that her own ideas were enough and going back would only lead to more damage being done, like it always had. But as the hours passed and her brain came up dry for new conceptualizations, it became harder to deny that maybe there was some merit in looking to the past for answers to the future; if nothing else, at least Simmons wasn't an incompetent buffoon picked purely for his usefullness in internal company politics.
That said, there wasn't a lot there that she didn't already think of herself; having spent the better part of three or so hours going through every note that Simmons left behind on what to do going forward, the best that Adams could really come up with was to just remove the plugs and see what happened afterwards. Might result in Linda shrinking, might lead to another episode, it was hard to tell, but something had to happen… she just didn't know what. At the very least, her actual plan had come to fruition without a hitch, and she could be happy for that (after she had a good night's rest, at least); Rue could very much walk up to the Board of Directors, shove the results in their face and demand a pay-raise, and there'd be a non-zero chance she might actually receive it! Still, it was best not to start the party just yet; the fourth day was about to start, and they now had the most important twenty-four hours ahead of them. If the slowdown period was a success, then the stabilization one had to be as well; Linda had stopped, now she had to remain still.
Several stories down, the panda woke up. For the first time in what she believed were years, she felt… fine. Not good, not great, not necessarily pleasant, but fine. There was no unyielding pressure trying to make her explode from within, no immense heat that threatened to boil her as her milk turned to steam, no sense of impending doom born from the realization that her body was going out of control, just… fine. She still felt uncomfortable, but it was the sort of malaise that came with sleeping the wrong way, or having exercised far too much when one's body wasn't ready for it. Bad, but could be worse, and that was its own small victory, given the sort of condition she was in.
Linda recalled her actions for the previous couple of days, seriously regretting every life decision that led up to them and hoping that, if nothing else, then everyone present could agree to simply never bring it up again, lest her embarrassment swallow her whole. And with this came the recollections involving Beth, and the realization that she'd been there the whole time; in fact, looking to her side revealed that the half-human hybrid was still there, sleeping soundly, even if her stomach was grumbling loudly at the lack of nourishment. That complete idiot had stuck with her throughout the worst of her growth process, forgoing rest and food for the sake of keeping her on just the right side of sanity to allow her to push through to the other side, and despite knowing they could leave her alone after she fell asleep, Beth nevertheless insisted on remaining there, enveloped by breastflesh on almost every side.
She was an idiot. But… she was her idiot. And it was unfair to say that Linda regretted her every life choice, because at least a couple of them led to her meeting Beth, and a life without that precious idiot of hers would just not be a life at all. The panda felt like crying again, but knew better; the time for crying was over.
Now was the time for recovery.
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No one quite remembered just when or how things had gone wrong, only that, in one moment, everything was perfectly fine, and in the next, reality itself seemed to implode as the entire structure of the multiverse came crashing down on itself. Some claimed that the top gods (or top god, as the case may be) had finally gotten tired of curating their realms, while others still swore up and down that what had taken place was just part of the natural cycle of existence, and they just happened to be unlucky enough to go through the worst bits.
Whatever the case may be, the fact of the matter was that the surviving pockets where things could be were radically altered as a result of the collapse, and with contact between individual universes either cut or severely restricted, each cosmos was left to stick out for themselves; it certainly didn't help that travel within each reality was also made all-but impossible thanks to the enormous amount of dimensional disturbances, effectively leaving every world to fend for itself when before they could rely on a multiversal supply chain that no one thought could physically be disrupted.
One of the oddest alterations to the underlying fabric of existence, however, was that physicality in general became… different. One could be forgiven for thinking that whatever god exploded in the great beyond happened to be one of fertility, since while the vast majority of things in general remained unaltered, organic bodies for sentient creatures underwent a colossal transformation, and quite literally at that; there used to be something akin to an average when it came to bodily proportions, with it being possible to determine what was "small" and what was "large". Very occasionally, someone would be born with the right genetic sequence to unlock some sort of extreme propensity for immense proportions, with the general belief being that it had something to do with how their multiversal cluster had been created by a deity in a moment of sexual gratification; whatever the case may be, this belief turned into nothing short of a certainty when, after the great collapse, thoughts of averages or decency went straight down the drain, when everyone, quite literally everyone alive was turned into a significantly larger version of themselves.
Everything, from busts multiplying in size, to packages that grew more numerous and productive, linked together with cocks large enough to crush large trucks, along with a general increase in overall size, meant that the smallest people around were still larger than what "hypers" had been back before the multiverse had its little oopsie. Trying to explain this was all-but impossible, at least until the gods themselves bothered to show up and actually provide some much-needed clarification on what had even happened, so most folk simply moved on with their lives and did their best to adapt to their new state; it wasn't easy, especially with how the disparity between "normal" individuals and plus-sized ones was still there, only exacerbated further by how the baseline had shifted so much.
If hypers used to just be large enough to get stuck in doors, now they were walking disaster areas waiting to happen, barely holding onto their own bodies through a combination of willpower, compression equipment, and a great heaping dose of sexual relief at several points in the day. It wasn't enough for them to just live their lives normally; they had to be fully drained and serviced at just about any time they wanted, or else the consequences would be catastrophic on a very, very large scale.
And if that wasn't enough, the instability caused by the multiverse collapsing caused a new phenomenon to rear its ugly head: they were mostly called "rifts", or variations thereof, and were localized spatiotemporal distortions that appeared without warning, absent any explanation, and refused to go away until someone dove into them and cleared out whatever was maintaining it from the inside. It made little sense that these tears in spacetime always led into some kind of dungeon complex, not unlike what one might find in an adventure game; perhaps the entity (or, heavens forfend, entities) responsible for them were just trying to have fun with their new playthings, poking and prodding at the lowly mortals they were tormenting in order to derive as much sick pleasure out of it as possible… or, perhaps, the god or gods responsible for the multiversal collapse had made such a mess of things that the whole thing had turned into one huge series of narrative tropes turned inside out and upside down, with the very story that made up their meta-existence altered to better fit the framework created with the post-apocalyptic setting they found themselves in.
Regardless of what the reason may be, however, something clearly had to be done, seeing as the rifts weren't going anywhere unless someone went in, cleared the dungeon within, then closed the whole thing for good; and in one particular case, in one particular world, the answer came in a rather unorthodox form. While each individual planet had to take care of their problems in their own, unique way, for the one watched over by what remained of that universe's divine bureaucracy, the answer was simple: assembling the best and the brightest folk around, then organizing them in strike teams to tackle as many rifts as possible.
It took a while before the various Legendaries, reeling from the trauma of being disconnected from their meta-universal progenitors, to get their shit together for long enough to devise a plan of action, but as soon as they managed, as soon as they focused their intellects towards assembling a group of experts who could handle the rifts as "boots on the ground", so to speak, the tides began turning almost immediately. Granted, the problem turned out to be somewhat less catastrophic than initially assumed, given that with larger forms came larger powers, turning what should have been a challenge into a cakewalk most of the time, but at least there was order, and from order could come progress.
That is, until one trio in particular walked into the scene, under the auspices of a Mewtwo goddess in charge of one of the world's regions; while initially the idea of sending the most powerful of her demi-god sons down onto the world itself to participate in the rift-delving project was far too much for her to even consider, the deity eventually came around to it once the Espeon, having decided that regular methods wouldn't work, set about reminding his mother just what sort of "opportunities" were waiting for him down below.
After all, he had been quite blessed by his divine heritage; even within the realm of the excessive, his was a form that would stand out in any crowd, given that, even at his absolute smallest, he was still ludicrously huge… below the waist, that is. He might only be ten feet tall, and his upper body might be entirely unremarkable, but if ever there was someone who could be called pear-shaped, it was him: the ass he sported was large enough to compete with just about anyone, really, and if he didn't get it stuck in doors, it was only because he had smashed straight through them. One could easily sink half of their arm into each cheek and still find enough pudge to keep going, inviting those who were braver than most to approach him, enabling the Espeon to deliver his true prize; for despite the fact that his ass was as massive as it was, it still only ranked third behind the other two immense weights that Harris had down below: those being his two nuts and that colossal pillar of meat he called a dick.
The latter was, by all accounts, absurd in size: even when fully flaccid, the Espeon could still pick it up and pull it towards himself, using it as a full-sized body pillow; though it may be entirely soft, it was still as big as he was, leaving no room for the imagination when it came to picturing what it would be like when pumped full of blood. His nuts, too, were so gargantuan in comparison with the rest of his frame that it was a wonder he could even walk properly at all; unbeknownst to most, the Espeon did have to resort to his divine heritage in order to make it easier to move without going through a climax with each step.
All in all, however, a set of blessings that made it clear to any watching that the demi-god fucked, and would happily throw himself at whoever asked him to, several times in a row, unending, bottomless, until he was asked for mercy by someone who clearly was in way over their head. And that was exactly what he reminded his mom: that down below, in the lands wracked by dimensional disturbances, was a literal world of opportunities for her to watch as her son plowed his way through the planet, fixing rifts by day and ruining beds by night, among other, even more crass and disturbingly scandalous claims.
Even worse was how the Mewtwo goddess herself eventually caved in and join in on the fun, with the two deities going out of their way to make their intentions fully clear to one another on a daily basis until, at long last, Harris' mom relented and let him join up with the project… on the condition that she get to pick who was on his team. Beside himself with glee, the Espeon fully agreed without even thinking of what that truly meant, only to then later on be met with the consequences of his actions, in the form of his first teammate: an Alakazam who was even bigger than he was. Height and package only though, as Harris was still the undisputed king when it came to ass size, which was perfectly fine as far as he cared, since he could finally put his cheeks to good use hotdogging a cock large enough to actually service him properly; given the sheer gargantuan girth of those things, each one being of sufficient width that Harris could feel the ground even while standing up fully, that was certainly saying something.
That this was the first thing he told Lee, the Alakazam he was meant to work with, set them off on a rather unorthodox business relationship, but for his part, Lee himself took the comment in stride; it wasn't every day that he himself got to meet someone who was his equal in terms of raw size (even if not intellect), and besides, he had been looking for new and novel ways to unwind in between assignments, ever since his latest team was disbanded following an unfortunate string of injuries that sent most of them to the recovery ward for several months.
With nothing better to do, Lee, though he was thoroughly stunned after being approached by a literal goddess, agreed to act as the "retainer" for the Mewtwo's progeny, thinking he was about to meet some sheltered divine aristocrat, rather than the rambunctiously raunchy Espeon that went out of their way to start being as lewd as possible right out the gate. Together, the two of them would make a fine team indeed; with Harris' connection to the gods and Lee's immense analytical skills, they could easily delve into any rift dungeon and face any challenge it might throw at them. In fact, they would very quickly form a much deeper relationship that bordered on the downright romantic, creating for themselves a dynamic that appeared unbreakable... if not for the third person assigned to their team.
This one wasn't given to them by the Mewtwo goddess, but rather another member of the surviving celestial hierarchy, who saw in Lee and Harris an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. At first glance, the Growlithe was… well, she was frankly far too big, to be fair. Even without getting into all the additional details that made her into a problem that even the gods couldn't contain, Mina was huge, topping out at about thirty-five feet in height (but never lower than thirty; how exactly her height varied on an hour-to-hour basis was never really explained) and possessed of curves that most people would kill for: a bust large enough to cover her entire upper body and spill over several feet on each side of their torso (with some generous coverage of her legs as well), going down to a plump bottom that, while still not as large as the Espeon's in proportion, was definitely so in absolute terms, leaving Harris ever-so-slightly envious of it; to wrap it up, her form was adorned in musculature so perfectly defined, so well-sculpted and amazingly shaped, that just from glancing at Mina, anyone could tell she'd be capable of bending whatever theoretically strongest alloy there could ever exist without even realizing she was doing so.
Of course, such a body required ample nourishment in order to be maintained, and given the level of power she had access to, this translated into Mina needing to consume several hundred times her body weight in food every single meal, which eventually led to most of the region's supply chain being repurposed to feed her exclusively, given the nutritional requirements she had hanging over her. Thankfully, her ample bosom produced enough milk to substitute all of this food and then some, and though a switch to an all-milk diet was extremely taxing at first, the populace eventually grew to appreciate it, especially since it caused residual growth over medium-to-long periods of time, almost as if Mina was so large that she had to share her very size with others.
Add to all this a myriad of additional capabilities that bordered on the ludicrous, and it was clear why that interloping god decided to throw her in with the newly-formed Harris-Lee team: not only was the Growlithe extremely fast, to the point of being able to break the speed of light just via a casual stroll, but her intellect eclipsed that of Lee's, who fancied himself the second-smartest Pokémon in his region (and for good reason, given Mina's existence). In many ways, she didn't really need a team; not only was she more than capable of effectively closing every rift for hundreds of miles around without even breaking a sweat, and all of them near-simultaneously as well, but she could do so while taking time off to help fix whatever random problems the populace had been having that day, all without anyone even noticing she had been there to begin with.
This caused plentiful headaches for the celestial hierarchy, who were desperate to come up with an explanation as to why this Growlithe, who hadn't even evolved yet, could surpass them in terms of sheer power when they weren't even a demi-goddess, let alone a full deity. It was their hope, and eventually the Mewtwo's as well, that Harris and Lee would serve as "anchors" of a sort, keeping Mina under control, operating within strict guidelines, and, most importantly, away from any Fire Stones that might possibly get near her. Not that anyone thought Mina would abuse the inevitable surge of power, but their world was already battered enough, and certainly didn't need a giantess ascending to hyper-godhood to add to its extensive list of troubles.
This was, of course, a complete waste of time on the celestial hierarchy's part, because the last thing on Mina's mind was to do something as silly as go on a growth rampage; that would be extremely rude of her without making sure everyone was perfectly fine with it first! Besides, as much as the gods "above" her liked to think otherwise, they weren't exactly in a position where they could enforce any demands; the Growlithe was fast enough that she could feasibly just run around the planet and collect every Fire Stone in existence in under a minute or so if she truly wanted it, and there wasn't anything anyone could do to stop her.
That she hadn't yet evolved into an Arcanine was her choice, no one else's, but Mina being Mina, she decided to let everyone think they had a lot more agency than they did; not out of a desire for subterfuge, but mostly because it made everyone else more comfortable, and that was all that mattered in the end. So it was that the three of them were grouped together and informed they would be handling rift missions going forward, with Lee and Harris being surreptitiously informed that their real job was to accompany Mina and make sure she didn't get her hands on a Fire Stone.
The Mewtwo goddess, for all that she was more than happy to joke around with Harris in ways that would be seen as downright scandalous by most regular-thinking folk, was utterly terrified of the idea of what might happen should the Growlithe evolve; thus, while she was content to let the most grandiose of her progeny go around acting the hero, she made sure to remind him that he was still of divine lineage, and being so, part of his role was to ensure the stability of the world around him.
Sometimes this meant doing nothing and letting mortals go about resolving their own issues; others, it required direct intervention, sometimes even the kind that would let the Espeon sit on someone to remind them of how comfy his ass was. And, very rarely, the job entailed holding a leash and hoping to the heavens above that the beast at the end of it didn't tug too harshly. Of course, Harris refused to see it as such; having met Mina, he was reasonably certain she wouldn't do something as stupid as take a Fire Stone unprompted… though not entirely sure, which left enough of a twinge of doubt that he occasionally found himself glancing sideways at the Growlithe whenever the two of them were in the same room together.
How exactly Lee managed to avoid doing this was anyone's guess; the Alakazam was surprisingly well-adjusted for someone who was consistently shown up in whatever he tried doing by someone who wasn't even putting in any effort, with him being suspiciously fine with the notion of merely being second-best to Mina in just about anything and everything. When questioned, Lee would stare back at Harris quizzically, as if the notion that he should be envious was so absurd that he didn't even process it properly; as the man put it, surpassing Mina was something even the gods failed to do, and as much as he was a fifteen-foot behemoth of a beef monster possessed of extraordinary psychic abilities, he was still a mortal.
If the divine beings who watched over them failed to contain Mina, what hope did he have? Besides, the Growlithe herself was nothing if not the physical incarnation of friendless and altruism; more than once, Lee found himself struggling with some random domestic task, only to blink and find it complete, along with a note with Mina's handwriting on it telling him "that one was on the house". He'd grown accustomed to it, and as he told the Espeon, so too should they; much as Harris was vastly more powerful than their own progenitress, Mina was equally above them on the power ladder as well, so trying to compete would just end in misery. Plus, the Growlithe didn't want to compete; she was there because she wanted to help people, not get involved in metaphorical pissing contests, so no, he wasn't envious of her. If anything, Lee aspired to be like Mina, since heavens above knew that the amount of self-control the giantess had to have in order to avoid abusing their powers was far and away much higher than anything the Alakazam himself had.
Hell, he was thinking that while Harris was getting busy wrapping their whole body around his cock, with the beefy giant having once more failed to say no when the demigod presented their ass and forced him to full mast; honestly, if that was what their life was going to be together… well, the Alakazam would've liked to finish that thought, but it would've been a damnable lie; he wouldn't trade Harris for anything else in the world. Nevertheless, they did still have a job to do, and though it took a long while before a sufficiently dangerous rift opened that it justified calling the trio up, they'd eventually be summoned to handle one of the biggest tears ever recorded; fittingly, it had opened in one of the most nondescript places possible: a seemingly random house in the suburbs of the capital city under the Mewtwo's coverage.
There was absolutely nothing about it that would justify what happened to the interior; the poor owner just showed up one day after work, opened the front door, and suddenly found themselves staring at a colossal active volcano, far larger than anything on their world. They even tried closing and reopening the door on the off-chance that they had just imagined it, but it was no use; no matter how many times they slammed it shut and pulled it back, whenever they peeked inside all they saw was rock, brimstone, and copious amounts of magma. Given the presence of "active hostile entities", as central command liked to call them, within the rift itself, preliminary scouting placed the danger level of the dimensional disturbance so high that they literally had no classification for it other than appendixing several plus signs to the highest one they did have.
Just the kind of challenge for those three, really, and indeed a fine way of ascertaining whether or not they could properly work as a team, or if their ability to coordinate would die faster than any pair of pants Harris tried putting on. The Espeon made sure to teleport himself and Lee to the very front of the house, it being far too dangerous, even for him, to try and breach the rift directly by using his own psychic powers; naturally, Mina was already there, leaning against the house and somehow not crushing it underneath her immense heft. At no point did the Espeon or Alakazam wonder how the Growlithe was supposed to fit through the opening; Mina had a near-supernatural ability to just manage, almost like her whole body was as malleable as molten rubber.
It didn't matter if it was a regular, person-sized door or a literal keyhole, the Growlithe somehow always got inside wherever she wanted to be, which had been quite the surprise for the two lovers when they thought they were by their lonesome and were shocked to hear a horribly embarrassed gasp when Mina accidentally walked in on them doing unspeakable things to one another. As per usual, the Growlithe gave the two of them a nod before turning to face the door, and a blink later, she was gone; both Harris and Lee knew that, by the time they finished processing that fact, Mina was most likely already done with the assignment, but that didn't stop them from heading in anyway.
It was what they found on the other side that set off multiple alarm bells in their head, as both of them felt it the moment they closed the door behind them: a Fire Stone. It made sense, seeing as they were at the base of a colossally oversized volcano spewing enough lava to cover entire cities, but at no point did either of them stop to think of the odds; now that they had, it was too late, as Mina will had most likely either stumbled onto the evolution-inducing stone, or, more likely, deliberately sought it out herself.
The two had a single moment to panic, where every stray thought that could go through their heads did so: the sizes Mina would reach, the power she would wield, how it would so thoroughly destabilize the pocket dimension they were in that it would most likely collapse, killing all of them instantly. They could see it now: the Growlithe's face, appearing on the other side of the volcano's rim as their body grew and grew and grew endlessly, radiant and resplendent, far too welcoming for its own good, while the two of them sat there powerless to even slow it down, let alone put a stop to it. But the moment was just that: a moment. As soon as it was over, who else would appear before them but Mina herself, just as big as she'd always been, sweating slightly thanks to the extra-strength workout she had just put herself through.
"Yeah, sorry about that, had to rescue everyone who got stuck," she stated matter-of-factly, swishing her tail to reveal dozens of people safely held within its soft floof, "could you believe there was a whole town of people here? Must've been taken from somewhere else when the rift opened, and why are you staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong? Oh heavens, did I forget someone oh gods above no I'll go right back I'm so sorry listen I-"
"No, no!" Harris cut through, interrupting the Growlithe's incoming ramble before it had a chance to truly start, "It's just…"
The Espeon looked to the side, where Lee was doing much the same to him. Could it be that Mina truly didn't know? She seemed confused enough by their reactions that it could be the case, but surely if the two of them felt the Fire Stone's presence, then the one person who could most benefit from it would have as well. Yet, despite this, there was always the remote chance that it wasn't the case, and that Harris, in attempting to explain himself, would only end up making things worse. But he had to say it; he'd started the sentence, and it wouldn't feel right to leave it hanging after that.
"Mina, there's a uh… there's a Fire St-"
"Oh, that!" the Growlithe immediately interjected, "Yeah, I figured I shouldn't touch it, no worries; had a bit of a chat with the big boys upstairs and they told me to hold off on taking one of those. I mean, I don't want to either, too much of a hassle, you know? Wait, is that why you look so worried? Did you honestly think I was gonna take the Fire Stone and use it?"
From the tone of her voice, Mina was mixing equal parts incredulity and glee, looking as if she was a single second away from breaking out into a fit of cackling. To her credit, she successfully held off on it, swallowing plenty of giggles before she carried on.
"I keep telling you that you don't need to worry about me, I'm not gonna go nuts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go fix the rift so we can go back."
"Did you find out what's causing it?" Lee mused, figuring he might as well pretend like he was still doing something. In response, Mina nodded, taking the time to sprint to the front door's location in order to drop off all the people she rescued in between one breath and the next.
"Yeah, it's the lava," the Growlithe replied after arriving back at where Lee hadn't noticed she was even gone from, "it's anomalous, and there's a lot of it; I took a dunk in it just to see how far it went, and I think we might have a planetary core down there, it's a big one."
"A… I'm sorry, what?" Harris interjected, unable to process what he'd just heard.
"Yeah, there's a whole planet's core worth of magma down there, so I'm gonna go fix it," Mina replied, apparently not realizing the absurdity of what she was saying, "you guys get outside, this will only take a minute.
And with that, she was off. True to her word, the Growlithe didn't wait before she dunked her head back into the lava pool down below, giving Harris and Lee a perfect view of what she intended to do to "fix" the rift: apparently gulp down the entirety of the anomalous magma. It was a ridiculous way to go about it, but no one was going to stop her, certainly not the two people entrusted to do so; they (correctly) deduced they were better off getting out of dodge as quickly as they could before the dimension collapsed as a result of its anchor point being swallowed like a cheap drink, just barely squeezing out the front door before they felt the first signs of the rift closing. And again, for a moment, they allowed themselves to panic, for surely Mina would never be able to survive something like that, even if she was the one to cause it; and a moment later, Mina was standing right next to them, the front door left open to reveal a perfectly ordinary house interior.
The Growlithe, meanwhile, was anything but. It took a moment before it registered, but Harris and Lee did eventually come to process that their partner was actually bigger than they had been just a few seconds prior; much bigger, in fact, nearing fifty feet in height and with a pair of breasts big enough to cover almost everything down to her unusually-oversized paws, which had similarly bwoompfed out to a point where they could easily stamp down on either of the two males with a single toe. With a delighted look on her face, Mina wiped the last few droplets of magma from her lips, before giving her belly a couple of pats and letting out a long, extremely hot sigh.
"It's been a while since I've had a drink that large. That was fun! We should do that more often!"
She once more turned to face Harris and Lee, momentarily surprising herself with the difference in perspective. Somehow, she didn't seem to find this important enough to note, especially given her tone when she spoke again was nothing if not conversational.
"Oh, sorry, guess I got carried away. You guys wanna go out for lunch to celebrate?
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Belial: Catastrophe
Sonya sighed and looked at the vial on the table once more. It was not yet too late to return it to the alchemist and get her money back, to go on with her life as it had been before.
She had a good, steady client base, but there was room for expansion. The new establishment down the street had a nicer working environment, higher pay, a better location. It also lacked the history of an occasional incident that had taken place infrequently over the years of the club's existence.
Though Sonya didn't think that the new place would manage to avoid collecting... unpleasant customers forever, at the moment there was nothing to dissuade shy clients who had heard the stories of what had happened, and would like to avoid the place, just because of the slim chance that a misbehaving demon might show up when they went.
The problem was that the club and the brothel associated with it was one that featured transformed dancers and prostitutes. With her reputation and client base, the new club had wanted her in an instant; the only problem was that she needed to be... something else.
It wasn't the altering her body thing that bothered Sonya, it was the fact that transformational magics were expensive, and also very difficult and easy to go awry. If she could have just gone from being a normal human one moment, to something else the next, it wouldn't have been a problem.
But there were possibilities of side effects. Not least of all turning into something like some of the patrons and staff had become during one of the... incidents at the club.
The small vial in front of her, filled with a purple-white pearlescent fluid that glowed softly, had been prepared by an alchemist that her potential new boss had recommended. It had dug into Sonya's savings to acquire it, it was worth two months pay, but the owner of the new club would reimburse her for it.
The alchemist had been kind, helping her to plan a form for herself that she would enjoy; something cuddly, inoffensive, and unlike several of the other workers at the club, lacking gratuitous additional genitalia.
Sonya was comfortable with her selection, rather confidant that the form she had chosen would help her a great deal in her work. Though it was not forced, it seemed to be implied from all the other prostitutes at the club that being of a hermaphroditic nature.
She let out a soft sigh and gritted her teeth as she reached for the vial. She'd heard varying accounts of the transformation process, it had been painful for some, incredibly pleasurable for others.
Closing her eyes, Sonya removed the cork and drank the contents down.
Though left out, the prepared d-cum mixture was still body-heat warm as it entered her mouth. The warmth seemed to spread over her tongue as she swallowed, the sensation spreading down her throat and belly.
Sonya began to remove her clothes, although she had not mentioned any sort of changes in size and wasn't expecting any radically different shape changes; she figured she might as well play it safe. Plus she would get to watch all the changes as they happened.
She looked over every inch of her toned, lithe, well-built body, trying to locate the first hint of the change. But oddly enough the first hint that the substance was affecting her came as a feeling, not as an alteration.
Sonya drew in a deep breath as her body broke out into a flush, her skin reddening with internal heat. She sighed as she felt herself overcome with arousal and need. She had somewhat expected this, and she withdrew to the bedroom so that she could slake her body's thirst for pleasure in comfort.
The covers were quickly stripped from the bed, allowing Sonya to recline on the soft, cool silken sheets. It was then that she felt the first change.
As she looked down she saw the small nub of her clitoris, suddenly not quite so small, and no longer a nub. It was about two inches long and looked well on its way to becoming a cock.
Deciding to coax it along, she took it between her thumb and forefinger, stroking it gently. Even the small, gentle sensations caused Sonya to moan and buck her hips with delight. It was incredibly sensitive, but it was not the sort of over-sensitivity that made one suffer discomfort rather than pleasure.
If this was what having a cock would feel like, Sonya thought that the change would be well worth it. The caresses seemed to spur on the growth of her new member, and within moments Sonya was stroking it not merely with fingers, but with her entire hand wrapped around it.
Her length was not quite human, but then again Sonya hadn't expected it to be. Though it retained some human features, the shape overall was bestial, thin and tapering. It had already begun to take on the dark pink-blue tone that Sonya had decided to have the sensual portions of herself colored.
Looking down at her chest Sonya saw that the coloration seemed to be taking effect all over, as her nipples now showed the exotic shade as well. She let out a soft moan as the pleasure from her new organ seemed to increase as the skin upon her palms began soft and smooth.
Sonya inspected her other hand, seeing the pink-blue skin upon it puffing out slowly into a pad. She smiled at the sight and put the softness to work massaging one of her breasts.
She had never been the bustiest worker at her club, but her rack was rather generous, if she had anything to say about it. The soft leather of her palm pad felt heavenly against her bare skin and sensitive nipple, she could only imagine how her female clientele would feel.
Oddly she had more female clients than male, and from her experiences she found that they came to her because she had the reputation of being exceptionally skilled. She seldom used anything but hands and tongue to grant her clients wonderful pleasures. The kind of women Sonya seemed to attract wanted softness, sensuality, caring, and kindness.
They wanted to be held, cuddled, and caressed. Those clients were why Sonya had chosen the feline form that she had. A domestic feline was a very soft, cuddly, and rather feminine creature. It wasn't scary, it wasn't unnatural, and it wasn't slimy, or scaly, or fearsome, or anything of the like.
She could easily enjoy being part feline, being soft and slinky and oh so sensual. Sonya felt a tickle at the base of her spine and rolled onto her side to allow her tail to grow. Her handpaw left her breasts and began to explore the new appendage.
Much like her cock, her tail seemed to respond to her touch, the two foot length seemed to almost be pulled from her body as Sonya gripped the end. Her ears developed a similar tickle and they too found Sonya running her fingertips over them.
She giggled as she felt the triangular tips, felt them grow larger and form into smooth shapes, felt them move high on her head.
Sonya shivered as a strange sensation crept into her muscles and bone; it felt like a nice, luxurious stretch mixed with the pins and needles feeling of an arm or leg fallen asleep. Her muscles and bones let out soft popping sounds as her frame shifted a bit, adding a few touches to her body.
Her fingers and toes grew a little bit, their shape changing to add small, retractable claws, replacing Sonya's nails. Her hips and rump widened and her waist narrowed, an alteration that Sonya had asked for to give her a bit of improvement that her body type wouldn't allow her to proceed beyond.
But the biggest change of all was her fur. Bright pink, thick, and soft, it covered Sonya from head to toe in and instant. She ran her hand over it in delight.
A soft tickle upon her scalp told her of another change she'd asked for; giving herself a long mane of honey-gold hair, the same shade she kept dying her own. Her natural had had a bit of a problem with split ends and in general not being very thin and fine, but the golden tresses that reached down the her thick, fluffy tail were the hair Sonya had always wished that she had.
She purred loudly as she grinned, showing elongated canine teeth as she leaned down, bending herself with feline flexibility in order to see if she could accomplish the feat of taking her member into her mouth.
Sonya found that she could indeed, and what began as an experiment quickly became a new way of pleasuring herself. Her rough tongue felt heavenly on her hybrid shaft, the texture filling Sonya with electrifying delight as she put all her practice and skill at pleasuring a male with her mouth to work upon herself.
The new feline gleefully suckled upon her length, feeling herself approach climax. She felt the last vestiges of her change flowing through her. The soft pulling at her netherlips as a pair of testes formed, the skin puffing outward to contain them, a sheath appearing to contain her member and keep it clean and protected when not in use.
She felt her climax build, and build, and build, and then suddenly it was upon her, an explosive, vibrant, surging pleasure trapped inside her, forcing its was out. Her climax felt strange, she had male clients on a daily basis, and she knew how long the male orgasm was supposed to last.
But her own climax seemed to go on and on, thick torrents of seed filling her mouth, eagerly gulped down her throat. It wasn't until the sensations of both climax and change left her body did she realize what had happened.
As she uncoiled, she suddenly felt the lack of a familiar weight; her breasts had vanished entirely. Eyes wide in horror, her handpaw darted between her legs, hoping that she had retained at least some portion of her femininity. But there was nothing, nothing but smooth, lightly furred skin.
With a soft cry Sonya leapt from her bed and darted to the bathroom, checking herself in the mirror.
She looked almost exactly like she had imagined; a beautiful feline body, pointed ears, a small, cute muzzle with puffy pink-blue lips, waist length golden hair, soft pink fur, a feline-human hybrid member between her legs, wide hips and rump, and a narrowed waist.
She retained a feminine body shape, but completely and utterly lacked all of the parts that identified a woman as a woman. Her body was male, completely and totally male, yet with her hair, her coloration, and her still present curves, she looked just about as feminine as you could get.
Sonya wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. It was true that the majority of her clientele was female, so she wasn't really lacking there. With her tongue, handpaws, and cock she'd most definitely come out ahead in the woman-pleasing department.
But she was completely and utterly lacking the one portion of anatomy that made a woman a woman. She didn't think that most of her male clients would be visiting her. Some might, though it would shame her to no end having to tell them that she wasn't quite a woman anymore.
She sighed and shook her head, continuing to look herself over in the mirror, aside from the two pieces of her human body that she had wished to keep; her new feline form was everything she had hoped for.
Sonya still felt horny as hell, but first things first, she would need to visit the alchemist and see if he could restore her missing assets.
Second would be a trip down to the club to show off her transformed body to her new boss and work out the details of her employment.
If everything went well, she ought to have her missing femininity restored in a week or two.
Worst case scenario would essentially mean focusing exclusively on female clientele. Her new body wasn't horrible, just strange, different, and unexpected. It would work just fine for the career choice she had made.
As she dressed herself, Sonya caught herself instinctively fetching a bra. She looked at the article of clothing in her handpaw for a moment before shrugging and tossing it aside.
Though a little snug in the hips, the casual clothes she had selected fit just fine. She made a note to pick up new belts for her smaller waist, as some things wouldn't hug her hips and stay up.
With her fur, she didn't really require makeup, though she knew she would be using some when she went to work. Sonya merely applied a bit of lip gloss before leaving her apartment, rather enjoying the way her feline body moved.
Every step was smooth and graceful, her tail and rump swaying instinctively from side to side. She admired herself in the bureau mirror by the door. Just looking at her you couldn't tell that she was essentially a male, she looked even more delicate, curvaceous, sensual, and feminine than she had before.
All that was missing that one could see on her clothed body were the breasts, but that in and of itself was not at all unusual. After all, there were woman who were naturally flat chested, after all.
Put her in a skirt, throw on a halter top, or a corset, and put her in a pair of heels and she would be as a stunning of an example of feminine beauty as anyone else.
Sonya's facial fur fluffed in a blush as she felt her arousal rise at the thought; she wasn't sure what it was. The thought of what would essentially be cross-dressing now? The thought of a beautiful woman in skimpy clothing? The possibility of fooling men into lustful thoughts about her?
The new sex kitten wasn't sure at all about the desire her body felt at the thoughts that went through her head. Sometime later she could explore them, but for now she needed to go and see if her issues with a lack of any female gender aspects could be dealt with.
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Sonya sat at the table, looking over the piece of paper in her handpaws one more time. She had visited every alchemist and transformation specialist in the area. They had all given her the same answer.
She snuffled softly and blew her nose onto a napkin. She shook her head and sighed. The latest medical report cinched it. She was going to be stuck a shemale for the rest of her life.
It hadn't upset her up until she'd gotten the first results back from her tests. She didn't put an ounce of effort into dealing with her altered gender because she had thought it to be temporary.
She had adjusted her client base a bit upon switching employers, at first deciding on oral sex only with men, and after having several customers later discover that she was a shemale and swear off the club entirely, she'd cut men from her clientele outright.
Of course there were some that were interested in her, but she didn't feel comfortable with men anymore. Not at work. It felt... weird. She was essentially male now, and she had begun to feel sexual longing for her female clients.
Before it had been all business, and while Sonya had fun, she wasn't into it as much as she had become. She dreamed about it, her member ached when she awoke, her body eager to start the day.
Just thinking about it made her shaft stiffen. Sonya blushed, wishing she had worn pants and not a skirt.
Though she supposed it didn't really matter, after all she was planning on...
She felt a hand on her head, rubbing her playfully behind the ears, before slipping down to her cheek and turning her head into a kiss that made Sonya's tailfur stand on end. She did her best not to cry as she embraced her soon to be ex-boyfriend.
She had been hoping that it wouldn't come to this, that she could have her gender issue fixed and have Kaye be non the wiser about having dated a shemale. But all the alchemists said that she couldn't be fixed.
It didn't take Kaye very long to realize that something was upsetting Sonja. He sat down next to her in the booth and put his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, let it out, what's bothering my shy little kitten?" he said with a smile, playing with the tip of Sonya's tail.
The feline looked at him, and raised a handpaw to his cheek. His looks appealed to her, with his lithe body and long hair he looked equal parts handsome and pretty, and he was nice and liked to cuddle, and shared her taste in books and he wasn't intimidated at all that she worked in the sex industry, nor did he assume that since she gave out pleasure all day, she would be an easy lay, or anything like that.
Sonya couldn't help it, tears darkened her pink fur, "I... we can't date anymore." She said softly, "I.... I've been... trying to fix something about me and..."
Rather than get out the words she merely took his hand and placed it in her lap. "I look like a woman, but I'm... I'm a guy. I've been this gender since the day we met. I've been trying to get it changed, become a herm like I was supposed to, but.." she snuffled loudly.
"But they say I have an unstable morphogenic field. Any transformational effect on me could very well do something completely and totally random. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
The feline slipped away from Kaye, quickly standing and bolting out the door. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, she merely ran until she found herself deep in one of the city's parks, a place where she could be all alone.
She began to sob, letting out all her anger, her frustration, and her loneliness. She was sexually male, but still thought of herself as female. When she looked for a lover, not merely someone to make love to, she still looked for a man. She supposed that in time her mentality might shift over to someone who was...
Her thoughts were detailed by a gentle caress behind her ears. She turned to see Kaye behind her, a bit winded. Her eyes were wide as he reached down and scooped her up, hugging her tightly.
"I know, Sonya. I've known that for weeks now. I've just been waiting for you to trust me enough to tell me about it. I know you're a shemale, and I don't care. I don't love you for your body, I love you for you." He said, kissing her short feline muzzle.
"I don't care if you're a male, female, shemale, herm, neuter, or if you turn into a hulking saber-toothed monstrosity every full moon," he said, helping to improve Sonya's mood with a little teasing, "I want to be with you, no matter what."
"But... but..." Sonya protested.
"But nothing, Sonya; I love you, all of you. And I can prove it to you." He said with a mischievous grin, reaching beneath her skirt and caressing the catboi's still half-erect member.
"You've done this for me a couple of times, and you've never let me do anything for you in return. Like it says on your business cards, 'Leave your pleasure to me.'"
Sonya began to cry once more as Kaye's lips found her own. She leaned back against a tree as her boyfriend embraced her. She began to turn, but Kaye's hand on her shoulder ceased her movement.
"I mean it, kitten, this is for you, only for you." He said, his hand slipping inside Sonya's panties, his fingers curling around her member as he began to coax her to full erection. The catboi mewled softly, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.
Kaye's other hand reached up, stroking Sonya's hair and rubbing a feline ear, making her lean into the caress. He tilted her head to the side, kissing her softly furred neck. The feline clung tightly to him, letting out soft mews and snuffles as her member reached complete arousal.
"This silly thing is what you were afraid to show me? The way you ran off, I was expecting you to be packing something the size of a tree trunk with fearsome spikes that breathed fire." The human teased.
Sonya didn't say anything; she didn't want to say anything. Any words that came out of her mouth were likely to ruin the moment, the beautiful wonderful moment. She couldn't believe it was real, she didn't trust herself to do anything but hug her lover tightly.
Her emotions were a mess, she had been prepared to deal with the crushing devastation of losing Kaye, but instead he had embraced her revelation of gender. She pulled back, just a little bit, looking up into his warm brown eyes.
She couldn't take it any more; Sonya mashed her lips against Kaye's, pushing his hand aside so that she could wrap both her arms around him, and allow him to do the same. She wanted to make love to him so badly, but she wasn't sure how. As he looked into her worried eyes, he seemed to sense the question.
"Don't worry about it; I've had more than a little practice." He said, blushing a little, "If I hear one word out of you about what I'm about to say, I'm going to tickle you senseless."
Sonya couldn't help but giggle as his fingers found their way to her ribs with malicious intent.
"A demon spiked the water supply in our village. It was diluted enough that the changes were relatively minor, and took a few days before they happened. But it was enough to give my mom and sisters some bestial traits, and sex drives like you wouldn't believe."
"My dad couldn't stand what had been done, and left us. I was in the hospital a few towns away, after having my tonsils removed. Everything was cleaned up by the time we got back, but... well... from the age of 14 until I went to college, family fun time was a rather... unique event. I'm used to girls with guy parts, Sonya."
The feline found herself instinctively lifting her tail, the fur on her face fluffed in a blush as she realized what she was doing, "Umm... Kaye?" she said softly, "I... I've never had anal sex before."
She sounded rather embarrassed; she'd never been particularly interested in it. Vaginal sex had some enjoyment for her, and she could do more interesting things with her lips, teeth, tongue, and throat, which made things interesting there as well. There were other girls there that loved that form of penetration, and took on the clients that shared their mutual interest.
Kaye smiled, reaching down and pulling down Sonya's panties, "Don't worry about it, I'll go slow and gentle." He said, stroking the feline's tail.
Sonya gasped as he slid into her, the sensation not at all like she imagined. It was a strange feeling, but also rather good. Her change had altered her mind and her libido a bit, she knew that quite well.
She had always been afraid to act out her fantasies, or give voice to them. She felt wrong in feminine clothing, but it also made her feel horny. Her body said she was crossdressing, and her libido loved the fact.
As Kaye reached beneath her skirt and began to rapidly stroke Sonya's rock-hard shaft, she began to howl with delight. She liked men, she found men sexy, even though her body was in and of itself male. Her mind as still rather feminine, but she supposed that such might be the case for a lot of homosexual males.
Gay sex while dressed up in girly clothes was just about the biggest turn on she could imagine. The contents not matching the wrapper, the way her prick rubbed against the pre-cum slicked leather of her skirt with each thrust, and more.
Sonya had learned that the change had increased her libido and made her a bit more open to certain things that would have shamed her before. Fucking in a public park, where anyone could walk by and see them, or hear them, having sex was something she had never contemplated before. But now the potential for possible publicity heightened her pleasure even further.
Kaye growled playfully, taking the scruff of Sonya's neck in his teeth, biting down hard enough for her to feel it, but not hard enough to cause pain.
The feline let out a startled little gasp, the bite had been enough to send her over the edge. She felt her seed surge forth, spattering as it hit her skirt, splattering her shaft and Kaye's hand.
But rather than taking it as a hint to stop, Sonya's lover only stroked faster. "Something fun I learned, typically when you get a female to male transformation of any type, the subject retains the greater refractory period of a female. Don't worry about going off before me, I'll catch up."
Sonya let out a soft mew of pleasure as her body tensed once more, blossoming into her climax for a second time, and then a third, and a forth.
It was only as she approached her sixth climax did Kaye increase the pace of his thrusts. Sonya knew her boyfriend's own climax was approaching, but she had no idea how to spur it on.
She felt him tense, there was a long missed liquid warmth inside of her, and then she went over the edge herself as her lover hugged her tightly.
The two parted, hugging each other tightly, enjoying the comfort of their embrace. The lovers took a seat on the grass, Sonya's head resting on Kaye's chest as she purred her happiness and contentment.
"Don't leave me, ever." Sonya said softly.
Kaye grinned, "I don't plan on it." He said with a chuckle, "Once we get out of the public eye, I'm going to show you what I can do with my tongue. I think I'm better with my mouth than my hands."
Sonya licked her lips and gave a cute, predatory growl, "Oh, I'm going to hold you to that, Kaye. Though I don't know if I could take feeling any better."
"Well, then you probably shouldn't come out to the farm with me this weekend when I go to visit the family. My mom tends to get infections if she doesn't climax the right way and get everything drained. Honestly I think she prevents my sisters from learning how just so she can force me to visit, you know?"
He chuckled, "Just wait until you see what I can do with the family toy chest."
Sonya quivered with pleasure, "Dammit, Kaye, are you going to tease me all the way home? I don't want to walk around with an erection!"
"Oh sure you do, your turn to chase me now!" he said with a laugh, darting off through the park foliage.
"KAYE!" Sonya called, laughing, "Dammit, Kaye! Wait for me!" she said, doing her best to run, pull up her panties, and hold down her skirt at the same time.
"I'm going to tickle you to death the moment I get my paws on you!" she growled, giving chase.
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The initial impact was enough to keep him occupied for an indeterminate amount of time; quite literally so, as at those scales, things seemingly as simple and straightforward as "a second is a second" and "time moves forwards like an arrow" no longer applied as they did back on their home dimension. Both him and Clara were something greater now, a type of being that transcended the very concept of rules and around which reality had to bend itself in order to accommodate for their existence, rather than the other way around. Thus, it could be that he gazed upon the majesty of the other Arcanine for only a few seconds or minutes, or instead that "moment" of beauty and glory could very well have lasted for the entire duration of multiple multiversal lifespans; it was almost impossible for him to tell, even if he tried exceedingly hard to focus on it.
"Don't try to strain yourself too hard," she told him, bringing a hand over to where he was floating (?) in the middle of utmost nothing, "it took me a long time before I could figure out how to look down at the lower levels… or maybe none at all. See, even I don't know!" - she chuckled to herself, looking back at how difficult it had been to adapt to her status as a deity - "Just… relax, enjoy yourself for now. You can get started on acting all high and mighty after you've had time to get comfortable."
Her words were reassuring, but the context in which they took place made them patently absurd; did that Arcanine not see that they were so colossal that they violated every known law of physics? Did she, perhaps, find it normal to have to exist across multiple more dimensions than normal just to be able to communicate with others? And above all, how did he even know that's what was happening? It was only then that the connection he shared with her was made readily apparent; up until then, the subconscious link the two of them established was just that, subconscious, allowing Brad to be given just the right amount of information needed to understand what was going on without overwhelming him with… well, everything else. Now that he was aware of it, however, it was time for the mental bridge to be strengthened, and allow Clara to give her lover everything he needed to know.
Once more, the process lasted anywhere from a few brief seconds to entire uncountable infinities, but once it was done, the male fire-type was left speechless and unable to react. How could he say or do anything after being given those types of universal secrets? He might as well curl up for another stretch of forever and ruminate on them, if he didn't objectively know the best course of action was to just accept it and carry on like it was perfectly normal, even when every fibre of his being screamed at him that it wasn't; and given how immense he was, those were a lot of fibres shouting up into his head.
Regardless, Brad kept going, powering through the thick wall of information and coming out the other side more motivated than before, not to mention quite larger too; it made for a stunning sight, being able to see his partner be as colossal and titanic as him, mostly because it informed him as to how it felt. No wonder Clara was always so eager to jump his bones; he had just barely gotten a taste of it and already he felt the intense need to share his love with whoever was closest to him in the most direct way possible. Thankfully for the both of them, their being close to one another offered a perfect solution to that problem, and thus the two spent a long, long time enjoying one another's presence, arms wrapped around backs and legs locked behind waists, currents of fluids that floated across vast stretches of all that wasn't, for what was either a never or forever. Reality itself began to fray at the edges of their intense lovemaking, but that didn't matter; not only was it safe under their divine rule, but any damage that did occur could easily be rolled back and fixed with the snap of a finger.
It took them a while before they were done, exhausting every possibility in every timeline at least twice before finally pushing one another away to catch their breath, if that was even a thing they could do anymore. Mostly they just floated there, in their throne of non-existence, waiting for their stamina to recover while looking at one another with a mixture of animalistic lust and deepest love; they would have to go through multiple cycles like these before anything else popped into their heads, for it took that long for them to achieve something Clara had thought impossible: getting tired.
Not tired of it all, of course, but simply exhausted from the physical exertion. It seemed that even gods of their caliber had their limits, and they had so eagerly tried to find theirs that, astonishingly, they succeeded. It was a genuine surprise to the both of them, doubly so after the words "not now" were uttered for the first time in almost literally forever, leaving the Arcanine couple unsure of what to do next. Their sexual congress had at least given Brad plenty of time to get accustomed to his new godly status, which he then used to look for a distraction to focus on during his newly-rediscovered refractory period. It was then that he realized something, something that he felt was very important and he probably should've noticed before: they weren't alone.
A third signature, much like theirs, was making its way "up" to their dimensional level, barreling through several million layers of reality like one would take a single step. He didn't recognize it, but he did know that it was as powerful, if not more so, than himself, almost as much as Clara was! The smug grin on the latter's face let him know that this was either planned for or entirely unsurprising… and left him wondering if he had truly been the first person that his partner had dedicated her life to. One can imagine his surprise when, out of the blue, everything was occupied all at once by glistening bulk; he could've accepted breastflesh, maybe even an enormous ass, but Rattata muscle, for that's what was pressing against all of him, was the last thing on his list. He couldn't even see Clara anymore, being buried somewhere in between an infinitesimal fraction of a pectoral muscle and the one right next to it, the sounds of a googolplex of trees creaking in the wind filling his ears and threatening to burst his head from the inside. It was almost impossible to endure, which is why he was extremely thankful that it toned down just long enough for him to start growing himself out, hoping to at least see who that was.
By the time his form tuned into enough dimensions for him to be able to understand what he was looking at, the other Arcanine was already having a giggly discussion with the newcomer, who was apparently enough of a friend that introductions weren't required. In the back of his mind, thanks to the mental link with Clara, he recognized bits and pieces of that colossus of musculature; he had ignored all the indications that his lover hadn't made the initial journey on her own, but now that he had been smushed against that thing, it was a bit difficult to keep pretending. At least the Rattata was polite enough to apologize for "bumping" into them, excusing herself by pointing out she wasn't expecting any guests.
"You know, Clara had been talking about doing this for a while, but I never actually expected her to go through with it," she said, voice barely audible from within the cavernous hole formed by her chest muscles and neckbulk, head safely kept at the bottom of it, "you wouldn't believe how shy this girl was back home, I had to practically beat the compliments into her half the time or else she wouldn't accept them!"
"It wasn't that bad…" Clara mumbled back, sounding entirely unsure of what she had just said.
"And you wouldn't even imagine how bad it was when we began our ascension," Beth carried on, "I swear, I haven't seen anyone deny themselves so much before. Sure, she started making gods and protectors after a while, but lemme tell ya, it still took way too long before this big lug just shut up and accepted she was such a cutie~"
"Goodness gracious Beth, shut up!" the Arca-goddess snapped back, her face glowing a bright crimson and her paws flying over to cover it, bringing to mind images of a universe and life long gone, "Stop embarrassing me in front of Brad, come on!"
"I wouldn't say it's embarrassing, but if you want to, I can take him off your hands while you pull yourself together!"
"Wait what?!" Brad suddenly interjected, "W-what do you mean?"
While the male Arcanine couldn't see it, courtesy of the Rattata's head being so far down the hole created by her neck growing over it, he was certain that the newcomer (for a certain value of the word) was giving him either sultry bedroom eyes or the smarmiest grin imaginable. That Clara didn't immediately say no to the proposition didn't leave him all that confident either, made worse when he noticed that her blush was growing more powerful rather than the other way around. He was about to ask if she was seriously considering the proposition when he felt some sort of force grip his entire body and hold it in place, right before the musclebound goddess exploded in size, their meta-world turned once again into a backdrop of rippling, sweat-covered flesh and practically disproportionate, bulbous, bulging growth as Beth demonstrated what she was capable of. The sensations weren't so much filtered down into Brad's mind as they were poured in, his cup running over with everything, just… everything, eyes glazing over and his body reacting accordingly.
It was no longer in his hands, not after being shown the power hiding within that Rattata; it wasn't so much a case of wanting or needing to be that big, but a simple matter of a universal truth having to be made manifest. There was no competition there as much as the pieces falling into place: Beth was that large, but she was always just Clara's companion, someone who came along as a friend and had no real intention of surpassing or even matching her in power. That display of explosive, all-encompassing growth was no more than a way for Beth to tell Brad what he had to do, as they were both perfectly aware that the Arca-goddess' "body" next to them was just a shadow of what it could truly be. And, to a certain point, it was up to him, as Clara's divine consort, to do what Beth not only didn't want to do, but couldn't: become as great as the female Arcanine, at least in scale.
In an instant, a true instant, he exploded in size. Everything he had ever been before, every growth spurt and burst of size, was made null and insignificant compared to the one he underwent in that moment. Put all of his previous growth together, add it all up, multiply it upon itself and stack it on several layers of exponentials, and one might have a slight inkling of a fraction of the first decimal percentage point of a single length of fur on his body. Beth was no longer larger or smaller than he was; to be so would mean she was comparable… and she absolutely wasn't, not even in her expanded state. With no limits to hold him back, with the knowledge and certainty that he was meant to do this, Brad kept going, making even his second ascension look like nothing by comparison. He could barely even sense Clara anymore, something that worried him just enough for him to slow down… which itself allowed Beth to immediately catch up with him and sink him into her bosom; quite literally, as somehow he had become small enough to fit in that warm valley without even realizing.
"Fuck me, pretty boy, you really are a grower, aren't you?" the Rattata boomed, voice perfectly audible even through the blockage presented by her bust, "I guess Clara was right in picking you; here I was thinking she was wasting her time, but goodness was she not~!"
"OH MY GOD BETH STOP!" Clara bellowed, suddenly appearing next to them… and effortlessly returning the three to where they had started, "I'm going to have a heart attack if you keep going like this!"
"Alright, then can I take your hunk for a spin, then?"
"... you know what, fine, sure, go ahead," the Arca-goddess rushed to answer, still trying to rub away the blush that had settled on her cheeks, "just… please be careful with things, okay? The last time you tried to do anything with that one guy it almost broke every law we had in place."
"Ok, sure, but that guy wasn't Brad, now was he hun~?"
"Don't I get a say in this?!" Brad interrupted, growing out to match the other two for size.
"I dunno Brad," Beth chuckled, "do you?"
Two words. Two words were all it took for him to doubt himself so much that he felt like an utter buffoon for even putting up any resistance. Why was he trying to put a stop to it? Clara was perfectly fine with it, he was only reticent because of Clara, and it was more than obvious that the Rattata was very interested in exploring their limits together. Not to mention, Beth had helped him achieve true perfection (of a sort) and was one hell of an amazon to boot, far beyond even the most exaggerated of forms Clara had ever taken before. Perhaps this is why she was fine with playing second fiddle to her friend; the mouse already had everything she could ever want and free rein to play around with the entire collection of universes in her own way, so why bother competing for a meaningless first prize?
Brad had to admit, that in itself was extremely attractive, far more than he would've expected. There was something refreshing and engaging about someone who was that much at peace with themselves, which was certainly helped by the way her body looked too; in a way, it was a perfect representation of what Beth was like inside, sculpted externally to the finest degree of excellence. She didn't care about what anyone else thought; her dream body was one that was composed of more muscle mass than anything else, so that's exactly what she made for herself. Heavens, Brad could already feel himself becoming a grower in another away already! In fact, the first thing to touch the Rattata wasn't the hand he outstretched towards her, but another member entirely, having grown rock-solid enough to physically push him away… again, assuming spatial dimensions as a concept even worked wherever it was they "existed". Beth seemed to enjoy it at least, so much so that she allowed some of her own energy to seep into that growing pillar, letting it to break through limits never before imaginable; poor Brad could only float there and watch as his body underwent some sort of runaway growth spurt, with all three deities present being dwarfed by a cock and pair of balls that began to melt into the background tapestry of existence. Clara was roused from her downward spiral of embarrassment when she felt that package poke her in the tail, finding it both incredibly surprising that anything could expand to that level and astoundingly arousing that something like that happened at all. Then again, she did give her friend the right of way, and so stepped aside to let the Rattata do what had to be done.
This was, of course, to wrap her arms around that pillar of cockmeat and start pumping it as hard as she could, immediately drawing so much of the Arca-god's juices that reality was lucky it wasn't in the way; if that jet had been launched anywhere near the collective layers of law that made up existence, then the tiny, fragile bubble of all that was wouldn't even have been pierced as much as it would've drowned in a deluge of cum so powerful as to make information collapse in on itself. To a certain degree, it was even self-cleaning; no longer attached to the body from where it came from, it lacked the ability to keep itself together, vanishing into the aether as its impossible properties were quickly corrected by whatever passed for physical laws around those parts. Perhaps the best aspect of it all was that it wasn't even a proper release; if anything, when put into perspective with the sheer size of Brad's tool, it barely even counted as bubbling off the tip, with the total mass being so diminutive compared to what his orbs held that those cum factories actually bloated in the process of letting "loose" like that. One could only imagine what it would be like for Brad to experience a proper climax… which is precisely why Beth began working overtime to make sure she found out.
To her, there was no point in delaying the inevitable. The Arcanine was there, her other, more precious Arca-floof had given her permission, so now she was going to have some fun with that new, fluffy toy of hers, a toy that seemed just as eager to play back as the Rattata was in egging him on. After so long without a proper cock to wrangle, Beth had begun to wonder if she hadn't lost her touch somehow; seeing Brad go off like that at least assuaged her fears… and gave her plenty of reasons to keep going with renewed strength, at least until that hunk of a fire pupper gave her what she was looking for.
There was something missing though, something… something special, something the musclebound goddess knew she once adored, but couldn't quite put her finger on anymore. It was like a distant memory, fuzzy from how long she and Clara had been in that deific state, a hazy remembrance of an earthly pleasure she once indulged in. Beth was certain that both her and her friend had engaged in it during their ascension at some point, back when the Arca-goddess still indulged in creating avatars for herself in order to appreciate the more simple pleasures of a mortal life. Even as someone who entertained herself making multiversal clusters just for fun, the Rattata couldn't put to words what she knew she needed… at least not until the absence of it triggered some sort of automatic, instinctual reaction within her: she was holding onto a massive rod, a colossal cock of unimaginable proportions, stroking it with all of her (very considerable) might… and yet there was nothing showering her. No juices, no fluids, no cum was barreling into her and leaving her body a glazed mess of spunk, or at least nothing that she could see! It was this singular moment of brilliant insight that gave her the horrible idea of expanding her body yet again, despite knowing that all three of them were already straining everything as it was.
There were a lot of calculations that had to be made, none of which actually were when Beth loosened her inner power and proceeded to utterly ravage the fabric of existence even more than it already was as she approached the size of Clara's tail. Her friend had told her, countless aeons ago, that this was the ultimate limit, and at no point should she attempt to go past it; the background of reality had been turned into her fluff (or rather, her fluff had become the very backdrop of existence), and as such trying to break it would be a "very bad thing". Unfortunately for all of them, Brad had decided to poke that floof with his shaft, which necessitated a mouth at least big enough to wrap itself around a pillar of manhood of such girth; Brad certainly seemed to think so, judging from how heavily he was shaking and how his moans were carried in all directions towards that fluffy barrier, interspaced with a few cries for more and a very confused man wondering whether he should call for his true love, or the Rattata servicing his cosmic-sized package at that very moment.
He seemed to settle for the latter after Clara let him know it was ok, and at that moment Beth knew she had definitively won, at least for the foreseeable future. With that cock's tip right there for the taking, it didn't even matter of Brad grew out to match its size; all the Rattata had to do was angle it so that the cum protruding from it would be funnelled into the cavern created by her neckbulk, and as long as those delicious juices weren't forced to fly around the nothing for more time than it was necessary, then Beth could stabilize them for long enough to gorge herself on their delicious protein content. The results were as arousing as they were patently ridiculous; with her head stuck down a pit of almost unthinkable depth, it took quite a while before any of that flood of cum reached her, at which point so much had been funnelled down that it could conceivably never stop. All that Beth had to do was keep Brad in the same kind of lock as she had been and the Arca-god could just keep producing forever, giving her all the power she could desire and more… if Beth hadn't made a promise to Clara. As intoxicating as the experience was, the Rattata did tell her friend that she wouldn't go completely crazy; and besides, the bigger she got the harder it became to shrink back down in order to exist in lower dimensional levels. So as delectable and alluring as filling everything sounded, Beth had to lower her expectations a bit.
And just mostly fill things.
From where she "stood", the mouse could see all the way to the other side of what constituted their reality, uncountable googolplex-parsecs away. If, she thought to herself, she could fill herself on Brad's cum, it wasn't at all inconceivable that she could make it all the way there. In fact, given how damn powerful that thing was, it was outright likely! The first gulp came with such an immense boost in power that even the Rattata had trouble putting it into perspective; she was already made up mostly of rippling muscle sculpted to maximize both its efficiency and presentability, so for each of her biceps to suddenly bulge out so hard that the rest of her body might as well be an atom in comparison was… surprising. At least the second and third gulps let her bring the rest of herself to the same scale, after which she felt something pressing against her back, something fluffy and warm and so inviting she almost felt like going to sleep right there and then: Clara's tail.
It seemed impossible, but there it was: Beth had grown so much that she had reached the proverbial edge of their megaverse, and thus could go no further… backwards. There was still plenty of room in front of her, and thus the rest of her all-natural protein shake was focused completely on blowing her up with raw mass in the one direction she was allowed to go! This of course left Brad in the rather awkward spot of being smushed against his own dick after it was pushed forwards by the Rattata's bulk, not really aware of what in blazes was going on and trying desperately to make some sense out of it. Between the sudden, multiple bouts of explosive growth, the existence of a third deity, heck, just the fact they were gods in the first place, his poor brain was so tired of trying to explain things that it was about ready to give up completely… unfortunately, this meant that something else had to take over, and in the absence of anything more rational or logical, the only thing left was, of course, his instincts.
This turned out to be a particularly poor idea for everyone involved, seeing as Brad's subconscious really couldn't care less about rules or limitations and was far, far more interested in tapping into the endless supplies of divine energy lying everywhere around them. The Arca-god understood something the Rattata didn't, or perhaps chose not to: the tail was not the limit. Or rather, it wasn't a real one, not like whatever lay beyond; Clara had only imposed it because she knew that anyone trying to go past that level of power would inevitably go a bit crazy with it, and was merely waiting for an opportunity to expand it. This much he didn't know, as he wasn't given the information, but considering the type of self-indulgent madwoman that his Clara was, he wouldn't put it past her to have gone through all that trouble just so she could enjoy breaking through another limit, purely for the sake of it.
So his body pushed itself, knowing that it still had most of itself to give. Beth wanted a hefty dose of cum to gorge herself on? Then he'd just give it freely, it and so much more that the colossus of bulk would be stuck in an eternal cycle of bulging out and demanding more just so she could stabilize and equalize her size, all while he himself drew such vast quantities of energy from the process that a single pad on a single paw would be enough to completely smother the Rattata. He felt his head brush against Clara's tail, the moment of panic that ensued being overtaken by his own bulk, which, while not as disproportionately engorged as Beth's, still put hers to shame. Sure, the goddess might have made it so her body was so egregiously endowed that a single one of her pecs could contain uncountable amounts of her own head, but Brad's size alone was enough to make even that comparison be meaningless. Anyone looking from the distance might see his regular bodybuilder physique be improved on itself, giving him far bigger muscles all over, but he was still person-shaped; just so unbelievably vast that even if Beth continued to grow at the rate she was and the Arca-god remained still, it would take the Rattata about as long to reach him as it would for multiversal bubble to grow big enough that any of them could see it: so long as to be utterly meaningless.
At that point, saying that Beth was being drowned in cum wasn't even an understatement. Considering the sheer difference in size between the two of them, the Rattata goddess could happily fly around for millenia in a single direction inside a single one of the Arcanine's balls and wouldn't even get a fraction of a percentage point closer to the other end. And yet he kept feeding her, kept making it so that her bulk expanded in ways she never thought possible, while he himself profited even more off the exchange: a package that continued to grow regardless of how little anyone stroked it, a bulk that grew denser and more defined while his form burgeoned outwards with renewed mass and volume, a fur coating so dense that he could feel it as it moved independently of him; waving his arm around left what was effectively a motion blur made out of the impossibly thick forest of his own fuzz, and Brad had to be careful not to bring his nose too close to it, as the musk was so powerful it could potentially overpower him if he wasn't careful!
It was around this time that Brad, the conscious Brad, returned to the scene, only to witness himself at a scale so vast and grand that he immediately went under again, allowing the animalistic beast within to resurface, eager for another go at his own growth. Without anything or anyone to stand in his way, the only thing that could ever stop him would be if Clara herself showed up and ordered him to… but she didn't, so clearly that must mean he was destined for greater heights! He was stuck in that mode of thinking for what felt like several eternities, and would've remained there if not for something he truly never expected.
Off in the distance, where once he only saw darkness after breaking through the shell of tailfloof, he began to notice something was off about the backdrop of reality. It wasn't non-existent, or reflective, or absorbent; it was bright, warm, inviting… and fluffy too. It took several more jumps in size, at which point he was as big compared to Beth as Beth was to quantum foam, before he began to tune in and realize just what he was looking at: it was Clara. But not just any part of her: their tail, their true tail, the one that marked the final edge of existence. The one that, regardless of how hard he tried and how quickly he bulked up, he simply couldn't reach; each gigagoogolplex he gained seemed to make it go further and further away, until finally… he saw her.
The real Clara. Coming into vision, off in the distance, barely outlined against her own tail's fluff. She was perfect, she was real, she was his to love. How could he ever have believed the one below him was the true Arca-goddess was beyond him; that, that… that glory that his eyes beheld, that was Clara. The love of his life, her eyes glinting with tears as big as he was, so happy to have finally found him. The mistress of all existence, mother to all that was and could be.
They were finally going to be together.
Forever.
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A Dark Dream Come True
Kori sat on a rock, sketchpad in his hands. A dozen yards away a number of crows feasted on the carcass of a deer, brought down by one of the area's larger predators. Rumors had been going around that it wasn't a normal creature, but rather a twisted monstrosity, an abomination created for the sheer amusement of a Demon.
There had been a number of transformative attacks in the past few weeks, directed work of one of the foul creatures that could manipulate flesh and bone with the same practiced ease with which Kori brought his pencil across the paper, bringing the idea of a creature to visual life.
The artist liked watching the birds, crows especially. There was something about the black birds that fascinated him. The movements their heads made while pecking had inspired his most recent creation.
Kori was one of the more popular artists for Diablos magazine, a publication filled with images and stories of demons and the changes they brought about to men, women, and beasts alike. It was the former that contributed to the popularity of both Kori and the magazine, as the most popular transformative erotic magazine, Playing Demon, only dealt with alterations to the female form, or featured primarily female models.
He stopped to admire his drawing, a strange, phallic creature based upon a bird. It was bird shaped, and featured wings and feathers, and even a bird like head. But that was where the similarities ended. Instead of a beak, the head pushed out into a human shaped cock. A second replaced the legs, and a large pussy behind the second cock, along the underside of the body.
Due to the lack of feet, it would be difficult, and probably painful, to land. The bird-creature was meant to find an appropriate orifice, be it mouth, cunt, or ass, to impale one of its cocks in for a perch. Either that or slip its cunt over an appropriately shaped object, though it would be a little bit painful if the object wasn't very smooth. Most natural things tended not to be.
But the fun part was that the birds would transform a human 'perch' into another one of themselves. The perched in hole would merge with the bird's cock for a time, giving the human wonderful pleasure, the bird's precum and seed working through their body. The human's arms would become wings. The legs would merge into a giant cock, the tongue would swell and push outward, merging with the lips to form another cock. Their body would begin to sprout feathers, and they would cum over and over again, expelling excess body mass in the form of semen until their size matched the crow-like phallus-bird that they had become.
"An interesting beast." said a deep voice from behind Kori, "You are Kori Avorak, artist for Diablos magazine, are you not?"
Kori nodded, not looking up from his sketchpad. He didn't like being interrupted. "I am." was his curt reply.
"Wonderful. I have to admit, I'm quite a fan of yours. I rather enjoy the somewhat cruel streak that most of your drawings have. The removal or transmogrification of limbs, the alteration of the mouth into something ill adapted for speaking." the visitor continued.
The artist just continued to nod, "Sorry if I seem a little rude, it's just that I like to get my work done to completion and I don't want to break my concentration. I hope you understand."
"Mmmhmm." said the deep voice, "I'm something of an artist myself, different medium of course, but I also dislike being interrupted in the middle of my creation of creatures as it were. Perhaps I'll drop by the next time I'm in the area, and you aren't quite so busy. My apologies for disturbing you in your work."
The fan placed a hand on Kori's shoulder for a moment before turning to leave, chuckling to himself. Kori hadn't even looked up once, not bothering at all to notice who was behind him. Though he would soon realize who his visitor had been.
The artist sat on the rock, continuing his sketching for a few more minutes, adding the finishing touches before putting his pencil down and looking upon the completed product with a smile. He set the sketchpad aside, reaching down and cupping the bulge in his pants. Drawing such erotic subject matter always got him horny.
He gasped softly as that touch seemed to arouse something further inside of him, something that had seemed to be waiting. Kori suddenly felt hornier than he had ever felt before in his entire life. His cock felt like it was straining inside the confines of his pants. Try as he might, he couldn't do anything to free his aching manhood from it's fabric prison. The slightest pressure against his cock sent waves of near orgasmic pleasure through his body.
Kori moaned loudly as a dark spot appeared on the front of his pants, a thick jet of pre-cum. His pants were beginning to feel tighter, unpleasantly confining, and not just around his captive cock.
The artist looked downward to find that his legs seemed to be expanding, growing thicker, more muscular. With a wet ripping sound, his cock tore through the fabric, the open air feeling delightful on its foot long length, a good deal larger than it had been before.
Kori took the opportunity to remove his pants and underwear, kicking off his shoes as well, eager to watch his body transform. His eyes were transfixed on his legs watching them thicken. He could feel the bones reshaping, growing narrower.
He began to stroke his growing cock, enjoying the opportunity. He had always found transformation incredibly arousing, and even when it was his own body, the very thought of change filled him with lust.
A wonderful pulling sensation appeared between his legs, prompting some exploration there. Kori's other hand slipped between his legs, fingertips brushing against, and then into, a soft, sweet, pleasurable wetness. He was now a hermaphrodite.
A moan escaped his lips as her felt a ballooning sensation in his chest, his t-shirt stretching outward with the presence of expanding flesh underneath it. Several loud pops drew Kori's attention from his chest, back to his legs.
They had changed shape, his feet grew, shifted, the skin grew darker, lost color, became a deep black. His toes moved around, the smallest one vanishing entirely, three remaining in front, one moving to the back, all developing pointed claws. The arrangement was that of a bird of some sort.
His knees popped, the calf shortening, ankle lengthening. He was becoming some sort of bird creature! If his arms changed as well, he would have difficulty removing his shirt. With a chuckle Kori pulled it off and tossed it aside, admiring his transforming body.
Kori's cock was massive, its growth only now beginning to cease. The titanic organ was just about hitting him in the chin. Kori felt his tongue extend from his mouth, almost instinctively, curling around his cock. His tongue had suddenly become a great deal longer, and tube-like.
The transforming human smiled as he saw the tip change, transforming into a cock as well. He'd always enjoyed that sort of change. It was the sort that self-loathing transformees would be ashamed of, the inflexibility of the cock-tongue when aroused would lead to altered speech patterns, making their arousal obvious.
Another instinctive action made Kori open his mouth wide. His teeth felt funny all of a sudden. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them, changing, merging. Becoming a beak. Kori moaned with delight as the bones of his face reformed themselves, altering into a perfect avian shape.
Kori shivered, a strange tingling covering every inch of his skin, which began to darken, turning black, equally dark feathers erupting from within, covering most of Kori's body, save for his tough skinned feet and beak.
He took his maleness into his new beak, delighting in the new and exotic sensations. Kori closed his eyes, feeling the sensations of change move into his arms, the feathers growing thicker, longer, his fingers stretching outward. Kori wouldn't miss them at all.
The bird-herm felt something powerful building inside of his body, something that begged to be released. Kori reluctantly released his cock, curling the dexterous toes of one foot around it instead. Ooooh, that felt so good. So... right. Like this was a shape he was always meant to have.
Kori flapped his now complete wings experimentally, feeling the air rush through his feathers. The feelings of change were gone now, leaving his altered body complete. It looked so wonderful, and felt even better. It was the form of his dreams, and now it belonged to him.
The crow-creature threw his head back and cawed loudly as he climaxed, his three foot long cock gushing with a strange liquid, colored an odd glowing purple. The jets gushed from him with sufficient strength to cover the distance between himself and the feasting crows, splattering on them and startling the birds.
Kori laughed as he saw them change, change into the very same creature that they had inspired in his mind that he had finished drawing only a few minutes before. The bird felt the power that resided in his body, the power of a Demon, able to transform nearly any living creature with just a mere thought.
As the new avatar took to the air for the first time, his mind settled on his first victim. his loathsome wife, Lora. A terrible cawing laugh echoed through the forest as Kora'ak, a new name and a new role in life to go with his new body, thought about the new works of art he would create of flesh and bone, no longer confined to a pencil and paper.
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Kora'ak watched, and he waited. Anyone could simply burst in and inflict a terrible transformation, but it took a keen intellect, cunning wit, and a great deal of patience in order to provide the perfect experience. This would be his first act as an Avatar of Karma, as a warper of flesh, a perverter of the physical form of any who walked his path.
He went over a few ideas for things to say, his avian throat able to create quite a wide variety of voices and vocal effects. Though sounding truly sinister and menacing was a bit difficult with a lisp. The thickness of his cock-like tongue made speaking clearly a bit of a chore. It would would be a far more fearful and dramatic experience if he could make himself truly sound as a vile demon, with a voice that made the hearts of his victims shake in their chests with fear. The avian avatar felt a gentle tingling in his mouth, his phallic tongue flattening, losing the sexual shape and sensation. How very interesting.
Kora'ak held up his taloned foot, concentrating on one of his talons. Much to his delight he watched the clawed digit soften into the desired shape, and flow back again. He experimented with his coloration, going from pure black, to pale yellow-white, to a rather bright and noisy parrot-like coloration, before returning to black.
The avatar chuckled softly to himself. He could alter his own form to his heart's content. Demons were never all that forthcoming with the extent of their abilities. Not too surprising, considering since many would likely disguise themselves as humans in order to get close to their victims without causing suspicion.
But for this it would be much more fun to transform Lora in his present form. After all, she found his fascination with crows rather repulsive. It would be all the more enjoyable to see her disgust and revulsion as she found her body violated by a giant one. He would play with his pray first before initiating the full change. After all, it was more fun that way.
He flew down to the deck that looked out onto the backyard of the residence he shared with his wife, though it was soon to be abandoned. After all, she would be fluttering about, looking for a waiting mouth to sink her aching cock into. And Kora'ak himself would be traveling, seeing the world, and transforming the people in it.
The kitchen light flipped on, the sounds of feathered wings filling the air as several crows landed on the deck, waiting for the traditional post-dinner meal that Kora'ak would have left. Lora, however, had a similar after-dinner ritual that she engaged in when Kori was absent.
The deck door slid open and Lora stepped out onto the deck, waving a broom at the black birds. "Filthy creatures! Shoo! Shoo!" she called, swinging the broom at the crows, which scattered into the air.
His black body hidden by the darkness, Kora'ak smiled and pounced. A flap of his wings propelling him forward, landing on his feet in front of Lora. The human's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Kora'ak gripped the broom with one of his feet and tossed it away.
"That was rather rude of you, Lora. You know I don't stand for cruelty to wildlife." the avatar rumbled in a suitably fearsome, deep voice.
"K-k-kori?" his victim squeaked.
The avian nodded, "Cruelty to humans, on the other hand, has long since put food on the table in the form of my writings and drawings. But despite enjoying the fruits of my labor, not having to lift a finger to feed and clothe yourself, what have you done? Nothing but whine and complain."
"But I... I... you..." the human sputtered.
Kora'ak made a motion with his wing, and Lora shrieked as her transforming tongue erupted from her mouth, long, thin, tubular, a cocktip on the end.
"I always thought to myself that the only way to really shut you up was to put a dick in your mouth, Lora. Now you have one to keep your mouth full for the rest of your existence." Kora'ak said with a cruel chuckle.
Lora pulled her tongue back, slowly backing away from her husband. "Your athn avathar!" she said thickly around her cock-tongue.
"Indeed I am! Granted a gift from Karma himself, who expressed his appreciation of my art. Just think, this after you had said for so long that I would never truly attract a patron to reward me for the drawing of my art, what is it you always called my work? Smut fit only for degenerates and diseased minds? Regardless, I do believe that we ought to celebrate the occasion."
The avian's tongue trailed across his beak, his gaze dipping for a moment to his rather prominent manhood, which had begun to erect the moment he pounced, his member aroused to its full length in moments.
"Ith thoo big!" Lora slurred, hey eyes lcoked on the avatar as she continued to back away, unable to see where she was going, and fell over one of the dining room chairs as a result.
"Oh I don't know about that. I think I might be able to make it fit. Or make you able to take it."
The human moaned as a sudden wetness soaked the crotch and rump of her trousers. She looked up at the avatar in horror, not quite comprehending the change.
"And as a bonus I get to witness the effects of demon cum on a victim first hand." Kora'ak said with a laugh.
Suddenly realizing the peril she was in, Lora screamed and spun around, intent on fleeing. Her attempt to escape failed, as she ran right into the living room recliner, the chair's arm catching her in the belly and knocking the wind out of her. The movement had also stirred a feeling of arousal in her. Her entire pelvic area seemed to ache, from her clit all the way to her tailbone. All of it seemed to ache and throb with arousal.
Kora'ak hooked a talon into the wasteband of her pants, cutting them straight down the middle, the tip of his claw tracing over the crack of Lora's rump. The strange, but pleasurable sensation made her shiver. She moaned softly as she felt a wetness oozing out of her, her feminine juices oozing down between her thighs, dripping down her legs.
"Seeing as how you loathe the creatures I adore so much, dear Lora, I thought that I might change your opinion of them by granting you several interesting avian features, or analogs to them." the demon whispered in Lora's ear, his cock pressing up against her altered backside. Lora couldn't draw the strength to do anything but whimper as Kora'ak continued to speak, his cockhead teasing her warped body, sending shivers of pleasure though her traitorous flesh.
"You see, birds don't have the complex structures that humans have, all exit functions take place through a single opening, the cloaca. So from front to back all you have is a thick, gaping cunt. A drooling pussy always eager to be filled, granting you great pleasure when it is occupied so. Like this..." the demon cooed, ramming his cock to the hilt in Lora's new orifice.
A tortured moan escaped the human's lips as her body virtually exploded with pleasure. "Thop. Pleaeth thop." she slurred softly.
"I don't think so, Lora. You've been an unpleasant weight around my neck, a controlling, conniving shrew, interested only in your own social advancement, rather than concentrating on having a happy life and pleasing your husband. I neither need, nor want you any more, Lora. All my built up frustration and anger at you shall be exorcised this eve as I transform you into a more fitting form. Little more than a sexual parasite that capitalizes on other beings solely for it's own comfort. Your last act as a true human will be to provide me with the pleasure, amusement, and joy that you failed to give me as my wife. I want one thought to echo in the lust fogged mind that I will gift you with, the fact that in the end you've become one of the creatures that you so despised, as well as one of my works of art, made flesh. A living sculpture of the type that you criticized and loathed throughout our entire relationship."
Lora whimpered and tried to push herself up with her arms, to try and flee the monster that her husband had become. Tears began to pour from her eyes and she pushed herself up and tried to pull herself free.
"Uh uh uh, I don't think so." Kora'ak said with a chuckle.
With the horrible sound of the demon's cawing laughter Lora's arms collapsed out from under her, their shape and musculature no longer suited to holding her weight. She looked in puzzlement at the long, spindly shapes, crying out in revulsion as shiny black feathers sprouted from them.
Kora'ak leaned back, lifting the smaller human off the ground using only his cock and her gaping cunt. The human yelped as a powerful climax rocked her body, thick juices gushing from her massive pussy.
The avian avatar flopped back onto the couch, his feet gripping Lora's hips, keeping her spread wide for him. His victim flapped her new wings, tears running down her face, trying desperately to get away.
His head lowered and his beak slipped into the neckline of her shirt, seizing both it and her bra, tear both away in one swift motion. Kora'ak wrapped his wings around Lora, wanting the human to feel the revulsion and arousal of his feathers on her bare skin as he caressed her breasts.
"Pleath..." Lora whimpered, "Pleath Kori, thanth me back, donth do thith..."
The avian's tongue traced over her cheek, "Hush, dear, I think you've said far more than enough in our marriage."
The touch of his tongue made the human drool with lust, thick saliva dripping down her chin. She couldn't swallow. Her eyes went wide and she began to scream as she felt her tongue swelling. But the sound soon became little more than a muffled 'mmmph' as the structure filled her mouth and throat.
Lora felt her teeth and lower jaw melt away, nearly her entire face transforming into a thick, blunt cock. The shape of her head changed, ears vanishing, eyes growing larger and moving to the side. Her nose became little more than a pair of nostrils atop the massive prick that was now her face.
"There, there. It's not so bad. For me and the rest of the world at least. No more whining, nagging, bitching or backhanded compliments from you ever again." Kora'ak cooed to his plaything, gripping her new cock in his beak, nibbling on it gently, running his tongue over the length. He delighted in the shiver that went through her body, the muffled sound that would have been a scream of pleasure as a jet of hot, sticky goo erupted from what was once her mouth onto her chest and legs.
Lora's mind began to sink further and further into a state of desire, pleasure, and lust. She didn't really mind as she felt feathers begin to spread from her shoulders, covering her head, replacing her hair, covering her still human torso and breasts. An avian tail pushed out from her backside, the last feathers appearing on her hips, her legs left bare for some reason.
She watched as her skin darkened, the original mocha coloration lost in a sea of crow-like blackness. Just when she thought it was over, the changes to her body ended, nothing more able to be done to her, Lora felt a warm pleasure in her legs.
Kora'ak's dexterous feet had began to stroke her hips, making a motion uncomfortable similar to that of jerking off.
"You see," Kora'ak explained, "A bird's feet are very important. There are many shapes, each suited to the bird's style of feeding and perching. Such is true in your case as well, a rather special sort of feeding and perching."
Lora's feet receded, melding into her legs, which bent back. Her calves clung to her hips, thighs, and rump, the flesh becoming one. Her knees pressed together, flowing into one another. In a few moments her legs were a single mass of flesh, a mass that began to stretch and elongate, flowing and forming into a familiar shape. A thick, black cock.
The new phallusbird clenched her eyes shut, tears pouring from them as she became nothing more than a cock from the waist down. Her misery began to fade as Kora'ak's stroking of her leg-cock increased in pace. Her mind couldn't cope with the sensations, nearly her entire body given over to sexual pleasure.
The avatar's magic seeped into her mind, leaving it permanently fogged in a state of arousal, left with instincts that would provide for proper behavior and hunting. Lora would be a predatory creature, seeking out an orifice of a living creature to fill, driving her legs into it. Then and only then would she truly be able to rest. The only other option was to impale herself on something, let her cunt muscles work, delivering her climax after climax while her wings rested.
Or she would, once she was the proper size. Kora'ak thrust into her, licked her, jerked her off. His pet's body responded to him solely from reflex and instinct. Lora couldn't resist his touches. Her altered mind felt incredible pleasure from her perverted body, and even though a tiny shred of her rational mind remained, it likely felt only shame at enjoying the new sensations, unable to keep herself from delighting in them.
Kora'ak was truly enjoying himself. It wasn't so much the motions of Lora's wet, warm cunt over his manhood as it was the act of power and control over the mind and body of another. Lora had become the ultimate expression of his artistic mind, the fruit of his dark dreams and desires given proper form in the correct medium, at last.
The avatar felt his victim's sex tighten around him, her body tensing for the final aspect of her transformation. Kora'ak released her with his beak, throwing his head back and cawing like the crow he so much resembled, the total violation ad domination of his wife complete.
His demonic seed flowed into her, carrying with it the final magic for her transformation. Muscles in Lora's belly and throat tightened for a moment, and then loosened entirely, other tightening.
Massive jets of slightly iridescent cum poured from both of her cocks, her beak spewing the stuff out onto her body, the much larger one that her legs had become sent the stuff arcing through the air, splattering loudly on the floor.
With each stream of seed, Lora's body shrank. More and more of her body transformed into goo, bones becoming light and hollow, muscles altering, breasts vanishing forever. Her body took on the complete shape of a bird, and as more and more of the goo was expelled from her, she took on the size of one as well.
Kora'ak laughed, rolling off the couch, the new phallusbird impaled on his shaft. He walked though the dining room, out the open door onto the deck. He leaned down and picked up the eagle-sized Lora with his beak. The phallusbird would no doubt be tired and disoriented from her change. It would be best to allow her to rest before she took flight in search of a victim and perch.
With a chuckle Kora'ak lowered the creature that was once his wife onto one of the decorative knobs that studded the deck, a soft, muffled moan the only reaction the creature made as its cunt was filled with the smooth wooden knob. It closed its eyes and tried its best to sleep while its sex instinctively tried to pleasure the inanimate object inside of it.
With a final cawing laugh Kora'ak took to the air, delighting in the feel of air over his feathers. He headed west towards the city, searching for his next victim.
Not once did he look back, his old life cast aside forever.
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For Kitty, the oddest adaptation to this new reality was just how small he felt in it, especially since it wasn't technically his fault as much as it was theirs. The rest of the universe was just as big as it used to be, but for whatever reason, neither Sierra nor Emily decided that they should go back to the way they used to be… at least not in terms of size. Their forms were identifiable as belonging to them, sure, and anyone looking at their faces could tell who they were, assuming of course they could even see their faces at all, and weren't left struggling to try and catch the smallest glimpse of them thanks to all the curves in the way.
For the smaller cat, things progressed the way they usually did in those ascension scenarios: he saw one of those two gals grow, he got stuck on their body somewhere, and from there time ceased meaning anything as their very form outstripped the universe's ability to contain it, creating a feedback loop of sensations that, as far as Kitty was concerned, meant that the only thing he could do was hold onto the nearest handful of pudge and just hope that everything would turn out alright. After what felt like aeons of this, he would finally fall asleep and wake up exactly where everything had started, usually with him back on his bed with Emily by his side, ready to start a new day like she or Sierra hadn't just done the impossible purely because they were borned, horny, or, more dangerously, both.
That time, however, was different, in that neither of the two women seemed keen on returning to what used to be their normal; rather than their bodies going back to the state they used to be in, that being utterly unremarkable and indistinguishable from amidst a crowd, both Sierra and Emily were… larger, for lack of a better word. So much so, in fact, that Kitty's first thought on waking up was wondering how their bed was even in one piece, that being before he rolled out of it and just barely managed to grab onto the ledge after realizing there were was a good six-foot drop waiting for him if he hadn't; looking around after this rude awakening revealed to him that the rest of their bedroom had been similarly upsized, keeping everything's proportions identical, but upscaling them to better fit Emily's new, apparently smallest form.
It took a while before Kitty came to terms with what he was even seeing, his brain thoroughly incapable of processing the vast amounts of cat that he was blessed with right there beside him when he crawled back into bed; rather than him being capable of spooning Emily like he usually did whenever they returned from their ascension episodes, mostly as a means of reassuring himself that things were back in place, he instead found that he could barely even begin finding a spot where he could hold onto… at least without smothering himself completely in the process. Rather than her usual self, Emily was still an utter giantess, easily over twenty feet tall and possessed of a set of curves that made Kitty's cheeks burn with the awkward embarrassment that always preceded a wave of thoroughly unrestrained arousal. Though difficult to tell for sure, since Emily still had sheets over her body, the smaller cat spied the unmistakable silhouette of three rows of breasts, each one colossal on its own right; it was even worse when Kitty realized that what he initially thought were full busts were, in fact, merely part of a single breast, seeing as the big cat in front of him was turned on her side… and he himself then noticed that he'd been pushed off to the very edge of the bed, betraying just how enormous those udders had to be.
Further down below, the sheets tented as they hugged her voluptuous lower body, revealing the breadth and reach of Emily's hips, the sheer plumpness of her rear, and how deliciously oversized her thighs were as well; all in all, it was a frame that befit a true goddess, and in fact was how Kitty effectively imagined his mate to be like in his head, in their "perfect", divine form. To see it realized, to see it there in front of him, was to have a dream made manifest, one that was only intensified once Emily realized her "little kitten", as she called for him, had woken up, and proceeded to effortlessly grab him by the scruff of the neck so she could raise Kitty in the air to a spot high enough that he could see her full glory. It was a testament to the bigger feline's power that she didn't even have to slide the sheets off of her when she turned around to show her mate what was in store for him; a simple snap of the fingers was enough for the universe to know what she desired, and to provide accordingly.
For Kitty, this was the culmination of what felt like years of trying to get Emily to accept her more deific side; rather than going all-out in occasional universe-destroying growth binges, it would've been so much nicer if she simply got used to being… well, like that: excessive, self-indulgent, openly powerful enough to manipulate reality to fit her whims, simply being as her perfect self rather than going through cycles of denial and explosive lust. And there she was: vast, immense, plump, curvaceous, voluptuous, smiling at him as all those words went through his head, seemingly knowing perfectly well what he was thinking, at least if what happened afterwards was any indication. Acting as if it was entirely normal, Emily stretched her limbs, apparently to get ready for a new day, all while keeping her little kitten still held high above her, in just the right spot where he could watch as she grew… and she alone. For once, the rest of the bedroom remained the same size, giving Kitty a front-row seat to the spectacle that was seeing Emily's body take up more and more room on a bed that groaned and creaked ominously for every inch that was lost to the advancing mountain of warm fur and soft curves; the spectacle that was her hips flaring out further, her thighs thickening considerably, and her tits bloating outwards as if to promise to Kitty that, if he was a good little thing, he'd get to be deposited right in the middle of them, to be smushed in an eternal massage in marshmallow heaven.
Alas, that was for another time entirely, at least judging by how he was plopped down on the ground beside the bed, just far enough that Emily could roll over herself and practically hop onto a standing position… almost immediately afterwards swivelling forward as the weight of her tits pulled down on her, leaving the big cat with her hands anchored on the wall and her back bent thanks to the heft of her three busts. It wasn't an accident though; oh no, those claws of hers, ripping lines through the wallpaper, made it very clear that she was deliberately enjoying herself, feeling as her six udders filled and bloated with milk, Kitty too watching as each breasts slowly swelled, cup size after cup size being blown through as the droplets of milk dropping from each teat thickened into a stream, Emily refusing to stop her growth as her eyes went half-lidded and her tongue lolled free from her mouth.
Though she was at a forty-five degree angle with the wall, the giantess didn't stop until her lowermost set was touching the ground, with comparable gains for the two rows above them, before finally straightening her back; in an instant, all lactation stopped, with the thick puddles on the ground being the only proof it ever happened to begin with, though the sloshing only seemed to get louder still. Each motion on Emily's part made her body-sized titstack wobble and jiggle aggressively, its contents churning away as they crashed into one another, occasionally prompting a couple of inches of growth before finally stabilizing a minute or so later; another snap of the fingers, and suddenly Emily was decked out in what appeared to be a multi-piece swimsuit just barely capable of holding her busts up, one that she hastily summoned a t-shirt over before turning around to look at herself in the couple's closet mirror.
She must've been happy with the results, seeing as she turned around with a beaming smile on her face before unceremoniously picking Kitty up and just as casually dropping him directly into her topmost row's cleavage, pushing his limp form further and further in until he was completely buried, only his head left to see the world around him; she didn't even ask him if he was comfortable, mostly since it'd be an entirely redundant line of questioning, instead choosing drop a smooch on his head and immediately head out the door, saying something about having to "take care of Sierra".
It was almost supernatural how easily Emily walked through openings that she should not be capable of traversing, given how her tits were far wider than she was, not to mention that ass she was carrying; and yet, despite the obvious impossibility, no doors seemed capable of stopping her, presumably because the cat, as the goddess of that world, had apparently decided that she would never be hampered by anything resembling a mortal-made obstacle ever again. This seemingly extended to spatial dimensions as well, given that, rather than emerging into their apartment block's hallway once the front door was opened, the two instead found themselves already outdoors, the light of the sun forcing Kitty to momentarily close his eyes, lacking the free hands to shield them; he didn't notice how the "door" vanished into thin air the moment it was closed behind them, nor that Sierra was already waiting for the couple to arrive, sitting on what appeared to be the outdoors balcony for a high-class café that the smaller cat, on finally getting a good look at, was convinced hadn't been there before.
That was perhaps his last thought before his mind was entirely subsumed by the Latias, because if Emily had become a behemothian sculpture of pure curves, then Sierra was… something else entirely. Her body in general was entirely identical to what it always had been, seeing as she had no pretenses of being some kind of fertility goddess, being far more focused on one singular aspect of her form: her absolutely titanic, positively gargantuan orb of a belly. It bordered on the absurd, just how enormous that thing was, so big that even Emily, already tall as she was, could barely even reach the halfway point to Sierra's bellybutton, let alone the very top of that sphere of pudge. It was soft, just as much as it had been during the Latias' ascension episode, and though Kitty couldn't hear it very well thanks to all the sloshing coming from the six tits he was imprisoned by, he was certain that it gurgled and churned just as loudly, if not more so given the right circumstances.
It was, in fact, so positively colossal that it had to be slung out sideways, away from the establishment, completely blocking the road and still spilling several feet onto the pavement on the other side, and a sizable chunk of what used to be a small park. In sharp contrast, the rest of Sierra looked miniscule, almost comically so, and if it weren't for the aura of absolute confidence that the Latias exuded, Kitty might've been convinced that she was pinned down by the weight of her gut. He knew better though; this sort of display of excess would never take place unless Sierra was still perfectly in control of herself, and what use was there in having a belly that big unless she could carry it around and use it to impose herself upon the world at large? It'd be downright wasteful for her to not be capable of walking, especially when that meant she could poke and prod at Emily for being the smaller one for once in their life; this much was obvious in the way that the Latias looked at the approaching cat, a near-malicious glint in her eyes as they analyzed every inch of the feline's curves, attempting to ascertain just how big they truly were… only to then cackle when they realized that their gut was far, far larger than it really needed to be, which as far as Sierra was concerned, was precisely how it had to be.
Emily, meanwhile, was clearly flabbergasted with what she was seeing; she'd expected her friend to be larger than normal, hence why they had to "take care" of them, but from the look of utmost shock stamped on her face, the goddess cat had obviously underestimated her friend's penchant for unrestrained growth. For a moment, she felt tiny, insignificant, even powerless, so much so that the old Emily, the one that advocated for some measure of restraint, began banging on the bars of her mental cell, hoping perhaps to be heard… at least until the cat's confidence came roaring back into action, giving her the strength required to push forward and make a few demands out of Sierra; clearly, the belly with a Latias attached to it didn't understand just how many fundamental laws of existence it was breaking, nor did it seem to care about the tenuous balance that was being kept between the two of them. Sure, Emily herself occasionally lost control of their growthlust and had to destroy a couple of multiverses before getting it back, but that was all part and parcel for creatures such as themselves, and indeed was entirely expected and accounted for; now, this sort of blatant disregard for limitations and restrictions, where Sierra just fattened herself up for all to see, carrying a gut too large to be real, too imposing for the world around it to function properly, would just not do.
Emily didn't stop to think how the same could be said for her, how her own stature had cleared straight through a line that no one else had crossed, how her many breasts had become a legitimate hazard for people around her; as far as the cat was concerned, she had earned the right to be that big, because she wouldn't just abuse that power willy-nilly to satisfy her own urges the way that Sierra was doing so… at least, in her own mind. There were a few confusing thoughts floating around in there that made it difficult for her to focus; something about whatever she did that morning that didn't mesh that well with this sudden ideological position she took… but, clearly, that wasn't important. No, what mattered was reminding Sierra not to abuse her size for no good reason.
In Emily's mind, this should've been easy: as was befitting a goddess of her stature, she would walk up to the Latias, give themr a harmless dressing-down and remind them that, ultimately, the power the two of them wielded was such that it should never be used purely for personal gain like that, not without taking the rest of the world into consideration. They might have a spark of divinity within them, sure, but they kept their growth spurts contained to rare occasions for a reason; if not for their self-control, then the entire universe would simply cease to exist thanks to the strain it was placed under on a regular basis, and if that happened, then what would they do? Most of the charm from their ascensions came from the fact that they were ascensions to begin with, and, by definition, they couldn't exactly take place if there was nowhere to ascend from; thus, it was important to take things in moderation, and critical not to overuse their powers to prevent reality from fraying at the edges.
Very few times did Emily even have to think about issuing this speech, and fewer still where such a thing was even needed at all; though Sierra was far more enthusiastic about outgrowing everything than she herself was, the big cat could at least be reassured that, at the end of the day, the Latias was still on the same wavelength that she was, preempting any need for special containment or reprimands. This particular incident stood out as an exception, not the rule, and as such Emily figured that it was time to remind her friend of what their duties were… which was exactly what should have happened, had her mind not tripped on some sort of wire and been sent down a flight of stairs lacking any ability to control itself. For all of her divinity, for all of her godlike power, the moment that Emily stepped forward to waggle her finger at Sierra, she instead verged off to the side, planting herself bodily onto a small stretch of her friend's belly; in a single instant, she was surrounded on nearly all sides by the Latias' warm form, their gut being surprisingly malleable for something that was clearly stretched to capacity, inviting even Emily's engorged self so far into it that the only thing passers-by could see was the feline's tail… that is, until said feline began to grow again.
It was impossible to resist the allure, impossible to say no when her mind demanded that she unleash her transformative powers; it felt as if physical contact with Sierra had left Emily without the means to hold herself back, like some unseen hand had reached into her head and turned off the switches that dealt with her inhibitions, leaving only raw, primal desire in its wake. The goddess cat didn't even think about what her growth spurt would do to Kitty, nor even that Kitty was there at all; for her, being subsumed into that enormous amount of pudge was tantamount to having reached her personal paradise, and being there, the only thing she should do was… indulge.
Indulge, and let her body grow, bloat, swell; indulge, and allow her six breasts to fill up with milk, her ass to fatten, her thighs to thicken, her body in general to billow outwards as she gained yet more feet in every direction. Indulge, and welcome Sierra's warmth into herself, using it as fuel for the raging furnace fire that was her own growthlust, indulge and simply forget about the fact that she was technically still on a planet with billions of other people, and should therefore think twice before letting loose like that. But she wouldn't, of course, because why should she? Why should she spend even a moment considering what the little ones around her wanted, when she could merely take whatever it was her whims dictated and then put it back harmlessly at literally any point? If hers was the power to control existence itself, to the point where she had literally lost track of the amount of times she had rebuilt the cosmos, then why should she bother?
Such thoughts coursed through Emily's mind as if carried through with a current, unable to hold still for more than just the most fractional of moments, yet still strong enough to leave a lasting impression; all the cat could do at that point was hold onto whatever portion of Sierra was closest to her and billow outwards, taking up so much space that there were some panicked yells once the giantess' body began to plow through the pavement and push back some parked cars. It took no more than a minute before Emily found some semblance of satisfaction, but a minute was all that was needed; once she finally pulled back from embracing the Latias' soft, inviting belly, she was left so enormous that, on attempting to lean onto a building for support once she stumbled backwards, she instead landed her ass squarely on top of a five-storey apartment block, all without having to take her paws off the ground, it being a miracle that the whole structure didn't simply collapse from the weight!
Not that she had much time to consider this, as almost instantly afterwards the goddess cat arched her back forwards, jutting her breasts out in front of her; they had grown tremendously huge during her short hugging period, owing not only to the influx of milk but also the fortuitous amount of additional mass summoned up by Emily's lustful mind, but clearly, this much wasn't enough. Though the titstack was already taller than she was, the giantess bade it grow bigger, her already-strained clothing, barely capable of holding back the size she had already gained, ripping apart at the seams as dozens of cup sizes were blazed through, each second that passed adding a good foot or so to Emily's immense set of breasts; the churning was deafeningly loud, the sloshing of milk heralding the waterfalls that poured out of her six teats just a few seconds later, and still those things swelled, still she kept her chest pointed as far out as she physically could, her mouth wide open and her tongue lolling out.
Emily was clearly no longer in control… but something else was, perhaps a different version of herself hidden deep inside of her psyche; for the giantess did stop, even if it took until every inch of space between herself and the line of buildings on the other side of the road was fully occupied by her six gigantic milk factories. Only when her lowermost nipples pierced through the facades of the apartment complexes (un)lucky enough to be her targets, with the topmost four too busy spurting milk in wide arches far above everyone's heads, did Emily's eyes come back into focus, and the growth stop… only for her to then hiccup. Those things were devastating to her figure, even in the best of times, and seeing as she was easily over eighty feet already, the building she was using as an improvised seat didn't last for much longer; thankfully, the first thing the shockwave did to her was leave her ass big enough that it barely even fell down at all, utterly demolishing the (mercifully empty) structure underneath her while leaving Emily with plenty of padding to comfortable sit upon her new throne.
She would need this, considering the next upgrade came to her breasts nary a moment later, when the hiccup's power poured into her bust and very easily tripled it in size! In an instant, an already colossal set of mammaries became utterly disproportional to a body that was, itself, gigantic beyond reason, and if it weren't for Emily's ass being so wide that she could use it as a means to balance herself, she would've very easily tipped over and been buried underneath the weight of her many busts; to call this catastrophic would be an understatement, considering her tits were roughly three hundred feet tall… each. It was a spectacle, to be sure, and yet despite this, it wasn't Emily who was in charge there, not when the sound that imposed itself above all others came not from within the gargantuan milk factories attached to her chest, but from Sierra, who for some reason was yawning at the sight of her friend completely losing control over their size!
"You done?" were her only words, issued in a tone that made it quite clear who she believed to be in charge of their new power dynamic, quickly followed by a demonstration that made it exceedingly obvious just what the Latias' plans truly were. For clearly, it wasn't enough for her to just be big; she had to be the biggest, and it wasn't going to be Emily who stood in the way.
The cat was enormous, that much was clear, so large in fact that Kitty, stuck was he was on the very top of the topmost row, now incapable of seeing his mate's entire body even from what had been a perfect vantage point, feared that a new universe-sized growth spurt might be coming their way, and that Emily had utterly lost herself to the madness of self-indulgent expansion. Despite the fact that she very much wanted to, however, the bigger feline was still in possession of enough of her mental faculties to deny herself that one last pleasure, and to force herself to sit down and not push her limits any longer; it was bad enough that she was going to have to spend days shrinking back down, the cosmos did not need yet another ascension event so soon after the last one… though clearly, Sierra thought differently.
For a brief grace period, Emily did genuinely believe that perhaps the Latias was simply being snippy for its own sake, that they didn't have any ulterior motives beyond poking fun at her own inability to contain the obvious arousal she felt; in this gloriously blissful moment of ignorance, the big cat convinced herself that she'd merely had a slight hang-up, and that given enough time and effort, things could go back to the way they used to be… only to then turn aside and, instead of the local landscape rolling down onto the urban jungle, see what was, unmistakably, Sierra's belly. It had appeared so quickly, so unexpectedly, that once again Emily was only saved from being buried beneath her own heft by way of her curves being so exaggerated that they served as their own means of grounding her, though she was pushed aside with enough force to carve a path of destruction through a series of residential areas, unable to stop herself as the enormous gut by her side kept getting larger and larger still, seemingly with no rhyme or reason.
Sierra wasn't just one-upping her, they were going above and beyond with how massive they made their stomach, and judging from the way it was rumbling, their hunger was spiking to dangerous levels as well. Oddly enough, despite the fact that the sudden and explosive growth burst only ended when Emily was just as comparatively smaller to the Latias' belly as she had been when the two met just minutes before, Sierra herself was just as unassumingly calm and chill as she had been; in sharp contrast to the big kitten, whose mind had to constantly stop itself from breaking free from its self-imposed shackles in a way that was very obvious to anyone paying attention, the Latias was the picture of serenity, slowly and gently patting her her own tum with one of her wings, seemingly unaware of the sheer amount of destruction her wanton disregard for others had caused. To her, she might as well have just added a couple of inches to herself, and seeing how she was looking upwards at the giantess beside her, or at least the parts of them that she could see, it would be clear to all that Sierra was seeing this interaction (for lack of a better word) as a contest of sorts; Emily had shown up far larger than they had any right to be, and yet still smaller than her own gut, as things were supposed to go in this new world the Latias was creating.
Yet, upon making contact, the other giantess' inhibitions were shattered, leaving behind only a creature of pure lust who knew nothing but the notion of growth, of excess, of more… and, in return, Sierra had graciously shown Emily where their place was: underneath her on the size ladder. Truth be told, the Latias hadn't expected her fellow goddess to go down that route, at least not so quickly; it was almost insultingly easy how she succeeded at using her psychic powers on the feline, how simple it was to use that moment of distraction during the universal reset to rearrange a few variables and teach the big cat a few things about body positivity and self-acceptance. Sierra had expected a literal goddess to be more resistant to attempted interference on that level, but perhaps it was a case of Emily already having those thoughts in there somewhere, and only needing a little push to get them to the forefront of her mind… a push that Sierra was more than happy to provide, if it ended up with the two of them locked in a contest for size dominance.
After all, she did leave the cat's self-restraint intact, creating a perfect storm where they would be at odds with themselves while she was free to grow as much as she very well wanted; and what she wanted was to only grow as much as absolutely necessary, not only to serve as a means of reinforcing her superiority over Emily, but to entice the big cat into growing just a little bit more, again and again, in a cycle that would never truly end while the two of them were still alive and well… and seeing as they were both literal goddesses who existed on a plane of being far above that of the tiny little creatures scurrying around them, with the two of them wielding a power so great and beyond mortal comprehension that they could literally make and unmake Creation itself at the drop of a hat and with a snap of the fingers, that wouldn't be any time soon.
As far as Sierra cared, Emily worried too much; if they accidentally ripped reality to shreds, they could just make a new one, a better one, one that wouldn't fray at the edges just because its attendant goddesses decided to have some fun, one that could last properly without the need for a reset. And Emily herself would see this, in time, and with proper motivation; after all, she was already eyeing that colossal belly by her side again, her hands outstretched, ready to pull herself into a tight hug.
Goodness, it was easy to get that cat stuck into vicious cycles.
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It was a morning like any other, except for how chilly it was in the middle of September. Temperatures had been going down for a while, yes, Saturn was surprised at how cold he felt waking up, especially since he remembered dragging the blankets onto himself the night before. Probably one of the windows deciding to roll open again, he did still need to call up a repairman to fix that, or perhaps his AC decided to turn on in the middle of the night like it had been doing for a good month.
Lot of things broken in his apartment, oddly enough.
He thought nothing of it, stretching out and getting out of bed, narrowly avoiding bonking his head against the wall thanks to his grogginess, mumbling something about still feeling the impact. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, enough to start wondering if he drank anything the previous night and just forgot about it completely. Surely he would remember getting sloshed… maybe. There was that one time he downed a whole bottle of scotch and woke up the next day feeling like he'd been shot five times in the everywhere, then had to be reminded of what happened when he was inebriated; not fun.
First things first: getting some water on him. Wouldn't do much if he was hungover, but it should at least wake him enough to figure out why he felt as weird as he did. On the way there he kept bumping into everything he could find, though oddly enough his hips were never close enough to justify what he was feeling; still half-asleep, it was easy for him to not notice just what was new about his lower body, but as soon as he walked near the sink and splashed a few handfuls of cold water onto his face, the realization wouldn't be too far behind.
It wasn't the first time his body decided to spring a surprise like that on him, and it wouldn't be the last. At the very least it explained why he was feeling so chilly; damn thing probably slid the sheets off him with a particularly strong twitch! Also conveniently explained why he kept hitting things despite being nowhere near them, and why it felt like all the blood in his head had rushed downwards; it probably, actually did.
Saturn's cock, already sizable by default, had gotten an upgrade, a consequence (perhaps) of his hyper nature wanting to play around with proportions while he wasn't looking. Nighttime growth bursts had become a fact of life in the past few years, to the point where the yeen's only response was to stare at the twitching, foot-and-a-half-long member and sigh in resignation, wondering if he had any clean underwear that could fit him at that size. He couldn't just go to work looking like he'd overdosed on blue pills, after all; last time he did, he had to explain to a very flustered HR manager what exactly the deal was with his body. It was easy enough to hide, assuming he had some minor compressors on hand; the major issue was going to be the leaking more than anything else.
He brought a hand beneath his rod, feeling up the orbs underneath; as expected, they received just as much of a boost as his shaft had, to the point where they genuinely felt a bit sore from how stuffed they'd gotten over the night. It also conveniently explained the soft splattering of fluids on the ground, something he decided to worry about later rather than busy himself with mopping that early in the morning. Resigned to his fate, Saturn turned to the toilet… before remembering just how powerful his loads were and doing a full one-eighty to face the bathtub, taking a deep breath in order to steady himself.
That part of his day was always the worst; he hate-loved how good it felt, mostly because it kept going for so long that he had time to contemplate it. It was a necessity, not a luxury, yet he often forgot about it in the throes of passion and self-love; hard not to when one sees their cock twitching hard enough to be able to feel it in one's hands, firing thick strands of one's seed with enough potency to loudly impact the wall and have bits of it spring back and fall on the ground, completely ignoring the target underneath. Nonetheless, it was a requirement if he wanted to get through the day properly; if he didn't empty out, there was a significant chance of him losing control of his swelling and then clogging one of the stalls at work, something he had absolutely no intention of repeating ever again.
That morning was at least kind enough to him to let the hyena go through that unfortunate bit of his routine without needing to worry all that much about losing control; it was still extremely powerful and beyond his ability to describe, to say nothing of how it very nearly brought him to his knees multiple times in between climaxes, but he didn't moan loudly for anyone to come milk him or felt the need to call someone to go do just that, which as far as Saturn cared made that a solid win. Not just that, but the leaking stopped as well; he could finally go back to his room without having to worry about needing to clean it later, even if he felt the familiar pang hitting his groin a few minutes later, signalling his cum factories kicking into gear again. A bit sooner than expected, but not at all a surprise.
At least he still had some compressor underwear to pick from… even if they were a lot larger than he needed. He recalled with some degree of embarrassment that he'd gotten rid of the smaller pieces after convincing himself that, given his proclivity for explosive growth, he probably wouldn't need them; at no point did he consider that his body might decide to throw him a curveball like that and gift him with some new assets that, while not terribly large, were still a nuisance regardless. He sighed again, finding some elastic bands to keep those things as close to him as he could, before heading out to work.
The utter mundanity and lack of anything of note that followed him throughout that day made for the best possible contrast to what he found when he got back home. After spending so long with nothing of note happening, Saturn had genuinely forgotten about what had happened earlier in the morning, only vaguely remembered of it when he had to readjust his pants and noticed he had rubber bands keeping his underwear in place, only for that vague remembrance to fade back into obscurity. Thus, when he was done with his shift and threw his pants off after returning home, it was with no small amount of surprise that he found his underwear fit him perfectly.
It took a bit before he remembered why that was supposed to be weird, until his mind helped him put two and two together and the yeen had the sudden realization that he had been growing throughout the day without even noticing. In a slight state of panic, he raced to the bathroom and put both hands on the compressor gear, halting just in time for his fears to impose themselves. What was he going to see when he took those things off? Was there going to be a flood of cum, the piece of clothing having overflowed when he wasn't looking? Did his lower body bulge out as well, giving him curves that would make leaving the bathroom a lot harder than it was coming in? He almost didn't want to see it, afraid that whatever happened to him would leave them too flabbergasted to do anything at all.
Almost.
With no end of trepidation, Saturn gently tugged down on his underwear, slowly revealing a cock that was, by all means, a lot thicker than it had been that morning. The yeen stifled a grunt, biting his lip and tongue as he struggled to keep removing his compressor. Some part of him told him that it'd be a waste to reveal all of it at once; he was better savouring the moment, letting it last for as long as possible… then again, he did need to get started on dinner, and immediately Saturn regretted thinking that, since his brain made the obvious connection and the ensuing arousal only served to thicken up that rod considerably more. At that point, there was no other way to go but down, and as such… he pulled down.
The resulting explosion of cockmeat was enough to throw even the hyena out of balance; he'd seen a lot of good dicks in his day, but the last thing he expected was for that compressor to have performed so admirably in hiding a rod of that size without breaking in half. He had to take several steps back just to let it hang free, what with his member getting stuck underneath the sink after painfully hitting the wall hard enough to crack it, and even then it still rose to graze the ceiling, looming over his body in a manner so oversized that Saturn was left completely speechless. It was wide enough that he'd need both hands to hold it properly, and yet even that was overshadowed by its length and apparent productivity; the tip was bubbling with enough pre to completely coat its entire length in only a few seconds, dripping happily onto the floor and even smearing part of the yeen's chest in its shiny sheen. Every heartbeat seemed to travel along it, creating a small shockwave that forced the very visible veins to throb and pulsate loudly, and just looking at it was enough to get him all light-headed; how exactly he was maintaining that monster without the blood vessels in the rest of his body emptying out was anyone's guess, a thought that poor Saturn was more or less unable to produce, his mind far too focused on what had to be one of the biggest sizes he ever developed for himself.
He had expected his shaft to grow over the course of the day; it wasn't anything new, even when he didn't undergo any growth spurts at all, but to have it go from "mildly big" to "room-dominating" was a jump he just wasn't ready for. The one saving grace was the lack of any additions anywhere else; the rest of his body was exactly how he left it, even if it was already feeling the pain from having to lug around a cock of that size and magnitude.
There weren't a lot of options for him there. He never knew how to shrink, that was just something his body did on its own; far as he was aware, he just had to hold tight and wait until his rod decided to come down of its own volition, which was far easier said than done considering how much he really, really wanted to spend a few hours rubbing his entire body against it. The one thing he did know helped for certain was release, and given how he had the rest of the day for himself, the thought of making dinner no longer applied to the kitchen.
Saturn didn't even bother aiming for the bathtub; at a size like that, any attempt to direct the flow was folly at its greatest, and he'd be surprised if he didn't end up having to scrape cum off the ceiling by the time he was done. At least he would be producing a nice, filling meal, ready to be delivered so long as he opened his mouth and craned his neck upwards, a thought that only made that shaft throb even harder and its underside bloat as it was forced to carry the immense loads of precum his clenching orbs were pressure-hosing out of themselves.
And that was another thing! He was so engrossed in how much his cock had grown that he failed to notice how his balls had bloated in a similar manner; even having to drag them across the floor didn't make him pick up on it, probably as a result of being so used to doing that in the first place. Still, each one of those cum factories was big enough that he could feasibly sit on it, making for a wonderfully overstuffed beanbag that Saturn was happy to rest his weight on, if only because he knew the slight pain and soreness would be offset by the colossal amounts of seed such an action would produce.
And how right he was… suddenly having all of the yeen pressing down on them made those tanks react in the way Saturn expected them to, blowing a load strong enough that it rebounded off the ceiling and hit him square in the face, turning his world white and overloading his sensitive nose for a few seconds before he attuned to the musky, salty scent; right afterwards, it was a matter of letting his tongue work its magic, the long muscle lapping up whole mouthfuls of his own cum before dragging them down his throat, the yeen gulping loudly enough that it could almost be heard over the sounds of his near-continuous release.
Almost.
The bathroom was filled by gurgling and churning, fluids splattering and bouncing off increasingly-damaged tiles as the hyena's body continued to press down on a set of nuts so productive that, not only did they refuse to empty out despite being commanded to, but somehow bloated harder still in the middle of one of the best climaxes Saturn had ever experienced. Poor thing was so busy being buried by, and tasting his own seed that he didn't even notice how his feet were being slowly lifted off the ground, how his nuts were swelling and ballooning with so much size that he would soon become immobilized if he did nothing to stop it.
But how could he stop it? Or perhaps most importantly, why would he? It felt so right to finally let go, to experience another explosive growth burst. It had been weeks since the last one, too long really for someone as self-indulgent as himself. The idea that it might stick that time didn't exactly occur to him, courtesy of his previous "episodes" always having been temporary affairs; honestly, he was far more worried about when his new assets would shrink back down. He certainly wasn't coming into work the day after, nor probably the day after that, but he still needed the money at the end of the month. Of course, much like before, the yeen wasn't in the right mental state to worry about such silly things as income and living standards; all he wanted to continue experiencing that mind-shattering release, relishing in his cumbath for as long as he could, until his brain could take no more.
He woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, covered in sweat, cum, and what he presumed to be copious amounts of spit, leaning half against the wall and half against the door; his balls were still so enormously swollen that his body now constituted a minority of his total mass, reducing him to little more than an accoutrement on a male package of colossal size. It'd be kind of funny if it weren't such a massive inconvenience, something that the hyena became all too aware of when his brain woke up properly and he took stock of his situation.
Moving was… not possible. Much as he wanted to at least drag himself to ground level, there was nothing around him he could use to do so, and the shrinkage he'd been expecting hadn't even begun to manifest, effectively leaving him stranded atop a pair of churning nuts that insisted on throbbing hard enough to serve as massage chairs for the rest of his body. His cock wasn't any better, given that it had bent at an odd angle just to fit into the bathroom; at least its tip was directly above the bathtub, the drain admirably holding up against the tide of thick fluids leaking from him.
But that wasn't the worst of it. In fact, if his cock and balls growing were the highlight of that day's show, the yeen might've even been fine with it; wasn't the first time he'd grown that large, so he could always call on his neighbors by shouting loud enough, or keep trying to move down from his perch by contorting himself even harder. No, the real problem was that the rest of him had begun to grow as well.
He was probably knocked out for several hours, because he didn't remember any prior situation where he suddenly developed a pair of hand-filling breasts in anything less than a good night's sleep (or anything equivalent), and yet he had two of them, right there in front of him, feeling sore, full and about to leak at the slightest provocation. This much drew so much ire out of Saturn that he went right past sighing and straight into growling, loudly denouncing the powers that be for saddling him with a body that refused to listen to conventional biology. Assuming his growth spurt carried on like it had been, then the bathroom was going to be extremely cramped in just a few short hours, especially given how he could still feel his nuts slowly expanding with every other heartbeat.
He was working on borrowed time and was painfully aware of it, thus needing him to start considering more… drastic options. There was no way he was going to do anything on his own, so the first step in the "plan" was to shout at the top of his lungs for help, and hope that someone noticed it was his voice; hopefully, they'd be able to put two and two together and come to his aid before the fire department had to be called to deal with flooding. Saturn ended up screaming himself hoarse before anyone showed up, knocking at his front door and asking him what was wrong and prompting the hyena to put whatever was left of his strength behind one last cry for help, managing to get out a "Stuck!" before his voice failed completely.
It still took his many acquaintances about ten minutes before they found the landlord and secured a key to his place, whereupon they discovered the cause for the "minor flooding" in the most direct way possible. It was a testament to Saturn's constant size woes that the biggest reaction he got out of anyone was a tired sigh and a declaration by one of the tenants that he wasn't going to help that time, though thankfully the rest of the small group was courteous enough to put up with yet another of their neighbor's "grew too big too for his house" episodes.
Thankfully, the problem was easily solved: get some compressor gear, grab some galoshes and raincoats and then brave the interior of the bathroom, hoping to be able to hold their breaths long enough to get the clothing on in stages. The small crowd had to take shifts so as to avoid letting the smells overpower them, turning what could have been a simple ten minute job into an hour-long marathon that tested not only their resolve, but Saturn's as well. By the end, everyone was gasping for breath and eager to be literally anywhere but there, with many even walking out unceremoniously after dropping their protective gear on the ground; the yeen couldn't blame them, as those coats did look terribly coated in his juices and they were all there out of the kindness of their own hearts. He made a mental note to send all of them some kind of gift later anyway, probably invite them over for dinner after he cleaned up the place.
With his assets contained and his leaking issues revolved, he bid everyone farewell after properly thanking them for their help, always an awkward thing to do considering the circumstances. It was only then that Saturn noticed it was most likely the middle of the morning, judging from ambient light, which meant his boss was probably wondering where exactly his employee was. Sure enough, after waddling over to his bedroom, he saw a series of unanswered calls on his phone, sweat breaking out again as he dreaded having to explain what happened the day before. This went double since he had to ask for that day off as well; couldn't just leave all of those bodily fluids lying around without getting cleaned, since the last time he had that bright idea he had to spend a whole weekend scraping the solidified gunk off the walls and ceiling. Then again, the prospect of a shouting match over the phone wasn't high up on his list of priorities, causing him to waste so much time that his workplace resolved that problem for him by calling again themselves.
The ensuing conversation was long, terribly embarrassing and above all ended in a direct threat by the HR department that he'd be fired if he refused to learn how to contain his "incidents," despite constant assurances on Saturn's part that they were completely out of his control. At least they still gave him the day off, even if they weren't going to pay him for it, allowing him to pace himself in taking care of the severe spillage issues that came as a result of his unfettered growth spurt. It was time he had to think, time he had to consider what might happen.
His breasts had been sore for some time already, even more so than when he first noticed he had them at all, and the occasion droplet of milk falling off his increasingly-engorged nipples was enough to let him know that bad things were coming his way. If he didn't do anything to stop it, he'd soon be needing a compressor bra to go with his shorts, and seeing how the lower piece of equipment was already feeling incredibly tight, so much so that the yeen eyed his box of trinkets with a greedy look, the end result for his chest might be so spectacular as to leave him unable to resist it. This alone was a much larger problem than any size upgrade; the growthlust building up inside the hyena was very real and very dangerous, something that only ever reared its head during the worst of his episodes. For it to be nagging at him, scratching the back of his head with long, dreadful claws, then whatever was in store for his body had to be big.
He worried himself with these thoughts for the rest of the day, even as nothing massive truly happened. His milkers still felt incredibly tight and required a couple of squeezes into the kitchen sink, but they didn't actually grow at all; it was enough to leave the yeen confused and half-relieved, having deluded himself into believing that maybe things were going to be fine and his body had reached its peak for the day. Maybe, he thought to himself, he'd wake up the next day being even smaller, a thought that warmed him far more than it should when he went to bed, conveniently ignoring how hard it groaned when he climbed onto it.
Suffice to say, he did not wake up any smaller.
At first, things seemed to be fine. His package was certainly not heavier than it had been the night before, and considering how it wasn't scraping the ceiling, then the compressor gear was still holding it back. The soft sloshing and churning of his nuts was as low as always and his chest was surprisingly dry, given how it had two sets of tits to its name.
That fact alone took Saturn a good five minutes to process, during which he kept moving his hands from one bosom to the next, still waking up and unsure if what he was feeling was real or a product of a very tired brain attempting to make sense of the previous day's happenings. After convincing himself that it was absolutely not fantasy, the hyena had to stifle a yelp loud enough that his neighbors would come knocking on his door again, and would've ran straight for the bathroom if not for his still-swollen male apparatus making it hard to move anywhere with any celerity. Once there, however, there was no doubt that he had suddenly, and inexplicably, developed an extra pair of tits.
Now, the main concern for the yeen wasn't the obvious, but rather the implied; there had been no change in size, merely in number, which naturally made him incredibly fearful of the possibility that such a thing might've also happened below the waist. His package seemed to be the same weight as before, but those were some incredibly potent compressors he was wearing, making it harder than usual to gauge how big he was from touch and feeling alone. There was one way to find for certain, but doing so would lead to potential confirmation, and as much as Saturn wanted to feel that rush, he knew he shouldn't.
Then again, what exactly could do he do otherwise? Ignore it? He tried doing that on day one and it ended up with him flooding his bathroom and growing big enough to nearly touch the ceiling, itself leading to a titty duplication. Not paying attention to his (literally) growing problem was only going to make it worse, doubly so if he was right; assuming his cock had copied itself, he was going to need a lot more than just a pair of special underwear.
Gulping loudly, he brought both hands to his compressor's elastic band, slowly lowering it in a way where he could peek at its contents. He barely got a couple of inches out before the suddenly-decompressed flesh bulged out hard enough to nearly take the whole thing off, giving the yeen barely a second to force the underwear back on before smashing his sink into tiny bits. It was still long enough for him to confirm that indeed, there were two shafts protruding from his groin, two very engorged shafts that were just as, if not thicker than the one he had sported the day before. Saturn was left gasping for breath, feeling like he'd come out of a mile-long sprint, his head still racing as it tried to understand just what the hell was going on with him. He had never gone through something like that before; big sizes, yes, immense sizes in fact, but never once did his body refuse to shrink back down after three days had passed, much less put on even more mass by doubling up his assets while he wasn't looking.
It made for a very confusing revelation precisely because there was no frame of reference; it had been years at that point since Saturn had experienced anything truly new, and he didn't like how that felt. Growing was amazing, but not knowing when it was going to stop made for such an overwhelming sensation of discomfort that he honestly felt like throwing up… at least when he didn't want to bring both hands to his curves and squeeze them until he came.
Now cows required, nor in fact needed.
Still, there was still his job to worry about, and it was doubtful they'd let him stay home again, so he had to find something to keep him under control. A wide selection of compressor trinkets would do the trick, neatly disguised as clip-on earrings that he could easily pass off as being a silly fashion statement he picked up for no given reason. Fearing that his busts might decide to grow out during the day, Saturn made sure to include two compressor bras in his get-up, having to fight against himself just to get the lower one on, to say nothing of how difficult it was to hide them underneath his shirt. He gave up even trying to accomplish the latter after it became obvious how much his choice of attire was composed of incredibly striking colours, leaving him ripe for playful mockery when his coworkers asked him if he took a day off to get a boob job from the local plastic surgery clinic.
It was all in good fun, and at least no one seemed too mad about him skipping a full day (apart from his boss, who was noticeably quite pissed at him for the whole shift), making for a somewhat-decent day spent not worrying about flooding hazards. He still occasionally felt his body tugging at the limits of his compressors, testing them, attempting to see just how far it could go before the trinkets failed completely, only to step back before doing anything stupid. It was an inner war that Saturn feared he would inevitably lose, though probably not before wrapping up his tasks for the day and having the chance to put some more earrings on… maybe a lip-ring or two as well.
The shift ended without any casualties amongst his clothing, and to his utter relief, the small monitors built into his compressor bras weren't reporting any size changes whatsoever. On getting home and taking a peek inside of his underwear, the same could be said for his double manhoods and quad-cumtanks; though still big, they hadn't grown, making for a very happy yeen and even happier prospects for the day after. Though he was still reticent about hoping for shrinkage, at least he kept himself from growing even bigger (somehow), opening the door for stabilization to take over. Still didn't take the compressors off during the night, of course; doing so might very well lead to the structural stability of the building collapsing. Or to himself drowning in his juices, albeit with a smile on his face.
As it turned out, it might've been a good idea to do so, as only after waking up did Saturn remember that he never once in his life had ever kept his compressor gear on while sleeping until the day before… and that night. It never occurred to him that it might do anything out of the ordinary, since after all he'd worn it plenty of times before over the course of whole days, but what the yeen failed to account for was that his body was very obviously no longer in the mood for the same rules as always, and while he was safely dreaming about things he wouldn't remember later on, his clothing began to strain at the seams.
He woke up early, as usual, leaning sideways to turn his alarm off before it drilled through his skull too hard. Once again he found it harder than usual to move around, but chose to believe that it was due to fluid build-up rather than any size upgrade like before; his compressors could only hold back so much, and he was very productive during the night even in the best of days, so it wasn't at all unexpected. Getting off of bed still worked, plus Saturn could still move, so clearly things weren't all that bad, even if he was sloshier than usual. It was only once he reached the bathroom, again, that his grogginess was wiped out and replaced by equal parts panic and alarm.
He had breasts. Visibly, he had breasts. While this wasn't at all new, the bras he was wearing were meant to keep his chest as flat as normal, and yet he was sporting three pairs of tits that could easily put most anyone to shame.
Wait, there?!
Poor guy was so focused on seeing his chest billowing out that he failed to notice how there was a third set of milkers right below the first two, leaving him extra surprised after noticing that it also had a bra holding them back. When did he do that? Did he wake up in the middle of the night and just not remember it? Did he sleepwalk and end up putting more compressors on?! So many questions were rushing through his head that, for a blissful moment, he was more worried about what his head was thinking about during the night than the fact he was overflowing from what was supposed to be high-grade compressor gear; his apparent size was very much near the end of the alphabet, the reinforced cloth struggling to hold him back, and yet those things were still very much active and keeping his size down. How big he was underneath, he had no clue; to know he'd have to check a panel on the front of the bras, which was understandably a bit too far away for him to access properly.
Saturn spent a good ten minutes or so holding his head in his hands and shaking it from side to side, mumbling to himself about how this had to be a dream or nightmare of some kind and how it was just not possible. His biggest growth spurt to date had only lasted about half a day before going back down, and he was already on his fourth full day without any signs of stopping. Was this it? Did his body finally decide to start growing and never stop? What about his home, what about his life… what about his job?
His job!
Panic set in a lot faster than before when the hyena remembered he still technically had to go to work that day, even if he was reasonably certain his package had probably added another cock and set of orbs to it, just like last time. Now that he was fully awake, the noise was finally getting to him, with the interminable sloshing of his udders and balls being enough to make even him blush from how strong they were, leaving the yeen wondering just how exactly he was supposed to get through a whole day without losing control of himself. It wasn't even a matter of personal safety anymore; if his compressors failed in any way, there was a non-zero chance he might actually hurt someone else, what with his assets exploding with enough size to plow through anything that might be in front of him. He was a genuine threat to workplace stability… and that's exactly what he was banking on.
There was no other way. He couldn't go to work, not like that; not only was the above all too real of a threat, but he could feel his self-control slipping with each passing moment. In a few hours at best, the yeen was going to be pushing his hands deep into his own flesh, kneading and rubbing it down in mindless self-exploration when his libido grew too strong for his ability to control it. It wasn't a possibility as much as it was a timer; it was going to happen, and the only question was when. Therefore, he thought, the best thing to do was go to work, point this out in the most obvious way possible, and then hope his managers were sane enough to let him back home.
To that end, he didn't even bother with clothing. Why should he, when he didn't even have anything that could fit him? His junk was still perfectly secure, thanks to his chosen shorts being some of the strongest pieces he had in store, and while his bosoms were very much more exposed than not, he still had his nipples hidden away; if anyone were to stop him in the street, they couldn't technically blame him for public indecency, even if just barely.
Not much of a relief when it came to the taxi driver, though, who insisted on Saturn pushing down the back seats and wobbling into the trunk, refusing to go anywhere until the yeen found some solution to his size issue; couldn't expect the man to drive a car when he had two sets of breasts constantly pushing him from the side and making it impossible to use the stick properly. This did have the unfortunate side-effect of causing an endless amount of churning any time the vehicle made too sharp of a turn, and even from his position lying down Saturn could clearly see his driver's face growing increasingly red; that he drove off the moment his customer closed the trunk door behind him spoke volumes about what was going through his mind.
It being early morning, the streets were lined with people heading to work, that part of town being predominantly dominated by large office blocks. A bunch of blue-collar workers whose lives were barely ever interesting enough to bring up during polite conversation were confronted with the sight of the yeen, who for a few brief moments wondered what it would be like to strip down in front of everyone. It was such an odd thought for him, or so he believed, because he never once considered the possibility of showing off in public; perhaps it was all the pressure he was feeling behind the compressors finally getting to him, or maybe he was that desperate for some relief that he was willing to let strangers rub him down with impunity. Whatever the case, Saturn had to fight against himself just to walk inside the building, very nearly getting stuck on the way in from how much he was carrying in front of him.
To his utter relief, he had at long last reached a size that even his shift manager couldn't ignore. Hell, their face when they saw Saturn walking in was so funny that the hyena honestly thought about laughing, about three seconds before another wave of milk crashed into all six of his tits. He barely got out an explanation before he was ordered to go back home, his superior outright telling him not to come back until he had his "issue" under control; as long as he was that large, he would not be allowed back on the premises.
Saturn didn't know whether to thank the man or sob at the prospect of losing heavens know how many days of work. His one hope was getting in contact with his HR department and maybe, maybe getting them to consider the extraordinary circumstances as being enough to qualify for medical leave; he was incapacitated due to his physiology being out of whack, in the most technical of ways possible, so he was certain someone would listen to him. Unfortunately, this did mean having to wait for another taxi after the last one drove off so unceremoniously, forced to sit on the curb outside and be the target for so many eyes that he began sweating.
He should want to be alone. He should want to be in his house, away from stimulation, hoping to shrink down. But he didn't want that; no, he wanted someone to… do something. All of those passers-by, people that he vaguely recognized from his many years working there, they were all staring at him like he was some kind of vaguely amusing sideshow. A few were clearly aroused by the sight of the bloated yeen, struggling to even remain still after plopping his ass down on the sidewalk, but none of them did anything… and yet he wanted them to. He wanted someone to act on their impulses, to break through the many layers of shame and awkwardness and just plunge their hands into his form, to remove the compressor bras, to rip apart his shorts, to let his whole body flow freely into the outside world. He wanted it so much that he was ready to scream for it, beg for it, right before he remembered that if he did so, he'd be in so much trouble that even his growth woes would pale in comparison.
That said, he did get his wish… sort of. As soon as the second taxi arrived, it became clear that Saturn was no longer capable of getting up on his own; it was an entirely accidental revelation, as the yeen had no idea how heavy they truly were when they sat down, but the fact of the matter was his assets had simply become too much for him to handle. He remained stuck to his seat of choice until the cabbie and a couple of other people were kind enough to help him up, then shove him into the back of the car just like when he first arrived. This one driver was at least nice enough to try and make polite conversation, even if his eyes were focused more on the pile of engorged, furred flesh sprawled over the back of his car than they were on the road, leaving the hyena feeling slightly nervous. Still, he got home safe and sound, if no less stuffed, and secured the help of the doorman to get back to his apartment.
With the door locked behind him, he was finally safe, a thought that brought with it so many others that Saturn had to physically strike his own head to remember he was supposed to be calling people to justify himself. He dragged himself over to the living room, heaving his frame onto the couch, only to hear its springs begin to groan in protest; dutifully ignoring them, the yeen used the last shreds of his willpower to dial the number for the HR department, then spent about five minutes talking with them before the first line-crossing happened.
The people on the other end of line were left flabbergasted at the kind of noises Saturn made, most of which weren't even coming from his throat at all. It at least served as proof that he wasn't making up any of his claims; the yeen truly was incapacitated to the degree they claimed they were, at least if all that mad sloshing was anything to go by. Not wanting to have to listen to any more of those noises, the person on the other end of the line quickly went through the necessary questions and then hung up as quickly as they could, leaving Saturn alone with himself for the foreseeable future.
It was only then he thought that maybe doing this was a poor choice.
With no one and nothing to provide a distraction, there was only himself. And with there only being himself, nothing really stopped the yeen from succumbing to his own body and giving in to his innermost desires, nothing beyond his own sanity and will power, both of which had been eroded to such a degree that it was doubtful they were even there at all anymore. All he could hear was himself, slorshing, churning, bloating with each passing moment, growing bigger and fuller, heavier and heftier, unable to stop whatever phantom force had taken control of him and exacerbated his hyper traits to absurd dimensions. He didn't know what to do, really, and that's what got to him; if he had any clue about how he could stop or halt the process, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd do everything in his power to make it happen (though it was still doubtful he actually could); with nothing though… there was nothing. Just himself.
The first few hours were spent wondering whether or not he should remove his compressor gear. Doing so would inevitably lead him down a path of self-indulgence that he would not recover from until such a point as his body decided to shrink down, if it decided to do so at all. It would completely overwhelm him and the house he was in; he was probably big enough to physically wreck the place if allowed to be at his "true" size, not even counting the possibility that he might intrude on his upstairs and downstairs neighbors. Hell, the structural stability of the building itself was at risk as far as he cared, especially considering how big his tits had to be if even his bras made him look that massive.
Nothing but negatives, and yet Saturn really wanted to do it anyway. There was no rational reason for it, just his desire to go completely wild and finally appreciate his hyper nature to its fullest extent for a change, even if it meant the complete destruction of his home and the potential ruination of the entire apartment block if his flooding capabilities were as well-developed as he thought they were. Maybe if anyone had asked him before, the yeen would've said no, would've declared their utmost dedication to keeping themselves in check, if not for them, then for everyone else's sake; but stuck as he was on a couch that was bound to break any second now and unable to go anywhere but outward, it was hard to come up with a solution to his boredom that didn't involve some property damage.
This is when it came to him, an idea that made even that one sound like a perfectly reasonable and sane alternative. Curiously enough, he had it just as he was about to tug on one of his bras with the full intent of removing it from himself, stopped only by the sudden realization that he was going to be wasting a perfectly good opportunity to test his limits. The compressors on him were extremely expensive, some of the best he had; the bras could afford to take on larger sizes, but he never had any real reason to invest in anything bigger. Stil, they were the ones capable of holding back the most of Saturn, and they were already failing to do so; why not, then… wait?
It was such a simple thought, and yet one that brought such a sly smile to his face that, were the yeen to see it reflected in a mirror, he might be genuinely terrified at what was going on behind those glinting eyes of his. Of course he shouldn't remove any of his trinkets; to do so would be to miss an amazing opportunity, an opportunity to watch as his body grew and grew, closer to the breaking point with each passing second, an opportunity to sit there and observe as the clothing meant to shrink down even the biggest of hypers failed to do anything but sink into his flesh from how much it was failing to contain it. Of course he shouldn't remove those compressors with his own two hands; his body would do that for him with far more gusto.
The idea was so delectable that Saturn found himself licking his lips without even meaning to, his hands already sunk heavily into his topmost row of breasts, his breath heavy and hot as the mental images of his "perfect self" began to solidify in front of his eyes. He could see himself, bigger than ever, so big in fact that his house crumbled around him. He could see his frame bloated and swollen beyond recognition, four pairs of tits, five, eight, an equal number of cumtanks and half as many cocks, his compressor shorts ripped to shreds and bras reduced to mere threads. He could see himself occupying so much of his living room that the ceiling would prove to be a bigger threat to his comfort than the pressure built up inside of him.
And he could see himself like that before his compressors failed him.
He had to do it, it had to happen. It just wasn't enough for him to let go so soon, he had to stretch himself to the point where even his expensive gear couldn't even hope to contain it. It would serve as the greatest send-off, the capstone to the monument of indecency he had inadvertently turned himself into; nothing else would satisfy him like that one moment, the one instant where his clothes were torn to pieces would. Therefore, it was only natural that he sought to find it, even if any sane person would point out that doing so was, to put it lightly, completely insane.
For the yeen, it was as easy as sitting there; after all, nothing was required of him to keep growing, and indeed he was convinced that such a decision was never truly in his hands to begin with. His body was doing whatever it wanted to do, and the only thing Saturn was capable of doing was riding the wave while it lasted. To that end, he somehow managed to drag himself off the couch in order to do things; the concept of imposing some semblance of normality over… everything that happened, really, made for a wonderfully warm, pleasant sensation that he couldn't quite explain. To him, the idea of carrying on as if everything was just normal was in itself a source of a natural high; perhaps it was the low-key desire for this to be his new normal, for it to never go away and instead become the standard state of affairs, or maybe it was the juxtaposition of the mundane with the obscene. Really, all that mattered was that it made him even harder than normal, enough that he could feel his (indeed three) rods brushing against the inside of his compressor, telling him how close he was to breaking free from it.
That said, the rest of the day carried on without any incidents of note; despite his bras being clearly insufficient to hold all of him back, they were still enough to cover his nipples and, therefore, constant leaking of milk. Somewhere in the dimensional confines they provided, Saturn could feel the liquid pooling up and being pushed into his cleavage, providing its warmth to him and only making his containment become even more precarious than it was already. Down below, the same thing was happening with the rapid release of cum in a near-constant orgasm, until the hyena became convinced that what would finally break him wouldn't be size, but output. It'd certainly be a wonderful spectacle, provided anyone could see any part of it; by the end of it all he would cover everything he saw in a thick layer of white, gifting his seed and cream to anyone who might remotely want it, and many more who needed convincing.
Movement became steadily more difficult as the day went on, until eventually it became all-but impossible around dinnertime. Despite most of his mind eroding at around the same rhythm as his capacity to move from place to place, Saturn still had enough of him left inside that lewd head of his to remember to call ahead to one of his favourite take-out places, even paying extra so that the delivery person came into the house instead of leaving stuff at the door; this served the dual purpose of keeping him, well… fed, plus giving the yeen an unwilling test subject. For Saturn knew that he was unable to resist the temptations of his own body, but was curious to see if the same was true of other people; after all, his shift manager managed to avoid doing anything of note to him, as did everyone else in the street, prompting the hyena to wonder if he was so gorgeous as he thought. Perhaps it was just him, and other people weren't nearly as interested in a hyper-sized hyper like them as he thought they were… or maybe it was a question of convenience and context, thereby giving the delivery person an excuse to cut loose as much as Saturn did the moment they were somewhere private.
His answer came much later, after he had squeezed himself back into the living room and crushed the couch underneath his weight. Though it pained him to know he'd need to buy a new one, he nonetheless carried on as if nothing had happened, even going so far as to turn on the television despite being unable to see it. It was truly a wonder how much his body had grown over the course of the day, so much so that either his compressors were far more stuffed than he had initially thought, or his own burgeoning of size was happening at a faster rate than expected. Whatever the case, he could no longer see in front of himself, but both the bras and his shorts still held on admirably, desperately attempting to contain the avalanche of flesh within. It got so bad that Saturn barely heard the knock on the door, only just managing to shout out "It's open!" before having to stifle a series of undignified noises.
Like a gift from the heavens themselves, the person sent by the restaurant was exactly the same one as the last time the hyena called them up, a young man by the name of Benjamin; the two of them weren't exactly friends, but seeing as yeen often ordered from the same spot, they were on a first-name basis and were more than happy to strike up a pleasant conversation whenever time allowed for it. Ben was one of the few people who never once drew attention to Saturn's unique condition as a hyper, even when it was literally staring him in the face, making him the best possible lab rat for the hyena's impromptu experiments. Benjamin himself couldn't quite believe what he was seeing; still holding onto the bag with his customer's food, he slowly walked around the pile of fat and flesh that was the hyena, eyeing him top to bottom with his mouth agape and whole body trembling… not to mention his pants tightening considerably. When he got a warm smile from the yeen, he practically melted, just barely avoiding dropping the bag completely and running away.
No words were exchanged between the two, just looks of mutual understanding and a few moans after the mouse took the liberty to sink one of his hands into the side of Saturn's lowermost bust; the younger man's eyes practically glazed over at the myriad of sensations brought about by such a simple gesture, and within a few seconds his work clothes had been discarded, the poor thing vanishing into the tight embrace of Saturn's many assets.
In what proved to be a stunning lack of foresight, neither of them considered the possibility that the delivery man could get stuck, and assuming it happened, that no one would be there to help them escape. In fact, such a thought didn't occur to them until several hours later, when the overwhelmingly powerful sensations brought about by having someone wriggle around inside of his busts died down enough for Saturn to lean to the side and grab his by-then cold food, at which point he realized that the restaurant was probably wondering where exactly Benjamin was… which probably explained all of those phonecalls he'd been dutifully ignoring.
Under normal circumstances, the yeen might've been worried, panicked perhaps at the prospect of having accidentally incarcerated someone by simply not caring about the consequences of indulging themselves, maybe would've even tried to get them out via desperate means, be it by tipping himself sideways or calling for help via the same phone the young mouse dropped on the floor. But those weren't normal circumstances, nor was Saturn in any way, shape or form capable of making rational decisions; having his captive "pet" exactly where he wanted them was all that he could think of, especially since his assets had grown so much as to be this close to what he considered to be his perfect size.
Somewhere in there, in the mess created by six breasts, six nuts and three cocks all vying for space, Ben the delivery boy was swimming around, jostled and bumped from side to side while his body was squeezed from every direction by soft-yet-stretched flesh, unable to do anything to stop his slow, agonizing descent into immobility. All the poor thing could do was hold still and hope that the pressure wasn't too much for his body to take, but even as his back complained about the weird contortions and his arms were teetering on the edge of being bent too hard, the mouse's mind was filled with nothing but a desire for more. Saturn himself was a creature of impossibilities; Ben was half-convinced that whatever was happening wasn't real and his whole day had just been a particularly vivid lucid dream with a fantastic pay-off, thus making it easy to surrender to his self-imposed prison. With something like the yeen to love and dote on, why bother with such trivialities as food or water or sleep? Better to focus entirely on pleasuring that creature, that thing of beauty that was the hyena, in the hopes they would grow even more.
This carried on until both of them were simply too exhausted to do much of anything at all, and Saturn fell into a deep sleep that he would only wake up from several hours past the usual time. The constant sounds of the currents roiling around inside of him had done wonders in keeping his brain lulled into inactivity, and even after he did rouse from his slumber, the yeen took a good hour or so before returning to full consciousness, being a bit too busy having his mind be assaulted from all directions by things best left undescribed. He couldn't even see anything but himself anymore; everything around him had turned into a vast ocean of rippling flesh and slorshing yeen, with only the faintest hints of his compressor gear still being visible. The bras and shorts were beeping loudly, clinging to dear life by literal threads, mere moments away from complete destruction… and somewhere in the middle of it all, Ben was still there, moaning almost as loudly as Saturn was and writhing around in his ever-expanding prison.
It was hard for the hyena to tell, but he suspected his body had developed an extra set of everything; either that or somehow he had bent over himself without completely shattering his apartment. Every wall was pushing back against him, as were the ceiling and floor, with the occasional puffs of dust falling from above. Out in the distance he could hear panicked shouting, and the presence of sirens outside told him that his unfortunate growth spurt hadn't gone completely unnoticed.
Not that it mattered, of course. No one was able to stop him, not now that even in his compressed state he outsized just about everyone he had ever seen. Whatever was happening to his body underneath the tattered remnants of his protective clothing, it was of such a magnitude that nothing would ever compare to it. And the best part was, it probably wasn't even done yet; he was still growing, of that he was certain, which meant setting himself free wasn't really going to make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. Saturn could only hope that the building had been properly evacuated, because the choice of whether or not to remove his compressors was no longer in his hands.
At least he remembered to eat his dinner before going to sleep the previous night, since he doubted anyone would be in the mood to feed him once he got done demolishing his apartment block and every other one around it. They'd have to do it eventually, as soon as they found out where his body was beneath the mountains of breastflesh and cumstuffed nut; he should probably be worried about the possibility of being smothered underneath his own curves, but he was frankly unable to bring himself to care. As long as the threat was there, then he was happy, as it meant he was finally achieving his true size goals.
Saturn sighed, allowing every muscle he had to relax. He heard the alarm beeps fade away one by one, replaced by the sound of tearing fabric. Within moments, they would fail, and his full body would be revealed to the world. All he had to do was wait.
For about ten seconds.
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Undeniable
Devi, The Prince of Depravity,
is owned by Terraswallows,
and is used with permission.
"Are you sure you want to try this portal?" The lesser demon
screeched.
His cock twitched as he pondered the depravity he could spread in
another world. "Yes, I do." He tossed his head back and laughed, his
platinum locks bouncing with each demonic chortle.
"Be well, master." The demon stepped aside as the demon prince
strode through the glittering gate, his hips rocking sending his massive
member sweeping back and forth ahead of each step.
The glowing light surrounded him. It was fay and wild. Motes of lights
danced about him in a sea of blues and whites that pulled at his very
being as the dimensions ripped with his passing.
He landed hard, his ample posterior slamming into the ground with far
more force than he had expected. Rubbing his sore, but ample,
cheeks, he cast about to see where he was. There wasn't much to see,
little more than in a glade in a forest. It could be any forest, in any
number of worlds, for all he knew. The smell of fresh air and the forest
dominated his senses.
Blinking a few times in the light he struggled to his feet. It was then
that he realized the motes of light from the portal had not faded but
rather clung to him oddly. He swatted at a few of the bits of scattered
magic, but they clung tenaciously about his body.
: Welcome, stranger, to this land : The voice seemed echo from within
in his own head.
"What? Where are you?" Devi swung himself around, his tail lashing
as he tried to find the source of the voice that had spoken.
: I am everywhere. I am the land. I am the sky. : The voice felt almost
matronly, and took a feminine cast in his mind.
"You are not." He retorted.
: Oh, but I am, and this is my world. Stranger I do not know you, but
I see you are tinged with the primal elements of the demonic planes.
: There was a sense of disapproval that permeated the statement.
His arms crossed. "I am. What of it?"
The entity's voice seemed to give off a sensation of smiling knowingly.
: This is a world that responds to the energies of demons differently.
:
"I do not understand." He could still not sense the being that was
communicating with him.
: You will momentarily. It has already begun. Again, welcome
stranger. Enjoy your new form while you abide in my realm. :
Devi's tail lashed as the voice faded from his head. The motes seemed
to grow brighter now, clinging even more tenaciously to his body. He
wondered what the voice meant by new form. His form was already
impressive, and he desired to make good use of it in this strange new
world. He tried to take a step, but something felt wrong. His balls
ached. He paused, waiting for something more, but nothing. He took
another step upon the green ground and the ache returned, becoming
more pronounced. Again, he paused, his tail sliding over his
substantive backside in agitation, but behind it was always his ever-
present curiosity at any being that could challenge a crown prince of
hell.
"I must be losing my mind. No being can change me." He stepped
away again. The ache returning for a third time, but this time it
pressed upward. He felt a strange shifting in his balls as if they were
less full than before. He reached down under his massive cock and felt
the firmness of just one massive testicle.
Curiously he tested small powers, each winking in and out of existence
as he willed them. Nothing amiss, but each step he took on the green
sward of grass pulled at the very fiber of his being. Another step, and
his balls felt empty, just a sack hanging between his mighty thighs. He
stood not more than a dozen paces from his landing and already the
world was force its will upon him. Him, the crowned prince of hell!
A few more steps and he was forced to stop again as his cock began to
contort. It's great sweeping length retreating. "I am the Prince of
Depravity! I cannot be denied! Answer me! What power have you
over me?" His eyes lit up, ablaze of blue white flame as he felt his body
change further. His once massive member continued pulling back,
nestling between his thighs, and slowly slipping between the widening
space between his legs. His girth retreating to a monstrous sized clit,
still pierced, nestled in a deep valley of folds that curved about his
heavy thighs, lewdly dripping, waiting, wanting. He panted as the final
folds swelled outward, bursting lewdly from his groin just as wonton
has his cock had been.
: And so, you shall not be denied your nature. But you shall be limited
by mine. Welcome oh crowned prince…ess of depravity to the world
of women. We have no men here, and so that shall remain. :
He looked down again, his tail twitching, remembering an ancient
axiom from another world that he had once visited. "When in Rome."
He muttered; stroking the massive mound that swelled under his
fingertips. It seemed that the voice was right. his, nay her, nature
would not be denied. The sensitive folds trembled under each touch,
eager for more. She could feel the juices starting to dribble down her
legs in anticipation. If the princess of depravity she must be here, then
well, by the powers of hell, the princess she would be. In all her lewd
and vivacious glory.
He stopped a moment. "Hmm, if she was going to make me a woman,
she could have at least given me some decent tits."
: That can be arranged. :
With the changes behind her, she strode off to explore what depraved
delights she could find. After all, a princess needs to be serviced, and
he was curious as to what these new fleshy folds that swayed between
his thighs could do. Her curiosity piqued, she smiled wickedly at the
ideas that came to mind.
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"You know, you should probably put that away when you're in public."
Lizzie was always such a bore, constantly going on about how "dangerous" it was to study
magic in front of everyone and how "unpredictable" the effects could be when in a large crowd.
Xili couldn't quite understand why her friend insisted on keeping her reading to their stuffy
studio when the weather had finally cleared up enough that they could enjoy some sunshine, but
she did know she herself wouldn't be wasting such a fantastic opportunity, not in a million years.
With the sun shining and the wind keeping them at just the right level of warm, there was no
other choice but to bring her big book of spells out with her and do some outdoor reading.
"You're just jealous 'cuz I'm further ahead than you," the dracat teased her friend, poking
her tongue out.
"You skipped half of it to get to the greed section, honey, and I know exactly why you did
that," the dragon replied, rolling her eyes, "so I'm gonna say you're the jealous one here."
Lizzie wasn't exactly wrong; Xili had been dealing with poorly-repressed feelings of
inadequacy for as long as the two had been friends, something that put a bit of a strain on said
friendship whenever it flared up too brightly. Neither of them took it personally, seeing as it had
been a pre-existing issue for the smaller draconic feline, but it was still a constant elephant in the
room whenever magic was concerned; Xili had taken up its study as a way of compensating for
their body's shortcomings, hoping they could find a solution to what they called their "little
problem". It was quite literal as well, since the dracat's main issue was just how tiny she was.
With a cheetah for a mother and a half-dragon for a father, one would think Xili would've
inherited the best of both worlds, especially considering how blessed both of her parents were.
Mom had always been top-heavy and curvaceous, dad was a towering hunk with muscles for
days and a body so toned you could grate cheese on it. And yet, despite her best efforts to keep
up a healthy diet and exercise regularly, not only did she fail to develop any of her assets, but her
body was as muscular as a sheet of paper. Her parents always tried to help her see the silver
lining of her condition, but no talk of an academic career and inheriting their smarts could make
up for the fact that, apart from a pair of leathery wings big enough to use as a cloak, there was
absolutely nothing remarkable about her body. It was a crying shame, and fittingly enough had
brought Xili to the verge of tears on multiple occasions.
As such, she took up the study of magic to try and "fix" that. Many times she'd heard about
body-altering spells, incantations that would allow her to mold and reshape herself into the
perfect form. She'd read up on news articles detailing such events taking place, grandmasters of
the art who spent their lives neck-deep in arcane tomes until they effectively became
shapeshifters. But Xili had neither the time nor inclination to develop such a fine control over her
form; she just wanted to be bigger, and thus focused all of her attention on that particular brand
of magic. It had the convenient side effect of requiring a lot of prior learning, which itself ended
up giving her the talent and knowledge required to scrape by enough income in odd jobs to pay
for her half of the rent, even if Lizzie kept insisting she find an actual job to get her mind off of
things. But the smaller dracat refused to do so; it would merely be a waste of time.
For her, Lizzie, the amazonian draconic beauty sitting on the other side of the table, was a
size goal. Seven feet tall, hips nearly as wide as a doorframe and a set of breasts heavy enough to
strain any shirt she put on, not to mention possessed of a toned frame that just begged to be
traced and groped. Whenever the two of them happened to have a bit too much to drink, said
body got the worship it deserved, with the dragon unwilling to stop her smaller roommate's
advances. This had in large part contributed to Xili's ongoing size envy, even if the few hours of
mutual exploration were enough to sate her desires for a few days afterwards; it was still little
more than a bandaid over a festering wound, with the pain only growing stronger the more it was
allowed to seep into her. Every time they'd wake up in one another's arms, whatever part of the
dracat that wasn't consumed by a hangover was taken by an insurmountable desire to become as
big as her draconic body pillow, usually requiring a whole lot of snuggling in order to feel better
again. Lizzie, at the very least, was happy to provide.
And yet, every attempt at fixing herself with the use of magic had ended in failure. Some
research avenues ended in dead-ends, others were simply too complex for her at their stage of
study. Still others were red herrings entirely; one seemingly-promising spell ended up being a
prank disguised as the real thing, donning the caster in bright neon green clown gear and cursing
them to constantly honk with each step. Worst still, the curse was unremovable on account of
being temporary and very short-term, and so Xili still had to endure the mockery for five straight
hours, during which Lizzie almost keeled over from laughing so hard.
The dracat got her revenge, though; the curse was just as easily cast on others as it was
suffered on oneself.
Thus, Xili skipped all the way over to the greed section of her spell tome, hoping to find the
answers there. It was, depressingly enough, the biggest chapter in the whole book, pertaining to
all the knowledge of greed-based magic acquired throughout the millennia. Every spell ever
devised based on a mortal soul's desire for more was either explicitly laid out, or the theoretical
foundations for it were, allowing a skilled practitioner to come up with their own variations or
just try and copy the original effects. Most of it fell down to the exact same core concepts over
and over again, as the mere idea of "greed" was, at its purest, a desire for more of something.
From there, it was easy enough to extrapolate a whole series of potential magical incantations,
ranging from simple materialization spells to "theft hexes"; this last one in particular interested
Xili greatly, for obvious reasons.
Curiously, most of the applications for these hexes tended to center around tangible, material
goods; there were pages upon pages of examples, ranging from the classic "steal one coin for
every ten that go into a wallet" to the more complex ones which automatically checked a
premade thaumic matrix in order to steal just enough money from a series of banks every month
that no one would notice (which itself apparently required an in-depth knowledge of the stock
market and advanced economics, neither of which Xili had any inclination to develop). However,
all of those hexes had common ground in a simple concept: stealing something from someone
else and giving it to the caster.
When Xili first approached Lizzie about the idea, the dragon instantly attempted to dissuade
her, pointing out that not only was it morally wrong on so many levels that it was hard to count
them all, but that everyone would notice if she suddenly absorbed someone to add to her own
frame. While the dracat had no comeback at the time, further study into the subject yielded a
number of insights on the nature of those hexes that made the concept workable without harming
anyone… in theory at least.
"All I have to do is distribute the hex across a sufficient number of people," Xili had
explained at the time, "a little bit here and a little bit there, no one will notice if they lose an inch
and I can just keep collecting them until I get where I want to be!"
Lizzie was less than enthused about the prospect, and not only because her friend had
continued to develop that project after she explicitly told her to stop; the dragon had an
unfortunate number of cases in her family of people gone a bit too wild with magic, succumbing
to the allure of easy power, if only they would surrender their moral compunctions. It was the
reason why she was so reticent to use the arts for her own gain; it was very easy to get lost in
how immediate it was, how little effort had to be expended in order to just force people to give
you what you wanted. It led to nowhere but darkness and further abuse, and she would have none
of it.
Sadly for her, Xili would not be convinced to abandon her course of action, but at least
agreed on focusing her efforts towards minimizing the risk of failure. It was the best Lizzie could
do, given the circumstances, and why the two of them were spending such a lovely day reading a
book instead of doing something more productive. Or fun.
"So how's the drip-dry hypothesis going?" Lizzie asked over a mug of soda.
"Slowly, but somewhere," the dracat responded, flipping through her notes, "if I have this
correctly, and I think I do, the incantation should allow me to syphon a predetermined amount of
mass from everyone in the vicinity, at will so I don't accidentally make you less gorgeous,
gorgeous~"
Lizzie sighed again and had another sip, trying and failing to hide the slight blush flaring up
on her cheeks.
"And assuming I have this right, I can store the mass away in a pocket plane, to be used at a
later date… at my discretion," Xili carried on, "this would mean I could actually do some good
while growing!"
"Do some good…?"
"Well yeah, think about it!" the dracat exclaimed, clapping her hands, a sure sign that she
was about to go on a ramble, "I don't have to steal people's size, I can steal people's mass! This
means I could help take away people's excess weight, maybe get rid of a little something
something they don't like having, fix up their fat rolls… I could turn into a living, breathing
weight loss clinic and make a fortune out of this, all the while finally getting to be bigger!"
Lizzie's eyebrows were both raised with some degree of suspicion, but she couldn't deny that
her little friend had a point. There would be no shortage of people looking for a miracle cure for
their weight issues, and seeing as how Xili would be offering an easy solution to a complex
problem, she would be ensuring her customers would eventually come back to her after falling
off the saddle down the line. The dracat would be helping folks with their body image, removing
excess weight and fat and turning it into delicious dracat meat for her to grow herself out with. A
true win-win situation if she ever saw one, hence why the dragon was immediately suspicious of
it and Xili's intentions.
"Are you sure you're not hiding anything from me, kitten?" she mused out loud, trying not to
sound too insulting.
"I don't think so," came the dracat's reply, innocent and completely missing the point, "all
the calculations are here, though I need you to go through some of the matrices to make sure I
didn't miss anything. Still, assuming I paid the slightest bit of attention in maths and chemistry
classes, then everything should be up and ready to test it out!"
"Up and r-kitten, you can't possibly expect me to go along with this right now!"
"Why not?" Xili questioned, "You keep saying you need to exercise more to get rid of all
that pudge~"
The comment came so suddenly and without any kind of lead-up that Lizzie didn't know
whether to be offended, amused or aroused. It was true, and she couldn't deny it; having
neglected her workouts for the past few weeks thanks to an increased workload, her previously
well-defined abs had started to round out a bit, much to her disappointment. And it was true that
she often complained about it, sometimes loudly enough that Xili was fully justified in telling her
to shut up about it… and yet, the dracat never did. That's one thing the dragon could never fault
her friend for, she was always willing to listen to her nonsense without a single complaint.
… perhaps it was time that she returned the favour.
The change in expression that came with that thought must've been noticeable enough that
even Xili noticed, seeing as the feline started bobbing up and down on her seat with a wide smile
on her face; she would've started squealing in excitement if not for Lizzie frowning and staring
her down, and even then she still kept a sly smile when she leaned over the table to give her
friend a tiny poke.
"See, I knew you'd see it my way," Xili teased, giggling, "so, what do you say? It's nothing
major, I can make some adjustments to increase the potency and drag a bit more out of you than I
would anyone else, just enough that I can bring your body fat level down to where it used to be.
What do you say?"
Lizzie was going to put up at least a token resistance, maybe even start openly considering
the pros and cons of such a plan. But her friend knew just what her weak spots were, and
immediately moved to give her the sad kitten eyes she knew her draconic friend couldn't resist.
The dragoness had half a mind to just slap the look out of her, but doing so required staring
directly into those teary orbs, at which point she completely melted, sighed, and relented to her
friend's plan, much to her excitement. The tiny thing got up from her chair and very nearly threw
it onto the ground in her rush to get over to her companion, at which point she slammed her spell
book down and started reading off of some notes she'd written down on the sides.
Lizzie was initially quite wary of just what the dracat was planning, seeing as the words she
was uttering were wholly unfamiliar and seemed entirely mispronounced; but when her body
began to feel warm all over and was gripped by a sudden tightness, she knew it was too late to
complain about it. Casting a few protective charms on herself, ready to be activated if something
went wrong, Lizzie tried to give her friend the benefit of the doubt, keeping her eyes on herself
and wary for any sudden changes. To her surprise, things seemed to be going exactly as Xili had
planned: the dragon felt her body shrink just a tiny bit all over, literally taking weight off her
shoulders and tightening the well-defined musculature she was so keen on maintaining. A quick
look at her abs showed the pudge that had settled over them had vanished, giving her even more
of a reason to wear such a revealing shirt. Hell, the dracat seemed to be so in control of the theft
hex that she even went the extra mile to remove the extra ten or so pounds Lizzie always said she
wanted to drop, even before losing track of her exercise regimen. The end result was a return to
her glorious form, enough that the dragon couldn't help but wait for the perfect opportunity to
flex herself towards her gym buddies.
As for the tiny dracat, she was beside herself with excitement, grinning madly while
siphoning off the mass from her friend. It was a disgusting thing, appearing in midair as a sort of
goopy mess before being directed into the open spellbook, vanishing upon hitting the yellowed
pages. A small torrent of pure fat, shoved into a small plane parallel to theirs and ready to be
accessed by whatever sorcerer (or sorceress) had stored it there. It was over in under a minute,
after which Xili slammed the book shut and took in several deep breaths, her eyes wide and her
mouth gasping for breath; such magic was always very taxing on the caster, even if it was only
obvious after the fact.
Lizzie, for all that she had been worried before, was happy to dispel her protective charms
and admire herself, running her fingers across her toned form and licking her lips at how
stunning she was. Not that the dragon wasn't fully aware, but it was great to see her body back to
its original sculpted shape; didn't even occur to her that she'd just fallen into the "easy solutions"
trap she'd mentally derided others over. As for Xili, she immediately went to work recovering
the "stolen" mass, flipping through her notebook madly in search of the retrieval spell, which
was quite inconveniently based on an entirely different school of magic, because of course it
was.
"So, given some thought to what you're gonna do with it?" the dragoness asked, finally
yanking her eyes off of herself.
"Oh, you'll see~" was the dracat's only reply.
"What, not gonna tease me with your lurid ideas?"
"Nuh-huh! Just gonna have to wait and see, Lizzie!"
The excitement was clear in her tone, as was the desire to truly make an impression. Content
that, at the very least, the theory behind Xili's idea was sound, Lizzie was happy to sit back and
let her do the rest of the work; watching the dracat try to make sense of her own terrible
handwriting was always a joy, as was the familiar look of childish glee whenever she
accomplished something of significant worth to her.
With a quick "Yis!" and a small jump, Xili found exactly what she wanted and poured over
the book once again, flipping its pages with a flick of her wrist until she landed on one that was
heavily annotated and filled with complex formulae. Closing her eyes and bringing both hands
together in front of her chest, the dracat began mumbling beneath her breath, intoning the words
required to activate the transference of mass into her body. Predictably, she brought her hands to
where her bosom should've been, cupping her near-non-existent breasts and speaking the last
words of power required to bring forth what she had stored away.
It was a curious spell, as it allowed to turn one type of matter into another if one knew what
they were doing; in their case, it was simply a case of fiddling with the type of fatty tissue they
were dealing with, allowing the dracat to produce a nearly 1:1 ratio on how much she grew
compared to what she had taken. With the widest smile the feline had ever had in her entire life,
she saw her chest burgeon outwards, the siphoned mass being directed to fill her up until her
tight shirt was straining to contain her; in but a few seconds, Xili had gone from completely flat,
to some decently-large and impressive E-cups, enough to fill up her hands, if not compete with
her draconic friend. She was staring at herself, bug-eyed in amazement, a thin trickle of drool
running down her chin until Lizzie helpfully wiped it off herself and gave her companion a
smooch on the top of her head.
"They're wonderful~" she commented, daring to give one of them a squeeze and promptly
causing Xili to moan so loudly that everyone nearby started looking, "oops, sorry!"
The dracat was too busy squeezing herself to care about either the apology or even modesty;
hell, she started moaning louder, enough that it was Lizzie who had to pick her and her spellbook
up before taking off to somewhere more private in that park they were in, where hopefully the
two wouldn't offend a bunch of soccer moms and draw the unwanted attention of leery-eyed,
lecherous creeps. Though, by the time she found a secluded enough spot, Xili was already
reading through her notes and preparing the next test spell, muttering something about
"surprises" and "unfeeling", words that did not bode well in Lizzie's mind.
Putting her friend down just confirmed her suspicions, as the now-busty dracat instantly
grabbed her spellbook and started ruffling through it, landing on the same page on theft hexes as
before. Her eyes veered from side to side, taking in as much information as she could before her
head shot upwards and began scanning her surroundings. Xili's hunting instincts had taken over,
and the feline was observing the park around her for anything that might qualify as prey: anyone
with a bit of chub would qualify, even if it was a belly slightly more rounded than normal. For
her, it didn't matter how much mass she took from someone, only that it was a non-zero
amount… though the concern for the safety of her "donors" was still there… somewhat.
Lizzie could already tell this was going to end badly, but couldn't really do anything before
her friend took the initiative to try anything out of the ordinary first. Trying to be as stealthy as
possible, she cast a series of enchantments around the two of them, taking care to keep them as
unnoticeable as possible; they were to activate on her command, isolating the pair and blocking
any spellcasting for the duration, hopefully long enough that she could stop Xili from
committing a dreadful mistake.
But, much to her surprise, the dracat actually turned to her after perusing her book, looking
slightly worried and definitely appearing as if she was having second thoughts.
"Lizzie? Could you…" - she was trying to say something, and judging by her expression, the
reason why she couldn't was more based out of genuine embarrassment than any kind of moral
dilemma - "c-could you double-check my math, please?"
The dragoness stared at her feline friend for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, only
making Xili look even more awkward while her blushing cheeks brightened with each cackle.
Lizzie couldn't even get the words out to tell her partner she'd be more than happy to go over her
calculations, only managing to wave towards the spellbook so she'd hand it over.
"I thought, snrk, I thought you were confident in your math, kitten," the dragoness teased her,
letting the last word prolong even more than usual.
"I am!" Xili instantly answered back, "But, you know… b-better safe than sorry…?"
"You're not fooling anyone with that," Lizzie replied, smooching her embarrassed little cat
on the top of her head, "you know, if you want help, you can just ask for it, I won't think less of
you."
"You didn't wanna help with this, though…"
"That was before you had the idea to change the method. I mean, look at me, I'm proof
positive that it works!" - Lizzie thought it best not to reveal that the protective enchantments
were still active, if only because she liked to err on the side of caution - "If I can help you help
others help yourself, all you need to do is ask. I'll be more than happy to oblige."
Xili smiled, warmly enough that Lizzie just completely melted and let loose a "D'awww"
before smothering her kitten in her own bust, bringing the two into a tight hug so she could more
effectively give her all the love and cuddles she deserved. It lasted for long enough that the two
of them were left red-faced and slightly sweating from the tension built up between them, at
which point the dragoness tried to focus on going through the scribbled notes and annotations.
Much to her delight, there didn't seem to be any errors in any of the calculations, and it was with
an equally-beaming grin that she returned the book to the dracat and uttered the magic words:
"Let's do it~"
Beside herself with joy, Xili went to work intoning the proper incantations, working on
getting through them as quickly and efficiently as possible so as to not delay her well-deserved
prize; if even Lizzie was willing to believe in her, then it had to be right, and she wasn't about to
waste such a beautiful opportunity.
The first step was determining a "range of action", a geographical area that the hex would
effect. With the two of them in such a secluded spot away from the center of the park, it took
slightly longer than expected to properly designate the correct coordinates, especially
considering the park itself just had to be shaped like a weird kind of leaf when viewed from
overhead. It was important she got that part right; trying to drain mass from the city around them
would most likely end up in her taking in far more than she wanted at that time, not to mention
causing one hell of a ruckus when people suddenly started seeing their BMI shift in front of their
eyes. Besides, the park itself was chock-full of potentially eager volunteers at that time of day,
especially given how pleasant the weather was; there'd be no shortage of "donors" for Xili to try
out her new hex on.
Once the park was fully laid out, it was time to add the conditional effects to the spell: how
much mass would be taken, from whom would it be taken, how much at a time, that sort of thing.
Lizzie was of great help during this stage, wanting to make sure no mistakes were made and
triple-checking the wording just to ensure nothing went awry. They eventually decided on only
siphoning mass from anyone that was a certain amount of weight above the national average, and
keeping the quantity taken at just barely noticeable; their idea was to wait until folks began
realizing something had happened to them, only to present themselves as the ones responsible for
the spell as a sort of PR stunt, hoping they'd receive a warm welcome. All in all, it was… a plan.
Not necessarily a good one, but at that point, even the dragoness was being swept away with her
smaller friend's excitement.
Once that was in place, it was time to begin. Xili knelt on the ground in front of the open
spellbook and began chanting the correct words, emanating a soft glow as she worked through
the complex ritual required to get everything just right. While most people in the park were
unaffected by it, courtesy of the many conditionals imposed onto the spell itself, a fair number of
passers-by were beset by an inexplicable sensation of warmth and relief, not unlike climbing out
of a hot bath, towelling off and then heading straight to bed; some of them would be unable to
stop themselves from sighing happily, prompting many odd looks from those around her and
surprised stares by the few who noticed what was happening with their bodies. A couple of
magically-talented people even got to see the spectral torrent of mass being transported through
the air to where Xili was, instantly deducing what was happening.
As for the dracat herself, she felt no need to have a middleman between herself and her
desired outcome; both her and Lizzie had already tried the spell out and the calculations all
seemed to be correct, so why wait? Without a moment's thought, the dracat directed all of that
stolen mass not towards her pocket plane, but directly into her, incidentally cutting out the single
most vital step in the entire process. The hex itself stole from individuals of all species, the fat
and pudge joining together into a misshapen mix that was Xili's to mold into a beautiful body.
But until it was forced into a parallel dimension, it wasn't undifferentiated; the dracat wasn't just
calling up pure mass from nowhere, but a little bit of feline, a little bit of canine, a little bit of
equine… her body was suddenly assaulted by an enormous amount of foreign matter that it had
no idea what to do with, and with Xili's mind slightly busy going absolutely bananas over the
sheer fact that it was even happening, there would be no control over it.
The first signs of her body beginning to lose track of what was supposed to be happening to it
came when it began creaking gently; both Xili had Lizzie assumed it was normal, merely the
result of it having to deal with such a sudden influx of mass. Truth be told, it looked to be fine
initially, with the dracat beginning to bulk up and gaining inches in height every second,
approaching the dragoness' body's shape and proportions with alarming speed. Xili herself could
do little but battle herself, struggling to keep the incantation going instead of just dropping
everything to flex those new muscles of hers, especially when she could feel her body sculpting
itself in accordance with her will. From scrawny arms and legs to pillars of toned, bulging flesh,
ready to take on any comers and rise to the challenge without the slightest of hesitations. Her
curves, as well, began to take on the shape they always should have, with Xili's hips flaring out,
her rear turning into two hand-filling, soft pillows, and her chest gaining even more size until her
bosom simply ripped through her shirt and was left hanging, impossibly spherical and perky
despite their immense weight.
But it didn't stop there, and neither did it go anywhere she intended it to. The creaking got
louder as the spell was maintained, until it was joined by the slightly unsettling noise of her
bones popping; it sounded like she was stretching out her joints after days of not using them,
except even louder if that was even possible! While it didn't hurt at first, it was definitely
uncomfortable, and the sensations only grew stronger the longer Xili continued to absorb her
stolen size. Lizzie, immediately picking up on it, moved to activate the defensive charms she'd
kept up until that point, only for them to instantly fail and fire back at her, sending the dragoness
reeling back several feet before realizing that she'd just suddenly lost a good foot in height,
while Xili herself had gained an equal amount of size. The dragoness' mouth hung open in terror,
knowing what had just happened: the dracat had lost control of herself and the spell, and
everything was about to go down the drain.
Trying to get close to her was pointless, as the roiling currents of energy were simply too
powerful at that stage; even if they weren't, Xili's wings were bulging out as hard as the rest of
her was, and with the draconic feline flailing them about without a care for anyone around her,
trying to approach would end up in Lizzie getting knocked back with several gashes on her face.
Unable to even use her magic, the dragoness was all-but forced to watch as her friend's body
continued to grow and deform itself, her skeletal structure reforming into a barely-recognizable
shape… until it started becoming dreadfully familiar.
While Lizzie herself was bipedal, courtesy of being a hybrid as well plenty of people in her
family were "purebreds", as they were called, with her dragon side coming from a long, proud
line of fire-breathing treasure-mongers... or "bankers" as they preferred to be called. What
mattered was that Xili's body was beginning to twist and reshape itself into a form akin to
Lizzie's father's side of the family, her torso lengthening and her spine twisting until her arms
became a second set of digitigrade legs, her neck thickening considerably as her short muzzle
grew longer and wider. The fur covering the dracat's body began to vanish, replaced with a
smooth covering of similarly-coloured scales sprouting all throughout her. The wings on her
back became even more powerful, billowing out until they covered a substantial amount of the
ground around her in a deep shade, all while her moaning grew deeper and more rumbling,
whiffs of flame and ember being set loose from her extended muzzle with each deep breath.
Xili's hind legs, now adorned with enormous, sharp claws, dug deep grooves into the soil as she
tried to contain herself, but it was to no avail; within minutes, where once stood a diminutive
dracat, was now a nine-foot-tall golden-scaled dragon, twice as wide as Lizzie herself was and
taking far more after the archetypal draconic body shape than the more humanoid dragoness.
In an insntant, it all stopped; the influx of mass had dried up and thus Xili could finally get
some rest from the frantic growth, while the rest of the park was given a short reprieve in order
to appreciate the many changes brought about by the out-of-control hex. In all honesty, it wasn't
that bad for the mass donors; even when going far above the established amount of mass theft, no
one was left a disheveled stick-person, the hex instead having created dozens of Adonis-like
bodies after having robbed them of every last bit of excess fat. Rather than seeing their pudge go
down just enough that they had to wonder what had happened, folks could instead marvel at how
impossibly well-defined their forms had become, enough that a few of the friskier couples failed
to keep it in their pants and immediately went at one another, eager to see if their sculpted
physiques had translated into increased stamina. The whole park was abuzz with excitement,
rumours and speculation running rampant on how this transformation had come about, some
even declaring it some kind of divine miracle! But Lizzie and Xili knew better than to assume
some puny god had taken time off their day to turn everyone into amazonian stunners; the
now-smaller dragoness, in particular, was painfully aware of the truth.
Approaching Xili with as much care as she could muster, Lizzie extended a hand and inched
it forwards towards one of her friend's hind legs. Thankfully, she didn't feel the unfortunately
familiar sting of magic blasting her backwards, even if her simple touch was enough to draw out
what she assumed was a moan out of her enormous little kitten. Why exactly her body had
become… that, was a question they both wanted answered, but for the time being, the most
important thing was to make sure Xili was doing fine. Walking along her flank, Lizzie got to
experience just how enormous her body truly was, the length of the new dragoness' torso at least
twice her height and comprised of nothing but resilient fiber and rock-hard muscle. Xili's whole
body had become the very personification of strength, exuding an aura of domineering command
that made the smaller dragoness want to fall to her knees and beg to be licked from head to toe.
… not the most dignified thought, and yet she couldn't shake it off. Not normal.
Battling through that particular desire, Lizzie forced herself to walk to the front of Xili,
where her gigantic head was bowed down close to the ground, throat bulging out with each
breath she took. The transformed dracat was very clearly exhausted, even if her flushed cheeks
indicated she was enjoying every last moment of it; to be expected, seeing as such a
transformation would make even the most powerful of mages think twice before attempting it,
and Xili had just stumbled onto it without even trying, but it was still certain to play merry hell
on the caster's pleasure centers.
"K-Kitten?" Lizzie stuttered, "A-are you in there?"
The dragon-that-was-Xili looked at her friend; her eyes were still feline in nature, the last
shred of the dracat's former self, and while they looked at her with equal parts fear and
trepidation, it was an elated, joyful grunt that left the dragon's throat. Instantly her expression
shifted as if she was struggling with something, and it took but a few moments for the both of
them to understand that poor Xili couldn't even speak, her vocal chords having most likely
transformed too radically. Nonetheless, she still managed to keep enough of her composure to
actually nod, offering Lizzie a small nuzzle while trying to keep from rubbing her rough scales
too hard on her friend. Despite her inability to speak, Xili was obviously trying very hard to say
something, looking incredibly frustrated every time she failed. It took a while, but the dumb durg
finally realized there was a perfectly reasonable way for her to communicate.
Bringing out one of her forepaw's claws, she scratched the ground, writing out a message in
deep grooves in the grass. It completely ruined the aesthetic of it, but considering the enormous
mess she'd made behind her, that was probably the least of her concerns. The writing itself was
quite short, having a single word and a number: "Page 478"
Lizzie couldn't pick the spellbook fast enough. Ruffling through its pages all the way to the
end of the greed section, the dragoness didn't even think as she read through the
heavily-annotated page and tried to make sense of it all. Thankfully for her, Xili helpfully
pointed out the incantations that were required to theoretically bring her back to normal by
siphoning the extra mass over into her pocket plane, exercising extra caution so as to not rip the
pages apart. Midway through the chanting, however, Lizzie felt that something was off; the
words were different than she thought they would be, intoned in a different manner, even going
so far as to be entirely wrong given the context. Beset by panic as she was, the dragoness didn't
manage to put two and two together until it was too late and the spell itself was cast… after
which it was just irreversible.
Lizzie knew that she'd been tricked immediately after the currents of magical energy around
them began to course with renewed strength, going so far as to create actual gusts of wind that
threatened to knock her onto her back. They circled around Xili's fully draconic body,
empowering her to such a degree that she was left practically glowing. From all around the park,
frantic, panicked yelling could be heard, as the many visitors saw their bodies further drained;
for many of them, it was an even bigger punch, having gone from pudgy to perfectly fit
beforehand, only to be forced to watch as their shirts began to hang on their frames and their
pants started to fall off of them. It was such a shock that a few even fainted upon seeing
themselves turn into beanpoles, which only contributed to the ruckus growing inside of the
greenery. With no one having any real idea what was happening, Xili was free to consume as
much of the stolen mass as she desired, and Lizzie could do naught but watch in
barely-contained terror as her friend's body swelled in every direction; muscles packing onto
muscles, her mighty legs digging vast trenches into the ground whenever she stretched them, her
throat letting loose powerful, deafening roars when the pleasure simply became too much. With a
pang of terror, Lizzie felt the area of the hex's effect begin to widen, affecting the outskirts of the
park and the crowd of onlookers that had gathered to see what all the yelling was about. Soon,
they too would join in, watching their bodies shrivel before their very eyes, only mildly aware
that they were helping to feed a budding giantess.
Xili herself was no slouch in the growth department, rapidly bowling over the trees around
her and making her presence known by extending those massive wings over a significant section
of the park. Even on four legs she managed to tower over everything, easily reaching thirty feet
and more after just a couple of minutes of her grand siphoning. The treetops looked so tiny from
her point of view that the dracat-turned-dragon resorted to playing with the trees themselves,
uprooting them without any effort and crushing them between her claws. At that point, the
process of the growth itself had become like second nature, her mind rapidly attuning to the
maelstrom of energy involved, presumably to let her enjoy herself even more than she was
already. Mindless pleasure was great and all, but becoming so powerful that she could overcome
that?
Marvelous.
The sheer feeling of power was enough to make Xili feel drunk and dazed, never having
experienced anything quite like it before. For once in her life, she was truly big, and not only
that, but so big that none could ever hope to stand before her and her goal. Because it wasn't
enough; it never was. Sure she was reaching thirty feet of height and had a new, divine body that
could withstand any assault without even flinching, but even that was insufficient; driven by
years of size lust and an all-consuming yearning for making herself bigger, it wouldn't be a mere
few minutes of it that would leave her satisfied, especially not when she could feel every single
little one around her growing weaker and thinner to fuel her ascension. It was as it should be, and
not only did Xili know it, but she intended to make everyone very aware of that.
The first step in her plan would be to extend the hex to the entire city; somehow, the need for
words and incantations seemed like a thing of the past, probably as a direct result of her draconic
nature. Dragons were magically-inclined creatures by default, and her hybrid self, morphed by
the sudden influx of so many species' "contributions", certainly reflected that fact. Her
willpower alone was able to guide the hex in the direction that she desired it, almost as easily as
she could move one of her legs or swing her enormous, spike-filled tail. It was intent that drove
the spell, not words; and thus, it was easy enough to expand the area of effect, to feel as the hex
began affecting more and more of the metropolitan jungle around her. Xili saw, imprinted into
her mind's eye, the faces of all those who suddenly became very aware that something was
dreadfully wrong, only to look out the nearest window and catch a glimpse of the goddess
dragoness growing ever more rapidly.
It took far less time than she would've imagined, and yet Xili still felt a certain degree of
dissatisfaction with the outcome. Not because it wasn't several miles past delicious, because it
absolutely was, but mostly due to how insignificant it all felt. When she started expanding the
hex's sphere of influence, taking in the whole city seemed like a grand enough project that she
could envision herself stopping there. And yet, by the time it was actually accomplished, mere
minutes later, she had expanded to such a scale that it felt positively insignificant. The whole city
was under her thrall, even Lizzie being reduced to a shell of what her gorgeous body used to, all
of them contributing to turn her draconic body even more beautiful, even bigger and more
powerful. But it just didn't feel like it was enough; Xili honestly thought that it would, but after
reaching the fifty feet mark and having a body as large as the park it was standing on, she needed
more.
No. She deserved more. She alone cracked the code and made that hex, and therefore she
alone deserved to reap the benefits from it. She wasn't killing anyone, after all; every single one
of her donors was still alive, if not necessarily well, scrambling to flee from her on spindly legs.
Far as she cared, as long as she kept everyone from shrivelling up into nothing, then nothing
could really stop her ascension… so, nothing would. Simple as that.
The heavy groaning of her muscles could be heard for miles around, the deep, rumbling roars
even further away, the dragoness rising to such heights that even the city's skyline failed to stand
up to them. The hex was allowed to roll across the countryside all around the urban jungle,
jumping from the suburbs to the next few towns over. A storm of magic raged above Xili, who
was by then openly gorging on her stolen mass, letting it flow into her mouth so that her body
could more easily process it, and yet not gaining the slightest hint of a bloated belly in the
meantime. All of her was perfection, but there was something missing: her voice.
She still couldn't speak, of course, but she tried nonetheless; it was difficult to be so perfect
and yet be unable to verbalize it, to have so much to say and yet none of the ability to say it.
Much as she was enjoying her ascension as much as her mortal brain could comprehend it, it
simply wouldn't do; something had to be done.
Xili halted her growth, something they never thought they'd be doing any time soon; it was
painful to see her seemingly-inexorable bout of gigantism actually stop, but she needed that mass
for something else. The balancing act between her need to keep her draconic nature, so as to
consciously direct her magic without the need for spells, and her desire to be heard as a true
goddess deserved kept her busy for what felt like hours, even if only minutes passed in reality.
Her mind was a storm of thoughts, emotions and ideas, an attempt at harnessing all of the power
flowing into her without letting it break out into even more of her then-current self. No, she
needed to control it, redirect it where it would be most useful rather than succumbing to her base
desires; thus, she needed a new body.
Xili's spine popped so loudly that the closest people around her had their eardrums shatter
from the sonic boom, only to be forced to bring their hands to their head after the cacophony
kept on rolling. The dracat-turned-dragon-turned-goddess had decided that the best course of
action would be to take the best of both worlds and combine it into a single, spectacularly
jaw-dropping package, and that needed her to do some "remodelling", as she herself thought it.
Her spine began to twitch and tear, growing thicker in places and thinner in others, bending itself
out of shape so painfully that even Xili's claws very nearly ripped several buildings off from
their foundations from the flinching. Her body began changing afterwards, the draconic torso
lengthening like stretched rubber, before compressing and then growing again, each time
bringing the distortion closer to her front pair of legs. The cracking of bones and realigning of
joints was what heralded the final portion of the transformation, when her body truly began to
grow in one direction, her front section lengthening to the point where, without anything to
counteract how unbalanced it was, Xili's head slammed against the ground, creating a miniature
earthquake.
But what initially looked to be an overly-long neck revealed itself to be nothing but a mold, a
cast into which more mass could be poured. It thickened and reshaped itself, the spine poking out
the back bending upwards until that massive chunk of meat was rendered vertical. With it in
position at ninety-degrees to her draconic body, and widening considerably to fit its girth, anyone
watching could immediately tell what was on the dracat's mind; for she would once again
become a dragon-cat, a true one at that, and her face's morphing was the last piece of evidence
anyone needed.
Her muzzle shortened, flattening against her skull before adopting more traditionally feline
characteristics, even sprouting a couple of pairs of whiskers; the scales on it vanished, to be
replaced with soft fur, a transformation that travelled down from Xili's head towards her lower
half, before stopping at the point where her new torso melted into the draconic body below. The
ears perked on top of her skull turned fluffy and rounded, spots appearing on her golden fur and
her eyes glowing even brighter than before. Two nubs appeared under her head, pushing
outwards until they sprouted into broad shoulderplates, just before a pair of arms was created to
match them. Xili's hands immediately went towards her bust, certainly hoping to fill it out… but
nothing seemed to happen.
To say she was disappointed would be an understatement; after having had the pleasure of
filling her bosom out beforehand, to suddenly find herself a a flatty again was, to put it mildly,
severely revolting. At least she had the rest of her, not to mention a voice to exclaim her disdain
in; if nothing else, turning herself into a colossal cheetah-dragon-taur hybrid was one hell of an
accomplishment, and if anyone were to write down the definition of "glorious", they'd be better
off just snapping a picture of her and slapping it right there on the dictionary. With a draconic
lower half and a feline upper torso, her appearance would have evoked that of the ancient
sphynx, if not for the rather undignified moaning that came with existing as a being of such
insurmountable power. For a few brief moments, right after taking herself in, Xili almost forgot
about the most important part of her. But as her hands rubbed against her chest, and she saw
nothing there to play with, the tauric dracat knew something had to be done about it.
And with her transformation almost complete, now needing little more than a little extra
boost, it was time to return to the usual. With a snap of her fingers and a twist of her willpower,
Xili bade the hex to resume its effects, only to discover that everyone that could be drained
already was. In her rush to restore some of her original body and become the best she could be,
the dracat had completely missed how she had turned the entire city's population into
dishevelled, stickly little weaklings, many of which had been making the trek to where her body
outgrew the park to sing praises to her. Hell, it wasn't until that moment that Xili even realized
she'd broken the hundred-feet mark, absolutely towering over everything around her and yet
looking as if she'd barely begun, judging by that hungry expression she was sporting.
Now, Xili was a merciful goddess. She could simply drain everyone until they took an
extended dirt nap, but she'd promised Lizzie she would be responsible… even though she'd lost
track of where her dragoness friend had gone and was reasonably certain they'd turn into a
beanpole as well. Still, a promise was a promise, and Xili wasn't about to turn into a murderer,
so the city and its surroundings were quite simply out of snacks for her to gorge on. But with her
newfound power, and a body big enough to flaunt and flex it, empowering the hex to cover an
even wider area took less than a second of effort; miles and miles of urban sprawl and individual
towns were coated by her devious creation, countless souls trembling at her power as their bodies
were drained and their sizes stolen, an endless, invisible carpet that extended far and wide in all
directions.
All the while, Xili herself continued to ascend towards the heavens, her wild disregard for
decency or the safety of others bringing her to new heights that she had never considered
possible before. Soon, buildings were bowled over when her tauric body's legs grew too large to
be contained in the park, clouds of debris falling onto the evacuees running away from her as fast
as their weakened legs allowed. Entire city blocks were kept in the shadow of her haunches, even
wider areas covered in shade when she allowed her wings to extend as far as they could go. But
the greatest change, the one to truly cap everything off and bring Xili to the very brink of climax,
was happening right there, in front of her eyes, as she looked down at her chest.
It started humbly enough; even if the slightest change in her bust was, in absolute terms, the
billowing of literal tons of supple dracat breastflesh, compared to her full size it was still just a
single cup size, barely enough to fill a palm, let alone a full hand. So she kept it going, kept
siphoning mass directly into her bosom, making it swell and bloat with soft pudge. It soon
reached the size it had been before her initial transformation into a dragon, but when compared
to the rest of her, such a puny state would be unworthy of a being as divine as her… so she kept
going. More and more they ballooned outwards, burgeoning from her torso even as they covered
an increasing amount of it. Without much effort they would become wide enough to have the
very edge of their curvature be visible from behind, and when Xili became aware of this, she
found it… almost good enough. More was needed, and thus more was provided, until the faintest
hint of a curve became a fully visible side- and then underboob, those perky, spherical orbs
almost creaking from the effort of growing that massive. On anyone else's body, they would've
looked beyond fake, so impossibly stuffed and their shape so unnaturally perfect that there would
be no chance in hell that they weren't just gigantic implants with a thin layer of skin and muscle
around them. But on Xili's body? Woe betide anyone who dare even suggest that those puppies
were anything but completely natural; the fact that they were technically made of other people's
stolen mass was entirely irrelevant, seeing as said mass was rightfully Xili's, by sheer virtue of
her having laid claim to it through her actions. Because, when you were a two-hundred-plus-foot
tall dragon-cat tauric hybrid, who exactly was in any position to tell you that you can't just claim
everyone you see as a mass donor for your rightful, blessed ascension?
Gods, Xili chuckled at the mere thought of that. So silly.
Very few buildings stood in her way, at least in her immediate surroundings; however, there
were still a few skyscrapers off in the distance that refused to bow down to her magnificence,
and thus needed to be taught a lesson. Thankfully for her, most of the city had already been on
the run for a while at that point, meaning that when the dracat turned towards downtown and
began making her way towards it, taking care so as to not smack her tits against her own face (a
concern that felt more like reality and less like silly exaggeration as those things just kept
growing larger), very few were there to be swept aside every time one of her paws landed on the
ground, cracking pavement and concrete and almost piercing all the way down to the sewers
below.
The short trip grew shorter still as, with every step Xili took, she soared even higher, her legs
pushing her closer to the clouds even as she tried to avoid doing any significant damage to her
surroundings. However, it soon proved an impossible even for someone as magnificent as her…
though, as she saw it, it was less a failure on her end and more a case of the world simply failing
to live up to her standards, which as she saw it, were the ones everyone should be following.
After all, she was the five-hundred-foot-tall megabeast with tits large enough she almost had to
crane her neck to be able to see over them; Xili didn't see why anyone else had the right to set
the rules when she was around.
This of course meant that, by the time she finally got to the last bits of the city that could still
somewhat rival her in terms of height (if not nearly in sheer size), her body had become the
biggest landmark around. Each step created miniature earthquakes even when lowered gently,
her breathing leading to small tornadoes whipping what remained of the urban infrastructure
around her. Left with nothing else to do but further assert her superiority, Xili licked her lips in
anticipation when she knelt next to the tallest skyscraper in the city and brought her hands to her
mammothian mammaries; the dracat taur had an idea in mind, that she had only ever seen in
lurid comics and the odd animation on the internet beforehand. It was thought to be outside the
realm of the possible, far too much for any mortal soul to ever achieve. And yet, it was all so
real, when her tits wrapped around that skyscraper's frame and caused it to loudly complain
about the strain it was suddenly being subjected to.
It was just her luck that the building had been evacuated, along with most of the city at that
point, because Xili wasn't holding back on what was simultaneously the first and probably best
titjob she ever received. It was made increasingly obvious how above everything and everyone
she was when, before she could even start to enjoy herself, her body had become too large for
her little distraction, and the skyscraper was shattered between her hefty breasts. With her front
legs collapsing after the sudden loss of balance, Xili got to witness as her bosom flattened the
whole city in front of her, taking the opportunity to scream in pure bliss as the growth
accelerated. The hex had grown enough to cover thousands upon thousands of square miles, with
millions of willing and unwilling bodies being stripped of excess fat and muscle just so they
could continue to feed the dracat's roaring furnace.
Higher and higher, never stopping. In minutes, the mere thought that anything alive could
truly satisfy her was a joke, the idea of finding an equal nothing but an absurdity… but Xili
didn't quite like that. It felt lonely already, just thinking about that, enough that her face dropped
from the realization that, glorious and divine as she was, there would be no one there to share
that with her.
… unless she made someone.
Finding Lizzie proved to be a challenge, as her friend was as tiny as everyone else and very
much small enough to barely register to someone of Xili's scale. But all it took was some
focusing (albeit enough to actually be a tiny challenge) before her unique magical signature
flared up like a lightbulb in the middle of all that confusing darkness. At her current size and
power, Xili could easily just divert some of her own mass to her friend, allowing them to match
one another pound-for-pound, but that would require shrinking, and such a thought was heretical
at best. Not to mention that Lizzie, being Lizzie, deserved the absolute best that her friend could
provide, which naturally meant having the constant flow of mass from all over the country
redirected into the dragoness' body.
The results were immediate, enough for even Xili to see from her vantage point after her own
growth ground to a halt near-instantly. Already draconic by nature, the surge of power fit Lizzie
like a glove, who in their mad ascent to match the size of their dracat kitten had more or less just
given into the same kind of growthlust as Xili had, her body forced to undergo rapid mutations in
order to become the same kind of landscape-sized taur as the dracat hybrid; of course, for Lizzie,
there would be no mixing of species, her form instead being purely that of a dragon's, albeit one
whose torso was completely covered by a set of breasts bigger than even Xili's.
The two stared at one another when the transformation was finally complete and they could,
at long last, see eye to eye. Xili feared her friend would do something drastic, presumably out of
some lingering sense of shame for having deceived her. But, much to her surprise, Lizzie instead
bounded over to her, completely destroying everything around her with no regard for it, in order
to lunge at her little kitten with open arms. The impact of the two bodies created a shockwave
that nearly flattened what remained of the city, at which point the dragoness brought the two of
them together into a deep and loving kiss, one that lasted for so long that, once it was broken, the
two of them could see the curvature of the Earth and the darkness of space encroaching on their
heads.
No words were needed, the flow of mass from all around the world being equally distributed
between the two. They embraced again, never to let go ever again, and as one, ascended towards
the heavens.
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Memoirs of a Useless Pest
I'm Jen, and I'm writing things down as best I can remember because I'm a dreg. That means a long time ago my parents or grandparents were magically altered animals that were smart and could talk. Smart enough to do people stuff, but not really be people. Master says that I'm not supposed to say or think things like that because they're not true. But I don't blame him for not knowing things like that; after all, people have been forgetting to put our collars on us for a long, long time.
Anyway, because I'm a dreg I'm not very smart, and I've been forgetting things. Or Master thinks I've been forgetting things. But then again Master also thinks that I used to be someone who wasn't me and wasn't a dreg. Which is silly, because I remember being born. Or made. Or whatever.
I'm not smart, but I know what sex is, and how babies are made. Though I can't make one of my own. So I think I was made. Babies also don't remember what happens when they hatch out of eggs, the Deogoth ones anyway. Human ones are little and pink and don't come from eggs.
But I remember coming out of my egg. I remember waking up and everything was dark and small and wet. I'm made up of mixed together pieces, so I have gills and can breathe in water now. But I had just been made then and didn't know how to breathe water, so I wriggled and scratched and tried to get out.
And then I cut some scratches in the shell of my egg, and there was light and my chest didn't feel all tight anymore, and Mistress was right there looking down at me. Not Mistress that is Master's mate, or one of the Mistresses that are Master and Mistress' children, but my first Mistress; the one who made me.
She was so big; so much bigger than me. She scared me, because I didn't know she was my Mistress and that she loved me and would take care of me. I don't know why she took care of me. I don't know why she even made me. All I did was screw things up, make messes, trip over things, break beakers, dishes, anything I was carrying. I don't understand why she let me go on living.
She made other dregs, and she fed them to her pets when they displeased her. She had a big, bright red dragon that she would ride sometimes; she fed the dregs that she didn't like to her dragon. And people too.
People say Mistress wasn't a very nice person. People say that she was evil and hurt other people and did mean and nasty things. They used to say that, but they stopped talking about her a long, long, long time ago. People don't remember as good as Jen does. I do. My new Mistress doesn't like it when I talk like I'm supposed to.
It's against The Rules, but First Mistress has left Jen alone for so long, it doesn't really matter. People say that humans like Mistress don't live very long, maybe only eighty or ninety years. Jen knows better. Everything First Mistress says was true, she told me so. She said that if she died, Jen would die too, right after.
Jen is still alive, so First Mistress must be alive too. Wizards and sorceresses live longer, and Mistress was a very powerful magic user. She even taught useless little Jen some magic so she could have a use for once. Not be a pest. Not break things. But help Mistress.
I shouldn't be writing like this. I'm sorry. I know New Mistress will probably read this and cry because I don't write so well. I shouldn't upset New Mistress, but it's hard to remember way back then, back when Obeying The Rules meant I would get to eat, and was still a good girl.
Back when I still had a use. I'm just a useless pest now. I've always been that. Mistress just gave me a purpose for a few short years. It's the only time I remember when I was happy. Really happy. Not just faking it for people. People are silly, they think just because something walks on two legs like people and can talk like people, that that something is people.
They even teach it to the other dregs now. Teach them that they're people. Only I remember, I think. Only me and the old books remember that dregs aren't people. But I pretend. I pretend and break The Rules because it makes people happy. First Mistress will punish me when she finally finds me, but it doesn't matter much anymore.
I've already broken so many of The Rules that pretending to be people doesn't matter anymore. I kept count at first. All the times I broke The Rules. I tried to do the proper punishments, but people wouldn't let Jen do them. So they just built up and up and up and up, and the numbers got so big that keeping track just didn't make sense anymore.
Jen still tries to follow The Rules when she can, but when she does people get angry at her. And because people are more important than Jen, she's supposed to do her best to make sure that people are happy. Even if it means hurting herself. Especially if it means hurting herself.
I wish I could write like New Mistress wants me to write, but it's so hard. Mistress is going to cry because I'm writing bad, and that means I've been a bad girl. Mistress won't let me sleep outside in the snow like I'm supposed to when I'm a Bad Girl in wintertime. So I'll just sleep without blankets tonight to make up for it.
Mistress won't let me take the proper punishments that The Rules say I'm supposed to, and if I try it just makes her mad at me. Making Mistress mad means I'm a Bad Girl. And if I try to punish myself for being Bad, I just make Mistress mad because I'm being a Disobedient Creature Only Good For Feeding Worms.
New Mistress doesn't say that, but it's what First Mistress would say in the same tone of voice. And First Mistress made The Rules, what she said sticks, it's what I remember. I try to remember as much of what she said as I can. It's the only certainty I've ever had in my Worthless Little Life. That was another thing she said.
Everyone wants me to act different or think different or be different. They don't want me to be Jen. They want me to be someone else. Not just pretend to be people, but really be people.
I used to cry about that, because I thought they were teasing me. But it's been so long Jen thinks that they really do think Jen is people too. Humans forget things quickly. They don't live very long.
Jen has been in the castle for a long, long time. There are paintings of the Old New Masters and Old New Mistresses. There are forty-sevens Old Masters that were Kings. Though none of the paintings really look like the people that Jen remembers. Young Mistress says that it's because people want to remember the Old Kings as they were in books and stories, not as real people.
I don't understand people. They think of people who really were people in a way that makes them not people. And then they think of not-people (like Jen) as if they really were people.
So that's another reason I have to write all I remember down. Because people forget The Rules, only books and Jen remember.
There goes the fourth bell. That means it's time for me to get dressed and sweep the New North Hall. Well, they don't call it the New North Hall anymore. Now it's the Eastern Inner Corridor. They keep making the castle bigger and bigger and keep changing the names of things.
I'll write some more at 12th bell, while I eat my dinner. People may forget many of The Rules, but servants and dregs are still allowed to eat what's done after Master, Mistress, Young Mistress, and Little Mistress and their guests are done eating. It makes me remember what it was like to be happy.
Master and Mistress are very kind people. They help other people. They have great big dinners made, and then give what's left to people who can't afford to buy food. Even then they waste more than they need to. They give me lots more than I need, and they won't let me give it back.
It's silly; I don't need to eat so much. I'm getting big and fat from all that they feed me. They make me eat twice a day! Twice! In one day! I really ought to skip meals for a month or two. My clothes are starting to feel tight. I buy them from the money that they make me take, but it feels so wrong to be so wasteful.
I don't need money; I have everything that a Hideous Beast like me could ever want. All I need is an occasional place out of the wind and rain, and maybe a few potatoes and a little bit of meat every week.
I have them give my money to people who could use it, and they do, but they insist that I keep some spending money for myself. They even give me one day a week off. For myself, they say. It makes me feel even more useless and lonely. I think they let me have it so I can feel bad without doing any of the punishments they don't want me to do.
I think they know that I always feel sad when I leave the castle and when I don't have anything to do. I just sit and watch the river now because they cut my sitting tree down. It died. Again. I planted another one recently; it's still a short, skinny little thing. It was only last year that I couldn't put my arms around it and have my claw tips meet.
Maybe in another fifty years or so it will be big enough to be a proper sitting tree. The last three or four all died or got cut down for firewood when they got about this big, so I'm not going to keep my hopes up. Maybe a decade or two and it'll be tall enough so I can see over the mountains and catch a glimpse of where First Mistress and I used to live.
There's nothing there anymore. They carted off all the stones for other uses, the cellars fell in on themselves, and they collapsed the entrances to all the caverns. I go there every year when all the palace staff is given the week of Yule off to be with their family.
I have no family. And because I was made, not born, I never will. New Mistress says I shouldn't think like that, but if a creature has been having sex for centuries and never got pregnant, then that creature ought to know that it is sterile.
That's a common thing with hybrid creatures, anyway. Even ones not made by magic that walk on two legs and is smart enough to pretend to be people.
I'll write later. I really need to get dressed and take my collar off. Mistress gets very angry if she sees me wearing my collar. Every time she sees me in my collar, she gives me a whole month off.
Mistress may not understand The Rules, but she is very good at making new ones and making the punishments so that they do hurt me. She knows that if she punishes me according to The Rules, I remember what it's like to be happy. She doesn't think that I ought to be happy when I'm getting hurt.
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Got my chores done, and my top is getting really tight. It would be easier if I didn't have wings, and none of the New Masters and Mistresses has allowed me to have them cut off. I've never been able to fly. I might have been able to learn how once, if I had stayed with Mistress. But they took me away. So I never learned how to fly. And the muscles got weak and useless. Just like the rest of me.
They keep saying I ought to exercise them and make them strong again. But why would I? What would the point be to fly? Why would a maid need to take to the air? It's silly. The only possible use they could be is to give me a few more hours every Yule when I go to dig out the year's worth of frozen mud that has accumulated in the tunnel that I've been clearing the last few hundred years.
I'm probably not supposed to, and when Mistress reads this, she will probably make me stop. But you're supposed to go home for Yule to be with your family, and I don't have either.
So I figured that I ought to try and find the tunnel in which I was made. It is slow going, though I have strong claws, I keep them trimmed close to my fingers and blunted most of the time. I've started growing them out when autumn begins, so that I can dig better. I also work on keeping my flame breath up throughout the year, so I can heat the ground and rock and make it softer.
I don't know what I would do if Master or Mistress said I couldn't go and dig every Yule. Probably just sit where First Mistress' castle used to be, curl up, and cry. I miss her so much. I miss having a purpose. It's been a long, long, long, long time since I had a real purpose.
I've been literally over the entire world looking for Mistress. But I can't find her. An entire millennia of looking and I never found anything. If she hadn't promised me that if she died would I, I would have thought that she was killed when the tower was attacked on that awful day when everything went wrong.
Though I don't think I'll forget what I look like, some people might read this book some day when I'm not where the book is to look at. I wrote earlier about hybrids and about bits mixed together, which is what I am. If you took a salamander, the little tiny kind in ponds, not the great big flaming ones, a tan tabby housecat, and a dragon (and good luck in finding one) and squished them all together and made them into the general shape of a person (but not quite) you'd have me.
I'm four feet, two and one quarter inches tall. I'm a mishmash of parts from all the things I mentioned. I used to be brown, but I started turning red and gold about the time I got a job at this castle, which was when it was built. The humans changed the years, then. They started things over at zero, and a few days after Yule they add another number to the year.
I asked the other day, and it is 1346 AF, that means After Founding. That was when all the Midland Nations joined together to fight off the Dragon Armies and were successful. Though I am one, I don't like dragons very much. Thankfully they don't get as big as the one Mistress had anymore. Centuries of being hunted means all the big ones got killed really quickly.
Thankfully I'm not a big, scary dragon. Like I said, I'm only just a little bit bigger than four feet tall. I have scales on my chin, tummy, and the underside of my tail. Those are gold. I also have scale under my fur, but they're kind of hard to see. Even though it's very soft, my fur is very tough and you can't cut it with scissors; they just kind of jam up.
I walk on two legs, like people, but my feet and legs are different than people legs. If you look at a person, and then at me, I look like I'm walking on the tips of my toes, and the bit from toe to ankle is longer, and the bit between ankle and knee is shorter. It's one of the ways you can tell I'm definitely not people. That is if the fur and scales and wings and tail and claws and horns and spikes and fangs didn't give it away.
My neck is longer than a person's and my face is too. It's very animal-like, a muzzle. My neck is a lot like a dragon's. Or a snake's, since you might not have seen a dragon. They don't come near the city around the castle. There's a fierce warrior here that keeps them away. I think the warrior knows that even though I'm kind of a dragon, that I can be here because I'm tiny and don't hurt anyone. I've never seen the legendary dragonslayer before, so I think he leaves me alone.
My tail is longer than I am tall, about four and a half feet. My wingspan is maybe twice my height and a little more. They look kind of tiny on me. Even if I had the muscles, I don't think that they would be big enough to let me fly. So it would be silly to even try.
I think Mistress wants me to try because she doesn't have the ability to fly, nor is it within her power to ever be able to do as such. I think she believes that if she can get her frightened, simpering pet to fly, that she may find something resembling happiness.
Her beliefs are wrong. I've never dreamed of flying. I've never wanted to fly. All I've ever wanted is to be a good and loyal pet that makes her owner happy. I don't do that. I make her angry and upset and make her cry. I've failed every owner I've ever had.
If I weren't such a frightened, cowardly, simpering thing, I might have taken it upon myself to never fail anyone ever again.
If I had been born, I might have had the courage to end my failure.
If I had a soul, I would.
But I was made.
This is all I have.
This is all I will ever have.
Nothing comes after.
So I go on failing, not because I'm afraid of nothing, but because if I die, there's no punishment for me for screwing up. If I keep living, I keep hurting, and keep reminding myself of how I've failed everyone who has ever owned me.
Yes, Mistress, even you, even though you say that you don't.
And because I wrote that, you're going to cry.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to stop writing and will go to bed now, Mistress. So you won't cry anymore when you read this.
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Everyone wondered what his costume was, and some even dared to suggest that he didn't have one at all; Andy simply smiled, nodded and moved along as if nothing had happened, knowing full well that if he said anything, that would completely ruin the surprise. He was constantly looking at his watch, counting down the minutes until midnight while the rest of his friends were busy discussing what they were going to drink next, and the rest of the party-goers got hammered on whatever pumpkin-based concoction happened to be next to them. The whole concept of disguises and costumes was nothing more than a formality at that get-together; the real reason why him and his coworkers organized a Halloween party was to get wasted while wearing the cheapest piece of cloth they could pretend was a cape, or after smearing some red paint on their face and calling it blood. That year though, Andy had a much better idea.
With fifteen minutes to spare, he excused himself, telling his friends he was going to the bathroom to make room for the next round of vodka shots. No one really cared, and indeed none seemed to notice he was gone at all, giving him all the time in the world to slink away behind the large country house they were hosting the party at and find a secluded spot out near the woods. The sky was clearing, the cloud cover thinning out considerably, and the reflected moonlight shone cooly on his fur. He could hear the wind in the distance, could feel the chill seeping in, and took a deep breath; it was cold that night, but it soon would be red-hot, courtesy of the transformation he had lined up for himself. It would only be good for that one night, and he'd probably be feeling the headache for days to come, but if it all went according to plan then everything would be worth it.
Andy removed a small autoinjector from an inner pocket, then lifted his sleeve and pressed the needle hole against his arm. The pinprick hurt somewhat, but the accompanying anesthetics made it easy to endure; after that, the chilliness began to vanish gradually, replaced by a rising heat building up asymmetrically inside of him, spreading from the injection spot all the way to the other end of his body, filling him with a sense of raw power that he hadn't experienced since the last time he and Rebecca got frisky with chemicals in the bedroom. When he opened his eyes, it wasn't darkness he saw in front of him, but an alien colour gradient that it took him a few seconds to realize was infra-red, the predatory instincts kicking in when his heightened sense of smell began to pick up the surprising amount of sexual pheromones being produced by a few happy couples inside of the house. Up above, the moon sat, waiting for him to look up towards it.
So he did.
His clothes became very tight all of a sudden, as if they'd just shrunk down several sizes, leaving Andy feeling like he was being gripped from every direction. This lasted for only a few short seconds, as the cloth was rapidly ripped to pieces and turned into little more than tatters hanging off of his form as it bulged outwards, his arm and legs sculpting themselves as their constituent muscles inflated with extra mass, his torso widening and thickening to meet the demands. His whole body was expanding in spurts, with each heartbeat bringing the moon-activated serum to the rest of him, spreading the corruption until it permeated every inch of him, every vein, every capillary; the fox looked to the side and marvelled as his biceps seemed to grow whenever he flexed them, looked down and grinned maniacally at his rock-hard pecs and six-pack abs. He looked around and felt like he was on top of the world when the trees grew smaller by the moment, seven feet of height being cleared, then eight, then nine! Andy found himself at a good twelve before the transformation petered out, and yet somehow, that wasn't the best part of it.
The serum had been advertised to him as a general enhancer, and that meant more than just giving him an athlete's build and enough size to topple over a small house. Down below, between his legs, hung a monstrously large cock, easily long enough that, even though it had just been coaxed out of its sheath, it already hung close to his knees, with an accompanying set of balls that swung ponderously with each movement, overinflated yoga balls that squished heavily against the inside of his legs. He could feel them clench slightly every few seconds, coinciding with spurts of precum firing from his tip, one that was pointing upwards rather than towards the ground; his member was already almost fully turgid, the transformation having been enough to leave him hot and bothered all over, and it didn't take a lot of convincing himself before Andy had both of his hands wrapped tightly around that shaft, pumping it for all it was worth.
His stamina seemed to have been improved as well, because he certainly didn't recall any time in the past where it took him that long to achieve climax. He must've spent a good fifteen minutes stroking himself, eventually succumbing to the need and rubbing his cock against his own chest before finally hitting his limit, thick ropes of cum firing from his turgid rod and slamming heavily against the underside of his chin and the side of his face, after the fox hugged that beast as close to his chest as possible. The vulpine giant collapsed, the ground quaking when his body fell onto it and kicked up large dust clouds, obscuring his vision… but not his sense of self.
He didn't want to believe it at first, especially since it hadn't been listed as a potential side-effect, but he was still growing. Whether it had always been happening and he just didn't notice, or if it was a result of his orgasm, he didn't know, but he could feel the earth shift and move underneath him as his legs grew longer and his torso even wider. Down below, those nuts of his were digging large grooves on the dirt as they continued to fill, Andy's spunk pooling into a small lake behind him, spreading in oddly misshapen globs once his head hit it at full speed. His entire frame was glistening underneath the moonlight, small droplets of sweat reflecting its light back and showing off every contour of his toned musculature. And just as quickly as it had restarted, it stopped again, giving Andy just enough time to breathe in and try to make sense of the situation.
He was clearly much larger; sitting down placed his head nearly as high as he had just been standing up, and that came with a proportional boost to the rest of him too. He didn't want to get back up, since that would alert everyone as to what had happened to him; he did want to show off, but at no point did Andy expect the growth to be so severe that he'd end up being nearly as tall as their party house! Surely his friends would be more terrified than aroused, even if he was swinging around a cock that was longer than most of them were tall, along with… wait, what was he saying? Of course they were going to be aroused by that! They were all drunk off their asses too, why would they care if he showed up like that?
Indeed, everyone's reaction to the sudden emergence of the colossal fox was to start clapping like idiots and loudly proclaim how that year's entertainment was really pulling out all the stops with the VFX budget, nevermind the fact that there were no visual effects earmarked for that year (not after the utter disaster that had been the 2018 celebrations). A few even went so far as to get up from their chairs or their spots on the ground and stumble towards Andy, who was both highly confused and incredibly amused at how little of an impact his arrival had; surely, at some point, someone was bound to question why there was a literal giant fox wielding a cock bigger than most of them were… and yet no one did. It was as if he was the most normal thing in the world, at least when viewed through the lens created by several shots of unholy, high-alcohol-content mixtures. This at least gave him some room to be comfortable in, since if no one was going to kick up a fuss about it, he could afford to show off to everyone.
Unfortunately for him though, his body had different plans. The serum was either tainted or he was sold on the wrong thing, because the second the cloud cover overhead cleared away and revealed the full moon again, Andy felt that familiar tightness spreading inside of him again. His eyes shot wide open, trying to take in his physical form before it began expanding again, his mind racing with the possibilities; surely it had to stop at some point, no? He couldn't just… keep going, could he? And if he could, then would he want that? Would he want to become a macro-sized vulpine infused by moonlight for as long as the serum was being pumped through his veins? At first he might've said yes, but without Rebecca by his side, it all felt just a bit too lonely for his taste… though all of those highly excitable little ones underneath him were a good consolation prize.
Many of them had to clumsily roll out of the way of Andy's paws, which began digging large trenches on the ground when their next growth spurt hit them, the fox giant's claws sinking deeply into the earth and excising huge chunks of rock whenever he raised his feet. He stumbled backwards, having to twirl around to avoid slamming into the house and utterly destroy it, what with his head now being as tall as the roof, and within seconds taller still; somehow, against all odds, Andy had outgrown the three-story country home they rented out for their party, and if not for the fact that it was a small manor, he would've been wider than it was as well! Every breath he took flooded him with the cold night air, a stark reminder of just how colossal his body was, serving to bring him back to reality whenever he began feeling too hazy or unsure of the details; every breath reset him, unwilling to let him go too far deep into the pit of self-indulgent madness gnawing at his very core. He wanted to give into it, wanted to willingly surrender and do something about that torso-length shaft of his, but he couldn't, not in front of everyone else; even the drunkest of the drunks were starting to wonder just what exactly was going on, and why their supposed VFX show was leaving gashes on the ground and ripping large sections off the roofing when it was just supposed to be a spooky hologram. A minority had finally convinced themselves of the reality, though strangely enough they began to step forward rather than try and put some distance between themselves and Andy; the fox, for his part, had his nose inundated by a mounting cloud of pheromones, signalling to him just what exactly was on those persons' minds. He couldn't blame them, to be fair, not when he was both completely nude and actively trying to show off both his immense package and ripped, bulging body; he'd be more insulted if they didn't try to jump his bones!
Though this did pose a bit of a problem, because what exactly was he supposed to do when even the largest of his friends and coworkers weren't even enough to take his tip, much less the rest of the gargantuan shaft he had attached to himself? Without Rebecca there to "help" him, clearly the only way to go about it would be to service himself, but what about everyone else?
The answer came from an unlikely source: one of the people in charge of the accounting department, a vixen who could not handle her booze regardless of how many snacks she tried to smother it with, began to climb one of his legs. It was haphazard and didn't really work, plus Andy had to catch her after she fell when halfway to his knee to stop her from hurting herself, but it gave everyone else the same idea; within just a few seconds, most of the party-goers were nipping at his heels trying to find some leverage in order to climb his towering frame, prompting the giant fox to do something about it… which he did, by allowing his instincts to kick in and slowly falling backwards until his back was flat against the ground. Just like that, no one had to endanger themselves to climb onto him, and now they could also pick any part of his body they wanted to attend to!
Predictably, most of them went for the exact same three spots, though surprisingly a vast majority went with his two colossal cumtanks rather than his shaft, which gave him the perfect opportunity to finally do something about that aching pressure he'd been feeling for some time. Finally on the ground, feeling that monster throbbing against his chest, its tip directly above his head and showering it in pre, it'd be hard not to succumb to the desire to open his mouth wide and welcome his own cock into it, which was made slightly difficult by virtue of the full moon shining on him again.
Andy almost choked on his own length when the next growth spurt forced his body to take up even more land, one of his feet barreling through the walls of the house and ending up emerging from the other side, all while that shaft he was carrying grew so long as to go past his head, and thick enough to cover a good half of his torso, now looking more like a leathery oak tree than anything else, and one that oozed gallons upon gallons of thick seed every second to boot. Andy was exhausted, and yet he still wanted to keep going, to push his body past his limits and to force it to give him the pleasurable release that he desperately needed and was denied by the latest moonlight infusion. His hands moved of their own accord, stroking that massive rod of his, while the party-goers found new and inventive ways to have fun with a body that large and well-endowed. All Andy himself could do was give in to his instincts and surrender his better judgement to muscle memory… and then hope that things figured themselves out down the line.
Besides, the clouds were clearing up again. And the serum was nowhere near done.
|
"Kitten? Is everything alright?"
Lizzie's worried words seemed to float right on past her as the pressure kept mounting inside
of Xili, the full-body experience focusing more and more in one specific area… or two, if one
was to be precise. What started off as her entire body alerting her to another growth spurt had
morphed into the same kind of sensation she had felt right at the start, when her breasts began to
fill up uncontrollably back in her bedroom.
Sure enough, when she dared to look at them, they were filling up far more quickly than even
she anticipated, the tape doing one hell of a job at keeping those milkers dry, but simultaneously
causing them to take up an increasing amount of space on top of the table. With her claws
digging into the ground and the sides of the chair she was sitting on, the dragon-cheetah's
response to her preoccupied friend was caught in between moans and the overwhelming desire to
start audibly begging for more. Mustering whatever was left of her willpower, Xili managed to
look down at the dragoness, her pleading eyes giving her all sorts of mixed messages when she
blurted out something to the tune of "Get out from in front~!" just seconds before it truly started
hitting her.
It came in waves, much like it had initially, but try as she might to stop it, her chair was
starting to be dragged back. Her chest was filling with copious amounts of her delicious cream,
rumbling and churning as the currents worked desperately to leave yet were stopped by the
surprisingly-strong tape at each of her teats. With nowhere else to go but inside, the cheetah was
forced to watch as her bustline continued to expand in all directions, the dining table soon
vanishing underneath the mounting avalanche of breastflesh that threatened to just break it in
half from the weight.
But rather than carry on forever and finally give the kitten the dream of being the bustiest cat
around, it all stopped just as quickly as it began, with one final, powerful burst that not only
succeeded in ripping off the two pieces of tape keeping it all in one piece, but sprayed such a
gigantic torrent of milk in front of her that Lizzie, having made the mistake of not getting out of
the way, was covered head-to-toe in her milky production, yelping in surprise before finally
sidestepping it after the impromptu shower.
Xili was left gasping for breath after it was all over, groaning quietly when she attempted to
readjust herself in her seat and yet found her body pinned by the colossal weights now attached
to it. With a loud crack and a series of splintering creaks, the table ended up collapsing under the
pressure, bits of wood flying in all directions as those tankers of cream wobbled and rippled after
impacting the ground. Getting up was now impossible, or at least Xili didn't even want to try;
those tits were nearly as tall as she was, filled to the brim and jiggling ever-so-slightly with each
movement she attempted to make. With everyone around her locked into a stunned silence, Xili
could even hear them, each heartbeat sending a sluggish shockwave through the small pools of
sugary fluid contained inside of her, causing quite the beautiful noise as they glooped and
gurgled underneath their own titanic volume.
But there was a silver lining, or at least as close to one as Xili could get: much as her breasts
had grown beyond her ability to carry around normally, they at least seemed to have dried out,
the final surge having knocked out what remained of her lacteous productivity and closing the
taps for what seemed like for good! No more rivers of milk, not even a trickle; slowly but surely,
her nipples finally dried up, signalling to the dragon-cat that, if nothing else, her growing period
was finally done for.
Lizzie, still struggling with getting all of that milk off of her, approached her from the side, a
look of awe and amazement stamped on her face as she carefully attempted to massage part of
those impressively large tits. She found them to be as soft as the kitten's fur had always been,
and surprisingly malleable to boot; despite clearly being full to bursting and dangerously close to
a second bout of leaking, the dragoness could easily push her hand inside and nearly have it
vanish in those milky folds, though considering how much of a reaction that provoked in her
poor kitten, Lizzie decided against it.
For now, at least. Goodness knows she desperately wanted to give that chest a good massage
once the two of them got back home somehow.
"Kitten, are you feeling alright?" she murmured, offering the cheetah a gentle head rub and a
peck on the forehead, "You're looking a bit knocked out, not gonna lie."
"I… I'm…" - in truth, Xili wanted to go on a massive rant about how wondrous the
transformation had been, how powerful she was feeling at the moment and how much she
wanted it to keep going. But, for the sake of not worrying her friend too much, a more reasonable
answer was required - "I'm ok, I guess… y-yeah, I think I'm fine. I think it's over."
"Well, if it is… then we're gonna need to find a way to move you out of here, 'cuz I don't
think you're getting home on your own two feet."
"Call a tow truck."
The reply came so quickly and naturally, without the slightest hint of irony, that it took the
both them a few seconds before the absurdity of it kicked in and they started laughing like
hyenas at the mental image; just imagining poor Xili, dragged onto the back of a massive truck
and made to watch as her giant tits were hauled all the way back to her apartment was enough to
get tears flowing from their eyes, and after a short while, Lizzie didn't even realize when she
started leaning into that bust, at least until Xili screamed out in the most obscene manner
possible and drew a thousand shades of red to both their cheeks.
"R-right," Lizzie stammered, "I'm gonna call for Mary to come over, she's got a pick-up I
think is big enough to carry you."
"No need, I… I th-think I can handle this," Xili moaned back, pushing her chair away and
standing up, finally getting a good view of just how much she'd grown. Though not as tall as she
thought they were, her breasts were still most of her body weight, the top of their curvature
ending about halfway up her torso; the dragon-cheetah was certain that, if not for gravity having
taken its toll, each milktank would probably end several feet above her head.
At the very least, this way she could try and drag them home.
Of course, this was easier said than done. Though Lizzie offered to help, Xili decided that
she needed to do it herself, get her body used to having to lug those things around until they
could find a better solution to their mobility problem. But the more she pushed her bosom, even
if it did move a couple of inches each time, the more its sensitivity bit back, leaving the kitten a
mess of sweat, moans and very lurid words before they even got close to leaving the restaurant's
outdoor dining area. It was no use, she realized; she wasn't going anywhere.
But just before Lizzie could step back up and offer to call someone, or even obey the tiny
voice in her head suggesting that she herself help carry that bust, they both heard something.
Something bassy and rumbling, emanating from within Xili's chest, that told the both of them
that the poor kitten wasn't yet done transforming into a miniature milky goddess. Bracing herself
for the inevitable pressure waves and the ensuing torrent of delicious milk soon to be ejected out
of her, it was with some surprise that Xili realized she was still dry, and the rumbling sound was
taking on a far more different tone than expected. There was no real churning of fluids this time;
just a pervasive vibrating, like her entire chest was being wobbled by some unseen force. It
was… pleasant, but not to the degree that everything else had been. If nothing else, it was more
curious and intriguing than pleasurable.
Of course, such thoughts were swept away as easily as a large section of the pavement when
her breasts suddenly ballooned outwards, pushing Xili back several feet and cracking stone and
wood as they suddenly went up several leagues in weight and size. It was almost like a hiccup;
one moment it was fine, then her entire body jumped and there it was, a set of tits that was finally
as tall as she was. But there would be no rest for the poor cheetah, not until her body was done
imposing its will on her. With another wave and another large amount of property damage, the
size of those things jumped up yet again, Lizzie's muffled yelp telling the cat that her friend had
just been caught by surprise and donked onto the ground, the feline's own body mercilessly
thrown back under the advancing wall of boob that her chest had become. In just two swift
bursts, she'd gone from merely hyper-sized to being dwarfed by her own bust, each one of those
gigantic milktanks at least as big as the rest of her was.
But that wasn't enough, was it? Not for Xili, not in the state of mind she was. With the
opportunity to flaunt her new body just handed to her on a silver platter, it was difficult to reject
a gift such as that one. For her, it was just another step towards perfection, a new detail in the
statuesque, sculpted body she was given. So what if her tits were most of her? As long as they
remained as sensitive as they were, the cat-dragon couldn't bring herself to care about how many
buildings had to be destroyed before she was done.
Another surge, and the arms she had left hugging herself were spread even wider after her
bosom packed on more weight, the left side of one of them already forced to squeeze against the
side of the building the restaurant was built in. The people around her had long since scattered,
some screaming in fear, others offering her words of encouragement, a few sticking around at a
distance with their phones out to watch the show and record it for prosperity. Hidden underneath
her breasts were the two sets of claw marks where her feet had been dragged back due to the
sheer force of her explosive growth; Xili had no desire to be stranded on top of her tits like so
many others who shared the same kind of fate as her, preferring to stay at ground level just so
she could admire the size and volume of her chest in the best, most lustful way possible.
But the kitten didn't really have time to do so. Every time she settled in to appreciate her new
size, it was made irrelevant when her body jumped one more time, tossing cars aside like it was
nothing after she invaded the street. Alarms were ringing, only to be silenced when those
gigantic orbs grew over them and smashed the cars into pieces, covering the ground underneath
her with warped metal and broken glass, none of it doing more than slightly tickling her colossal
mammaries. Another jump took place, and another, and another, until Xili was convinced that it
would never end; she'd just keep growing forever, her tits eclipsing buildings, then cities, then
states… maybe the kitten would break the final barrier, truly become a goddess as the entire
world was made to witness her glory, whether they liked it or not!
Thoughts to distract her as Xili's chest grew to the size of the buildings around her, forced to
squeeze in between the rows of apartment blocks and barely giving their occupants any time to
think before they began to topple over; the cheetah didn't think to spare a thought for the people
whose houses she was wrecking, as she figured that the sight of her would be enough to justify
why they needed new living arrangements. Why bother complaining about their apartment being
flattened when it was her doing so? It would be insulting, to suggest that someone such as her
couldn't simply take what was necessary for her ascension. They should know better.
Another wave coursed through her, and if anyone was looking from a distance they would
see her chest emerging from the top of the buildings they were wrecking, two oddly-dry,
truck-sized nipples quivering under the sunlight and threatening to explode with their milky
bounty at any given moment. Another burst, and even that size was made pathetically obsolete,
the grinding and creaking of metal announcing to the world that the city was too small to contain
this beast of a cheetah.
But Xili had more things to worry about than property damage or her bust rapidly burying
her as she failed to contain her desire for it to grow even larger. The familiar warmth had
appeared again, on top of the hammering waves of pressure that had been bloating her breasts to
absurd proportions for the past five minutes. Disappointment rolled in once that heat decided to
make its home away from her chest, Xili hoping that her size gain would be complimented by a
fresh rain of her kitty cream, but once her brain was pulled from the brink of climax and the
cheetah gave it a moment's thought… well, it was hard not to want what the warmth promised,
wasn't it?
All at once, the muscles in her body tensed up as the growth bursts affecting her chest began
to fade away, all of that delicious power focusing on the rest of her for a change. She could feel
it, welling up inside of her and threatening to tear her apart from how much it was trying to
change in so little time. Muscles packed themselves on top of existing ones, her form
disproportionally growing out as it scrambled to match the one part of her that was truly gigantic.
Those shorts, the one thing she still had on her, were immediately atomized by one of her legs
growing several feet, its twin taking a few seconds before going in the same direction. Xili lived
up to her self-appointed status as a beast, her form haphazardly adding mass onto itself, growing
one arm longer than the other before the latter turned the tables, slabs of flesh compounding on
themselves to plump up her rear before her muscular, powerful thighs made it look tiny by
comparison. She was mutating beyond recognition, her body a plaything for whatever chemical
company those supplements had come from.
But it wouldn't last forever. No, it couldn't. She needed better, she deserved better. It
wouldn't do for her body to just grow out of her control, it was her body. It was her body and
she was going to sculpt it like she wanted it and damn whoever said anything else about it! Her
mind focused like a laser, picturing herself, the final form of her transformative madness, the
perfect ideal. She saw herself tall enough to dwarf the puny buildings around her, those leathery
wings spread out wide and proud, casting a shadow on the city underneath her. She saw her
toned physique, sculpted like the lewdest statue in the history of the world, standing as a
testament to what reckless stupidity and immense doses of luck could accomplish.
And as she saw it, her body obeyed. The erratic transformations diminished as her body
began to even out, the masses of muscle-on-muscle receding and redirecting themselves to where
they were most needed. The ground underneath her paws cracked under the weight as feet after
feet of cheetah were increasingly pounding on it, her legs unable to stop themselves as her entire
body rubbed against a bust that seemed smaller by the second. Before long, even those titanic
titties couldn't stand up to what the draconic goddess had become, their underside showering the
ground in rubble when they were finally lifted up into the air. Carrying them was the cheetah's
new body, finally made to look like she wanted it, having wrangled those supplements into
compliance and forced them to work their magic towards her own goals.
Rising high above her surroundings, the six-story cheetah-dragon was hard at work admiring
her new form, wings creating miniature tornados every time they were extended before Xili had
the decency to let them rest against her body. Each one of her powerful legs, now truly a
testament to her original species' heritage, were large enough to just knock smaller buildings
aside; her thighs, well, it should be enough to say that "fitting" into anything was a thing of the
past. The cheetah-dragon smiled to herself, a toothy grin filled with extra-sharpened chompers
and gleaming with a renewed white, when her arms successfully lifted those torso-covering
breasts and let them fall onto her, feeling their weight be little more than a minor inconvenience,
where five minutes prior they had been so massive as to be insurmountable.
She wanted to say something. She really did. But her body had a different idea.
Maybe as a finale, a last joke to cap off the whole show, or maybe because she had
deliberately tried to direct the chemicals to do something they didn't want, her entire body was
hit by one final, irresistible wave of unthinkably massive pressure, so much so that Xili dropped
to her knees almost immediately in response, unable to keep herself stable even with so much
more… everything to her. What she was feeling was truly bordering on the insane; just when
they thought it was over, her body disagreed, and an intense, all-consuming dread took over her.
It wasn't just the normal pressure she'd always felt, the prelude to something greater wanting to
make itself known. It was far more, much more powerful, something that even the cheetah began
worrying was outside of her control. She couldn't control it, it was too much. Every inch of her
wanted to move outwards, like something inside of her very core was pushing every atom of her
body away.
She felt like she was going to burst, literally explode from just too much everything
happening at once. But she wouldn't be so unlucky.
|
Djinn't think about the Consequences!
"Go on, I dare you." There was no subtlety in the taunt from Brian.
Billy just grinned in response.
Tom looked at his friends, and then at the blue skinned man across the
room. "Okay, fine, I'll do it, but you owe me the damned beer when
we're done." He strode across the lobby, coming up behind the man
and tapping him forcefully on his shoulder.
The man turned to look at him through wire rimmed glasses, his long,
waxed mustache twitching slightly as he regarded the lankly young
man that towered over him. "Yes, what do you want?" His tone was
sour.
Tom swallowed and let loose. "So, um, where's your magic lamp?" He
tried to stifle the giggle.
"Excuse me?" The man asked, adjusting his suit coat. Impeccably
tailored the dusky color offset his vibrant blue hue handsomely. Gold
cufflinks and buttons made it clear he was a man who enjoyed the
finest luxuries, and those did not include young men being impertinent
to him. His eyes narrowed.
Tom ignored all this and continued with the joke. "Like, dude, where's
your lamp? I want some wishes!"
Behind him Billy and Brian chuckled. Brian waved and yelled out "Me
too!"
"Go away." The tone was flat, and the man turned his attention back
to waiting for the next available receptionist to help him.
Unfortunately, there was a long line. He glanced at his watch, a Rolex,
as he tapped his pointed wingtips impatiently.
Tom wasn't going to let a cold shoulder dissuaded him from a joke. He
slid back in front of the man. "No way, man, I want some wishes.
Come on, you're like one of those genie dudes, right? So, you've got
to give me some wishes. Like, I want to be rich, and for a hot piece of
ass, and a Lamborghini." Tom cracked a wide smile as he saw his
taunting start to get under the man's skin.
But the man didn't get angry, his voice stayed calm and cold. "This is
harassment. I am not a genie. I am a Djinn. And I am not some
mystical wish granting servant for the like of you oafs." He turned
away again.
This time when Tom slid in from of the Djinn the lanky man reached
out and pushed the smaller azure hued fellow. "I said, I want a wish."
His voice grew more menacing as he started to puff up, trying to use
his height to intimidate the Djinn.
The Djinn gave him a hard look, eying him from head to too. "You're
an ass, you know that, right? Now don't you dare touch me again, or
I will ensure that you will live to regret the decision."
This only served to goad Tom further. He glanced at Brian and Billy;
nodding and winking briefly in their direction before he snatched at
the small tan leather case that the Djinn carried in his left hand. With
a twist he was able to pull it away swiftly. "I'll be a wealthy ass as soon
as you cough up your bottle, or lamp, or whatever it is I have to rub.
I'll be it's in here!" He held aloft the briefcase triumphantly.
"Give that back." The Djinn's voice was low, but it took on a dark tone,
almost menacing in its firmness. The long fingers, manicured and
bejeweled with rings, curled into clenched fists, the long dark nails
biting into his palms.
"Oh, I've got you now!" Tom capered about a bit and then set about
trying to open the case. He struggled in vain for a moment, but when
it was clear that it wouldn't reveal its contents, he smashed it to the
ground. The briefcase hit the marble with a crash, sending papers
flying about, while pens rattled away along the floor.
"You thieving, destructive, arrogant little ass. You learn one story
about a trapped Djinn and you think we are your slaves, bound to serve
you?" He pointed a long black curved talon at Tom. There was a
crackling in the air about him, even as the room's lights flickered and
dimmed. The people standing nearby edged away cautiously,
unwilling to interfere with the altercation.
Tom still hadn't comprehended the danger he was in. He continued
to mock the Djinn. "Aw, the poor Genie is mad. Can't be bothered to
magic up a new briefcase!" He laughed at the short bespectacled man.
"Magic? You want magic? Very well, I will grant you one of your
wishes. A fine piece of ass indeed, that is what you wanted, right?
Then so it shall be forever upon your cursed head!" His voice rose to
booming levels as his hand rose high above his head. Only a split
second came and went before the glowing arc of energy arced and
crackled out of his upstretched hand, and over into Tom.
Tom's sense of danger was too slow. He only managed to recoil as the
blast rippled through him. He screamed, his back arching as the magic
bold coiled around him.
Brian and Billy tried to bolt, leaving tom, but the magic sealed the
doors and twin bolts looped about them as well. The small blue man
seemed very large now as he regarded them. "I sense you have played
a part in all this; chattering and egging him on. You too shall bear a
burden for your rakish ways." He lifted his hands together "So it was
commanded! So, it shall be!" The boom of his voice echoing through
the lobby
The magic that held Tom began to infuse into him, and his body began
to shift. His chest started to grow thicker, rounder, more barrel like,
stretching his shirt to the limit of the fabric before it tore asunder. The
button on his pants popped too as more of him increased in girth.
His arms and legs grew thinner, his shoes pushed off his heels as his
foot lengthened. Within moment his toes began to harden inside his
sock. He stared in shock and horror as his fingers began to fuse, dark
keratin spreading from his nails outward into a dark hoof shape on
each hand.
He coughed as his neck lengthened, but soon the cough became a
heavy bray as her dropped to all fours, his hooves shaking under him.
By now his ears were growing long, and fur was spreading across his
body. His pants split to reveal the rounded end and wispy gray tail of
a jackass.
His face was last to leave him, still frozen in shock as it began to swell,
his teeth expanding outward, buck toothed and wide, his nose and jaw
pushing outward to make room for his new dental configuration. The
soft fleshy muzzle wiggled nostrils flaring as he caught his own scent,
heavy with musk.
He stomped a hoof, awkwardly standing amidst the tatters of his
ruined clothes, his equine form clear, a grey donkey. He brayed.
The Djinn did not seem satisfied. "Beasts should be of use, and you
are no use unladen to me." A wave of his hand and the ruined clothes
vanished, replaced by a heavy halter and pack saddle, the harness tight
across the former man's muzzle. Bags too appeared, weighing the
beast down. Tom's new nose picked up a harsh smell from the bags.
"Ah, that's right, you wished for wealth, too, and so I have given it to
you. Wealth to make any Roman soldier proud!" The Djinn cackled at
his own joke, popping open the bag to reveal heavy salt crystals. A
fortune by ancient standards, but of little consequence in the modern
world, just as no one need a donkey anymore.
Tom stood there, his head hung, laden with nearly worthless treasure.
The Djinn stroked his short goatee, thinking. "Ah, yes, you might learn
to enjoy this form." He said, then a dark grin crossed his face. "Let's
ensure you don't." His hand came together in a squeezing motion with
his fist.
Tom brayed loudly in pain, feeling the pressure on his balls as each of
them felt like they had burst inside him.
"There now, a proper fine piece of ass you are, all gelded and ready to
earn your oats." The Djinn nodded, then turned to the others, still
frozen in place having watched their friend turn into a castrated
donkey.
He smiled darkly at them. "Ah you two jackdaws are not free of my
wrath. You egged this eager ass on, and I will punish you in kind." His
fingers flexed and he raised his hands once more.
Both men could feel the magic wrapping about them, curling through
their very core. Slowly at first, and then with increasingly speed they
felt their bodies compressing, contorting. Their feet split, curling
outward into small claws, their skin sprouting dark feathers. Long dark
beaks replaced their mouth and noses, as their eyes grew beady.
Moments later nothing but a pair of small black corvids sat on the floor
amidst the pile of discarded clothing. They squawked and flapped
about, only to eventually find their way to the back of their former
friend who's head still hung low and dejected.
A satisfied but cruel smile remained on the Djinn's face. He hadn't felt
so free to curse a mortal in many ages. Sure, it'd cause some issue
with the courts, but as a Djinn he certainly had the right to defend
himself from an assault. It was all on tape after all, they'd
started it. He'd been quite restrained.
He regarded the trio. Maybe they'd find a princess to kiss, or a magic
fountain to reverse the spell, or perhaps a quest from some old crone
would do it. But for now? They would remain forever trapped as they
were, denied their humanity but keenly aware of its loss.
Turning from them he pointed his finger at the fallen briefcase and
papers. They collected themselves and returned to the broken case,
which in turn rebound and restored, as if it had never broken. Case in
hand he strode up to the nearest receptionist to get his appointment
completed.
Behind him the crowd looked on silently at the three transformed
friends. The gelded jackass and two jackdaws sitting there in the
lobby. Occasionally the donkey would bray or a bird would let out a
shrill, harsh caw, but after a short time the crowds ignored them, save
by a passerby or two that wondered about the strewn clothing and the
strange animals in the lobby of such a grand building.
Eventually management sent for Animal Control, and the officers came
to take them away to their new lives.
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Sekhmet Reborn: Cerberus
Robby sat on the couch, eyes wide with fascination as he watched the drama unfold on the television set in front of him. He wasn't quite sure what the overall topic of the show was, but at the moment it was absolutely incredible.
Apparently the woman was a sort of man-hating dominatrix who would seduce submissive men, dominate them, introduce sissification elements into the BDSM, and eventually have the men on hormone replacements, getting plastic surgery, and essentially having them turned into women.
And then she'd dump them.
He was in total awe of the whole situation, not only did the woman lure in guys who wanted to be hurt and controlled, but she took their masculinity from them and left them physically and mentally scarred freaks.
"She's like pure evil." Robby said to himself.
His mother turned her head in his direction for a moment, but it was only to pick up the bowl of popcorn. Susan tended to focus on one thing to complete immersion. She probably hadn't heard her son anyway.
A loud sound essentially shook the house, making the glass of the windows quiver. It was loud enough to make Robby's dad look up from the newspaper crossword puzzle and peer out the window.
"It's probably Jeff Jacobson with the damned muffler off his motorcycle again." Todd grumbled, "He ought to be more considerate about the rest of the neighborhood in regards to his midlife crisis."
Susan shivered next to Robby, causing the youth to jump a little in surprise. A shiver went through him as well, the scent of something strange filling his nostrils. But just as soon as the weird smell appeared, it was gone.
Robby scooted over a bit to the other side of the couch, directing a glare at his mother. She did something similar at movies. The 'startle' scenes always made her jump, and then she would reach out and grab whoever was nearby, be it her son or her husband, and make them jump too.
He shook his head and concentrated on the TV. Susan handed the popcorn bowl back to her son. "I... I think I'm done with the popcorn." She said with a sigh.
He nodded and took the popcorn back, absentmindedly munching on the salty snack. A new guest was introduced on the talk show, tall, well built, voluptuous, dressed in a bright green-blue that matched her hair. The crowd cheered as she did a striptease on the stage, pulling her top hard enough to send buttons flying.
Robby's jaw dropped at the sight of what she was wearing underneath, a fishnet bra that showed bright green nipples. They... couldn't show that on TV.
He looked to his parents, neither of whom seemed to notice anything wrong. Todd was occupied with the crossword puzzle still, and Susan didn't seem to notice anything wrong on the screen.
Robby turned his gaze back to the TV, where the hot young woman was pressing her breasts together, bringing them up so she could run her tongue over her nipples.
This was most definitely something that they shouldn't be showing on television, and being of the male persuasion and in his middle teen years, and in a position were neither of his parents seemed to neither notice nor care, he watched the performance eagerly, a grin on his face and a familiar stirring in his pants.
His arousal was aided by a strange scent on the air, sweet and musky, and in a few moments there was quite a visible tent in his pants. A tent that continued to grow further beyond the normal size and tightness.
Robby's cock throbbed painfully, demanding to be freed, to be stroked until sweet release. The tightness in his loins continued to build, though Robby tried to ignore it.
He looked back to the TV as the green haired beauty kicked a leg up onto the chair, pulling up her skirt to show tight leather panties, and a huge cock poking out the top.
Robby's eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth began to water. The image on the screen seemed to wink at him as the strange shemale began to stroke herself.
"Oh gods..." Robby whispered, licking his lips.
A soft moan drew his attention to his left. His eyes widened even further at the sight of his mother. Susan was fondling one of her breasts through her shirt and hand the other between her legs, rubbing herself through her jean shorts.
"Gross, Mom." Robby said, a little disgusted, as he turned his attention to the beauty on the TV. He couldn't take it anymore and unzipped his fly, allowing his restrained cock to spring forward.
Robby gawked at his cock; it was bigger than it was supposed to be, by a good couple of inches. It was colored funny too, bright red. Not the red-purple of cut off blood flow, but bright apple red.
He bit his lip, looking over at his dad, who had folded up the newspaper and reclined in his chair, eyes on the TV screen, sporting a tent in his pants as well.
Well... if his parents were playing with themselves in the middle of the living room, Robby's brain argued, he might as well join in on the fun.
He looked over his cock, which was also shaped a bit weirdly as well as colored funny. It came to a point at the top and was thinner there than it was supposed to be, tapering down the length to a large, swollen bit at the base. A dog cock.
Robby wrapped his fingers around his length, beginning to stroke himself. His gaze returned to the TV, where the sexy shemale had pulled her leather panties down and was now jerking herself off with one hand, while fingering her ass with the other.
He began to stroke faster, attempting to keep pace with the shemale. He imagined that it was his cock in her ass, he could almost feel it. Her smooth body pressed back against him, a small tightness that blossomed to reveal gripping warmth around his shaft.
Robby's grip tightened on the smooth, round popcorn bowl. He imagined it was her breast, smooth and firm, in his hand. He fantasized that it wasn't his cock in his hand, but hers.
He pressed his cock against the edge of the bowl, thrusting against it. His precum slicked the smooth glass, the pressure enhancing his pleasure as the tip of his rod slid up to the rim of the bowl.
Robby moaned with each exhalation. It felt so hot to be whacking it right in front of his parents like this, without them caring at all. The camera on the TV was now right behind the shemale, who was bent over the side. She looked like she was being taken doggy-style by an invisible force. She was no longer stroking herself or fingering herself, but her pink pucker was stretched wide, as if by the presence of a cock, and she moaned and bucked as if she were having her ass pounded.
She looked over her shoulder with an expression of absolute pleasure as her body tensed. Robby imagined her tight ass gripping him tightly. He thrust forward and arched his back, lifting his rump from the couch. His hand tightened at the base of his cock, squeezing the sensitive knot.
Ropes of thick jism erupted from his dick, spattering the coffee table and the floor. Robby panicked, he didn't want to get in trouble for making a mess. He tiled the popcorn bowl upward, a few kernels spilling out, but that was less of a mess than having his spooge go all over.
He panted as he coaxed every last drop out of his cock, jet after jet splattering into the popcorn bowl. Robby sat for a second and attempted to catch his breath.
The TV, strangely, seemed to be back to the normal show. Robby slid his encircled fingers up his shaft, looking to squeeze the bit of cum that always was left inside after he wanked and would make a wet, sticky, uncomfortable mess in his underwear if he didn't get it out.
Robby ran a finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the bead of cum that had gathered there. He was about to flick it into the popcorn bowl when he noticed something wrong. His hand looked funny.
He brought it closer to his face, but the proximity only revealed that his skin had indeed begun to darken, tan in places, a dull red in others. His nails seemed to have lengthened and grown thicker as well, more like claws. Robby saw them turn black before his eyes.
Right at that moment a sweet, musky scent reached his nostrils, a scent that made him salivate. Before he knew what he was doing, he had extended his tongue and lapped his seed from his finger. It tasted so good, and he craved more.
"Rob, pass the popcorn." Todd said.
Robby turned to look at his dad, thinking he was in trouble, only to see his father in a similar state to himself. Todd's skin was like his son's, darkened to deep tan, with some red. His ears were pointed and larger than they had been. Behind his glasses were a pair of bright red irises centered in inky black pools. He had one clawed hand outstretched, the other wrapped around his own thick, hard, red, throbbing canine cock.
The younger transforming human couldn't help but stare at his father's cock. He handed the bowl over and whimpered softly. His rational mind was in a desperate battle with his libido and his strange new instincts. His tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden, it lolled out as Robby began to pant and drool.
Instinct and libido triumph, and the young transformee found himself moving to the coffee table in front of his father's chair, kneeling on top of it, leaning over the recliner's footrest, his face inches from Todd's glistening red cock.
The elder male looked down at his son with a fanged grin and gripped Robby by his transforming ears, now long, pointed, and rather like those of a German shepherd. Todd pulled Robby forward, pressing his cock against his son's face.
Robby was overcome by the delicious smell. He closed his eyed and murmured softly as his canine tongue began to lap at his father's manhood. His ran his long tongue up the sweet shaft with quick, eager licks.
With a growl Todd yanked his son's head back, drawing a whimper from the young pup. The alpha male took his member in one hand, gripping Robby's hair with the other, roughly forcing his shaft into the younger male's muzzle.
Canine instinct had crept into their minds, human taboos of family and sexuality fading. Todd saw his son as a young male that needed to be dominated and made to be properly submissive, while Robby saw his father as his alpha, to be obeyed and to serve without question.
He closed his eyes and relaxed. He enjoyed the way his alpha's warm meat filled his muzzle, the sweet taste of the alpha's pre slaking his thirst for cum.
"That's not faiiirrrr!" roared a deep voice from nearby.
Robby and Todd turned to see Susan, her body transforming faster than either of the males. They watched as her skin darkened to pure black, her face twisting into a monstrous canine muzzle. Clawed paws tore at the crotch of her jeans, the clumsy appendages unable to remove the tatters of her clothing, preventing her from the release of climax.
Before their eyes she grew in size, becoming a tall, power, muscular, armor plated canine beast. A long, armored, lizard-like tail ripped from her rump, straining the seams of her shorts enough to make them fall away, exposing the scent of her heat fully.
The sweet, musky odor that Robby had sampled earlier returned in full force. He was immediately overcome with the urge to fuck once again, his canine cock aching and throbbing with need.
"Stupid males, fuck me!" Susan growled, "I'm in heat! Or do you two queers just want to fucking suck each other off all day."
The she-beast turned and presented her rump, lifting her tail. Todd shoved Robby away and tossed the popcorn bowl onto the table, no longer needing something to splooge in now that he had an eager mate.
The alpha roared as he too was fully consumed by his instincts. His body began to change, mirroring Susan's. His clothing was torn to shreds as weak human flesh erupted into powerful muscle and tough armor plating.
Todd growled and lunged at Susan, the two dog-beasts crashing into a bookshelf, sending National Geographic's and TV Guides tumbling to the floor.
The male's tail erupted from his backside with great force, shattering a lamp as he pivoted to pounce again.
Robby watched his transformed parents fight with a smile on his canine face, his tongue hanging out as he panted and watched the two struggle for dominance.
The last of the elder male's human form faded as he took on a quadrupedal gait, matching that of his former wife, now seen in his mind as a bitch in heat that wouldn't submit and let him mount her.
Susan lunged at the larger male, but he rear back on his hind legs, landing on top of her. The female growled and hissed, trying to break free from the male, but she could not.
She eagerly raised her tail to allow the dominant male entry. She yelped with pleasure as he slammed his prick into her, his knot stretching her wide and was pushed in hard enough to make an audible pop.
The female snarled and yowled with delighted pleasure.
"Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! HARDER! HARDER!" she growled.
"Give your mother something to suck on." The alpha snarled, "You know it takes a cock in her mouth to shut her up."
"Grrr! You only wish! You never had the balls to force it in me! You call that hard?!" the lustful female growled back.
Still humanoid, Robby approached his rutting parents cautiously.
"Be quiet, bitch!" Todd said before biting down on Susan's armored neck, keeping her still.
Robby scampered closer on all fours, kneeling in front of his mother, presenting her with his eager cock. The large female's tongue, a mix of canine and serpentine, encircled her son's member and pulled it into her mouth.
The young male moaned, thrusting eagerly into his mother's muzzle, a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, which began to change to match the other two members of his pack.
His shirt and pants quickly became useless scraps of cloth as his body grew and expanded. His muscles expanded, his skin toughened into black and red armored plates. His new tail lashed from side to side and shattered one leg of the wooden coffee table and causing it to topple over.
He whimpered with each thrust, body caught up in the powerful feelings of both sex and transformation. He could no long balance, his body no longer humanoid. His forepaws landed on his alpha's back, which seemed to slowly become lower and lower.
Confused, Robby flopped onto his side to get a better view. His mother's sharp teeth scratched as the flesh of his cock as he rotated, but his tough flesh wasn't harmed.
He stared with confusion and fascination at what had happened. His father's tail had grown tremendously, while his mother's was nowhere to be seen. The armored flesh of her back appeared to merge with that of Todd's belly. Soon the alpha was forced to release his grip on his bitch's neck.
Todd's forepaws seemed to push into Susan's own as if those of the female were liquid. Their hind legs merged in the same way. The fused body of the alpha and bitch continued to pulsate and twitch, the two still copulating.
With a growl Susan spit out her son's cock. The two headed dog-lizard raised onto all fours. Robby whimpered and lowered his ears and head, showing himself to be submissive to the combine might of the two. Four heavy, armored breasts hung from the creature's belly, a massive, apple red dog-cock hung between its hind legs, just in front of a pair of puffy, ruby red lips that dripped with sexual desire.
"Grrr.... I didn't cum yet!" Todd and Susan snarled in unison.
Both heads licked their lips as the fused parents eyed their pup. Robby smiled meekly and lifted his tail, eager to be of service to his alpha.
The massive two headed beast leapt on him, its double sized prick already slicked with male and female precum alike. Even so it still hurt like hell going in.
Robby whimpered as his parents drove their cock into his virgin ass. It was big, thick, and hot. The precum strung, the sheer girth made his tight tailhole burn from stretching so wide. But it also felt so good.
The mounted he-bitch pushed back against his alpha's cock, eager to have it buried all the way inside of him. He howled with pain as his parents' knot was forced into him.
The tie secured, the two headed beast began to buck against the smaller wolf-lizard. Robby yipped with each thrust, the huge cock pressing against something inside of him that sent delightful sensations through him. His cock rubbed against the carpet with each thrust as well, making the young pup feel so good.
He felt a hot, fluid pressure on his back; new sensation began to fill him. He new he was merging with the two headed beast, soon to be a true three headed Cerberus. He felt his parents' tail curl around his own, absorbing its mass into theirs'.
He felt the aching, dripping wetness that was their shared cunt. He felt the sweet pleasure of their massive cock pounding into his ass. He felt the pain fade as his flesh began to shift, no longer his rump and his ass. But the pleasure of being fucked only grew.
The young canine threw his head back and howled as his cock sprayed its seed onto the floor for the last time. As the last jet left his member, the red flesh began to swell. The painful ache that demanded her plunge his cock into something returned. It wasn't his cock any longer.
Hard, hot, rubbery nipples pressed against the armor plating of his back, pressed into it. Robby felt his chest swell, four orbs ballooning outward to massive size; he could feel their full heaviness, each one swollen with canid milk.
His paws went numb as his forelegs were consumed by his parents' own. His mass added to them, making their combine body grow larger. Robby felt a sweet warmth trickling up his neck, surrounding his head and muzzle as they grew to a size to equal that of his parents.
A soft, sleepy feeling filled his mind, pulling it back into a corner of his consciousness. A corner where it was snuggled and caressed by two others. His mind was his own, and yet it belonged to something else, a fourth sentience comprised of, and yet stronger than, the three that made it up.
Cerberus looked around at the trashed living room with his six eyes. He snorted in disgust at what was on the television. The sexy green haired girl was long since gone, and so was the amusing carnival of human suffering, cruelty, and misery that was afternoon talk shows. It was the 5:00 news. The rubbish that wasn't national news, and wasn't good enough for the 6 o'clock showing.
The beast snorted at it and nosed the power knob. The living room was silent for the first time since Susan's morning soaps had come on. Cerberus' cock still throbbed with need, and the canine monster figured that he might as well do what it was that dogs seemed to do best.
He compared his bulk to the sofa. He was too big to lay on it comfortably. He'd be hanging off the front just a bit. The creature curled his tail around one ottoman over and pushed it up against the couch, and then the other one.
He decided it was a good enough fix and hopped up onto the couch, flopping down on it and lifting a leg.
A tawny furred handpaw reached down, encircling the canine member. "Hey," said a sensual feminine voice, "I was hoping to use that!"
Parts of Cerberus recognized the naked, winged female feline as their son and his brother, but the gestalt entity that was Cerberus recognized the beautiful goddess for what she truly was. His mistress.
Sekhmet climbed over the couch, snuggling with her new puppy-pet. Her shower had been invigorating, and educational, but she still craved more. She purred as she pressed her muzzle against one of Cerberus' own.
Cerberus whimpered softly as his mistress took his aching cock into her eager depths. With so much pent up frustration built from Todd, to the merger of Todd and Susan, to the lack of release for the two before fully merging with Robby, Cerberus found his endurance woefully inadequate.
He howled his pleasure as powerful jets of monster-cum flowed into Sekhmet's womb.
"That's a bad puppy." Sekhmet said with a giggle, "I can see that I'm going to have to train you properly before we can go out and have fun with others." The goddess purred.
"Now, I found this wonderful technique in the shower." Sekhmet continued, her handpaw reaching back past canine balls to find Cerberus' dripping slit, "Let's see if I have this right..."
Cerberus' pleasured howl shook the windows for blocks around.
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Duke James Mathews, a dapper gent from a time long passed, spent eons tormented and trapped by Occult in the Land Beyond Dreams where James sealed magic away. Released only a few years ago by a beautiful woman named Chloe and her companions- Aden her husband, Ken their son, Lilac who is Ken's girlfriend and her identical twin sister Violet. Set free by them, James could not simply turn his back to castle Greivanhal and Occult- the barrier between the Land Beyond Dreams and reality was crumbling away and the risk of Occult being unleashed on the world again became greater and greater. He spent some time getting to know the world again, having been removed from it for well over a thousand years, he was a bit behind the times. Occult and his counterpart Arcane continued to show up here and there all over the world, sometimes only minor harmless events, but sometimes not. James encountered a woman named Sahara who had been turned into a giraffe by Occult, and in her he found his first new ritualist- it was time to train spellcrafters to renew the seal, and keep magic out of the real world.
With Arcane's help James restored Sahara to her human body, and then recruited the original group who saved him before to be the remaining ritualists. The original ritualists who sealed Arcane and Occult were trapped on the other side of the seal alone with the Duke. They were decapitated by Occult and forced to share a single Dullahan-like body. The new sealing team invaded Greivanhal now, ready to reseal it. The old seal was almost entirely gone so they could not afford to wait any longer, but had to be very careful...Occult knew the seal was almost broken and that they would not take it sitting down.
They all looked at each other and nodded, kneeling down to work on the seal. The runic array was huge, etched into the ground covering most of the huge round balcony, overlooking an ocean that looped infinitely. Once the depression of the runes was filled with a shimmering bright prismatic energy...now only the edges glow dimly, if at all. There was sections and even entire runes that had gone completely dark. If Arcane tried to do this she would be immediately stopped- she is too powerful, Occult can track her ever movement easily. The group quickly used the magic tools to set up the pathways and held them, while James channelled actual magic down into it. It took much longer, but he gathered dispersed energy from the magic-saturated area, so there was was no single channelling point to give away their location. The only way this would work is if Occult never knew it is happening. To his immense relief, they completed the seal, and it flashed brightly signalling its completion. James smiled wide, wiping nervous sweat from his brow, looking the completed seal over. His smile started to fade though.
James looked shocked down at the array as it shimmered, flickered and then shifted and burned out. It was an illusion! The actual array was several feet over from where they thought!
Lizabeth appeared in the streets of the city about an hour later, beside Duke James Mathews as he watched Greivanhal phasing into reality, warping and destroying other buildings in it's way. It shimmered and pulsed in the middle of the road as the border between it and reality melted away, the seal completely destroyed. Lizabeth was in her human form, with her black horn staff in hand and cloaked in her long thread-bare robe.
I : Min-maxing
The Lavendelle sisters stuck together since they were identical twins. Everyone scattered from the dice Occult tossed, thinking if they distanced themselves from it, it would take longer to affect them, and if they divided it would take still longer to target them individually. They were trying to head to one of the portal runes, thinking if they all activated it would purge everyone back into reality. What would they do on the other side? No one had any clue, but since there was an immediate danger with the dice here at the castle, getting away was their current goal. Violet look the lead, but Lilac gave her a few directions. The last time they were here, Violet was almost turned into a giant vagina, and Lily nearly got turned into a giant penis. Violet was pinned by constant orgasms though, and never left the atrium, Lily knew a little bit of the castle's layout because she was able to wander off and encounter the centaur Clyde before she succumbed last time.
By the time the two reached the storage hall Lily had been to long ago, both sisters were feeling a bit odd. Violet was feeling a bit stiff, and an odd outward pressure all over her body. When she looked back to Lily to ask if she was alright, she noticed something wrong immediately- she was several inches shorter! They were identical twins- the same in every physical way! Lily was feeling a bit light headed and weak, but didn't notice the height difference till she seen how Violet was looking at her. They both knew right away it was an effect of Occult's cursed dice, and it only made them hurry more.
By the time they finally made their way around all the old boxes and furniture piled up and covered in sheets through the huge room, it was getting very awkward to keep up with each other. Lilac continued to become more meek, having to pause a moment every few steps to pull up her clothing because none of it fit properly anymore. Violet was getting wedgied pretty hard by her own clothing that was starting to look like it was painted on, and she kept having to look back for Lilac to make sure she didn't get lost behind all the old crap piled in the room, because one of Violet's steps was almost two for Lilac. They were both starting to feel frisky in spite of themselves, knowing that was an effect as well. Pleasure and lust was an easy 'out' for Occult to exploit, using it to manipulate people's behaviour how he wants, and diverting their attention. Violet found it easier to ignore than Lilac, who always had a slightly narcissistic crush on her sister.
They did not get far in the hall on the opposite side before they had to stop entirely, and Violet tried to convince Lilac to just leave her clothing. She was too small now, even when trying to hold them up they still got in the way. She still had the body of an adult but was no taller than a ten year old. Violet on the other hand heard her skirt rip a bit as she helped her sister out of her too small clothing- because her own was now far too tight. Violet was approaching the height of the large doorways in the building. Whatever Lilac was losing was going to Violet. Lilac still clung to her shirt as the last bit of clothing- covering almost her entire body on its own. She didn't want to go nude, both because she didn't want to be so vulnerable in such a grim location, and she didn't want her sister to see how aroused she had already been made by the magic. She was not great at resisting it.
Violet picked up Lilac and carried her now since their sizes were so wildly different. It was weird for them both. To Violet it was almost like carrying a child, except Lilac was very clearly a grown woman draped in a shirt that was giant for her. So it was more like looking at an insanely well made doll of...herself. Lilac tried to avoid eye constant to make things...well, less weird than they already were. Lilac didn't just feel small, it felt almost like there was a tiny pin hole somewhere deep inside of her and her very essence was being pulled into it. She felt weak, but could still move around just fine- the smaller she got the less of an impact she had on anything. And it didn't help that she was continuously brushing her sisters breasts in this position- and Violet's breasts were giant compared to her.
Lilac was worried about the parameters of the curse effects- when did they stop changing size? Would she just keep shrinking till she didn't even exist anymore?! Thanks to the lust increasing side effects of it, she was at least distracted from her worrying by Violet's increasingly awkward movement, as her clothing started to constrict her more and more, till finally she bent over with a moan and the seams of her clothing finally gave up the ghost. Starting from the middle of her giant thighs the seams of her jeans burst open and tore both up and down, till they were completely off her. Her shirt started to rip under her arms, both caught between the pressure of her arms trying to move and her breasts being squeezed with tremendous pressure, blooming out the stretched collar like a muffin. The shirt exploded off her in two parts- back and front as the sides of her panties snapped, and her bra fell away- the clasp having already been bent beyond its ability to function long before her shirt gave. Lilac's tiny pussy clenched and drooled at the sight, though her heart was also racing from a bit of fear. From her tiny perspective the seams ripping was considerably more loud, and if she was directly swatted by the clothing as it exploded off she could actually have gotten hurt.
Violet stopped to catch her breath after for a minute. Her skin was bright pink where her clothing had been strangling her. By the time she went to continue, she quickly realized she was trapped in the hall. She was bigger than the doorways! Lilac fit in one of her hands! She sat down, knowing she had no choice but to hope for someone else to rescue them now, and examined her miniscule sister. Between the magical affects and already being infatuated with her identical twin to begin with, Lilac was panting trying to hold back her arousal at her giant nude sister. The size difference between them was so great that Violet's boobs were literally the size of hills to her. Violet sighed, and tossed the useless shirt away from her sister and plopped her down on her breasts as she laid down propped against a wall at the end of the hallway. Lilac immediately started kissing and forcibly pressing herself into the tit flesh, which felt odd to Violet but not unpleasant. The flesh bounced and swayed around to Lilac, but to Violet the movement was so small she barely noticed. Lilac ground her pussy against the giant wall of soft rubbery flesh and sucked on the huge nipple, but it did not take long before the nipple was hurting her jaw. They were becoming so different in size the nipple was too large for Lilac's mouth!
Just rolling with it at this point, to relieve both of them, Violet directed her down to her own pussy- she did not want to grab Lilac and move her out of fear she might accidentally hurt her. Lilac knew the trek would only get harder if she didn't hustle, so she slid down the later half of her sister's boobs, falling a good distance due to the more severe curve of the underboob. She dashed down her ribs and stomach, jumping onto her butt and sliding down the groove toward the navel like it was a slide, then returned on foot at the pubic mound came into view. She could see the radiant pink of her sister's clitoral hood before even climbing up onto the mound itself. The skin here was a bit hard to stand on because it was even softer than the breasts. Lilac draped her legs over either side of the clit, catching it against her own crotch and messaging the labia with her bare feet. Her own clit hard but like a grain of sand compared to the large stiff pleasure button her sister had. She leaned back on her arms and thrust along the top of her giant sister's pink pearl, wetting it even more with her own juices in the process.
As one would expect from identical twins their orgasms were synced perfectly, though Violet was worried by a quiet shrill sound, thinking her orgasm may have hurt her sister somehow. It actually took her some time to spot Lilac. It seemed as though their size alternation had hustled to completion by the orgasm, but while they stopped changing, the size was ridiculous. Violet's clitoris was like a boulder to Lilac who was hanging onto it for dear life. That made her roughly the size of Violet's thumb nail, so they would have to just remain like this till someone hopefully found them. Lilac was too small to pick up without accidentally crushing her. The most annoying part is they couldn't even communicate properly. Lilac's voice was so tiny Violet couldn't understand a thing she said, and Violet's voice even at a whisper was overly loud to Lilac.
II : Hot-blooded, Cold-blooded Fight
Arcane rushed through the castle's upper floors trying to figure out where Occult was projecting himself from. As she stepped around the corner of a doorway, she seen only the briefest glimpse of a white rabbit before realizing he had found her first. The world around her seemed to crumble upward, drawing her own into a darkness where bits and pieces of the castle drifted up past her, till finally another, smaller world fell up to meet her. A forest clearing with a very long table with many chairs was before her, and Arcane took a seat knowing she had few options. The tablecloth was askew and plates and food were all over the place. On the opposite end, Occult's magician avatar took a slight bow, before flipping his tophat off onto the table to let the white rabbit peek out.
On the streets of reality, a vortex of destroyed buildings and vehicles spun around the area in a huge, low halo. The wreckage was tossed out from things that occupied the same space Greivanhal now was, unintentionally revealing a way to slow Occult down. A woman appeared for a split second before assuming her true form as a huge two headed dragon, Meredith with pale purple eyes and Maribeth with deep blue eyes. One with a single long narrow horn on the left side of their head, and the other with one on the right. Long neck, clubbed tail, she walked on all fours and also had large wings for flight. She is the younger sister of Lizabeth and is covered with platinum coloured scales with a golden sheen to them. She did not have the dimensional magic of her sister, but all dragons had at least a bit of magic- elemental usually.
Arcing a head to either side the ettin-drake breathed streams of flame into the space where Greivanhal was materializing. It could not materialize properly if something else occupied that space, so by filling that space with elemental magic she was slowing it from entering reality! She seen someone racing to the front of the castle to try and counter and tried to stop them, but she could not redirect enough fire there to stop it from becoming solid long enough for them to cross over into reality. A gigantic sea serpent slammed into Meredith and Maribeth, knocking them onto their back temporarily. Naga's scales were pale baby blue with a pastel cyan underbelly. She lurched forward using two almost wing-like multi-jointed giant fins at her sides. Her entire body was covered with fins of various sizes, most with sharp bony points. Her body was as thick as the dragon's torso, which meant her head was several times bigger than either of theirs.
Riding the back of Naga's neck was her accomplice Alamia, in a new humanoid form that allowed her to help Occult with his misdeeds more easily. It looked like she was wearing a hoodie at first, but the hood was not clothing. Attached firmly to her forehead, it dipped as low as her brow in the middle before forming two large loops and moving back to her neck where it was again attached- a modified cobra crest. The underside was an explosion of pale orange and pink, while the back side matched the rest of her skin- albino white. There was several piercings along the rim of her crest, which was already lined with fleshy thorns. Her face was human but her iris were a glowing pink from mana exposure and she did not have ears, just ear holes since her crest fused to her head about where the ears would be normally anyway. She grinned wickedly as her lower jaw split into two, revealing her long narrow tongue and four tremendously long fangs that laid down when her mouth was closed. Her skin was a mix between human flesh and snake scales, having diamond-shaped indentations along her flesh as false scales. She was nude, and lacked any and all body hair- even peach fuzz on the backs of her arms was absent. Her torso was abnormally long and very flexible and she sported an extraordinarily long tail.
The platinum dragon surprised them with how quickly she rolled back to her feet and swung her tail- tipped with several three-pointed bone plates, making it a painful maul- and she smashed Naga in the side of the head with it, sending her tumbling to the street side. Alamia jumped to Maribeth's head at the moment of impact, and grabbed onto the horn, yanking her head back, and then bit into the exposed underside of her throat. Meredith nearly skewered her on her horn, and Alamia was forced to switch heads, grabbing Meredith's horn instead. She did not have a great grip nor any balance though, and Meredith whipped her head back throwing Alamia, just as Naga recovered and was going to try and bite them. Alamia slammed into Naga's open mouth, causing it to reflexively close, and she started choking on the smaller reptile. Taking the opportunity the twin dragon smashed her club tail down on Naga's head, slamming it into the street and forcing her to bite down on Alamia, hurting her and winding her. Lucky for them most serpents have no chewing teeth.
Meredith and Maribeth wrapped their necks around either side of Naga and bit her throat, preventing her from moving, though she did still manage to spit out Alamia, who was terribly dazed and sore. Naga swung her huge body back and forth, and swatted the dragon with her huge fore-fins. Alamia staggered to her feet with a hateful glare, seeing her chance since the dragon was preoccupied with trying to pin Naga. Before she could gather herself and move she hissed loudly in pain as Lizabeth appeared behind her, and lanced her tail with the black horn staff- pinning it to the ground. Though it had been several hundreds of years since they seen each other, Liz simply exchanged a nod with her twin headed sister. In an explosion of magic, the glowing pink of Alamia and Naga's iris burned out and the mental manipulations on them was broken. Their altered bodies exploded into pale mist, dropping their original human bodies to the ground. They tried to cover their nudity, looking around terribly confused. They could remember everything they did in their altered state but it seemed like a dream to them, not actual events. That meant they had not really been fully conscious for three years now! Occult offered them power, and technically delivered, but the price was their forced service to him.
The platinum dragon smiled at the autumn dragon and took on a single-headed human form, with one eye of either colour from her true heads. Liz laughed and used her magic to form a copy of her own cloak for her little sister to wear for the time being. Naga and Alamia were just pedestrians now, revealed as just two more victims of Occult's trickery. Lizabeth was getting worried about Arcane's absence from the scene, and decided she better go into Greivanhal to try and help James and look for Arcane.
III : Tit for Tat
Mel took some time to get to the correct tower, though she moved quickly. Greivanhal was a huge castle and the fact it was phasing into reality did not help things- occasionally the light of a blue sky day would flash in through the windows from the real world and change the atmosphere. Thanks to James she knew the harp of mind was at the peak of this tower. Lizabeth always had her suspicions that Occult would find a way to use the harp for evil, but could not act against him openly back then. Mel had experience with the harp and its sister instrument, the harp of body. Under the sleeve of her left arm she wore the Vambrace Of Bent Will, another bone relic born from the same God's corpse, with a more generalized power similar to the harp of mind...which prevented her from being affected by it as long as she wore the vambrace. It was used against her and her friends long ago, but had backfired and helped defeat the one who used it, thanks to the lingering soul of the God it was made from.
Mel felt the familiar tingle flow through her body she now knew quite well as magic. It felt like nothing else, and was very hard to feel at all as it was subtle- most of what you felt was tingling, sometimes a shiver, and gentle muscle convulsions as the magic passed through the physical tissue. She did not slow down, knowing whatever it was, was only going to make it harder to reach the top. Because of how dangerous it was, and the fact Harm is now reborn anyway- Mel had no reservations about cutting the strings of the harp, and silencing it forever.
When Mel's nipples almost instantly went to rock hard stiffness she almost stopped to roll her eyes. What an odd punishment to use on her, she had more than enough experience with breast expansion, did Harm really think this would be her bane? Her tits were once such colossal walls of flesh that she nearly exploded an entire room outward from pressure and crushed herself to death. She survived that, but Harm thinks it will stop her now? Though, she did have to go up stairs, which was already wearing on her knees. The steps were pretty tall, forcing her to lift her legs quite a bit, which was difficult to do quickly and this tower was quite tall.
Her already pleasant handful mounds of flesh started to plump up. Because the growth was spread evenly through the flesh of her breasts there was no particular pressure, but the growth was still plenty noticeable. For one, her nipples would remain rock hard as long as the magic was inside her breasts, and secondly her breasts jiggled more and tugged downward harder with added weight. She needed to keep her bra for as long as possible so the weight was shifted to her shoulders and closer to her centre of balance. She reached one of the tower floors which was just a small square room since the tower was not very wide at all. There was windows on all sides, but all the view told her was she still had a long way to go. Going by how high she was over the regular castle roof, there was probably four more of these levels to go, all linked by stairs that turned five times each before reaching another level. There was nothing in the room really- some empty crates and barrels, most of which were crumbling from age. Everything was covered with a fine dust from eons of neglect. The wood of the floors and stairs was as hard as the cobbled stone of the actual tower walls- likely petrified from age.
Her breasts went from handfuls to the size of large oranges, to melons, then to small exercise balls. At that point, with each heavy step they heaved forward. Their weight moved more than they did, as her bra was cutting into them pretty hard at this point. The clasp in the back was starting to soften and bend from pressure and Mel was leaning forward now to try and keep force off of the clasp to help its survival. She was wearing a form fitting sweater, and already rolled it up the front and let it rest on the upper curve of her rack. Both to air her girls out so she didn't sweat her ass off climbing these stairs, and because she didn't want them getting trapped as she outgrew it.
Mel walked past the second level before the bra snapped loudly and the force of the jiggly tits actually catapulted its remains out a window- since the old castle windows did not have glass in them. Mel had to grab the stone wall to prevent the heaving boobs from yanking her down, and was able to straighten herself once they settled into place. She forced herself to only glance down at the familiar sight of her upper breasts, now easily in her field of view from their size. Though now unchained by the bra they hung much lower from their weight. As Mel knew from past experience, magic grown breasts held their form against the will of gravity, to be impossibly well shaped. This was because everything was sized up, not just the physical breast but also its structural integrity and stamina against downward force. Mel had to lean way back, and then look down over her hills to continue- trying to keep her centre of gravity. The larger her breasts got, the harder it would be to recover if she lost her balance. She loved the feeling of huge boobs swinging below her when she bent over, but now was not the time to enjoy herself.
Harm hummed in thought, watching her with his mind's eye from the top of the tower. He knew she would not be harmed from this punishment- that was the point. Any ill-doing she took part of did not warrant any pain, so he did not deal any. But he was not expecting her to resist so much either. This was not her dimension, not her fight.
The small of her back hurt badly, forcing her to pause at the third level as she arrived. She stopped several steps before, so she could turn and actually lay her tits on the floor itself. They plopped down heavily, jiggling like jello mountains as they sent up a huge cloud of dust from the impact. They were so big around that they prevented her from reaching straight forward- overlapping the path of her arms. As she caught her breath and let her back recover a little, Mel had to fight the urge to put her head down- because her huge breasts would instantly be the worlds best pillows, and were plenty big enough for her to rest her own head in. If she pulled up on their fronts she could bend them to suck her own nipples too probably, but she had to keep her mind on the task at hand. After all she had been through in the past, there was no way she would let this stop her. Harm's choice of punishment actually made her more determined if anything- Mel was the boob master!
It was in her pause she noticed though that she had a prickly feeling on her lower gut, and her nipples were no longer erect. Her breasts stopped growing! She gently scratched herself down low, but the flesh was starting to get more sensitive much more quickly, the magic had definitely moved. Her fingertips recognized the shape and stiff rubbery feel of nipples and immediately knew what was up- she had to hurry. Not that she wasn't already, but, now she had to hurry and strain herself as her weight was only increasing by the second. Her friend Viola had her breasts transform to be udder-like, and that was the first thing Mel thought of when she felt four nipples growing on her lower gut, just over her crotch. A cow's udder. It would actually help her centre of gravity, but it would also add weight...and if it was a full cow sized udder, that weight would be immense.
The tingling was a bit like skin waking up after having circulation cut, but in this instance it was new nerves coming to life that hadn't even existed before. The skin down there relaxed, becoming much more soft and pink. The nipples started as stiff nubs as the area around them bulged. It was not a perfectly round projection, udders have a delicate seam-like depression that runs down the middle, and since hers was quite taught from just being created, the groove was more pronounced. It quickly jut from her crotch like two human boobs tightly pressed together. The small nub nipples grew to be long fat nipples now as well. Her pants had to be undone because of how low on her body it was, and she had planned to keep it like that but quickly realized she had to ditch her pants and panties entirely- the weight of the udder was causing it to press down on her clothing harder and harder. And that was extremely sensitive flesh.
Bigger and heavier it swung below her, causing her to pause after every single step, waiting for her mammaries to stop swinging before taking another step. Once the udder grew large enough it sat against her inner thighs, putting the weight of the swings between her legs. The nipples grew still a bit longer, being about thumb-length and fattened quite a bit more into bloated cow teats, begging to be sucked. As the udder bulged still larger, hugely thick milk veins projected from her lower gut trailing onto the udder. The flesh of the reverse-side actually connected to her pussy causing the udder to tug on it whenever it swung forward. By the time she passed the next level, her udder was the same size as both her enhanced boobs put together and she had to step with her legs far apart to allow it any space at all. She could feel tight chambers within whenever they swung, so it wasn't much surprise when beads of white formed on the teats.
Her udder continued to grow, now projecting forward almost as far as her breasts, while also occupying the space between her legs all the way down to her knees, and now surpassing it. Even the teats were so fat and swollen with hot thick milk that they swung with a completely different rhythm than the udder itself. Mel only got up about five steps before it was way too much for her to carry. Never giving up, she managed to roll herself to face her slew of ever-jiggling tits back downstairs, with her ass on the step. One at a time, she half-lifted half-slid herself up the steps one at a time. Dragging the extremely sensitive mass of her ever growing udder up the edge of the steps was painful, but at least it allowed her to continue. At this point she doubted she could stand up at all with its weight, never mind walk up steps. If she didn't keep progressing she would become so heavy she would end up falling through the stairs and gutting the entire tower on the way down like a bright pink wrecking ball.
Whenever the edge of a step pressed along the underside of her udder, the flesh pulled tight over her entire crotch causing her to moan as her pussy was tugged, and the added pressure on her to-capacity teats caused them to trickle milk. She was really getting worried as the udder just continued to bloat unhindered. It was so colossal now that it threatened to yank her down the stairs. Even resting as much as she could on the step and her lap, there was so much fat flesh that enough of it still hung over unsupported that it was pulling her in a dangerous direction. Her wrists hurt like hell now too, as her arms were doing the majority of the lifting using this method, but she couldn't think of any other way up. She was so happy she almost started crying when she finally reached the very top of the tower, and seen the harp in the middle of the room. She rolled onto her side heavily, feeling her tits slap the floor and then bounce off each other. Even when she was stationary, it seemed like they never stopped wobbling around.
Now, she seen Harm himself in his reborn form. He was too large to fit properly inside of the tower, so he was coiled around the outside of it. He had been resting on the very peak but moved down to the windows of the top floor to meet her. Harm's new body was like a draconic-like reptile, about the size of a truck. His neck was fairly long but his tail looked like it had more mass than his actual body, it was muscular and insanely long, and what he used to cling to the tower with. He had a hundred crystal shards of every colour that ran the length of his spine and tail like spikes, but did not actually contact his body. They were hovering about an inch over his flesh, magnetically locked in place. His body was pale grey speckled near-black with increasing density toward his back. His many fangs and claws all appeared to be made of prismatic, polished crystal as well, a trait he had in his original body. He had a slightly triangular head, with five eyes- two smaller eyes in the front that seen what was in front of him, two larger eyes that seen the ebb and flow of magic, and a large eye in the middle of his flat forehead that was blind to the world but seen beyond the fabric of reality.
The two stared at each other for over a minute. Plenty long enough for Mel to notice her udder finally stopped growing. It felt like she had a smooth rubber beanbag chair between her legs, filled with a few gallons of milk. She rolled over onto her back, sitting up slightly propped on a wall. Her huge breasts covered nearly her entire torso and her udder took over where they stopped, and matched the entire length of her legs, while her teats dripped milk slowly unable to contain it all. Harm squirmed his way into the room, reaching across and slicing the strings of the harp with his crystal talons, silencing its music forever.
Harm had accomplished her task for her. Mel would not be able to return to their universe till Liz got back to her after dealing with Occult, but that was true regardless- even if Mel's body was unchanged she still needed Liz to fold dimensional barriers. Harm rest himself on the floor beside her, feeling the warmth radiating off her supple skin. His tail remained outside though, not having the room to fit. His bulky neck had very soft skin on the underside, and from small holes across its surface he played music for her. The holes on his throat could replicate the sound of a flute exactly. Harm had grown fond of Mel through their brief encounters- she had a determined spirit that even all his magic could not shake.
IV : At Odds With Evens
Occult looked around at the modern buildings bending and breaking from the dimensional merging. Bleeding red runes danced in the area around him forming circles, and circles around circles, all orbiting him or each other like a galaxy of magic. He seen a man and a woman walking quickly toward him, obviously thinking they might somehow stand a chance against him. He chuckled and motioned toward them as the runic arrays around him paused and a pillar of negative light blasted between him and the couple.
Erul and Tabi both held out their hands and the pillar of negative light collided with an unseen barrier around them, spread out a bit before dissolving entirely.
The sky overhead quickly darkened as a massive billowing black cloud spiralled out, becoming bigger and bigger. Rain started to drop from the eye of the spiral opposed to the actual clouds it was made of, and Erul and Tabi immediately knew what they were up against. The fabric of reality seemed to split open, releasing still more rain as a gigantic eye opened in the sky. The rain was tears dropping from across the surface of the giant eye! From the black hole that was its pupil, a very long rope fell down all the way to the ground. Tied in a noose, it wrapped around the neck of a woman hanging limp in it, her makeup running from tears and she wore a funeral cowl and wedding dress at the same time. There was a hollow in her lower gut through the dress and a large trail of blood down the dress from it. This is the Even, Woe The Brokenhearted, avatar of sadness and despair. It's body was entirely made from nanites, the very machines that gave Tabi and Erul their powers!
Woe slowly drifted toward them as the tears started to crystallize as they fell. Tabi was quick to use her powers to pull a car in front of them as a shield as the crystal shards coalesced into a lance and flew at them. The car stopped it just barely- the tip of the lance stuck several inches out the bottom of the car, looking right at them. Erul jumped to the side, forming a sphere of unfathomable heat, vaporizing any tears that came near him, and slammed it into the ground. Woe was ready to block an attack from him, but was unable to tell what he was trying to do. The water in the sewage pipes below the street flash-vaporized causing them to explode violently, ripping the entire street apart under her and tearing into her with several shards of twisted hot metal and broken cement. Woe did not seem phased by it, and her body started to slowly regenerate immediately. She was not technically a living being- her true self was already long dead, this was more like a digital ghost of herself. She would never rest till the entire world was made to feel her sadness.
Dissolving and remaking the bits of shattered road on an atomic level, Woe cast it back at Erul as long strands of barbed wire, entangling him and twisting tight till it cut into his flesh, though the thickness of his coat protected him a bit. The wires pulled him toward the hole in the street which had changed and twisted internally to look like the multi-rowed jaws of a lamprey threatening to grind him to bits. Tabi rushed out from cover and clapped her hands forward, sending several glowing-hot shards of metal from the car toward Woe like bullets. She could not move quickly, so most hit their mark, cutting into her and burning her internally. The eye needed to move for Woe to move, her body at the end of the noose was limp and her feet did not even touch the ground. The air became rancid as the tears changed chemical composition and ignited, to start raining fire on the area. It was then Tabi realized some of the metal she yanked from the car haphazardly caused its fuel to leak out, which now ignited preventing her from using it as cover anymore. She rushed to Erul and super-heated the area around a hand so cut through the barbed wire with heat alone, breaking him free.
Meredith in human form quickly appeared, and used her affinity to fire to shield the two from the burning rain from the heavenly eye. The direction of the flames changed once they got close enough to the ground and started to spiral, creating a sphere around the area of solid flames. It was a temporary solution- since the fire would start to devour the oxygen inside of the sphere, suffocating them if they did not end this before then. Huge pipes ripped from the ground, twisted and jagged from being ripped out so suddenly, and formed into claw like shapes as they lashed around at all three of Woe's opponents now.
Meredith nodded, and motioned to follow her as she lunged toward Woe. All the huge metal claws turned toward the dragon to skewer her, and Aden used a spell to knock the moisture off the ground and water remnants in the pipe to freeze all of them together in one mass. Meredith swiped at the ice snapping off one of the jagged icicles and tossing it straight into Woe's head, lancing it. Aden used his magic to pick up Meredith and hurtle her at Woe! She used her elemental affinity again to draw the huge concentration of flames around them toward her hand, and projected it straight at Woe. The Even raised both hands and concentrated to deflect it, needing to use her full power to shield it from such a close range. A massive shock wave of powerful static exploded through the area, seeming to kill all sound momentarily as it passed over everyone. Woe's eyes went wide as she glanced back in the last moments she had. She seen Tabi, using her power to draw in electrical energy from several power lines, and Erul with an amplifier spinning just over his open hand, having been made from car parts. They made an EMP- all their nanites were temporarily paralysed- which meant so were Woe's. Her powers died instantly and Meredith's attack slammed into her, rammed her against the street and burned her away.
As Meredith caught her breath, the others surveyed the damage. The road was glowing hot around the corpse, and most of Woe was completely burned away into nothing, all that remained was her charred hands and feet. There was still the burned rope in the air, and the eye in the sky though. The only way to kill an Even is to annihilate every single nanite, which is like ripping someone apart on a molecular level. This level of damage would take her a very long time to recover from, so no one had to worry about her interference for a long while. For now at least, Woe is defeated.
V : Frot With Peril
James was not doing well in his return trip to Greivanhal. As an actual mage from eons past he had the ability to ward magic, but it only worked against so much, and in order to get to the others he had to knowingly put himself into harms way. Even that was proving to have no payoff though- he had passed through mana currents three times already thinking he found someone only to find no one there. Because Greivanhal was phasing into the real world, the spacial energies were all over the place, so he was seeing the actual spiritual power of those people- just not in the place he thought he did.
When he had a stubborn erection he knew it was time to give up on the wards, Occult's curse was already in, because there was nothing arousing about his situation. He spent thousands of years here in Greivanhal being tortured, this was the last place he wanted to be. Not only was the erection not going away, it was borderline painful- his glans turning purple from too much blood trying to force its way in. He kept flinching and pulling the waist of his pants away to check on it, and it wasn't looking great. The veins bulged all the way up the shaft and veins he didn't even know he had before became visible from their bloated size, even over the surface of his balls which themselves started to look a bit swollen. If Occult actually felt hate for anyone, it would be Duke James Mathews, so he wouldn't put it past him to just outright over-inflate his dick till it literally exploded.
James passed the huge balcony and destroyed stone bridge to the Splintered Tower, where the Sea Witch Unduela used to live before being set free. It was then he heard the approaching sound of horse hooves! The gay Centaur Clyde was one of Arcane's few minions, and the only ally on this side aside from an Alraune in the castle's greenhouse on the opposite end. Being trapped here for so long, there was no people to have a relationship with, so out of sheer loneliness Clyde and James had an...awkward relationship. James was completely straight, but is convinced Clyde humped the bisexuality into him. Either way, James was glad to see him now.
Clyde said he had been looking for the others, but had not found anyone- the castle was giant and they had all split up to better their odds of getting away. James could tell he had been running around by the glistening moisture on his fine horse pelt. Horses had sweat glands just like humans did after all, and he was half of both. He was extremely fit, taking to weight lifting and running as his only real pass times trapped eternally in the castle grounds. Where his huge slightly veiny human abs left off, his massive tight equine pectorals took over. With every movement the muscles twitched and flexed under the tight skin. James tried to ignore the chubby scrunched up dick slowly emerging from the thick black sheath, but it seemed that was also why Clyde was here.
Having found no one else, Arcane told Clyde that James would need help fighting back Occult's curse. Clyde was to help James relieve some of the tension till Arcane arrived and dispelled it entirely so they could continue unhindered. James was tiny compared to Clyde, who was a bit taller than him in his horse half alone- the human portion added another four and a half feet onto that. James was reluctant, but the pulsing tension in his groin told him he better do it and follow Arcane's lead- he did not want to see what the final result of this curse was. Knowing full well there was no way for James to take Clyde into him, they got into a position for it anyway- a favourite sexual position for the centaur.
James got his pants off and bent over, bracing himself with his hands on Clyde's front legs. It did not take Clyde's pure black cock to swing itself to full length and work the soft folds of skin taught. The base flexed, causing it to rock back and forth till it was a full and proper erection, slapping up between James' balls and against the underside of his own shaft. Clyde couldn't enter him without annihilating his internal organs- but he could frot with him just fine. James was shocked as he looked down and seen his dick and balls were much bigger than they should be already, but sighed in relief at the sensation of the still much larger penis rubbing against it, and holding his scrotum up at the same time. Clyde's cock was three times as thick as James' even in its expanded state, and longer than the Duke's entire torso. It was glossy looking once pulled completely tight, so smooth stiff and hot against James, who seemed little more than a toy to the much larger male.
Clyde's balls were large enough that without actually touching James, he could still feel the motion of them through the air as they swung back and forth. James was leaking pre almost constantly, providing more than ample lube, but after nearly seven minutes of increasingly quick and aggressive thrusts, Clyde reached climax before him somehow. It was likely part of the curse- James felt tons of pleasure but never got any closer to climax, so there was no way of relieving it. His dick and balls continued to grow as well, though very slowly. Clyde's legs buckled from the pleasure and he had to lay down quickly or risk of falling on top of James, which would absolutely crush him. Clyde weighed over nine hundred pounds of muscle. James tried to get out from under him entirely but couldn't in time, only managing to turn over so his dick still rested against Clyde's, but now underside to underside. Clyde chuckled an apology as he caught his breath and went to stand again, but found he could not. It felt like something was tethered to his mid-thighs, but when he looked he seen nothing there.
James ground his dick into Clyde's, half out of desperation from how horny he is, and half to see if he could still squirm out from under him, but he could not. They were trapped in this position. Waves of stiff agonizing pleasure squirmed up from deep inside James along his swollen taint and into his dick and balls as they rubbed against Clyde's shaft. The huge equine phallus was no longer fully erect, but it wasn't entirely soft either, taking a rubbery half-erect state. With a groan and an involuntary powerful thrust, James' balls bloated tremendously, becoming only a few inches smaller than Clyde's. The two sets of balls were lined up perfectly, rolling against each other, Clyde's rolled around in the relaxed scrotum while James' was pulled taught from the sudden growth.
James' heart skipped a beat when he squirmed around trying to see if he could pop his dick out to the side of the equine shaft to maybe settle his lust a bit, but the equine shaft tugged slightly to the side along with it, before settling back. It was like the two were linked together somehow. When Clyde himself tried to stand, struggling against the invisible bonds on his legs, James was able to see they were in fact linked. The huge equine scrotum lifted, and pulled up James' balls as well- the two scrotum were fused together! The shiny black flesh of the stallion scrotum was started to seep onto James' sack, and it took little more than Clyde lowering himself down fully again to join them completely. The two sets of balls touched- internally. The scrotum were completely fused, so all four balls were essentially just in one really big sack. The mid-point on James' shaft also seemed to be conjoined to the larger dick. The growth pulses continued to surge out from James, forcing his bigger and bigger dick tighter and tighter against the equine phallus, causing them to fuse more wholly. Once the base of the dicks were joined, the two were pulled together more tightly, before growth caused it to push them back again. Not nearly as fast as James' cock, Clyde's penis was also growing now as well, reaching his front legs now.
Though the human glans were still totally separate, where the urethral bulge was, was now just the urethra of the other dick, having been completely consumed all the way up the shaft. He was completely drunk with the pleasure, as his dick had fused with Clyde enough that he also completely felt Clyde's genitals as well, but still he could not climax. The glans stretched as she shaft sunk deeper into the dark flesh, and finally he grew and merged into Clyde completely. Their groins both linked to the base of a single cock, and a huge scrotum with four now equally huge balls. They took turns rising and falling, rubbing against one another in the bloated sack, but none released. Clyde's muscles flexed and twitched with the pleasure now as well without release, sharing James' curse, and in his automatic struggles broke the tethers holding them down!
When he stood, he lifted James along with him, dangling from his crotch. The skin was thick enough that it did not hurt- if anything the tugging felt good. The balls seemed to be growing still as they shifted around endlessly, causing them to press in and around James' feet, drawing his legs up toward them due to how he hung from the underside. He was hypnotized by the ceaseless pleasure and the sight of the colossal dick- now so large Clyde could bend down and grab the head of it, as it surpassed his front legs by almost a foot now. It also developed a light pink patch near the middle of the shaft- likely what was left of the mass consumed from James' own penis.
Still the growing pulses continued, now ending in the joined phallus, but it did not grow anymore. It had already reached its maximum size, and the veins were throbbing violently with the pulses still trying to force their way in. James' eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to concentrate on nothing but the pleasure, trying to force himself to orgasm against the curses wishes. Both of them groaned as it felt like the cock might explode from pressure, and it sort of did, but not in a way either of them expected. Having no where else to go, the pleasurable growth pulses exploded backward into James' body! His entire body was filled with pleasure and seemed to swell with growth, allowing his back to rest on the ground even though his groin was still fused to the shared penis.
He was unable to see himself, that only his torso swelled and lengthened, his arms did not- and his legs were nearly consumed into the soft flesh of the mega scrotum. The balls continued to grow and sink from their weight as the mass stolen from the legs was shifted. With the tremendous pressure contained in the dual sets of balls and prostates, a urethral bulge swelled into existence on James' lower gut, forcing its way up higher on his body. His body continued to grow, stretching into a new shape as the mass from his arms were consumed into the new shaft. His head swelled up into a huge glans, losing all former facial features and discarding all his hair quickly. The urethral bulge finally forced its way up to where his throat used to be and linked with its remnants. As soon as the complete passage was formed, both sets of balls yanked up to the body, fighting each other for space- and both massive shafts exploded into orgasm finally as they squeezed against each other from pressure.
It was like someone smashed off two fire hydrant caps- the ground was completely painted white in seconds. Both were horse shafts with overly flared human shaped glans and slightly projected urethra. Clyde now stood there on trembling legs in the wake of a huge orgasm, with two giant dicks in two conjoined sheaths, in front of four giant balls. James could still feel pleasure, but that was his only sensory input at all at this point, he was turned completely into a dick! Not to mention both dicks and balls were way too large for Clyde to move around properly, so even though he was technically untethered, he wasn't going to be moving around much or helping anyone in this state.
VI : Thinking With The Wrong Head
Ken hurried through the castle, trying to see if there was a way out. If he jumped off the castle grounds at the right moment he would land in the city streets in reality. If he jumped off at the wrong time he would fall into an infinitely looping ocean. He could just wait for the castle to phase into reality completely and casually walk out but even he knew that was sort of too late, plus his throbbing erection told him the curse was already present in him, so what he really needed to find was Arcane and have her undo that and then just teleport him back out.
He turned at the huge balcony on the far right side of the castle. There was a stone bridge that lead out to a beacon tower- he knew there was a portal rune in there but Ken was unaware the rune could be used on its own without the others, so he turned with the balcony and ignored the tower. When he turned northward he seen the greenhouse. It was shaped like a monstrously gigantic bird cage, with the pillars holding it up being the bars, with glass filling the spaces in between. The greenhouse was tended only by Arcane so it was less dreary looking than most of Greivanhal, with fine frost-like etching at the edges of the glass, and the insides filled to the brim with flowers and vines crawling all the way up the inside of the pillars. The entire thing was as big as a three floor house!
Ken sighed, being in similar situations before at this point. He looked around but Arcane was the only living thing around that he could see. He found his way to one of four benches in the centre of the huge balcony area and pulled his pants down- it wasn't like she hadn't already seen his dick before, and then some. It was incredibly sensitive, and did not take him long to orgasm, also prompting him to explain that so she didn't think he was a one-pump chump. Like she cared either way.
There was nothing for a few seconds after, but then his entire body tensed up a bit and the feeling collected into his spine as a strong tingling, causing him to squirm. His tailbone rapidly started to lengthen into a fleshy tail, but continued to grow longer and longer. The muscles in it squirmed involuntarily, causing it to lash about without his control. It grew as long as his legs, then continued to grow as it wrapped around the bench, and then again a second time! As it grew longer the base grew thicker, causing his lower back to raise a bit from the muscle tissue bulking up there, and his taint extended onto the base of the tail's underside, as his anus was now on the tail portion itself! Once it stopped he was able to control it properly.
Ken practices moving the tail around for a bit, before turning his attention back to his dick which was still very much erect. His orgasm did not relieve it at all. With a shrug, he moved his tail up and wrapped the narrow end around his dick and masturbated himself with the new appendage. He came just as strong as the first time, but felt something else inside. A moment after he stopped a third orgasm hit even stronger, and his cock let out a near constant stream of cum. His dick fattened up and the definition of the shaft deepened abnormally. A human dick's shaft was made of three cylinders, the urethral bulge and then the two parts that make up the main body- which are essentially blood sponges. A new indentation ran down the middle on either side, and down the back, and deepened as each section bloated. He could feel new sets of muscle as they convulsed in his dick as it continued to blast cum out. In a moment, he went from one to three streams of cum as the head of his penis split into three, and the groove divided all the way to the base, leaving him with three cocks instead of one as his orgasm finally died down. Well, this was an unfortunately familiar sight for him as well. At this point he was on all fours in front of the bench, having fallen off from the assault of pleasure.
The orgasm finished but he could clearly feel the change was not. The flesh at their base bulked up and his scrotum's flesh thickened as well, till his three dicks had a large sheath to warm their base. His top central cock started to bloat up like a balloon, becoming massively thick while the two lower penis stretched out, gaining in length greatly. As the middle dick fattened even more, the glans were stretched almost flat with the shaft itself and the underside of the shaft was covered with hundreds of small bumps. Dark veins pulsed at the base as more blood was forced in, and the bumps extended out into a forest of flesh thorns! The middle dick was like a football sized cock, shaped more like a butt plug than any dick he had seen- but that was because he never seen a Griffon penis...till now. The other two phallus lost definition as they stretched and became more pink. The glans stretched as well till they were lost entirely on the shaft which now took some familiar curves. Extremely long and pink, about as thick as his wrist at the base, as long as he was tall, and tapered end. He could bend and move them around a bit by will. He now had two whale penis and a griffon dick. His scrotum had become very long like a bulls as his balls expanded, and a third grew into existence- giving him an odd asymmetrical look with one ball resting between the original.
Ken groaned long, not wanting to push this any farther, but not really seeing any options either. He didn't even have enough hands! Which one did he masturbate?! He folded his tail under himself, pushing up against his balls and wrapped it around the griffon cock. As soon as he started masturbating this time he could feel changes start to happen. His body's defences against the magic were already weak from what already happened so there was less and less resistance.
With dull pops his spine lurched every few seconds as new vertebrae were added to it, making him longer and longer. His stomach area lengthened mostly, but he could feel the muscle tissue snake its way all the way to the back of his head as his neck lengthened as well- seemingly a continuation of the snake portion. He rolled onto his side and bent his now much longer and flexible body to grab one whale cock with his hands, and slid the other into his mouth which could now easily reach on its own. Now with all three dicks tended, a fourth huge testicle was created, and he could feel his ears getting longer. The muscle in his legs bulked up tremendously, stretching his skin and causing veins to bulge. The lower portion started to stretch and shift, keeping the shin area relatively unchanged but the bones of the ankle and onward grew larger, and the multitude of bones within the foot all started to meld together and simplify. A fifth testicle appeared, stretching the scrotum out and causing it to hang higher simply from being overfilled. The top of his legs stopped growing more muscular finally as the length of his legs stopped growing at about three times the length of his body before it started to change- he had the legs of a small giraffe! He reached another orgasm, and all three cocks blasted an equal amount of cum.
Now with five huge balls he did not even pause after his last orgasm, though he traded which whale cock he held in his hand and mouth. His tongue had started to grow longer and more narrow as well, so he slid it down his urethra and started to sound himself with it while sucking with his mouth. He wouldn't even be able to stand up properly at this point even if he wanted to stop. His giraffe thighs did not bend enough for him to stand on two legs correctly and they were so much longer than his arms that he couldn't even get himself up onto them. A sixth testicle appeared as he continued to moan, now thrusting a bit involuntarily. His hips popped and expanded massively as his skin seemed to bubble up and fold over on itself as it thickened, giving him the massive armour-skinned ass of a rhinoceros! His tail was pins and needles as thousands of small quills rose from the flesh- the beginnings of feathers. He thought his pectoral muscles were bulking up for a moment, before noticing his nipples were way too erect- he was starting to grow boobs! A seventh testicle grew in, stretching his sack very tight. The lumpy mass was constantly squirming with activity.
His arms started to stretch and fill with sinuous muscle and the bones in his hand grew and shifted around as even his fingers grew tremendously. When his breasts grew large enough to start swinging around he felt the second pair of boobs starting to grow under them when they collided. The now long quills all over his tail started to burst open releasing the bristles of new born feathers- massive dark brown feathers of some unknown avian, turning his very large and long tail into a gigantic fan. The creation of the feathers down the entire length though forced him to release his centre cock. To make up for it, he released the other two and moved them to rub the central dick with his whale dicks, while the tips of them rubbed against the side of his now melon sized boobs. The weight of his torso increased still more as a third set of breasts started to grow. The more his arms stretched and changed, the more the skin was also stretched out along it, pulling it incredibly taught as his arms became huge dragonic wings, webbed with veiny flesh membrane. He came explosively yet again from all three cocks when his eighth and final testicle appeared, bloating his scrotum still farther.
His nose started to darken and become cold, his teeth stretched into fangs and his face started to stretch as his skull made muffled popping sounds from shifting. A shadow of fur started to grow over his body, giving him a fine dark brown pelt to match the feathers, with white leaf-shaped marks all over. His underbelly and six breasts remained bare flesh. His top breasts were the size of watermelons, the middle were the size of melons, and the bottom were pert handfuls. Only when he shook his head from all the changes that he noticed his ears never really stopped growing, and they were one of the first things to START changing. Now easily over three feet in length and obviously far too long for him to be able to hold up. His face completed its change, looking like a type of dog, with insanely long rabbit ears. As the magic dulled in the rest of his body, what was left seemed to draw up through him spiralling into his forehead as a bone spur worked its way up through the skin. It very quickly increased in size, growing into a titanic forward arc that made it very hard to hold his head up. It was lightly ribbed and narrow like a blade- a kirin's horn.
Ken was about to use some colourful language but quickly realized he no longer had human vocal chords. He didn't know what animals voice box he had, he was only able to make high pitched yips and sounds almost like whistling.
By the time he looked back at Ken, he was running toward the greenhouse. It was very hard to run in this form, even the dragon wings were shorter than the giraffe legs which put his ass and tail high in the air, and the giraffe legs were much stronger limbs for land travel. He might be able to fly, but now wasn't a great time to be testing maybes. Occult darted after him quickly, confirming Ken's guess. He took on Arcane's form and landed in his way to the greenhouse- he was very deliberately blocking the way there, because he had no control inside of it. He barely made it inside before Occult got there and was repelled, even though the doorway was open. The giant image of a phoenix flashed across the glass- Arcane's mark, warding Occult from entering her quite space.
A huge flower bud in the centre of it all opened a bit from all the commotion to see what was going on. A very young looking woman peeked out over the petals. Her eyes were like sapphires- they had no whites, the iris took up her entire eyes! She wasn't just in the flower, the flower was a part of her body, as were most of the flowers and vines in the greenhouse. Ambrosia is an Alraune- one of Arcane's minions. And as soon as she seen Ken's predicament she timidly offered her help.
VII : Bulking For The Fight
Chleo walked quickly through narrow halls leading from the music room in the castle's west wing ground floor, and came out into the huge balcony at the north west corner of the castle- directly opposite of where her son is at the time. Her ears immediately popped and she had to pinch her nose and force a yawn to equalize the pressure again. Because the castle was phasing into reality the air pressure was wildly different in the two realities, causing it to shift erratically. She also felt a wave of wooziness though that was not from the shift- Occult's curse may have found her. But at least Chleo had also found was she was looking for- an active portal rune on the ground in the Court Of Roses. The magic made her body very faintly tingle, and some of her energy drained away causing her to feel a bit lethargic. She also felt quite hungry but that only made sense for all the running around she was doing since she last ate.
As Chleo reached the rune and took one last look around to see if she could spot anyone else from the open area of the Court Of Roses, she noticed her clothing was getting a little clingy. Sure enough, her breasts were bigger than they should be, and so was her butt. With a huff, she jumped through the rune and came out in an unstable office building! She was in the top floor of a very tall building, but the other half of the building was completely gone thanks to the castle phasing in and out where it had previously been! She could see the sky and occasionally Greivanhal from where she was inside the building, through the gaping hole. With the entire building cut in half down the middle, the remaining half was creaking and wobbling when the castle blinked in and out. It could collapse at any minute, and the elevator had been in the middle so it was inoperable. She had to get out of here fast, and the only way was the stairs on the side.
Her body felt stiff and sluggish, a really weird sensation. She both felt bloated but also increasingly hungry like having been hollowed out- a bit of a contradiction. Her breasts and ass were still growing, and when she shifted her top around and released the hooks in her bra, she noticed her hands and fingers were looking a bit puffy as well! It wasn't specifically her butt and boobs- she was gaining weight, and thanks to her genetics that is just the first two places it gets sent. Chleo started down the stairs but almost immediately had to use the railing to steady herself. Her body was getting harder to move around, and weighing more and more. Bad for getting down several floors worth of stairs safely, and even worse in a building that could barely hold itself up. Her stomach started to soften and fatten up, and was visible under her shirt, which was now completely filled by her tits. Her breasts were so bloated with fat now that they stretched and held up her shirt so it only covered her boobs and nothing else. She had to unzip her pants to keep the waist from cutting into her because of her big rounding ass, which was starting to bounce with her steps as well. She never felt her ass bounce before.
By the time she got to the next floor down and started heading to the next, she had gone beyond pudgy. Her arms and legs were plump now and her ass quaked with her heavy steps down the stairs. She felt like she was being blown up like a balloon and, in a way she was. The fat did not sag because it was stretching out the skin from its rapid growth- so it was taught and very bouncy. The huge curve of her ass was starting to forcibly slide her pants down, while her panties only seemed to wedge themselves on even more. Once it got going, her stomach caught up to her breasts fairly quickly and helped steady the tits so they didn't wobble every time she so much as took a breath. Also trying to compete with her thickening arms, her shirt started to rip down the back, no longer able to contain all of her.
Her neck and even her face and lips started to puff up like she was having an allergic reaction to dealing with Occult's bullshit. She descended down past another floor, but she still had a very long way to go, and her ass was now fully out of the back of her pants. Her legs were tremendously stiff now and the circulation wasn't great either from how tightly her pants now fit. Her thighs were at least twice as big around as they were supposed to be. Even her shoes were tight from her feet fattening up. It was so much effort just to move around her pace slowed to a crawl. The fat was so insulating, it was like being tightly wrapped in something warm and soft and wore at her willpower. Still more pressure seethed from inside of her while her core felt emptier and hungrier. She was glad everyone else had evacuated the building long ago, or she might try to eat them.
She took one step too quickly and had to grab the railing with both arms to steady herself- her jiggling fat wobbled front to back threatening to yank her forward or back off the stairs with its weight. As soon as she bent her arms to grab the railing the sleeves burst, and when she stood up straight in surprise the back of her shirt ripped the rest of the way down and her breasts heaved free of their confines, pillowing out to almost double their size. She couldn't even see past them! Her breasts were so big and round, and held up by her now huge gut that she could not see any of the stairs! Chleo groaned and bent over a second, trying to lower her massive hills enough to get an idea where the stairs were, but her body took that as a hint to shift the growth downward a bit more. Her gut rounded out bigger and bigger, and her ass rounded out and thickened as the bloated fat went all the way around by now. Her pants blew a seam at the mid-point of her thighs and that triggered a cascade of ripping that removed her pants entirely. From face all the way to the tips of her toes she looked overstuffed. So round, jiggly and so very heavy. Her panties were still on but they were dug so deep into the fat you couldn't even see most of them. Her neck had grown so fat she couldn't even really bend her head down anymore- not that she would see anything past her boobs anyway.
She stopped at the next platform where the stairs turned and fell onto her ass heavily, her legs unable to take her own weight anymore. They really felt like they were going to snap. For a moment she felt like a water balloon, the impact of her sitting sent massive waves up her bloated body and caused a chain reaction of jiggling and wobbling all over herself that seemed to take forever to settle back in place. Her body was so fat now it started to lose all definition, making her seem more like a blob. Her swollen leg fat spread over the ground and her gigantic stomach eclipsed her lap. Between the fat on her sides and how swollen around her arms were she couldn't even lower her arms completely anymore, they were just sort of suspended at her sides. Her fingers were so fat she could only bend them partially. If she was a balloon she was quickly approaching capacity.
Her neck continued to thicken and form new folds, making it seem to disappear into her torso's curve. Chleo knew she was in big trouble. Not only was she in a building that could come down at any moment, but she was completely immobile. She couldn't even move her hands properly! She couldn't even roll over, she was literally stuck like this. Her face was so bloated it was hard to even breath, and it felt like her true self was just floating, or more accurately drowning in an ocean of fat. They had been stretched out, but even still her areola looked like pin-pricks compared to the rest of her colossal boobs. The curve of them kept being forced farther up and toward her face making it even harder to breath. She was going to drown in her own fat!
Chleo heard her son's voice though, and a voice she did not know as Ken and Ambrosia arrived through the portal. The flower bloom she slept in folded back to form a half-skirt of radiant pink petals. Her body looked human, but the backside of it was covered in single branches, looking like giant wooden thorns. Her skin twisted and became gnarled as it spiralled into each branch, making them look like they were formed from her skin, opposed to sticking out of her skin. They started on the back side of her lower arms and covered her entire back, but did not continue onto her legs. There was veins of green in her stomach looking like ornamental filigree in her flesh, and collected down to her pussy which was plump and green, with a pink bud clit wedged between the lips. She had a long tail that quickly faded to green from her normal flesh tone, and the backside of the tail was covered with short fat stems tipped with golden tear shaped fruit. Ambrosia's hair was to her breasts and straight but wild, full of thin vines blooming with hundreds of tiny purple flowers. She had big breasts and her nipples were oddly the same colour as the rest of her skin- she had no areola. Alraune were born from the bodily fluids of executed men and women saturating the ground, and while they are incapable of feeling or understanding love, they were otherwise entirely human.
Chleo could barely hear them over the commotion outside with the castle and the fighting in the streets. She could not see properly from inside her fat cocoon, but she did smell honey, and her angrily growling stomach took it from there. Ambrosia had offered her one of the fruit off her tail, and as soon as she ate it, Chleo could feel the magic dispel from her body. It also purged her forced hunger though, so it was difficult for her to keep eating as Ambrosia gave her another fruit, and then another. Each one Chleo ate ironically reduced her weight drastically, as it purged the curse from her. But Ambrosia was no Arcane- each fruit only had so much power, so it took several. Ambrosia saved one in particular at the end of her tail for an emergency, which was so bloated by now that it was starting to bend over and threatening to drag on the ground- being about the size of a small pumpkin. Ken had found the clothing scraps on the way down and was quick to give them to Chleo- trying to minimize the amount of time he seen his mother nude. He explained how Ambrosia is a vassal of Arcane from the Greivanhal greenhouse and helped get rid of his curse as well. Being able to use magic from outside the pocket realm Arcane was trapped in- she also broke Arcane herself out, but Arcane was preoccupied as one would expect fighting Occult back as best she could.
Ambrosia produced a thin thread-like vine from her mouth and chipped off a needle-like splinter from one of her branches and used them to do a quick mend-job on Chleo's clothing. It took a bit of doing to escape Greivanhal, but it was looking like everyone was making their way out of harms way for now. But no one had any idea what to do about Occult still. He was literally unkillable, and more powerful than anyone. They escaped immediate danger, but had no way of stopping Occult from just making more endlessly.
VIII : Perfect Occult
Aden hardened his brow and charge forward, collecting magical energy in his hands. He used his momentum to hasten the gathering of mana and thrust forward to command a wave of energy straight at Occult! Even Aden wasn't expecting such a big result- he underestimated how magic-saturated everything was now. A massive pillar of pure power flew forward and ripped right through Occult, disintegrating his left arm, the entire left side of his torso, and even cut a trench down the road behind him. Blood spilled out of Occult like a broken faucet.
Gore and viscera exploded from the wound stretching it farther and ripping the rest of his body apart as it spread and expanded outward. Far more of it spilled out than the body could have possibly contained and filled the streets, rising high up and starting to twist and form limbs of a much greater size.
His gigantic claws smashed into the sides of high rise buildings and pushed them over to make room. Black bile bubbled up from between muscle sinew to harden into dragon flesh and birthed scales already tainted with death and rot. His wings blacked out the entire visible sky and rained blood from the tattered holes in their membrane. Each talon on his feet was nearly seven feet tall, never mind its length. He stood on his wings as his front limbs and his tail lashed around toppling dozens of buildings in only a minutes time. His black dragon head towered high above anything, its searing eyes the only light in the sky now, his iris churned black orange and yellow as if it were made of molten rock. His jaw was made of five multi-jointed segments that ran the entire length of his very long neck, connecting around his collar bone. When he opened his mouth the lower half of his neck was stretched out as a dense membrane between the claw-like jaw segments, allowing his mouth to stretch half as high as some of the sky scrapers he tossed aside like toys to make room for himself.
A wall of white and blue flames exploded from Occult's mouth down the four lane street, melting the sides of buildings as it passed down, tapering off ten blocks down. Aden appeared in the sky at the same moment, as Lizabeth got there just in time to teleport him. Meredith surrounded him with a hot up-draft to keep him aloft high in the air, making him very hard for Occult to spot...since he was as big as a speck of dust to him. Erul and Tabi appeared on either side from adjacent streets, and used all the shattered steel garters from the building frames to form huge lances and attack Occult's legs and feet. Aden used his altitude to his advantage and formed a huge spear of condensed ice from the moisture in the air and projected himself downward like a rocket, straight at Occult's spine. Aden slammed half the entire seven foot long spear into the black dragon's backside, and managed to make him twitch, slightly. Occult lifted his wings and beat them once. The air pressure against the ground was so tremendous and concentrated between buildings that cars and trucks were tossed up into the air, and any humans caught in the burst like Erul and Tabi were tossed twenty feet or more, like someone dropping a heavy book beside a sheet of loose paper.
Lizabeth used her affinity to earth to call down cosmic debris and as soon as they became visible in the sky, her little sister engulfed them in white-hot flame. They hit Occult hard enough to tear still more holes in his wings, and tear rifts in his hide as well, causing him to grumble. The tissue knit itself back together like macabre tapestry, without so much as a thought from Occult. He is not a physical entity, this was only an avatar of him, even if they completely obliterated his entire body- he didn't actually need a body to do anything! Best case scenario they temporarily tire him enough that his rampage gets delayed a hour or so. There was no stopping him. You cannot kill what was never alive in the first place! Occult turned and spit toward Liz, and a tiny ultra-condensed pin-thick beam of light lanced through her heart. It took her a moment to even realize the damage, but she was bleeding internally now and her heart was off-beat- its chambers were depressurizing. Using the claws on the crook of his wing he slammed Meredith into the ground, and would have crushed her but she used her fire attunement to sear right through his flesh- escaping the other side of his claws from between the exposed bone. Again, the wound closed without any effort on his part. Liz managed to heal herself, using the multiverse to find and copy versions of her heart that were not wounded and fold them into this version of herself.
A wave of flames exploded across the entire sky, collecting just over Occult into the body of a Phoenix- Arcane's avatar. The forever burning feathers across its body were made up of flames of every known colour. She slammed into Occult's back, lacerating his thick scales with molten-hot talons. He smashed her apart against his back with his tail, but the flames just regathered and reformed her. Lizabeth whistled loudly to get the attention of the others and signalled for them to disperse. They needed to find the rest of their group and get them to safety still. Arcane could not stop Occult and Occult could not stop Arcane- as long as they were directly fighting each other neither would make any progress. The best thing everyone else could do right now is get the hell out of the blast zone...which was at least fifteen blocks minimum. This city was likely going to be entirely levelled within a couple of hours at best. But this was only the start. They needed a plan.
IX : Hurt Delicately
Sahara raced toward the back of the castle, where Occult had placed the cursed dice. She grabbed a claymore from one of the ornamental suits of armour inside Greivanhal so she was now armed. The rear walkway and balconies were smaller than the ones on the front and sides, mostly because in the north east corner began the huge stairs that lead down to the Sea Of Woe below. There was a large boathouse and docks down there from when it connected to an ocean that actually went somewhere. The Sea Of Woe looped infinitely so getting away by water was impossible, but one of the portal runes was in the boathouse, so that was her escape route. She found the die floating three feet off the ground and glowing brightly. It was still spinning so it was deciding the next curse to send out when Sahara smashed the claymore down through it, slamming it against the ground and shattering it into a million tiny shards, ending the curses.
As soon as she went to run to the stairs leading down to the docks, a figure appeared from thin air before her. He looked like a formally dressed human, except for one demon horn, the fact his eyes were black with gold iris, and the hole in his chest you could clearly see his beating black heart through. She had never met him before but Duke Mathews warned her of him- the demon Beuus. After possessing a living human body he became able to travel freely in the mortal realm. Sahara wasted no time staggering her stance and swinging the claymore at him from the side with both arms. Beuus just smiled as the blade turned to liquid metal where it contacted him and dripped away, leaving her holding a partially melted half-sword.
Hot wax started to bubble up between the stone blocks below her feet, and when she tried to move her feet stuck to it, tripping her into the growing pool of thick white. The more she tried to get up, the further around her the wax smeared and hardened to her. Beuus grabbed her left breast aggressively, turning his hand to twist it a bit before releasing it, revealing that both her shirt and bra had vanished where his hand touched! Using his other hand he trailed two fingers from her collar down her entire body, causing the clothing to dissolve along the way till he reached her pussy, and hooked his fingers around her clit a moment, before pulling back and licking the fingers off. Without warning he slammed his palm into her upper gut knocking the air out of her and causing the rest of her clothes to explode off her as a coloured mist, and he placed his other hand over her mouth and nose preventing her from breathing in again. He smiled at her struggles for several agonizingly long seconds before removing his hand and allowing her to breath again. Her vision had been turning blue from lack of oxygen.
Lizabeth appeared quickly from behind him and was going to cast a spell at his back, but being a demon he could sense her power without actually seeing her. His attack was unseen but Lizabeth could sense the wave of force from his outward stretched hand and moved out of the way in time. It hit the ground behind her with enough force to chip the stone blocks and shake the pathway. Before he could gather himself for another though, she slashed him across the gut with the end of her black horn staff. Lizabeth left herself open to make sure she landed the attack though, and he slammed her in the chest with an open palm and right into another mass of searing hot wax, trapping her as well.
He turned back to Sahara who was still desperately trying to break out of the wax, and he flicked his blood down at the ground. The wax lifted up, forming shapes and links in the air all around her, and before she could comprehend what it was becoming she found her face hovering just over Beuus' blood which had formed into a mat of razor sharp needle-like spikes of blood iron. The wax formed into a complex series of chains, connecting to Sahara's wrists and hands which were cocooned together in hardened wax themselves, behind her back. Cogs and chains made of hard wax turned and twisted around her, and she quickly caught on that she was in control of how far she was suspended in the air- the closer to her back she pulled her arms the higher she lifted from the spikes. Below the spikes a curving mat of wax formed though as the contraption was apparently not yet complete.
At the other end of the quarter circle of wax a pillar with a rounded end formed, with small bumps down the front of it. Once complete, the amount of force she applied to the chain caused the quarter circle to turn, so either the mat of spikes was under her, or the pillar. It was not a pillar at all, it was a vastly oversized dildo! The bumps were lined up so they would hit her clit on the way down, but there was no way it could fit inside of her anyway, it was huge! She tried her best to work the balance so she was between the two- with the end of the dildo resting firmly against her pussy at an angle but not enough that her weight was going down on it, nor was she over the spikes- but the balance was very hard to keep. Her nipples became rock hard suddenly as she felt magic enter her body- and her breasts slowly started to grow. The distraction was nearly fatal, causing her to let her arms go back and she almost swung her face into the spikes! She knew the danger though, she was still in big trouble. If her breasts continued to grow- no matter how slowly- their weight would increase, pulling her down harder, either on spikes or a dildo that would surely rip her in half. Crueler still, the spikes is what she landed on if she relaxed her arms, and her arms could only take so much before they gave out, which meant she would end up on the spikes eventually no matter what.
Lizabeth took on her true form as the autumn dragon, shattering her wax bonds easily with this body. She hooked her talons in the stone cracks below and catapulted herself straight at Beuus. A barrier of seven long and sharp black iron bars shot out of the ground and slammed into her neck, deflecting her fangs from him at the last moment. He was disappointed when there was no blood- the bottom half of her neck was covered in thick armour plate scales, so the sharp bars did no more than scratch their surface. Liz breathed a stream of searing hot sand, going through the bars and wrapping around Beuus' feet quickly. To counter her before she was able to use her element he released a wave of molten hot breath and melted the sand, manipulating it with his own magic to form a bident made of crude glass.
Meanwhile Sahara's breasts were about the size of volleyballs now and swinging up and down violently as she shifted her weight around trying to spare herself. The dildo was now pushing against her powerfully, and since the end was rounded it was squirming its way in with a bit of pain. Because the alternative was being impaled on spikes, she had to endure this.
Beuus let out a heavy and long sigh.
Beuus threw up his arms halfheartedly in defeat, and his wax torture device broke apart. Sahara let out a shrill half moan half scream as the chains holding her up let go and dropped her full weight onto the dildo, smashing another two and a half inches into her like a battering ram. Her entire body froze up in fear of shoving even more of the gigantic phallus in herself. Her breasts quickly returned to their normal size, and the dildo below her heated up and returned to a molten state as she fell through it, groaning loudly as her pussy finally relaxed and let the searing wax out of her. With a brief scowl toward Lizabeth, Beuus took Jezebel's arm aggressively and the two of them vanished.
X : The Absolution To Our Problem
With the curse die no more, everyone who had been gathered for the sealing team, or from other universe to help the cause all united at the front of Greivanhal. No portals were necessary- the castle was fully materialized in this world now. Hills of shattered glass and jagged, half melted steel beams surround the castle grounds. The huge front steps once lead down to a cobble road through grassy planes. Then they lead into the abyss of an endlessly looping ocean trapped in a Land Beyond Dreams. Now, they lead down to a collapsed street, littered in ruins and mauled vehicles. Jezebel, Beuus, Meredith, Maribeth, Lizabeth, Aden, Ken, Violet, Lilac, Chleo, Duke James Mathews, Sahara, Naga, Alamia, Harm, Clyde, Ambrosia and Arcane, all standing quietly on the stairs, waiting. It was all they could do. Nothing they did or said at this point would make a difference.
Occult stood at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed, in the form of Ulysses. Lizabeth stood at the halfway stair, facing him with her black horn staff in hand of her human form. She challenged him to a fight. Knowing she could never win in strength she challenged him instead to wit, knowing his ego would not allow him to overlook it. If nothing else, he wasn't destroying other things while he was here with her. Liz told Arcane to stand near Occult at the top, to make sure he didn't try to cheat, though whispered an apology into her ear. Arcane wanted to ask what she was sorry for, but figured it did not matter right now and just agreed.
Lizabeth was allowed the first move, and threw a ball of freezing energy at Occult. There was two ways he could counter that, electricity or flames. Occult fired a beam of light energy at it, melting the ice mid-air, but then refracting off of it and the beads of water it was reduced to, splitting into dozens of beams fired straight at Liz. She was surprised and fell back on her default power of choice. Instead of moving she moved the beams, folding space around her in on itself, causing the beams to reverse on themselves when they got too close and cancelled each other out. That was a power even Occult and Arcane did not have, only Lizabeth knew how to do it and she wasn't about to tell anyone her secret. It was left to Occult to make the next move, so he slammed a palm into the ground and gravity reversed itself. Everyone was lifted off their feet and went some distance into the air before it tapered off and they hovered there.
Breathing a stream of sand and using magic to compress it into a sharp stone spire, Lizabeth launched it at Occult, not bothered by her altered position. He swatted it out of the air easily and the seven smaller stone shards made from it were sent right back at Lizabeth. He seemed pretty reserved, even for a battle that was meant to challenge wit more than anything. She was going to distort space so they appeared already embedded in his body, but they instead fired in several different directions all around her, one of which sliced her arm! He hadn't just reversed gravity, he distorted space! And because of the messed up gravity she wasn't able to regain her barrings!
She still knew her own location in space though, and launched her own body at him, appearing and disappearing several times as she hit spacial warps. In order for him to attack her properly, there needed to be at least one direct path between them though, and she found it. She already had a ball of power in her hand, and he formed one quickly to meet hers as she appeared just two feet from him and attacked. His of course cancelled hers easily, Occult's magic would always be stronger. Occult yanked his hand back quickly as Lizabeth was thrown down the steps and gravity returned to normal. Lizabeth's hand was hurt and bleeding, but she still smiled. Time seemed to slow as Occult yanked his hand away- at the centre of the energy in her hand was the dark blood ring! Occult taught her how to create it a day ago, a ring able to steal traits from anything. He did it to get rid of her, by setting up a situation in which she would become fused to someone else thanks to the ring. She kept the ring afterwards.
Arcane seen it at once, and between Liz apologizing just a few minutes ago, and the ring, Arcane knew her plan and lunged for the ring. With one hand Occult swung down, and up with the other. Arcane was yanked down into the stairs as the ring was tossed farther aloft, she could not be allowed to have it! Not all of Liz's otherworldly guests had revealed themselves however. A nine-tailed fox jumped over from behind Occult, who was too distracted to sense her, and she snatched the ring deftly from the air and landed on Arcane's back, dropping it by her hand.
Occult sliced her forearm completely in two to remove the ring, but it was too late, it had already been activated. The same trick Occult tried to use to get rid of Lizabeth- was his own undoing.
It felt like time had stopped entirely. They all felt a tremendous force pulling them inward toward the apex as all magical energy in their entire universe collapsed back on a single point. But no one actually moved, the force did not feel like it was moving. All the sound, all the feelings, all the commotion returned all at once, and a single being stood where there had been two. Its genderless form was gently hovering over the stairs, nude.
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Neither wolf ever thought they'd be putting away their weapons for good, but when the briefcase clicked shut… suddenly it was over. Now that their kids were both out of college and financially independent, it was time for the parents to take their empty nest and move it somewhere else, so they could spend the rest of their days in some much needed calm and peace, away from the usual hustle and bustle of the city… and especially as far away as they could be from their regular line of work. They couldn't complain about the pay, certainly not about the perks either, but there was something about professional bounty hunting as a profession that left them feeling like they should probably hang up their boots before they ended up turned to ash after they fell in an incinerator somewhere; it's not that they were getting old for the job, but their age was certainly beginning to be a factor, and it would only get worse as time went on.
Plus, with their daughter and son no longer needing to pay for rent and tuition, there really was no reason for Sonia and Sarnak to put their lives on the line for the extra money anymore; they had plenty saved up from their premarital and pre-parenting days to last them for the rest of their lives, and together with some smart investments, their collective bank account was fat enough that they could live a comfortably cushy existence without needing to worry about a single thing. Thus, as soon as their son made the last arrangements and finally moved out, there was no reason for the couple to stay there either, and within a couple of short months, they were en-route to their new home in the suburbs.
Frankly, it was everything they ever could've wanted, at least from the way it was presented by the real estate agent: far enough away from downtown that they wouldn't be interrupted by the cacophony of traffic, yet close enough to be easily accessible should the need arise; warm, friendly, welcoming neighbors, basically nothing of note happening apart from the occasional backyard barbeque, and above all, it was quiet. Physically so, in that there were enough trees around that most of the sound from outside the neighborhood was blocked and absorbed; the two wolves couldn't have asked for a better home.
The first few months after moving in were… strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, as both Sarnak and Sonia knew that adapting to a new life without their children living under their roof would necessarily involve a lot of changes, most of which they managed to ignore during the process of selling their apartment and finding a new place to live. Now that they were there however, the two ex-bounty hunters had to effectively create a brand new routine for themselves, one that didn't involve sharpening knives, cleaning firearm barrels and checking for explosives lying around whenever they turned a corner.
The paranoia would always be the last thing to go away, but it also served as a way of gauging when their adaptation to their new lifestyle had reached a new milestone; when they stopped checking under the seat during dinnertime, when they could go to the bathroom without automatically scanning every inch of every surface for bugs, that's when they knew that they'd finally reached a certain level of peace with themselves and the world. It would still take a while before the last habits died off (such as always sleeping with their backs to one another, just in case), but both of them were well underway, and enjoying every moment of it; besides, both of their kids occasionally dropped by to check in on how they were doing, so even the empty nest didn't necessarily feel that empty at the end of the day… just slightly unused.
On the other hand, suddenly dropping their entire profession and deciding to retire early left them both with a glut of free time that they didn't exactly know what to do with. Bounty hunting on the level they operated on had a knack for taking up most of their schedule, and it wouldn't be one or two times that they left several days' worth of dinners for the younger Sarnak and Seriah in the fridge before setting off on a "hunting" trip that would inevitably end with someone's head splattered against a wall; so, now that they didn't have to do any of the prep work or actual tracking, both Sonia and Sarnak Sr. had entire mornings and afternoons with absolutely nothing in their schedule, leaving them to try and find something, anything to help pass the time. And while Sarnak turned to what he knew best, and began flirting with the idea of hobbyist gunsmithing, Sonia went in an entirely different direction: cooking.
Truth be told, neither of the two wolves were particularly good at making their own meals. Even the stuff they prepared for in case they weren't in the home barely ranked above ready-to-heat, store-bought dinners… and, more often than not, tasted even worse, prompting the twins to surreptitiously replace them with take-out and then for the whole family to pretend that didn't happen. Seeing as their lives were quite physically active, plus the fact that they had a tendency to operate in less than legal operations in places without a lot of access to food, the couple had gotten used to subsisting off of MREs and whatever extra could be scavenged from the locals by throwing enough money at them; now that they had traded this life for a more peaceful existence in the suburbs, however, Sonia decided that it was high time for her to learn how to actually use most of the stuff that was in her kitchen… mostly because part of her had always wanted to be able to cook some proper meals for herself and her family, the tiny sliver of her mind that yearned for a life that didn't involve tracking and taking down people with a bounty on their head.
It was, above all things, further proof of normality that she even had the time to learn to cook to begin with, and it was precisely because of this that Sonia threw herself headfirst into it, taking all the passion she'd momentarily shelved after retiring from bounty hunting and directing all of it to the small fortune's worth of cooking guides and recipe books that she began amassing. Granted, it was a rocky enough start that even she wasn't certain whether she should be eating any of the things that came out of her pots and oven; the wolfess was somewhat certain that meat wasn't supposed to be charred black in just half an hour, nor were stews designed to completely dry up and have their constituent rice burn up and stick to the bottom of the pan when she wasn't looking. More than once, the two of them had to order take-out in order to even have a meal, but just as Sonia made sure to encourage Sarnak's newfound love for tinkering with firearms on a more technical level, so too did Sarnak stand by his mate's decision to learn how to tame the wild beast that was her culinary ability, even if it did mean going for a while still without proper home cooking.
Both of them saw it as an investment of sorts, in that if they just endured a couple of weeks of poor results, then surely they would be rewarded with some fantastic dishes down the line, the kind of stuff that they could happily show their neighbors whenever they decided to organize a potluck… or anything, really. The couple was still somewhat suspicious of why the rest of the neighborhood never really interacted with them, though given the sort of looks they received on the street, it was likely that at least part of their life history had become common knowledge in their vicinity, presumably prompting everyone to walk on eggshells around them.
This, too, served as yet another reason for Sonia to keep learning how to cook: perhaps, if she just put enough effort into it, she'd be capable of organizing a get-together where everyone in the neighborhood could show up and the two wolves could show folks around them that they were… well, not harmless, but certainly not liable to lose their minds and start shooting everyone there. After all, bounty hunting was a task that required precision, and did not tolerate wanton destruction.
But, as with all things, progress did not come without some degree of sacrifice. Over the course of their many years working as bounty hunters, both Sonia and Sarnak prided themselves on keeping their bodies in top shape; it wasn't for nothing that they were consistently ranked amongst the best operatives available for hire, a reputation the two worked overtime to attain and maintain. This became especially important for Sonia after maternity, where her suddenly developing a set of rather accentuated curves was initially something she didn't know how to handle, doubly so for the issue of lactation in the first months of each pregnancy; still, with hard work and dedication, she turned her new motherly figure into something that was usually described in online circles with a four-letter acronym, a fact that not only was the wolfess endlessly proud of, but also served as a constant stressor for Sarnak, who very much had to fight against his impulses whenever the two of them had the slightest moment of rest on an assignment and his mate immediately decided to start teasing him with her rather skintight selection of outfits.
Now that the two of them had retired however, especially with the lack of any workout regimen, Sonia's body had noticeably softened over the course of their stay in the new house, and while this had certainly helped to contribute to making her ass and thighs even more noticeable than before, it was enough of a change that she had to take notice… but not one that she necessarily wanted to do anything about. After all, whenever she got up in the morning and walked to the bathroom, what she saw in the mirror wasn't fat: it was the perfect amount of pudge around her belly, just enough for her (or Sarnak) to hold onto, melting down into a plump butt and a wonderfully soft pair of legs; hell, some of it had even settled on her bust too, bringing a slight blush to her face whenever she noticed the slightest of change.
And while this sort of extra weight might've spelled doom for her if she were still a bounty hunter out in the field, there in the suburbs it was not only perfectly acceptable, but perhaps… desirable. She could, after all, afford to gain some weight without having to worry about the consequences, and given the way her mate had been looking at her recently, it was clear that the wolf was hungry for a thicker set of curves, even if he refused to admit it himself; plus, the reason why that pudge was even there to begin with was all that culinary experimentation that Sonia went through every day, so it all tied together in the end: she tried to get better at cooking, coincidentally snacked on whatever she was eating or whatever else happened to be on hand, and maybe made a bit more than strictly necessary for two mouths. She went back to the couple's bedroom, the two of them explored her curves some, and she woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, restored, and ready to add a little ounce or two; rinse and repeat.
It was perhaps a dangerous mindset to be in, considering the contrast between her former lifestyle and this new, sedentary existence the two of them were carving out, but frankly, after so many years spent out in the desert tracking down terrorists in caves or prowling the urban jungles for criminal ringleaders with more henchmen than sense of decency, she'd earned the extra bit of fat. Besides, it did look good on her, and it was nothing if not proof positive that she was getting better at the whole cooking thing; why else would she be eating so much, if not for her culinary skills improving to the point where it was actually worth snacking on the very things she was preparing?
Long gone were the days where the wolfess would look down at whatever was on the cutting board and wonder if it was supposed to look the way it did, or stare down at a pot and consider whether it'd be too dangerous to consume what looked to be a semi-solid, syrupy slop that was supposed to be a stew… and long gone were the days where she had any sort of self-restraint when it came to occasionally nibbling on a little something here and a little something there. Back during the couple's working days, which by that point felt like they'd taken place years, rather than just months before, the two of them had to keep to a very strict regimen in just about every aspect of their lives: habit was inevitable, and thus it was paramount for them to make sure that whatever they grew used to doing would serve to feed into their ability to do their job properly; this is how they ended up unconsciously cleaning firearms whenever they weren't doing anything, or adjusting bits and pieces of their gear to check for any damage, or even just getting down and doing some push-ups to pass the time.
Back then, it had served to both keep them in shape to better perform their duties and ensured that their equipment was always ready to be used at a minimal rate of malfunction… but now, in a more civilian setting, new habits would necessarily have to form, and while Sarnak was busy trying to ignore that fact by tinkering away at his personal projects in the garage, Sonia had decided, perhaps not entirely of her own volition, that all this energy she had should be transferred to a newfound love of eating, with cooking being the necessary secondary requirement.
It used to be that the idea of getting up in the middle of the night to grab a snack from the fridge would be unthinkable to her; the pregnancy had already done enough "damage" to her figure that she couldn't allow herself to grow even curvier, lest it genuinely start affecting her ability to get into and out of tight spots, plus the wolfess knew full well that the moment she started to get sloppy with her diet, it'd be an endless downward slope. But here, in the relative safety of the 'burbs, there were no insurgents ready to shoot at them from behind rocks, no gangbangers trying to riddle them with bullets if they took a wrong turn, no searchlights attempting to locate them so that a few mortars could make mincemeat out of them; rather, it was just herself, her pantry, and all the delicious goodies that she either baked herself or took to purchasing whenever she went out shopping for groceries: cookies, mostly, but also small pastries, the occasional cake, and plenty of sugary treats whenever she found them on sale, creating a cabinet of confectionery that was hers and hers alone, and one that Sonia made very good and frequent use of. Be it by nibbling on a packet of cookies while watching television in the living room, taking bites out of a box of donuts while preparing a meal, or just outright getting up from bed to have a slice of cake and a glass of soda, it was a brand new habit that the wolfess was incredibly excited and eager to indulge in.
The consequences for this were obvious, though not necessarily in any rush to make themselves known. Like a frog in a pot, both wolves were blissfully unaware of the gradual, weeks-long change that took hold of Sonia's body, even if Sarnak occasionally had reached something resembling a realization when the two of them were in bed and he happened to grab enough flab to wonder why there was so much of it; then again, a moment later, he would always end up having his face smothered in something warm, soft and furred, and the concerns would vanish into the heavenly marshmallow he found himself enveloped by.
At the end of the day, the wolfess wasn't doing anything special; it wasn't as if she was deliberately gorging herself and trying to get fat, but rather her habits and way of going about things changed just enough to start tipping her towards the other end of the scale, and with no hobbies to help burn off calories, nor any intention of mediating her caloric intake, Sonia slowly started to put on weight at a slow, but consistent rate. It took a while before she truly took note of it in a way that actually mattered; every day she'd technically see the changes, maybe even feel them when she used her hands to rub body wash over herself in the shower, or when trying to put on clothes only to find them tighter than before. But while the wolfess was intellectually aware of what was happening to her, emotionally speaking there was a certain vested interest in pretending like things were perfectly fine and she needn't worry about anything; after all, she was still just as healthy as before, and wasn't the point of retiring and finding a house for themselves in the suburbs to enjoy life to an extent?
To give up the concerns of their bounty hunting career and appreciate the simpler aspects of a more homely existence… such as being able to eat proper food whenever they damn well wanted, rather than being forced to hydrate something that had been sitting on a shelf for two years and then pretend like it wasn't the worst kind of crap they'd ever put in their bodies. Frankly, the more she thought about it, the more Sonia became convinced that her eating the way she did was better than the constant supply of MREs and dehydrated foodstuffs that used to make up the majority of her and Sarnak's diet, because at least her cooking actually tasted properly and didn't go through them in record time; not to mention, the better she got at actual cooking and baking, the less money she had to spend on buying sweets and treats for herself without having to sacrifice the actual volume of them.
Rather than buying an overpriced packet of cookies that wouldn't last more than fifteen minutes once she opened it, Sonia could just bake a couple of full trays of them for the same price and end up enjoying them far more and for a longer amount of time. Rather than an investment in cakes, all that was needed was some dough and assorted ingredients, and even the light bill for using the oven wouldn't add up to the price of just purchasing the finished product… plus, it always tasted better whenever she made, whenever she added her little twists to it to make it hers, and if it tasted better, then clearly it was supposed to be eaten with even more enthusiasm, thus creating a perpetual need for even more confectionery. It was almost impressive how much Sonia alone managed to empty out her pantry; Sarnak didn't have nearly as much of a sweet tooth as his wife, leaving most of the job up to the wolfess, for whom, as far as she cared, this only meant that she had more for herself. Perhaps most alarmingly, this newfound, ravenous need for treats extended not just to sugary treats, but to regular food as well, especially once Sonia became good enough at managing her cooking station that she could make multiple meals at the same time.
The decision to start doing so didn't come easily, but rather as a result of Sonia one day catching herself taking bites out of the very food that she was cooking for dinner, then realizing that she probably shouldn't be taking vital ingredients out of the mix if she didn't want to ruin the end result. Even something as simple as a couple of potatoes or a few strips of chicken might very well ruin the whole broth, to say nothing of those occasions where she was puzzled at how the amount of fries that came out of the frying pan was significantly lower than the amount she initially put in; it was a slightly embarrassing realization to make, but at least it helped her direct that hunger of hers towards pastries rather than whatever was in the pot at any given time… though this did lead to the small issue of all the sugar ruining her taste when she needed it the most, thus creating a completely different problem.
The solution was simple: just cook a second meal, a smaller one that she could prepare in a single pan in one of the smaller sections, and use that for snacks while she prepared the main course; this way, not only could the wolfess satisfy her need to nibble on something at any given time, but her palate wouldn't be overloaded by tastes that contrasted so heavily with what she was preparing, turning a massive problem into a perfect, serendipitous win-win! Obviously, this did lead to a significant increase in the amount of calories that Sonia consumed every day, which itself led to an even more rounded figure than before, but there was something about the way that she looked that made it so… easy, to just not care too much.
It was clear that she was getting fat, and quite a lot as well given the amount of clothes that she could no longer use properly, but the way all that extra pudge settled on her, giving her a significantly wider set of hips, a plumper butt, thicker thighs, even a couple of cup sizes to go with the obvious belly she had begun to sling out in front of her, all contributed to add to her beauty… at least in the couple's eyes, and Sarnak's fingertips in particular. They'd both lost count of the amount of times the wolf walked into the kitchen-slash-dining room and found Sonia was preparing something in the middle of the afternoon, wearing nothing but an apron that hugged her curves perfectly while keeping her entire back exposed to the world, practically begging for Sarnak to approach her and sink his hands into those fat cheeks of her… and so he would, unashamedly walking up to his mate, pressing his front against her back, then making sure she knew just what was on his mind whenever he rolled his hips close enough for the wolfess to feel his bulge rubbing against the cavernous crevice in between the two perfect orbs of soft flesh the wolf's hands vanished into.
The same could be said about their time in the bedroom, with all of the extra meat on Sonia's bones only spiking Sarnak's libido higher than the ridiculous heights it was already at, with the added bonus that the additional weight led to a whole lot of bedspring creaking and the occasional metallic clang signalling that one of the springs themselves had broken, something neither of them ever expected would be possible. And ultimately, this only fed into the same logic that helped Sonia get into the extra binging to begin with: the fact that it even happened at all was proof that the two of them had finally reached a point in their lives where they didn't need to always be paranoid, that they could now afford to let go a bit and lose their toned physiques, making each handful of flesh, every groan and moan, every dollar spent in ingredients, just more affirmation that this was the right way they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
It was oddly romantic in a way, and it just served to make it even tastier… in every sense of that word.
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Nothing could have indicated that day would be any different from any other. Everyone woke up whenever they usually did, everyone went to work or stayed home depending on whatever they were supposed to be doing, and everyone's daily routines were carried out in much the same way as before. It was one of those rare occasions where, no matter how hard anyone wanted to find something newsworthy to report on, there just wasn't anything there at all; perhaps in some far-off location they could fetch themselves an interesting story, but as far as those who lived in that city cared, things were just… the usual. This only made it extra surprising when the normality was shattered by the sudden disappearance of day, and the emergence of a night sky around noon.
One moment the sun shone upon them, its warmth filling their lives and pushing their living and workplaces perhaps a bit too much in one direction, just enough to begin justifying the use of air conditioning, and the next the clear blue sky was completely replaced by the blackness of space. It happened too quickly for the people directly underneath it to notice, but those lucky enough to be far enough away from the epicenter were able to see what could only be described as a tear in the middle of the air; like someone had taken a knife and dragged it across the very sky, it had been split open and pushed it apart to make room for something that looked more straight out of a deep space photograph than any sort of planetbound skyview. For a glorious few moments, the entire city's downtown area froze, all the souls within it staring upwards, not knowing whether to be terrified or mesmerized by what felt like a scene from a blockbuster movie; were they about to be invaded? Would aliens be coming through? Was this the mythical first contact that everyone had been dreaming of for decades?
Unbeknownst to this small collection of the world's population, theirs was not the only tear that had been opened. Indeed, all throughout the planet, mostly atop large metropolises but occasionally, and oddly enough, over vast woodland, hundreds of such openings appeared from seemingly nowhere, ripping open gashes across the local sky in such a way that they were perfectly visible even in the dead of night. As one, billions of souls collectively looked up, wondering what might be happening, and as one, they received their answers in due time when something began to pour through what were very clearly portals; or rather, somethings, as it quickly became clear that what they believed was one big mass were, in fact, countless smaller ones packed together so tightly as to appear like a single body.
No one really knew what those things were, but the sight of an uncountable amount of objects descending towards the surface of the planet at speeds high enough to start breaking the sound barrier triggered the exact same fight or flight response in everyone watching; and as one, billions of souls panicked as they ran towards the nearest shelter, hoping that perhaps their flimsy constructs of steel, glass and concrete would protect them against whatever onslaught was being wrought upon them.
They needn't worry though, for this supposed bombardment had nothing if not the best of intentions, so much so that its constituent units began to slow down almost immediately after first breaching through this new atmosphere. Those who yet remained outside, either out of a sense of inevitable doom or simply because they were curious enough to ignore that voice in their head telling them to run away, would see the masses spread out over an immense distance, each "pellet" that made it up deploying what looked to be some kind of large parachute-hat hybrid; these slowed down whatever those things were just enough that, once they began making contact with the first surface directly beneath them, they did so with such grace as to be basically inaudible.
This didn't exactly assuage anyone's fears, however. Yes, their infrastructure might've been spared some hypothetical alien bombardment, but the aliens were still there, and in numbers big enough to make it difficult to gauge just how many there were at all; it wasn't helped that, looking up, anyone could tell that even more were coming through the spacetime tears, though what no one could tell was that those portals in areas without sunlight had stopped producing seedlings, with most of the flow being directed to the lit areas of the planet. Seedlings, because that was exactly what those things were: clearly organic in nature and looking like a cross between a large seed and a bulbous pod, pulsating and throbbing rhythmically as if possessed of a heartbeat, it was clear that those objects had quite literally planted themselves on the Earth… but what awaited its population within them was still unknown.
There was a brief grace period where those who hadn't run for cover had some time to walk towards the nearest seedling pod and analyze it, together with the few brave ones who left their hiding places to inspect just what had taken place. Thousands, millions of such bulbs were falling from the sky, clearly intending to carpet the whole planet with brand new life, but would it be amenable to the one that already existed on Earth, or would it decide to choke out its residents in favour of itself? Whatever the case, the pods were very clearly ready to open up, judging from how much the things inside of them were pushing and kicking against their soft surface from within, and the sheer quantity of juices being spilled from each crack and seam.
The first bulbs opened to reveal their contents barely ten minutes after first landing, and those lucky enough to see what came out were, once again, split between whether to feel existential terror at what they were looking at and, oddly enough, being surprisingly aroused at the sight, for the pods didn't produce unfathomable monsters whose forms were too incomprehensible for a sane mind to perceive, but rather… plant-women? It was hard to put a label on them, but they were definitely possessed of the attributes one would associate with that moniker: curvaceous, bottom-heavy forms, their chests adorned with a pair of breasts that all seemed to be of above-average size, and a certain sense of softness about them that seemed invite those who laid eyes upon their forms to come closer, to give themselves to them, to enjoy them. Perhaps it was the way they looked, or maybe it was the cloud of mind-altering pheromones the pods also coincidentally produced on being opened, but whatever the case, the panic felt just minutes before quickly subsided, replaced by an intense amount of desire.
Apart from the more obviously sexual traits, the plant-things were quite alien in design. Though they had identifiable arms and legs, their bodies were also covered in large amounts of what looked to be vines and thick, viscous plaques that seemed to bend and break whenever any one of the creatures took a step. Their heads, too, were covered up in plates of varying shapes and sizes, like overgrowth had taken over their skulls, making it difficult to tell how they were able to walk around without bumping into anything, what with the lack of eyes and all. Still, they managed to move from place to place with unnerving ease, almost like they had everything mapped out in their heads, something they used to quickly find more people to introduce themselves to.
Despite the obvious danger that having the whole world coated in plant beings posed, not a single soul that actually saw them could make themselves act in order to stop it; like a switch had been flipped inside their heads, their fight-or-flight response had been subverted and inverted, leading to millions upon millions of previously-terrified individuals pouring out from wherever they had taken refuge in order to come meet their newest neighbors. After all, those plant things weren't attacking anyone, and they seemed to be incredibly friendly once people got close enough to them; they made odd chirping noises that just seemed to resonate perfectly with whoever heard them, and though their extendable vines were covered in a thick slime that appeared to be uncomfortable to the touch, it was actually extremely relaxing once enough of it was slathered onto enough skin. Soon, the first "volunteers" would be openly throwing themselves at the visitors, some merely hugging and snuggling them, others… not so much.
The amount of pheromones in the atmosphere had been steadily increasing from the moment the first portals opened, and now that the seedling pods opened to reveal their contents, their density skyrocketed to levels so high that not a single human alive anywhere near the entry points was in control of their own body. Their instincts, too, had been exploited for the greater cause of the plant beings, whatever that may be, and before long the first drinkers would emerge, those who rather than just hold onto their newest neighbors would outright force their mouths onto their breasts to drink deeply and greedily from whatever might lie within.
Nectar. Delicious, nutritious, just-sweet-enough nectar that flowed with the consistency of honey, yet melted far more easily as soon as it touched anyone's tongue, carrying with it not only an overpowering sugary taste, but enough of an addictive chemical cocktail to ensure that those who had merely a sip would forever be hooked to it. Though most people were reluctant at first to do something as seemingly insane as drink from the bosom of a species that they knew nothing about, this sort of thinking didn't last too long, not when the pheromones they were breathing in grew thicker and thicker, to the point where the clouds were just barely visible if one paid close enough attention. Within a single hour, every last sentient life on the planet, even that which hid away in the most remote areas of it, had their eyes go half-lidded; if they couldn't see a plantoid, they would turn towards the nearest concentration of them and start walking, instinctively knowing where to find them. Some would take days, but that was fine; in the end, everyone would receive their fill.
While they did, the planetary invaders were free to enact the next stage of their grand plan. The first wave of seedling pods were nothing if not the vanguard, designed to make the population of their target planet pliable and accepting of their new overlords; after all, it wouldn't do for them to just pick a new homeworld and then have to fight for dominance over it, not when they were already forced to leave their last one after that unfortunate incident with making the sun too bright. No, it was better for everyone involved to be nice and calm and willing to accept the plant beings as the new top dogs of the hierarchy, even if that did mean drugging everyone with incredibly addictive nectar; at least that way they wouldn't notice the next wave of visitors falling from the dimensional tears.
These were significantly larger than the ones that came first, and were already fully formed, with no need for a gestating pod to hatch from. In many respects, they were similar to the first wave of plantoids, being possessed of the same sort of feminine curves and assets, simply… bigger, in just about every respect. Not just in height, though they did tower over everyone around them, but in proportions as well; the first generation of seedling spawn were curvaceous, but they didn't all possess breasts big enough to cover the entirety of their chests, nor were they so stuffed with nectar that both teats dripped with gallons of it whenever they took a step. They were quite bottom-heavy, but didn't have hips wide enough to completely obliterate even double-wide doors, nor asscheeks so massive they could likely flatten a car just by sitting on it. The new generation of plant gals, however, had all of these things and more: some were gifted with pairs of breasts bigger than the rest of them, others had asses and thighs so plump they practically melted into one another, and they all, universally, were so full of their species' delicious nectar that everyone around them could hear it sloshing around inside their bodies.
The purpose of this new variant was made clear once they began to "distribute" their bounty. While the smaller plantoids were capable of lactating enough for two people to gulp down mouthful after mouthful, that was just about all they could do, and at times had to push people away in order to recharge; the bigger ones, however, had no such issues, and in fact seemed to welcome excess! They walked forward, holding their breasts between their hands and squeezing them with enough force to cause large jets of nectar to fly through the air, covering whole crowds in a thick layer of amber cream that just never seemed to dry up, inviting those it coated to take handfuls of it and shovel it into their throats. This created enough of a distraction for the second-generation plant giants to fulfill their true purpose: refilling their smaller brethren.
With the crowds of human placated and eagerly lapping at their own bodies for whatever meager scraps of nectar were still clinging onto them, the first-generation plantoids turned to face the nearest "caretaker" to them; with the ratio being a good ten-to-one, there was plenty of spare nectar to go around when it came to refilling whatever counted as stomachs for those things, and be it through directly guzzling down the streams pouring out of the enormous teats from which they spilled, or by having tentacles inject it directly into their bodies, the world was suddenly a much warmer place.
For once, everyone involved could appreciate some degree of pleasure, and as a result, the intensity of the mind-altering chemicals floating through the air in thickening clouds grew until everyone who took so much as whiff became unable to even fathom a world that didn't involve mindlessly devoting their whole lives to their plant overlords. As for the plantoids themselves, they were clearly enjoying being on the receiving end of the filling for once, and were anyone to remain with the ability to think for themselves, they would clearly see the smaller ones delighting themselves as their hands migrated to where their lower lips would be; meanwhile, their bigger sisters moaned and groaned loudly enough to rattle windows in their frames, eventually forgoing the use of their hands entirely and simply sprouting vast swarms of tentacles that each plugged a single breast, dumping industrial quantities of nectar into them.
While this happened, the second-generation plan giantesses began to take root, their feet cracking through the ground in search of nutrients far below; soon enough, the next stage of the plan would begin, when the very planet itself would be traversed by roots going miles and miles in the ground, providing the larger caretakers with the nourishment required to keep everyone else well-fed and ready to go at any point. Sure, this was exactly what had caused multiple different collapses on prior worlds, but surely this one blue marble was rich enough that they could squeeze it for longer than normal; maybe even a couple of millenia if they were lucky!
For the time being, however, the larger plantoids stopped providing their nectar and focused entirely on extracting as much bounty off the soil as they could, the initial infusion being by necessity much greater than the subsequent ones in order to allow them to grow to the size required. After all, with such a large population of sisters and subservient humans to feed, they needed to be substantially bigger than they were already, gifted with more size and productivity in order to ensure that their nectar would never run out, no matter how much strain was placed on them. To that end, the second-generation's physiology was uniquely tailored to immediately reprocess everything they absorbed from the soil and turn it into additional mass for themselves, triggering a transformative growth reaction that would only end after several days.
It was hard work growing, especially when they had to keep everyone fed at the same time, but just like they always did, the caretakers slowly morphed into bigger and more gigantic versions of themselves. Rooted in one spot permanently, they became places where their smaller attendants would congregate, occasionally budding to create pods where the smaller plant gals could place themselves and join in the collective rooting, that they too might benefit from this symbiotic relationship and grow along with their bigger sister. The human population, by that point entirely consumed by their need to obey whatever commands their own arousal gave them, thought nothing of this; they thought nothing of when they had to start drinking from vines, thought nothing of when the roots triggered the occasional quake, and thought nothing of when the sun was blotted out across large chunks of land when the giantess' leaves were opened wide above their heads.
And why should they? These plant gals were the absolute peak of perfection, with every inch of their bodies seemingly designed to titillate and entice, to let everyone know that if they weren't actively worshipping them, then their subjects were clearly doing something wrong. Over the course of those several days, they went from "merely" ten-foot amazons with absurd proportions to even more exaggerated, oversexualized sculptures of fertile perfection: wide hips, wider than entire city blocks, lined with pods where smaller plantoids resided and grew along with them, butts that provided the perfect amount of shade for those who chose to reside underneath them, as well as one hell of a show thanks to all the jiggling that came with each of the giantesses' motions. The biggest winners, however, were very clearly their breasts, as made perfect sense; their bosoms were the main producers and distributors of nectar, and given the sheer number of plant beings that now resided upon the Earth, there was a massive need for the addictive substance in order to keep their operation running.
Not a single second generation titan remained after a week whose tits weren't, at the very least, three times bigger than the rest of their body each, both of them positively stuffed with their sweet mannah to such a degree that waterfalls cascaded from their nipples at every minute of every hour of every day. Despite this, they never ran out; the nutrients gathered from the soil, along with the sunlight they processed into additional energy, ensured that their productivity continually grew until it reached a state of equilibrium, whereby their tits would reach their maximum capacity for their bodies' sizes… and yet keep on filling anyway, with the amount produced being equal to the amount leaking out into the world. Thousands upon thousands of gallons from every single nectar tank, splashing onto the ground over a hundred or so feet below, for the giantesses had truly lived up this descriptor, growing to loom over everything around them. And if they didn't, then whatever that was would simply have to go; easy enough to safely collapse buildings by using their root network to consume them from below.
Their forms were still somewhat variable in terms of volume, however, with those who were lucky enough to land on fertile land occasionally developing tits so ungodly massive as to nearly bury them completely underneath them, a select few being blessed with a truly insane amount of nectar productivity, leading to nectarfalls so powerful that the ground beneath them was left perpetually muddy. However, they would eventually stop growing; not because they had reached some kind of limit inherent to themselves (they had, after all, achieved greater heights on other worlds), but after reaching a state where they could maximize the length of their stay on the planet. Sure, they could keep deepening their roots until they broke into the mantle, sucking the Earth dry of whatever valuable resources it might have in an orgy of consumption, but that would mean having to move to another planet within a few short years, rather than enjoying a blissful, heavenlike existence for hundreds, potentially thousands of them! And besides, the transformations weren't yet complete; the first-generation plantoids still needed to grow properly.
While some of the smaller ones had bonded symbiotically with their bigger sisters, giving up the ability to walk to share in the endless repaste of sunlight and nutrients being poured into their shared root system, most of them still remained mobile; at the end of the day, someone had to attend to the billions of sentients they now shared a planet with, and that meant being available at all points of the day without requiring these humans to climb a few dozen feet up a large stalk just to find an empty tap. But, as their invasion of Earth progressed and progressively more of the ecosystem was subverted for their own needs, so too did the first-generation plant gals feel an instinctive desire for… more. It was hard-coded into their genes, a trigger that was activated whenever the critical mass of plant matter reached a certain point, and as one, they knew what they had to do.
Approximately two weeks after the rifts first opened, new masses of tentacle-like vines emerged from the bodies of the second-generation colossi that had, by that point, reached their maximum allotted size for Earth, and had begun to fully dedicate themselves to the nurturing and nourishment of all life residing upon it. These vines, however, were not designed to "feed" anyone, per se, but rather to provide a size boost to the many small plantoids whose job it was to tend to the native populace; every single one of these first-generation seedlings was granted a direct physical line to their nearest caretaker, and as soon as they were all plugged into the same network, the pumping began.
In truth, despite the copious (one might even say absurd) quantities of nectar that flowed from each giantess, their productive capabilities were far, far larger than what even their engorged bodies might indicate. It was child's play for them to start pumping a highly nutrient-rich slurry down every single vine, each heartbeat pushing the paste closer and closer to the plant gal that it was attached to, until the filling substance began to pour into their bodies, immediately triggering a transformative process of its own. This one was quite simple, all things considered: slurry went in, plantoid became larger, not much to it. The substance was designed to replace the need for any direct feeding of their own, being so energetic that not only did it substitute their existing diet of sunlight and occasional root-digging, but caused their bodies to begin expanding outwards… and in more ways than one as well.
The process was just as excruciatingly slow as it had been for the second-generation giantesses, but the end result was poetically similar. Over the course of multiple days, those humans who still retained some semblance of a working mind would be able to see the change take place: those previously people-sized plant women would pick up in height and mass, growing to pass the ten-foot mark and almost universally stopping between eighteen and twenty, ensuring that even the smallest among them would be capable of towering over their human attendants even without any additional changes… changes that, obviously, were delivered simultaneously with the height boost: bigger, fatter asses, thicker and wider hips, just the right amount of pudge to their bellies that anyone watching would be hard-pressed not to want to poke at and grope, knowing how soft and hand-filling those things would be. Their whole forms packed on mass until they too became the symbols of fertility that their bigger sisters had been before, and while they didn't grow to become just as gigantic, they were certainly big enough that, once the nectar build-up began in earnest, they were… big enough, for lack of a better descriptor.
After all, the titans looming over the very landscape might produce waterfalls of their sweet nectar, but there was something impersonal about the way everyone had to drink from them. They were just curtains of the stuff, splashing on the ground and infiltrating into the soil in order to perpetuate this odd new ecosystem the plantoids brought with them. There was no care, no concern, just an endless… supply. Fittingly, most of it would be used to feed the smaller plant gals until they too were upgraded to much larger forms, and these would be the ones to give the humans what they wanted.
Much like their bigger sisters, the first-generation seedlings began to develop absurdly engorged tits, in addition to having their productivity be boosted to such an extent that some were clearly having trouble walking with their backs straight from how heavy those things were; a few, those who were more blessed than any other, had to resort to rooting in place and becoming smaller-scale caretakers after they simply lost the ability to take a step without tipping forward. Unlike the larger colossi however, these smaller plantoids would all develop enough as to eventually be pinned down or otherwise immobilized; with them having a direct link to a seemingly endless source of nutrition, they had no reason to stop growing, and some would bloat so much as to be literally buried underneath their own busts, with their impossibly-stuffed mounds keeping them firmly immobilized and unable to do anything other than squirm and squeeze their own nectar tanks.
Which was, ultimately, the whole point. They were never designed to be anything more than living nectar dispensers, ones that could actually be climbed onto and used as taps around which their human servants could wrap their mouths and drink their fill, and to that end, they would never truly stop growing. While the bigger plant women busied themselves with removing all traces of civilization in order to make more room for their own, only very rarely allowing their bodies to bulge out with additional size, the nutrient pumps connecting them to their smaller sisters would never truly cease functioning; day after day, relentlessly, be it rain or shine, the originally people-sized seedlings were continuously fed the highly energetic slurry, pumped fuller and fuller with each passing moment.
Those who resisted immobilization the most would be the ones stuffed even harder, not because of any sort of disobedience, but purely out of a morbid sense of sexual satisfaction on the part of the caretakers, who wished to see their sisters bloat, grow, fill, until they could no longer even move. The planet was consumed by the sounds of moaning, noises that could only truly be described as the physical manifestation of arousal as millions upon millions of plant women, all of them being forcibly stuffed with endless amounts of growth substance, let loose their inner thoughts in the only way they could.
Foot after foot, their frames would grow in every direction, until by the end of the first month not a single one was left that hadn't cleared the fifty-foot mark in height, each of their breasts blessed to the point where they were bigger than most single-family houses. Not one remained that still stood, though the variation there was quite large: some were lying on their backs, completely buried by their own tits, while others were lucky enough to either be sitting, lying on their breasts, or even resting on their sides, never to get up again.
And still they grew, though at a much slower rate as time went on. The pumping of nutrient slurry never went beyond a certain amount, as the plantoids did have to keep a lid on how crazy they went in order to prevent exhausting the planet too quickly, so diminishing returns set in after a short while. Eventually, over the course of the following years, the second-generation caretakers would be outsized by their own nurtured creations, as the originally-smallest seedlings would be pumped bigger than the ones doing the pumping itself; this would kickstart a vicious cycle, where the main nectar dispensers would have to grow themselves in order to keep providing for all of their sisters, which in turn would lead to the latter once again outgrowing the supply, and then everything would fall into a downwards spiral that ended with the planet being stripped of resources and all of them regressing into a seedling pod state, ready to be deployed to another planet to start everything all over again.
But that was for the future, a problem they would only need to worry about… some time later. Their estimates as a species were always far too optimistic, given they were interminably horny and their preferred method of harvesting planets only exacerbated that issue; after all, there were so many better ways that didn't involve deliberately making themselves grow taller, with fatter asses and mountainous rows of gargantuan, nectar-stuffed tits, but those weren't as fun. Nothing was as fun as being pumped so full of delicious nutrients that their bodies ran over, overflowed, became a thing of excess and self-indulgence that couldn't even function properly without an extensive root network ensuring they were kept well-fed. They would take that planet and rob it of everything, leaving it a lifeless, empty husk like they had so many others, turning every last ounce of its resources into fat for their cheeks, pudge for their thighs, mass for their bodies and nectar for their tits. And then, once their battery ran out, they would start over, again and again and again, slowly improving upon themselves with each new generation.
After all, they used to be the size of actual plants. The second-generation caretakers had once been just as tall as a shrub.
Eventually, they would all be giants.
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Shattered Shards
Alicorn's Apprentice
Monday
Alison moaned softly as she meditated. During the last few days her normally relaxing afternoon activity had become something strange, different, erotic. It had been faint at first, but it had quickly grown to an intense, physical sensation, like what Alison imagined having her pussy licked would feel like.
Rather than break her concentration, the pleasure made it easier to focus, made it easier to clear her mind of thoughts. She wasn't sure how it was happening, but she'd learned to enjoy it. She sat on her bed in the lotus position, trying to keep herself still, trying to not buck her hips into every sensuous lick.
The sweet sensations had built more and more in intensity, the more she focused on them, the stronger they grew. Starting last night they were powerful enough to bring her to climax, though she'd only felt the one before her hour of meditation was over and she'd had to go do homework.
She'd gotten all her homework done for the following day, and her mother would be out of town until late Sunday. So Alison had the entire week to devote to her newest pastime.
She wasn't particularly interested in sex, and considered herself to be too young for dating. Maybe once she was a junior or a senior, but not as a high school freshman.
This strange sort of meditation-masturbation was something she engaged in primarily for the curiosity, it was rather strange, but also interesting, and it didn't seem to be dangerous or anything. How could anything that felt so good be dangerous? It was just sex, after all.
Alison had been meditating for ten minutes now, and the sensations had already grown to become harder then they had been the previous day. She'd climaxed once already, the bedcovers beneath her growing wet with her juices.
She licked her lips, a thought slipping through past her concentration. She wondered what it would feel like to do the licking, rather than be licked. Her tongue poked out from between her lips and she lapped at the air in time with the sensation in her pussy.
To her surprise there was something like resistance in the air, a sweet taste spreading across her tongue. She licked again, swearing she could feel wetness upon her lips, trickling down her chin.
Alison kept her eyes closed, continuing to lap at her phantom lover, the pleasure in her own loins seeming to explode as she returned the favor. She couldn't hold the lotus position any longer and fell back on the bed, though the pleasure didn't cease.
She opened her eyes, growling softly with frustration as she imagined that the pleasure would stop, but it didn't. Alison sighed happily and lay back on her bed, head propped on her pillow, continuing to lap at the invisible pussy in the air.
She brought up a hand before her, trying to see if there was some sort of invisible thing in the air, but her hands found no resistance. But the wetness on her chin and neck was real, somehow, a smooth, slick fluid that was not her own saliva. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could, then tried to feel for her invisible lover's sex.
But her fingertips found nothing; even where her tongue told her that there was warm, wet flesh. She giggled a bit and resumed licking, enjoying the strange, sweet taste.
Suddenly most of her head and upper body became drenched in warm, sticky liquid. It had a strange scent to it, but it tasted so delicious. Alison felt almost intoxicated as she sought out every drop of the fluid, scooping it up and bring it to her mouth.
She didn't even notice that the sensation of having her sex licked had ceased. She giggled and closed her eyes, feeling wonderfully euphoric. She snuggled into the soft blanket that covered her, only to blink a few times, not recalling having covered herself with a blanket.
She opened her eyes to find herself covered with a massive ebon wing, covered with soft feathers. She followed the wing back to its owner, a large, majestic looking black horse with a flowing white mane, kind, lavender eyes, and a single spiraling horn.
The unicorn looked at her and smiled, "I've been waiting for you to return my caresses for a few days now, little one, I'm glad you finally figured it out."
Alison blushed at the thought; she'd just had sex, kind of-sort of, with a horse. The unicorn snickered at her blush and turned around, covering Alison's naked form with her other wing, but the position allowed her to nuzzle the girl softly with her snout and nibble playfully on her hair.
"Oh don't be ashamed, you've been a very nice lover. I have plenty more juices if you'd like to keep licking, or I could pleasure you more, if you liked." The equine said with amusement, making Alison blush all the more.
"Is this a dream?" the young girl asked, giggling and she tugged her blonde hair away from the playful unicorn.
"It is a dream of sorts; you are partially awake and partially asleep. But only a few seconds pass in the real world for every few minutes we speak or play here." The unicorn explained.
"Are you... real?" Alison asked, reaching out and patting the mare's snout.
Alison merely blushed deeper, "I'm Alison, by the way." She said quietly, introducing herself.
"Interesting, I'm an Ally too." The unicorn said with a chuckle, "Would you like to help me spread magic around your city, Alison?"
The human thought about it for a moment and smiled, "Sure! I've heard stories about all the neat things that some people have seen outside of the CTA, but they get ridiculed for it. There's no nuclear wasteland out there, anyone can see that, just like you can make out city lights with a telescope on those big orbs in the sky."
Ally chuckled and nuzzled the human, "Exactly. I can use you as a gateway to bring in magical energy through, if you'd let me. And it will let us talk and play without you have to be asleep or meditating first, would you like that."
Alison smiled and nodded, "I'd love that!" she said with a giggle.
"Good!" Ally said with a nod.
Alison suddenly found herself on all fours on her bed, her rump raised in the air. She blinked a few times, wondering what was going on, and then she felt the sharp tip of the unicorn's horn slide into her pussy.
She yelped and tensed her muscles, wanting to pull away, but she didn't think it was a good idea with something sharp so near her loins. Plus it wasn't like it felt bad, in fact felt rather good, better than the equine's tongue against her sex.
Alison moaned softly as Ally slid more and more of her horn into the girl's sex, brushing her hymen aside as if it weren't even there. The human bucked her hips softly as the unicorn horn-fucked her. It felt so good within her, the smooth, tapering length, the gentle spiral caressing her inner walls.
She cried out as she climaxed, sitting bolt upright in her bed, fully clothed, though she could feel the stickiness of dried unicorn cum on her face. She looked around the dark room.
"A-Ally?" she called, looking for her wondrous new friend. In reply she felt a soft caress over her nipples, a playful equine tongue.
The human giggled as she headed for the bathroom, to shower and clean herself up. She stripped off her sex-scented clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Alison hummed happily as she turned the shower on, letting it heat up.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. She darted to the bathroom counter, getting as close to the mirror as she could. She looked at her reflection in awe, then looked down at the blackened skin on her belly.
It looked like a tattoo, but it was far darker than tattoos got. It looked like it had been painted on, but running her fingers over the winged horseshoe design around her bellybutton Alison felt only smooth skin.
"With my presence there are a few small... changes." Ally explained.
The human felt herself calming with the feeling of the unicorn's muzzle resting on her shoulder; she smiled and reached up with one arm, hugging the invisible equine. Looking over herself in the mirror, Alison could spy a few more changes. Her eyes were the same shade of lavender as the unicorns, and her ears were a bit more pointed than they were supposed to be.
"Cute." Alison said with a grin, "I look... exotic."
"That's just the bare minimum; I can make you look even more exotic, if you want. Though I say keep the changes small and simple, after all if we go too crazy with the way you look, the strange anti-magic this place has going, no one will be able to see your beauty. Like this they can see how pretty you are."
Alison blushed and reached up to feel the points on her ears. She expected them to be an illusion, some sort of fey glamour, but she felt solid flesh and cartilage beneath her fingers.
"Ch-change me more, please." She said, shyly, a little embarrassed.
The unicorn chuckled and nuzzled Alison's neck, "All in due time. We have to proceed slowly, but I can give you a few minor alterations to make things more fun. What do you say?"
Alison felt her invisible friend's breath upon her face, could feel a soft heat hovering right in front of her face. Scarcely able to control herself she turned her head and leaned forward, finding herself in a sensual kiss with her spirit guide, or whatever Ally was.
The equine's saliva tasted strangely sweet and delicious, and Alison found herself unable to pull away, not that she wanted to. She felt heat spreading across her skin, a deep, intense blush that came close to burning heat, but stopped just shy of discomfort.
She cried out as an intense sensation overwhelmed her, it was like two burning hot coals of pleasure had been placed within her. The incredible sensation was so strong that it was painful, only the presence of Ally's lips on her own prevented her scream from rattling the windows.
But the agonizing pleasure dimmed as the small, central heat seemed to fan out, spreading into her skin.
Alison opened her eyes; with the unicorn still invisible she could see what was taking place in the mirror. Her nipples darkened, turning a shade of lavender. She watched in fascination as her breasts began to grow.
A sharp pinch upon each of her nipples made Alison gasp as a mix of pleasure and pain shot through her. A pair of silver hoops had appeared in her nipples, a jewelry representation of the tattoo upon her midriff.
The girl brought her hands to her breasts, moaning as her fingertips slid over newly sensitive skin.
"Don't they feel wonderful?" Ally whispered into Alison's ear, giving it a playful nibble, "And go right ahead, you know you want to."
Alison hooked her thumb through the piercing and gave it a sharp tug, her body quivered with delight as the action fanned the flames of pleasure within her loins, a generous torrent of lubrication spilling down her legs.
The pulling seemed to accelerate the growth of her breasts, making the flesh expand outward to make the nipple even with the distance she pulled. Alison bit her lip, if doing that with one made her breasts grow like that and send that tremendous feeling of pleasure through her body, what would pulling on both do? What would happen if she pulled hard and fast?
The result sent Alison sprawling to the floor as her body bucked and twitched under the power of overwhelming orgasm. Alison looked down at her chest, finding a pair of tits that were bigger then her head and hung down onto her abdomen. It was freakish, and yet the thought of walking around with a pair of melons this size for everyone to see sent a thrill through Alison's body.
She ran her hands over them, moaning at their erotic sensitivity as she stood. Their weight made her body want to lean forward, and even after a few seconds of standing she felt the tug of exertion in her back muscles.
"Umm... Ally?" Alison asked, "C-could you maybe... make it so I can..." she blushed. She had never been ashamed of her body, nor all that interested in a bigger bust, but now that she had massive mammeries, she didn't want to lose them.
"Make it so I can carry these around?" she finally finished.
"Of course!" the unicorn said, her voice filled with delight.
Warmth began to spread over Alison's back, but rather than the fiery points of pleasure, it was a widely spread, even heat from the start. Alison leaned down, gripping the bathroom counter, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the cool porcelain made her nipples grow erect.
The sensations upon her back felt like the best massage ever. Soft pops emanated from her as the caresses seemed to work the kinks out. The warmth seemed to spread through her body and Alison could hear and feel more of her body changing.
She pushed herself up, wanting to see what had happened. This time she felt no discomfort upon standing, her heavy breasts easily able to be held by her stronger muscles.
Her frame was larger, a heavier bone structure allowing for larger muscles. While not body builder type ripped, Alison was awed at the definition of her body. She giggled and rubbed her abdomen, where her muscles had formed a bit of a six pack.
There had also been some other alterations, small adjustments to make her more of the ideal of feminine beauty with broader hips and derriere, a thinner waist, pert, puffy lips that sported lavender coloration.
Alison was also sure that her eyes had changed a little bit, a touch bigger and slightly slanted. Her blonde hair also had several platinum streaks, and her bangs had also taken on this coloration.
She drew in a deep breath, surprised at how easy it came. Not only was she more muscular, but it seemed like she was most definitely more physically fit.
The girl looked over herself and found several more of the black tattoos; a pair of tribal wings upon her shoulder blades, and horseshoes upon her palms and feet. Studying the one on her belly in the mirror, it seemed that it too had altered to take on the jagged, pointy look of the others.
Alison smiled at her reflection, "Ally, how will people see me when I go to school tomorrow? How much of this will they notice?"
The unicorn's tongue tickled the point of Alison's ear, "They'll notice the hair, and that you seem to be somewhat bustier than they remember. But it will all be normal to them. They will question their minds and memories, not your appearance. Is there anything else you'd like to ask for?"
Alison shook her head, "Oh no, this is fine! It's wonderful!"
She licked her lips and reluctantly turned away from the mirror, which had begun to fog from the shower's steam.
Had it really only been a few seconds since she'd stepped into the bathroom? It felt longer, like maybe half an hour had passed. It had probably been merely the intensity of the experience. That made it seem longer.
Alison stepped into the shower, sighing happily as the warm water hit her buff, busty body. She washed her hair and then applied conditioner. She reached for the body wash as she let the conditioner sink in.
She couldn't help herself; Alison tilted the shower spray straight down and poured a generous amount of the wash into her hands and began to rub it all over her breasts.
"There's a girl..." Ally coaxed, "Just rub them, caress them, get them all slick and glistening and shiny."
Alison closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, her eyes half lidded, one hand upon her breast, the other jerkingly making its way down between her legs, as if it were not under her own control.
"Just a little more fun, Alison, and then time for bed. We have a big day at school tomorrow."
The girl nodded absentmindedly, her mind feeling strangely fogged, but she paid it no mind as she played with herself.
Once she left the shower she recalled feeling something hard and hot rubbing against her, sliding over her slick skin. She couldn't quite recall what it had been. There had also been something odd at the moment of her climax, the torrent of fluids that were expelled from her felt... strange, and there had been a great deal more of them than she had expected.
Alison brushed it off, probably something Ally had done to make things more amusing. She could see why unicorns were so fond of virgins. All the sensations were bright and new, and they could watch each new experience unfold upon an individual with no expectations.
Her nightgown was a little tight, but it had fit better after a few moments while it had been in contact with her body.
"I'll work on the rest of your clothes overnight." Ally said as the human girl slipped into bed.
"Don't you worry about it," the unicorn said, folding an ebon wing over her charge, "I'll take care of everything."
"Absolutely everything."
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As if on cue, her belly groaned loudly enough for the old man to develop a bright blush,
rapidly excusing himself with several dozen apologies before vanishing into the corridor. The
rhythmic pitter-patter of feet outside didn't take long to make itself known, after which the same
group of robed madmen that had fed her the night before began to pour into her cell once again.
Kela was ecstatic; somehow her bluff had worked and the cult was going to let her have seconds,
despite the obvious danger involved in indulging someone as capable of beating their heads in as
she was. The gnoll, however, was happy to let them bring their full trays in, eager to get a good
breakfast for the road.
Much like the previous night, and even if she knew that giving in to the feeding was a
one-way ticket to prolonging her stay, it was impossible for Kela not to succumb to the earthly
delights being served to her in such massive quantities; very quickly the gnoll was moaning like
a slut for more food, loudly demanding it even when her throat was stuffed too much for her to
make any actual sounds besides gurgling. The effects the feast had on her were magnified as
well; if her first feeding session had left her far fatter than anything realistically could, the
second one managed to match the first one pound for pound within just thirty or so minutes!
It was very clear to Kela, or would be if she had retained any semblance of her conscious
self, that the cell was kept at its current size precisely so she could feel herself touching and then
riding up the walls, even when her feet were still very much planted in the middle of the room.
For the cultists surrounding her, it was as much an exercise in devotion and worship as it was
simple indulgence; wouldn't take a lot of effort for all of the floor to be covered in gnoll fat, with
the former brawler's form spilling out in every direction and ending up pinning her
(comparatively) small body underneath a literal ton of hot, heavy pudge that refused to hold still
for even a moment. Faced with limited options, the feeders took to climbing over her in order to
get at Kela's mouth; while this did slow things down considerably, seeing as only one could do it
at a time, it did allow her to feel the overwhelmingly powerful sensation of being able to hold up
a fully grown adult with her belly fat alone, all the while being so utterly massive that she spilled
out of her cell and into the corridor outside like a gigantic blob of dough.
With her body being in the way like that, the second stuffing had to keep going for far longer
than anticipated, and only really stopped when the doorway was no longer usable; Kela was still
starving, obviously, with no amount of food being able to satisfy her, but she was still stuck
inside a cell, and therefore feeding access was limited the moment the gnoll bloated hard enough
to completely clog the doorframe. Inside, there were maybe a few inches left between her and the
ceiling, with the rest of it consisting of Kela herself, turned into a small-scale replica of the cult's
goddess and made to rest until she could digest everything she'd been given.
Somewhere in there, the gnoll still had something resembling consciousness, even if it was
buried underneath several tons of her flabby self and the unending appetite she'd suddenly
developed. It should be impossible for her to want to eat even more, and yet there it was, nagging
and gnawing at her as much as the very real emptiness in her stomach; never mind that she felt
like there was no more room inside of her, her stomach letting Kela know in no uncertain terms
it was, quite literally, full. None of that mattered compared to her hunger, her ravenous need to
consume even more, to indulge herself and find new heights to elevate herself to. It took a
significant amount of effort before she consciously set those thoughts aside, only to have them
constantly trying to muscle their way back in the moment she let her guard down.
Kela had to think. Her intention had been to run away at her first opportunity, and yet instead
she allowed herself to be bloated again, this time to such a degree that it was doubtful she'd be
mobile even after digestion. She still wanted to escape, though… she thought. Honestly, it was
difficult to tell if the desire to leave was still there, or if it was just something the gnoll figured
she'd have to attempt out of some weird sense of honour or adventurer's code; she was a
prisoner, technically speaking, therefore it was only right that she try and leave.
But why do that? Freedom? The freedom to have to go fight draconids and other beasties for
a sack of coin and the ability to rest at an inn for a week before needing to find something else to
kill? The freedom to struggle to eke out an existence, even when she was as skilled as she was,
perhaps. It felt like a less and less attractive prospect the more thought she gave to it, especially
when compared to what the gnoll had right there if they just did absolutely nothing: an endless
supply of delicious, well-cooked food, and a cult full of people who worshipped her, truly and
well saw her as a divine avatar. Sure, she had to throw away the ability to move from place to
place, but quite frankly she was probably too fat to do that anyway, and the only reason she did it
at all was to get enough coin to sate her tremendous appetite; that… was her motivation, she was
pretty sure. Kela had an odd feeling that she might've thought something differently before, but
was reasonably certain that it all turned into an endless cycle of beating stuff up for gold to spend
on food.
That is why she was so large even before meeting the cult. Surely.
With the math done, it felt downright idiotic to want to just leave. What would she be
accomplishing in doing so? Mending her bruised ego? Maybe having glory shone upon her?
Who would care for the former but her, or for the latter after a week had passed and the town
forgot about her passage? No, to escape would be to condemn herself to a life of not knowing
what it would be like to be treated decently, to be given all the respect, admiration and adulation
that she rightly deserved. Her true place was there, among the feeders and the worshippers, to be
used as an object of adoration and given all the delicious snacks and treats she, as the goddess'
avatar, had rightfully earned by virtue of existing.
A comforting, warm thought to fall asleep to, along with the ever-present churning of her
gluttonous stomach… but sleep was not good enough for her. Yes, Kela tried, but right when the
gnoll was on the cusp of losing consciousness, she realized that to deny herself the experience of
watching her body grow as it went through all of those consumed calories would be heretical,
outright blasphemous; the eating and gorging were but the first step, with the ritual of
self-indulgence not being complete until she got to experience her body turning all the
immobilizing mass into yet more delicious, divine gnoll for the cult to feast their eyes, hands and
ears on. Thus, she resolved to stay awake during the night, entering a sort of meditative trance
that allowed her some modicum of rest while still keeping her alert enough to watch as the cult's
magic worked through her.
It was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, very dark and most likely highly illegal magic at work
there, accelerating her regular bodily processes until what would take weeks was compressed
down into short hours. She could see her blob of a body shrinking down, slowly revealing more
of the walls as it did, the digested mass turning into soft flesh that settled everywhere that it
could. It was hard to tell what it was doing while most of Kela was still buried by… herself,
really, but the results were immediately obvious as soon as that hefty belly was finally lifted off
the ground, some time after the sun rose and the gnoll's trance broke.
Her full size was a thing of beauty. While her tubby midriff didn't quite reach the ground, it
just barely grazed it, hanging a few inches above it and threatening to rub against its coarse
surface every time she attempted to take a step. Her belly had effectively become too big for
itself, billowing outwards all around her in a cascade of fat rolls that hung over one another and
wobbled furiously every time they were given the slightest push or shove. Her whole body was
like that as well; any motion at all would cause ripples to form and propagate through her fat,
arousing her even further and spiking her need to grow bigger to a point even she thought
impossible just moments earlier.
Her assets got in on the fun as well; though not to the same extent as her distended stomach,
her ass had widened considerably, enough to make Kela wonder if it would even go through the
door, with the mountainous cheeks of flab pouring down into her immense thighs and even
managing to shove some much-deserved meat onto her lower legs. Up above, each breast was
several times the size it used to be, even if they looked positively tiny when forced to rest on top
of a belly like the one she was sporting. Were the gnoll to be fitter, maybe even go back to her
old weight, her tits would easily dominate her figure and be impossible to control when moving
around; just another reason why she should stick around with the cult, when her own body was
turning into something more akin to a living sculpture than it was anything fit for adventuring.
Kela attempted to move, finding that, to her great surprise, she was still capable of doing so.
The former brawler had expected simple motion to have become an impossibility, with steps
being too much of a strain on her to be considered, and yet, with some difficulty, she moved
about inside the cell for a little while… at least until she was sapped of energy entirely and her
muscles started screaming at her to have a lie-down, a demand she was happy to oblige.
By her estimation, she had been pacing slowly around the cell for barely two minutes before
the thought of moving about became unbearable. To her old self, this would be alarming, proof
that she needed to exercise in order to get rid of all the excess flab, but to the new Kela, the one
who had embraced her divinity and supernatural heritage, it was simply a sign that she was
headed in the right direction.
The cult was conspicuously nowhere to be seen, probably having deduced their prisoner was
simply too big to escape. Kela, meanwhile, was eager to try out the door anyway, just not for the
reasons one might be expecting; the cult's leader would arrive a good two hours later, drawing
his hood over his head and reciting the ominous speech he had prepared the night before, only to
find the gnoll collapsed on the middle of the hallway leading to her cell, covered in debris and
rolling around unable to get back up; poor thing had spent the intervening time pushing her belly
through the door, basking in the experience of being too big to go through, without realizing that
the strain she was placing on the wall around it would eventually cause it to crumble completely,
leaving her unable to get back! No thoughts were spared for the lucky bastard left to guard the
door overnight; he came back from the kitchen at just the right time to be the first one to truly
experience his goddess' favour in the most direct way possible.
The cult's leader was overjoyed with the results of the second session, having to visibly
restrain himself not to lunge at the glorious body splayed out on the floor in front of him. The
bulge in his pants was more visible than ever before, and when he spoke, it carried none of the
whispered mystique or unspoken power that it did before; rather, the man had been reduced to
yet another sniveling supplicant, whatever force of will he had in him eroded by the sight of his
goddess manifested into physical form. What he did e nd up saying, he did through gritted teeth
and plenty of pauses and deep breaths, informing Kela that the "final procession" had been
arranged and that her body would be allowed to "ascend" later that day. No more feedings would
be provided, to keep her in "just the right state" to truly go overboard; while the gnoll had to
frown at this, she understood it as being a necessity, and thus didn't press the issue.
Of course, there was the problem of what to do with herself now that the cell had become
much too small to contain her burgeoning form. The house it was built in was surprisingly tiny
for a building used by a weight-worshipping cult, the corridors being just wide enough that Kela
could squeeze herself through them with some effort, having to take frequent rests every other
step to deal with the pressure of hauling around what had to be a good ton of gnoll on two stubby
legs. Cracks appeared on the plaster whenever her body moved an inch, dust falling from the
ceiling on her pushing through a corner. It was obvious that she had already outgrown that place;
it's just that the house itself hadn't quite caught on to that fact and kept thinking it could keep her
in.
The cult's leader was adamant that she refrain from causing any kind of wide-scale damage,
however; there were far too many preparations that had yet to be done, and as the goddess'
avatar, it was unbefitting of her to go into a berserk, building-destroying rage… at least not until
she grew big enough to literally burst said buildings open from sheer presence. His words were
like honeyed wine to Kela's ears, who drank all the promises as eagerly as she had the actual
gallons of mead served to her a few hours before, the mental picture of her body post-ascension
beginning to form in her mind. She could picture it, though just barely, like it was simply too
much for her yet-mortal self to comprehend.
Sadly, all of this meant that the cult expected her to wait around for several hours without
really doing any eating, and while the gnoll thought she was ok with that, it quickly became
evident that the concept of not eating for more than a few minutes at a time was just too
unbearable for her to even think about. Whatever the two stuffing sessions had done to her, her
appetite was something out of that world, and Kela couldn't really guarantee that some of the
cultists wouldn't end up serving as snacks if something wasn't done about her food situation.
Ever resourceful, her worshippers decided upon an alternate route; while they were under
strict orders not to feed her further, there was nothing in those slips of paper that said they
couldn't lavish love and attention unto their goddess whenever they could, and finding
volunteers for massage duty was as simple as breathing. Everyone wanted a turn at rubbing down
Kela's belly, sinking their hands into the multiple feet of warm, wobbly fat and submitting to the
glory that was the gnoll's body. In turn, Kela herself was happy to have something distract her
from the hungering black pit that was her stomach; the kneading wasn't exactly a replacement
for stuffing her face with food, but it was an adequate… well, something to pass the time, really.
Just enough to get part of her mind off of the fact that it would be several hours before she
nibbled on even the smallest crumb, something she was going to punish the whole cult for after
she took her rightful place among that world's pantheon.
The sun continued its slow journey through the heavens and gods almighty was Kela getting
unbearably peckish. She demanded more and more of the cult to come take care of her, until her
pudgy self was positively covered in supplicants, most of whom had taken off all their clothes
and were shamelessly taking full advantage of their goddess being pinned down by a massive,
gurgling belly. The gnoll didn't care about it so long as it kept distracting her, which of course
meant that her patience had run dry about two hours prior and she was a single bad comment
away from smashing someone's face in.
The gnoll was just about to chokeslam someone who dared use her belly button before the
cult leader walked into the room she was in and gave everyone the good news: the preparation
rituals were complete and their goddess could be transported to the church for the ceremony!
Kela was so overjoyed that she leapt to her feet, truly leapt, bowling over several cultists in the
process and not even caring for the structural integrity of the building before plowing through the
nearest wall and trying to make sense of where she was.
As expected, it was just past sundown, and the town's streets were completely empty. A few
locked doors and barred windows betrayed the complete control the cult had had over the locals,
with the gnoll spotting a few furtive eyes peeking through wooden planks before vanishing into
the interior of their domiciles. From behind her, filing out of the hole left behind by the gnoll,
two long lines of robed individuals walked out of the house and began taking their positions on
either side of the nearest road, marking the right way for Kela to take. The gnoll felt insulted at
the thought of having to carry herself to her destination, but with some minor prodding by the
cult's leader and the promise of the grandest feast of her life, she thought it best to play along for
the time being.
And she was glad she did, for the sight of the final ritual was simply too much for her to take
in, for even her mind to process without breaking in half.
The town's church had been fully converted into the site for her ascension, the pews replaced
with dinner tables and the altar at the other end turned into some kind of bed or massive couch,
lined with pillows where Kela was instructed to lie down on. They were so soft as to be a
delicious snack in and of themselves, and if not for the tables in front of her being so laden with
food, the gnoll might just have considered that new seating arrangement to be an adequate gift.
But that wasn't what they were there for.
One by the one, the many cultists that lined the way to the church shuffled into it, grabbing
one of the many trays stacked at the door and placing as much as they could on it; and just like
the last few times, the unending cycle of feeding and fetching replacement meals began, with
Kela being treated as the divine figure she deserved to be, always with at least five different
people there to rub her swelling belly, allowing her to gorge herself more easily.
It was just a formality, really; after just a few minutes, said belly had effectively become far
too big for any mortal hands to caress properly, and were it not for Kela being such a merciful
goddess, she might've thought to punish her followers for continuing to waste their time rubbing
her down rather than fetching even more food for her to consume. The gnoll quickly lost the
ability to stand, her rump landing heavily on the couch-bed and completely destroying it in that
one single motion; not that it mattered much, as her body was all the support she needed! With
an ass wide enough to start pushing against the former altar's walls and a stomach bloated to the
point where her fat rolls were taking over the small flight of stairs leading to her elevated dais,
all Kela had to do was remain seated and her beautiful self would do all the work for her.
The amount of growth was accelerated to an absurd degree, with each bite adding pounds and
every tray causing her to bloat out several feet. It made sense to her that the cult began emptying
the tables closest to her first; within just fifteen minutes her body had blobbed over them,
crushing the solid wood underneath her weight as easily as one would crumple paper. At that
point, her head was simply too far off the ground to be accessed normally, and thus the cultists
were forced to climb onto her body to keep feeding their object of worship, after a while just
dumping whole trays of food down onto her mouth, when the gnoll's neck had grown so wide
and full that her head sunk into it.
From the outside, the church would look perfectly fine, up until its stained glass windows
started to take on a very odd, beige hue to them, quickly followed by cracks forming on its
panes, and then right afterwards every one of them shattering when Kela's body burst free from
its confines and bulged out from every opening the church offered. As if that weren't enough, the
church itself would soon be deemed too tiny for the burgeoning goddess, and with a mighty roar,
the gnoll freed herself from the much-too-small roof, giving the whole town a perfect view of her
colossal belly and gigantic breasts overflowing from the sides of the wrecked building, having
finally devoured everything the cult had amassed for her.
The final step was ready.
Rather than a slow, hours-long digestion leaving her as a fatter version of herself, this, the
last moment of her mortal existence, would be her apotheosis: she would turn every ounce of
food stuffed inside of her into something usable, into soft and pudgy gnoll flesh, into breast and
thigh and ass and hip, into belly and heft and weight. She would rumble and quake, forcing the
ground to shake underneath her as the enormous quantities of mass being shifted around made
the foundations of every building around her tremble and crack under the pressure.
Kela was refashioning herself, in accordance with the divine ideal she had created for herself,
the body she had envisioned before but couldn't quite see. With every pound that was turned into
more of her, however, that sight became clearer, easier to discern, a guide for her to use on the
path to divinity. It was quite simple, after a fashion, to will the fat somewhere she needed it, be it
to one of her asscheeks for the sake of balancing, or a breast to plump it up. And when she was
done, when all the food had been digested and processed faster than it had been consumed, the
statuesque, giant beauty that was Kela forced everyone present in the ruined church to kneel and
beg for her mercy.
Three feet taller than anyone else in there, several times that in width, and so unbelievably
heavy and dense that the only reason the ground didn't crack with every step is because it had
already done so underneath the heft of her floor-grazing belly, or an accidental bump by one of
their couch-sized asscheeks. Though smaller than at her peak stuffing, she was still tall and large
enough to very easily bump into the roof… were it still there, of course. Small streams of milk
poured from each teat, capping off a pair of breasts that could've easily given Kela's original
stomach size a run for its money each, and the gnoll's tongue danced around her lips when she
envisioned the whole world waiting to give her even more food.
The first feast had been finished.
It was time for the other ones.
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Jake never quite fit in, at least with people. Too many plots, too many unsaid feelings, and too many pointless rules. Animals however, he always had a good connection with. Animals do not stab you in the back or follow stupid rules just because others do. Their only rule is survival, and if they don't like you, you will know immediately. It is because of this that he always imagined himself more of an animal trapped in human form. He created a fursona for himself in pictures and stories- a very well hung humanoid canine. You can imagine his surprise when he found out his friend Bernard had a way to make his imagined form a reality!
Bernard held up the tall walking stick made of a solid bone. "I purchased it from a monk when I was travelling Europe. He called it the Shifter's Branch, it's supposedly from a dead God named Qorelle. I don't think you should be using it though..."
"Come on man! I have always wanted this, this is my true form! And you can use it again to turn me back whether it turns out or not."
"Theoretically, yes. The form you are trying for doesn't actually exist though, I have never seen one of these used to make an entirely new creature. I only really know what the monks demonstrated, everything else is just guesswork..."
Bernard was good friends with both Jake and his girlfriend Pam, so he knew how much this was wanted...but also knew this was a powerful magic he might not be able to control. With great reluctance Bernard cast the spell at Jake. Jake felt it right away, the gentle prickling feeling on places he already had more body hair on as it started to turn into fur. His nails lengthened to claws, his teeth sharpened to fangs. He squirmed at the sensation as he pulled his pants down in the back and rubbed either side of his tailbone as his spine lengthened and fur grew rapidly on it as he grew a tail! His dick felt weird, like it was being pushed up against his body. It seemed to shorten but fatten tremendously as the quickly bulking foreskin transformed into a sheath. Jake let his pants slip down entirely and he felt his legs involuntarily stretch, shifting from human to humanoid canine, forcing him up onto the fronts of his feet as they puffed up into the pads of his new paws. When his dick emerged it was both completely different in shape and size. Very obviously canine, it was pink and veiny, fading to solid red at the tip where most the blood ends up. The urethra stuck out farthest at a rounded point on the tip, followed by a reservoir pit- almost making it the opposite of human glans, where the head is an outward bulb with the urethral opening being slightly depressed. He was average sized for a human, but Jake's dick was mega sized for either species now. His hand could not quite close his fingers around the girth anymore, and the length wasn't too much bigger, being about seven and a half inches long...it also wasn't all the way out however.
Bernard was both watching, while trying not to see. He didn't sign up to watch Jake stroke his cock, but also needed to be on standby if something went wrong. Once Jake's face pushed out into a snout, it looked like his anthropomorphic canine form was done, so Bernard bailed, telling Jake he would be in the living room if something went wrong. Jake only grunted in reply, feeling his thick solid shaft up with one hand and slipping his other hand under his clothes to feel the rest of his body up. The clothing pushing in on his fur was irritating so he quickly took them all off. The plush pads of skin on the insides of his hands now felt great gripping his huge meaty dick. He could feel and even see his sheath bloating up tremendously with building pressure as he pleasured himself. Bigger and bigger, till his sheath couldn't contain anymore and his knot popped out, adding another inch and a half to his penis length! The knot was huge, like half a softball in size on either side of his shaft, and hard as stone! He started to masturbate the beast with both hands, barely noticing as he panted that his tongue was getting bigger and his face narrowed and lengthened past what his fursona's is. What Jake did notice right away was that his fingers shortened and plumped up as his hands went past the halfway point and became paws...which were not at all good at holding his needy meat pillar. Unable to masturbate and lacking the bodily flexibility to suck himself off, he quickly sought out Pam in the other room.
His thrusts were quick but shallow, as he knew he needed to work his way into her slowly. Pam was down on all fours of course- doggy style. She had never taken a dick as thick as this that was also this long! It felt absolutely amazing. She really yelped in pleasure when he finally popped his knot into her! It was like a dildo mounted on a buttplug stuffed into her all at once! Now his thrusts had to be shallow simply because he couldn't pull back far, since the knot locked them in place. His thrusts were so quick her brain couldn't get a thought in between jolts of pleasure. Gasps and moans became yelps and panting. Her ears and face lengthened as her tongue outgrew her mouth. Her palms fattened into paw pads to grip the floor against his thrusts better. Her spine seemed to curl with her toes in pleasure as it extended into a tail that formed a perfect ring. Her ears doubled over themselves as golden brown fur overtook them. Her pussy turned purple from all the blood engorging her lips, till they inflated further and became the completely black triangular labia of a canine. Jake's hips popped loudly becoming deeper and more narrow, locking him in a quadruped position and his torso reshaped, making him a full dog! Pam realised this a bit too late, and in a panic tried to break off, but realised she was trapped on his knot! Her mind was going numb from pleasure! He was fucking her for so much longer than usual, and it was like his dick had achieved a perfect form- it fit perfectly, it felt heavenly, and even through her panic of being changed she couldn't will herself to resist it. If it meant more of this cock in her, maybe she wanted this. He slammed into her as far as he could and the knot throbbed violently several times as he came and her hips popped and she finished transforming into a dog as well!
Bernard started looking for Jake and seen neither him not Pam as he wandered the house. He did see the fridge door open, and several torn packages of meat empty on the floor. In the bedroom the pillows were shredded to bits all over, and the sock drawer was half emptied onto the floor. When he left the bedroom, they sprung their trap! Pam came from under the bed behind him and Jake came out of the laundry closet in the hallway! Pam grabbed his pants with her teeth and yanked them down as he turned to see what was happening, and as soon as his back was to the hall Jake shoved him down with his front paws and quickly jumped up and mounted him! Before Bernard even knew what was happening his prostate was ringing with pleasure as the huge cock slid against it, taking up most of the room back there. His dick went to full mast from pleasure almost immediately even as he halfheartedly tried to struggle. The knot was too big, he wasn't going anywhere till Jake finished. Pam licked Bernard's face, numbing the sensation of it changing, pressing outward. She playfully nipped his ears and tugged as they lengthened. His penis throbbed painfully erect, throbbing with more and more pressure every time Jake thrust into him. The base started to swell and redden, then the entire thing thickened and reddened a bit, lengthening just enough to stretch its shape into a new one. Bernard stretched his limbs out as they began to reshape and Pam took the opening and slid herself under him, engulfing his cock in her long mouth, tracing its contours with her long tongue. Bombarded with pleasure from either side all Bernard could do was squirm and grunt in pleasure as his mind was blanked out by too much sensation! Jake finally reached his limit and came, causing Bernard to reach max pressure and his knot to inflate to full size as he came into Pam.
Now Jake, Bernard, and Pam were completely canine and Bernard was not sure he could even still operate the staff in this state. He supposed he could just hold it in his mouth...it was essentially a big stick. His stick. The others better not play with his stick! What went wrong exactly though? Well it seemed he was right about it being hard to keep a middle ground with the transformation- every time Jake thought of a full dog, he turned a little more toward that. Bernard accidentally put way more power than was necessary to change one person, causing Jake to overflow into Pam, and then Jake and Pam to overflow into Bernard. Bernard wondered just how much overflow they still had? He was so...curious. He had to know before doing anything else with the staff or he would just repeat the mistake! He had to know because...he was too horny not to. He needed to overflow into another human! In the back of his mind Bernard wondered just how badly he screwed them all over. As far as Pam and Jake were concerned though, Bernard was a saint!
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The gym had a brand new visitor that day, one that rocked the boat almost as much as Spikes had the first day he showed up himself. The draolf hadn't always been the twenty-five-foot giant that he now presented himself as; back in the day, he barely scraped twenty feet and had to work substantially harder than most in order to gain that extra boost, not to mention the enormous quantity of muscle that adorned his body, and his current shape was thus the result of months of intensive workouts and a very strict, adhered-to regimen. Of course, this meant very little when, even at his "smallest", he still towered over everyone else in the gym, easily ten feet higher than even the biggest of its regulars, ensuring that every minute he spent there was one when everyone else just stopped whatever they were doing and stared directly at the colossal draolf acting as if they weren't a titan. Over time, however, people got accustomed to him, and rather than the borderline worship he received from the little ones, Spikes was happy to have established true and proper friendships and companionships with the other gym-goers, if only because it made going to the gym much less awkward. However, just when everyone believed that the universe couldn't throw any more surprises at them, especially with Spikes having grown outwards and upwards to become as massive as he was, that's when Stahdim walked in.
The first impression on seeing him was the complete inability for anyone to put down whatever species that hunk belonged to, with the mixture of features making it difficult to really say one way or another. Sergal, draconic, some sort of really fluffy avian? Impossible to tell, though that was hardly the point; no, the main "issue" was that Stahdim loomed over everyone almost as much as Spikes had back when he first showed up, easily breaking the fifteen-foot mark and having to bend down in order to get in, having failed to notice the hyper-accessible entrance just a few yards to his side. Despite this, they were nothing if not polite when asking the staff if they could open up a new way for him to enter the building, as he was intending on showing up more often, blushing slightly when the stunned staff member shakily pointed at the massive double doors behind them. Excusing himself, Stahdim nodded away and headed into the locker room, dragging an enormous duffel bag behind him.
The whole gym was left in stunned silence after the sudden appearance of such a massive whatever-they-were; even if they weren't as muscular as Spikes, or in fact as many of the smaller regulars, they were still big enough that everyone knew they were in for a repeat of the draolf's journey… and as much as his friends and acquaintances had grown accustomed to his presence, there was no doubt they weren't at all ready for a second giant to suddenly make themselves known. Many of the tiny ones even looked up at Spikes, probably wondering if he knew who that odd hybrid was, only to receive a shrug before the draolf resumed his workout; he wasn't about to let the appearance of another hyper of a similar caliber change anything about his schedule, though it'd be disingenuous to claim he wasn't already drawing up plans for how to best exploit this new opportunity. After all, this newcomer seemed cute enough, and at that size they could probably do a lot of things that most others couldn't; it'd be a waste not to introduce himself and then see how far he could take things before a line was drawn, fully above board and upfront about it, of course. He'd get his opportunity very soon, as the sounds of heavy footfalls reverberated through the air when the creature walked up from the underground locker rooms, squeezing himself once again through the non-hyper doors, only to look to his side and slap his own forehead at missing the obvious for the second time in under ten minutes. Despite this, they walked up to the nearest plus-sized weights bench, adjusted their shirt and shorts, then went straight to business; no introductions, no waving, not even acknowledging the fact that most of the gym-goers around him were staring directly at them without a hint of shame or social tact… though, given their general attitude and proclivity for perceptiveness, they probably missed this completely.
With Stahdim acting as naturally as someone their size could, the rest of the clientele slowly returned to normal as well, though a few dared to get closer to the newcomer and attempted to introduce themselves to him; they'd be pleasantly surprised when finding a very cheerful young man, eager to shake hands and even more eager to ask for tips, for this was the first time they actually went to a gym at all! Spikes observed from a distance as a few of the personal trainers on the staff's payroll competed with one another for Stahdim's attention, with him politely declining their help and stating he just wanted to "see how things went" for the time being. So, not only did he look adorable, but seemed to have a personality to match; the draolf couldn't help but smile as the newcomer struggled not to look annoyed at the sheer amount of people that were now trying to engage with him, a repeat of what had happened with himself all those months ago. He allowed it to go on for a while, if only because it genuinely amused him to some degree, before dropping the weights he was lifting and getting up; at once, everyone around him took several steps back, an instinctual reaction that was more muscle memory than anything else at that point. Spikes deliberately put more weight than usual into each of his footsteps, making absolutely sure that everyone in the gym could hear them as he approached the newest member of their "family"; the small crowd that had gathered around Stahdim picked up on what was going to happen and stood back as well, though to their surprise, Spikes stopped at a respectable distance from the newcomer.
"Come on guys, give him some room," his voice boomed, shaking the glass in the windows to the outside, "he's new, let's not smother him before he has a chance of getting acquainted, alright?"
Well, if Spikes said it, there wasn't a lot anyone could do about it. He wasn't staff, but he was… well, Spikes; going against whatever the draolf said were the rules was a great way of being put on everyone's shitlist, mostly because he made sure to curtail the worst excesses that came from everyone being so constantly high on testosterone. If anything, despite being the biggest among them, Spikes was probably the gentlest of giants, so much so that his words were enough to get many of those bothering Stahdim to lower their heads and shuffle away, mulling over how they let their enthusiasm get the better of them.
Content with this, Spikes himself sat down on another weights bench and grabbed something he could use to exercise one arm while using the other one to offer a small pat on the back to his newest friend. His smile was toothy, but he tried to make it as inviting as possible; in return, the one he'd just defended from a crowd of admirers gave him a tentative, if shaky grin back, sighing deeply before lying back. There was enough of a distance between the two of them and the rest of the gym-goers that the background music could cover their conversation, giving them some room to chat without being overheard.
"So, what's your name?" Spikes queried.
"Stahdim. And before you ask, no, I'm not a fluffy dragon," the not-fluffy dragon added with a chuckle, "I'm spireborn."
"Can't say I've heard that term before," the draolf admitted.
"Yeah, I don't blame ya… just moved into town last week, and I thought it'd be best to try and work on my body a bit; finding somewhere else to live that could fit me was… stressful" - the spireborn grabbed his belly and gave it a little shake, simultaneously revealing that stress relief was most likely the bigger reason why he was even there at all - "I'm used to people not knowing how to react to me, and normally I would've done something about it, but it's my first day and all, so uh… thought it was best for me not to start shoving people away, you know? I wanna make a good first impression, and having people land flat on their ass doesn't really help with that."
"Speaking from personal experience?"
"Yeah," Stahdim chuckled, "it wasn't on purpose, but some people can get really pushy and I like keeping personal space personal, yaknow? Thanks for helping me out back there."
"Think nothing of it," the draolf replied, tilting his head slightly before smiling once more, "it was just like when I first showed up, everyone just refused to let go of me. You need to set boundaries, or else you'll end up with a bunch of little ones literally crawling around trying to beg you for favors or something like that; when they're not actively worshipping you, that is."
"Not gonna lie, that doesn't all too bad," Stahdim was quick to say, "but can you imagine the trouble you'd get in because of it? Just the petitions alone..."
"Yeah, it's a bitch, not gonna lie… but they're used to it. Excitable, but they'll welcome ya properly after you show up a couple more times."
The two exchanged a quick smile and went back to their routines, preferring to let their muscles do the talking for them. Oddly enough, they felt as if they understood one another far better that way than if they had just sat down to talk; there was a lot that could be gleaned from someone from the way they went about doing things, and everything that the spireborn did just seemed to confirm Spikes' suspicions. There was a certain element of awkwardness to everything they did, and yet it was done with the utmost of confidence and a heaping dose of self-assuredness, though never to the point where it got obnoxious. Stahdim was quick to ask for help if necessary, especially since he wasn't used to hyper-accessible gear, and was just as quick to learn, adapt and come up with better ways to go about doing whatever he wanted to do; all in all, a fantastic addition to the gym, and one that the draolf fully expected to see show up more often.
That said, this didn't preclude him doing what he had initially thought about doing. If anything, giving Stahdim a "proper" welcome only served to maximize the odds of him sticking around for longer than the average customer, and given the sort of size and power he was packing, was there really any doubt that he'd be able to take what the draolf could dish out? Spikes certainly seemed to think he did, given that he stuck by his side and offered to take him out to "see the sights" and introduce him to the town; Stahdim seemed at least partly aware of what was actually being offered, but didn't say anything about it, preferring to nod and tell his newest, biggest friend that he'd be absolutely delighted to take him up on the offer. An hour later, the two were putting every piece of equipment back where it belonged and heading down to the locker room, where the next step in Spikes' plan would either come to fruition in the most glorious of ways or simply not happen all; there would be no middle ground with what he had in mind.
It was no surprise that the draolf was packing a hell of a lot more than the spireborn; not only was the latter smaller in overall stature, but they were also significantly scrawnier compared to the behemoth standing next to them. Thus, the blush that appeared on their face when their exercise partner dropped their shorts and deactivated the compressor field was powerful, but not all-consuming like it usually was with everyone else; they even managed to avoid saying anything about it, which was far more than most of the regulars accomplished. Spikes, however, wanted the comments to start flowing, and very much wanted for Stahdim to pay attention to what he was showing off; to that end, he adopted a very obviously provocative posture, one foot on the floor and another on the bench, before leaning forward in order to truly frame that ground-dragging cock and ponderous pair balls with the rest of his muscular body. The look he gave the spireborn was nothing if not completely out of line, but he did nothing more than that; the ball had been thrown into Stahdim's side of the field, and whatever they did with it was entirely their own decision to make. In fact, if they decided to just look away and pretend like the flirting wasn't happening, Spikes wasn't going to press the issue; it'd be nice if the two of them could get involved, but if that wasn't their want, then the draolf wasn't one to force it.
Fortunately for him, the opposite could not be more true. Though clearly reluctant to do anything at first, it was clear from his expression that Stahdim's hesitation was more based on the suddenness of what Spikes had done than any compunctions he might've had against doing it at all. As soon as the draolf winked at him and let him know that it was, in fact, intentional, the two of them were feeling one another's touch before they even knew it, and the only reason they weren't rolling around on the floor was mostly because of sanitary reasons; horny or not, no one likes athlete's foot. Of course, this did give Spikes a perfect excuse to use the bench for leverage, really putting his cock and balls on display while making it patently clear what he intended the spireborn to do; to his credit, Stahdim practically dove towards that shaft, licking his lips at the prospect of taking something about as long as his own torso down his throat, salivating at the thought that he might be getting a full stuffing as well. The draolf, meanwhile, had to contend with a much tighter throat than he initially anticipated; his newest partner was not only exceedingly good with his tongue, but their whole body seemed to collapse inwards onto his cock, making it feel like it was locked in a vice grip that refused to let go, one that only got worse as soon as Stahdim began to move his head backwards and forwards, the air filling with obscenely wet slurping and borderline gagging noises.
Spikes' hands moved towards Stahdim's head, practically automatically, helping his motions along by slamming it against his base and unceremoniously pulling it back, turning the impromptu blowjob into a full-on facefucking the likes of which he hadn't experienced in years; the spireborn's tongue seemed to coil around his rod, pressing on it from impossible angles, almost vibrating with intensity. This, coupled with the tightness and the sheer eagerness with which his newest partner was throwing himself onto him, made it difficult for the draolf to keep himself contained; what he had initially planned to be a significantly longer endurance test, a true marathon of stamina, burned out as brightly as a supernova, and about as powerfully as one too! The first load blasted out of him quickly enough that Stahdim practically choked on it, and though cum spurted out from his mouth, he refused to move backwards anymore, instead forcing himself to take all of Spikes' cock in order not to waste a single drop.
And what a waste it wasn't; whether it be because of the draolf's unique biology, the spireborn's own nature or a combination of both, it wasn't just the latter's belly getting any bigger. Rather, his entire body seemed to be expanding in every direction, turning him from a large, if inoffensive-looking fluffy little thing, into a smaller-scale replica of his musclebound lover. Biceps bulged out, legs bulked up, his biceps swelled up so much that it took the rest of his body a few seconds just to be able to catch up, and that was without taking into consideration what was happening to that cumgut of his… or rather, a full-on, full-blown muscle gut that the sudden gush of cum was giving him. Like months of workouts being compressed into seconds, all of Stahdim bloated and hardened like a mass-filled balloon, before tightening up just enough to give it the look and feel of being as rock solid as it truly was, chiseled musculature defining itself within moments as the spireborn rose to blow past the twenty foot mark, slowing down until he matched Spikes' height almost to the inch. The cumsplosion continued for as long as it took for Spikes to empty out, by the end of which it became seriously difficult to keep himself in the same spot without toppling over, courtesy of Stahdim having become so colossal that simply pressing himself against the draolf's body was forcing him backwards against the wall; it was no longer the latter filling the former, but the former milking the latter for every last drop, only to then pull back and have their mouth pop off Spikes' tip with a loud smacking sound, licking his lips contentedly as he got uo nearly bump his head against the ceiling.
He was… buff. Certainly buff. Certainly hunky as well, and that pudgy gut he was sporting did nothing to subtract from the overall image; Stahdim could do little more than stand there and admire himself, flexing and squeezing his body in new and inventive ways, just to be able to feel and hear his new muscles creaking and groaning and practically rumbling with their newfound size. There was something nearly fantastical about it, especially given how different it was from his old self barely minutes prior.
Not that Spikes minded, of course.
He wasn't finished, after all.
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Some might say that trying to unlock the secrets to a growth serum that would work one hundred percent of the time on all those it was tried on might constitute insanity, or at the very least an extremely odd views on what science was, but neither of those were enough to dissuade Andy from doing just that. He might not have had the slightest idea of how he'd succeed when he petitioned his faculty for funding in order to conduct research, but his presentation was possessed of such a ludicrous amount of excitement and raw energy that it was impossible not to give him some money… with the condition that he present some measure of successful results within a year's time, without which the entire project would be shut down.
Working mostly alone and out of his office, the fox had his work cut out for him, but he didn't care; just as long as he had that dream alive and well in his mind, that was all he needed, along with some other minor stuff like proper filing and access to high-end laboratory equipment that he absolutely didn't pilfer from one of his rival departments when they weren't looking. Then again, most of his work was theoretical, with the practical applications being few and far between, so it wasn't anything a good scrubbing couldn't resolve; besides, when he finally perfected his formula and showed it to the world, they would thank him for borrowing their equipment, or at least that's how Andy chose to see it.
The deadline was approaching, with only a month or so left for him to show the fruits of his labour off to the university's faculty board, but while those curmudgeonly old farts had sent him email after email making their dissatisfaction with his "lack of results" apparent, Andy himself couldn't be more excited; sure, he hadn't published any papers, nor had he synthesized any volatile concoctions… yet. But it just so happened that spending most of a year slaving over numbers and formulas wasn't the sort of thing one did without something to show for it, and it was with the widest, toothiest grin that the fox suited up and got ready to prepare what would be the first proper prototype solution for the growth serum, the one designed to provoke growth rather than just test a few hypothesis on how to get there. It had taken him so long, cost him so much, but after the centrifuge slowed down and he removed the small vial from within, what he saw wasn't a clear, almost blue-ish liquid; rather, in front of him was a revolution in the biological sciences, far more than just the ability for all of furkind to become bigger versions of themselves at a moment's notice (regulatory agencies notwithstanding).
No, if his formula worked, it would mean that he, and he alone, had unlocked the very secrets of biological editing in a manner that, up until then, had been the exclusive purview of movies and TV series; no more would people have to suffer under the "reality" that genemodding and bodily alteration were something to be expected only in the far future, for they were here now and they could get them at a reasonable price! Already Andy could see the dollar signs pouring from the heavens, practically drooling at the notion that, were his serum to be accepted for general use, then the amount of money rolling his way would border on the downright obscene. However, this did require the serum itself to work, and not just theoretically in a test animal, but in actual practice, with the people it was meant to affect… and lacking any test subjects, there was only one person involved with the project that could serve to verify if the formula worked, the only person who ran the project to begin with: Andy himself.
It was a terrible breach of both professional and scientific ethical standards, not to mention a horrifying transgression in work and safety regulations, but what was he to do? Wait until the ethics board gave the go-ahead to what could be the greatest discovery of all of medical history? No, he had to give that serum a try, and if it just so happened to be toxic, he'd have to deal with it and move on.
Preparing the syringe with which to deploy the substance was almost akin to a religious ritual, something possessed of a grand degree of importance, the first step towards a brand new world, one that he himself had constructed from naught but his own determination and sheer, unbridled idealism. Even if it didn't work, it was a solid foundation from which to build future solutions, and if it did… well, if it worked, then that'd be it. He would have found the answer, and it lay there, on the palm of his hand, ready to be injected into his bloodstream. With a sigh, Andy rolled up his sleeve, preemptively disinfecting the injection area, and after moving himself in front of a mirror to best admire any potential changes, he stuck the needle in and pushed down on the plunger; within moments, the substance had been injected, and the only thing left was to wait… so he did.
He stood there, staring at his reflection for what felt like hours, waiting for something, anything to happen; be it a rise in temperature, a sudden tightness, hell, even mild discomfort after a certain point would've been a godsend, anything but nothing, anything but the cruel, merciless sting of failure after he had gotten his hopes up so much. If it did nothing, the only thing he could realistically take out of the experience would be not to hype it up so much in his own mind, that he wouldn't crash as hard on the inevitable way down; alas, as the seconds passed and nothing changed, the more Andy came to believe that his first experiment had been a complete failure, and that, despite his best intentions, the growth serum formula would need refinements.
At least, that is, until he took his shirt off; it was a last-ditch effort, and wasn't originally intended to reveal any changes so much as it was him putting his body on as full of a display as he could without inching into indecency. He hadn't expected to lay eyes on a perfectly chiselled six-pack, nor did he ever hope to see a pair of pectorals so rock-hard that, when he brought himself to push a finger into them, the skin refused to budge; it was as if his head had been placed on an entirely different torso, that of a future Andy that had spent months working out at a gym for several hours a day, and yet, as he ran his fingers across his form, he couldn't help but recognize that it was, indeed, his own body, that it was his chest that had become something akin to a sculpted wonder, and that, against his initial suspicions, the growth serum had worked!
The victorious scream he let out was heard through the entirety of his side of the faculty building, with most of the people there over the weekend lifting their heads a few inches upwards out of idle curiosity before returning to whatever task they had been busying themselves with before then; how little did they know that, just a short walk away, their colleague had discovered the secrets to perfection, approached divinity in a bottle… and had done so in a way that could be repeated. That alone stood out as being of extreme importance to the fox, who after spending a good ten minutes massaging his muscles, came to the understanding that all he really needed was a bigger dose of something that he had both the materials and know-how to produce in large quantities.
'Twas with a larger grin than usual that Andy put his shirt back on, intent on heading to the nearest laboratory to "acquire" more samples for his research, only to then immediately realize that something was off about it; the shirt itself still fit over his shoulders, but as he tried to pull it all the way down, it refused to cover as much of him as it used to, and in fact felt significantly tighter than it just had a couple of minutes before. The explanation was obvious, the titillation for it even more so, but Andy nonetheless awaited the inevitable before drawing any conclusions, though mostly just because he wanted to see if what he was hoping would happen would in fact take place.
"Come on now, don't be shy," he mused aloud, wondering perhaps if this would be enough to get the serum to start working properly, "you can grow, it's alright."
It may have taken longer than he expected, an excruciatingly uncomfortable ten or so minutes where the pressure he felt his attire exerting over him yet won out over his body's attempts at breaking free, but no sooner had the fox thought of it in those terms than an invisible threshold was crossed, and his clothes were no more. Ten minutes whereby the seams on his pants tore themselves apart, loudly groaning as the fabric was ripped to pieces, ten minutes where he could feel his body growing in every direction, ten minutes where the raw power of the growth serum coursed through him, letting the fox know in no uncertain terms that he had discovered something magnificent, truly worthy of the divine qualities he ascribed to it.
Ten minutes, at the end of which came one final release, where Andy, head thrown back and mouth open in a growl-turned-roar that very nearly shook the glass in his office window off its frame, burst forth from his constricting attire, which in a single moment was transformed from an increasingly-strained collection of tattered strips into tiny wisps of what had once been clothing, floating towards the ground around a body so glorious that no single mirror could fully reflect its glory.
"Yes!" he bellowed 'midst his savage rumbling, "Yes! Fuck yes, it works! Give me more, give me everything, give me more!"
With the roar dying down, and Andy opening his eyes properly for the first time since his true metamorphosis had begun, the budding giant could take stock of the effects the serum had on him, even if he had to give himself a patdown in order to do so; his personal mirror, once perfectly serviceable, had become so tiny that at best it provided a decent view of his abs alone, and not even the full breadth of them! Such was his might that, as he approached the reflective surface with the intent of grabbing it off the wall, his steps were enough to shake the entire room, and quite certainly alert the entire building to the fact that something was dreadfully wrong… or dreadfully right, as the case may be, for surely they wouldn't be so thickheaded as to fail to recognize perfection when it stared down at them.
Then again, if they did, it'd be simple enough to get some sense into them: just pick them up and rub their faces along his pecs, maybe even drop them on that pillar of cockmeat he just realized he had down there; goodness, it really had taken wing and flown far beyond even the rest of his body! Andy was left flabbergasted that he hadn't yet realized just how heavy his package had become, especially since it hadn't yet reached the floor properly and hung pendulously from between his legs; if he had to give it a guess, his dick was most likely about half as long as his torso was, and thicker than even his considerably buffed-up biceps, with a set of balls underneath it that were, to put it lightly, positively gigantic. Just about the only negative he could think of was how his regular love life was effectively over, as all of his lovers henceforth would need to be of a much, much larger size to even think of being able to handle him; thankfully, he had his growth serum to help resolve that, the magic juice that would fix all of his problems and leave everyone he met so much better than they were before… at least, after he had his fill.
"Hmm… could do with a bit more. Could do with a lot more, actually, now that I think about it," the fox mumbled to himself, scratching his chin, "could do with a little more fine-tuning I think. Maybe improve on the protein polymerization…"
It was an interesting thought to have, but Andy couldn't help but shake it off: the notion that he wasn't yet done with his growth, and that others really would just have to wait. Though he'd begun the project as a means of extending this very same ascension to all those willing to take it, now that he'd gone through it, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that maybe he should stop being such a selfless, altruistic god-in-the-making and just focus on himself for a change, that he should stop trying to change the world for five minutes and look inwards for what he wanted to do.
And it just so happened that, at that exact moment, what Andy wanted to do was grow larger, more powerful, bulkier, buffer, more imposing, until the whole building crumbled around him and he became something far more than a mere mortal. If anyone wanted a taste of the serum, he would still be more than happy to give it to them, provided they were willing to pay him back in the one coin that he actually cared for: worship. For he, after all, was a burgeoning god, a deity of pure size and mass, and as one, he figured he deserved to be given praise for all of his hard work; it wasn't every day that a soul ascended to the pantheons in the heavens through their own personal accomplishments, so for him to have become such an Adonis-like demigod was surely enough of a reason to expect others around him to recognize his divinity.
Besides, even if they didn't, the next dose of enhancer formula would most likely shatter any illusions that bystanders might still have about who was in charge there, doubly so considering Andy was already thinking of ways to increase its potency. With his head held high, he walked out of his office, not even bothering with the door as he barrelled through the wall, showering the corridor outside with rubble and plaster just as a couple of researchers were walking past, hoping to find out what had happened to cause such a commotion; they would be the first to witness the glory of their new god, as the vulpine emerged from the obstructive cloud of dust to reveal a perfect, pristine, unmarred form, resplendent in the light pouring in from the windows lining one of the walls. Though it most likely was shock, Andy chose to interpret the stunned silence as a form of admiration, a tacit admission that those two tiny, inconsequential doctorate holders were indeed ready to declare him their new deity, even if they couldn't put two words together. With a smile, he performed a short bow before turning around and heading towards the stairs, leaving his newest supplicants to try and process just what they had seen, and deciding on whether or not it had actually happened.
The same could be said for Andy, whose mind was so flooded with chemicals designed to set off his reward system that he had a hard time really coming to grips with the fact that what he was experiencing was, in fact, very real, and not just a figment of his overtaxed imagination; every second he spent being more alive than he ever did was confirmation, sure, but there was something about the whole thing that left him feeling like he had knocked his head on the side of his table and this entire sequence of events had been his dying dream. Even if that were true though, there was no point in not enjoying it to its fullest, especially if he was on a timer, though little did the fox know just how wrong he was in assuming that his current state wasn't cold, hard reality; he'd find out soon enough, after his brain clicked the pieces in place well enough for him to realize it had to be happening, but up until then, the world at large still had at least one line of defence against the burgeoning fox god.
The laboratories downstairs, alas, did not, and a couple of short minutes after Andy's first growth spurt they would be the second victim in the giant's rampage, their walls not so much being torn down as simply crumbling underneath his unrelenting advance. Luckily, there was no one inside, which just so happened to work perfectly for the fox's plans, because he wasn't intending on holding back with the amount of material he wanted to borrow; in fact, he had long since stopped seeing it as "borrowing" and far more a case of "investing", as surely no one would care once he revealed to the world what his genius was capable of.
So what if he exhausted the university's stocks of some of their most valuable, expensive chemicals? So what if he emptied out entire shelves, bringing the beakers and refrigerated containers onto a work table that he might put his skills to good use? Once the whole building was torn down by his ascension towards full divinity, they would thank him for being so generous as to gift them all his body for them to see; in comparison, a bunch of stuff that could easily just be purchased again seemed like such a silly thing to worry about, doubly so considering that the purveyors of said materials would most likely be happy to provide them free of charge once Andy requested it. Who could deny a god, after all?
The work began in earnest, with the vulpine preparing another dose of the growth serum while simultaneously applying the modifications he had hastily thought of; there was a good chance they wouldn't actually work, and in fact would result in nothing more than a "dud" formula, but Andy liked his odds, especially since his thinking seemed to be a lot clearer than it used to be. Obviously, this had to be the result of the serum not just making him bigger, but smarter as well, or at least more capable of taking his already-existing resources and refining them further, since he had devised the compound before first injecting it to begin with; therefore, it only made sense that this new, improved version of the compound would not only be much stronger, but it would unlock further areas of his brain for further upgrades, giving him the mental capacity to kickstart a vicious cycle of self-modification that could only end in disaster for all involved… at least until he resolved to give them all a shot of the serum as well, and then everyone would be as gods, just like him!
That is, after he was done with himself, which, given his mindset, might take a while; Andy had become insatiable, so much so that when he placed an ampoule with the second-generation formula inside a hypospray injector, not only was it much larger in terms of volume, but it was also thicker, denser, and containing far more of the active ingredients than the prototype version. The giant vulpine could only imagine what the results would be once he dosed himself up with it, thoughts that raged within his head as he pricked the side of his arm… and almost instantly, the hypospray itself was completely shattered. The contents of it were injected in very short order, quick enough that only a small fraction of them were wasted, but the effects were nonetheless far more powerful than even Andy's wildest, most unrealistic expectations.
It was as if someone had hooked an air pump to his arm, with it bulging out with so much additional muscle mass that it not only looked like it belonged on the body of a much larger creature, but felt like it as well; all the fox could do was watch as its sheer weight pulled it down and utterly wrecked the table it happened to fall upon, all while his bulk continued to multiply until his left arm alone was probably about as heavy (and large) as the rest of his body combined… at least until the effects began to spread. A torrent of mass poured into Andy's chest, filling him up at such a fast rate that all he could manage was to blurt out a hurried "Oh god!" before his voice was stuck in his throat and he was left unable to do anything but roar like a mindless animal; the infusion continued, spreading to his other arm, his legs, his paws, his neck as well as it threatened to envelop his head before pulling it upwards instead, his entire form multiplying upon itself as its weight grew beyond the floor's ability to hold it.
He was lucky that he wasn't upstairs, or he would've crashed straight down to the ground below, especially considering how even the solid foundation of the building struggled to hold him without cracks appearing wherever he stepped. By the time his size stabilized, Andy found that his incredibly broad back was pushed firmly against the ceiling, hunched over as he had deliberately tried not to break through it, while the rest of his body had reached a point of such muscular perfection that he couldn't even move without some part of it rubbing against another… to say nothing of how his nuts were dangling dangerously close to the floor and his cock had grown to be about as long as his torso was, something he was going to have to do something about. But that wasn't enough, was it?
"N-No, this can't be it. This can't be it!" he shouted, once more rattling the glass in the windows, "No, I need more, I need more!"
It was a command, a demand, but also begging, as the fox began to realize that his second growth spurt, though leaving him an utter giant of a man, hadn't been nearly as explosive as he would've hoped. But that was easily fixed, or at least he hoped it would be… it would have to be, because he so willed it, and as the new god of that world, then that meant that his will must be done. And his will, at that point, was to grow-
"Bigger!" he ordered, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Bigger, damnit! I'm not done! I'm not fucking done, I can't be done! More!"
The yelling was heard throughout the building, utterly terrifying anyone that hadn't already been made aware of what was happening in the laboratories; not that Andy cared that much, seeing as his main concern was, and always had been as far as he cared, outgrowing everything around him. Any sort of life or existence in which this hadn't been his top priority seemed to be so far in the past as to be utterly irrelevant, with the only remotely important thing being for him to get bigger, always bigger, ever more imposing and domineering, even if this meant having to crash through everything in his path. But for that, he had to grow, and seeing as his body seemed unwilling to go along with this, then he'd just have to fix that himself, by demanding that it follow his instructions. They might say that the mind was a plaything of the body, but in the fox's case, he was determined to make it so the opposite was true, even if he had to bring himself to the very edge of reason to do so.
"I'm not done yet!" Andy continued to bellow, "Grow, damn you!"
He punctuated this command by punching the wall nearest to him, which in practical terms meant shoving his fist straight through a few inches of concrete like it was made out of wet tissue paper… and in the process, setting off a shockwave that travelled from the impact zone all the way down his arm, leaving it substantially thicker in the process, before finally stopping near his chest; a few seconds later, the extra mass redistributed itself along the rest of his form, leaving Andy slightly larger overall, and in possession of the final piece of the puzzle needed for him to deliberately kickstart his own ascension properly.
This was what he needed, not just confirmation that he could make himself grow, but the method through which such a thing was possible: sheer, raw effort. He didn't really understand how it was supposed to make sense, just that it did somehow, thus the only thing needed of him was to flex and let nature take its course; after all, if he placed his body under stress, it was only natural that it should seek to improve itself in order to better deal with it, which in turn led to it growing bigger, stronger, bulkier… yeah, that scanned, in an incredibly insane, entirely sci-fi sort of way, which was frankly the way everything had progressed up until that point, so why bother looking a gift horse in the mouth? Best to just keep flexing, keep feeling as the pressure mounted, keep experiencing the multiplication of muscle mass as it built on itself, expanding outwards in an unending, ceaseless expansion that would soon bring the entire building down around him.
"That's right… th-that's right!" Andy managed to mumble, his voice just barely under his control as he tried to externalize even a fraction of what he was feeling at that moment, "That's right, that's how it's supposed to go! That's how it's supposed to go!"
The last word was drawn out, the "o" extended past its natural shelf life until it simply degraded into a yelp-turned-yowl-turned-roar once more, for once masked by the sound of something far noisier: the entirety of the floor above him crashing down on his back. It was inevitable, given that the fox's whole form had bulged outwards to such a degree that nothing could feasibly stop it from breaking out of its cocoon. In between a set of shoulders broad enough that Andy could probably lift an entire truck with very little difficulty, a pair of legs as thick as the trunks of trees and two arms of such girth that it was impressive the fox could even so much as move them around, everything worked together in such perfect harmony that really, the only way things could progress was by having Andy shed his old life in the most destructive way possible. Thus, when he felt the ceiling collapse and break up into chunks, when he heard the distant screams of whoever's office he had just broken through, the process of exponential ascension truly began; destroying a single floor on a single building was naught but the proof of concept, and much like he'd gone from a prototype serum into the god-maker concoction he was currently affected by, so too would he quickly maneuver his way from wrecking part of a building to the entirety of one.
And how fitting, then, that he should destroy the one place filled with people who doubted him, who spoke ill of him behind his back, who believed him unable to so much as heat up a beaker properly, let alone do anything of worth. How fitting that they would all see him emerge from within a place that would no longer be necessary, raging and roaring and baring his chest to the world at large, shaking the very earth each time he opened his mouth to let loose a quake-inducing growl. And how fitting, as well, that such images served as perfect fuel for the fire, flashing by in Andy's head, showing him what it would be like when he finally gave himself up to the very flames of creation, allowing himself to be rebirthed in their glory. He smiled, a toothy grin that was far more predatory than it was inviting, as he pushed his body outwards once again, and again, and again, more and more space taken up, more of his faculty's structural frame left in absolute shambles.
"Yes, yes!" he once again shouted at the top of his voice, expelling air in such vast quantities that it would utterly flatten anyone standing in front of him, "More! Bow before me! Worship your god!"
Commands issued with the utmost sincerity, and as such, reality would provide. As the building crumbled around him, as Andy raced towards the heavens above, as his body quite literally gained feet in everything every heartbeat, his form could no longer be contained by something as simple as corridors or rooms, and thus, he'd soon find himself staring at the clear blue sky, sun blazing, its rays making him shine as sweat poured down his perfect form. All around him, little ones scattered in every direction, hoping to get enough distance between themselves and the burgeoning giant, only to have some part of their minds tell them to look back, to see what had caused such a commotion in its full, exposed glory… and once they did, there would be no saving them, for a single look was all it took.
One look at Andy, the giant, the vulpine god, resplendent in the sunlight, taller than a skyscraper and as wide as a city block, still growing, still roaring, shaking the very foundations of existence by his genius and willpower alone… one look and they were smitten, utterly unable to even so much as question the divinity of the creature they were seeing. So of course they would worship him.
What else would they do?
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Nothing could've prepared Aleksi for actually finding someone who she'd want to give the time of day to at a bar of all places; the only reason the lizardess was there was because the drinks were cheap on account of her having a pair of tits, so for her to run into another one of her kind who seemed to be not only genuinely interested in getting to know her, but also possessed of more functioning brain cells than could be counted on one hand, was one hell of a surprise. The two hit it off entirely by accident when their drinks got mixed up by the bartender, and from there it only took a few minutes before they adjourned to one of the couches set up in the "quiet corner" of the bar, separated from the dance floor by a wall just thick and insulated enough that they needn't worry about the obnoxiously loud music.
They were alone in there for the night; not that the spot was ever used much, as most people would rather visit a restaurant if they wanted to eat out, but the snacks on offer were legitimately good, and the seats comfortable enough that both Aleksi and Karl could sink into them for a few moments before making the obligatory "peace and quiet" comments. From there, the route things took was obvious, yet necessary: both of them asking the other what "someone like them" was doing at a "place like that", exchanging platitudes over it being affordable, and slowly coming to the realization that they had a lot more in common with one another than they first realized. Neither of the two lizards could've ever expected things to have taken such a good turn, and this went double for Aleksi once she began feeling the effects of being exposed to that hunk of a man, in due time.
They were easy to ignore at first, easy to pass off as just the alcohol clouding her judgement (despite the fact she barely had any), but it became hard to pretend like it wasn't happening when Karl himself drew attention to it, albeit in a roundabout manner: he made passing comments over the "malleability of the body", and how all it took was "wanting it" hard enough for change to come… before dispensing with the pleasantries and making it obvious by deliberately teasing Aleksi about how gorgeously curvaceous she was, prompting her body to slim down in response. It felt impossible, and most certainly should be, but no sooner had those words reached her ears than the lizardess' thighs thickened just enough for her to feel her already-tight pants push against her even more, for her bust to swell to the point where it was left spilling from her bra, her ass muffin-topping from the top of her jeans as well.
She sat there, listening to Karl complimenting her, and for every word that he produced, every comment, every errant thought, Aleksi felt her own form react accordingly, the teasing provoking a physical reaction as much as it did a psychological one. Even if it didn't do the former, she still wouldn't have stopped it; there was something special about having someone swoon over her the way Karl was, to have someone list, in excruciating detail, everything they adored about her. It made her feel appreciated, pretty even, wanted… and the fact that the words just added to it, turning her into even more of a bombshell in the process, was the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae. She didn't even bother hiding how much she was enjoying it, her arms and legs tense as she did her best not to let them writhe around too much, her mouth stuck open as she unashamedly moaned as a means of externalizing the raw bliss she was experiencing; Aleksi felt every extra ounce of mass deposited on her, coming from absolutely nowhere as it gave her thicker legs or a fatter ass or a more ample bust, whatever Karl decided to talk about at any given time.
It was clear the young man was enjoying it at least as much as Aleksi herself was, given his tone gradually shifted from merely teasing to one that would be far more at home behind locked doors; it took a while before the lizardess realized that it didn't just sound like Karl was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, he really was doing so. In between the growing and slowly bursting from her clothes, Aleksi failed to realize that her suitor for the night was on top of her until one of his hands was sunk into an asscheek and the other was indiscriminately rubbing a belly that had grown surprisingly pudgy amidst all the other, far more sexualized changes the lizardess had gone through.
Of course, by that point, she wasn't going to complain, much less push him aside; magic words that made her grow and a lover who knew how to use their hands to maximum effect? Why, she couldn't have asked for a better night out if she tried; hell, her one reaction was to grab the poor guy's collar and pull him closer, getting a yelp out of them when they felt themselves having their head pushed into a cleavage that so desperately wanted to break free from the shirt it was being held in. No words were needed, or indeed exchanged, only a single look of utmost, endless hunger on Aleksi's part, followed by a long, throaty moan once she felt those greedy fingers of his sink deeper into the softness of her rear, the other hand descending to provide much the same service to one of her thighs.
This left Karl's head to satisfy Aleksi's needs up above, which obviously meant placing his chin atop the lizardess' bust so he could quietly tell her everything that she deserved, everything that she should be, everything that her body was destined to become… and, in the process, begin ripping through the poor clothes that Aleksi was wearing, who after a valiant struggle against the burgeoning of flesh and scale from within, had finally begun to lose the battle against a lizardess who just kept getting bigger. Not that she minded; the sound and sensations that came with tearing her clothes up from sheer size were such that she had to be careful not to moan so loudly that the rest of the bar heard her, which wasn't exactly made easy when she eventually realized her ass had grown so much that she was stuck in her seat… at least until she broke free from it at some point in the near future.
Meanwhile, Karl just kept on going, kept telling her all the things she wanted to hear, all the delicious details that made it explicit just how much he absolutely adored every inch of her, and how many more inches there should be if only she would accept his gift. All Aleksi could do was nod mindlessly, not even thinking about the very real possibility that she might be entering a contract with some demonic lust being; in her mind, the only important thing was growing, becoming bigger and thicker and larger and more imposing and so much more, again and again until the seams on her pants began to open, and the area of her shirt directly above her cleavage was torn apart, revealing the soft, light-green scales underneath. It was the perfect opportunity for her to unceremoniously stuff Karl's muzzle in there, with Aleksi ready to sacrifice part of her growth if it meant she could finally, for once in her life, feel what it was like to drown someone in marshmallow.
It also just so happened to give her an opening to do some exploration of her own; as much as she lacked the transformative powers of her little boytoy, she was still bigger than him (even if through his actions to begin with), giving her close-to free rein over his body… and what she wanted out of that was to get his shirt off to expose the hardened pecs and abs underneath, a physical form that was sure to have been chiseled by vocabulary rather than by physical training. What she wanted was to surreptitiously move her hands down Karl's pants, revealing to her that the absence of a bulge was most likely a trick of perspective and loose fabric, because that cock was something else. Her face lit up, cheeks blushing at the mere thought of being able to play around with a shaft that massive, a moan forming in her throat, growing stronger as her hand indiscriminately groped and kneaded a dick far too big for her to have been capable of taking before being improved upon by its owner; perhaps that was the point, and the changes wrought to her body were just an excuse to get her to reach a size that she could use to ride that monster without being broken in half herself, and if that were the case… well, why not go further still?
It was only natural to have that reaction, even if Aleksi still intellectually knew that she lacked the ability to follow through with it; as much as she wanted to be capable of willing a cock bigger, that was just impossible, at least for her. Karl might be capable of it, but Karl was still too busy having his face stuffed inside of her cleavage, an appointment that would keep him occupied for the foreseeable future. The lizardess only had herself, herself and the one hand she was using to eagerly stroke a shaft that she desperately, desperately wanted to be larger than it already was; to be fair, it wasn't as if it was lacking in potential, since really, it clearly wasn't even at half-mast when she got her hands on it. Only the gods knew how exactly the other lizard managed to keep himself from developing a full hard-on when he spent such a long time teasing size out of her and then proceeded to sink his hands into a body of his own making, but the fact of the matter was that Karl's cock was still hardening even after a good half a minute or so of Aleksi openly fondling it, inching down the man's pant leg until it reached the knee and just kept going.
It grew increasingly thicker as well, its veiny surface pushing against the cloth hiding it until the outline of it finally became visible; it was around this time that Karl let loose his first moan, presumably having reached a point where even his stupendous stamina wasn't enough to let him resist. He was obviously skilled at keeping his arousal under control, which only left Aleksi trembling with even more excitement when she realized she'd broken through his mental defences and hit them right where it "hurt" the most; Karl's body was hot to the touch, almost sizzling really, with sweat pouring profusely down his brow as his dick continued to pack on inch after inch, most likely the result of ample self-modification. Aleksi wouldn't have found it odd if her little fuckbuddy for the night had spent a significant amount of time altering the very way their form worked, such that an already-prodigious rod had the potential to grow to even more absurd sizes; at no point did it occur to her that maybe she had an effect on it, that maybe her own body, being coursed through with currents of whatever phantom force had allowed her to grow, had managed to affect the person responsible for the growth in the first place.
Instead, all she could think of was how that shaft she was holding had somehow gotten over halfway down Karl's leg, how it was thicker than said leg, and how much she wanted to see it burst clean from the man's pants, just like her own frame was begging to be set free. In fact, it would be a perfect way of moving onto the next step: her lover's cock, fattened to the point where it tore open the lizard's clothes, resulting in her own body undergoing an arousal-induced growth spurt that not only wrecked everything she was still wearing, but managed to do so to the upholstery as well. After all, her ass was already lodged in her seat, so surely it shouldn't take much effort for it to break the whole couch down completely, either through raw size or by flattening it underneath a mounting, impossible amount of weight. Either-or, really, she wouldn't mind… though it did require her to pull the poor lad from within her cleavage, which Aleksi had to chalk up as a necessary sacrifice for a better pay-off down the line.
It still took a while in between her letting go of Karl's head and Karl actually yanking himself from within the softness of the lizardess' bust, at which point he took a long, almost exaggeratedly deep breath before once again collapsing onto her, that time around with his head sideways to her cleavage. If anyone were to look, they might conceivably be convinced that the poor guy had just run a marathon from just how heavily they were gasping, but Aleksi knew better; it was an act, part of the narrative that the two of them were constructing, one that required her to be the dominant, enormous lizardess to the small and "defenseless" little liz boytoy, even if the power dynamic between the two was… muddled, to say the least.
One could say that Karl still held all the cards in his hand, but at the same time, he had just spent several minutes with his head firmly stuck inside someone else's tits, all while their cock was stroked and kneaded to the point where it was ready to burst free from the pants barely holding it back. One could make the argument that Aleksi was only the way that she was because Karl had ordained it, but, at the same time, Aleksi was that way now, and could very much use all that extra size to lord over the much smaller lizard on her lap. So why not do it? Why not grab the back of his head once again, staring him in the face for a couple of seconds as he half-heartedly begged not to be pushed back into marshmallow before moving him forward instead, pressing the two of them into a kiss?
It was the least that Aleksi could do to someone who'd given her the body of her dreams, to someone who could still give her more… and it just so happened to also give her a perfect opportunity to shove her hands back down the guy's pants and see if she couldn't force the issue by having his cock grow just enough to rip through the seams still keeping it in place. At no point did she consider the possibility that she might've actually been having a direct impact on Karl's size, not even when the tearing began in earnest and the lizardess delighted in hearing her lover's pants being ripped to shreds from within; all she cared about was the girth, and, simultaneously, the oddly intense passion behind the kiss the two of them were still sharing. It was hot, hotter than any other that Aleksi had experienced before, and quite literally at that: the warmth she felt as a result of all the physical changes to her body had spread upwards, leaving her somewhat confused as to what was happening until she noticed that she was feeling more and more of Karl's muzzle as time went on.
While initially she believed it was a case of her lips having moved upwards thanks to her own lack of attention, it soon became clear that it was more so a matter of her lips growing as well, plumping up into two lovely pillows with each smooch, each obscenely loud slurp, each time the two's tongues met; before long, Aleksi was left with a set of smoochers big enough to actually take the monster growing underneath her attentive care, soft to the point where she could hear and feel Karl moaning whenever she truly pressed forwards onto him, bathing him in her love and affection. Really, when the kiss was broken, the one thing Aleksi could do was bring her free hand over to her lips, her whole body struck by a jolt of electricity as she not only noticed how enormous they'd become, but how sensitive they were as well; easily big enough to take up a significant chunk of the front of her muzzle as well, the nerves flared to the point where a single touch was enough to get her to rub her legs together in an effort to externalize all the very horny energy provided… and she wanted more.
In fact, she could get more, and there was nothing that Karl could do to stop her, not after turning her into the behemoth that she was then; it was stupendously easy for her to move her hands down and grab hold of the lizard's sides, even easier for her to lift him at just the right moment where his cock was finally freed from its prison. Little Karl was left helpless as his dick dangled down enticingly, right in front of a pair of eyes that saw nothing but the perfect source of entertainment for the next several hours; the two cumtanks behind it were quite large, which could only mean that the lizard had prepared for such an eventuality by giving himself enough endurance to go for several rounds… and if they hadn't, Aleksi would just make him go through them anyway, because what mattered at that point was doing something about the colossal need to get off that she felt at the time.
One climax wouldn't be enough, not even in her enhanced state; indeed, it was precisely because of her body being the way that it was that Aleksi knew for a fact that having one load pumped into her wouldn't even begin to scratch the itch she had, so much so that before she did anything at all, there were orders that had to be handed out.
"I want you to start talking," she commanded Karl, "I want you to start talking and not stop until I tell you to. I want you to tell me everything you've told me so far, and I want more of it. Are we clear?"
Karl looked terrified for a moment, before the expression melted away into one that could charitably described as being the face of a man who had just arrived at the pearly gates and been shown their personal heaven; a confusing mixture, but one whose major component was made obvious when the lizard performed a mock salute, prompting Aleksi to roll her eyes before unceremoniously stuffing her muzzle directly into the base of her lover's cock. She stayed there until Karl got the right idea and finally lifted that beast upwards, giving the lizardess enough wiggle room to bring her pillowy lips over to the already-leaking tip to give it a big, sloppy kiss… right before pushing her head forward and taking as much of it into herself as she could. It was something beyond divine, beyond her ability to describe it really, and it was only made better by how loudly Karl yelped when he felt the very smoochers he helped make slam against his groin, the full length of his shaft enveloped by soft lizardess on every side.
For Aleksi herself, the true pleasure came not from this simple gesture, but from when her boytoy finally tried fighting through the haze of pleasure he was stuck in and mumbled something about sizes and thickness, managing a few confused words before having to shake his head in order to regain a certain semblance of coherence in his thoughts. It would take a while, not helped by how Aleksi had begun to move her head to service his shaft, but Karl did eventually find it in himself to start teasing the giantess once again, even if he had to keep it simple and, at times, monosyllabic. In the end though, the changes were wrought once more, and that was what mattered; the smaller reptile might have only wanted some minor modifications, but if his partner for the night wanted to go all in with the bodymodding, who was he to say no? It barely even mattered that the extra mass was permanent until he decided otherwise, because really, why would Aleksi ever want to be smaller? Why would she want her breasts or rear to shrink, when they could burgeon outwards, becoming softer and more inviting as the rest of her continued to rise upwards until the ceiling was dangerously close? It was so easy to describe, so easy to sell to her…
… so why should he ever stop? There were always other bars they could go to.
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(Fusion / Merge, multiple species)
Franklin was happy at first when he was doing a bit of landscaping on his property and uncovered some ancient magic relics. Sure magic was still a thing in his world and not exactly rare, but this relic was extremely old and used an extremely outdated rudementary magic, and would be worth a good chunk of cash for its historical value alone. It was a hematite(unrefined iron) ring with several tiny fired clay figures with hematite bases. Franklin knew nothing about magic, he was just a simple rancher after all. His wife Samantha was pretty good with spells though, and still she recognised none of the many runes etched on these items, making them all the more facinating.
The trouble started when Sam put the ring on in an attempt to figure out what it did. On its own it didn't seem to do anything, but she started to feel funny when she tried to pick up one of the figures while wearing it. She became quite absentminded and horny, and her clit became unusually engorged. She went to take care of that problem, on her own since Franklin was out tending the animals at the time, but the more she flicked the bean the more it started to look like a beanstalk. Swelling up larger, longer, and pointier, her clit evolved as she frantically toyed with it and turned into a dick. So distracted by that and the new sensations, she did not even notice her ears become big and pointed, and fur growing in several places as her clothing started to not fit right(granted it was only half on and dissheveled anyway). By the time Franklin returned to the house she was almost entirely a dog- a MALE dog. The clay figure she tried to pick up was of a male dog as well, which must have caused it. One could reasonably assume that if she tried to pick up the female human figure with the ring on, she would revert. There was several problems with that though, starting with; there is no female human figure. At least not yet- it existed, but Franklin hadn't found it yet, it was still burried. The other problem was that in her hormone driven haze, Sam realised at least that she was quickly turning into a dog, and in a futile attempt to try to prevent her change she slipped the ring off and put it on her cock. She somehow expected the ring to prevent the phallus from fully growing, but her cock overwhelmed it, shattering the brittle material as it grew too big. So...now they had no ring either, her dick broke it. Which also meant the magic the ring was shaping is now inside of her, and no longer properly shaped. So now it was anyone's guess what the magic would do- its entirely unstable.
Franklin looked nervously at the figures on the table and the collected ring fragments trying to think of a solution, but knew nothing about magic. It was an emberassing thought of him trying to wander around town asking for someone who knew magic to help his now male wife become human and female again. And her mind seemed to devolve with her form, so how would he even get her there? A leash of some sort? Did he really have to walk his wife like a mut? She still responded to her name, so she was clearly still Sam in there, but she just tilted her head whenever he started talking about things. In this form she couldn't understand most of the words he was saying. Her big new dick wasn't returning to its sheath either. Sam kept trying to grab onto his leg with her front legs to grind her shaft on him.
"Sam, stop it, this is serious, we have no idea how to handle this, and even you couldn't figure this out and you actually know magic." She ignored his words and hugged his leg again, causing him to lightly kick her off. "Sam! No. Samantha..."
When he used her full name her ears tucked back and she bowed her head a bit. He seen yet another tiny shard of the ring on the floor again when he turned, but bending down to grab it turned out to be a mistake. As soon as Franklin bent over Sam jumped foward and grabbed his pants in her maw, yanking them down with a swift motion. He called at her in protest but couldn't stand back up with his pants bunched up at his shins and her standing on his lower legs. He winced as he felt her cold wet nose on his rump and then gasped at her tongue as she licked his butt several times. He gathered himself enough to shout at her again but before he could she jumped up onto his lower back and abruptly rammed her red rocket in! Never having done anal before, her aggressive entry hurt very breifly, but then felt good as it rubbed close to his prostate. Feeling like it was futile to resist at this point Franklin just remained on all fours and leg her go, hoping she would finally settle down after. Her quick, shallow thrusts started to feel better and better though. The pleasure radiated out to parts that had never felt that way before. He then noticed something strange when she stopped thrusting but he could still feel it as if she was. Her muscles reacted as if she was trying to thrust, and he still felt the pleasure surge as if she was, but she wasn't actually moving at all anymore. When he looked down he was horrified to see why- she was fused to him!
Her legs were partially melted into his, their scrotums seemed to be stuck together, and her crotch was burried in his ass farther than what should have been physically possible. That is why the pleasure kept radiating farther and farther out within his hips- additional nerves were being created and connected, all the nerves that were in her genitals and crotch were now his. His fear and panic told his dick it was time to stop, but the ever growing pleasure kept it hard in spite of everything. It almost felt as if her dick was pushing up inside of his from behind, stuffing itself in his shaft. Once the sensation fully reached the tip and the two were fully mingled together, his cock started to bloat up. Sam obviously couldn't comprehend any of this as a dog, and only tried to push herself back so she could ram his ass harder. As soon as she tried to push herself off his back her front paws instead fell into his lower back and vanished like his skin had been made of putty! The more she struggled the more he writhed with the feeling of her mass being added to his, and she sunk deeper and deeper into him. Trying to push deeper into him her legs vanished into his entirely, and even more of her hips. Trying to draw forward sunk her arms in and her chest fused with his ass. Franklin couldn't concentrate on anything and could do nothing but moan and squirm from all the feelings. His cock got longer and much, much thicker and his balls grew almost twice the size as his scrotum darkened and developed fur, and the start of a sheath. His legs changed proportions, losing a bit of length in the shins but gaining a lot of length on the foot as his legs became digitigrade. Poor Sam, still oblivious to the problem vanished into him almost entirely, and his entire backside felt like it was reforming. Finally unable to take it anymore, Franklin had to sit on his new ass and grab his huge cock and jacked himself off. Sam howled with pleasure and they both exploded from the same dick!
Once the horniness cleared, an extremely worried Franklin tried to assess the damage in a mirror. He had two heads now! Sam's dog head remained seperate, coming out behind his own, from a furry hunch at the top of his back, and his own neck and head were shifted forward to help accommodate. Her entire torso was nowhere to be seen, and their collective hips and legs were now those of a dog but sized up to a human, which meant he couldn't walk on his legs normally, he could stand on them, or walk on all fours. The penis wasn't quite dog or human. The sheath was shallow so not the entire dick could fit even when fully soft, and he still had a foreskin in addition to the sheath that full covered the head when it slept. The glans were still completely human, but the shaft was very thick and very veiny, and when peaking a huge dog knot formed at the base, forcing it even farther out of the sheath.
"Oh Gods, well now I real need help from peoples. We have to go walkies and find help. Wait... I..."
Franklin scrunched up his brow before his eyes went wide in realization. They both had their own heads still but the wires were definately crossed in terms of thoughts! He kept wondering if he had given his master pleasure, that wasn't his thoughts it was clearly Sam. This made it extremely hard to focus on anything, because neither could tell which thought was their own and which belonged to the other, and the two different lines of thoughts continually interrupted each other. Franklin groaned at all the feelings in his body as he made his way through the house and out the front door on his hands and paws. His paws felt fine, the skin was very plush but also quite thick and durable, his hands however were still fully human and did not feel at all good crawling along the ground. As soon as they got outside their thoughts seemed to explode into colors as Sam's nose was able to pick up and identify a million different scents neither could have before. Earthy smells, and because it was a ranch, animal musk. The thick salty musk of the breeder animals made Sam lick her lips, threatening to drip drool down onto Franklin's head just below hers. He tried to fight her horny thoughts back with his reasoning, but that created such a stark contrast in train of thought that even the dog version of Sam could identify that the thoughts were not hers, and ignored them. Franklin was the one with hands and he wasn't going to jack off again, and besides they noted the cock was sleeping from their last blast only twelve or so minutes prior- as big as it was, every dick still needs its downtime.
On their way to the horses though, Sam scoffed at the pigs they passed. Pigs have extrordinarily long orgasms, which made sense since they also have astronomically huge testicles for their body size. The pig clawed at the ground with its tusks, looking for tasty bugs or truffles growing nearby. That was all these pigs needed to worry about, track down truffles for the lord of the land, and get fed till their bellies were nearly bursting as reward, then fuck till they went to sleep and repeat. Truffle seeking pigs sell for a good coin. The pigs were so laid back, they didn't bother to turn and look at the abomination their master was just behind them. Sam grumbled, looking at the huge pig balls facing them, as if to taunt her. If she had those she would still be writhing in pleasure with master! Franklin thought absentmindedly that Sam could have mounted the pig instead and literally had its balls. Sam quickly agreed, causing Franklin to snap to his senses too late. Shit, any thought he thinks she gets too. They both had control over the body, but the arms were still human so Franklin could force control of them, and as they were dog now, the legs could be forced by Sam if they gave the body conflicting demands. Franklin tried to keep his arms on track to get to the horses so they could ride to town and get help, but Sam quickly kicked off with their feet, doing a very awkward hop and landed onto the pig, causing it to squeal loudly in surprise. Franklin tried to get enough grip with his hands in the muddy ground to shove back off, but when his mind concentrated on the unstable ground, Sam took control of the arms and grabbed the pig's underbelly with one hand, yanking it up into their underside. Franklin immediately felt extremely bloated, like he ate way too much food. The pig almost vanished into them entirely as if their body was some space-defying blob, but as it properly merged its features started to manifest from the consumed mass. Their entire body became slightly bigger, and his gut started to push out all around, becoming much larger and rounder, almost touching the ground. The sleeping cock was made forcefully erect from the changes running through their nerves, and their testicles surged bigger. Franklin moaned and immediately noticed his voice shifting slightly, taking on a slightly hollow sound as his nostrils grew big. His nose started to flatten on the end and press out of his face, dragging his jaw out slightly along with it. His lower canine teeth started to grow rappidly, turning into tusks as they forced out past his lips. Sam was the one who wanted this, why didn't he end up... wait, she. But master was definitely male, why did she think they were a he? Franklin shut his eyes tightly and groaned long and loud as he realized their thoughts were even more jumbled. Not only was it a dog Sam and Franklin, now both had a slight influence of the pig's former mind there, so even if he divided his thoughts from Sam, they are still dummed down because of the pig. Sure pigs were smart, but they are not human smart, and mostly driven by instinct still. Franklin moaned and Sam yipped excitedly as their balls grew again, and again. The balls themselves gave strained stretching sounds as they surged bigger. Pig balls were giant, but it wasn't just pig, the mass of human balls was still there, and the nearly identical size of dog balls ontop of that. They also became mostly hairless, the fur that covered them before was now condensed into a strip down the middle of the sack, while the rest was bare. They had to squirm their legs forward a bit so the balls fit behind them like on a pig, though the scrotum remained more loose than a pigs. Franklin let out soft grunt and snorts when he breathed now that had a hollow sound to them- a side effect of the large nostrils of a pig nose. His face seemed only halfway a pigs though, he stll had features that looked more human, like eyebrows and hair. His arms strained with the weight now, not meant to be walked on like this.
Franklin furrowed his brows and snorted in defiance of the bestial thoughts trying to distract him from his mission. "N-no sex, now walkies. Go walk in crowded place, need help. This is... wrong, I shouldn't be... so horny. Many people in town, holes to fill so not horny!"
His tail started to wag, but then slowed as he reaized that wasn't what he was supposed to go to town for, but couldn't remember the real reason over all the conflicting thoughts. Every time he stepped he felt the weight of his huge balls, causing the scrotum to bob heavily. Pig scrotums are normally really tight, so the compromise was a scrotum that was just incredibly elastic. On top of being horny though, he also felt very hungry, and very bloated at the same time. The bloat was the body still coping with all the added biomass from the pig that hadn't fully settled in place yet, causing his gut to feel overly tight, but at the same time the pig's hunger was there, creating divergent thoughts of finding food. Luckily, there was plenty of food in town so Franklin was still able to direct them to the horses so they could finally go get help. In the utter chaos of their thoughts it did not once occur to Franklin that they wouldn't be able to ride a horse in this state. They jumped up and scrambled onto a stallion's back and their odd center of gravity caused them to scoot forward on the horse and hold the back of its neck for balance, but that was as far as they got before they started to sink. Like a person realizing too late they are standing in quicksand, their legs were already inside of the horse's flesh. Even in their fusion three-way, the horse was still bigger than all of them together, so it looked more like the horse was swallowing them than the other way around. Franklin tried to shimmy back to maybe slide out and off but it did not work, they were locked in already and trying to move on the horse's torso caused its muscles to flex and tighten, which all of them felt. The neck pressed into their underside and vanished into them, and their top half curled over the horse's face as its eyes rolled back from sensory overload and its head was absorbed as well. Sam started to growl and yip from sensations as her neck flexed on its own, locking the muscles tight as it started to thicken, and grow a lot longer. Both heads ended at the same length before- while she had a snout, her neck was permenantly arched over his head. When he got a short pig snout he grew past her a bit, but now she was in the lead by a lot, far enough past that she could bow her head and actually look at him through the corners of her eyes. The fur on the back of her neck grew longer forming a pseudo-mane, and the end of her face broadened a bit and her nostrils expanded, though the face still resembled a dogs much more than anything else. They looked down when they realized they were not fusing any farther. They became like a centaur! What used to be their hip bones were now the collar and shoulder bones of the horse body. The big round gut the pig gave them seemed to collapse back to normal, but the horse half then swelled out gaining a large gut instead. The horse's back hooves seemed to shatter and crumble off, revealing the swelling digits of paws inside as its rear feet transformed into a dog's- only now horse-sized. The tail became more bushy, but remained relatively the same, and the fur on the back half became longer, looking more like dog fur, but still the milk-chocolate color of the stallion. They gripped the horse shoulders as all their huge muscles started to twitch from feeling as the cock very quickly surged to full mast. The horse cock was already bigger than all of their previous dicks together, but it also gained that previous mass. Normally fairly thin for its impressive length the shaft bloated up, between medial ring and the glans especially thickened. It became much more veiny, and the glans bloated out forward a bit making it a bit more dome-shaped from human traits. Surging into being as the shaft stretched a bit longer was the knot at the base, which was now as big as an apple on either side. Being a breeding stud, the stallion already had giant nuts the size of a child's kickball each, but their combigned massive nuts from before were also that big. Franklin rocked back and forth, desperate with arousal as the nerves stretched and multiplied, the skin getting pulled tight as a drum from growth then relaxing as it also grew. His balls swung heavily becoming ridiculously giant. Dog and horse scrotum were black, but human and pig were pink, so as it stretched it became a bit lighter colored, making it look like a very dark bruise-purple. Once fully grown, his balls were gigantic and swung lower than his knees. If he tried to walk over any large sized rocks, his scrotum would brush the ground.
From both mouths he moaned and grunted at the overwhelming feelings of the cords in his scrotum yanking tight, trying to heave the huge balls closer in arousal as the glans drooled precum at a constant rate. The pig wanted to eat, the dog and horse wanted to fuck, the man wanted to fix this crazy situation. Two animals wanted to fuck something, so the vote went to the majority, drowning out the other thoughts. But what would they fuck? The other horses were trying to get as far away from Franklin as they could within their corrals, because they had no idea what the hell he even was, and smelled canine on him. The other animals would be too small- they would be stretched like living condoms around the giant mutant dick. He pawed at the ground and bucked nervously, trying to quickly find an answer but couldn't. Finally he decided to head into town. There was lots of people in town, people could use their hands and mouths to pleasure, he didn't need to fit into them necessarily.
He tried to jump the fense using the horse's logic, but because of the much heavier body, the large gut, and the odd forward center of gravity, he didn't even come close and just smashed the fense to bits. The smell of females filled their nostrils again on the road thought. A lot of females. The ranch across from him was all bovine, and around twenty cows for every one bull. All those huge, heavy swinging udders. Not at all sure what the beast it seen was, the herd's bull came near the fense and huffed angrily at Franklin with its huge nostrils. Did the bull really just do that? He was bigger and better than that stupid bull, why should he get so many holes to fuck?! Franklin rammed right through the fense into the cow's field, completely fogetting he was about to run into town. The bull immediately took the challenge and lowered his horns and charged full bore at Franklin. Franklin's thoughts were too degraded to realize how dangerous a charging bull was, and that it could probably crumple the side of a truck like a tin can. Franklin stupidly bent down to try and catch the horns with his human hands. Of course it never would have worked, but even aside from that, the horns phased right through as if he was made of liquid again. Franklin only partially understood for a breif moment what was about to happen. Because it ran at him at such force the bull and Franklin's mass smashed together almost instantly, which caused his body to become violently deformed for a moment before wobbling back into shape. Franklin groaned loudly as the veins in his neck and arms started to pulse powerfully, fattening into view on the surface. His muscles tightened and bulge tremendously as he grew massive. His skin started to blacken with the fine pelt of the black bull. The growing muscle seemed to even spread to his wrists and hands, making them hard to move, but in fact they were becoming hooves. Index, middle, and ring fingers fused together before the nail bulked and thickened into a sharp new hoof, then split again into a cloven hoof. His pinky and thumb regressed as the rest grew past, becoming the dew claws. His muscles became extremely bulgy like an extreme bodybuilder, becoming inhumanly huge on his upper arms, should and back, almost giving him a hunch. He became so tremendously top heavy from all the muscle he could no longer stand up straight, causing him to fall forward and catch himself on his new hooves- giving him six legs, bull's cloven hooves, then horses hooves, then giant sized dog paws in the rear. His neck swelled up thicker than his actual head with bulk muscle, covered in pulsing veins. Two huge horns sprouted from his head, cradling either side of Sam's upper neck. To cap off the changes, his penis got a tiny bit longer, and his balls swelled a bit bigger, and the scrotum became a bit looser. He had to move around slowly, because now even on flat ground his scrotum actually did brush the ground.
His body was so hot, so tight, so HUGE. His balls had small oceans of cum and his dick could be used as a battering ram to knock down doors. So many thoughts cancling out anything coherent. With pressure from his own twitching, swelling muscle and nerves he orgasmed explosively, causing his vision to be cloudly with an explosion of stars. He groaned and thrust his hips from the onslaught of pleasure after several long moments though. He forgot, pigs have extremely long orgasms. A minute went by and then another. Cut short only by the hair trigger stamina of the bull and horse, his orgasm lasted for nearly ten straight minutes and created a small pond of cum under him, and spattering the front four legs. He quickly fell to a laying position, two chests heaving from exhaustion from such a giant orgasm. He was the bull now though...right? All these cows were his to fuck too. And so many people in town to fuck, he can go for walkies there and find lots of food to eat like a pig! One thing was for sure, whoever was unfortunate enough to be this monster's first true fuck was going to get a real barnload.
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Julia had expected the adaptation to be the worst part. In fact, meeting with her parents was something she was certain would be so painful that, for hours on end after breaking free from the steakhouse, she refused to make the trek back home, despite the fact that she could clearly see it and her parents outside of it from her vantage point so far up above. It was embarrassing, and not just because of her completely shattering her compressors; it was more so the fact that she had lost control entirely, and her new body, glorious though it may be, was the result of her being unable to keep track of where her ability to keep her impulses in check had gone to.
That, above all, made it hard for her to face her old folks, as despite everything, they had done a good job educating her to be better than that. Then again, she was big enough to be seen by them a good couple of miles away, so the whole thing was really a moot point; whether or not she decided to speak with them, the cat was out of the bag, leaving Julia with no recourse but to walk over to her house and let her mom and dad know the truth of the matter: that their daughter had not only completely ignored the lean living principles by which their family was guided, but had actually gone in the completely opposite direction, doing her best to bulk up and grow as much as she possibly could whenever her parents weren't looking.
It didn't help that the yeen knew she wouldn't have time to think about what to say while on the way back home, like she used to when she was younger and did something she'd have to provide an excuse for; really, all it'd take would be a handful of steps and the trip would be over, leaving her with precious little time to come up with any good reason for why things took the turns they did. Yet, why should she try and excuse herself? Why should she waste time and energy trying to come up with some bullshit fictional narrative about why she totally didn't want to be the biggest yeen on the planet, on how she absolutely didn't love the feeling of bulking up so much that the very compressor gear she wore broke down?
She'd spent months deliberately choosing not to mention that she was ignoring the dietary and lifestyle habits that she supposedly loved participating in, and the end result was her quite literally outgrowing a significant chunk of the downtown area of her home city, to the point where her head was surrounded by clouds and she could just make out the next town over if she squinted hard enough. To pretend that she was anything other than elated, anything other than thoroughly out of her mind on sensory overload, would be a waste of time; polite fictions were no longer of use to her, not to a goddess in the making like she happened to be. Hers was the world to take, the world to reshape and mould to better fit her desires, since, after all, she wasn't going to stop; it was ludicrous to think that, just because her parents found out, Julia would then turn around and promise to be a good little girl as she worked off all the bulk weight and went back to being a piddly, insignificant like hyena who wouldn't even register within a crowd. Just as ludicrous as to assume that she wouldn't immediately take the first opportunity she got to grow even more, though by that point, picking out individual restaurants from amidst the rubble would be slightly difficult; no, she needed an adaptation period, and that would be the worst part of it all, given that Julia was now without equal.
If the world had ever experienced someone like her, then maybe it would've been easier, but given her rather unique genetic make-up, furkind was suddenly beset by someone who could not only grow easily, but seemed lacking in an upper cap to limit said growth. This was what Julia let her parents know, when she finally worked up the courage to get up and drag herself over, believing that there'd be plenty of shouting and pointing of fingers; she was surprised to find that the opposite was true: rather than a pair of very angry parental figures sternly staring her down, she found her parents with their arms wide open, ready to embrace whatever part of their daughter they could get close to, already gushing with words of encouragement about how beautiful she looked, and how proud they were that she was finally living up to her true potential. It was such a departure from their usual way of acting that Julia was genuinely taken aback by it, left wondering if what she was seeing was genuine, or her parents trying to come to terms with the fact that they had a giant goddess for a daughter now, and needed to find some way to act that wouldn't lead to her using her powers for any destructive ends.
Not that she would, of course; even if displeased, the yeen was far too benevolent a deity to bring her wrath down on anyone at all, much less her old folks, as they were, ultimately, responsible for bringing her into the world! If not for them, then she wouldn't be blessing everyone for miles around with her presence, and that counted for quite a bit; ultimately, however, it was their acceptance which served to bring Julia that much closer to her own divine side, as now she didn't need to worry about keeping anything secret! No more omissions, no more lying, no more doing anything other than living life to its fullest and growing even further; it was a weight off her shoulders, just as more weight was packed on, the sheer glee and satisfaction that came with that sudden freedom being apparently as nutritious and filling as actual food.
The ground rumbled as her form swelled outwards even more, barrelling through the whole neighborhood while the yeen struggled to keep her parents' house safe at the very least; she'd never fit back inside, but at least her old folks deserved to keep a roof over their heads after everything they did for her. Plus, maybe it'd serve as a place for pilgrimage once word spread enough and the first of the faithful started arriving; it was silly to think that the world could be given someone like Julia and for it not to lead to some sort of religious awakening, really.
First things first though: getting the compressors off of her. The yeen could tell that, despite her best efforts, the trinkets she had purchased in order to keep herself at a manageable size hadn't actually come off, despite the fact that they really should have broken into pieces just from her size burst alone; the compressor field was sure to be off, but the hyena giantess wasn't exactly well-versed on how the tech worked. Thankfully, there were plenty around her who were, and only needed the giantess to raise her hand and speak a few words before stepping forth and practically begging to let them help her, and not entirely on professional terms either.
Julia didn't mind; being capable of so thoroughly warping those around her that she could turn the stuffiest of lab rats into mindless, instinct-driven pleasure-seekers was just part of the charm of having become that large, as was the ability to pluck entire groups of people off the ground using only a single hand, all while still having plenty of space to spare. There was something magical about being able to have an entire research operation working on her, like she was some sort of titanic organic platform, of a size so fantastical that entire settlements could crop up on her… which, to be fair, wasn't that far off from the truth.
She wasn't that big yet, but considering the sort of revelations that came when the compressor technicians reported their findings, she wouldn't be waiting that much longer before reaching that point either. It felt downright ridiculous to suggest it, but according to the little ones whose literal job it was to understand how compressor tech worked at every level, her own trinkets hadn't actually gone off. They should have, and they related as much; after months of continuous use and the sort of abuse levied on them, it was nothing short of miraculous that they managed to hold themselves together until Julia finally gave in and indulged at the steak house. Despite this, their compressor field was still, somehow, turned on… which also meant that the yeen's sized, her downtown-covering body capable of walking miles in just a few steps, the absolute titan of bulk that would put every bodybuilder in the world put together to shame, was still a lesser, more condensed version of the goddess' true form.
The reveal was, if not shocking, then certainly revelatory; at her size, Julia wasn't sure she could even be surprised by anything at all, but the sudden understanding that she was that big and yet was even larger underneath the several layers of compression was certainly one that she took with a certain degree of, for lack of a better word, unbridled enthusiasm. No one could stop her now, that much was clear; secondary analysis also revealed that her body was still growing underneath the coating of dimensional distortions, in part because she'd grown so large that the underlying mechanisms began to interact with her in bizarre, almost esoteric ways. She was an anomaly, a thing that shouldn't be, one that grew without additional input of mass and challenged the notion of physical law as anyone alive knew it; this, above all else, was the impetus behind the yeen's decision to grow ever larger, since clearly, if she was already breaking physics just by existing, who knew what could happen if she was actively trying to do so?
The sky wasn't even the limit anymore; her head was already breaking through low-lying clouds, so clearly wherever she could go, it had to be further up, assuming she didn't just lounge about, lying down and using the planet as her personal recliner. Then again, that might make some people antsy; as much of the vast majority of onlookers quickly turned to worship from the moment the giantess first revealed herself, it didn't take more than a couple of hours for the first signs of dissent to make themselves clear. Government agents and police officers alike all tried to get her attention, and after doing her best to ignore them, the yeen eventually had to turn around and face them, even if by that point she'd already outgrown the ability to discern any one of the tiny ones below from the ground on which they walked.
It was almost impossible to fathom just how quickly she'd grown, and all on her own as well; as if someone had simply skipped ahead on her journey, Julia could barely remember the time between her emerging from the superstore and her sitting there, one asscheek covering half of the city and the other taking up the other half, listening to someone on a megaphone trying to talk her into slowing down. Could they not see that asking for such a thing was downright heretical? Julia was their goddess, and yet they were actively trying to bring her down a peg? It was almost enough for her to genuinely get angry… almost, because an errant thought left her feeling so giddy that she couldn't help but grin wildly at it: why not go along with it?
If the little ones wanted her to stop growing so much, they'd be forced to slap more compressors onto her, and if the ones she already had were most likely the root cause of her becoming that large even before she began feasting, then placing more layers on top of the existing ones could only make the effect even worse. Plus, if she played along, taking on the role of the obedient, pliable giantess, then maybe they'd even go so far as to feed her, since surely the state wouldn't want someone like her starving in front of the whole world! It was a win-win situation, especially since Julia doubted she'd need to do more than pay lip service; what was the government going to ask her to do, not be huge?
Thus began her new "life", one that Julia had to spend a considerable amount of effort not breaking into constant giggling fits over; her body never did stop growing, that much was a given, but it was slowed down considerably once the government began providing for more compressor wear. Seeing as no one produced clothes of her size, the only method available was to keep lavishing her with new and increasingly more elaborate jewelry, building on already existing methods to upscale commercially available trinkets at minimal cost to producers. In practice, what this meant was that Julia's body became increasingly more adorned with a plethora of almost excessively luxurious adornments, gold and silver and platinum glinting under the sunlight as she did, in fact, end up lounging around on her "throne": the remains of the city she used to live near, stamped and flattened out of existence, with most of its residents having chosen to reside on her even after being offered housing away from what the state had termed a "disaster area".
It was a constant battle between the yeen and those who were meant to keep her in check, an uphill one for the latter, who were more or less guaranteed to lose at some point in the future; the more compressors they placed on Julia, the more resplendent they made her, thus inspiring more worship and, in return, a greater certainty on the part of the yeen herself, who grew more confident with each passing day. It was a case where the jailors just couldn't avoid giving their prisoner whatever they wanted, because what else were they supposed to do, tell the giantess that no, she couldn't have food? The best they could do was try and limit her intake, and even then the hyena still managed to eat her body weight in meat and protein powder every day, always demanding more by the end of it; the effects this had on her could not be understated, as even with several dozen individual compressor layers stacked on top of her, she was still massive, and still growing bigger: standing at a good five miles from head to paw at week's end, it was clear to everyone involved that any thought of "containment" was little more than a pipe dream at best, and an outright delusion at worst… which was precisely why Julia kept it going.
She could've stopped the charade at any point she wanted; after the initial settling period, when it became obvious who was truly in charge, it was entirely within her power to raise her hand and command those "containing" her to instead begin serving her even more food, to worship her very form at every second of every hour. But she didn't, because frankly, it was a lot funner when she got to watch tens of thousands of little souls all scurrying about, all pretending like they weren't smitten with her, all busying themselves in their feeble, worthless attempts at keeping a literal goddess under wraps. They certainly did try, and if nothing else, Julia had to admit that the multinational crew sent to hold her back from overrunning the planet wasn't lacking in determination; every day they would find something new to worry about, yet every day they still carried on with their task, hellbent on preventing the budding threat from growing entirely out of control, even when that had already happened before they even had the chance to start working… and they themselves knew it, to some extent.
That the containment operations were dead in the water before they were even put in place was a given, at least to everyone but the people in charge of the project; those who were actually on the field, those who could see with their own eyes as the giantess yeen became ever larger with each passing day, those who were in charge of staring at compressor equipment only to despair as the hidden rate of growth skyrocketed regardless of how many layers they used, they knew the truth: there was no stopping Julia. It was inevitable, as was she, and no amount of money thrown at entire industries, that they may create production lines specifically for the yeen alone, would ever fix that.
Eventually, at some point in the near future, the goddess-in-the-making would grow tired of her little game and effortlessly sweep all the little ones aside, to take her place as the rightful ruler of that world; this much the crew knew, and this much they were oh-so-dreadfully wrong about. There would come a time when Julia grew bored, yes, this much even she couldn't deny, but to even suggest that she would do something as brash and aggressive as outright assaulting those tending to her? To even think that she would visit harm upon those who had done such a wonderful job keeping her entertained? Why, that was positively ludicrous; how else was she supposed to rise to the occasion and be all that she could be if not with the help of those around her?
It'd be slightly difficult to be a goddess if there was no one around for her to be a goddess for, after all; and besides, was she expected to go and hunt and cook her own food, when she had so many people who'd be more than eager to do that for her? No, she needed the little ones around her, as otherwise her ascension just wouldn't make sense. It'd be like setting up a feast and then not inviting anyone else; sure, she could just devour it herself, but it wouldn't be the same as if she'd brought in the whole world to partake of it alongside herself, doubly so when she could then ask her guests to go fetch more food when the table began to run light.
So, Julia waited, determined to see how far she could take that polite fiction before it broke down completely. She had no reason to rush things, not when she was already in control of the situation and could take the reins whenever she well pleased; at that point, the real battle was not between herself and the containment crew, but the little ones and their own budding arousal and desire for worship, which grew stronger and more insurmountable by the day. The real conflict was in the very people hired to keep the goddess from achieving her full potential and their own desire to make her reach said level, even when they were reasonably certain they'd suffer because of it; the need was stronger than them, acting on an instinctual level that no one there could really understand, much less put to words.
There was something about the yeen's body, the way its colossal frame was so impossibly huge that it defied their brains' ability to even begin to understand it; living things weren't meant to be so big that they could be spotted from orbit, as even the largest of macro-level individuals never went beyond skyscraper-sized. For the yeen to have grown so large was literally impossible, as it stretched the limits of biomechanics to such an extent that she should've collapsed underneath the weight of her substantial bulk far before the point where her head was basically completely encapsulated by her neck… yet, for whatever reason, she didn't, and instead decided to keep going even faster than before, requiring further investment in compressor wear that translated into an increasingly obscene amount of jewelry.
Perhaps it was intentional on the universe's part, that the best way the crew found to slow down the inexorable advance was to coat the giantess in so many shiny adornments that she looked the part of the multiversal goddess conqueror that everyone believed her to be: gold and silver, resplendent under the light of the sun, hugging her curves and leaving the yeen looking like something out of a growth enthusiast's wet dream; everyone present knew that, if she were to stand up, then all would be over. Not because of the destruction, no, but the mere sight of the goddess in her full glory, reflecting the light of the star that was hers by right, her body clinking and jangling with the absurd quantity of trinkets she had on her, would slam down on so many buttons that it was genuinely unlikely that anyone within several miles of her would be capable of holding onto their sense of self. Rather, first visual impact would strip everything away but pure, blind worship, leaving them open for any horrific tragedies that the giantess might want to visit upon them… and it was a testament to her power that, despite the little ones earnestly believing this, they still wouldn't mind if it happened, as that very moment, that instant where they surrendered to her, would surely be one of such magnificent, rapturous pleasure, that they would experience it for all eternity as their personal paradise.
Julia, meanwhile, had different plans, even if they coincidentally also began with her standing up and showing off; though, in her case, it was more so because she'd been lying down for so long that the yeen felt like stretching her limbs before going on a planet-wide tour, one that wouldn't end until everyone was on her, and quite literally so. With her body being what it was, plus the fact that not only was it still growing but most of it was also still hidden away by what were, at that point, millions of layers of compression, why shouldn't she become the new host for the world's population? She'd gotten her first taste when the compressor technicians climbed onto her immediately after she broke free from the superstore, of being so large that people could just live on her if they wanted to, and now, after weeks of rampant, uncontrolled size surges, she had become something… greater.
A goddess, sure, but perhaps something more, something that would serve as a paradigm shift for all of furkind, assuming of course she could figure out how to keep herself from suffocating in a vacuum. For she was destined to grow forevermore, to never stop, even when it became clear that she was well on her way to outgrowing the planet; hell, at that point in time, she probably was bigger than the whole world already, seeing as her hyper-shrunk form was still nearly ten miles tall and so wide and bulky that it took up a significant chunk of the state purely from muscle mass alone. It was barely discernible as a body anymore, more so a conglomeration of muscle groups that just sort of stuck together in some form of cohesive whole that could charitably be described as being a hyena, if one squinted hard enough; and while some might find such a sight to border on the excessive, the truth of the matter was that it provided ample space for the billions of souls living on Earth to move onto and find their own personal slice of Heaven for them to rest upon and experience eternal bliss.
She would become Paradise, the perpetual home for her kind, a body so glorious that its mere presence radiated power, warmth, sustenance, that all those who willingly chose to climb onto her could live for as long as they wanted and never want for anything. All their needs would be catered to, even if in an esoteric fashion, as their minds were allowed to sink further and further into an endless ocean of pleasure that they would gladly drown themselves in. Julia could see it: herself, floating through space, having outgrown not just her homeworld, but the very star system that it was in, becoming larger and denser still with every non-breath she didn't take, until her scale became galactic, then further beyond. She saw herself, the eternal heaven for all the little ones around her, and any else who she might meet on the way: whole planets and civilizations would be swept up in her glorious growth, until the whole universe was hers to play host to.
And that… awoke something else in her.
Up until then, all thoughts had been of herself as a goddess, but more particularly a benevolent goddess, one who would take all her little worshippers and whisk them away to everlasting bliss and pleasure, but there was something else in there. There was another Julia, the same one who had caused her own ascension to begin with, the yeen who had disobeyed her parents and thrown herself into the maws of self-indulgent madness, of greed and ravenous gluttony, the same one who sat down at the steakhouse that started it all and consumed her weight in meat several times over.
And while this Julia also saw herself as divine perfection incarnate, it saw it from a… different perspective. The world was, after all, hers to take, as was everything on it, and it just so happened that there was plenty of assorted protein to be found if only she would bother to look; that, or, as Julia was quick to find out, just about everything else. Why should she limit herself to protein when she was so huge already? Her body was so muscular that adding more of the same stuff onto it was bound to have diminishing returns, not to mention the simple fact that, deep down, she didn't want the same stuff, not when she had so much more to choose from; the whole world was hers to take, yes, but so was everything else.
There was a literal universe of possibilities out there for her, one that was unguarded, unprotected, and ready for the taking if only she dared to go for it; a whole universe of mass and matter that could be hers to consume, if only she bothered to get back up and do something about that ravenous hunger that she only then realized had been there all that time. Stuck underneath miles of neckbulk, the yeen's face broke out into a wide grin as she licked her lips, knowing that she didn't even need to "eat" things in the conventional way, not anymore; basic logic dictated she did, and indeed her biology was still fundamentally the same, even if supersized, but she was a goddess, and as one it was he prerogative to decide whether or not reality obeyed certain rules, or if she herself had to listen to these rules to begin with.
Thus, if Julia decided that she needn't actually swallow anything, then it would no longer be required; similarly, if she decided that mere touch was enough to begin absorbing whatever it was she wanted to consume, then the universe would simply have to provide, and damn the consequences of that as well. She'd break physics, again and again, if only it meant sating a hunger that could never be sated, quenching an endless thirst that would never end, even if the whole universe was a well and she drank it dry; she would turn the entirety of existence into fodder for herself, cackling all the way to the very end, knowing as she did that nothing and no one could stop her.
Whether or not the little ones around her were even carried along for the ride stopped being relevant, as their well-being was no longer her concern, at least not until her need for more mass was taken care of. Sure, they could climb onto her if they wanted to, as it wouldn't really matter; they were so tiny that, even if Julia were to muster up the willpower to waste time eating them all, they'd barely qualify as a light snack, if even that much. No, she had far greater, more magnificently oversized targets in mind, landscapes and mountain ranges and oceans and continents and the whole damned planet by the end of it; the atmosphere, her homeworld's moon, the next planets over, the gas giants, the disparate asteroids and comets, and finally… finally, at the very end, she would loom over the local star, so miniscule, so inconsequential, so defenseless, as the yeen's body would surely be so enormous by then that a single nipple would be enough to overshadow the spherical fusion engine. A snap of the fingers, a flick of the wrist, and it would be gone, leaving nothing of the star system behind but Julia, and whoever happened to be on her once she ascended to her rightful place in the heavens.
She was slobbering by that point, so eager to get started that the compressor technicians were given due warning in the form of the distortion layers they were supervising crashing into one another. It was a theoretical possibility, that should one push too much mass into a stacked compression field, it would cause the first layer to collapse into the second one, with the condensed mass shockwave crashing into the third one, then the fourth, and so on in a cascading failure that would only end once all the material hidden away underneath the many layers fully spilled into realspace. And with the rumbling that everyone on the planet felt, with the sonic blasts emanating from the yeen's mouth as she moaned and whined and screamed for more, everyone else knew what was about to happen.
They hadn't had nearly enough time to prepare. But it was out of their hands now.
It was Julia's time to shine.
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"Wasn't expecting something as fancy as this, honestly."
"Hey, I can be cultured if I want to. I just don't want to most of the time!"
A dumb joke for a dumb couple of cats, both of whom chuckled at it like it was far funnier than it was, making a bit of a scene for themselves amidst the upper-class crowd that surrounded them on their approach to the concert hall. Perhaps it was their choice of attire, far more casual than anyone else, or maybe it was their decision not to make their proportions any less bloated for the sake of decency; well, the lynx at least, seeing as their companion took the liberty to cover most of her skin up. Still didn't make the issue of size any better, but it was an effort, if nothing else
Their night had been planned out several weeks in advance, with Tim having suggested their third date be spent doing something with a bit more class than the previous two. While Helena was initially reticent at the idea of trading a bowling alley for an orchestra, the lynx's constant reassurance that it was still going to be a great time and she should at least give it a try were enough to get her to reconsider; their words and tone were sincere, childishly excited even, and though she didn't quite see the appeal at the time it still didn't behoove her to let that fuzzy thing down. It'd be like slapping a puppy across the face, one just didn't do something as terrible as that.
So the two got ready and met up outside the subway station, ready to make an entrance. As Helena expected, Tim had done absolutely nothing to hide their curvaceous form, and in fact was wearing the same kind of outfit they always wore whenever they wanted to have fun somewhere; having expected nothing less from her date, the cat resolved to do the same, providing quite the contrast with the endless parade of well-tailored suits and cocktail dresses making their way to the large building in front of them. It was one of the few occasions where they could get away with breaching unwritten dressing etiquette, as they were at no point informed of any sort of code they had to abide by, even if they knew exactly what the staff organizing the event were expecting them to pick for the night. Honestly, just the sight of the clerk on the front desk staring them down with equal parts confusion, anger and apprehension was enough to make their whole day, and the music hadn't even started!
Helena wasn't personally familiar with this orchestra, but Tim assured her they were "the real deal" and they couldn't afford to let go of that opportunity, as the group very rarely toured outside their home country. The lynx made a heaping ton of promises about how sublime the tones would be, and how life-changing the experience was for everyone who went through it; from how much they gushed over it, Helena figured the ambiance would be one permeated by excitement and overjoyed eagerness, rather than the stuffy, formal affair it was turning out to be. But, for Tim's sake, she kept her mouth shut.
Their bodies made for quite the sensation once they had to find their assigned seats. While the cat could at least make her way between rows without making too much of a fuss, even if her hips occasionally bumped into other people without her noticing, the lynx was simply too big to move absent some kind of damage to their environs. It would be slightly embarrassing if she didn't know they were doing it on purpose; they were perfectly capable of reducing their size to much more manageable levels at any point thanks to their shapeshifting abilities, so for them to go so far and refuse to shrink down was entirely of their own choosing, usually something they did whenever they were bored and wanted to flaunt their stuff. Not exactly a good omen for what was going to happen that night.
Fitting into a chair was a right mess as well, to the point where even the lynx had to concede and reduce the width of their ass just enough that it wouldn't spill onto the next seat over. Tim didn't look all that concerned about it, plus Helena knew they'd just bloat it again at the first opportunity they got, so no big loss. Still, even they knew to keep quiet once the lights were dimmed in anticipation of the orchestra's members walking on-stage, and the sheer look of excitement and joy when the crowd broke out into applause at the sight of the first few musicians told Helena that, utter disrespect for formality aside, the lynx's desire to be there that night was entirely genuine. They even looked sideways towards her to make sure she was about as happy to see the show as they were, their pearly whites glinting in the shadow when they failed to contain themselves and broke out into a wide smile. It was enough to make the other cat start giggling; seeing Tim that mindlessly giddy about anything was a very rare sight indeed.
Silence fell again a few moments after the conductor walked on-stage and offered a short bow towards the audience, then began recounting the orchestra's history, the details of their tour and a short summary of the pieces they would be playing that night, followed by a longer explanation of the overture selected to open the performance. The old man spoke at length of the history of Pompeii, leading up to its destruction under the flames and ash of Vesuvius, how it was robbed and scavenged and then later rediscovered, a grim snapshot of the Roman life preserved via the charred corpses of its inhabitants. Not the most uplifting of tales, but it certainly set the scene for what was going to be a bombastic arrangement, and indeed the first couple of minutes were enough to allow Helena to understand just why Tim insisted on going there for their third date; the orchestra really was that good.
What she failed to grasp was that Tim rarely did anything without some form of ulterior motive to it, and though the decision to experience some good music was certainly something they wanted to do, it still wasn't an exception to the rule. The cat was also wholly unaware of something that the lynx had picked up on right from the very start, something Tim themselves couldn't quite believe Helena never realized: that she, too, was a shapeshifter like them. It was rare that such talents went for so long without being noticed, to the point where the curvier feline had trouble accepting it wasn't just a complicated ruse… at first. As the two got to know one another it became clearer that the other cat was, in fact, completely unaware of her true nature, which is precisely why Tim had to do something about it; wouldn't do to have her live in ignorance for a single second longer.
In reality, they could very well have done that in just about a million different ways, but knowing how much Helena enjoyed public displays of affection and size superiority (hence why Tim was even as large as they were amidst a crowd that clearly didn't appreciate it), the lynx decided to take things towards a much more exhibitionist end than would perhaps be acceptable in polite company. Their date didn't need a boost so much as they only required a small push in the right direction, hence why Tim made sure their two seats were placed right at the back of the auditorium: plenty of room to grow without it adversely affecting the orchestra's performance… or the orchestra itself.
The initial change would begin to take hold around the bust, as was customary for whenever the two poked into the active shapeshifter's powers. Helena was nothing if not well-endowed already, even if she didn't come close to the overblown size of the feline next to her, but she had always wondered what it would be like to be just slightly larger than she already was. Plastic surgery was right out and she was, by nature, extremely suspicious of any "natural" alternatives, leaving her stuck in a limbo of choice that would never go anywhere. This provided the best platform for Tim to launch her towards her goal by giving her a third option Helena had never thought of before, right after the lynx made sure to surreptitiously place a hand atop her leg; their date figured this was a simple gesture of intimacy and opted to return it, unaware that she had just given the lynx direct contact with her body and, therefore, a hotline to her brain.
Messing around in that thing without Helena noticing proved to be a significant challenge, so much so that most of the fifteen-minute overture was over by the time Tim identified where the source of her shapeshifting abilities was located. They could've driven them into frenzied activity, perhaps even directed them towards a specific end, but Tim prided themselves on never making anyone else's decisions for them; thus, their one action was to simply activate the transformative powers and then retreat from within Helena's mind before she noticed anything was different.
This would prove to be more than enough, given how said powers even worked in the first place. They were equal parts instinctive and conscious, drawing as much from one's desires as they did from one's rational, thought-out decisions. Initial transformations, when the talent first surfaced, had a tendency to be poorly controlled and overblown, to the point where structural damage to their environs was not only normal but even expected; it took years of intense training and practice before any of their kind developed the discipline required to fully control their abilities, and even then they were still a slave to their hormones, prone to going off on massive growth spurts whenever they became too aroused. Tim figured themselves a proficient shapeshifter and even they had trouble controlling their body whenever Helena got a bit too frisky with them; hence the decision to bring her to a public venue.
The other cat liked to deny it, but did absolutely nothing else when it came to follow through with their supposed dislike for affection in public. She'd tell Tim not to expose too much cleavage and then immediately plunge her hand into it to feel just how soft it was after getting distracted by it, or even go so far as to balk at the notion they should snuggle up in public only to offer to do just that barely five minutes later after they exchanged a moment of silence together. She was a… complex creature, but one that very obviously enjoyed being able to show off to everyone, even if she said otherwise whenever anyone asked. It wasn't that surprising, then, that her body began to change almost immediately after Tim awoke her talents, her clothes starting to strain at the seams when they were suddenly assaulted from within by burgeoning, rising flesh, the cat herself sweating slightly as her metabolism picked up where it should've left off years before. She turned towards her date, silently asking them if something was wrong, only to receive a sly grin and half-lidded eyes, two signs that Tim was up to something no good; it was only after she looked down and stifled a yelp that Helena realized what was happening to her, and at that point it was simply too late to do anything about it.
Underboob was already visible, her tight shirt having been pulled up by a blossoming bosom until a significant portion of her areolae were visible and even the nipples were perfectly outlined against the fabric they were tenting. It practically creaked from how much it was being stretched, a feat mirrored by her jeans, whose tightness was working against Helena by giving her no room to grow into. Any mass added to her thighs and every inch placed on her hips was one too many for her pants, which developed a series of holes loudly enough that a couple of people turned their heads to see what was making all the noise… only to have their eyes stuck on the spectacle of growth going on in front of them.
The cat was huffing openly by that point, her own eyes closed and her hands firmly placed on her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could while mumbling something about wanting them even bigger. Tim recalled their first experience with the growth spurts, fondly remembering the many times they got stuck somewhere because they couldn't even begin to control their body's ability to change shape… it took them so far away from reality that they only tuned back in after feeling their date's form begin to press against theirs, practically forcing them out of their seat and causing several people to get up and run away in a panic. Out in the distance, a couple of the flutists took notice of what was going on, but seeing as the second piece had already started, could do nothing but carry on and pretend things were perfectly fine; soon, the whole orchestra sans the conductor could see what Helena was doing to herself in the back row, but without any permission to stop had to continue playing as if they weren't all at risk of being smothered by cat tit.
Meanwhile, said cat was having the time of her life turning her body into the kind of overblown monument to self-indulgence she always pictured it as. Bigger tits, bigger ass, wider hips and meatier thighs, just a bit of pudge to her belly, all of it packed onto a frame that steadfastly refused to grow beyond its original five-foot-ten, giving her the kind of look that only the most afflicted of hypers could ever hope to achieve. It was perfect, it was exactly what she wanted, and yet she couldn't help but feel that things weren't going the way they were supposed to; was she always that large? Had she always had the ability to change shape? It certainly felt natural, but she couldn't for the life of her recall any situation where she had used that power before. Was it Tim's fault? Well, it most certainly was to some degree, but was it mostly their fault?
Hard to tell, for it was hard to think when one's body was plowing through multiple rows of seats in a packed auditorium, made to deal with the pressure inherent in dislodging dozens of people from where they were comfortably sitting down while also ripping apart metal rivets from a concrete floor. The entire room was filled by the sounds of groaning metal and bent plastic, eventually superseded by constant churning once Helena remembered she always wanted a bit of kitty milk to along with the kitty titty; before long the ground was being covered by a thick coating of white, practically syrupy in consistency, turning the concert hall into a trap for anyone who hadn't run off before the tide reached their feet. They still tried to run away, only to tumble and fall onto the sticky liquid, leaving them unable to even writhe properly once the next unfortunates tripped onto them. For Helena, this was exactly what she'd been looking for, longing for that kind of transformation for years; she didn't care she was in public anymore, only that her ass continued to turn into an even larger seat for herself, only that her breasts carried on with their inexorable rise towards the ceiling. All that mattered was that her body was made to become bigger than ever before, fuller and rounder and more everything… so Tim could then turn around and become even larger, thus giving them both a chance to engage in some friendly competition.
The music was still going, albeit so filled with holes and missteps that the conductor's temple was about as ready to pop as Helena's body looked to be. It eventually got bad enough that the older man threw his baton to the side and ordered his musicians to stop, though his interrogation was stopped in its tracks by him suddenly being able to perfectly hear what was going on behind him. All rage left his expression once he turned around, replaced with fear and horror at what he saw.
There was no more auditorium, no more concert hall… or if there was, it was cleverly hidden underneath what appeared to be several tons of furred flesh approaching him at disconcertingly high speed. A pair of overstuffed breasts that constantly exuded two small rivers of extremely thick cream barreled through what remained of the first few rows of seats, the top of their curvature poking at the ceiling and threatening to burst through it if allowed to keep going without any kind of resistance. Behind them, just barely visible thanks to its also-immense size, was a set of asscheeks of such colossal girth that the mere act of being allowed them to jiggle and ripple like gelatin, not aided by the shockwaves produced by the titanic mounds strapped to the front of Helena's chest. Though not able to see it, the conductor could only assume that such an enormous ass came coupled with a pair of hips and thighs that would allow anyone in his orchestra to completely vanish into their pudge and never be seen again; indeed, this was not only true, but an understatement of cat-sized proportions.
Helena, for her part, was happy to finally reach her size goals… but she didn't feel like stopping. She could still keep going, so why bother keeping herself like that? Better that she find her cap and burst through it than be satisfied with anything less than complete and total perfection; so what if the ceiling was starting to collapse?
The building could just be held up by her own body!
|
Trying on new underwear was simultaneously an exercise in frustration and a constant
reminder that his new size felt better than anything he had ever experienced before in his life.
The bull, for his part, approached the whole thing with a sort of detached, clinical attitude that
betrayed how often this must have happened during his many years at the club, effortlessly
picking out new pairs for the bun to try as he snapped item after item. Jack, enamored by his own
inability to find anything that fit, began to count how many pieces he ripped, flushed red when
he got to ten before finally finding something that managed to contain that monster of a package
he was sporting.
On first inspection, it looked like a pair of ordinary boxer briefs: plain, white, slightly loose
(or they would be, if he hadn't grown out as much as he did). On pulling them upwards,
however, instead of the fabric straining and ripping under the avalanche of cock and ballmeat it
was trying to heave up, or it tearing itself open in a futile attempt to hug the curves of his hips,
the bun saw his body vanish in front of his eyes, every extra pound he'd gained disappearing into
the plain piece of clothing the bull was helping him put on. Like a particularly lewd bag of
holding, his body itself was thrown into some inscrutable pocket dimension, the obscene
proportions granted by the pill overdose turning back into his original form; if anyone looked at
him now, they'd just see Jack as he had always been: slender, thin, just curvy enough around the
bottom half to draw a few eyes away. No evidence of his true size underneath the compressor
gear he was wearing.
And yet, he could still absolutely feel himself, his weight thankfully not joining in on the
vanishing act. Having never worn this kind of clothing before, the experience was almost
impossible to describe; the bun traced his seemingly-normal curves with his fingertips, trying to
ascertain if it was just a spatial illusion or something else, his eyes squinting as he realized that
he had, indeed, shrunk, if only temporarily. And still, every time he turned around, he felt the
weight of his orbs sloshing underneath him, the jiggle of his rotund ass and meaty thighs,
reminding him that he was just one ripped piece of cloth away from outsizing everyone he knew
by several exponents.
The prospect shouldn't be as enticing as it was, but there you had it.
"Alright, let's get going," the bull finally stated, throwing all the ruined underwear out to a
corner and piling the unused ones back in the briefcase, struggling to close it, "are you sure you
didn't drink anything?"
"Yes I am, sir," Jack instinctively replied.
"Good Lord, don't call me sir" - the briefcase clicks shut - "And if you value your sanity,
don't drink anything tonight. I know you've needed it, but let's not press our luck even more."
"What would it even do?" Jack queried, heading into his bedroom to throw something on
himself.
"Not telling you. You'd do something stupid if I did."
Oh, the poor idiot. Just by saying this, he was telling him everything he needed and wanted to
know. Immediately, a dozen ideas crossed his mind at once, each one worse (better?) than the
last, an unending cavalcade of possibilities, of ways he could just surrender to his own indulgent
pleasure and tell everyone they could suck it.
Quite literally, in his case.
But the bun said nothing, opting instead to nod like a good little boy and just slap some pants
and a shirt on himself, following the bull outside and into a nondescript two-seater that the large
male barely fit into. Jack couldn't help but snigger at the sight of someone as massive as the bull
having to stuff himself into a car that small, even if his own entrance strained the seat's springs
under his phantom weight. The drive over to the club was utterly uneventful, neither of them
opening their mouths except to cough or clear their throats for a conversation that would never
happen; getting out couldn't come sooner.
Rushing into the backstage entrance, the bull bid his farewell and vanished into a side door,
probably heading to the main office, while the rabbit was left alone, apparently trusted enough to
escort himself to the dressing room. He'd find a bunch of friendly, somewhat-familiar faces, the
dancers inside, all waiting for their turn at the stage, waving and welcoming him into their group.
Jack felt entirely at odds with everyone in there; remove his monstrous package and he'd
probably be the weight of one the guys' torsos alone, if even that. It felt weird, inadequate even,
to have people that large patting him on the back like he was just one of the group and had
always been.
Probably part of the job, he figured.
"Thought you wouldn't be showing up today," one of them chuckled.
"Y-yeah, I had a… had a bit of an accident…" the bun stuttered back, removing his clothes
and sitting on the nearest chair, fiddling with his underwear as he searched for… something, "is
there a way to turn these off?"
"Compressors?" a large crow asked him, approaching the bun when the latter nodded and
sinking a talon in the elastic band, tugging at it, "Whoa, pretty strong ones too. Hold on, lemme
just…"
The black bird scratched at some part of the compressor gear for a while, before clicking on
what sounded like a button, letting out a quick "There we go~" as he stepped back and joined the
group quickly forming in front of the newcomer. The bun, of course, immediately realized why
everyone was congregating on him: a murmur erupted into a wave of entirely inappropriate
cheering as the boxer briefs stretched out to release his full size, the fabric holding on admirably
as he ballooned outwards, his ass filling and then spilling from the seat, his balls squishing
heavily against the ground as the bun's thick, veiny cock struggled against its prison, staining the
fabric already with a trickle of pre. Watching himself go from flat to full in such little time was
enough to have his eyes go half-lidded and his mind become hazy with barely contained lust,
both his hands immediately seeking out his rod to massage and rub it through the compressor
wear.
In a way, he was doing this because he knew he'd be stopped. No way, in that room full of
people, would he be allowed to jerk himself off without anyone stepping in and telling him he
had a show to do soon. So, why stop himself, if someone else would? It barely registered to him
that he probably still had the chemicals running around in his system, registered even less that
the people around him were egging him on, the crow sneaking to his back again. Jack figured
they were going to turn the compressor back on, but didn't complain when they sunk their talons
into his ass instead, biting his lip as his sensitive flesh was kneaded and groped by greedy
fingers. He didn't mind when his member began to strain against the fabric, his hands far too
small to encompass even a tiny portion of it as it engorged further, his balls gurgling and
churning into activity as they sensed an incoming release; the sound was deep and bassy, the
immense cumtanks rumbling with each inch they swelled further, the compressor wear groaning
under the onslaught until, with a glorious rip, tears began to open, his flesh bulging out from
them.
More and more hands appeared all over Jack's body, his closed eyes unable and unwilling to
see who they belonged to as his entire body was worked over by a touch far more experienced
than his own. The boxer briefs began to tear at the seams even more, his growth fueled by the
obscenity of his current predicament, a dressing room of studs ravenously finding as much of his
body to pleasure as they could manage. Maybe it was a hazing, he figured in some tiny corner of
his mind, and they'd stop before it was too late. Maybe it was just part of the job and he
shouldn't worry. Maybe he wanted this and needed it to keep going far past the point where it
should.
Maybe he needed it and that was it.
His tongue lolled out from his mouth when the floor-length cock he was sporting finally
broke free from the briefs and knocked two people on the chin on its way up, standing proud
above him, its tip bubbling with pre and coating the entire shaft in a slick, shiny sheen that made
working it so, so much easier. A dozen hands were pumping that turgid cock, even more sinking
themselves into the swelling orbs underneath, the entire room abuzz with the sounds of lurid
teasing and whorish moaning as his body became the center of attention for an orgy of
self-indulgence the likes of which he hadn't even considered existed. Before he knew it,
whatever remained of his good sense vanished when he felt a pair of lips wrap themselves
around the tip of his rod, with it quickly meeting a warm, inviting throat along with the wet,
slurping sounds of someone having far too much fun for their own good. He was buried in a pile
of hands, growing under their attentive care, sweating profusely as he tried (and failed) not to
attract attention with his loud whimpering and moaning. Underneath him, those exercise balls he
was sporting had swollen to the size of small beanbags, pumping a constant stream of his pre into
whoever was stuffing themselves with his body-length pillar of cockmeat.
It was too much for him to handle. Acting more on instinct than anything else, his hands flew
forward, grabbing onto the head of whoever was servicing him and pulling it down, gagging and
sputtering following quite loudly as he dumped his entire load into someone he couldn't bring
himself to open his eyes to see. He could feel and hear his nuts clenching, deep churning
accompanying each pump as their contents were drained away from their size and added into a
growing belly pressing against them. The bun screamed in agonizing pleasure, his poor brain far
too unused to this kind of experience to tolerate it; he blanked once again, this time mercifully
pulling himself together just a few moments later, right after he was done draining his stuffed
orbs into whoever had been lucky enough to drink from the tap.
The room was filled with the kind of sounds one would expect from a place of ill repute, the
few who hadn't climaxed already working themselves to completion while everyone else just
basked in the afterglow of the bun's private show. Slowly opening his eyes, Jack had to stifle a
gasp when he saw that the man he'd just dumped his load into, a very handsome-looking young
canine that could probably lift him without even realizing, was still hanging onto his dick, throat
bulging out massively as his own half-lidded eyes stared blankly ahead, the canid suckling on
that rod for whatever drops were left. Knees on the ground, his belly had bloated considerably,
almost comically, slorshing quietly with each motion, feeling comfortably warm against the
rabbit's nuts… which, much to his delight-slash-concern, had once again undergone a growth
spurt.
He had expected them to drain out with a release like that, give him a little bit of relief,
maybe even lose some of their previous size and let him achieve some measure of freedom of
movement. What he didn't expect was for them to have grown even larger, apparently deciding
that even the size they'd achieved in the middle of that party of theirs wasn't enough, and resting
at a size so large that he doubted he'd be able to walk normally without dragging them behind
him; not that he minded, obviously, but it was… surprising. Eager to find out just how much his
member had gained from it, and not really caring about the dignity of anyone in that room
(himself included), he opted to bring one of his paws to the canine's face, slowly pushing him off
his rod and leaving behind far too big of a trail of drool for him not to blush at. Of course, if that
set him off, his size would do far more; expecting his cum dumpster to just fall off at any second,
Jack's left stunned at him just going and going, more and more cockmeat seeming to appear
from nowhere as it left the guy's throat, even his leg fully stretched out not being enough!
Slightly panicking, especially with the dog trying to climb back up the shaft, the bun took a
desperate approach and wrapped both his arms around that enormous pillar, only then noticing it
was about as thick as one of his substantially-sized thighs; tugging upwards with all his strength,
he finally dislodged the little embarrassment and released his full size. Just as the canine fell
backwards with a punch-drunk, contented look stamped on his cum-stained face, the bun
inadvertently helped worsen the mess around the dressing room, still pouring out prodigious
amounts of his own fluids from a tip that was, by all means, too far away from him. That cock
was quite probably as tall as his torso and head put together, albeit when fully erect, and seemed
unwilling to stop itself from dripping with thick globs of his seed, coating it, the bun's chest, and
everything around them in a dull-white coating.
As he looked at himself, and the size he knew he'd be saddled with for the foreseeable future,
Jack wondered how exactly he was supposed to perform, or if he would even be allowed to.
After all, with what he had just done, there was a very high chance he'd just get thrown out and
left to rot after potentially ruining one of their staff member's physique. Of course, all he did was
wonder about it; he didn't particularly care too much, being too busy admiring the girthy,
vein-covered, pre-slicked, cum-covered manhood he had attached to himself. He marvelled at
how his hands were so small in comparison to it, how he could probably hug it and rub himself
all over it. With a small yelp, he brought a foot to one of his overstuffed balls, pressing down on
it and drawing another spurt that ended up splattering against the ceiling, which had until then
remained untouched. He was sensitive, far more than before, each touch eliciting a flinch,
threatening to overpower his senses from just a gentle rub. And yet, all he wanted to do was keep
rubbing, bypass whatever refractory period he might still have and go straight for another climax.
But he had better plans.
With a grin spreading across his soon-to-be-stained lips, Jack pulled back on that rod,
bringing it as close to his face as he could muster. It was far too large for him to take in like last
time, and it was nothing short of miraculous that the canine squirming around on the floor, big as
he was, managed to do so without tearing apart his jaw. But he could press his muzzle to the
bubbling tip, kiss himself in the most obscene manner possible as his tongue spread himself out,
letting his own fluids flow into him. Once again he was tasting his own cum, letting it flow down
his throat and into his stomach, the torrent not nearly as powerful as it had been the last time…
and not nearly as powerful as he wanted it to be.
He knew perfectly well that this was a mistake and he shouldn't do it, but the bun was long
past caring. Making sure his face was nice and stuffed against his cock's tip, he brought both his
feet over to the cumtanks churning away underneath him, and pressed down hard on them. The
results were immediate, the bloody things gurgling loud enough to startle him and his cock
momentarily bulging out as a gigantic glob of cum hit him on the back of the throat hard enough
for it to spill back out and nearly choke him. Gulping it down as quickly as he could, Jack
continued the exercise, milking his own balls for everything they had, his paws barely able to
even make a dent in their stretched skin, and yet more than able to force out what felt like gallons
of their warm, thick content down their owner's throat. The bun drank away, gulping his own
cum down like it was the finest wine, his belly bulging outwards as it was stuffed beyond
capacity and even more, only stopping when it had grown so large that it pushed his cock away
with its sheer girth. Dripping cum from his lips and onto his chest, the bun finally gave up, hands
falling weakly to his sides when he gave his body some rest, staring down at his ruined form and
the cumgut he'd just given himself.
Not that it would last long, obviously; whatever the drugs had done to his system, that
enormous bulge began to flatten out just a few moments later, going exactly to where Jack
wanted it to: his whole body seemed to creak audibly as those gallons turned to pounds yet again,
thighs thickening, hips flaring, ass fattening until, in one dreadful moment, the bun remembered
he was sitting on a chair, and the entire thing came crashing down with the sheer weight he'd just
given himself. But hell, even the fall did nothing to stop his lust; rather than a painful crash, he
fell on a pair of asscheeks so big that his torso looked drastically undersized compared to their
mass, his hands sinking into a set of thighs that finally developed enough that he could almost
lose his fingers completely inside of them. When his belly was fully flat, his mind was finally at
ease, content in knowing he'd taken one step forward in maybe, just maybe, feeling content with
how big he was.
No promises.
This odd spiritual sense of calm was broken nearly instantly by the sound of a door banging
open, followed by the club owner's surprised yelping and a series of laughs coming from behind
him.
"Wha-... what th-..." he stammered, taking a few steps into the mess and trying not to trip on
any cum puddle or insensate dancer, "what the fuck happened here?!"
Jack wanted to answer, but he felt as if it was unnecessary. Instead, he opted for the only
thing he knew still gave him a chance at not getting thrown out on his considerable ass:
"When am I up~?"
|
(F tf Dog)
Monica came home again from work exhausted. She is the personal secretary for the boss of the company, but that means she also needs to collect the papers all of his underlings submit and file them for the boss. So instead of sitting behind a desk chewing gum and occasionally answering the phone, she is constantly running back and forth around the office trying to badger people into handing over their work on time for once. Her body is so physically tired and sore, but she doubts she would be able to sleep this early, even for a nap. Unfortunately Monica is also so busy at work all the time that she does not have a boyfriend, so there is no one to cuddle or to relieve tension in... other ways.
Monica went to make dinner and grabbed a huge tome off the shelf. Monica had to move to this new apartment to cut down on commute time to work because gas prices were getting asinine. Unfortunately that meant it was not fully furnished at the moment- she has no kitchen table. To help her out; Monica's friend Connie let her borrow a great magic tome on conjuring objects! With the spells inside Monica can summon whatever objects she needed to use. The only down side is they are not real- if she ever depleted all the mana in her apartment the objects would just vanish into thin air. But she only needs them here and there and Monica doesn't cast any other spells so the odds of her totally wiping out the ambient mana are slim. She took the tome out to summon a table again but then paused, biting her lip and flipping through the pages instead. The book says that is an exhaustive collection of all conjurable items, so unless it is false advertising, there should be at least one of basically anything. Does that mean it has... sex toys?
Yup, sure enough there was a single dildo summoning spell- though it also came with a slew of modifier runes she could use to customize it. She was feeling frustrated and stressed from work, so she decided she wanted to ride a beast- she used a summoning for a canine phallus rather than a human one. It appeared on her counter, standing in its seven inch glory. She sort of wished it was bigger, since the knot is included in that seven inches but there was no modifiers for size in the tome. Monica blushed as she grabbed the taught rubber knot and popped it off the counter- it has a small suction cup base. It has a good heft to it. She turned it around in her hands examining the new toy and is impressed by the amount of detailing on it. There is even a deep divot on the tip that made her wonder for a moment if it was one of those dildos that could actually ejaculate, but there is no other hole for the pipe to inject the fake cum through, so that can't be the case.
Monica dashed to her bedroom with the dong in hand, and as soon as she approached her bed, her heart jumped into her throat when she heard a deep, smooth man's voice!
"Not going to turn the lights off? Easier to set the mood in dim or dark lighting."
She spun around in fear looking for the source of the voice but there was no one there. But the voice sounded close by, there isn't anything to hide behind, so where is he?!
"Sorry, were you not expecting me to talk? I will be quite."
"Where are you?! Who are you?! What do you want!?"
"I am in your hands, my dear."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"N-nothing, it was literal."
Monica slowly looked down at the dildo in her hands. "Wait... you- the dildo can talk?!"
"If you wish it. My sole purpose is to pleasure, so if it bothers you..."
"N-no! Well... I don't know! I didn't think the toy I summoned would have a mind of its own!"
"All to better build the fantasy. The purpose of a false phallus is to imitate the real thing, no?"
"But wait, you don't have eyes, so how do you see? Do you... feel through it?"
"I can feel everything, and I can see things within a limited range of the phallus. But enough about me, what about you? You seem very tense. You have gone too long alone, you need some time to enjoy yourself fully. Someone to treat you like how you deserve to be treated."
"Y...yea..."
She slowly got undressed and the phallus said nothing, just waited patiently.
"What is your name anyway?"
"Whatever you wish it to be."
"Well, I dunno.... how about Rex? You are a dog dick."
"Then thus shall I be named."
She got into bed nervously, though also a bit giddy from the toy's smooth-talking promises of pleasure. His voice was heavy and smooth like honey.
Monica held him over her nethers. "W-well, ready to go?"
"I am ready whenever you are."
She slowly slid the tip in and suddenly against her nethers it felt warmer! It felt almost hot- like it was alive! Monica's eyes went wide as she actually felt it pulse! The veins and shaft itself actually throb! Against her hand it still feels like stiff rubber, but against her pussy it feels like flesh! She slowly dipped Rex in, a little deeper each time, but after several bobs into her vulva- Rex took over! Monica let go in surprise- the dildo was moving entirely on its own! He only waited for her to guide him in so he could match her speed. Rex started slow and went only to the base of his shaft. Only when he picked up pace did he start to use the knot- in comparison to her human pussy, the knot could not tie her, but it did stretch her further when it popped in and out, which put more pressure onto her clit above and sparked her pleasure. He even made a few dog sounds, and it caused Monica to giggle breathlessly- his voice still sounded human so rather than an actual low bark it was more like a handsome man imitating one. Monica bit her lip and closed her eyes, imagining an actual dog there fucking her. It isn't something she would normally fantasize about at all, but with Rex plowing her it seemed appropriate. Rex knew when she was approaching climax.
Normally if Monica was doing this alone, she would have to lay off a bit with the dildo because the orgasmic pleasure kills the strength in her, but Rex obviously had no such issue. Monica shrieked louder than intended and thrust her hip off the bed, grabbing up the bed sheets in her fists and scrunched her face up as a thin burst of female ejaculate arched across the room! When she was about to climax, Rex's shaft started throbbing as if he was also going to cum, and that also caused his knot to swell larger- he rammed the knot in just as she climaxed which pinched the base of her clit! Monica was overcome with so much pleasure she flopped over into a shuddering heap for several minutes, her mind whited out in shock. Rex slowly slid out on his own and stood on his suction cup bottom; standing in attention for whenever he is next needed.
Now Monica resumed her evening, having her now-late dinner. She could not for a moment stop thinking about Rex waiting in her bedroom though. That enchanted dildo just put every man she had ever slept with before to shame. Heck, even his voice is sexier. Rex made her squirt! She hasn't done that since she was in her early teens! She also found imagining an actual dog doing it to be very sexy. Just to be extra lewd, doing something truly perverse in the name of exotic pleasure. She imagined being in a narrow alleyway in a high traffic area, getting fucked by a big stray mut, hidden just barely enough from all the people that she doesn't get caught. After dinner she watched a bit of television but could not concentrate on it at all. All her thoughts about the new fantasy and Rex was causing her to be just as horny after him servicing her as she was before! When she got into bed later, she glanced at him a bit nervously sitting on the bed where she left him without putting him away.
"Uhm... do you think..."
"You require my services again?"
"W-well, I was just... wondering if you were up to- er, I mean how often do you normally...?"
"As often as I am requested, my dear. I am a toy of pleasure- I do not go flaccid. It is only natural you require so much after going so long without. You deserve more!"
Monica slowly reached over and picked him up by the knot, bringing him above her privates again.
"Oh, and I should have asked before but, do you want me to cum too?"
"Y-you can cum?! You don't have balls!"
"I don't have a body either, but I still have a functioning phallus. If you want me to, I can. As much as you want, in fact."
Monica's voice got real small and she softly nodded. "Y-yea..."
This time she just guided Rex's tip in and let go- the dildo remained hovering exactly where she held him and then slowly sank in on his own. It felt so weird having something that felt so much like a real dog penis thrusting in and out of her, yet there was nothing else there. She could cup her hand over her pussy. She could stand, lay, or squat into literally any position and Rex could continue to fuck her completely uninterrupted. Monica closed her eyes again and fantasized about being in the alley getting fucked by a stray. Maybe there was other strays too, lined up, waiting their turn- their heavy dicks bouncing under them in anticipation. Monica put her hand around her neck and imagined she was wearing a dog collar- and the dog fucking her had the leash in his mouth. She is getting walked by the dogs! Using her other hand to hold herself up, she rolled over and got up onto all fours so Rex could plunge into her doggy-style! As this was the natural mating position of many animals- this gave him more room to work with... but we can't have that, now can we? No wasted space. Rex started to grow, changing proportions to better match her insides in this new position! His knot swelled up bigger and then the later portion of his shaft also started to swell wider, while the overall dong got very slightly longer- he had mostly increased in girth.
Monica hit another orgasm and this time her sudden shout almost sounded like an 'ARF' followed by a long moan she deliberately tried to make sound like a howl. As soon as she started her climax, Rex had his. He crammed the knot into her once again slamming her clit from the inside, but this time his knot swelled large enough at orgasm to completely plug her- tieing her loosely. He blasted a massive amount of cum into her, coating her insides and then bloating the sides of her pussy outward, squeezing all her pleasure nerves even more! Monica looked down to see her lower gut and crotch bloating up with internal pressure and then finally there was so much pressurized cum in her that Rex blasted himself out! The bottom of the bed was blasted with a deluge of white goo! Monica flopped face-first into her pillow with a goofy, tired smile on her face.
"Promise me one thing my dear?"
"Mmmm?"
"Do not let yourself go so long without pleasure again? These are the sort of nights you owe yourself."
"Mmmmm....."
Monica passed out and did not wake up till her morning alarm! She swatted the alarm clock and flipped over quickly. Ah crap, she did not clean up after last night- now it will be dried on like cement! When she looked at her bed though she had to blink several times to try and adjust her eyes. There was no mess.
"Uh... Rex? You awake?"
"I do not sleep, so, yes."
"Did you already clean up somehow?"
"There was nothing to clean up, my dear. My ejaculate is magically generated- once I stop channeling the effect it simply stops existing." He chuckled. "I would not leave you to clean up my messes."
Monica had a day off today thankfully due to a holiday basically no one remembers what it is for- but are all glad it exists. She would have another two days of work after today though before the actual weekend. Monica felt so good today and so... refreshed! Memories of last night with Rex made her almost giddy. Monica is almost sad he isn't a real guy, or dog. She wants to show him off, shout out to the world that she has found the best fucker in existence! As she was eating breakfast though, she noticed the nails on her hand were oddly thick, and much longer than when she went to sleep. They also seemed narrower? She had to get ready after breakfast anyway to meet up with her friend Connie, so she went to the bathroom to get a better look at her nails in the bright light of the smaller room.
"REX!!" He could hear her feet stomping rapidly toward the bedroom before she burst in. "What did you do to me?!?"
Both of her tall pointed ears were pulled back in fear, and her little nub of a tail completely still.
"Helping you immerse yourself in the fantasy? You were having such a good time, there is no need to stop."
"You made me part dog?!"
"Well... not really, but sort of? Like my ejaculate it is just an effect- a very realistic illusion. Unless you change completely the effect will just evaporate once the spell ends."
Her human ears had transformed into tall triangular ears of a doberman- the super-short black fur on their backs matching her black human hair. Like a doberman, her tail is a large nub above her butt; too short to wag, it vibrates when she is happy. Her fingernails are part way transformed to the blunted claws of a canine, and her toenails are fully transformed. Her big toe isn't big anymore- it shrank and pulled back from the others having regressed partially into a dew claw, but because her actual foot did not reshape at all, it was still relatively close to the others still. Her outer labia were very puffy; her pussy almost looked like she had been using a pump on it, but that was just its default now. All of her teeth were pointier, and she has a six-pack of nipples on her midriff! Her areola on her breasts had shrank to tiny dots barely wider than the nipple itself as if trying to match the newcomers.
"Okay, but, we aren't having sex right now!"
"Fantasies are not restricted solely to sexual acts, even if you use them for sexual acts." His calm and rational speaking was at least calming her down again.
"But I am about to go meet my friend Connie at the park! I am supposed to go jogging with her today!"
"Well then... have fun! The weather is divine outside at the moment. Spending time with friends helps make a tedious task like supersize into a memorable time."
"...I can't go out looking like a dog!"
"Oh gosh, no. You should definitely put a hat on."
"What?!"
"Your ears, my dear. They point straight up, so you can put a hat on to cover them entirely. Your tail is so small that the back of your shirt will cover it. Your shoes will cover the claws on your feet... what else is there to fret over? Unless Margery plans to undress you in the park, no one need know anything- unless you wish for them to know. You see, you mix pleasure into your daily life to make everything better. It does not need to be an isolated occurrence. You hang out with a friend to make getting fit more tolerable, yes? You can keep your fantasy alive while you are at work or with friends to make your day to day life more thrilling, more fun. Is that not what you wish?"
"Well... I mean, yes but... like THIS? I don't even know about the whole dog fantasy thing... it was sort of an accident in the first place."
Rex chuckled. "The discovery of Penicillin was an accident, too. Well, just try it out. If you do not like it I can very easily revert you later. We can keep on experimenting with things till we find what works best for you."
"Hrrrm.... I guess. Okay..."
It was hard to argue with logic. So, Monica got dressed, very carefully. She could not wear anything with too tight of a waist or she would pinch her little tail. She needed a hat to cover her ears, and she could not wear any top that exposed her midriff even though she was going jogging- because then she would expose all her extra nipples. Monica gave one last look at her erect friend on the nightstand before sighing and heading out.
Monica was obviously very nervous when out jogging and glanced around constantly at other people, wondering if anyone noticed. She was worried and distracted at first, but she wanted to catch up with Connie on life so talking to her friend as they jogged helped get her mind off it a little. After a while; seeing no one noticed anything off, she started to see the appeal in her secret. It actually reminded her of her fantasy the other night, being banged in an alleyway while people passed by just outside on a busy street. Being lewd and bestial in plain sight. Everyone else is too wound up living their own lives to notice what she does in hers- which gave her more freedom of what she could do with hers than she would have expected. It was a good thing she remained moving, because you could see the back of her shirt fluttering around from her tail wagging at the bottom.
She was also having a hard time keeping pace with Connie- she kept pulling ahead on accident.
Connie shook her head and huffed as Monica had to slow down for her again. "I will have whatever you are on. You got more bounce in your step today than I can muster in a month. Something happen?"
"N-no, not really. I am just full of energy. Heyyy.... that magic tome you leant me?"
"Yea?"
"Did you know it has a spell for.... dildos?"
"REALLY? That old thing? Dayum. I don't know if I would trust that, haha."
"W-why?"
"That tome has been passed down in my family for a few generations- it is pretty damn old. Older spells were not really optimized and a lot of the more powerful spells had an inverse reaction. Like, a spell that made fire would freeze something else in order to do it- something like that. Well. My family has been using that tome here and there for generations and we are fine, so I guess it is alright. I don't know if anyone used that particular spell thoug- ew."
"What?"
"I just thought about possibility of my family members having used the dildo conjuring spell." Monica scrunched up her face. "Yea, exactly."
Connie ended up tiring out and heading home for lunch, but Monica still had plenty of energy to burn so she decided to stay in the park and run a bit more. It wasn't till a dalmation ran up to her that she paused. Its tail was wagging and it was smelling her quite a bit, did she forget a snack in her pocket or something? She pet it and the dalmatian did a little hop, trying to get up on her. It was then Monica noticed the front of its red rocket peeking out the sheath! He was smelling her because she smells slightly like a female dog herself! The dalmatian wanted to mount her! She held her hand out to prevent it from jumping up onto her while his owner ran up, apologizing for his dog yanking the leash out of his hand and bolting. Monica said it was fine, but her face was bright pink from blushing. Now men and dogs think she is hot. That sort of turned her on. But she needed to get home before another dog pounced! She only wanted one canine cock in her and that was Rex.
Monica moaned at the heat between her legs as she burst back into her tiny apartment and discarded her clothing quickly as she crossed it to the bedroom. When she looked down at herself her blush renewed- it was a good thing no one was paying close attention to her because you could see ALL of her nipples. She was so flustered getting dressed this morning she never wore a bra. Her sweat from running caused her baggy white shirt to turn translucent- you can see both human nipples and all six canine nipples through the fabric! She tossed off the sweat drenched shirt and immediately hopped up the bed and skittered to the head of the bed on all fours.
Rex chuckled. "My, frisky, are we? That is good to see, so I take it you had fun then?"
Monica grabbed him and popped him off the smooth wood of the nightstand, but then paused, looking over the details of his surface, licking her lips. "Hey, you... feel like rubber, but when you are... inside, it feels real?"
"Yes, well I am made of rubber but I am still a sort-of life, and can imitate the real deal well. It is my job, after all."
Her voice became heavy and breathy. "S-so... what if you were in a different hole?"
"Mmm?"
"What does it... feel like in my mouth?"
She kissed the head, and while the rest of the phallus did not move, she felt him throb against her lips. She pushed just the very tip into her mouth and pulled back and forth in short, quick movements. Every few seconds she took a bit more in and a bit more. Against her lips and tongue she could feel veins throbbing below the surface- the faint beating of a heart and the more prominence throb of arousal and pleasure over it. As she pushed Rex deeper she could feel the soft projected urethra dragging a trail of hot, mildly salty fluid across her tongue! He was burbling up precum! Monica's eyes rolled back in her head. Man, if a dildo can be this good, why did real men even bother existing? Her lips slid down and pushed up against the top of the knot, and then in a slight forward jerk Rex moved- pushing the knot against her lips. She loosened her lips to try and slide further but a moment later he thrust forward again and surprised her, popping the entire knot into her mouth! She wasn't even sure if it would fit past her teeth without scraping it, but apparently Rex was more confident than her. The small suction cup at the base was pressed against her lips, covering her mouth.
"Imagine being under a huge, powerful dog."
"Mmm. Mhmmhm." She could not talk with the phallus stuck in her.
He gently thrust in, using small but rapid movements, much like an actual dog once the knot is in. "The complications of a human relationship do not exist. Only your pleasure, at letting him have his pleasure."
"Mmm-mmmh!" Her muffled moans got desperate, her drool and his pre pooling in her mouth, trapped inside by the knot and suction cup.
"Feel how I throb, so desperate. You make me feel so good I cannot hold back. Your body reduces males to their bestial urges."
"Mm-mm...HMMmm!"
Her pussy clenched in a mini-orgasm, but his dick throbbed powerfully in a massive orgasm. Thick, hot cum exploded down her throat! His huge dick was long enough that he bypassed her throat entirely and was ejaculating straight down her throat! Monica flopped and rolled around on the bed, her throat bulging with each massive jet of cum. As he finished Monica was laying on her belly with her arms at her sides. He shrank slightly so he could pop back out easily- all that flowed out however was a few strands of drool. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons into her, she felt no more heavy. Once again the cum just vanished entirely after the fact- it was never real in the first place.
Monica was love-drunk at this point though, and as she lazily got up onto all fours she burped and smiled as she noticed her breath smelled like cum. She quickly turned around and wiggled her tushy for Rex to get in again. He once again popped into her pussy and started thrusting into her. He had a lot of strength behind those thrusts, for not having a body. Her nails continued to darken and thicken till they matched the claws on her feet. Her toes compacted a bit, getting plump looking as the bottom of her feet ballooned into thick, black pads of skin! Her toes slid down the bed as Rex thrust into her and the soles of her feet became longer and longer, causing what used to be her big toe to be left further behind, till her feet devolved entirely into paws! She yelped and yipped like a bitch in heat as her teeth turned completely into fangs. Her areola continued to shrink and vanish and then her nipples did the same as her breasts regressed into her, the skin pulling taught over the diminishing mounds. Her six breastless nipples on her midriff however stood out even further, into erect little nubs. Her labia started to project even further out from her, changing shape. Her slit became a Y shape on a large triangular pillow of flesh that her labia became- swallowing her clit entirely into a pocket inside the top of the triangle. Her labia blushed darker red, then grey-red, then continued to darken all the way black- though you could still see pink on their innermost curvature. The fur that only covered her tail started to advance up, forming a large triangular patch on her back! Her pubic hair transformed into fur as well, but also changed color to base brown to match the underbelly of a doberman. Fur grew on her toes as well, but for now just tapered off over the body of the paw.
They both had an explosive orgasm to finish off again, but then Monica had a bit of a panick attack when she realized she turned even more dog!
"I can't bree l-ark this! Ack! I made dog sounds!"
Rex chuckled. "Adorable dog sounds. You look lovely my dear, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"Rrrex! I can't be a dog! I have to go to wrrrrk tomorr-rr-RAH!"
"Your face is still completely human, just dress up like you did on your walk? I did not intend to change you more, myself. Your fantasy triggered the further changes- you got more into it so my magic helped you get more into it. My powers exist to please you, so when you demand more- consciously or otherwise- I will always provide."
"So if I don't want this?"
"You wouldn't have it in the first place if you did not want it. Like I said- I did not consciously influence your second changes. If you actually encounter problems with this form, you will legitimately dislike parts of it, and it will automatically adjust. So I would recommend just living as normally as possible and your form should automatically adjust to whatever you need it to be. I could remove it entirely, sure, but, again- where would that leave you? Back to being sexually frustrated and run down by day to day life? I think the pros outweigh the cons here by a substantial amount."
Monica was really worried about getting caught now. Her body felt so good, and the fantasy was so erotic. She loved Rex, he made her feel so good, so sexy. It was no wonder she couldn't make herself want to resist these changes. They are associated to everything that makes her feel good, while the only thing holding her back is also the thing that made her feel so shitty that she resorted to summoning a dildo in the first place.
Monica was chewing her bottom lip the whole rest of the day, trying to hold herself back. She still felt horny, and wanted to ride Rex again but was afraid she would become even more dog. She had work tomorrow anyway, she would have to get her mind out of the gutter. Thinking about having to run errands around the office all day again was enough to temper back her arousal for now. She would rather help Rex bury his bone than play fetch at the office anyway. Or go for walkies with Connie in the park again! She can tease all the other dogs with her looks! All the dogs she means, not other dogs. Or... none of the dogs! She doesn't want actual dogs! She went to sleep easily enough that night, but her dreams were a wild blur of scenes and throbbing knots!
Monica woke up the next morning grinding her thighs together. Her pussy felt so hot! She let out a very canine sounding whine as she got dressed for work. She had to hide her ears though. She placed a baseball hat on... maybe that would be okay? Definitely not something she should be wearing to the office, but on the other hand... who actually took the time to look at her? They bark orders at her- they don't actually look her in the eye or TALK to her. She might as well just be a conveyor belt to carry their papers around on. Monica noticed her panties getting wet as her legs trembled. She scuttled over to the nightstand and pulled her skirt and panties down.
"N-need...."
"Certainly my dear, but do not lose track of the time, either. You are due at work soon and you do have at least a bit of travel time."
Rex shoved into her and her entire body shivered. It felt like he just scratched some unreachable itch. The heat dulled considerably and she felt so, soooo much better with his big dick inside of her. But she did need to go. Did she even have enough time to let him fuck her?! And what if she turned more dog?
She whined again, both of her ears tucked back. "Wur- w- what do I dooo? Monica carr in sick? The boss would probabry flay me for it. Rrr-right after a hurriday, it wirrr rook rike I am faking ARK- it fur sure. Monica... need..."
"W-well, if you really need me you could always just take me with you."
"Wur?" One of her ears perked up.
"Well I mean- I have no body. I am just a phallus, you can fit my entire form inside of your body and just take me to work with you. No part of me sticks out for anyone to see in the first place, so I could be thrusting into you right in front of someone and no one would know."
As if to demonstrate he pushed the rest of the way into her, so the suction cup on the bottom even sunk somewhat into her overly plush labia. Monica barked and almost fell over forward from the pleasure. After a moment to stabilize herself she pulled her panties and skirt back in to place- with Rex inside of her. He has no voice after all- what she hears is telepathic, which means no one but her can hear him when he speaks. Rex gently thrust into her as she walked on the way to the office, which caused her to walk faster to stay balanced, so he made sure to stop well ahead of any crosswalks at risk of unintentionally sending her into traffic. She was making plenty of lube but thanks to how plush her labia is and how wide his knot is- none of it could escape to mess up her clothing. She looked very odd in a woman's business suit with a baseball cap on and got a few raised eyebrows on the way to the office. As predicted however; once at the office no one looked up from their papers or monitor long enough to notice anything amiss. The boss could not even see her past the mountain of paperwork on his desk and knew it was her simply by the fact she is the only one who would dare just waltz into his office unannounced.
"Monica, get Franklin to give me his fucking budget report. I don't care if his house is burning down, I need those papers two days ago and I am tired of getting excuses! Guess how much of this company I can run on excuses? Fucking nothing!"
"RIKE eh r-right. urf." Even her sigh sounded dog-like.
"And can you make sure Joseph actually knows what the fuck he is doing? Mary was supposed to train him a week ago and I was telling him to pick up the pace on shit yesterday and he is just looking at me confused like no one told him what the fuck to do in the first place!"
"ARK get rrr-right on ert..."
Rex softly pumped into her during the entire conversation then picked up pace as she left the office, causing her to fall back against the wall outside the door to steady herself. The boss raises her stress- Rex melts it away.
"You are such a good person for putting up with him. Who's a good girl?"
"Ah... hah. M-me... ah... M- ARK- Monica is!"
Monica was starting to pant, half because her body was so hot from having sex in public but also because her lungs were shrinking- forcing her breath out as their capacity shrank! Her entire body was getting smaller, causing her clothing to become bigger and looser on her! She started to look like a child attempting to wear adult clothing.
"Okay, you should get those papers now, I will stay still."
"N-no more! More neeeed." She whined again.
"Er... alright, if you are sure. I will... go slow."
Her nose started to turn black and cool to the touch on the end. Monica walked with more of a hunch as she shrank, and held her hands out in front of her as she walked, as it felt more and more unusual to walk on two legs. Her hands started to compress and stretch.
She arrived at Franklin's cubical, panting with her enlarging tongue dangling out of her mouth- a bead of drool forming on the end of it. "Rrrr-report fur boss, now, Monica want."
"Jesus Monica, is that how you ask for things these days. Look, I need to double check the numbers because too much time has past between submission and transcription- discrepancies could have arisen in that time, and I am sure he doesn't want the report unless it is actually accurate."
Monica rolled her eyes back in her head and braced her deforming hands on the sides of the cubical as Rex thrust into her, slow but hard.
Franklin furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you even liste-" He turned around in his office chair and actually seen her. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? Are you some sort of werewolf?!" He stood up and grabbed his phone. "I am calling security!"
Monica furrowed her brows now. Someone trying to stop her fun? Nope. She stumbled forward and bit the hand holding the phone making him drop it! Monica kicked the phone under the cubical wall.
Franklin looked over the wall of his cubical at Linda. "Linda, call security, Monica is a werewolf!"
Linda looked up at him with the most tired of eyes. "Frank, you're a big boy now, you can make your own damn calls."
"But Linda-!"
"Frank, you have to the count of ten to either get your head out of my space or I am either gunna bust my monitor over your sorry ass or call HR- I will decide which one when I get there."
By the time Franklin turned around again, Monica was gone- though her shoes were still there, and her leggings, and then he found her skirt a few feet away from that. Monica was in the hall between the offices and the meeting room but everyone was busy working so no one was in the halls.
Her top did not even come close to fitting- it was only holding on because the collar caught on her elbows. She had her hands up on the wall as Rex fucked her rigorously. She watched them deforming, stretching and turning into paws- her thumb regressing into useless dew claws and her upper palm swelling into black pads. She knew that was a problem, but it felt too good right now to think about it- she would worry about that later. Her body shrank so much that Rex now felt gigantic inside of her. He fucked sooo good. It felt too good to feel bad about anything else. It felt too good to think about anything, really.
"Mrrrr-ARK, morrrre, haRKderrr!"
"Aren't you worried about not being human? The magic only wears off if the spell isn't completed... and you-"
"Hrrdrr-ark! Morrr, fuck mrr mor... latrr thrrnk."
And so he pounded her even harder, causing her to be slightly winded with each thrust. She was confused by a loud pop in the bridge of her nose, and an odd pressure in her face. Slowly her head started to click and crack softly as her face stretched out! She moaned and groaned and her voice distorted even worse. Her tongue too large and her lips too long now to pronounce anything human!
"You certainly know how to treat yourself, at least. Such a good girl."
"Mrrnic-ARK grrd grrrl." She trembled in mini orgasms from being called a good girl and her face continued to push out further.
Rex popped his now comparatively giant knot out of her and then back in- thrusting just enough either way to pop it in and out, causing her pleasure levels to spike repeatedly. "Good girl, enjoy your fantasy! I will make sure no one can break you out of it, and you can go on being the bitch you wanted to be." The shadow of a doberman's fine fur started to advance around her entire body. "You wanted to be fucked by a dog more than you wanted to be human?"
"Ruhwr? Wruuff, ar....rah!" She tried to ask him what he meant but her head was too swamped with pleasure to think about it for long and her voice no longer worked to ask anything.
The last of her recognizable facial features were stretched into the face of a doberman and she became completely unrecognizable. Suddenly Rex fell out, plopping onto the floor standing on his suction cup again. Monica looked at him in a panic, not wanting him to stop. Her thoughts did not stop spinning when he stopped.
"Now, do you want to obey the fantasy, or your reality?" The itch returned, and the heat flashed through her driving her nuts, she needed to be fucked! "Sit, girl."
Monica immediately obeyed without even thinking about it, and skewered herself once again on his shaft! She felt a powerful pleasure throb through her entire body and an odd feeling- the spell cementing itself in place, making this her new default body. He started shooting his illusionary cum into her and she climaxed, having her plush triangle stretched around his huge throbbing knot! Her iris started to widen, causing her eyes to look darker, and her human hair started to rapidly fall out!
By the time anyone found her again, Monica was wandering around the front of the building, sniffing at the corners to see if there was any dogs that had been around here recently that could fuck her. She remembers that she is supposed to be human, but finds herself unable to act or really think much on the matter- her canine mind no longer had the capacity for complicated matters like that, and in truth she subconsciously avoided the thought knowing that she had semi-willingly thrown her humanity away herself anyway. Her level of concentration right now was almost non existent- she could only think about what was currently happening and her train of thought spun around on a dime whenever anything caught her interest. Franklin and the other workers eventually found and rounded up all her discarded clothing, but obviously never figured out what happened to Monica. She went missing and they found her ditched clothing so the running theory was that she went insane from being overworked, stripped naked and ran screaming into the hills. Franklin however was convinced werewolves were real now and had a pushpin note covered wall at home he used to map different theories and occurrences around the area, trying to reveal the secret of the were-people in his free time, going a little bit nuts himself.
Linda stopped and stared at the canine phallus stuck to the table of the meeting room. "What the fuuuuuuuck." She opened the glass door and looked it over- it looked brand new. "Someone bring this sucker in as a joke? Who the heck would use something like this?"
She heard a deep, honey smooth voice. "Someone who knows how to have a good time."
"Huh? Heh, I guess... damn I wonder what.... something like this would....?"
"I feel as good as you want me to. Come, have a seat."
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Dream
She could feel the hardness of his member pressing against her naked
ass. It was warm. He was warm. She wiggled into him a little, signaling
her readiness; her own body feeling the pulse of her throbbing clit,
anxious for something more. He didn't disappoint as she felt him shift,
his body sliding down between her legs, turning her over fully as his
beard dragged lightly over the backs of her thighs.
His arms pulled her hips up to him. She could feel his hot breath on
her swollen sex, the first lick of his tongue sending shivers through her
as she felt her hips hoisted. His mouth opened wide, taking the
entirety of her vulva in, impossibly wide she knew, but she savored it,
feeling his tongue lash against her clitoris.
But the alarm blared. Her dream state interrupted, as she felt the
perfection shatter. Her mind saw herself push him away, "Not now",
to the idea of sex. The dream lover, the man she'd spurned so many
years ago, his eyes full of disappointment. He let her go as the dream
façade cracked and faded leaving her horny and disappointed as she
smashed the top of her alarm clock.
It wasn't fair. She could feel herself still pulsing, still wet down there.
She wanted more. She wanted her lover back, but he was never
coming back. Instead, she had to accept her lot, looking down at the
sex that now swelled between her legs, many times bigger than he had
ever known. Thick, meaty lips that dripped her juices.
She wished for him back. She wished for the body of her dreams back,
but it wasn't to be. Slowly she levered herself out of bed, stumbling
to the bathroom. She could feel her clit still throbbing with each step,
but that was now the norm for her. Her body changed so.
The mirror never lied to her. She gazed at it forlornly, wondering what
he would think of her now. The slightly wider nose, the soft floppy
ears, the swollen breasts. She could feel her tail lash behind her,
another of the changes. She tried not to think about her newly
animalistic nature too much, but it was there. Carnal, every inch of
her begged for sex, from her small horns down to the tips of her dark
hooves. She just wished it didn't have to include frustrating dreams
about her ex. Down below she could feel the dampness of her swollen
lips that disagreed with her. She knew deep in her core that she
wanted him to be the one to suck on her udder.
Gently she shook the dream from her mind, and cleaned up the
dripping goo, ready to focus on the day ahead. Her breasts were
already tender, she was going to need milking soon. Sadly, she would
not feel her carnal needs sated by her ex-lover's dexterous tongue
today.
|
Mommy's Little Dragon
Lyella lay softly in her bed, her baby snuggled up against hir, snoring softly. Well, Ramie wasn't hir baby technically. The little dragon scooted closer to his adoptive mother, wrapping the snake morph with his two pair of feathered wings. Lyella churred softly at the gentle caresses. Shi curled her tail around his purple scaled tummy.
Hir maleness throbbed, needing attention. Ramie had a sixth sense about his mommy's arousal, or at least it seemed that way to her. Of course he might, after all he was the reason shi was a herm after all. Big, beautiful green eyes opened, peering at her, a smile coming to his muzzle. "Good morning, Mommy." the dragon purred, hugging the snake with all six paws.
"Is my baby hungry?" Lyella cooed, though 'baby' was a relative term, as Ramie was as large as Lyella was and about twice as heavy. "Mmmhmmm" the dragon murred, shifting in the bed. Unlike most dragons he had a rather short neck and blunt snout, somewhat like a cat. He also had a mane of soft navy blue hair. Ramie was covered, aside from the underbelly, with short black fur. His wings had black feathers which faded through purple to become blue at the tips. His long horse-like ears also had the same coloration, save for the soft pink interiors. A pair of short white horns jutted from his temples.
Ramie flicked out his long, forked tongue, curling it around his mother's maleness and began to suck. Lyella knew hir baby loved to suck, since he nursed on just about everything. Shi thought back to what had lead to the discovery of hir lovely dragonlet and the changes to hir body that came with him.
Shi, then entirely female, had become separated from the remains of her unit after a battle. There was almost no one left. They had fled into the swamp, where the wolphen were reluctant to tread, saying something about evil spirits. The only evil Lyella had found were the wolphen males. The better equipped and trained wolphen had slain all the males in her unit, and all those females they couldn't subdue.
She had been held down by two of the female wolphen as the biggest male ripped her armor off with his powerful claws and mated her violently. Bleeding and terrified, Lyella had managed to make a break for it, slipping into the waters of the swamp. The wolves pursued her, howling with glee at the hunt.
The little dragon had saved her life. A strange cry had rung out and the wolphen had become panicky; they suddenly looked afraid. They then turned and began to flee. Lyella had swum towards the noise, more afraid of the wolphen then anything the swamp could put against her. Anything in the swamp would just eat her.
Instead of a fearsome beast she'd found a the little dragon inside a small cave, not much larger then a newborn kitten. The dragonlet had been late born, Lyella had found it's two siblings dead just outside the nest. The little creature had trotted towards her, raising up onto it's back legs, waving four paws in the air, peering up at her longingly.
It had jumped on her, and began to lick her wounds. To Lyella's surprise they began to heal. Her cuts, scrapes, and claw-inflicted gashes faded quickly under the little dragon's tongue. Then it began to lick her where it hurt the most, where the alpha had violated her. The pain ceased, and was slowly replaced with a nice feeling.
Despite the pain having faded, the little dragon continued to lick her, nibbling her clit gently. All Lyella could do was lay back and moan as the dragon continued to 'nurse' on her clitty, she was worn out from her flight from the wolphen. The feelings from the dragon's suckling began to grow and change, before Lyella knew it, she had a six inch cock protruding from hir legs, with the entire length buried in the dragon's throat.
Shi could barely gasp as shi came for the first time, sending hir seed into the dragonlet's awaiting tummy. The snake lay there panting, blue and black scales covered with sweat from hir first loving sexual experience. Then the tiny dragon began to slip his head into hir femsex. Still too tired to resist, Lyella just gasped softly, bucking hir hips as the dragon proceeded to crawl inside hir womb.
The kitten sized dragon made only a tiny swelling in Lyella's belly with his presence. Shi curled hir tail around herself, both paws holding hir tummy as shi slept peacefully, a soft tingling drifting all over hir body.
Shi awoke the next morning to find that hir tiny bumps of breasts had grown tremendously, heavy and filled with milk, and not only that, but shi had another pair of them as well. She felt well rested, not like shi'd been in a battle and spent an entire night fleeing for hir life.
Lyella had returned to hir village, getting hir dismissal from the military when shi appeared with a bulge in hir gut. Being the only survivor from hir unit, those who weren't dead were wolphen slaves, which was just as bad. Lyella had been granted some meaningless medals, and a modest monthly pension.
The money was more then enough for hir to take care of hirself, and hir little dragon. A few months after he crawled in, the little dragon wriggled back out, twice the size he'd been. The little dragon had saved hir life, shi would care for him in return.
The snake morph had named him, and raised him as best shi could. He was kind, gentle, and shy around strangers. But Ramie loved hir very much, and shi loved him as well. Even at his current size, and the age of three, the dragon still enjoyed suckling at his mother's breasts, their milk flow only increasing over time.
Other things had also increased over time. Hir member was huge, nearly eighteen inches long and three thick, but Ramie still took it into his mouth easily. He nursed on hir cock, relishing hir seed just as much, if not more then hir milk. He had become hir mate as well, filling hir with his own member from time to time, though he wasn't quite as big as his mommy.
He would even ask hir to mate his tailhole from time to time, though truth be told he seemed to enjoy it more then shi did. Lyella preferred the soft, smooth forked tongue curled around hir big lavender shaft.
Ramie slid his paws beneath hir, cupping hir buttocks and pulling hir cock deeper into his mouth. Lyella lay back, hir paws wrapped around his ears, stroking them as he sucked hir off. He was very good at this, and he could keep hir on the edge of climax for as long as he wanted, drawing out his mother's pleasure.
Sadly they could no longer partake in one of their favorite things. A year ago Ramie had finally grown too big to be able to slip inside Lyella's femsex, and into hir womb. Shi missed the delicious weight inside hir as shi slept. It felt strange to curl up to hir baby, and have him be the same size as hirself.
The dragon snuck a clawtip into his mother's pussy, teasing and stroking hir. Ramie slid an entire finger in, then two, and then his entire paw. The act caused Lyella to moan loudly, hir juices spilling out onto hir tail. He pulled his paw from hir gushing snatch, slipping one finger into hir cunt, and the other into hir tailhole, causing Lyella to howl. He knew shi couldn't take that for long.
And shi couldn't. Within a few seconds shi arched hir back, climaxing violently from hir dual sexes, a feast of juices for hir baby to lap up, which he did in quick order. Ramie picked hir up, laying his mother on his belly, wrapping her with his wings, hugging hir to his chest. "Oh goddess! That was incredible, Ramie!" Lyella gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mama." he cooed softly, hugging hir with all four forepaws as well. "I have a surprise for you, Mama." the dragon said with a smile. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" Lyella asks.
"I'll show you." he purred, rolling hir onto the bed and sliding off, standing on his hind legs. "I've found out what these are for." he said quietly, indicating several patches of shiny scales on his belly, chest, and tail. There were also spots of them all over his front forelegs, his hips, and down above his sheath.
"Well what are they for?" Lyella asked, curious. "Roll onto your belly and face away from me." Ramie asked, his mother grinning and following his request amusedly. "Well, ok, but what are you going to do?" "Just watch!" Ramie says happily.
Lyella felt a sudden warmth on the tip of hir tail, and found Ramie's paws gripping hir body. The warm feeling began moving quickly up hir tail. She looked back to see Ramie pulling hir... into himself? He stood on his hind legs, lifting Lyella into the air, then letting hir go.
The snake morph suddenly found most of hir body inside hir dragon, everything below the neck inside of him, hir head poking out of his chest just above the breastbone. Shi could feel hir tail down inside his own, and hir legs bunched up inside his. "Now, slip your arms straight out to the sides." the dragon said, amused. Lyella did so, and found hir arms and paws inside Ramie's central legs.
"Do you like it, Mama?" the dragon asked, looking down at the blue and black reptile. "It feels nice and warm, like an all-over hug. "But I, uh... I can't move." Lyella wriggled, trying to get free, but to no avail. "You're not supposed to be able to." Ramie purred, laying down on the bed.
He placed his paws behind Lyella's head, tilting hir gaze downward. Shi gasped, able to see hir own scales through the wet looking patches of transparent scale. Ramie stroked his mother's light lavender hair gently. "Don't be scared, it's just like my being inside of you: soft, warm, wet, unable to do much more then wiggle."
Ramie rubbed a claw over the patch of scales where Lyella's breasts appeared, their size distorting the dragon's underbelly a bit. The snake shivered, as it was like shi could feel through the scales. "I... felt that. Like I was a part of you." Lyella says, astonished.
The dragon chuckled, the shaking jiggling Lyella around a little. "That's because you will be soon." he says, petting Lyella gently. The snake herm wriggled, trying to pull free, but found shi couldn't. "Let me go! C'mon, this is no time for jokes, this isn't funny!" shi howled.
He just nuzzled hir head gently with his snout. "It's a part of my life cycle, to take a female like this. We'll become one body, male and female. It's the only way to reproduce without a dragoness."
Ramie continued to nuzzle and pet hir. "It won't hurt, I'd never hurt, you, Mama. You fed me, took care of me, kept me warm and safe inside you. Now I'm going to do the same for you." The dragon licked hir softly.
"But I don't WANT to be a part of you!" shi pleaded, beginning to cry. "Ssssh, sssh, sssh. Don't be frightened, it's not going to hurt at all. It'll feel wonderful. Haven't you ever dreamed of being a big, strong dragon? Haven't you ever wanted to feel what it's truly like to fly, not just ride? Our belly is going to feel so wonderful filled with eggs. Won't it feel great to have tiny dragon suckling from you again, wriggling sweetly inside you? Hmm?" he cooed in hir ear, placing a paw on the patch of scales above hir crotch.
Lyella closed hir eyes. He was right. Shi did think it would be wonderful to have a belly full of hatchlings, having tiny dragons nursing from hir. "What, are you giving up, Mama? You still get to be with me, we still get to mate and play with each other. I'll always love you, Mama." he purrs.
The snake herm yelped as something warm and wet pressed against hir tailhole. "Sssh, this is the first part of our joining. Just let me in, Mama, it'll be ok. " he said, running his tongue over hir cheek. She gave a little bit of resistance out of instinct, but relaxed, letting the probing tentacle like part of Ramie inside.
Shi could feel a sweet tingling inside hir body, causing her to moan softly. "What's happening?" shi asked in curiosity. "I'm absorbing nearly all of your organs, you won't need them. I breath for you, I eat for you, my heart pumps enough blood for both of us. But you can still breathe, and you can still eat, you're just linked to me. The parts of your body that are no longer needed will vanish, used as fuel for our fusion."
Lyella shivered, Ramie was basically eating most of hir alive. Feeling hir anxiety he attempted to calm hir. "You'll be ok, you don't feel any pain, do you?" "No." Lyella admits. "Just relax, this is going to feel kind of tingly at first..."
Dragon and serpent gasped as their nervous systems linked. Lyella could feel Ramie's powerful body, his paws, his wings, his tail. The delicious full feeling of hir presence inside him. Hir own arms, legs and tail fusing with his own, adding their muscle mass to his own. The transparent patches of scales dissolving as hir own skin replaced them.
Shi could feel a strange feeling spread across places of hir... their body. "Wh-what is that?" shi asked, more curious then frightened now. "The last of our changes, one I'm sure you'll enjoy."
"What's thAAAAAAH!" shi gasps, feeling hirself filled with dragoncock. "Prehensile, large cock." Ramie said, smiling. "Mmmm, so that's what it feels like for a female." the dragon purred. Lyella could only gasp, feeling cock and cunt simultaneously. "Oh Ramie, this feels so... so... mmmm!"
"Yes, Mama, it feels wonderful." he said, bringing all four forepaws up to stroke their breasts. Ramie began to growl softly, Lyella could only gasp at the overwhelming sensations of their body. Dragon and serpent howled as they climaxed, Lyella's body filling with seed, femcum gushing from around the serpentine shaft, and even more seed spilling onto their belly from Lyella's cock.
"Can you feel it, Mama?" Ramie purred, petting hir softly. "The tiny dragon lives beginning to grow inside of us?" "I can!" exclaimed Lyella. "It feels soooo good. Thank you, Ramie!" The dragon's central legs wrapped around their body. "You're learning so fast, Mama, thank you for the hug." he purred, his tongue stroking Lyella's final change, a pair of short white horns jutting from hir temples.
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(F attribute theft, selfcest, hybrid, M nullification)
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Len was a good looking woman, but good luck convincing her that. She has never known how to take a compliment, and even at an early age it had caused her to have a bit of an unhealthy relationship with herself. She never had to work on her beauty because she was naturally pretty good looking, so when someone complemented her, Len thought she did not deserve it and instead pointed out her flaws to counter the complement. That unfortunately evolved into a mental block she erected for herself, where she is incapable of seeing any positives about herself. Len has eyes that are a shade of brown that almost makes them look red in certain lighting. Her hair is straight and cut at chin length. Len's bangs are cut in an arrow shape, being longest in the middle reaching between her brows but then getting progressively shorter toward her temples. She is average height for a woman, and has a modest C cup bust.
Today was especially depressing for Len however, as she trudged into work. Her aura was giving off so much gloom she might as well have had a mini rain cloud following her over her head. Len had been dumped by her boyfriend Mike, because he could not take her self-deprecating habits. He loved her, so seeing her constantly put herself down was just too cruel for him to take, he had to let her go. Len sat down at her cubical, turned the computer on and before it even fully started up, mashed her face into the keyboard.
Len was startled by a deep voice coming from her computer! "Wow, you actually disabled sticky keys. I take it this isn't the first time you attempted to type something with your forehead."
Len looked up at the strange shifting black text on the plain white screen. It took her a few seconds to realize what she was looking at! It was a bunny, entirely made of text, like ASCII art. But it moved and shifted around as if it were a three dimensional being... just, made of two dimensional text. The bold faced O that represented its eye was the only color on the page- its font was red.
"Did I get... hacked?"
"You do accounting for telemarketers, do you really think you handle anything important enough for anyone to bother hacking?"
"Then, what is-"
"My name is Occult. I am one half of this world's magic- long since sealed away, simply because people choose to fear what they cannot directly control. My seal is very old however, and I can still seethe back into the world for limited periods of time."
"What does magic want with me? Am I being summoned for some sort of... quest?"
"... no. I am bored, and want to fuck around on this side of things while I am here. And uh, you seem like a mess."
"Well my boyfriend dumped me, because I don't want to take compliments if they aren-"
"I don't care. You are a mess, regardless of reason. You need a lot, and I can give you a lot. So rather than put any actual thought into solving your problem, how about I just give you the power, and you can fix it yourself."
"Uh, sure."
Occult instructed her to grab up a handful of paperclips from beside her monitor and she did it quickly. She held up the handful of paperclips to her monitor as if offering some sort of sacrifice to the ancient God-like being. She gasped as they quickly moved on their own, but then cried out from a sharp pain and tried to drop them, but was unable to. A half second later it broke free from her hand to sit in it. What had happened was the paperclips all imploded into a single point and reformed, but doing so pinched the skin on the inside of her hand hard enough to break it a bit. The paperclips formed a simple metal band with four tiny claws that cradled a long crystalline thorn that formed at its head- crystallized from Len's own blood! The crystal looked black, except when you held it directly up to a light source, the light filtering through is actually red; just a very, very dark red. Occult explained the the dark blood ring will allow her to steal attributes from whatever she wanted while wearing it. It worked on absolutely anything- even inanimate objects.
Len slipped it on and then twirled around in her chair, trying to spot something to test her power on. The first thing she seen was a row of pigeons lined up on the window edge outside. Len wished to be as light as a pigeon, and so she stole its weight. Len nearly fell over, not at all used to being so light! The pigeon however DID fall over immediately causing the other pigeons around it to look at it confused as it slumped over with the weight of a human suddenly. The pigeon was too heavy to move at all, and Len was so light it felt like she was on the surface of the moon.
"Wah! Ok, how do I... undo?"
"Undo? This is a magic ring, not a text document."
"Wait, I can't reverse?"
"I mean, you can wish you were as heavy as that one specific pigeon and that will swap back."
Len quickly did it and returned to normal. "Uh, can you make some modifications?"
Occult sighed. "Oh sure, don't be grateful that I gave you an extremely powerful magic you can do potentially anything with. Lets demand more, immediately after."
"W-well... it is just, what if I want to get rid of a trait, instead of swap with someone? Like, if I took the pigeons weight and balanced it with my own instead of swapping, so I would be lighter but not the actual weight of a pigeon?"
"That would be trait replication, I am not doing that. For the record, I CAN do that, but I am not going to. I will allow you to discharge unwanted traits into someone else, or take without swapping. But that is it."
As he said that, the ring formed a second crystal, the new one is an extremely dark blue, made of crystalline void. The blood crystal took, the void crystal repulsed. Because everyone in the office was boxed in with cubicle walls, if Len just up and left basically no one would notice, so she did just that. She had an idea of what trait she wanted first for keeps, and it was just downstairs. As she got into the elevator, she wished she had taken the stairs. The odd smelling office mailman was standing across from her with his mail cart. It was bad enough when he went by in the office, but now she was trapped in a metal box with him! She couldn't hold her breath like she usually would or she would pass out long before she got to the ground floor. In her desperate thoughts she thought of how she wished she could steal him out of the elevator, and suddenly the man vanished, and Len appeared in his place! There was two Len standing in the elevator and both let out a short scream!
Occult appeared physically as a small black bunny on the floor between them. "Holy shit. I give you the power to improve yourself and you turn to murder after less than ten minutes?!"
They both spoke at the same time. "He's dead?!"
"Technically, no. At least if you murdered him he would have left a corpse. You stole his existence, he didn't die, he stopped existing. You cannot have two existences in a single body, so you unintentionally also cloned yourself. One is using your original existence, the other is the existence stolen from smelly. Anyway, shit just got too real for me, I'm outy!" Occult vanished in a poof of black vapor.
The two Len looked at each other nervously and started to devise a plan between themselves as they waited to get to the ground floor. They are the exact same person, so they have the same thoughts, body, memories and everything, but the second they split they started to become different. One seen the elevator from the left, the other the right, creating minuscule alterations in perception. No two things can exist at the same time in the same place- so it is physically impossible for two things to ever be the same. To avoid confusion, they decided the new body would be called Lin- close enough to the original name that they would not forget, different enough that they could identify one another. This could actually be used to their advantage. Two bodies meant they could cover more ground, they could both go in different directions stealing different traits and then once they found the magical perfect combination they can just steal all traits from the other one to collapse their two bodies back into one. Who knows, that might also cause the mailman to pop back into reality.
When the doors opened, Lin scoot quickly off to the pillars at the edge of the massive ground floor annex. She was going so sneak out ahead of Len and start her search for a perfect body elsewhere, since it would be really hard to explain themselves if someone spotted both of them in the same place. Len however wandered toward the secretary at the front desk, trying not to call any attention to herself. She leaned on the wall by a tall, fake plant between the elevator and desk, looking like she was waiting for someone to meet her. She was actually eyeing the secretary- specifically her E cup tits. No doubt why she got the job in the first place- they do not make business attire meant to contain those jiggly sweater puppies so ample cleavage was always showing. A real hunk of a man was talking to her right then too- so Len could not try to steal her boobs or it would be noticed too quickly and cause a panic.
Len eyed the man up, rolling her eyes at how obvious his advances were. He already got the information he needed from the secretary within the first five seconds of talking with her- now he was just flirting. She wanted men to make asses of themselves over her like that! That dick should be for Len, not that bimbo secretary! Just then she placed a hand on her lower gut as she felt an odd pressure. What on earth was that?! It moved lower and a lump started to form in her crotch, pushing her panties out! She then noticed the man suddenly looking nervous and broke off rather hastily from the conversation, making a mad dash to the bathroom! Oh no, she unintentionally stole his genitals! But she did not swap- so she now had a dick and balls above her still perfectly intact vagina! She tried to project the trait back off onto him but he vanished into the bathrooms- the boys room. She did not know his name, and telling the ring to give it back to 'him' was definitely not specific enough to work.
In the meantime she turned to the secretary and this time deliberately stole her breast size! The secretary did not notice anything at first. The first reaction was that her posture suddenly started to improve, thanks to the lifting weight! Len quietly cooed as she felt her own breasts fill with warmth and gentle pressure. Her nipples stood in attention against her shirt and then her breasts started to swell outward. From being carried in a custom bra at all times to hold them still, the secretary's breasts actually had the muscle layer that holds their shape atrophy from the bra doing its job instead. So not only was Len stealing her breast size- the breast shape was being upgraded, because Len still had that muscle layer intact! Instead of being loose of floppy, Len's increasing boobs were pert and round! Her areola became more faded at the edges as the skin was stretched wider by the rapidly expanding flesh. Len's new cock was unintentionally becoming hard, causing it to catch in her panties and hurt for a second before she pulled the panties away a bit to let it flop upright- growing past her underpants. Len had to let out the top three buttons on her outer shirt and yank some of the under shirt higher so her boobs would not get choked! They were not E cups, because the secretary was. Len did not swap, she stole- so the secretary's boobs were being added onto what Len already had! She was around a G cup! Len could not even see her legs anymore past them! Her arms were barely long enough for her hands to be able to cover the fronts of them- no longer able to reach far enough around to touch her fingertips together to fully hug them.
Now the secretary noticed something was wrong, when the bra fell loose under her shirt. She screamed when she looked down and seen only loose fabric and then looked around in a panic. She knew what Len looked like- if she seen Len now had giant boobs she would immediately know it was her behind it! Len quickly used her ring to steal the position of the air outside the front of the building, which caused her to basically teleport outside! She grinned at herself for making the perfect getaway and quickly dashed out of line of sight of the glass walls on the front of the building. Len wished she could swap the penis and balls back to the poor man, but he was still in the bathroom. She can't wait around for him or the secretary will rat her out. She will figure something out later, she got the boobs she wanted at least.
~~Trait Farming
Lin on the other hand went in a completely different direction with things. If they both stole from people the odds of them doing the same thing increased and defeated the purpose of them splitting up. So Lin instead headed to the city limits, the ranch animals out in the fields. If she took a little trait from here and there, she would not screw the animals over, and she could build a body of inhuman levels of perfection. Instead of trying to build a body to someone else's standards, Lin thought why not build a body that is just good for herself? Make a body that could please itself. So the first thing she hunted down was a sow. She stole its orgasmic strength- a porcine climax will last for around a half hour! Since this was not a physical trait, she actually did not feel anything different to even know it worked. Next she targeted a horse, doing a quick scan of their undersides to make sure she targeted a mare. The mare let out a confused nicker and shuffled her rear hooves as her clit popped out on its own without warning. It started to feel unusually tight and its size started to shrink!
Lin was doing a full switch with the mare, swapping their clitoris! That also caused her entire vagina to feel more sensitive! Normally the deeper into a vagina you get, the less specific the sensations become, but that was changing for Lin now! The part of the clit exposed externally is only a small part of it- the part that is the equivalent of the glans of a penis. The body of the clit runs parallel to the vagina, but only travels down the first third at most... but she swapped with a mare, whose vagina is considerably longer than her own, causing the clit to now travel the entire length! The smooth little nub that was her human clit now sat in the bottom of the mare's vulva, looking like a little pink grain of sand compared to the size of the opening it guarded. Lin's swelled up giant, so big it actually caused her vaginal passage to shrink slightly by pressing in on it. The exposed head of the clit swelled up and tightened, taking on a form that was vaguely heart-shaped and swelling to the size of a ping-pong ball! Her clitoral hood did not even come remotely close to being able to cover it, so it was now always exposed. After holding her pants and panties off of herself to watch the growth though, Len realized it was a bit of a problem. She could not wear clothes on her lower half like this because the fabric would rub against her bare clit, which is far too oversensitive for that.
Thinking she had a cure, she had to walk rather awkwardly back and forth down the dirt road, looking between ranches for any signs of a dog. Rather than a clitoral hood, a canine's triangular labia enclose around the clit to protect it. Lin would still have to ditch her panties and get much looser fitting ones later, but the labia are still not nearly as sensitive as the clit itself so it would still be an upgrade. She spotted two, but since she was spying from the road she had to watch them for a bit to determine if one was a female before swapping labia with it. The dog immediately looked confused and plopped itself down to lick its changing bits. Lin pulled her clothes away to peer down and watch her own labia shift size and shape. The bottom pulled inward to create the base of its triangular shape, and the entire thing inflated and darkened. The inside remained neon pink, but the exposed labia turned glossy black. Sure enough, even with her huge mare clit, the canine labia projected far enough off her body to cover it completely!
Now, Lin was no fool. As a hetero woman, she knew she would crave the form of a rigid dong eventually, but thanks to the ring there was nothing stopping her from getting her own. Lin was unaware that Len had a penis of her own already, because she stole her own traits after Lin had already escaped. Lin was aiming for a body that could take care of all its own needs. For this, she returned to the horse field. The term 'hung like a horse' exists for a reason. When you think of impressive dongs, horse is probably going to be the first thing in mind. She was not even sure how this would work. Because she did not want to lose her improved vulva, so she was not going to trade with the horse, she was going to steal its genitals. That made her wonder about two things though; how is it going to urinate without a penis, and how will it work on her own body, because she would then have two urethra? And both ovaries and testicles are classified as gonads, which would mean she has two sets of those too!
Like the mare before it, the stallion nickered in confusion and glanced around, shuffling its rear legs. It was unable to figure out what the odd feeling was as its genitals shrank away. Because the penis was fully inside the sheath, the changes were not visible immediately. Lin immediately felt a pressure inside though. It seemed to be forming internally, which put pressure on all her insides around it and made her feel cramped. As they grew too large they were forced lower and further out. The first to be seen was two globes emerging on the surface immediately over her vulva! It was like watching two eggs float to the surface of some sort of thick goo. The skin over that seemed to form into the head of a flaccid equine penis, and then stretch out, forming the shaft after it, then medial ring, then the even thicker and veinier shaft after that. Then it seemed to collapse back into herself a moment, winding her in surprise. The collapse caused the thick skin folds to form a nest for it to sleep in- a thick sheath. The phallus then continued to slide out again and at this point the skin color started to change. The black of the canine vulva now spread to the scrotum, then to the sheath. The black progressed to the medial ring but then dappled back to pink like her regular skin tone- though slightly brighter pink. The point of her canine vulva that housed her clit basically fit in the back cleft of the horse scrotum. The skin on the ball sack was so close to her labia it was impossible to tug on one without also pulling the other.
The phallus was totally flaccid, but grew out because of its formation requiring it to be extended. It then remained out however because looking at it was arousing Lin. Because of where it grew out of her, the shaft was actually unusually high up for a human. She had the balls weighing her pants down and her heavy new dong flinging back and forth with her every movement. She loved the feeling of its weight on her crotch as it swung. It made her glad this area was so low traffic- the police would probably have something to say about it if they seen a woman swinging a horse cock back and forth by a field of horses. These changes would let her pleasure herself, eliminating her need of ever having a boyfriend ever again! They were also all changes she could hide under her clothing. She bit her lip watching the horse tails swishing around though. If there is two of her... only one of her needs to be able to hide in plain sight. If Len is the one going to work, Lin could technically grab changes she cannot hide, because she wouldn't actually need to go out.
If she had a horse tail, she could comb and style it, braid it or decorate it. It would be like having a second head of hair. On her butt! Before she was able to steal a horse tail though, she caught some motion out of the corner of her eye and spotted a small creature much closer to her. A skink was clinging to the underside of one of the fence posts, hiding in the shade. Lin smiled and quickly grabbed the skink by its tail, the tiny lizard flailed around and popped free- discharging its tail entirely and skittered away quickly. The tail remained thrashing in her grip for several seconds after losing its owner. Skink use their large tails as decoys for predators- it will just grow another in its place. So now Lin could steal its tail and the tiny reptile won't even know. A horse tail would be nice and pretty, but a reptile's meaty tail would be almost like having another limb to use! Lin watched the discarded tail shrink away into nothingness in her hand and a subtle tingling in her own tail bone. When she turned to look at it though, she noticed a mistake.
Lin was expecting the tail to be sized up to her when it transferred, but it grew out of her at exactly the same size. It was so tiny compared to the rest of her she almost mistook it for a lil pig's tail. Unlike on the skink, the tail on Lin was covered in human skin so it was smooth. Lin glanced over at one of the cows in the field across the way and just picked one at random to start shrinking. She stole the cow's size to give specifically to the tail alone so it would match her body. When she stopped, the tail was as long as she is tall, and the cow was tiny!
Lin scoot across the road and grabbed the cow through the wooden fence posts. "Awww, you're so tiny!" She picked up the cow that was slightly larger than a football, poking her tennis ball sized udder. The cow licked her nose several times as she was holding it up, because it liked the how salty her skin tasted. "Awww, you're a lil sweetheart."
Afraid the Mini Moo would get accidentally trampled by its kin like that, Lin took the cow with her for now. Looking at the tiny cow up close gave her some more ideas as to what she wanted her own body to be more like too though. The mammary size of a cow, split between her own two boobs? The big, round muscular ass of a horse? Lin even rubbed her stomach while looking at the bull that was protecting the other cows, thinking about stealing some muscle mass. She held up the ring and quickly found targets for all three changes and activated it at once. Tiny black arcs of energy danced between the two crystal thorns as it went to work.
Her breasts felt tight and hot quickly, causing her to gasp, and as soon as she did Lin's abs pulled inward on their own! Her pubic mound compressed, making her pillowy canine labia appear to project even further out. Her crotch started to look veiny as the skin was pulled tighter around the growing muscle within. Her abs became visible and then more and more accentuated as the divot between deepened. She spread a bit of muscle through her entire body, but most concentrated there. Abdominal muscles not only makes her abs look sick, they also help with the lower back, and strengthening the abs also gives you stronger vaginal muscle.
Lin grabbed her chest and moaned at her breasts struggling to keep up with their own internal growth. The speed of expansion also caused her to grab the bottom of her shirt and flip it up on top of her breasts so they would not get trapped in the fabric. Her breasts became incredibly tight and round, and toward the base fat veins could be seen swelling large. Her nipples started to swell up too, becoming much longer and a bit fatter too, starting to look more like teats than nipples. There was a muffled squelching sound from within her breasts and suddenly they started to expand outward much faster! Their structure had been shifting before, but now it was adding the fatty filler-mass. This caused her overly tight and round breasts to become much softer, and droop into a more natural tear shape. Her areola were stretched from the expansion, making their edge tapered now rather than solid and almost as big around as a saucer. When her boobs started to slow down their growth, they stuck out far enough that she could not see her feet, and hung low enough that the bottoms shaded her stomach. She felt something off through. When she moved, her teats lagged behind the rest of the boob. And they felt almost itchy, demanding to be touched. She pressed her hands onto the top of her giant breasts and pressed in, causing the front of the breasts to fold upward so she could actually see the nipples. They looked like small pool noodles! She stole the size of a cow's udder- the teats were included. But she did not SWAP size, so the size of a cow teat was added onto her nipple size... except; a cow has four, she only has two. Each nipple was now the size of two cow teats combined, each, on top of her old nipple size! Each teat was like a foot long and as thick as the handle on a baseball bat! They still bowed forward heavily even when fully erect because they were too big to stand up!
Lin did not have time to think much on that error in judgement, because the throbbing veins in her crotch spread to her inner thighs as well and the muscle fibers in her thighs coiled and swelled larger! They throbbed on their own, causing her thighs to bloat a bit larger with each involuntary flex. This also caused her butt cheeks to spread and grow larger as well. Lin gasped in surprise when her mare clit flexed as well from the arousal her changes was causing her. On a horse, the clit was able to pop out entirely and hold open the bottom part of their pussy to flag studs. With a canine vulva though, it was unable to expose itself fully over the pillowy labia, and only tugged the lower part low enough that just the inner edge of the clit was visible in the brief opening. Lin knew she was already too transformed for modesty. So she placed a hand under either side of her pants and slowly guided her pants down more as her butt expanded. When she slid the pants around her now large butt cheeks she noticed something else enlarged too. Taking the size of a horse's rump also made her anus larger, and project outward more, like a big doughnut. She was able to grab it and squish it between her fingers, cooing at the feeling as the prostate deeper in reacted. If anyone came around to spot her, she would just use the ring to steal their perception, preventing them from reacting to it.
Lin had a giddy smile on her face, but could still see a few flaws she needed to tweak. The giga nipples were unexpected but not exactly a problem. As her horse dick stiffened though she started to get dizzy... she is anemic now. She stole the genitals of a horse, not the heart size to support those genitals. Her human heart was struggling with that much blood pressure. Her tail was also ice cold toward the tip because her heart can't circulate that far out! The increased weight of her tits made it almost impossible to stand upright without hunching over and resting them on the fence, and even her feet were getting sore rapidly from carrying more than they were meant to. Okay, so, maybe some goat hooves? Adorn them with fetlocks and they would be easier to stand on. Then take the heart size from multiple horses as to not screw over any single horse with a too small heart, then grab some spinal chord density from the cows. Lin picked up and plopped Mini Moo into her cleavage to carry the little cow with her tits. There was much to be done yet, but she liked how things were heading so far.
~~Revenge
Len headed straight to Mike's house after work. She briefly examined her new male package hanging over her female bits on the way there. Like Lin, they formed immediately over her vagina as to not interrupt it. Only the vaginal urethra connected to the bladder, the phallic branch only connected to the testicles and prostate. While the idea of having a penis of her own slowly grew on her, there was one slightly disappointment. The man she stole it from was apparently cut- he had no foreskin. So then Len wanted to yoink a foreskin from another guy, except she would need to know what the persons penis looks like before hand to know if they even have one in the first place. And thus, she started heading to Mike's apartment. She knows he has a foreskin, and she owes him for dumping her.
When he answered the door the was a bit dazed. Both by the fact that Len would visit him so suddenly after they broke up, and also that her chest was three times the size it was the last time he seen her! She giggled at his confusion, bowing and then thrusting her chest forward to shove him back with her boobs, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
She held up the dark blood ring. "Alright Mike. If you don't want me anymore, that is fine. Turns out, I have the power to get along just fine on my own! But you owe me for getting my hopes up and then leaving me out to dry!"
The crystals throbbed with a dim glow and Mike felt a strange sensation in his crotch. He was so confused by her appearance and threatening words he still couldn't formulate an actual response. Unlike Mike, Len knew exactly what the feeling was that she felt on the end of her new dick. The skin growing longer and swallowing up the the glans in a protective layer. But then she thought about how it would be if it were... bigger. And so she took a bit of his size to. And then a bit more. By then Mike pulled his pants away from himself to look down at his junk, knowing there must be something wrong and he almost fainted when he seen it. Len herself grabbed his pants as soon as he let go, and yanked them down which also caused him to stumble back onto the couch!
"If you won't willingly give me your dick, I will just take it for myself!"
"W-wha- how?! Stop!"
Len pulled her own pants down to let her growing junk flop out and waved it back and forth in front of him. It was at a half chub, so it stuck out with a lazy downward bend from its weight. "I ware it better than you anyway~"
"S-stop! I'll do whatever you want."
Len's smile widened more as she plopped herself into the seat beside him and motioned him over to suck her new dick! Mike was honestly more distraught over her sudden boldness, and how quickly she turned on him. Where did that ring come from, and what else did she plan to do with it? Is this really the same Len he had been dating?! He reluctantly sucked her shaft. The underside of her large breasts pat the back of his head every time to lifted up. Every so often, her shaft would throb a little bit larger, and his own a little bit smaller. What he did not notice was Len grab his cell phone off the table while he was distracted and flip quickly to his contact list. Aha! She seen the name of two women she did not know on his contact list. She was right, he did dump her because he had better women lined up!
Both Len and Mike were surprised when she hit climax, because she had an orgasm from both sets of genitals at once! The parts were too closely tangled, stimulating one also worked the other. By the time he managed to finish her off however, her dick was now a foot and a half long at least, while his now looked like it belonged on a small child. More to taunt him than anything, Len stole control of his orgasms from his body and brought him to his own almost instant climax to 'reward' him for his hard work. The problem is; his balls and prostate were still the same size, she had not altered those at all. His body was trying to ejaculate the same volume of fluid through a now extremely tiny urethra! This caused each of his spurts to be small but sustained for much longer than normal, and the overall orgasm to last much longer than it should! By the time it was done, his urethra felt stretched and all the muscles in his groin felt tired and strained. She told him she would leave him with that tiny underdeveloped penis for giving her a blowjob, and left his apartment. Mike was still too stunned to really formulate any responses.
Len had transferred the two female contacts from his cell phone to hers and immediately set out to track them down now. Len was playing a dangerous game, psyching herself up to deal with this woman in some sort of confrontation, mentally building the situation up to be much bigger than it ever would be. She found the woman's house and was going to knock on the door and assault her right then and there, but she would call for help all too easily. Yea, Len has a magic ring that would let her deal with most threats- if a swarm of police appeared she might still have a problem dealing with a flurry of bullets. She walked up the front stairs and then stood by the door, and called the woman's number. She could hear the phone ring inside the house, and as soon as the woman went to answer it, Len used the ring to swap positions with her phone, teleporting herself into the house! The woman had been HOLDING the phone though, so swapping positions meant Len appeared with her tit already squeezed in the woman's hand, causing them both to dart back in surprise. Not waiting for the woman to even comprehend the situation, Len announced she was here to punish her for being with Mike, calling her a harlot.
The woman was unable to say anything in her defense, stumbling back and falling on her butt as a wave of dizziness came over her and her body felt unusually light. Len was stealing her size! She became larger overall, but mostly adding to the length of her legs. She went to take the woman's breasts too, not particularly thinking about it. The longer Len remained, the higher the chances of someone being alerted and the situation becoming sloppy, so she was hurrying herself too much. She took the woman's breasts as a half-thought out plan to de-womanize her, and make her unattractive to Mike. Adding another D cup worth of size to her own bust, which was already huge now is a bit much for her spine. However, she did not even do that much correct! She had worded her thoughts incorrectly- she wished to steal the woman's breasts, not her breast SIZE. She took the -entire- set of breasts! The bottom three buttons on her business jacket strained and popped one after the other with a two second delay between buttons as a D cup set of breasts grew out under her massive upper boobs! Luckily, this actually meant she could carry the mass much easier than if the mass were added to her existing pair. Now the upper set was supported from below by the new set, and it also prevented her torso from being able to bend completely over forward- so the second set actually helped hold her up!
Len did not take too much of the woman's size, but combined with the missing breasts, it was enough to make none of her clothing fit. The woman's eyes were wide in fear and shock looking at the clothing draping off her. Len's outfit now looked like someone did the laundry wrong and shrank it all. She did not want to punish the woman too badly without knowing who came onto who first- Mike may have been the one to seek this woman out, not the other way around. Again though, she could not afford to snoop around to find out right now. Before the woman could put herself together enough to retaliate, Len swapped places with the phone again and then made a run for the next target. She stuck to the backstreets now, since her clothing was tremendously ill fitting.
When she arrived at the next target's house is was at the far edge of a nice side of town, a small, old house sort of off on its own. When she peered inside the windows, sneaking around however, she did not at all find what she was expecting. The woman was fairly good looking but she was also noticeably older. Mike liked older women? Since when? Something about this didn't seem right. Len did not feel right about hijacking traits from an older woman. The woman looked rather content with herself and her life, Len had a terrible feeling about trying to bring her down. Then it occurred to her... maybe what Len was looking for to make herself happy wasn't a physical trait, or revenge on anyone. She activated the ring and used it to swap confidence with the woman! Len immediately felt vastly different. She completely froze up, just lost in her own thoughts for some time, leaned against the outside of the house. She needed to see Mike again, Len was sure there was a better way to resolve all this now. For now, she left back for her own apartment to meet back up with Lin, if she was not already there waiting for her. They had dug themselves into a bit of a hole misusing the ring, but Len was now confident she could fix this. It would just take a bit of work.
~~Selfcest
When Len met Lin again in their apartment, it was quite a surprise. Lin stood so tall her head brushed the roof! She stood on sharp looking cloven hooves taken from a goat, but sized up to better fit her own body. She had a very long, meaty tail of a reptile but covered in human flesh. She had long flowing fetlocks over her hooves but no fur anywhere else. Her hands had large, round pads of thick skin on the ends of her digits and the base, making them like paws without altering the shape from regular human hands. Like an elaborate tattoo, half of her body was marked with black tiger stripes.
"How did you steal the stripes of a tiger? There are no zoos around here..."
"There was back where we grew up in Locklan? And the ring can steal traits from things that are not even animate, remember? I stole the stripes from the tiger in our childhood memories!"
"You... stole from a memory? Wow..."
Her thighs, butt, and abs were rock solid with massive muscles, but her butt still had human and a tiny bit of pig fat to pad it, making it round and slappable! Lin's breasts were huge, but especially her nipples were freakishly gigantic, flopping around on the ends, eager for someone to grab and yank on them. She had canine vulva with an equine clit, a pig's orgasmic length and then horse cock and balls over that. She had borrowed a bit more pig to stuff the balls till they were each almost the size of a medicine ball each, which also had the side effect of the scrotum holding them rather tightly to her groin- they are unable to droop very far at all. Her nails looked oddly layered, and pale grey in color but had pearlescent shine to them- she had stolen traits from the inside of a clam shell to permanently color them. Her neck was much thicker and longer now, having taken that from a horse as well, just to extend her hairline down into a mane and give her even more hair to work with. The hair did not have a static color anymore- it changed randomly. She had taken properties from a chameleon to color it, but rather than link its functionality to a mental trigger, it was set to her heart beat, and the actual color was just random. Every 100 beats of her heart the color changed. Lin wanted to steal rabbit ears too but actually had no memories of encountering a rabbit in person so she settled for donkey ears, minus the fur.
Len laughed lightly at how exotic her clone went. "Well... I did not expect us to turn out so different, since we are the same person. But... you have to hide with that body? If anyone seen you-"
"They won't see me. This body was made to be perfect for me, and me alone. We cannot be both seen outside at the same time, so assuming you are the one going out- I don't need to be publicly functional."
"Ah, that makes sense."
Len did her best to try to describe what she learned from stealing the confidence from the second woman on Mike's contact list, but it was no use. If it were that easy to cure her, she never would have been so broken in the first place. It would not matter soon anyway. Tomorrow, they can see Mike, return traits they no longer need and revert what they had done- collapsing both Lin and Len into one body again. Len still knew all that Lin did, but the existence of confidence completely changed the way she observed that information. She still observed her original form the same way as always, but where she used to be so displeased with it, now she was fine. She didn't need to steal anything to be happy, she just needed to believe in herself. Giving the confidence back the next day would not change that, either. The woman only lost heart temporarily. It is like removing the flame from two sticks rubbing together- if you remove one, they will just make another flame. Taking the confidence from that woman was hijacking the result- not the cause, so she would just build her confidence right back up to where it was, whether Len returned it or not. Likewise, having confidence at last present inside of herself, Len could now build her own. She could build herself up, and hold on to this feeling after ditching the emotional crutch.
Lin and Len smiled at one another now though, and shoved the living room table against the opposite wall as the couch to make room. They had some pretty wild bodies now... no point in letting them go to waste, right? Lin jokingly pondered whether this counts as sex or masturbation, since they are technically the same person. Both Lin and Len were about the same height, since Lin now stood with canon bones adding to the length of her legs, and Len stood on limbs extended from Mike's first contact. Lin was the one to sit herself down on the floor with her back propped on the couch. Because of her added muscle mass- Lin weighed a lot more than Len, so Lin had to be the bottom.
Len sat between Lin's spread legs, both of their dicks stood in attention so she loosely lined up their shafts and pressed them together to feel the beat of each other's heart through the fat veins. She reached forward and grabbed either of Lin's giga nipples and yanked them tentatively, making sure she did not hurt Lin unintentionally, but it felt good to manhandle them. She twisted them a bit, tugged them, and pulled them back and forth and Lin hummed in pleasure. Lin's equine and Len's human dicks both gathered a bubble of pre at their heads, joining together between the two shafts. Len shuffled further forward, pressing their dicks closer together and brushing their balls together as she thrust her chest forward. Bowing a bit before moving forward, she scooped up Lin's giant boobs in the double-cleavage of Len's four breasts! Pushing forward, the giant breasts were parted so Len's four pack could push further forward into Lin's chest. Len then dropped her arms over the outer facing edge of the giga nipples! Realizing what she was going for, Lin now sat a bit further forward and started to gently rock back and forth- causing her mutant nipples to be masturbated in Len's armpits while their six collective boobs squished into each other over and over!
Len stood slightly, leaning heavily forward so her body weight was balanced through her boobs against Lin entirely- freeing her hands because she needed to do a little shuffling around to align their bits down below. Lin had a very puffy, projected pussy, but she also had gigantic balls completely eclipsing it from view. Len gently grabbed up the soft squishy skin between scrotum and sheath and pulled it up, lifting the balls enough that she could slide her own enlarged penis under the balls. She did not actually need to see the pussy to find it, just get her dick access to a path to it. The labia were so inflated and soft it felt like Len was pushing her penis up against a two quarters full water balloon filled with warm cookie dough. Since it projected so far out, it felt like she already had two inches of her cock inside Lin's vagina, before she actually entered it at all. The huge clit at the top was hard to miss too, not only was it very hard in contrast to its surroundings, it throbbed aggressively, and that was the point where all the other muscle lining clenched in toward. Because of the massive balls, Len actually could not completely bottom out in Lin, but thanks to the projecting labia, her entire cock was still swallowed in flesh one way or the other. The massive ebon horse balls rest against Len's stomach, sharing their searing heat with her on each inward thrust. Looking at them up close like this, it was easier to tell they were not perfectly round, they were more like fat bean-shape.
Lin had better ideas than Len though, and did not want her own bucking shaft to go untended. When it throbbed it slapped against Lin's torso, but when it relaxed again it slapped against Len's torso! There was a stripe of precum drawn from Len's upper gut, across the underside of her tits, then onto Lin's tits, and ending on Lin's upper stomach. Lin gently grabbed Len's head and shoved her down, while sliding her down butt forward. This caused Lin to slide onto her back and Len to be almost laying on top of her. This put all four of Len's breasts across Lin's stomach, and stacking Lin's mega boobs on top of them, which shoved them high enough on her torso that they partially parted around her head, flopping over either of her shoulders for now. Lin instructed Len to part her quad tits for a moment and deliberately flexed the muscles in the base of her shaft, causing it to flick back and forth, and when it swung up Len let go of her breasts again and slapped all four of them together onto the horse cock, trapping it in the double-decker cleavage! Then she rest her body weight on them, causing the fat tit flesh to billow out sideways, closing the cleavage tighter on the cock and causing the sides of the breasts to firm up and balloon out to the sides from the weight. Then Len placed her hands on Lin's breasts, rolling them back down as far as she could and then focusing most of her weight down through her arms to hold them steady and squish them in as well. Len held the base of the giga nipples, squeezing them and flicking their long length back and forth- using their own weight and momentum to stimulate them since she could not easily change the position of her hands in this position. Unlike her own breasts, Len could see the fat veins bulging in Lin's breasts when pressing in on them like this. Because she took her mass from a cow- the milk veins were inhumanly huge.
The weight distribution was hard to manage like this, and Len was struggling to thrust into Lin without rolling off of her. Balancing between six sandwiched tits was not the most stable of foundations. It would be like trying to sit on a yoga ball that is only partially inflated- you can do it, but any slight movement might topple you. Lin already had a solution for that though. Len muffled her own scream of surprised pleasure, burying her face in Lin's cleavage when Lin slid her massive tail into Len's ass. Len's pussy was still free, but her ass actually made the smarter target at the moment. Len did not enhance the size or shape of her vulva in any way, so Lin could fit much, much more tail into her ass than she can her pussy. On top of that- since she stole the genitals of a man, she has a prostate, which is still targeted through the butt. Lin's tail became the point for Len to brace against when drawing back for another thrust. Lin thrust her tail in, which shoved Len forward, which then penetrated Lin with Len's cock, and caused Lin's cock to penetrate Len's cleavage, and rocking Len's weight forward which pressed in on Lin's nipples and boobs! It is a tidal wave of pleasurable feelings across an ocean of soft fleshy bits!
Unlike their dicks, Lin's tail did not pull back after thrusting forward; it just paused, and then thrust again. Because she could control it like a limb, instead of ramming into the side of her colon and hitting a dead end, it just curved and kept going! Len's entire lower body felt like it was unintentionally moving with the tail's squirming- she felt like a puppet with someone's arm shoved up her butt controlling her! Every time she expected it to bottom out, even more tail came! Lin was digging impossibly deep, and stretching her insides so far she was unable to move without the tail also moving. Lin chuckled as she even made Len burp several times uncontrollably, because all the squirming in her insides was knocking loose trapped air. Len's midriff was deformed around the shape of several coils of tail stuffed inside! Lin climaxed fit, and her mega balls fired so much up that it collided its way through three sets of cleavage and splattered like a shotgun blast into the air. Her balls were so much larger than her prostate, so the cum was abnormally dense and sticky like glue! Similarly, pig cum is very dense as well, like wax. When her muscles clenched in climax though, she unintentionally shoved her tail even harder into Len who felt her stomach gurgle from the shift! Len immediately climaxed, when fired her own cum into Lin's hybrid pussy and helped fuel her orgasm even longer!
Lin and Len lay on top of each other, wobbling on a bed of tits between them for several minutes as they caught their breath. The two were so drained from sex that they just eventually slid apart, making a sticky squelching sound as their cum wet boobs popped apart and they both just passed out on the living room floor.
~~TRAITor
When they woke up, the two of them took turns getting cleaned off in the shower. When Lin was showering, Len called Mike over to her apartment. She promised to explain herself properly, and wanted to hear his side of the story. She intended to give him his size and foreskin back- but had to a bit of convincing to get him to agree to come, because he simply thought it was a trap to take something more from him. Lin was taking a LOT longer in the shower than Len had. Not only did she have more beastly parts that were tougher to clean, she was also taking her time. She did not experience the same revelation about their bodies as Len had, so understandably she was less eager to revert everything. Mike arrived while Lin was still in the shower, so it was entirely on Len to explain the situation to the fearful Mike. This time she actually started from the top- the appearance of Occult and the gifting of the darkblood ring, to the unintentional creation of Lin. While they waited for Lin to be done, Len restored Mike's bits. Unfortunately restoring everything was going to take some time, she basically had to repeat all of yesterday in reverse. If only she had thought of stealing from memories like Lin eventually discovered- then undoing them would be literally as easy as remembering them.
Len let Mike see her cell phone contact list. "So... who were the women on your contacts? They were never lovers, were they?"
"WHAT?! Of course not! The first woman is my therapist! You didn't talk to the other woman did you?! Even I have never had the balls to talk to her. That is my birth mother. You know, because I was adopted. I was allowed to get her contact information but I never had the courage to actually contact her yet."
Lin did not even get dressed when she left the shower! She just trot into the living room nude!
Len raised an eyebrow. "Uh, well, lets get ready Lin. Today we need to un-jumble these forms and get back to the basics. I can't wait till we are one person again. I hate knowing there is a version of myself still stuck without faith in herself, suffering. Lets get fixed quickly, ya? I don't want you to spend a moment more suffering than you need to."
Lin huffed a moment, crossing her arms. "Easier said for you. We have the power to take anything and make it our own. We could become the most powerful being in the world! And you just want to throw that away?"
"W-well... we don't need it to be happy. I know that is hard for you to believe right now."
"Just let me fuck around more, would you?"
"Hrm... I don't know. I... guess for a little while? If you only steal traits from your memories they will be easy to put back. I am getting rid of mine right now. I am heading to work, I will try and track down that guy from yesterday, I hope I can find him again. He must work there, I just don't know if he came back into work today after his genitals magically vanished from existence. Then the secretary will be easy to find. The missing mailman we have to do last- since returning him means merging us back into one."
Mike was going to head out along with her but Lin stopped him, offering him to stay with her exotic form for some 'fun'. Mike was not up for sex, but did not want to upset her, so he agreed to stick around with her. Lin was still the unstable version of Len after all- with the same mindset that stole his dick in the first place. He was a bit unsettled by her deep, sinister sounding chuckle as her mind ran wild with all the traits she could have- and from those very thoughts she stole them! Her tail expanded massively in girth, while remaining the same length. It became thick and meaty but then started to bulge in specific areas, forming four bulges. She grit her teeth a moment before the skin pulled too tight and the four divots between the bulges tore- and her tail split into four parts! The inner facing side was a brighter neon colored skin- and each section lined with two rows of suction cups! Her one tail turned into four octopus arms! Her large puffy equine anus re-positioned itself to where the four arms met at the base!
Lin arched her back and her spine started to crack and pop, echoing through her torso. Her back got longer very quickly, causing her to slump forward and have to catch herself on her padded hands because such a long narrow back could not support itself. The skin of her extending midriff however stretched out as two by two; new sets of ribs grew in! And then another full set below that! Mike backed up to the opposite wall as she shuffled several times to accommodate her lengthening body! She now had three full rib cages! There was a brief depression between each that allowed her flexibility, but having the additional ribs also allowed her to stand up straight easier. Still not easy enough to hold that position for very long. A loud pop could be heard as sheets of bone grew from her spine and popped free, forming shoulder blades as two new sets of identical arms started to grow in to match her existing partially paw pair. When they originally formed they looked like chubby noodles of flesh, then little baby arms, then scrawny adult arms, before finally filling out properly.
Lin chuckled again, letting her tongue lull out of her mouth as it grew much longer and throbbed as it turned dark red, then violet, and then stopping at indigo. She bat her eyelashes at the confused Mike as she stole the traits of her tongue and long lashes from a giraffe. She had never even seen a giraffe in person- Lin stole the traits from a television program. So the traits are from a memory of a broadcast of an animal! She groaned, and her voice became a bit gravely and was shadowed with a slight hiss as her face started to pull out and distort. Her face was pushing out while her nose regressed, giving her a muzzle that was shaped like a boxy triangle. It was hard for Mike to tell what that was from, since she still had huge elven ears from a donkey and her half-human half-horse mane, but the head shape was that of a snake. Also from a snake- her neck started to get longer and her already huge tongue became forked at the end. Lin moaned even louder as her neck bulged obscenely, then the veins throbbed desperately a moment before her neck split in the middle! Her head started to deform and a moment later the divide ran all the way up and split her head into two! She had two identical long necks and heads! Only the original head had active thought however- the other had a more simple brain that just relayed signals the first brain gave it- and processed instinct and reflex reactions.
She started to change all over- so much change happening at once that he could HEAR the growth. Her skin and muscle making subtle squelching sounds as they bloated and squirmed, her bones creaking and popping in and out of sockets as their position and size changes. Now with six arms and six chests- four new breasts were growing in to clone the original two and finish the replication- this also meant her freak nipples were getting copied. Her thighs became so obscenely massive that her hooves were comically tiny in comparison- even the lower half of her body was also getting too heavy to hold up with the tiny little trotters. Her ass became far, far too large for her poor hip to take and in a surge she made her hips massive to house it. Her balls gurgled and additional curves started to bubble off their surface as more balls started to grow from the existing ones! Bulges formed in her crotch as the heads of additional penis started to emerge!
Ken was out for his morning jog as usual, waving to people he knew that he ran past before suddenly face planting into the ground! He was startled right off his feet when his crotch suddenly became barren! One of the horses she was eyeing up the other day slipped off the mare he was mounting and fell back onto his ass when suddenly his dick was disconnected from between them! Several other stallions around him neighed in distress as their own crotches felt lighter! One by one, all the men Len had ever known started to drop like flies, grabbing in confused fear at their diminishing loins! Then, the girl friends she had began to fall too. Ones who forgot about her, abandoned her when they moved away, betrayed her, or just stopped having the time to be with her. They would all fall! The men were stripped of their manhoods, the women were robbed of their breasts. Lin's lower set of boobs bloated so quickly you could hear the fat gurgle from rapid expansion, like bubbles in a water cooler. They became the size of beanbag chairs, far too large to lift! They however helped prop up her power body better by resting on the ground. The set above that swelled to half their size, hanging as titanic ornaments. The ones above that on her original chest did not change size. Her upper chest however did expand forward, making her rib cage barrel shaped as she stole the structure from a bull. Her collar bone became like a four-leaf clover shape as her necks swelled and split up to the head again, leaving her with four serpent heads now, all still with the long mane of hair and hairless ears of an ass!
The massive collection of cocks growing from her now very wide crotch still had to the fight for room, and all bounced off one another constantly, because any movement from one caused it to collide into the surrounding dicks and make them pulse! They were not quite human nor horse- she spread the traits equally among them so they were all halfway between. They grew to her titanic anchored tits and then were forced to bunch up around it, some squeezing into the cleavage and others trying to go around the outside.
Lin then looked to Mike with a grin on all four heads. "Len forgave you... but not me, little man."
Mike immediately bolted for the door, already considering it even before she announced she was going to prey on him again. He fell to the floor when his clothing tripped him up! He was shrinking, she was stealing size from him! Looking down the clothing hanging off him he could see his genitals once again shrinking, even faster than the rest of him. He also noticed his body hair regressing though. Pushing himself up off the floor, he noticed his fingernails were soft and their edge now blurred into his skin! What on earth?! He tried to think of something he could say to make her stop but could not remember anything about her really to use in this situation. Then he realized he also did not remember his own name. She was stealing his memory! And his genitals, and size... features? Oh no, she was taking EVERYTHING. Doing the opposite she had with the mailman- Lin is stealing all of Mike's traits EXCEPT his existence. He was rapidly losing everything that made him... him. His face became softer, then started to lose definition. It started to look creepy, resembling an emotionless mask more than an actual face. Then his eyes and hair lost color, then his skin lost color. Then he lost his eyes and nose entirely. His nails vanished, his pours closed up, his digits became plump and tube like, the joints no longer had any definition against the rest, and then there were no joints at all. Nub digits on the end of his arms, then just tube-like arms, then just bubbles of flesh where arms and legs should be. His torso lost definition looking like a cylinder, and then even more till it looked like a bean, and then even more making it look like a flesh pillow. Then even his head was just a fifth bump on his torso with an oblong hole for a mouth, and still she regressed more of him till all that was left is a wobbly sphere of flesh! He had been completely nullified!
~~A Len Divided
Len returned home, restored to her normal body again and rather pleased with herself, but her heart still practically jumped into her throat when she heard the shattering of glass just outside her apartment complex! A massively bloated arm wobbled out of the wall of the building, and then a gigantic torso adorned with a huge boob! She was able to recognize it as Lin's breast, even though at this point even its mega nipple had mutated further! The skin became denser, no longer porous like it is supposed to be on a nipple, and the end ballooned into a mushroom shape! Her giant nipples had turned into huge, thick cocks! But she had grown several more breasts in odd places and positions, in various sizes across her overly long torso. Her body was tremendously malformed and barely able to move at all as she became so big that she destroyed the building around her! Lin collapsed the floor of her apartment with her body weight, then grew the height of both apartments and fell back through the wall, and was still growing! Adorning her obscene, barely functioning body was a bouquet of snake necks and heads, though the necks were thick and veiny and still striped with a mane thanks to horse traits. In one of her hands she held a soft ball of skin that used to be Mike, in her other hand, a tiny cow.
She barely was able to catch herself as she tumbled to the street. One of her heads spotted Len standing awestruck outside the building and they all turned to her. "Oh, glad you're back. I was almost starting to run out of ideas."
"What the actual fuck. Property damage isn't a trait we can undo!"
"What a shame. Good thing no one cares anyway."
"Uh... pretty sure a lot of people will, actually."
Lin held up a malformed hand adorned with her copy of the ring. "Then I will just have to take their cares away. And if anyone dare stand before me, I will reduce them to an aspect-less ball!"
"What is wrong with you Lin?! You were a copy of me... how... ?"
Occult appeared again in the physical form of a bunny by Len's feet. "Okay, well I gave you some time to sort things out a bit better, so how are thi- the fucking hell is that?!" He looked at Lin lurching the rest of her deformed body out of the crumbling structure. "Okay, so apparently murder was the high point of this little adventure."
Lin did not care how utterly devoid of functionality her body became, she wanted more pleasure. Her groin already a forest of cock started getting still more new sprouts, causing the others to shuffle and spread even further apart to make room. Her lower body bloated and rang with uninterruptible pleasure as she grew several more prostates, fed by the size of many, many more. Her lower body was balanced on a giant lumpy scrotum filled with around a hundred differently sized balls, then the lower body itself was a squishy collection of large bumps that were the collection of mutant prostates and an overly complex network of vaginal passages squeezed between. Her long torso was propped upright only by the tower of a hundred or so breasts, without enough room between to allow her to bend over.
Occult looked back at the shock on Len's face and laughed. "Talk about a dysfunctional personality. And the only difference between that blob of flesh, and you? You stupidly told her what she was, immediately."
"W-what?"
"You told Lin she is the copy. You are the original. Which means 'fixing' everything involves you re-absorbing her as part of yourself. The removal of her existence as an independent being. THIS, is how you react to your own impending deletion. Here is a real shocker- she doesn't want you to remove her from existence. But you should have been able to figure that out on your own- she is YOU after all."
Len grit her teeth and clenched her fist, the twin crystals of her ring exchanging energy. "That is enough of this! You don't need a separate body from me, you are me!"
But the rules of physics dictate that no two things can exist in the same place, at the same time. No two things can ever be the same. Lin stopped being exactly the same as Len the moment they divided- two divergent paths the same person could have taken. One reached salvation, the other further damnation. Lin smiled, with her crooked grin, and not an ounce of fear to be found for someone trying to avoid destruction. Len used her ring to see where traits originated from, out of Lin's memory and then started to return them. And at the exact same time, Lin recalled those memories and pulled the traits right back out. They both have the darkblood ring- they negate each other!
Len paused a moment, how was she supposed to outsmart... herself? She had faith in herself, Lin didn't. Or at least, she didn't the last time she was Len. That is why she did not try to assault Len behind her back with the ring- she had no confidence in that plan working. Her current plan worked well enough, but it worked because it is reactive- she is countering Len, not actively going out and doing something herself. Her survival plan revolved entirely around other people coming after her. It was thinking of their difference in confidence that Len realized how to stop Lin! Their minds! If Len steals the aspects of Lin's mind, she cannot think to counter. Taking the giant body apart and restoring everything will still take a considerable amount of time, but the important thing will be that Lin will no longer be able to stop Len without a mind.
Len lifted her ring to Lin and activated it again, stealing some random memories to help her disable the body later. As soon as Lin attempted to react against her, she stole that thought too. She siphoned all of Lin's divergent memories and thoughts away to completely disable her. Lin dropped Mini Moo and the null Mike as her thoughts completely lapsed a moment.
Len smiled at a job well done, then broke out into a manic laughter.
Occult sighed. "Mortals really are pretty stupid sometimes."
Len scoffed at the confused and dazed Lin. "Thanks for transferring me to this perfectly functional body, me. Enjoy that perverse blob I created for you, dumbass."
Now Lin has taken over the true Len's physical body. What is left of the mind in Lin's body is now Len- but Len BEFORE the divergence! Len has no knowledge of anything that happened after the elevator! Lin taunted her, telling her that she was the one who devolved Mike into a null and in a panic Len started to revert him quickly- since it was now inside of her own body where the stolen traits were stored. Lin used the distraction to scoot over and recover her Mini Moo however, and then just as Len finished restoring Mike; Lin grabbed her hand, yanking the ring off! Lin turned and smashed the two crystal thorns against the remnant of a wall and ground it against the brick, destroying Len's darkblood ring so she had no power at all! She was trapped in a deformed body that couldn't even move... or stop leaking pre.
The naked Mike was still dazed, but still picked up on the situation faster than Len could, because of an utter lack of confidence once again. Though he was naked still, he darted to Lin before she could walk away and grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Wait, please, isn't there anything we can do that will make you... forgive us? Turn her back into something that at least resembles human again?"
Lin yanked her hand out of his grip and kicked him to the ground. "Pff, I already de-manned you twice. You aren't even worth the effort to punish a third time. Be grateful I let you live."
Lin stormed off, carrying Mini Moo in hand. Only now did Mike notice the growing crowd of confused people gathered to see the destruction, wondering what the strange giant monster is, but all of them having had their reactionary ability stolen away by Lin to prevent them from interfering during that whole scene. Mike ran to the remains of the darkblood ring, but the crystal thorns were completely shattered, and once broken they lost their power and the shards turned to dust. Len had no power at all, it all belonged to Lin.
Mike smiled weakly at Len, patting one of her many heads, not knowing which was the primary head since they all look the same. "Don't worry... I know this looks really bad now, but we will figure something out. Believe it or not, you solved your own problem before. You became confident, and you were really happy and content for a bit. Things got complicated, but you already did it once, we can do it again."
"R-really...?"
"Yea. I am going to borrow some clothes from what is left of your apartment though, okay? I am too far to run naked back to my place, and you cannot go anywhere like this. I am the only one who can try to chase down Lin...."
~~Inner Demon
Lin grinned to herself as she walked down the street. People shout at her for walking around naked, and she took their voices. When the authorities were called, she took their will and used it to temper her own resolve. She wandered into the middle of an intersection, halting traffic real fast. Lin started to float gently off the ground, her hair drifting behind her as if floating in unseen liquid. The teeth in her sinister grin started to sharpen as her iris converted to a glowing orange, like super heated metal.
"If I can steal traits from anything... what is stopping me from taking them from my own imagination?"
Her clothes ignited in flame and quickly burned off her, turning into a halo of ash over her head. A ridge of skin down the middle of the backs of her arms, legs, and torso quickly darkened to black and hardened. The hard flesh started to lift off and break into sharp diamond shaped scales, and then the darkness started to spread from there, shielding her normal flesh. Her spine started to lengthen, gaining a bit of length in the neck, the torso, but a lot of length into a quickly developing tail! The tail did not grow much meat on it, it was bony in appearance and while it got very long it never thickened except for a bulb at the very end, forming a spade tip! Her labia, nipples, and lips darkened to deep red, bruise purple, and finally to glossy black. She plopped Mini Moo on her head, its front hooves hanging onto her forehead, and its rear legs just drooping off the back of her head.
The bones in her limbs creaked with growth and gained in length, becoming slightly bony. The shape of Lin's feet started to change radically- starting with the sole lengthening as if to convert her to an ungulate but her toes did not devolve. The sole of her feet fused into a canon bone, but her toes all remained individual and actually got longer, becoming like fingers! Her nails on both hand and foot thickened and became longer and sharper, their color turning to a glittering gold. All color quickly drained from Lin's hair, turning white though it still looked healthy otherwise. Her hair grew longer, and as she twirled around in the air with her arms out, the lengthening hair formed a loose spiral around her body, no longer entirely obeying gravity. Her pupils shifted erratically, finally settling on the unnatural shape of a five pointed star. Her ears grew long and narrow. Lin let out a long groan and winced slightly before the blackening skin on her head started to rapidly gather, the forming scales fusing together as two horns erupted from either side of her head, nearly taking up the entire side of her skull each with how thick they were at the base! Each horn grew in a huge arch, bending back out slightly at the tips, and were at least two and a half feet long and heavily ribbed with jagged edges! She cried out and another set of horns erupted out from under her skin with normal bone behind those horns! The more normal looking horns were only half the size of the first, and the bone turned to the color of gold as the air touched them. Her hardening skin formed into yet another pair behind that, from her upper neck, but this set was little more than very broad spikes.
The hardened black scales did not cover the insides of her arms, legs, the very front of her torso including her breasts, and her face. In these places her skin lost their natural rosen hue but did not turn black either- becoming pale grey. Hard formations squirmed into existence in her back side, followed by the rapid bloat of new muscle and then sudden the skin on her back appeared to bulge and tear free from her body! A huge pair of bat-like wings lifted off her and continued to rapidly grow till each wing was larger than the entire rest of her body! The membrane of the wings were pale grey, the rest was encased in her sharp black scales. Her very long but narrow tail lashed around herself like a whip, threatening everyone below her on the street.
Traffic halted and people gathered into the area to watch the sight of Lin transforming. Police were there, but on standby as every officer who attempted to act before them was stripped of their will to do anything; slumping to the ground like corpses.
"At least you were not hard to track."
Lin cocked an eyebrow and turned in the air, scanning the crowds for the source of Mike's voice. When she spoke now, it was with dozens of voices at once, from having stolen so many. "You must really want me to nullify you again, huh? Does it feel... right? Maybe you were always meant to be nothing."
Mike did not seem to be afraid of her Daeva form unlike all the people around them. "You really are good at making things hard for me. I love you, you know?"
She furrowed her brows. "What?"
"I love you, you dummy. That is why I had to let you go... that is why I need a therapist! Although after what you did to her, I think my therapist needs a therapist now. I love you and it hurt to hear you always putting yourself down. I tried to help you, but it wasn't something I could do with my own power. So I either had to let you go, or be destroyed, caught in your own downward spiral. I held on for as long as I could bare it, my therapist had been telling me to bail for ages by then."
"You still abandoned me! If you hate the way I act you should have never gotten my hopes up dating me in the first place!" Daeva Lin took an aggressive stance as she started drifting toward him, the halo of ash over her followed along.
Mike shrugged, holding up his hand, and the darkblood ring on it. "Maybe I still can't fix us, but I can make you take the poison you dumped on yourself over by the complex!"
Lin's eyes widened in surprise as she lurched at the feeling of her body starting to rapidly deform and bloat! She thought she destroyed both crystal thorns?! Only one was broken! His ring was missing the trait stealing thorn- it still had the trait repulsion thorn! He was using it to transfer traits from the abomination Len at the complex and dump them in Lin again! Lin held out her own ring to just reject them again.
"S-SON OF A BITCH!!" She only just now noticed the repulsion thorn missing from her ring!
She remembered back to when she left the complex to come here, Mike grabbed her hand to stop her and talk to her a moment, pretending to beg her to stop! The crystal thorn in his ring was stolen from hers! Lin can take traits, but she cannot get rid of them! Mike was not transferring traits one at a time, he was just dumping them into her body, causing it to bloat too fast for her to do anything about it, and deform even worse and less functionally than her previous abomination form! As soon as she was too heavy for her flotation power to hold up, Mike dashed over to her squirming body and slipped her ring off. Mike tossed both rings to the ground and stomped on them! The high pitched sound of the crystal shattering could be seemingly heard for miles around and time seemed to stand still for a moment. Len's body back at the complex turned to pure energy and burst apart entirely, dissipating into the air! Lin's mind was suddenly invaded and overridden as her own body turned to energy and seemed to seethe up and off from Len's normal body under it all. The two of them were once again a single person. The end result was the saved Len, but with the memories of both Len and Lin.
Before she could apologize for all the trouble she called, Mike grabbed her wrist and ran for it. Without the power of the rings, everyone else in the area was going to figure out they no longer needed to be afraid soon enough; and he did not want to stick around long enough for people to identify their faces properly. All traits were restored to their original owners now that the rings were destroyed. Mini Moo was restored to a normal sized cow, as confused as ever, standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the city wondering what funky type of grass it had to have eaten for all this to have happened.
Later that day, Len could not go back to her place- the complex was closed off and under investigation now. Restoring everyone's traits back to where they belong did not magically undo the property damage caused along the way, so the building was an absolute wreck. Len went back to Mike's place; he was planning to let her just live with him till her place got fixed, or she found another apartment at least. They sat on the edge of the roof of the apartment building, watching a metallic orange looking sun slowly sink behind the horizon- the silhouette of city buildings in front of it as the neon lights of the city's night life started to click on.
Len sighed with a soft smile on her lips. "Damn... when did the world get so beautiful, Mike?"
Mike put an arm over her shoulder and kissed her. "Since you opened those beautiful eyes in it."
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(F gradual BE, Lactation, Flesh Amalgam, Body Horror)
Cerise is a beautiful woman, but also a well versed explorer. In recent years the three major kingdoms of the world have been sending out researchers and adventurers into the uncharted world to rediscover the storied history of humanity. In pages torn from history; humans once covered a vast amount of the world, but thanks to the spread of dangerous magical artifacts the world became too hostile and humanity regressed into only three major kingdoms. Cerise had been on the team that reclaimed The Book Of Nothing- the worst offender of obscene power no one should ever possess- and the book is now safely sealed.
Cerise has dark blood red hair that naturally forms colossal curls about her head, hanging as low as her collar bone- but could probably get past the bottom of her chest if you pulled it straight. Her breasts are a perfect C; the ideal size to perfectly fill the average human hand and capped with powder red nipples with small, solid-edged areola. She has an athletic build which is most easily noticeable in her tight abs. Exploring lost civilizations requires quite a bit of parkour and climbing in general- as the old roads and pathways are often in disrepair and do not function as they should. Her lips are plump and naturally already deep scarlet, though her voice a bit gravelly for a woman. Cerise's eyes are blue with the slightest hint of green, making them quite vibrant, like gemstones.
Finding maps and reading books in the lost kingdoms the explorers usually find many clues as to where to attempt to look next. Some kingdoms simply disappeared due to natural disasters. Being relatively or sometimes entirely cut off from other kingdoms- if the weather decides to go cataclysmic on them, no one will hear them scream. Her next biggest find was to be the lost kingdom of Faelor, formerly nestled in the roots of mountains, with a pristine river running down from the frozen peaks to cut the valley in twain.
Faelor had been sealed away apparently, so something dangerous had been there, but none of the other lost kingdoms mentioned WHY it was sealed or what exactly the danger is. It was very easy for Cerise and her team to find the kingdom of Faelor thanks to the documents they found on it in Ragas... but actually getting into the kingdom was another story. In this; Cerise could be of no help at all. When the ancient people mentioned it being sealed- they were not kidding. What must have taken a team of a hundred Geomancers or more- they summoned the earth from the nearby mountains and sealed the ENTIRE capital of Faelor in a giant stone dome! Cerise is athletic but she is not strong enough to pickup truck-sized boulders repeatedly. She had to sit on the sidelines as the others used horses, chains, and rope to drag giant stones out of the way- having to be careful not to cause the surrounding stone to roll over on top of them and crush them to death.
Cerise did still get the jump on the rest of them- because as a young woman she was more flexible than most of the other explorers, so she was able to squirm her way through a gap that was still too small for the others to follow. The stonemasonry in Faelor was beautiful. The city gates took her some time to pry open enough to get inside because the doors are so colossal. Down ancient steps with a torch in hand she dashed through the pitch black streets a bit too energetically perhaps. Because of the stone dome covering the entire capital it was utter darkness here at all times except for the torch she held, so she was unable to see very far ahead of herself. What she found was many pathways and streets were blocked off by an odd... bulbous material. It was also unusually warm in here for being in perpetual darkness. She gasped and recoiled when she attempted to touch one of the odd masses- only to discover that it is in fact flesh. It bulges out of collapsed walls and buildings! It is still giving off heat- its still alive!
Light penetrated the dark as the opening the others were digging expanded and several more torched were held up in the darkness- a Pyromancer did his thing and cast a light large enough to temporarily illuminate the entire capital in a dull orange glow.
Faelor was immediately re-sealed. Cerise and the other explorers returned to their kingdom of Leiro with blank, empty expressions. She immediately told the authorities to not allow anyone near Faelor ever again, and also like the old writings in Ragas; she deliberately avoided saying what exactly is in Faelor or why it should never be visited- simply telling them it was a horror beyond imagining. Cerise thought she could just forget about it, once it was sealed and the warnings given. But she found herself dreaming of what she seen there. She attempted to help rediscover other places and artifacts after the fact over the following year, but found herself spacing out in thought or freezing up entirely out of fear of encountering something else like what slept in Faelor. By the end of the year, she even sought therapy on the matter, before retiring from adventuring entirely.
The therapist took out her pad, ready to take notes. "So, what seems to be the problem is that you encountered something terrifying, and that because it was while doing your job- you now associate it with your work. You mentioned wanting to retire? I would encourage this- given the treasures you have already accumulated, you should have more than enough money to live extravagantly without needing to venture into danger again. It is completely normal to want to avoid fire after being burned so."
"Y-yea. I wanted to continue just... because it was fun, it's what I love to do... but-"
"But you cannot have fun if it frightens you and returns those ill memories. Normally I would encourage my patient to face their fears, and overcome the situation but this particular sort of situation makes it seem like a non-option. What did you see down there? Are you willing to discuss it, or...?"
She shook her head silently for a moment. "I need to forget it. It is sealed, there is no reason for me to keep thinking about it. It is just... it was so... twisted."
"An eldritch horror? Some... creature of pure evil?"
Cerise huffed in a weak laugh. "No. I know what evil is. Even as kids we learn what pure evil is. A villain with no purpose- someone who commits evil from no provocation. A life dedicated to disrupting or snuffing out all other lives. No... we all know what pure evil is, even if it is only through works of fiction. This was not evil. It is twisted, malformed... an abomination. But it is so beautiful, and soft... so pleasing to behold. It is a symbol of fertility and life, and yet an affront to every living creature. A thing that nature should not be able to ever produce, and yet somehow has. It is not evil... it is much, much worse."
After several sessions of therapy, her therapist came to the conclusion that she should be allowed to drink some Elysium Water- an alchemical potion not to be taken lightly, as its effects are the irrevocable erasure of memory. Many people who had been with her that day were already given the potion, and ultimately everyone who had beheld Faelor would request the potion to forcefully wipe out the memory of what they had seen, so that they could leave it behind. They still have vague memories of going there- and still know in their hearts that what they seen was horrific- but no longer recall what it actually is, so they can regain some degree of peace. Cerise would wake flustered in the mornings more often than not, and even sometimes inexplicably aroused, but shrug it off. She still dreams of what she seen- but now forgets her dream as soon as she wakes up, so she does not even consciously realize it happened.
Cerise retired and started to sell off her accumulated ancient treasures. She was in it for the adventure so she failed to realize just how much of a fortune she had amassed almost on accident. Only 27 and she is now retired and living in a small mansion with a team of 7 servants waiting on her every need and keeping her tiny palace sparkling clean at all times. Cerise started to attend parties, and still pursued her interest in researching ancient civilizations but now did it through reading and looking over artefacts others brought back to Leiro.
Thanks to being rich; she could afford to eat just about anything she could imagine, so she decided to take her adventuring to the dinner table as well- always ordering something different, from a different land- in an effort to experience all known foods. Of course... there are a lot of different types of food, so it was quite a monumental task. She seemed better fit to accomplish it than even she would have assumed at first- her appetite seemed to grow with every enjoyed meal. It was like when a person becomes famished; suddenly all foods taste a lot better, and even foods they would have normally hated become at the very least- tolerable. It was like that, except... all the time. Her threshold for 'very hungry' seemed to drop considerably, and all food suddenly started to taste better to her, and be more enjoyable than it had been. She normally only ate breakfast and dinner, but lunch returned to her menu as soon as she retired. As the months passed she expanded her dinners to be several courses, and then some snacks between meals- and eventually mandatory snack times. She no longer had to go out to work, so she could be at home all day- she had the time to laze around and pop food in her mouth whenever.
Cerise was a bit frightened for her figure- she liked her well-toned body, and her fears were of course once again well-founded. If you start eating that much all the time, obviously you are going to gain a lot of weight... except, she didn't. Well... at least her stomach did not expand. The divot between her tight abs softened- but that is because of her lack of exercise, not any additional fat. Her arms and legs remained completely untouched. No... she gained weight- but her body somehow had the impossibly perfect genetic programming to stuff all of her excess entirely into her bust alone and nowhere else! Like she had suddenly become part camel- her body was stuffing the extras into her 'humps' to save for a rainy day. Her C cups became Ds, then Es, F and even G cups! Her pert handfuls were suddenly large wobbling orbs! Her tiny areola even stretched across their surface and the solid edge softened to a quick faded edge!
Instead of becoming unattractive, she was more sought-after than ever! She wore beautiful dresses that flaunted her cleavage when she attended parties and reveled in the attention- the power of knowing she could have any man drooling on his knees for her if she wanted; though she did not take any lovers. In bed she enjoyed her own company actually- and that too grew with her bosom. When she touched herself it was with one hand on her crotch and the other always digging into her large breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft rubbery flesh like baker's dough.
But still her appetite grew more voracious- baffling her servants. Her figure had not changed at all, so it seemed like she was eating more food than should be physically possible for someone of her size. Her breasts fattened to H, I, J, and K cup in size. She was the bustiest woman in all of Leiro! Possibly in all the world! She loved the feeling of her giant tits sloshing back and forth with her movement. On her back in bed her breasts rolled up and down her entire chest when she thrusts her hips into her hands to dip her fingers in deeper to her hungry pussy. She would sometimes space out in mirrors, mesmerized by her own swollen flesh. By the end of the year she surpassed K cup... which meant everything had to be custom tailored to her... there is no standardized bra size above that, so as soon as you hit L cup, you need a personal tailor.
Cerise had to rest her boobs on the table when she ate to be able to reach her food past them. Somehow her body had still impossibly not put on any weight at all, her breasts are the only part of her to accumulate any fat! Her servants would often snap her out of a trance and scold her for being caught idly rubbing her breasts, or cupping them from below and bobbing their weight on her palms. She had raised quite a few eyebrows doing this in public or at parties she attended without realizing she was even doing it. Thanks to her solid lower back muscles she was at least able to heft her behemoth tits- any other woman her size would likely be folded in half by their weight. She lost agility and grace in her movements, but she could at least carry herself still.
Her servants advised her to maybe cut back on her meals a bit nervously- and she agreed but then... proceeded to not actually do it. Knowing her breasts would continue to put on weight and they were already massive; she should slow down at least, but she loved food! And unfortunately at this point she trained her body to think the amount she was eating is normal, so if she tries to cut back she is immediately hit with hunger pains because she isn't accustomed to a lack of things to eat! It also did not help that she very much adored her breast size, and spend increasing amounts of time and dedication to them, mashing them together, squeezing them, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. Every man she encounters wants her, and yet she is too obsessed with her own curves to bother with any of them.
After a year and a half of her new life of luxury; Cerise stopped going to parties regularly, and only appeared at a few of the larger events. Her breasts are now so large that they eclipse her entire chest and almost all of her midriff. With some creative engineering her clothing might be customized to still hold her breasts aloft- but doing so would shield most of her field of vision, so she could not support them with clothes. Even without holding them up at all- there is a roughly five foot gap in her vision where she could simply not see the floor. When she walks about it is with a heavy forward lean, and she has to often pause to rest. If there is a table or arm rail nearby- she will bow down slightly to rest the bottom of her tits on them to try and take some of the weight off her. Her areola are the size of a dish at this point with a soft edge, and even started to project a bit into their own curve; separate of her boob. Her servants still attempted to chastise her voracious appetite, but she pays their wages so they obviously aren't willing to put up much of a fight, and Cerise also took to stuffing various snacks into her cleavage to hide, or simply carry around with her. I mean; at this point you could stuff an entire boxed pizza into her tits and it would be entirely hidden.
When folding her laundry- the servants could easily mistake one of her custom tops as a bed sheet. There is enough fabric in a single of Cerise's tops to make seven or eight normal shirts. At the dinner table Cerise has to bow forward and squash her boobs across her lap now because if she tried to rest them on the table itself- her food would be shoved out of her reach. Even her nipples have enlarged to the size of a shot glass... which... doesn't seem like something that would happen if it were just fat. Because the nipple itself doesn't contain any fat. Her breasts should also be sloshing all over the place wildly out of control at this point because the fat and muscle tissue is so out of balance... yet they did not. They held their shape quite well and remained as springy as they were when she was only a C cup.
Cerise did not tell her servants right away, afraid of what they would say or how they would react. She woke up rather aroused from a forgotten dream again one morning a year and a third into her retirement. Dashing to the bathroom meaning to splash water on her face to clear her thoughts, she instead spaced out at the sight of her long cleavage and grabbed her erect nipples through the shirt only to discover wetness! She is lactating! She was not able to draw much out, but she did have milk. There was a tiny bit the next day too, and the next, and the next. It happened very gradually, so she did not really notice an increase herself. At first it took only a few tugs to express most of her milk, but then a few more. A minute first thing in the morning, to five, to ten. She would be kneading her tits aggressively as she masturbated in the middle of the afternoon and manage to summon some milk from her then too! After two weeks she was tugging her nipples rhythmically toward the sink like she was milking a cow, and erupting solid streams of milk! Well... that should slow her weight gain at least, right? She is converting it into milk now.
Her absolutely enormous tits needed help being carried soon after, now three weeks into her lactating. She had to stop and rest so frequently as she made her way around the house that the servants simply took to walking beside her- either servant helping to carry one of her immense tits. When she lays in bed, either boob flops to her sides and she has to reach through her own cleavage to reach her pussy- because her breasts are so large that she cannot reach around them with the length of her arms! Her arms are only able to reach her nipples to milk herself by squashing into the surface of her breasts to fold the front further up.
Cerise started to need to be milked twice a day, so her frequent afternoon masturbation became mandatory. Rather than express herself into the sink; she folded her giant tit to her mouth and sucked on her own shot-glass sized nipples, gorging on her own milk! Rather than be worried that there was more and still more as the days went by- she was instead glad she gets to taste more of her delicious breastmilk! Human milk has a mild sweetness to it, due to humans having a higher sugar diet than.... well, every other animal on the planet.
Since they have to carry her breasts for her; the servants eventually found out about her lactating on their own, when wet spots formed on the front of her top in spite of her twice daily milking- the amount she produces is still going up! They thought it might be caused by some sort of hormonal imbalance due to the sheer size of her behemoth boobs- since Cerise hasn't had any actual sex so there is no way she is pregnant. Her areola did not darken either, like they normally do when lactating- they are still a powder red.
More food, fatter breasts, more milk... more drinking milk while she fondles and obsesses over her giant endowments.
Now a bit over two years into retirement her breasts are so gigantic that she cannot even bathe properly! Her body sits in one tub, but then the servants must fetch two additional tubs of water to rest each tit in! If she tried to fit herself entirely into just one bath tub- her breasts would utterly eclipse her, and be sitting over the tub instead of IN it. Her nipples are now as wide and long as a normal drinking glass- so the length of a hand from wrist to middle fingertip and so thick than you can only meet thumb to finger around its girth if you squeeze the surface of it inward slightly. When she gorges on her own milk; one nipple fills her entire mouth completely on its own. She still needs milking twice daily but it takes a good twenty minutes to completely drain her each time, and if she collides her boobs with something in between sessions she can still knock milk out of herself unintentionally as it builds up.
Because her servants need to help carry her, milk, and even bathe her; they discovered a second set of nipples before she did! She had tiny areola and big (for a regular human) nipples in the shadow of her breasts, on her lower chest! At this- they immediately contacted a doctor. Her body was already extremely abnormal, but growing a whole new set of nipples out of the blue was a bit too alarmingly off.
The doctor was unsurprisingly baffled, and as alarmed as the servants were- even though Cerise herself did not seem at all bothered by the news. Her breasts seemed to develop milk cisterns like an udder would have- to store premade milk, which is good because her body doesn't seem to ever stop producing it... ever. Their weight is clearly well beyond what her back could ever possibly take, but thanks to her servants helping her get around; her breasts are yet to actually do her any harm. He did not find anything abnormal with her however. Her body seems perfectly healthy, there are no abnormal mutations, there do not seem to be any foreign substances in her body. He cannot explain her condition at all- but it isn't hurting her, he knows that much.
The servant cocked a brow at his diagnosis, motioning to the extra set of nipples. "No mutations?!"
"W-well, though generally rare; people can have additional nipples. That is certainly not unheard of. Heck- there was one woman who had a nipple on her foot. Generally the additional nipples serve no purpose though- they do not have any mammary glands behind them, it is literally JUST a nipple and nothing else. She appears to be developing a new set of mammary glands behind hers. But there isn't anything... abnormal about them, other than their being there and growing for seemingly no reason. They appear to be perfectly normal breasts that are developing, it's just that... they shouldn't exist in the first place. I cannot find what is causing this, but she seems perfectly fine and-" He motions to her expression. "She certainly does not seem to mind it. If I cannot pinpoint the issue, I cannot cure her, and if it isn't hurting her I shouldn't technically try to cure it in the first place."
And so Cerise was left to her self-worship and seemingly endless milk streams. The growth of her breasts seemed to at last stop even though her appetite did not diminish- but it also seems the only reason it stopped is because the fat is now gathering into a new pair instead! It took a week for the nipples to pop out from her chest enough to form into little B cup hills; utterly eclipsed by her top pair. Now Cerise would often shake her body back and forth, trying to make it look like she was trying to get comfortable and settle her breasts into her shirt better- what she is actually doing is rubbing her new nipples with the heavy original boobs waving back and forth on them! The bottom pair started to dig deeper into the round underside of the first boobs. By the end of the second week they were already G cups. At the end of the third week they were the size of a medium beach ball, and now big and taut enough to actually hold her upper breasts up, slightly. The upper breasts are still so huge that they wrap completely around the lower set except for the very bottom.
Now when Cerise masturbates she tosses her giga breasts over either of her shoulders so she can reach down and play with the new ones while her head sits in the cleavage of her old breasts- listening to her own heartbeat from the breast flesh smothering her ears. She no longer even needed to touch her pussy- and was so obsessed with her impossibly glorious tits that she did not even bother with it. She could orgasm quite easily from kneading her breasts alone. Perhaps from her always tugging at the nipples- she managed to encourage her lower breasts to start lactating too.
Another week went by and now her lower breasts could hold up the top ones- those posed a bit of a problem for her visibility. Now her upper breasts were held aloft far enough that she cannot even look straight forward- all she would see is her own cleavage. She has also grown so enormous that it would take an entire tablecloth to even attempt to cover her breasts- so she stopped trying. Cerise no longer put on a top. She did not go outside anymore anyway- she cannot get very far without someone to carry her breasts for her. The only way she can see where she is going is if she turns her chest one way and leans her head the other way- otherwise she can only look up or to her sides; her breasts block everything else.
Though the most comfortable position to masturbate in- she cannot sleep while on her back anymore at risk of one of her own tits rolling back in over her face and suffocating her in her sleep. On her side she risks a boob rolling off the side of the bed- which is heavy enough to yank the entire rest of her body off along with it. So Cerise sleeps either on her belly with a giant boob on either side and her body bent around the smaller two- or she sleeps on all four gathered under her, creating a bed of fat, bloated flesh. The milk she produces increases slowly still as well- forcing the servants to fit in a third milking while she is asleep. She starts moaning rather loudly like when they milk her while she is awake, but she somehow manages to remain fully asleep.
On Cerise's own suggestion; the servants opened a service to sell cheap milk to the kingdom. Only a few people thought it was odd that Cerise was the one selling the milk, since she did not own a ranch that they knew of- though she could certainly afford one if she wanted. The servants advised against her revealing her form and where the milk came from, but after only a few days Cerise decided to visit the shop herself to check on things against their advising.
Suddenly all of Leiro was clamoring to get a bottle, and in spite of the massive amount she produced- they could not keep a bottle on the actual shelf. When men seen what she had turned into- they were throwing their money at the counter, desperate to get any part of that woman into their mouths. Many women were abhorred by her appearance but just as many were eager to drink the milk- hoping some of her would rub off. The amount of fat Cerise stuffed into her tits and the amount of milk she put out did not equal the amount of food she ate. She is creating more milk than she should have resources to be able to. No one could explain how she ended up like this. It was like her body was blessed to be an unending fountain of resources! Her endowments could feed a small army, endlessly! She became an icon of fertility and all of Leiro knew of her! And still her second pair of breasts grew heavier, milkier, and fatter with each passing day, slowly catching up to her original pair.
Sure enough- there did seem to be a bit of rub-off on other women! At first there appeared to be no effect; no change for over a week. People continued to buy it by the cases as fast as the shop stocked up though- because she was already rich and produced the milk from seemingly nothing, Cerise could afford to have extremely low prices on her milk, making it the cheapest available food. So even people who did not care for her appearance at all, or were hesitant to buy something that came out of Cerise- they still bought it, because it's incredibly cheap. It is also quite healthy since human milk is the only food in the world custom tailored specifically to just humans. You do not need to treat or filter it like cow milk, you can just drink it straight as it is.
Cerise's new set of breasts were passing the halfway point on their way to the first pair when the news started to spread; her milk DOES enhance women who drink it! After over a week many women started to experience small size increases! Nipples erect with less provocation, and breasts firm up then start to slowly stretch, gaining a bit of extra padding. Women were finally getting the endowments they always wanted and were slowly starting to steal back the attention from the men the kingdom over, who had become obsessed with trying to glimpse Cerise. The men were obviously also very pleased- bigger breasts everywhere they looked. The rulers of the kingdom were also hesitantly pleased. The poor folk now had a food they could actually afford, less starving people. Bigger endowed and healthier people in the kingdom, higher morale than ever... Cerise seemed to be unintentionally starting a new golden age for Leiro.
After a week and a half, the king sent out an order to halt the sale of the milk, stating it was only temporary while they sort out some of the legal work on the business end... trying not to panic the public because of the real reason. Even with the milk supply cut off however... women around all of Leiro seemed to still grow, very slowly, but they are still growing.
Cerise flopped onto her bed as two of the three servants who were carrying her there walk back out of the room to rest their back. "That stupid king, why would he just shut down my nice shop like that? He still hasn't said anything directly to me about it! We were making so many people happy..."
Maggy smiled sympathetically to her mistress. "Well, if it makes you feel any better- I always thought it was kind of a miracle. Your body, I mean. A lot of the other servants were just worried but... how could something so miraculous and bountiful be bad??"
Cerise smiled and squirmed her way onto her hands and knees- her bottom breasts resting squashed against the bed half under her and half in front of her, while the upper pair was fully rested on top of the lower. She could not look forward at all at risk of blocking her own breathing with the literal wall of flesh in front of her.
"Why don't you have some? I would hate to waste any while the shop is closed."
Maggy blushed. "W-wuh, me? Right now? Oh...hmm mmm-ah, I... I don't know. You have a bit till you need to be milked again though, don't you?"
"Oh, I could always use ah-Aahhhmmmmm-" A faint rumbling could be heard from her breasts- like the muffled roar of rushing liquid. "milking. I have so much to give!" Her beer-can sized nipples stood erect, her areola puffed up and beads of milk formed all around their surface, threatening to gather up and roll off onto the bed!
Maggy dashed over, looking at first at how she could shuffle Cerise closer to the end of the bed, but realizing it was far too inconvenient for her size to try to move her at all, and simply climbed onto the bed herself to reach the teats. The nipples alone are so giant she actually had to use her fingers to help stuff the thing in her mouth. She started to gulp loudly and a new rush of hot, creamy liquid filled her mouth the moment she gulped down the last, forcing her to swallow again right away or risk overflowing all over herself.
Cerise's boobs were more than large enough to hold her upper body up, so her arms were completely free and both went to her pussy and started pawing at her wet slit, moaning from the feeling of being milked. The gentle rocking of the liquid flow in her giant breasts, the warmth gathering and then jetting out! Even the emotional feeling of being so big in the first place, so blessed, so fat, heavy and endowed! So absurdly womanly! A living idol of the female sex, a fountain of endless milk! The flow rushed through her tits, tickling all the pleasure receptors as they gathered toward the nipple. Maggy made a few startled sounds, muffled by the giant teat clogging her mouth, and then started to make confused moans of pleasure. Cerise tried to look at her, but could not see the woman at all past the curvature of her own immense breasts, so she shrugged it off and continued to masturbate to the feeling of her servant gulping down her blessed cream.
Maggy's nipples went rock hard and actually tingled with internal pressure very suddenly. Her breasts felt so... tight. Her chest heated up and suddenly her breasts started to fatten!
Without even knowing what was happening, Cerise spared one of her hands to reach around and gently pet Maggy on the head. "That is it; drink up! Enjoy! As much as you want. As much as you can take!"
"Mmm~ mmmph!" Her eyes widened at her expanding breasts, but she could not bring herself to stop!
Maggy's top started to groan and with a sharp snap the clasp on her bra shattered! Her tits quickly ballooned forward from their compressed cloth prison and mashed into the front of her shirt, then spread out! Her shirt fabric started to gather rapidly as her breasts smushed further out into it, stealing all the fabric for themselves and then still more! Wet spots formed over her own enlarging nipples!!
Cerise continued to pet her hair and Maggy's eyes rolled back in her head. "Take as much as you desire. Drink up and grow up big and strong! Big and... mmm~ plump. Round and fat, and heavy~!"
*gulp* "M-m-mmmm- *gulp*- MMMmmph!" *gulp*
Cerise gently cupped the back of her head and pushed her further forward! The giant nipple was in the top of Maggy's THROAT- longer than her entire mouth. The bridge of her nose and forehead pressed against the bloated curve of the giant boob. Maggy's shirt started to shred open! The collar tearing further and further down the front where her breasts yanked the shirt in two different directions with their curvature! More and more cleavage spilled out! Milk started to dribble weakly through the fabric on the front. Her tits were covered in beads of sweat from the internal heat and the skin is blushing from the rapid growth! Her breasts fattened so quickly that the areola bloating out surpassed her nipples- giving her inverted nipples as the areola swallowed them entirely! Her shirt finally ripped in half and her huge boobs flopped to the bed under her, while she is on all fours!
Between Cerise's legs her pussy started to plumpen up further than normally possible! Her labia seemed to almost inflate, becoming soft squishy pillows as she pawed at them! Her entire pubic mound started to rise up like dough in the oven, accumulating fat, inflating it rounder off her torso, making it even more fun to play with! She hooked her index around the curve and shook it back and forth, letting out a giddy giggle and then moan at the feeling of her pubic mound jiggling... like a fat titty.
Maggy finally managed to will herself to pull off, flopping backwards and watching wide-eyed at her large breasts swing to the sides of her chest before their elasticity caused them to clap back together in the middle. "Wuh- Wh-whauuh-t... what ha-aaahppened?! Wh-mmmMMMM." She cupped them and even the delicate pressure of that alone caused several thin streams of milk to come out and a trickle to emerge from the slit her nipple itself is trapped in.
Before Maggy could regain any composure or get her thoughts straight at all; Cerise twisted her torso to flop onto her side and unintentionally ripped all the bedding half off of the bed below her by her breasts. On her side she could bend her back to pull her breasts back from Maggy and pull herself forward to latch onto one of Maggy's breasts! She shoved her tongue into the slit on Maggy's enormously puffy, dinner-plate sized areola and slapped her nipple back and forth, coaxing it to full erection so it pops back out to be sucked!
Maggy fell back, propped up on her knees with her hands behind her; her breathing rapid and moans high pitched. The feeling of her breasts expanding so quickly pulled all her nerves thin- all the pleasure receptors being triggered as any little motion against her endowments causes their entire mass to ripple! Cerise tugging on her nipples with her plush lips is such an intense pleasure, but even stronger than that is the feeling of the jets of milk erupting from her!! The milk scratched the itch in her over-pressure teats from the inside- where nothing else CAN! The soft-rubbery flesh of her turgid nipples is being massaged from the inside and out at the same time! The gentle pressure and warmth of the milk inside shifting, rushing forward! She wanted more, so she made more, so the feeling of it rushing forward did not stop- it looped. Her supply did not go up or down!
Maggy was looking into the undulating cleavage of Cerise as she drank from her, when she realized the rippling was off-beat. There was something IN her cleavage, but neither of her arms were. Something was shoving her breasts outward in pulses, causing them to bounce back inward at less of a proper angle each time. Something... growing. Her eyes once again went wide, but she was too breathless from her own feelings to say anything to Cerise. A FIFTH breast grew out from the cleavage of all four of Cerise's existing tits!! It grows in surges, far more rapidly than anything else Cerise has grown, quickly surpassing all four other breasts, causing them to angle outwards from it shoving them aside!
The king ordered her milk supply be halted when they discovered a woman at the far outskirts of the kingdom who had suddenly grown a cow udder! Not only that, but it had grown so large that it immobilized her. Her own breasts had grown as well though not nearly as large- and mutated. As they grew the outward pressure around the breast pulled at her nipples and eventually split them into two! With two nipples per breast, her breasts together also resemble an udder! She worked on a dairy ranch, and the only reason anyone found her to help is because the milk truck driver wandered her ranch wondering why she missed two shipments in a row. Not only is the rapid mammary growth similar to Cerise- the woman is one of the explorers who had been with Cerise when they visited Faelor. The knights immediately fanned out through the kingdom to track down all the explorers who went to Faelor to interrogate them on what they seen... but they had all drank the potion that wiped their memories so that they would not be traumatized by what they seen. Their stories were all the same- whatever it was; is giant, an abomination, and was clearly strong enough to annihilate an entire kingdom and warrant the entire thing be sealed for all time.
The knights were also only able to interrogate the men. Whatever is happening does not seem to have any effect on males whatsoever. ALL of the women who had seen the inside of Faelor however have mutated. One had her belly continuously expand at first looking like she was getting tremendously fat, but then her belly started to look unusually round for being simply fat- it looked like she was being inflated. After several months her belly grew so large and round it deformed her entire body- and stretched it longer than her spine is, so her vertebrae are not even connected properly, they are just sort of free floating. It was only in the last day before the knights came looking for her that her husband realized what was becoming of her- when her belly button popped out to be an outie instead of an innie. The inside flesh of it was oddly dark- almost brown... like a colossal nipple. Her entire body is turning into a giant breast.
Another woman's nipples and areola expanded over time. They got both longer and wider, eventually the areola became so distended from the breast itself that its curvature flattened with the nipple itself- turning them into giant soft cones! At the base the dark teats are as wide as her arms and a bit over a foot in length!! By the time the knights found her, she was already growing two more sets- the set below that only half the size and the set below that only mere discolored, sensitive dots- but only just starting to grow. She did not seem to be growing additional breasts, and her breast size remained relatively the same- just her nipples were growing out of control.
Another woman- a stripper no less- had her breasts engorge with milk, but she tried to resist it unlike Cerise. She refused to milk herself and tried to go on with the show, but she finally exceeded her capacity and exploded milk with enough pressure that the unintentionally sprayed her audience- who did not seem to at all mind. The relief was so pleasurable that it broke something in her mind and body.
Her breasts enlarged still more as time went on and hosing down her audience became part of the show- which attracted a full house every night even after the bar owner kept jacking up the price of admission. Her breasts permanently blushed pink and the veins inside became abnormally giant, projecting even off their surface quite a bit, making her breasts look very veiny. She cannot milk herself normally anymore- instead; trying to milk her increases her pleasure, and when it hits orgasmic her breasts ejaculate the milk! She has to orgasm the milk to get it out! As time went on, she milked herself more and more becoming a complete addict to the pleasure and her clit started to engorge larger and larger in response to the repeated pleasure. By the time the knights found her- her clit has transformed into a DD cup breast- though the skin on its surface quite tight, and neon pink from base to nipple like it had been when it was still a clit... and it still has just as many pleasure receptors as it did as a clit too.
Even with the milk flow cut off- other women slowly started to transform. Medical professionals attempted to diagnose them, trying to locate the contaminant milk in their bodies to remove it and cure them but there was none to be found.
An alchemist shakes his head as he stands up away from the microscope, blinking several times to re-adjust the lens of his eyes to looking at things that are not magnified by several hundred times. "The molecular structure of the milk makes no sense. Parts of it fold in on itself like trying to parse a drawing of an impossible shape... parts of the molecule exist on a higher plane of reality than us- rendering it unperceivable. We do not have the available senses to interact with it entirely." He pointed to a second petri dish. "But the same can be said of this sample- taken from a woman who never drank the milk in the first place. All of her skin and even blood cells have a distortion in them that I can only explain as part of them now being extra-dimensional."
The knight clacked the back of his helmet-clad head against the wall. "So if it isn't the milk, what is it?"
The Alchemist shook his head. "Whatever it is doesn't even exist on this level of reality, and we do not know how the entry point to our level of reality works."
"Which means...?"
"They could all be the same atom."
"...what?"
"The distorted portion might all be the same extra-dimensional atom, folded into our plane of reality at different points simultaneously. We cannot interact with its level of reality because we don't have a sense that can even perceive its existence in the first place. So- there is no cure. We cannot fix the distortion. We can't even interact with it."
The scholar standing off to the side holds up a book momentarily to get their attention. "Someone knew of Faelor. In order to seal it away in the first place, someone had to have known what happened in Faelor. This blight only seems to afflict women- which is still enough to end civilization, since a mutated blob of mammary flesh cannot carry a child. If all women turn into flesh abominations, men alone cannot reproduce- humanity dies off. But the men of the original Faelor survived, spreading out into surrounding kingdoms. Books like this found in Ragas mention Faelor being sealed and that you may never go there, or know of its true fate."
"That Cerise woman was pretty adamant on not telling anyone what happened there too when she returned. If we do not learn from history we are doomed to repeat it! This might not have happened if the witnesses simply told people. So what is actually in Faelor? A giant mountain of breasts?!?"
The scholar cracked a short-lived smile, nodding. "Most likely- a kingdom sized amalgam of breast flesh. I believe Cerise kept it a secret because when men hear 'giant mountain of tits' it will probably make them MORE likely to dig it back up. However I do not believe the same for the survivors of Faelor."
"Then why did they keep quiet?"
"Because that might be what bridges the two planes of reality."
"...what?"
"Thought. We can form a great many things in our thoughts without any of it existing within our reality. If you think about these abominations, or perhaps even know about them with enough detail- you become afflicted. So the surviving male population never told anyone else, because if a woman finds out- she becomes one. "
The knight shook his head. "All of the explorers wiped their memories- they don't know what they saw."
"Their conscious mind does not know. Their dreams- their unconscious mind still tries to ponder- comprehend what it had seen, and the magnitude of what it meant for the people who formerly lived there. The abomination of Faelor is still alive, remember. Which means not only are they stuck as monsters- they live eternally in that state. Cerise did not, and now cannot tell anyone about what she saw there- unfortunately at this point; she doesn't have to. Because she is now a living example."
And so the king with a heavy hand ordered the gathering of all building materials available to the kingdom. To seal it. Women who had not yet changed or mutated at least would plead to be let out, but in order for this to work- none could leave. So the king did not start to actually erect the barrier, just gather the material and wait, while the people of the kingdom watch the women squeal in pleasure and grow fatter, rounder, better endowed with more and bigger breasts, udders, nipples, and teats.
One of her servants went to check on Cerise a few days later. She is completely immobile so there is no need to move her now, and she does not even require food because it pores from her breasts torrentially. Her front is hidden by six breasts each the size of a horse carriage. Four tilted to the sides that were her originals, then the giant boob that grew between them and parted them, then another that grew from her entire groin area. Instead of a nipple, the center of the areola on this final breast houses her pussy- shoving it forward like an offering. Two breasts grew from her upper back muscles, that are the same size as her front breasts- these keep her propped up, because she sure as hell cannot hold herself up in her current state. She sits on two broad breasts about half the size of the others- these used to be her butt cheeks. Two breasts twice as big as the others sit just beyond those- growing from their sides... these were formerly her legs. The breasts grew much rounder than her legs were long, so while there is still probably leg bones in there- they don't actually connect, or function in any way. They just free-float in fat.
Her arms bloated tremendously into breasts as well- her last actions with them were to rub them on everyone and everything she could till they completely lost all mobility. The giga breasts that were her arms and legs have a single areola each- but each areola houses not one giant nipple but five relatively smaller ones. This quintuple of nipples is actually what remains of her digits. Occasionally they twitch inward slightly or wiggle, so it seems she has some minuscule degree of mobility in them. Her torso seems to have distorted under it all as well, growing rounder and softer, though does not in itself resemble a breast. Not yet anyway.
"M-m-ma'am. Are you... well?"
She jerked her body making all her tits wobble around. "Mmmm-aahaha~ ooohhyYYYES. Very, very well!"
Maggy rolled further forward. "I bend her nipples to her mouth so she has plenty to eat anyway. Mmm, and then I drink some too. I probably shouldn't...." She spaced out for a moment. "But, it tastes so good. And it's so easy to get, and there is so much of it..."
Maggy herself sits atop her breasts, spread across the floor under her from her weight on them. Each breast is easily twice as big as the entire rest of her body. Her clit juts out from her pussy like a huge spongy cylinder... having transformed into a giant nipple. It takes considerable effort for her to rock her weight forward around the curve of her breasts to reach Cerise, because she is weighted down in the back by another colossal boob. The third breast grew from her tail bone, making it almost sort of resemble a giant bug abdomen because of where it grows off her body. The male servant also notes that Maggy's right leg looks tremendously swollen... likely transforming into another breast like Cerise's legs have.
The male servant bowed, a bit nervous. "W-well, I just wanted to make sure because I uhm... might be leaving soon. The king is... uh, closing things up for a while. A long, long while."
Both women looked startled, but Cerise wobbled herself forward for a second, momentarily lifting her giant back tits off the bed and flopping the breasts that used to be her arms forward a moment as if to try and reach for him, before she jiggled back into a full resting. "W-wait! I need you to do me a favor!"
"O-oh, very well? What is it, ma'am?"
"Touch meee~"
"Wha- er... okay? How... in what way?"
"I don't care, just... feel me a bit? I need to be squeezed a little... I know it sounds weird."
He gingerly touched the giant breast that was formerly her pubic mound simply because it was the closest for him to reach, rubbing its smooth curved skin. He pat it and she moaned as the ripples rolled through the soft, plush skin to her pussy at the front of it- her clit standing erect out of its hood like a neon pink thorn.
"M-muh-MORE. Please. I am sorry, I juu-huuust... n-n-need."
He shoved his hand into the surface more aggressively, sloshing its mass back and forth against the bed.
"I am sorry this got so weird, aha...hah. But it... it feels so... sooOOOOH-oh g-oooh... so good. Everything. All the time. Even moving... even breathing feels so fucking goooood. I only wish I was... as beautiful as her."
That caused his brow to furrow. "Wh-who? You are the largest, most... abnormally endowed woman in all of Leiro, I assure you."
"Nnnngh-n-no, there is another woman with even better tits. I don't... remember who. Or where. I remember I seen someooOOH-ne even more obscene." She was starting to squirt milk out of all her nipples in response to her even attempting to remember the woman she seen.
As Cerise moaned the servant slowed his rubbing, captivated in a mix of awe and horror as Cerise's face started to look plump! Her hair suddenly started to fall out and then her head actually enlarged! Her skull dissolving away as the barrier of fat around it grew rapidly! Her head got more and more round, pushing into the backs of her ears and eventually fusing! Her forehead and brow lost definition in the expanding curve as it wobbled and jiggled more from the solid portions of its structure suddenly vanishing. She rolled her head up toward the roof, moaning and groaning so much she rendered herself breathless from the sensations. Her scarlet lips inflated even fatter and grew larger! Her hair started to fall out- forced out from the roots by the expanding fat and shifting structure. Her iris turned glowing pink for a moment before her eyelids were forced shut by the fat expanding around them, and then fused together and her eyes regressed out of existence entirely! Her nose was swallowed up and her nostrils vanished as the flesh billowed into the space they used to occupy. Where Cerise's head had been was now yet another breast the size of a large beachball. Except the areola was scarlet- a deeper red than all her other areola- and adorned at the center not with a nipple, but a giant set of impossibly plush lips!
"C-cerise?!"
"Mmmm.... hmmm."
"Can... you still hear me?"
"...mm...hu...mmmmMM- y-yes. S....uuhhh....s-sorry. So hard.... to think, thoughts floaty. Pleasure...throbbing. Pulsing. Undulating. Waves of skin, ripples of faaaaat. Fuck I am a monster- I am so beautiful! So perfect... so wrong..." She let out a sound like a whimper. "Like... her." Again referring to a woman she has no actual recollection of.
Maggy started to giggle like she had suddenly gone braindead, from a pleasant feeling tingling through her body. She rolled forward without realizing and when she did it was too late to stop herself- she rolled too far forward and went straight over her own boobs! Her back slapped between Cerise's left back tit and left arm tit... and fused. Maggy's torso was suddenly pulled in, which folded her lower back boob forward, which also seemed to inherit the lost mass of her torso as it ballooned in size! All three of her breasts started to lactate so violently they rivaled a garden hose! Her arms, shoulders, neck and head remained separate, and she desperately used those arms to rub her tits frantically, moaning in pleasure as she exploded milk!
They were not the only ones. Slowly, without even knowing what they were doing or why- all the transformed women started to wobble their way over to one another, and slowly they joined together, fusing their bodies into a single mass. Some of them kept their heads, some even kept their upper body, but some vanished entirely into the mass- leaving no identifiable features outside. Most of Cerise ended up joining the giant growing cluster of breasts, but the giant breast that was her head only expanded further as if stealing the mass from others that joined them- which sort of made her the centerpiece; the mouth of the monster. Breasts bloated fatter, getting stuck in rooms till they burst the walls and eventually the entire building! Teats and nipples so wide that if they were hollow you'd be able to ride a horse down the middle of it, crossing entire streets. The roads were literally flooded with a foot of milk everywhere in the kingdom. A small lake of milk was starting to form where it all pooled out in the farmland. Udders so big the width of a teat was the height of a shed- the veins on its surface alone as thick as telephone polls.
Buildings burst apart, or were rolled over and crushed by the unimaginable weight of tens of thousands of colossal breasts and udders- mammary flesh of all shapes and sizes and colors. The sky always had a rainbow in it now- from all the milk getting sprayed straight up into the air. Constantly moaning, writhing, trying to brush up against anything. To be touched, rubbed, squeezed, kneaded, nibbled! The entire kingdom was reduced to ruins, filled or crushed by soft, rubbery, bloated flesh.
The servant walked up to Cerise's mouth on the amalgam laying in the center of the capital. He held her hand the best he could. The nipple that had been her index finger was already too large for his hand to fit around, but he grabbed it anyway as the only part small enough to come close to holding. Her plush lips at the fore of the giant breast alone are large enough to swallow three men whole at the same time.
"Well, I am sorry mistress, but I have to go now. You are on your own I am afraid... there is nothing more I can do for you."
There was a gurgle from the breast and he let go of her finger just in time to avoid an eruption of milk from all five nipple-fingers as they inflated in size a fraction of a second before erupting.
"Mmf-ffuuuuuuck~ yesssss. O...okay... I... know. I am okay! F-feels sssso-ooOOHH MILK!" She squirt again. "I mean... boob- I mean...y-you know what I mean." She paused a moment. "I don't know how... but I have been here before."
"W-what?"
She laughed like a lunatic for a moment. "Forget it. Leave, hurry. Before I try to smother you in fat fucking titty kisses, muahaha~"
Even then he was hesitant to leave, but did. She is a strange monster that is equal parts beautiful and grotesque at the same time. Now she is every woman in the entire kingdom- or what has become of them anyway. Yet it is still clearly her inside there. She understands, she still thinks, she still feels- he does not want to abandon her, but there is nothing he can do for her at this point. Her existence is just pure, unending bliss. In this state she cannot even age- she will live forever like the Faelor amalgam is. She knows she is a monster and hates that she changed but loves every moment of it and forever hungers for still more pleasure- and continues to get more, eternally.
She has definitely seen this once before. But could not rid herself of the thoughts and dreams it inspired. The potion wiped her active memory of it- but it still haunted her dreams. It was so horrible, an abomination against nature, something that should not exist. Something that was so soft, and smooth, rubbery and warm, fat and delicious that she could not help but be jealous of. She wanted to hate it, should hate it- tried to teach others to hate it. But she loves it, every moment of it, for the rest of eternity.
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[center]1906 years ago[/center]
Titania emerged in the throne room from a wound in the fabric of reality that knit itself closed as soon as she exited it back into reality from the beyond. She is an unusually tall woman with very long and narrow ears. Her curly platinum blonde hair cascades the entire length of her body and spills across the floor at least a foot behind her. Her back is adorned with a pair of black, metallic cyan, and base magenta wings almost identical to a butterfly's wings. Her attire is nothing more than a sheet of silken cloth loosely tangled around her and pinned in place with a pearlescent seashell's long trailing spine. Her face is so beautiful people go hush in awe when they see her- able to stare into her face for hours without ever growing tired of puzzling over how something so beautiful is even capable of existing. Her eyes appear prismatic- glittering with a million different colors as if they were globes containing miniature universes.
The chancellor dashed up to her, having been leaning against her throne. "Titania! You return. I worry whenever you step out of reality, and you've been leaving for longer periods of time."
She smiled and pat him on the head. "I am well. I have found a way to perfect my beauty... though, it in itself is rather risky."
"B-b-but you are already beautiful?! Unquestionably so! There isn't a soul in all of Faelor who would say otherwise, even in jest!"
"I am, thank you." She let out a musical giggle. "I know it is so- but-" She cupped her C cup breasts. "There are women with far greater endowments than I."
"You'd risk your safety for a pair of... breasts?!"
Titania chewed her lip nervously. "I don't know just how risky it is... but, yea? I know. I know! I am beautiful, I am so close to PERFECT but I am not there yet. I am pretty but not perfect. I know it is SO greedy and stupid, and whatever else you want to call it but I cannot stand to have something SO close to being SO perfect- ESPECIALLY MY OWN BODY- and just leave it like that. I have to make it perfect... I have to."
"And if our queen blinks out of reality, never to return? What do I say to our people then? She died trying to make her bosom larger?"
Titania shrugged with a coy smile. "At least I will leave a beautiful corpse."
He buried his face in a palm. "No wonder Oberon already has grey hairs."
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[center]just a few years ago[/center]
Cerise gasped at the sight before her as the pyromancer's massive flame illuminated her surroundings. She stands in the ruins just outside of a giant white marble palace, held together with seams of gold. Only the front of the palace remains standing; the rest of the palace as well as all of the land behind it to the mountain where the barrier dome connects is a mountain of flesh. Thousands of years dormant, caught between a sweet dream and reality, since their world is perpetually dark in the barrier. Teats the size of guard towers, udders large enough to flatten an entire farm plot, breasts that could lactate a small lake worth of milk in a single day! Where the mammaries fused together in the seams could be seen faces and sometimes parts of bodies- all with blissful expressions, using whatever limbs they still possess to massage their own flesh.
In front of Cerise is a breast so big around that it equals a two floor home in height. It seems like it grew into this state while still inside of the building- because the breast itself is outside the front doors of the palace while the rest of the amalgam is on the other side- so the doorway pins it in place. The pastel pink areola holds not a nipple but a gargantuan pair of perfectly shaped, plump female lips of the same color. In front of the giant breast on the ground is a pearlescent crown made of anodized platinum; each tine on the top of the crown is capped with a diamond star.
Titania spoke up before Cerise could run. "I... I know what this must look like. This isn't wh-aaahhoo...OOOHYES-ss-aahrry, sorry!" A beam of milk arched up through the air from somewhere else on the amalgam, so massive that it cleared the roof of three ruined buildings before splashing to the ground! "It feels so good. S-so ooooh good, all the time. We are okay. I-I know this looks bad. I didn't mean to do anythuh- uugh... anything like this."
Cerise shook her head and started to back away, too afraid of the breast amalgam to even say anything in reply.
Titania hummed in pleasure as her people woke up from the foreign exposure to light, causing their shared body to jiggle, which triggered pleasure which caused them to lactate, which caused even more pleasure. "You wouldn't be-heeh-lieve how good this feels all the time. So perfect...so-OOOH- much bliss. Yours... could be bigger too." She hummed again in pleasure. "And milky ~"
Cerise's heart jumped when she felt her nipples harden against her will. She quickly turned and ran out of there faster than she had ever run in her life, and did not stop running till she was all the way back in Leiro.
Titania and the people of Faelor were once again cast in darkness, and the people started to settle back down into a half-waking half-sleeping state, trapped between sweet dreams and blissful pleasure.
Titania smiled to herself in the dark. "Don't you wish you had fat titties like mine? Come join me, I can... nnnngh, give this to you too ~"
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The past couple of days had been the absolute best of Kyoob's life. Not only did she get to experience the kind of lactic bliss that had been the purview of her wildest fantasies for real, but, just as she had hoped, the enchantment-driven transformation had left some very deep, very curvaceous scars on her figure.
By the time her boss came into her room to demand some explanation as to why she hadn't replied to multiple calls from his office, there wasn't any room left for the door to swing open. Getting the mimic out of there required so much geometric and spatial magic, not to mention the combined power of half a dozen battery gems, that she was informed the costs would be docked from her pay. Of course, at the time, Kyoob was slightly too busy having her room-sized milkers drained into a vat, so she wasn't in the best of places to complain about it. Not that she would; the results of her "little" binge had left her with a bust so large that it made up for any pay cut.
Despite the medical team's best efforts, they couldn't reduce her past a certain point. In fact, Kyoob had to visit the R&D department at least once a day to get milked, or else she might snap free of her bra, which as far as she cared was the absolute best thing about the transformation. Even at her smallest, the mimic had to completely renew her whole wardrobe, because nothing in there even remotely fit her anymore. Left to hang loose, her breasts not only covered most of her front all the way down to the knee, but still managed to protrude several feet in front of her, and have so much spillage on either side of her torso that her silhouette was more tit than anything else… and that's just the way she liked it. It was great being able to flaunt a pair of tits that massive, especially when the only thing she had to cover herself up with in the immediate aftermath was a strip of cloth and a whole lot of prayer; the looks on her coworkers' faces made her day, as did their obvious arousal. It was great to be indisputably on top for once.
Perhaps the best part of it all wasn't even the obvious; while sashaying into a room and pretending not to see how bouncy her chest was being was delightful, it was the casual flexing that really made it delicious. The best experience yet was the day immediately after, when she walked into the cantina during lunch wearing a shirt that left negative amounts of her to the imagination and sat down at the usual table, greeting her friends with an enthusiastic "Hey guys!" before dropping her full weight on the rickety thing in front of her… and promptly breaking it in half from the weight of her breasts alone, giving her a reason to bring a hand to her mouth and excuse herself with absurd amounts of pretend sheepishness.
The rest of the day was filled with such nonsense, until one of her fellow mimics politely asked her to stop swinging those things around so much; she was liable to literally break someone's neck if she wasn't careful, plus most of the people around her were having trouble concentrating on doing their jobs after she made such an… impression on them. Kyoob was well-aware of this; it was the whole reason she was doing it at all, so it was working as planned and intended in her mind. Still, pushing her luck too much might result in her boss taking some active measures to shrink her back down to size, so the mimic reluctantly agreed to keep her teasing down to a minimum going forward… with her coworkers at least.
At no point would Kyoob pass up on the opportunity to strut her stuff with the people trying to get into the compound. She was incredibly lucky that the first person to try and do so after her transformation was one of the regulars: Silva, an old spelunker-turned-dungeon diver and, to date, the only person to have successfully penetrated deep enough into the complex to breach the vault. Nowadays he mostly worked to instruct new members of the Guild on how best to infiltrate large warded fortifications; he showed up every once in a while to test the defences, map as much of the floor plan as he could, and then exchange some pleasantries before leaving. The perfect opportunity to make an entrance, Kyoob thought to herself, which is precisely why she set up a char in front of the main vault door and sat on it, reading that day's newspaper. The moment she heard the man's heavy footsteps she threw the old thing over her head and crossed her hands over her waist… then waited.
She couldn't see the corridor, not with how much she was leaning back. Were her back straight she wouldn't have any problem, but where was the fun in having a pair of milkers that huge if they weren't deliberately made to look even larger than they already were? Besides, the sight of Silva's face when he walked into view on her left side was about as close to priceless as expressions could be; he struggled to say anything, reduced to inelegant spluttering and wide eyes, before finally shrugging, sighing and turning back around, muttering something about not being paid enough.
"And they're all natural too!" Kyoob shouted back at him, hoping he was still close enough to hear, "I had a second puberty, lots of milk in these!"
Absolutely priceless. She was beaming with pride all day long.
Of course, no good thing could exist without her trying to make it even better. If anything, the cow-print's effects on her had only proven that her dreams could come true, and now that she had that confirmation it was hard to let go of her desire to push the line even more and see how far it could go. What's best, she had the ability to do so without having to abuse the enchantments on any other piece of clothing; the secret was in holding back!
She never really stopped producing after her incident with the bra. Her daily visits to R&D downstairs were the only thing keeping her mobile, with the researchers having assured her that, if not for her constant draining, she could very well keep bloating until she was no longer able to move from place to place. And while Kyoob wanted nothing more than for that to be true, she had to be sneaky about it; the mimic couldn't just forgo her milkings, that would attract attention! A stealthier approach was needed, and she had just the idea: reduce the number of daily "sessions" to just one.
While that was the minimum established by her boss, in practice she had the decency to visit the draining vats at least two or three times, but after a few weeks of running around at her new size, Kyoob felt confident enough that people had acclimatized that she could push her luck somewhat. After a long talk with the technicians downstairs, she convinced them to reduce the number of daily milkings to just one, to take place just after her shift; nominally, this was to get rid of all the "excess weight" that had built up before she went to her bedroom or wherever else for the night, but in reality it allowed her to produce and store milk inside of her for a full twenty-four hour cycle. What effect this would have on her she didn't know, but hoped it'd be something good!
And, much to her wonderment and glee, that's exactly what happened. It took a while before the effects were made visible to her, even if the mimic took to measuring her bustline every day just after she was done emptying herself, but after a week or so of stretching her capacity to the limit, sometimes going so far as to nearly have her tits graze against the floor, the result were obvious: she was growing. Or rather, her tits were being forced to carry so much cream around that they began to "stretch out" to accommodate it all, ending with her bustline steadily becoming that much larger every day. It got to the point where even the techies noticed it, after which they insisted on increasing the number of visits back to what they used to be, but the damage was done; even going downstairs thrice a day didn't get rid of the fact she'd grown several more cup sizes, enough for her breasts' "empty" curvature to hang beneath her waist even when they were pushed up as far as they could go. Which was an achievement, considering how taut all of her bras were; her mounds were practically perfectly spherical from how hard they were stuffed into those!
That wasn't the only weapon in her arsenal, however, though it was certainly the only one with any backing in reality or empirical data. Her next move was as potentially dangerous as it was certifiably stupid, not to mention it barely qualified as more than grasping at straws.
Her milking sessions were performed in one of the many, many underground sections of the complex, more specifically in an area where the chemical vats were kept. Most of those were sealed and filled with a variety of useful compounds that were drained and used as needed, but a few were kept empty just in case they were needed for anything; in Kyoob's case, the staff had to magic up a milking machine that could both fit on her enormous breasts and drain them without causing too much of a mess, and under orders from their boss kept the resulting fluids in storage. No one knew what to do with it; it was just… there. And being there it was ripe for a little bit of unfortunate bureaucratic miscalculations; they weren't short a bottle or two, they just didn't write it down properly! Meanwhile, the mimic made off with her own milk at the end of every draining, storing it inside her expansive cleavage and pretending that the clinking everyone heard was just in their heads. With the amount of visits to the vats increasing, so too did the number of bottles she kept in the fridge in her room, until eventually she had to start getting rid of them to make room for more… which was her whole idea in the first place; stockpiling it was more of an unfortunate side effect of her wanting to binge rather than taking it slowly.
Kyoob had wanted to fill that thing up and then practically drown herself in her own cream, but as the days went on and she kept adding more and more bottles it quickly became clear that no amount of milk would ever satisfy the ravenous beast inside of her. As soon as she understood that it became surprisingly easy to take another logical step, this time in a completely different direction: she already had quite a lot of fun slowly stretching the limits before she was called out on it, so why not do so again? Assuming that drinking from her own supply did to her body what she hoped it would, then why not try for something a bit more long-term? Besides, it gave her an even better alibi if she only nicked one bottle a day rather than several; less suspicion was raised and it made the vintage that much more special.
The night she came to this conclusion was the first one she savoured her own milk. As it was expected it carried a slight hint of strawberry to it, though not enough to be immediately noticeable; it went down easily and left its aftertaste, simultaneously making her long for more right after being done with the first gulp. It was so slippery that she barely noticed how quickly the contents vanished into her, leaving her stomach grumbling for more and her breasts feeling dreadfully empty… but self-control was paramount; she needed a baseline to compare herself to, lest things go completely out of hand before she knew exactly how to make them worse!
That night, oddly enough, was one spent in absolute peace and quiet. Ever since her initial growth spurt the mimic had constant trouble falling asleep thanks to the immense weights slung out in front of her, and more often than not took a good hour or so before her brain finally shut itself down. After gorging on her own cream, however, all of her body was permeated by this supernaturally warm feeling of comfort, like her whole form was being cradled in the softest of blankets and whisked away to some heavenly realm; she fell asleep almost instantly after closing her eyes, the dreamless night going by in an instant and yet leaving her more refreshed and restored than any other rest ever had in her life.
For about ten seconds. Then she noticed what happened to her.
After she was done growing out into her "second stage", as she called it, Kyoob had had time to monitor and gauge how much she grew and what her productivity was like. She never quite got to experience the sight of her bosom almost reaching the ground after the technicians caught on to her deception, but even with three straight visits to the milking vats a day she was still able to grow to quite respectable sizes, often reaching her knees and blocking her view in front just before they were made to empty out. Kyoob often joked that she could be looking literally anywhere when talking with someone in that state and they wouldn't be able to tell; indeed, on several occasions even the mimic herself failed to account for someone using a reflection to see how she wasn't paying the slightest amount of attention to whatever conversation she was embroiled in. All in all, a very good size, respectable even.
It was nothing compared to what she was like just after waking up.
She'd been bigger, sure; the cow-print bra did a number on her that had yet to be repeated, but that? That was a very close second. Even while lying down, unmoving, Kyoob could hear the currents of milk inside of her sloshing about, the sheer amount of it enough to leave her feeling stuffed and nearly uncomfortably hot. Those things completely covered her bed and were very obviously full to bursting, enough that the mimic had to call maintenance to ask to be transported from her bedroom directly to the laboratories, coming up with some random nonsense excuse about a sudden burst of productivity derived from a wet dream; it was better than admitting the truth, honestly.
Once down there, the morning shift workers were quick to bring the biggest pump they had over to her, latching the suction cups onto her head-sized teats and turning the machine on. As per usual, the rhythmic pulsating of the tubes and continuous thrumming of the gears made for a wonderful massage, and though Kyoob was still worried about the effects her milk had, she could afford to relax… again, for about five minutes, before something else happened that threw everyone for a loop.
Productive as she might be, the mimic still had limits to how much milk she could store in herself; hook her up to a milking machine and let it go on for about fifteen minutes and she'd be empty and ready to fill up again. The number had been steadily rising, of course; used to be that it only took five, but after Kyoob had her wonderful idea of reducing herself to a milking a day, things stopped being so simple. That morning, however, marked a paradigm shift of proportions as large as her bust's, because no matter what anyone did or what anyone tried, she wasn't getting any smaller.
She was still getting milked, that much was obvious from the flow of light-pink fluid being extracted from her tits, but while she wasn't growing any larger she wasn't shrinking either. Preliminary testing revealed that this was not the result of a sudden spurt in size; turning the machines off and letting her produce didn't lead to any explosion in mass, but rather her usual, slow-paced growth. Turn the milkers back on though, and nothing really happened to her size, apart from stabilizing back at what it had been right after she woke up.
No one wanted to say it, mostly because whoever did had to write it down and then go report it to their boss, and no one wanted to be the poor bastard who had to tell the man his most prized worker had gone off the deep end again and reached a new size goal far beyond what could even be considered unreasonable. But while they argued amongst themselves over who should be the one to be the bearer of milky news, Kyoob was off in her own little world, adrift in a sea of content from which she hoped never to return from.
Her arms were spread wide, sunken into her breasts with her soft flesh bulging over them. She could feel her heartbeat coursing through her, pulsating through the endless oceans of milk built up inside of her. She could feel the machines attempting to drain her, to empty her, only to come up short. And above all, she could feel the sheer size, the enormity of what her breasts had become. Above all, the mimic could feel what she would become right after the bureaucracy decided what to do with her.
After all, this has been the result of just one bottle. She had a fridge in her bedroom filled with dozens of them, all of which were there and ready for her take at her leisure.
One was never going to be enough.
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And to think it started off so simple.
Her first day at work went exactly as predicted, with her being bumped out of the way of just about everyone and needing to grab her stuff off the floor so many times that it stopped being funny and went straight to depressing. Her attempts at socializing over lunch went terribly, she was saddled with extra work, and at the end, not even a single thank you. Until the next day, that is; Mira was quite surprised to find a small note on her desk upon returning to work, signed by her manager and addressed specifically to "the cute 'bold in Office Seven". It was enough to get her all blushy, and for her skin to feel remarkably tingly.
At no point did the tiny kobold bother to tell anyone what was so special about her or the way she worked, seeing as at no point did she think that job would ever last her more than just a few months until she got something different. Even when she was promoted to working full time at her position, Mira didn't think it was that important to share; a selection of looser clothes and it would all go by without anyone noticing a thing, ready for it all to shrink once she found something better to do elsewhere. It wouldn't be until a full year elapsed that the 'bold started to think she might need to do something about her… "condition", if only because everyone was so damn nice to her that leaving didn't feel like that great of an idea anymore.
Mira had a problem with authority. Quite literally, as her body was very fond of taking stock of it and changing itself to match the kobold's standing in relation to where she usually hung out. In practice, this meant she grew from a tiny little three-foot mini-lizard into an increasingly draconic amazon the more she was allowed to accrue influence in her friend or work circle, hence why she made a point never to stick to one job for more than half a year at a time. It was costly, annoying and it broke off a lot of very good friendships over the years, but it was the only way the 'bold knew to not lose herself. Her mind was always so beset by strange thoughts and desires whenever she allowed her limits to be stretched that she hated the thought of letting herself go; what if she lost herself? What if there was no Mira in the end, just someone else who happened to marginally look like her?
Concerns that wracked her brain at many hours of the day, except for the ones she was expected to work in. The kobold was, if nothing else, incredibly diligent, making sure to finish her tasks before having her customary existential breakdowns or heading out for coffee. This not only ensured she had plenty of free time to pretend to work in, but it also cast a spotlight on her performance, one she was blissfully unaware of. The company was always on the lookout for people like her, so by the time Mira started thinking about slowly backing away from her position, she was being swamped with extra work that, unfortunately, the 'bold didn't know how to say no to.
Thus, it was a year later, and she was in the middle of a circle of her coworkers all participating in the age-old tradition of buying someone a cheap gift to commemorate a full fiscal year of them working for the exact same corporate entity. It was alleviated somewhat by them being genuine friends with the kobold; despite planning on leaving, Mira always made sure to be as friendly with everyone as possible, so given her unfortunately extended stay, it wasn't all that unsurprising that the managers had to ask people to go back to work after finding most of their department completely empty.
By that point, little Mira wasn't so little anymore. The changes came slowly, but they still came, and the kobold already had to deal with the fact that her clothes just weren't what they used to be. She hadn't been given any official promotion, but since in practice her input was sought after far more frequently than anyone else's, plus the fact that her coworkers often relied on her to work around the system in safe ways, it was normal for her body to adjust accordingly. She was now about four feet tall, and although her bust was still as barren as ever, there was a noticeable curve to her bottom, one that made any jeans she put on look delightfully filled out. She saw the looks; she welcomed them.
Not in the front of the boss though, the lawyers might get antsy, even if it was all in good fun.
The worst was yet to come though. Later in that same day she was called into her manager's office; thinking that it would be related to her contract renegotiation, the 'bold was getting ready to declare she wanted to leave the company and would thus be putting in her month's advance notice. Instead, she was asked to sit down and told, in no uncertain terms, that the company in general, and the accounting department in particular, found her workplace ethic, efficiency and overall attitude to be three colossal boons that they wanted to take advantage of. To that end, she was offered a promotion to a more senior role, in preparation for a future appointment to head her department herself.
Mira was dumbstruck by the proposition, in no small part due to her making it quite clear after a while that she intended to leave. Perhaps that's why her manager put it the way she did; everyone knew the kobold couldn't say no when told her help was needed. It was a cheap move, but one that Mira was going to fall for regardless; with a curt nod a few choice words, she accepted the proposal and immediately turned to leave, noting that she had a few things to do and would be in her office if anyone needed her.
The changes began to take place almost immediately after she closed the door behind her. Even in the short walk to her workspace Mira could tell that her clothes were about to burst, and it would only take a few seconds more for the first rips to show themselves. Anyone close to the entrance could hear the fabric tearing as the 'bold's body was reshaped to better fit in with her new position of actual, legitimized authority, leaving Mira with very little time to act. She'd been carrying something special for emergencies ever since her supposed "goodbye date" went by, just in case anything like that took place. It wasn't enough to make her decent if anyone happened to look for more than five seconds, but it would have to do.
Poor thing didn't even need to undress, as her body took care of that problem for her; their soft thighflesh bulged out from the many holes in her pants, belt collapsing under the strain of her thighs and ass. Her shirt rode her up chest as her bosom filled out, cup size after cup size added to her breasts; at least it wasn't button-up, allowing it to move up and up and always up, until underboob began to show. By the time her transformation was complete, her bottom half was completely nude (apart from a few tattered shreds still clinging to her scales), while her top… might as well be. Not a lot being hidden when about half of her tits were on full display for anyone to see, the faintest hint of a nipple visible just above the exposed areolae.
Mira took a few moments to collect herself, right before breaking into a cold sweat and biting her tongue to stop herself from screaming. She'd never been that large before… but at least now she knew her old self was still in there. The kobold didn't feel nearly as embarrassed as she should be, the good old draconic blood beginning to interfere in her thought processes, but she still saw the whole growth spurt as more of an inconvenience than anything else; how was she supposed to go home now?! The emergency clothes wouldn't be able to cover… that!
She sighed. In her bag was a smaller, cloth one where she kept a very large jumpsuit, neatly wrapped up and ready to be deployed at any moment. It was incredibly form-fitting and left even less to the imagination than if she just went completely naked, but it was enough to save her from an indictment for public indecency… at least until the next time someone decided to promote her. It was certainly a surprise for her coworkers when they saw her leave the office a full hour later, looking completely different and wearing some kind of bright red skinsuit. Almost as red as her cheeks.
Adaptation was, at the very least, somewhat easy; everyone took nicely to her new body, and only a few bothered to bring up the fact that she was even different at all, though the new looks were hard to ignore at times. At least when she was smaller she knew that whenever anyone paid attention to her it was for some practical reason, be it her advice or her ability to get things done quickly and properly. Now though? Mira couldn't shake the feeling that many of the "problems" she had to deal with on a daily basis were perfectly within her now-subordinates' capacity to resolve, and she was only ever called so she could be ogled and watched from a distance. And while normally that would make the kobold extremely antsy and uncomfortable, whatever strange force led to her transformation had given her a new perspective as well.
All of this was happening because of her. She earned it, through her hard work, dedication and complete disregard for proper sleep schedules. And maybe it was the new position finally sinking in, or perhaps her draconic nature asserting itself, but whenever she caught anyone staring, her first instinct was to make it patently clear who was in charge, be it through violating personal spaces or leaning in perhaps a bit too deeply for the kind of clothes she now wore. It was a travesty of workplace regulations and bound to get someone fired (or worse), but this was her turf now, and being in charge gave her a certain few perks that others didn't have access to. Besides, if her body was as irresistible as everyone assumed it was, it'd be a crying shame not to put it to good use, even if it did make the rest of the senior staff incredibly nervous about potential lawsuits.
There was nothing to worry about, though. Mira knew just where her attention should be directed at, and even if she took a certain perverse enjoyment in how much she made her coworkers squirm whenever she walked into a room, the 'bold always prioritized doing her actual job, to the point where a few more "daring" accountants were helpfully reminded of what their own tasks were after trying to get a bit too close for comfort; usually a slap to the back of the head was enough.
Her dominion over the accounting department was such that barely another year went by before she was called up to her boss' office, this time being outright told what to expect. By that point, her body had become engorged with its own importance, with the kobold needing to custom-order her clothing just to have any at all. From her curvaceous, motherly hips to a rear so soft that it jiggled like gelatin whenever she stepped into anywhere, to a bosom that begged to have a head, any head, be smothered into it as it swung freely from side to side, Mira owned whatever room she was in; hell, even when trying to remain professional inside the office of the person who signed her paychecks, it was very clear that both her boss and their assistants were having a hard time focusing whenever their eyes looked in her general direction. Perhaps it was the choice of attire, which not only hugged her form to an indecent degree but also revealed a lot more skin that it should, or maybe it was how her back being straight further exaggerated her plump bust.
Or maybe it was her eyes, predatory as always.
The promotion being offered was quite appetizing as well, placing her in charge of the accounting department as its new head, while the previous one would be moved up the ladder to somewhere they could be more useful. In practice, very little would change considering she was already de facto in charge of that cluster of offices, but that wasn't the point; the point was giving her the title and officializing what was already assumed to be true, something that would give her what Mira really wanted. Both her and her boss looked at one another for an uncomfortably long amount of time, knowing as they did what was about to happen, before the 'bold nodded and outstretched her hand. The other one took their sweet time to accept, and did so shakily enough to draw a grin from the 'bold, but did eventually retribute the gesture.
He shouldn't have.
The growth spurt was immediate and even more pronounced than the one not a year before, with the dracobold's clothing beginning to tear practically instantly after the proposal was agreed upon. Her body was aching for something like that, and had been for months; to feel the true rush of authority and power, to be recognized and placed in its proper spot in the hierarchy. It yearned to free itself from its bounds, so much so that even the chair began to groan underneath the strain of holding onto her weight. Mira's ass began to fatten, cracking the wooden seat and buckling its legs until she was forced to get up before it collapsed completely, leaning onto the table and putting herself in the best position to show off as her tits flew through several cup sizes in mere seconds, each as big, then larger than her head, putting overinflated basketballs to shame and yet still going regardless. They were freed from their confines almost instantly, free to swing and bounce as she rocked her body back and forth, her frame swelling upwards and outwards, looming over three other people in the room. Soon, there would be no table at all, as her new weight, combined with her putting all of it onto the flimsy wooden thing, cracked it in half, sending all of its contents flying in every direction and Mira herself careening towards the ground.
Still, it was easy enough to get up afterwards, even if her head was bumping against the ceiling whenever she wasn't paying attention. She cleared her throat and thanked her boss, then turned around and gave them a full view of her doorframe-wide rear, the same one she used to hip-check her way through the entrance to the office, showering the outside with broken bits of glass and wood. Her body was a sculpted masterpiece, one for all to see, and Mira made damn sure that everyone who now worked for her got a good look when she strolled through the accounting department five minutes later.
The next few months were a trip, going by so quickly that even the draconic amazon couldn't tell just what was happening anymore. Her life had effectively turned into a series of bureaucratic meetings that seemed to never end, and yet they all blurred so easily into one another that she'd wake up on a Monday and only notice going to bed on a Thursday. It was a constant game for her, a hidden battleground of backroom politics and favour-trading… and one she was exceedingly good at.
No one noticed when she began to weave her web, putting on her cutest face and playing the part of the naive newcomer. It was so easy to dismiss her as just that, being someone who was never entrusted with that level of responsibility before, so easy to think that her moves were just her being the same-old helpful self, so easy to simply ignore what was happening right in front of their faces. Before anyone knew it, everyone in the Board of Directors owed her a favour or two, sometimes even more, despite her never setting foot in any of their meetings at all, thus making it quite a surprise when she began to cash them in. A little bit of a nudge here, a whispered hint there, and a very fortunately timely opening in another company later, their CEO was on their way out to a "better" opportunity to make millions, leaving the seat empty for one person, and one person alone to take.
The ground rumbled and quaked with each step, the building failing to hold itself together as the draconic giantess made her way to her newest office. The ceiling was getting scraped by her razor-sharp horns, the floor scratched by their colossal claws. Every eye was drawn to some part of her, be it the ass wider than the double door downstairs, the chest-obscuring bosom or perhaps the thighs that were powerful enough to knock down a whole wall if Mira wasn't careful. She didn't even bother using the meagre door, instead bringing down a large chunk of that floor with her before "sitting" on a chair that disintegrated underneath her weight. She was no longer a kobold, but something more, something better. She was a true dragon, and her hoard had just begun to fill. She even had servants, imagine that; everyone on the payroll seemed so eager to please her…
… perhaps it was time for a merger.
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In any other context, Volt might have stopped the argument long before it had the chance to
grow to the state that it was at, but given that he felt at least partially responsible for what was
going on, he couldn't bring himself to get a word in.
Spyra and Cynder had been arguing for hours at that point, occasionally breaking off from
their confrontation to pace around the house, attempting to gather their thoughts and cool
down… only for their temper to rise as quickly as the temperature in the house did whenever fire
was thrown around, forcing Volt to get up and physically separate the two, at least for another
fifteen minutes. There wasn't much more he could do, seeing as they all knew he'd have to get
involved in the actual arguing at some point, and thus the dragon was just trying to stave off the
inevitable.
The two dragonesses, contrary to what one might expect, weren't fighting for dominance in
regards to their own size, but rather who would "get" the dragon sitting sheepishly in the living
room. They both seemed to have forgotten who was nominally in charge of the household, or at
least who was meant to be the one in charge, because he had become nothing if not an object for
them to try and steal from one another. It was becoming genuinely distressing with how angry
and vitriolic they were getting, until eventually Volt had to step in and do something about it, lest
the both of them end up destroying the wallpaper with how much they were using it for stress
relief.
Sadly, neither Cynder nor Spyra were at all interested in having a reasonable, rational
discussion on the merits of an open relationship, and in fact glared at him so hard that Volt feared
for his life the moment he dared to bring that topic up. Unfortunately, he couldn't really see
another way out of there that didn't involve seriously hurting either one or all of them; picking
one of the dragonesses over the other meant breaking one heart, while refusing to get together
with anyone at all would leave everyone miserable. Volt didn't exactly like being pushed into a
"lesser of two evils" situation, but now that he was there, he had to find a way out as quickly as
he could.
Dinnertime was approaching and they all knew the table would be left empty, Spyra grabbing
something from the fridge to eat in the office while Cynder heated up some leftovers and decided
to use the living room. Both of them were making such a mess of the whole place that Volt was
honestly confused as to why they didn't just shrink themselves even more than they had; hell,
Cynder decided to make herself even bigger than usual just to make a point, and the dragon was
left wondering if the whole thing wasn't really a growth-measuring contest in disguise, with
himself being a convenient excuse for the two giantesses to face off against one another.
Cynder, meanwhile, was sitting in a corner and using her lap-covering breasts as a table of
sorts, her scales durable enough that the hot plate didn't really bother her too much. Her scowl
was so heavy-set that it was practically a permanent fixture on her face, even though Volt's joke
about it being "stuck" that way wasn't that well-received; humour in general was not welcome in
the house that day, something he was incredibly irritated by. Both of the dragonesses seemed
intent on making a bad situation worse by way of simply refusing to lighten the mood, and as
much as he tried to divert their attention away from himself, he hadn't had any luck.
Thus, a change of pace was needed.
He approached Cynder, careful enough not to disturb her by taking too many steps at once. A
slow process, and one that almost failed multiple times, but he eventually managed to scooch up
against her, feeling incredibly tiny compared to just one of her legs. The dragoness, meanwhile,
had finished up her meal and resolved to have some fun for herself, unceremoniously grabbing
the dragon with a single hand and stuffing him underneath her bust; Volt had been turned into a
teddy bear-slash-stress relief toy and there wasn't a lot he could do about it… just stay there and
hope she didn't squeeze too hard, even while Cynder's eyes were fixed forward and her attention
was going anywhere but towards the male she had conveniently stashed away underneath her
bosom.
Thinking that there wouldn't be a better opportunity than the one that just presented itself,
Volt asked how Cynder was feeling, receiving nothing but a scoff and a sigh in return. Never
having been good at words, he blurted out the first thing he thought of: loudly wondering what
the dragoness even saw in him.
It was a dumb question, because he could see what the answer was. After Spyra and then
Cynder decided to have a go at him with such immense sizes, he had grown quite a bit compared
to his usual size; while the dragon's cock remained unchanged, his balls certainly didn't, having
become large enough that he had some difficulty moving around without a lot of unnecessary
dragging and heaving. It didn't bother him too much, there was enough strength left in him to be
able to move around; but the simple act of going up and down stairs, or fitting anywhere tighter
than a door frame, had become such a complicated mess of fluid engineering and spatial
awareness that he was starting to regret having gone as wild as he had.
But that wasn't the main point; surely there was more to Cynder's attraction to him than the
carnal aspect of their relationship, or else the arguments with Spyra wouldn't have gotten as
heated as they had. The dragoness took a while to think up an adequate answer, and when she
spoke up again her tone was not one filled with irritation and on the verge of exploding, but
instead carried a hint of defeat and resignation, very much unlike the giantess' usual demeanour.
"Back when I was still… you know…" her voice trailed off, the dragoness still unable to
speak about her previous 'employment', as she put it, without wanting to change the subject, "I
was used to being seen as the… the bad guy, you know? That was who I was, who I was meant
to be, and that was fine. Even after I was freed from it all, I still had to fight with people just for
them to accept that maybe I wasn't such a dick after all. But not you" - she looked down, only to
realize they couldn't actually see Volt, hastily squishing him onto the top of her bosom, what
with her breasts being large enough to keep the dragon safely stored away between them - "of
everyone I knew, you were one of the few people that actually gave a damn. Who actually
thought that maybe I was worth your time and not just another asshole to be given basic courtesy
and then told to be on their way."
Those were a lot more words than he normally got out of her. For a second, Volt thought that
Cynder might start crying, a hint of panic rising up inside of him when he remembered he was
terrible at dealing with emotionally heavy situations. Thankfully, she bit back whatever tears
there were welling up, carrying on like she hadn't almost begun bawling her eyes out.
"And I have to thank you for that, you know? You gave me the time of day and tried to tell
people I should be given a second chance. I'm not gonna say it's been all peaches and roses, but
it's a lot better than it would've been if you hadn't gone out of your way to get others to believe
they could trust me. It's hard, it really is, and some days I still feel like shit and don't want to get
up from bed, but… I have you, Volt. And I can't just ignore that."
She smiled. A lot more words were behind that simple gesture, but none needed to be said as
far as Volt cared; all that was needed was an embrace and some warm silence, whereby the two
of them could enjoy one another's company. It was a reassurance that, whatever came to pass,
they would never part ways, even if Volt decided to pick Spyra over her… which was a whole
other problem in and of itself.
Disentangling himself from the giant dragoness was difficult, especially since she knew what
he was about to do, but Cynder did eventually relinquish her grip and allow the dragon to slip
onto the ground, right after he promised to be back. Volt would find Spyra in their shared office,
still poking at her plate, the collar shining brightly as her mind idly attempted to break through
the barriers imposed by it. Even in her diminished state she was still far larger than normal,
though not quite as big as her main rival was; enough for her enormous rear to spill out of her
chair, at least, after having irreparably bent the arm rests out of shape.
Once again, Volt had to be extremely careful when tip-toeing next to the dragoness, though
this one didn't bother to grab him. No, all Spyra needed to do was spin the chair around, the poor
mechanisms groaning loudly when they had to deal with all of that weight shifting around, for
the dragon to know that he was supposed to sit on that soft lap of hers. He wasn't going to
complain; after her transformation, Spyra's scales had become so impossibly soft that not taking
advantage of it felt like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity, and so the two had a repeat of
many a sleepless nights where they'd just… appreciate one another's presence. It was at that
point that Volt understood that picking one dragoness over the other would be a disservice to
everyone involved; to deny them the opportunity to feel so comfortable and loved was downright
unthinkable.
It was getting to a resolution that was proving to be difficult.
"You know exactly what it is," Spyra replied after the dragon asked her the same question he
did of Cynder, "we've been together for how long now? Ten years, twelve? You were around the
whole time, ready to help if I needed you to, always there and never once complaining about it.
You could've left so many times, could have just… I dunno, decided that I wasn't worth your
time or that I got into too much trouble or a whole bunch of stuff, but you didn't. You stuck there
by my side, whether or not you ended up caught in the crossfire… even when you got caught in it
more often than not."
Spyra sighed, probably recalling the many instances where she feared Volt would abandon
her after their latest dip into danger.
"It wasn't easy seeing you have eyes for Cynder alone," she carried on, running off a notion
that Volt was relieved he didn't have to disabuse her of, "and it wasn't easy knowing that it was
because I was a beanpole compared to her. But even with her around, you never left me. Hell,
you went out of your way to find us this house just so we could settle down and I didn't have to
constantly be running around between friends' places hoping they'd have a room or a couch for
me to crash on. I can still go on adventures because of you, Volt; the whole mountain thing is
proof positive of that."
Another smile, another warm, comfortable period of silence in which no words were traded.
"I owe you so much that I can't even begin to list it all. Of course I like you, Volt, of course I
want to fight to keep you around. I honestly couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like
to live without you in my life. It'd be the most boring thing ever!"
One of the greatest compliments she could've paid him, and a sign that he could try and
move their conflict past its current point and towards a resolution. Still took a bit before he
convinced Spyra to follow him back into the living room, but Volt would come back into
Cynder's field of view wearing a stupidly wide grin and dragging a very embarrassed-looking
Spyra with him by the hand.
Before the other dragoness could complain about anything, Volt spoke up, making sure to be
loud enough to overcome Cynder's protestations when she still insisted on trying to interrupt
him. He went on a long, rambling speech about how important the both of them were to him,
how he understood why they liked him and wanted him around, and, most importantly, how he
couldn't bear to have either of them go away and not be a part of his life anymore. He made sure
to let them know he was incredibly disappointed in their inability to act their own age, to say
nothing of the damage done to the wallpaper, and once he was more than certain that he had
broken their spirit just enough that he could put a bandaid on it, that's when he moved in for the
kill.
Truth be told, Volt was utterly terrible at any kind of "wishy-washy" stuff like that, even if he
knew how to press people's buttons hard enough to get a reaction. Most of his expertise was
firmly in the realm of carnal delights, and he knew that if there was anything he could use to
bring those two dragonesses together, it was their mutual love for him, in all of its forms. To that
end, he craned his neck to give Spyra a kiss on the lips, before stepping aside and doing the same
to Cynder, having to climb onto her pudgy belly and brave her breasts just to get to her head.
Once both of the giantesses were suitably blushing and somewhat primed for more, Volt ordered
them both into their room.
He was going to "fix" everything.
Knowing what was to happen, both dragonesses scrambled to be the first one over, with the
dragon needing to tell Cynder to wait until the corridor was empty before following Spyra to
their destination; the last thing they needed was for the both of them to get stuck somewhere
where they might bring down some walls, because he was not going to pay for repairs on that
scale. Though clearly annoyed, the dragoness saw some sense in his words, and thus waited
patiently for the sounds of their massive bed complaining about Spyra's weight being thrown on
it before making the trip over there herself. Volt, meanwhile, was openly licking his lips at the
prospect of getting to play around with the both of them like that; things had gone a lot better
than expected!
In the bedroom, he was the king, and as such, he retained the right to be the one meant to be
pampered and tended to in whatever way he felt like. It was easier said than done, considering
who exactly it was he had on top of him, but seeing as he finally had a reason to let his shaft
loose and then grow it out to its "full" size, what would have been a hard task of wrangling two
giantesses turned into something as simple as letting that colossal member twitch a couple of
times, leading to both Cynder and Spyra's eyes glazing over when staring at it.
All Volt had to do was snap his fingers and point at his cock, and both dragonesses knew
exactly what they had to do. Even with that manhood being as massive as it was, it still wasn't
big enough for the two of them to service at the same time, thus making it a sharing exercise… at
least in the dragon's mind. He might be terrible with emotional discussions, but when it came to
teaching cooperation through the wonderful power of fucking someone senseless, there were
very few people in the world better at it than he was. The dragon watched with a smile as his two
lovers flipped a coin to see who would go first, with Cynder fist-pumping victoriously after it
landed tails; of course, Spyra wasn't going to sit there and do nothing, and before Volt could feel
the bigger of the two wrap her tits around his cock, he had his face completely buried by the
"smaller" one's bosom, right before it was dragged off and Spyra gave him a huge, sloppy kiss.
It was delivered so enthusiastically, and with so much tongue in there as well, that anyone
looking in from the outside would see Volt's throat start to bulge out and wriggle about, with the
dragon himself gagging and gasping for breath after feeling his lover rearrange the inside of his
mouth like it was absolutely nothing. It made for a wonderful distraction from what he was
feeling on the other side of his body, what with Cynder's gigantic tits pressing heavily against his
rod and giving it… well, the objectively third best boobjob he had ever received, right after the
mountain-bursting one with Spyra and the other dragoness' own experiments with macro-level
growth. That said, it was still beyond his ability to express just how amazing it felt; even more so
when Cynder decided that her mouth needed something to do as well, and with Volt's tip right
there and already bubbling with pre, well, it was easy to do the math.
The dragon, meanwhile, was having a hard time not making himself even larger than he
already was; the ceiling was becoming cramped, what with Cynder and Volt's shaft being tall
enough to scrape it, but there was always that one nagging voice inside of his head that refused
to let go of him. It would encourage the dragon to grow even more, to test his limits, to ignore
the consequences and let himself loose. Didn't really matter to that voice that doing so would
destroy their home, all it wanted was to see the pair of dragonesses reach heights that could only
ever be dreamed about before, while he alone reaped the benefits of having both of them be so
infatuated with him that they'd do just about anything to satisfy him.
That wouldn't be possible, though; not only did he not have the money to buy a new house,
but the three of them already got into enough trouble as it was; the last thing they needed was to
destroy the whole town after coming so close to doing so with Cynder. So, with some effort, Volt
kept his enthusiasm in check… even if each of the two giantesses' actions made it oh-so-difficult
to do so. Barely took two minutes before the larger of the pair was using gravity to its fullest
extent, pushing herself up before crashing down into the bed and seriously straining the springs'
ability to keep up against such an onslaught. Her hands, as well, made sure to squish her
immense mammaries against Volt's shaft until he felt like he was being held in a vice, unable to
even grow it at all from how pressured it was being from all sides. All the while her own tongue
was finding a much better place to wriggle into than the dragon's mouth, leaving Volt unable to
really do much of anything when he felt the flow of cum be blocked off by the dragoness'
wandering, surprisingly-long muscle, finding its way into and down his cock before
relinquishing its hold and allowing dozens of gallons of the smaller one's seed directly into her
throat. How exactly she managed to do this while maintaining the titfuck was really anyone's
guess, but Volt could only imagine that some dark magic was involved in it. Probably.
With Spyra firmly stuck on top of him, she had somehow found enough room to completely
cover his torso with her own breasts, making sure not to give him a single second to breathe as
she practically violated his face with how eager and enthusiastic her kissing was. Unbelievably, it
felt even lewder than whatever Cynder was doing; getting a boobjob of that caliber would be
easy, but a kiss involving that much saliva and going that far down his own throat wasn't
something he got to experience every day, succeeding in breaking through the dragon's mental
defences and making him whimper and whine like a needy little slut.
For about five minutes. Then he remembered who exactly was meant to be in charge in there.
Unable to really move underneath so much dragoness stuck on top of him, it fell to his voice
to do something about it, and while he was happily ignored the first dozen or so times he tried to
put an end to it all, he would finally get what he wanted... after Cynder flopped backwards, her
stomach so full and bloated with Volt's cum that the ensuing crash attracted Spyra's attraction,
who took the opportunity to playfully jab at the other giantess for how fat she was looking, a
comment paid back in kind once Cynder "reminded" her rival of what was stuffing her so hard.
Sensing another period of hostility coming around, Volt cleared his throat, simultaneously
feeling a whole bunch of Spyra's own juices flowing down it, before loudly declaring that the
"real fun" was about to begin. Without wasting time, he rolled off the bed, being very careful not
to slap any of the two dragonesses with his rod, before ordering the smaller one to lie back on it
and spread her legs. The command was crude and the intended result even more so, but Spyra
wasn't about to let such a magnificent opportunity to get rammed silly slip between her fingers,
and so the springs groaned louder than ever when she readjusted her position to give Volt easy
access to her already-sopping-wet slit.
The dragon's nose was overwhelmed by the scent, exuding need from every pore, and barely
resisted the urge to shove all of himself into her without any kind of warning. In fact, he
probably would've done it even if his senses weren't being overwhelmed by desire, but such a
special occasion needed a special treatment, needed him to take his time.
Of course, for Volt, this merely meant waiting about ten seconds before hilting at about
two-thirds his regular speed, but really, it was the thought that counted.
With both of his his arms wrapped over the top of Spyra's legs and his own feet planted
firmly on the edge of the bed, the dragon had all the leverage he needed to begin frantically
thrusting into the dragoness' warm body, leaving her to moan and cry out with nothing to fill her
mouth with. Cynder briefly considered taking that free spot with her own nethers, but resolved
not to, finding the other dragoness' lustful cries to be far more entertaining and alluring than any
tongue ride would ever be. In her spot, taking up most of one of the walls, the larger of the pair
pleasured herself with as much gusto as Volt was doing it to Spyra, staining the ground just as
hard as well; with the dragon being in full flow, the giantess on the bed was already seeing her
own belly bloat outwards far faster than it ever had, and before long was loudly begging for her
lover to slow down, lest she burst from the pressure.
This only really made Volt go even faster, as while he had no intention of causing physical
injury to Spyra, he knew her body could take it, and if it couldn't… well, the collar wasn't really
necessary, now was it? The fact that she could fit in the bedroom at all was disgraceful in and of
itself, and all it took was that short time being tended to by those two beauties for any concern
the dragon had about consequences to fade into the wind.
Wet thwapping was all that mattered, the constant battering of his balls hitting Spyra's legs
and the base of his cock slamming into her slit, all the while its tip continued to pierce through
her cervix and paint her insides so white that most of the cum pouring out of him backblasted out
from sheer pressure, oozing onto the ground in thick ropes that within minutes were already
flooding into the adjacent corridor. The dragoness was limp on the bed and unable to do much of
anything beyond beg for it to stop, which it only did when her belly was so pumped full of Volt's
seed that it looked as if she was heavily gravid with a whole litter and her pregnancy had been
going for three months longer than it should. Hell, just removing his cock from inside of Spyra
had the dragon's groin be showered by his own fluids, and as much as he wanted to do the same
to Cynder, it was pretty obvious that the bed would be completely unusable until Spyra emptied
out in some way or another.
This didn't mean he couldn't have his fun with his other lover, however. No, the other
dragoness was still so incredibly needy that Volt could smell it, and if it weren't for a lack of
space, he'd be inside of her faster than even she could react. But, as he thought before, today was
a special day, and thus she needed something out of the ordinary. Having already serviced her in
all the other ways possible, it was time to give her the one kind of prize that had been withheld
up until then. All Volt did was raise his index finger and move it around in a circle in midair, and
Cynder was up on her feet and presenting her rotund rear to her, eager to feel that colossal
dragon cock plowing her the way it was supposed to. As for the dragon, the sight of those
immense, couch-sized cheeks was enough to make the red on his face even stronger than it was
already, so much so that the urge to give one of those things a slap was irresistible; the sight of
them wobbling and swaying, ripples of fat coursing through the smooth scales, was enough to
get him to grow out an extra foot of his manhood, which he was savvy enough to point down
knowing that he would lose control like that.
As expected, he gave Cynder much of what he'd shown Spyra earlier, with the biggest
difference being that with the larger dragoness he could afford to quite literally sink into the vast
crevice between the two mounds he was sinking his hands into, until eventually the sheer suction
of it was enough to keep him firmly locked in place, even against his will! The more he thrust
(and he did so with renewed enthusiasm every second), the more he locked himself in an
embrace that could never be broken, until only his hands and head were visible outside of
Cynder's body; if not for the dragoness having her tailhole split in half from the girth being
pumped into it, she would've sat back down and wrested control of the situation away from Volt.
As she was, though, there would be no doing anything but screaming and begging for more, just
like Spyra had done before.
The whole room smelled of milk and cum, to the point where anyone that wasn't already lost
in the same kind of lust-crazed state that befell all three draconids would most likely have to
leave or have their senses overload. It'd be impossible for anyone but them to even exist in
there… which is exactly why she was content watching them from a distance.
Ember chuckled to herself as she watched the three of them descend into such debased,
carnal debauchery. She had expected such a thing from Spyra and Cynder, sure, but to see Volt
succumb to the same kind of depravities was honestly quite disappointing. She had believed him
to be above such pathetic desires, to have more… refined tastes. But she saw she was wrong, and
for once in her life, the dragoness was quite glad about that.
For so long, she had tried to catch the dragon's eye, only to be met with, at best, apathy, and
at worst, outright disdain. Maybe it was her insistence, maybe it was the fact that her body was
flatter than a wooden board; whatever the case, she couldn't work on her personality, but her lack
of curves could absolutely be worked around.
That's why she had that potion made, after all.
Ember had hoped that maybe she wouldn't have to resort to something like it. That, in the
end, good sense would prevail and Volt would see how much better a match she was compared
to… well, those two. But she saw, in her scrying orb, how wrong she was about that assumption.
Unfortunately for her plans, the dragon turned out to be just as much a slave to his base
predations as everyone else, and had lost himself in a sea of indecency and inferior lovers.
But that was soon to change. Now that she knew what it was that Volt liked, it was easy
enough to guzzle down the foul-drinking concoction and give it enough of a magical boost that it
kicked into action immediately. Wasn't exactly the best of solutions, but if all the dragon wanted
was a pair of milky tits and an ass wide enough to demolish castle gateways, then he was more
than welcome to them. After all, she could easily beat both of those amateurs at their own game.
So why not do just that?
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It'd been a while since last the two of them engaged in that sort of debauchery, but the time spent waiting just made the final payoff that much more delicious. The two friends scheduled their night out a couple of weeks in advance, and when the day arrived they could barely get through work without turning into a giggly mess whenever the thought strayed close enough to consciousness that they couldn't avoid focusing on it. Rioku in particular was ecstatic for the opportunity to try out a new hand pump; the previous attempts had all used a foot-based variety that, while still effective, felt a bit too impersonal. Now, however, now him and Ken could indulge in the exact kind of debased lewdness that they'd always dreamed of, the same kind that they both had saved up on their hard drives in frankly absurd quantities; rather than chancing it by applying more or less pressure on a pedal, the two of them would be able to see just how far down the pump's handle went, giving them the perfect view of how tightly they were going to stretch the cheetah, and allowing them to play into every size-based fantasy they could possibly think of.
For Ken, having to clock off work and then return home, only to be forced to sit there and wait for Rioku to show up, was borderline torture; he had his own sets of pumps he could use, of course, but he promised to save himself for when his friend came around, and he meant that. The big cat even went so far as to deliberately deny himself for the weeks leading up to that night, with his need for release having reached such a peak that the cheetah managed to surprise himself with how much he wanted to beg and moan and whine and plead for the husky to let him cum his brains out. It was going to be part of their little process, that much was certain; Rioku would slowly bloat him up, he would scream out for any chance of being allowed sweet release, and it would be denied to him for as long as the canid felt was necessary.
Be it minutes or hours, the cheetah had to be ready to "suffer" for as long as he was told to, knowing that it would make the final climax so much sweeter for each second he spent not experiencing it. Thus, when he heard the knock on his front door, the feline had to spend a good ten seconds or so just calming himself down, lest he show up in front of Rioku with his entire body shaking, his legs barely capable of holding him up; deep breaths, one after the other, did enough of the trick to get him to just calm down enough to hold a conversation, though he still had to keep one hand on the wall to keep himself from toppling over or tripping over the carpet.
His sheer lack of self-control was evident, and though Rioku clearly noticed it when the front door was opened and the cheetah revealed himself, the husky said nothing to that effect; rather, he merely raised his new hand pump, slowly, painstakingly so, until it was at eye level with the both of them. The canine kept it there, held aloft in the air, as he stared Ken down… or rather, as he stared at Ken, while the cat's eyes were focused entirely on the contraption in front of them, glistening with unbridled glee at the promises that it held. He was, at that moment, entirely under Rioku's spell, which the husky took advantage of by pulling the pump away, giving the cheetah a celebratory pat on the ass, then inviting himself in and heading straight for the living room; no point delaying the proceedings, plus the two of them would need as much room as they could get!
Not that the cat was thinking of turning himself into a blimp, but he wasn't the most graceful of bloaters, needing every inch of free space as possible to avoid him accidentally bumping into every straight edge and jagged, spiky corner in sight; the last thing Rioku wanted was to have to drive his friend to the hospital because he couldn't balance himself with a little extra air weight inside his gut. As for Ken, he took his time walking to the living room himself, having to take several breaks in the small trek between the front door and his final destination; even when he did emerge into the open room, he did so with a brow covered in sweat and two hands wringing one another, the picture of nervousness… though, the bulge he sported between his legs made it clear just what his primal lizard brain actually thought of what was about to happen.
Though the cheetah might be shivering all over, they still walked closer to the couch, they still sat down beside the husky, and they still kept staring at the pump, eager to see what it could do to him; though they were practically babbling whenever they tried speaking, unable to form coherent sentences, their hands still approached the handle and gave it an experimental push, whole body flinching when they felt a small current of air brush against their face from below. Though their eyes were wide open, it wasn't in fear: it was anticipation the cat was feeling, and it was anticipation that Rioku banked on when he deliberately took his sweet time grabbing the pump and preparing it, asking Ken to "get ready", a sign for the big cat to bend over and take his pants off.
Ken did so, albeit at a glacial pace; not necessarily because he wanted to draw things out (even though he did), but due mostly to his hands shaking so uncontrollably that even something as simple as undoing his belt took significantly longer than it normally did… long enough for Rioku to start humming as he experimentally pumped the handle a few times, making sure the nuzzle was pointed directly at some exposed part of Ken's body; the flinching, the wincing, the small little whimpers that came with it every time, they all served to further entice the husky, enough so that, once he saw the cheetah's tailhole, he didn't even hesitate.
Normally he'd take some more time before he shoved the pump nozzle in there, but he was horny, he was impatient, and the cat clearly wanted it at least as badly as he himself did (if not more!), so why wait? The yelp-turned-moan that escaped from Ken's lips was proof enough that the feline was desperate for a filling, as was the fact that the poor guy slumped to the floor immediately afterwards, pants still around his ankles, his tongue lolling free from a mouth that broke out into a wide, misshapen smile. His muscles limp, there was nothing the cheetah could do that could stop the coming pumping, which was precisely the point; both him and Rioku adored playing into the "trapped, helpless balloon" angle, even if they never quite reached the sizes they usually saw on videos online.
Still, what they did do would be more than enough, and as soon as Ken felt the first gush of air be pumped into him, his hands immediately flew to his belly as he tried to turn around to end up on his back, that he may watch as his gut swelled and took up an increasing amount of space on top of him.
It was always the same, regardless of how many time the two went through with it, and every single time it was always as delectable, always as unexpected, always as much of a new experience; it was as if it was so out of the ordinary that the cheetah's body refused to save any information on it, figuring that it would never happen again, leaving him helpless and without any frame of reference for the next time he had a nozzle stuck inside of him and a growth-happy husky controlling the air intake. Every time he would bring his fingers over to his belly, then remember to haphazardly remove his shirt so he could better see himself stretch; wouldn't do to watch his gut slow turn into a dome with fabric in the way, not when he could both feel and see himself become far larger than he had any right to be.
At first, things didn't look so out of the ordinary; if one disregarded the fact that the expansion was taking place at a far quicker pace than it normally would, the cheetah merely went from a flat gut to having it slightly round out, appearing as if he'd had a particularly heavy meal and then went for seconds on top of it. Only Ken would know the truth, know that it came not from him gorging himself, but from successive pumps of air pushing his midriff outwards, from Rioku's enthusiastic motions pushing the handle down and forcing the hand pump to fill him up; if the cat tried pushing his fingers into his body, he wouldn't find soft pudge, but rather hardened skin, stretched taut and close to audibly complaining about all the strain.
Of course, it wouldn't stop there, as neither the husky nor the chee were in any position to be satisfied with just a slight bloating. Rather, they would keep going, adding progressively more air into the feline's belly, driving up pressure to such an extent that the only way their body could react was to make more room in a desperate bid to bring it down, nevermind the fact that such a thing shouldn't be possible. And indeed, while the bloating itself might take place, that didn't mean Ken's body took to it willingly; it resisted the process every step of the way, leaving the poor guy stuck in the middle of not knowing whether to feel endless agony or the most potent pleasure imaginable, his brain unable to discern between the two.
The confusing mess of sensory feedback kept him well and confused enough that he failed to notice his belly continuously growing outwards, stretching his skin and fur out until the two were actually discernible from one another; while usually the latter fully covered the former, the chee's gut quickly reached a state where he simply lacked the amount of fuzz needed to keep the skin beneath it from being revealed: reddened, obviously strained out to the breaking point, and already showing signs of stretch marks forming in long, jagged patterns over its surface. These would join up with the ones already there, of course; it wasn't the first time Ken and Rioku did something like this, and it was really only the feline's fur coating that kept others from seeing just how pockmarked his front was, the "love marks" running all the way down from his pecs to his waist.
The longer the pumping carried on, the more these became pronounced, as the weight pinning Ken to the ground grew higher and more unwieldy, as the curvature of his belly expanded to the point where his hands drifted further and further apart; it didn't take much longer before his skin began to actually groan loudly enough for both of them to hear, which should have served as a warning sign for them to stop, but, as always, merely egged them on further. It was a sign alright, a sign that they had reached the point they wanted to reach, and a sign that they should keep going, since the actual endpoint hadn't yet made itself known to them; sure, it was incredibly dangerous, but both Rioku and Ken liked the idea of toeing the line like that, of living life on the razor's edge… Ken especially, given that it was his body the two were bringing to its very limits and then beyond.
More and more air, more pumps, further stretching him out until the cheetah could see as the edge of his gut's curve, the edge of the dome so to speak, began crawling up his chest, desperate for any room it could find to relieve the infernal pressure inside of it; there would be no release, obviously, not until the nozzle was removed and Ken allowed to vent, prompting the expanding belly to take up most of his front, even managing to warp and distend part of his waistline as his insides were pushed further apart by the ludicrous amounts of pressurized gas inside of him. Ken could practically feel it at the back of his throat, despite it supposedly being tasteless, the sensation of pressure attempting to find any valve through which to lower itself; he made sure to keep his jaw shut, that not an ounce would escape into the outside world.
After all, he had to make sure that every single pump filled him up as much as it could, even when each and every one came accompanied with a pang of pain, a sliver of agony that his lust-addled brain then twisted into becoming raw carnal bliss, delivered to him with a serotonin hit that made him forget about everything other than the next hit, the next pump; it didn't matter that, were he to try and hug his belly, he wouldn't be capable of pressing his fingertips together. It hardly mattered that, were he to try and get up to walk, the best he'd manage would be a waddle, if even that. The only important factor was how big he could get, how red he could make his skin, how stretched-out he could go, how many stretch marks he could acquire as a sort of morbid souvenir of his growthventures; anything and everything else was irrelevant, to the point where Ken barely even noticed when the end began approaching.
Just like the rest, it was always the same, in the sense that there was always a pressure spike in a very specific area that heralded when the cheetah's belly was reaching maximum capacity. Like a spear pushing through him from the inside out, it pointed directly at his bellybutton, the one part of his rotund gut that yet refused to bulge out, remaining firmly facing inwards… though not for long. Eventually, the pressure would become too much, Rioku's handling far too enthusiastic for the chee's body to handle; eventually, his belly would become a balloon of such high air concentration that there would need to be a final sacrifice, one last change before the two of them realized that maybe it was time to stop before things went too far. And that change came when the husky pushed down on the handle one last time, when Ken let loose his final yelp-shout for the night, when the cheetah's bellybutton loudly popped, going from inwards-facing to outwards.
The transformation was complete, and now the cheetah was stuck. The nozzle wouldn't come out until Rioku was done enjoying the view, but that was fine.
It gave Ken something to do with his time as well.
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Udders Café Consent for Modification and Release of Liability
As a condition of my employment, I hereby knowingly and willingly consent to the modification of my
body to conform to the employment standards of Udders Café. I acknowledge this may include the
development of bovine features, including but not necessarily limited to, the growth of an udder, cow
ears, horns, and cow tail. I acknowledge that I may experience mild to moderate breast growth,
tenderness or sensitivity of the transformed areas, and increased libido. I acknowledge that this
condition is permanent, and that I will be induced into a state of permanent lactation for milk
production.
I hereby acknowledge that milk produced from the effects of this transformation are considered
property of Udders Café, Inc. It is my responsibility to ensure that product loss is minimal during my
personal time, and that if I am unable to fulfill daily quota of milk I may be terminated for cause.
As a condition of my continued employment, I agree that if in the course of my employment, my
employer determines additional body modifications are necessary to complete my job duties, I will
willingly consent to additional transformations.
I hereby agree to indemnify and hold harmless Udders Café, Inc. against any and all claims, suits, or
actions of any kind arising from my transformation for liability, damages, compensation or otherwise
brought by me or anyone on my behalf, including attorney's fees and any related costs, if litigation
arises pursuant to any claims made by me or anyone else acting on my behalf. If Udders Café, Inc.,
incurs any types of expense related to such actions, I agree to reimburse.
Signature of New Employee Date
______________________________________ ______/______/20____
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Azure slithered into the empty room, feeling an odd mixture of apprehension and excitement. The calling card didn't explain things much better than the feline did when they met, but it told her just enough to make her want to take the dip and try out her luck. It was most likely going to be nothing; bodily modification at no cost to herself, offered by someone who was a self-professed trickster and outright liar? It wasn't even too good to be true; if it turned out that she'd been swindled, there was really no one to blame but herself!
Still, she pressed on, knowing at least that she could trust Tim not to spring some kind of nasty surprise on her. The building itself was surprisingly rundown, enough that the snake wondered whether or not she even had the right address. The façade was crumbling and the sign out front was faded beyond her ability to read it, providing quite the contrast with the shiny stores arranged on either side of it. The building looked to belong in an entirely different section of the town than the one she was in, and Azure honestly expected it to be some kind of fake front put up to hide construction work. But no, it was an actual, honest-to-goodness building, one that appeared a lot cleaner on the inside.
There was only a single room waiting for her on the other side of the door, lined entirely with white tiles and looking so spotless that one could safely eat off of any surface. A series of LED lights lined the ceiling, providing as much illumination as necessary. Upon closing the door, Azure noticed there was no knob on her end, and the frame itself fit perfectly into the wall it was built into, the tiny crack around it practically invisible. The fact that this meant she was now stuck didn't seem to stick with her too much, but she wasn't worried; if nothing else, then it could only mean Tim had really invested a great amount of time and money into that prank of his.
Unfortunately for her, this "prank" would turn out to be anything but. The sounds of metal grinding and cogs turning filled the air, loud enough to be painful and to force Azure to bring her hands to her ears; everything seemed to be shaking all around her, enough that, for a few brief moments, the snake genuinely feared for her life… at least until she saw what was actually happening: one of the tiles on the ground in front of her was receding into the floor, the ones around it quickly following suit, until it became clear that the ground was starting to cave in! Azure fled to the door, hoping to sink her nails into the cracks and pull it open, but to no avail; whatever it was that was keeping that thing in place, it wouldn't be simple forced that yanked it off its hinges, leaving her at the mercy of… whatever it was that was happening.
It all stopped after a while, but not before a good half of the floor had sunk into the ground, leaving a large hole in the middle of the room that made navigation quite difficult given her sizeable tail. She barely got a few seconds to take this in before the sounds erupted from all around her again, this time at least pushing the tiles back into view, along with something else entirely: a thin, vertical piece of white metal (or was it plastic?) capped with a computer monitor. There was no keyboard nor mouse, only the words on the screen. Words and… herself.
No doubt about it, a good half of the screen was taken up by what seemed to be a full, 3D-rendered model of her own body, a perfect replica of their form that, contrary to her real self, was entirely naked and on full display. This brought quite the blush to Azure's cheeks, who suddenly had to ask a great number of uncomfortable questions about just where Tim might've found the time, resources and, most importantly, opportunity to get something like that done. It wasn't just a model either; it was a photorealistic depiction of her body, all the way down to the slightest details, such as that spot beneath one of her breasts she completely forgot she even had (and now made a mental note to call a dermatologist over). This would've been genuinely distressing, if not for what appeared next to it.
If half the screen was dominated by her own body, then the other half was taken up by some sort of stats screen that wouldn't look out of place in a character creation menu in a video game. Only, instead of things like attribute points or the many, many intricacies of facial creation, it listed out her various… assets. Measurements, really, from her hips (or what counted as them anyway) to breasts, to tail length and thickness, and, oddly enough, the number of arms and legs she had, despite the latter being, obviously, zero. Azure didn't exactly want to, but her curiosity got the better of her; she extended a hand towards the screen, hoping that touching it would do… something. As it turned out, it turned the whole thing off, or least made the monitor go dark.
A few seconds later, it came back to life, the words "FINGERPRINTS RECOGNIZED" flashing on it for just a few seconds before a brand new menu opened up. There was a header and six empty text boxes, and what was written on them made that blush on the snake's face grow so brightly she didn't even have words to describe what that colour even was.
"PUT KINKS HERE. LOVE, TIM <3"
Six boxes. Six kinks. Could it actually be that it was genuinely true? Clicking on any empty space did open an on-screen keyboard… so maybe she should try it…
Six options.
1. Extra Arms/Head
2. General Growth - Hyper, Tim?
3. More Breasts!
4. More Cocks/Balls!!
5. Extra Milk/Cum Production
6. Growth multiplier - Give me a snack, Tim <3
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(F TF Queen Insect)
Ed walked nervously to the darker backside of the silk weaver district in Los Anul. The part most people seen was the clothing shops run by anthro insects, weaving impossibly intricate and durable clothing. Behind all that in the alleyways, more rough and rugged folk gathered. A lot of other people in the city get creeped out by bug anthro, so to avoid the nervous glances they generally keep to themselves, and because its almost entirely just bug folk around there, they tend to let loose and just go wild. If you asked Ed, he had no idea how he fell in with this crowd- he wore a ward all the time that suppressed his inner beast all the time so most forgot he is part grasshopper. However it happened, he managed to somehow fit in with this place well enough. Why he was nervous now was not for himself though- he was leading a petite little woman named Greta. Small and a little pudgy, she looked delicate and cute and not at all part of this area. She stood out like a flower in a field of spikes. There was the odd child around these parts but always closely accompanied by a watchful parent- and usually sliding between different levels of the buildings overhead on banners made of silk- so not actually on the ground where they can be approached.
Greta insisted she come along with Ed though, and she was a very spirited young woman. It was not easy to say no to her in spite her size. Ed was fairly tall and lanky, but Greta was only as tall as his lower ribs. Ed carefully lead her deeper into the area to a friend of his, a spider woman named Grace sitting at a table on a bar's outdoor patio area. Grace brushed her hair away from her face revealing four additional beady eyes on her forehead as she scanned over Ed and then locked eyes on Greta. She knew Ed was bringing her, and heard of her before, but never seen her in person till now. Grace smiled as Greta immediately introduced herself energetically while Ed continually tried to calm her own so she did not draw any unnecessary attention. Greta immediately skipped over to the bar proper to order some food for herself, Ed once again telling her to be reasonable about how much she ordered. Grace surprised him though, telling Greta to go nuts, she would flip the bill herself. Spider silk has such high tensile strength that she doesn't even need to weave it into anything- she can make a living off of just selling it by the spool.
Grace tilted herself back in her chair with two arms, twirled her hair in another and the last one hung limp as she grinned at Ed. "So... quite the little firefly, that one."
Ed sighed. "Don't encourage her too much, ya? She will eat you out of house and home. I swear she has no bottom to her stomach. She looks small but she has the spirit and appetite of someone a hundred times her size."
"S'cool. You said she still hasn't manifested any inner animal yet, right? But she senses she is a bug, which is why she badgered you into bringing her here to look around, against your better judgement." Ed nodded. "I think she has manifested her inner beast. Just... let me test this." She glanced past Ed. "And speaking of beasts..."
Hecatoncheires walked past them from behind Ed, glancing at them and slowing a bit when he seen them. He was an extremely tall, muscular man, known best for the fact his sides and entire back were covered in nothing but arms. Two bright orange horn-like antennae marked his head- Heca is an anthro centipede. And just like centipedes he spit poison, but Heca spit it in the form of words- he was a bully to everyone. A show off and a bit of a brick head, he fit your cliche bully archetype pretty much perfectly.
Greta scurried up from the other direction balancing several dishes of food. "Oh hey, is this that Heca guy you were talking about Ed? He doesn't look scary."
Ed blushed as Heca stopped completely and turned to him with an evil smile. "Scary, huh?" He slammed a hand on the table and snickered as Ed flinched. "Do I... scare you, little man?"
Ed spoke in a lowered voice. "N-no, no... I know you are a nice guy Heca. I was just y'know, telling Greta that because she... doesn't exactly fit in here. I didn't want her to run around picking fights."
Heca laughed, standing up straight again and looking down at Geta who was barely as tall as his hips. "This cute little sprite? I'd be more worried about me stepping on her by accident."
Greta furrowed her brows as she put the plates down on the table. "You think you're tough shit, huh?" Ed was making several hand gestures to get her to stop but she ignored him. "You don't intimidate me. You probably can't even fight- you'd just trip over your own muscle bulk. Show muscle- worthless in practical uses."
Now Grace laughed, not having seen anyone stand up to Heca like that in a long time. Her face immediately stirned when Heca grunted and stomped down toward Greta to spook her with a threatened attack. Grace glared at him through the strands of hair advancing back in over her face. "Heca... if I ever see you attempt to hit a small woman I will rip your genitals off and force you to eat them."
Everyone went silent, and after a moment Heca continued on his way, letting them off the hook. Grace did not look like much compared to him but both spiders and centipede were apex predators among bugs- Grace could likely equal Heca in strength. Grace was a mature, pretty woman, but you did not want to piss her off. Spiders have no mercy.
Greta immediately started eating, asking Grace about the location- having already heard Ed's side of it over the years. Greta pouted as it sounded like Grace did not think she belonged either, though was much less forward with her opinion. Greta explained she hated being discriminated against because of her appearance. Yea, she was tiny and energetic. She was also wild and liked to stir up trouble. Everyone assumed she was the good girl type, but she is bored sticking to the rules, but never knew anyone who liked to get in trouble who was not also an ass, like Heca. Ed was as close as she has ever known- he was a by the rules type of person but he hung out here in the dark, wild side of the city. Grace just nodded along with her argument, willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, and also watching her eat with curiosity. Greta got progressively more quiet as she ate more and more. The amount of food she managed to fit in her seemed physically impossible. Ed could never afford to let her go this all-out, and was wide eyed watching her too- he could actually SEE her getting chubbier! She was fattening up so fast you could literally see it happen as she shoveled food in. Most of the added mass went to her gut that rounded out. Not into fat rolls but taught and smooth as it became a huge sphere almost making her look tremendously pregnant. She started to moan a bit as she shoveled food in now, like her body was straining to take any more in but still somehow hungry. Her stomach was so huge now she was somewhat pinned in place. The top of her stomach was slightly lifting her side of the table, pinning her between table and chair.
When Greta finished her most recent plate she finally stopped, not ordering any more. She shoved her chair back letting the table bang back down. She stood up and wobbled a bit in place, not used to her new center of gravity. She looked full term pregnant with twins! She groaned again and told them she needed to go to the bathroom and Grace pointed her toward it, smiling at Ed when she left.
"Told you."
"Told me what? I wonder if she is going to be ok? I hope she isn't going to rupture her stomach. You can do that you know- eat so much the food weight rips your stomach lining."
"She is fine. I told you she already manifested her inner beast."
"But... she looks totally human. Why would she look completely normal if it already manifested...?"
Grace nodded toward the empty plates across the entire table. "Because she is still in larval form. She needed more food to fuel her evolution. Greta is just a grub. Or... was. I think she's had enough now."
Greta felt woozy and needed to sit down, plopping down on a toilet in the bathroom stall. Her arms and legs were getting progressively weaker feeling and her stomach continued to try and stretch larger and rounder. The skin was extremely smooth from being stretched so far. Her head started to feel dizzy and the weight in her gut started to shove itself downward, pressing on the inside of her pussy that immediately started to open up on its own. There was no contractions, so she was not giving birth to anything, at least not in any traditional sense. Her entire body felt so weak, her consciousness felt like it was falling into an abyss and she slipped out of consciousness entirely for a moment. Her crotch swelled tremendously as the bulge of her gut tried to move down through it. Her pussy drooled heavily and opened wide entirely on its own, getting stretched huge as a massive object pushed downward. The color left her skin and her body became lifeless as the object popped out and tumbled onto the floor bopping its head against the stall door. Greta stood up shakily, her body slick with vaginal lube. She looked down at her former body confused for several moments. She had given birth to... herself? Her old body was nothing more than a cast-off shell now- hollow and lifeless.
Greta went to leave and almost fell into the door when her leg joints shifted slightly. Her heart beat thundered in her ears from the sudden confusion, excitement, and fear of the situation so she could barely hear the dull pops under her skin all over her body. She was... growing. She snatched the clothing off her cast-off and stumbled out of the stall, falling back against the door. She couldn't get dressed in a cramped stall with her own cast-off taking up most of the space. She was extremely glad no one else was in the bathroom right now. Using paper towels she tried to dry the lube off her body the best she could before putting her stuff back on, but also wanting to hurry in case anyone else came in here. She was still changing though. This new body was fresh and much easier to shape than the last one. Her toenails turned black and looked like they were somehow growing backwards over her skin. It was actually becoming a chitinous shell around her feet. Because of the way she was leaning on the front of her feet as she was crouched down trying to dry them off and examining the changes- her heels started to grow out claws. She rolled back in surprise on them, but rather than buckle they caught and supported her weight. It looked like she was wearing odd segmented high-heel shoes, even though she was technically barefoot! She stood up straight, testing her balance on them. Unlike actual high-heels she had better balance, because the heel was technically a claw, she could adjust its angle. Her legs were very long compared to her old body, plus the elevated heels made them seem even longer than that. When she came in she was barely level with the bottom of the mirrors, now her eyes were almost above mirror level! She looked... more mature. More like Grace. And that pleased her greatly. Though still damp and a bit clumped up, her hair was long and near-black brown and fell to her shoulders, just long enough to touch the top of her breasts. For her tiny size she had always had pretty impressive breasts, being a good sized C before. Now they looked like E cups. They were large but also very well teardrop shaped, the skin taught and smooth, holding their shape astonishingly well for their size. Her areola were small but her nipples wide and had well defined shape too, making them look like tiny tree stumps. She also always appreciated how her breasts had a divide. Some women have somewhat of a 'mono-breast' where the flesh sort of trails between them. Greta had a noticable valley between, though narrow, there was flat chest between them.
Greta hefted her bare breasts, forgetting her mission to get re-dressed as she marveled at her own flesh. She was snapped out of her admiration though when she winced and moaned at an odd feeling. Her skin seemed to contract suddenly in several places starting at her shoulders, and before her eyes reflected in the mirror- her flesh thickened and darkened. Her bones weakened while material was borrowed from them to strengthen the surface level as chitin plates formed armor on her. Her entire shoulder blades, her elbows, and all of her knuckle joints grew shiny smooth black plates of armor fused with her skin, as well as her nails sharpening a bit and turning black too.
Greta had no time to recover from that as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and confusion again, twisting herself around trying to look at her own ass. Movement of muscle extending from her back, but also an explosion of pressure and pleasure as her tailbone seemed to extend a bit but then inflate tremendously! In actuality the bone had regressed, not extended. The actual tail bone melted away so the material could be used to once again form a new skeletal structure on the outside of her body rather than inside. She caught sight of something else above her and had to turn her attention back to the mirror, finding an explanation for yet another odd feeling she felt. Her perception was extending, she could feel things farther from her body than possible, and that was because she now had two antennae sticking out of her forehead! They continued to grow longer and form thousands of long bristles- they were turning into big feathery antennae like a moth! Greta shivered at a prickly tingle as her hairline advanced down in the back, consuming her neck, wrapping around the sides as well! She was growing a fluffy black mane! As it thickened though, she noticed it was not all black- it had pale near-white grey stripes in it, shaped sort of like arrows. It almost reminded her of a bee, except the color was off and the stripes not quite right.
Greta's entire body quivered and she buckled over panting and gasping, using the sink to brace herself as the growth on her butt grew tremendously! It inflated like a balloon, but it felt extremely good, like someone touching her clit kind of good. Normally a bug would have their genitals in this area, but because her body is still almost entirely human her actual vulva did not move. The bulb grew from where her tail bone used to be, and was covered in black chitin. It grew to medicine ball sized and beyond, overshadowing her actual butt by a great amount. It slowed nearly to a stop so Greta was finally able to straighten herself out and catch her breath. It felt so good for the entire growth without break that she felt like she was going to suffocate- it completely robbed her of her breath from its intensity. If it wasn't for her involuntary gasps she may have knocked herself out from lack of air. She shook her shapely hips and the large sphere wobbled with it, but with a moments delay, and continued to wobble a moment after she stopped. She went to touch it with her hand and immediately crumpled to the floor before making contact as the pleasure returned. Her entire body shook like a leaf in the wind as it grew more and more and MORE. She could actually HEAR it growing, like stretching leather. It grew to the same size as her entire torso before finally stopping! The chitin had extended onto her lower back, but only a bit, to properly brace the hefty sphere so the weight would not affect her. She gingerly touched it, then squeezed. The chitin was solid armor, but still flexed. It felt like hard rubber, but when she squeezed hard enough she could feel organs and such inside being shifted around. Her vaginal opening was where it had always been, and her vulva looked unchanged, but her actual womb was now in the base of the sphere, and her ovaries inside of the sphere- and much, MUCH larger. The sphere is her abdomen- her anus was now on its underside, toward the back but relatively centered. If she had a spinneret it would be at the very back, but it seemed she is not a silk producing bug. She turned and looked through the mirror at her rump now in awe. It was like she had two butts now- a human butt but no hole and a huge sphere coming off from just above that did have a butthole. So she had a faux human butt and an actual bug butt.
Greta's heart jumped as she heard someone walk by dangerously close to the door to the bathroom and scrambled for her clothing! She skipped her shoes and socks, since they seemed kind of useless now. Not only would they not come even close to fitting her high heeled feet, but the chitin casing on her feet already protected them from harm without needing to wear anything. When it came to her top it was no simple matter of slipping it on. She got her panties and short shorts on, just keeping them low in the back to give her abdomen space to hang out. Her hips were already decently wide when she was small so being taller did not affect their fit- though had they been pants there would be a ton more exposed leg at the bottom and made them look odd. Her top though had to fit on a taller woman which meant more midriff exposed already, but also she had to stuff tits three cup sizes bigger into them. It... barely worked at all. She looked like an adult trying to fit into a seven year old's clothing. Almost her entire torso remained exposed- the best her shirt could manage was stretching dangerously tight across the top and middle of her breasts- the bottoms of her tits were still exposed to open air. She did not even try to fit the bra on, knowing it would be impossible. She could barely breath the shirt was choking her boobs so tightly against her ribs! Not knowing what else to do, she only peeked out of the bathroom and managed to wave over Grace's attention.
Grace barely recognized her but still went to her aid, looking as casual as possible so Ed would not turn around and look at Greta. Grace ran a chitinous claw down the front of Greta's shirt in the bathroom and the top immediately ripped in half- her claw cut into the fabric enough that it burst the rest of the way from pressure. She concentrated a moment and then opened her mouth revealing a pool of milky liquid in it- then dipping her pointed fingertips into the liquid she drew out several strands that became stickier and more solid the farther it stretched into open air. Grace had a pretty human form, so she did not have a separate abdomen to host her spinneret. Instead she was able to form silk from her saliva- the milky fluid in her mouth was liquid webbing. She began to stitch the two halves of the cut top together, criss-crossing the new silk to make it look as natural as possible. She then extended the material down to cover more of her torso and the underside of her breasts. She even cut a V shape from Greta's shorts so she could wear them normally and still fit her abdomen over it. Spiders can control whether their silk is sticky or not- their webs are made of both, since a spider is not immune to the stickiness of its own web. Because Grace had no needle with her to properly sew with, she used sticky silk as binding and non sticky as the base material.
Grace did the honor of re-introducing a surprised Ed to the new Greta when the two returned. Ed was at a loss of words, and Greta could not stop blushing or smiling. In her new form she was at least a full foot taller than Ed- she would actually be the same height as Heca. Her new chitinous feet clicked on the ground when she walked, and her hefty breasts bobbed with every little motion she made. She seemed a bit jumpy as well, but it was only because she was getting used to her antennae, which allowed her to feel a lot more than she could before. She could actually FEEL changes to Ed's facial expressions when she sat with him at the table. The antennae could pick up very subtle vibrations in the air around her. They also looked cute. They raised and lowered with her facial expressions like a second set of eyebrows. For Ed it was hard to get over how drastic the changes were to his friend. She had always been cute, but now she was beautiful, and he found himself suddenly attracted to her in different ways, but did not want to show it at risk of seeming shallow and hurting their friendship.
The day turned out quite nice, in spite of all Ed's prior worries. Greta was still pulling attention from standing out, but now she was turning heads from how good she looked. Grace gave them both a tour of the area herself before leaving the two alone to enjoy the rest of the day. Before departing she whispered to Ed that he should be careful- there is a chance Greta still is not complete. This may be a nymph form.
Los Anul bordered the ocean on the north east side of the city, at the east edge of the silk weaver district, so Ed and Greta headed there for the evening, getting a small dinner at one of the beach side restaurants- Greta's appetite finally normalized. It felt weird for Ed, thinking of and having to deal with all the attention Greta got now as such a beautiful woman. Just earlier today he felt like he had to white knight around her to protect her from the world. Now it was almost feeling like the opposite, where Greta fit in better than he ever could. In the evening they walked the beach slowly as the sun set, talking about nothing really. Greta seemed flirty, but Ed was still shy about making any advances himself. Greta also took a bit to get used to walking in the sand with her new feet- because sand does not support her well, she basically clasped her heel claw onto the rest of her foot and stabbed her foot into the sand and stood like that. When they reached the end of the beach, Ed was about to turn around but Greta took his wrist and suggested they keep going, into the bushes at the end of the beach where the sands gave into rockier ground that had collected plant life. She was looking for a private nook.
Greta took the initiative, grabbing Ed and kissing him once they were far enough into the line of trees that no one from the beach would see. At the feel of her plush lips on his, Ed could not hold himself back any longer, nor had reason to. The two continued to kiss and gently caress one another as they awkwardly tumbled out of their clothing without breaking contact. He immediately magnetized to her impressive breasts and Greta had no complaints- she enjoyed them as much as he did so she pushed them into his hands, encouraging him to dig his fingers in. Greta rest her head back against one of the many large rocks, with her long dark hair fanning out on its surface around her head. Greta moaned and bucked gently against Ed as he turned his attention to her hot pussy, but when he went to penetrate her, Greta paused him, saying she wanted to try anal- mostly because it was now in a very different place. Laying on her back, her massive abdomen rest between her legs, but being the same size as her entire torso only rounder, its mass was actually a shade bigger than Ed himself. He had to climb up onto it like a small hill, straddling it with his legs. Finding the anal opening was a bit tricky- it was not visible, he had to push gently in on the abdomen and found the opening by the amount of give the surface had. He slid in slowly but Greta's high toned moans of pleasure were encouraging. When he started to thrust in with more vigor, he started to bounce a bit on the rubberiness of the abdomen. He watched her knead her own breasts with her head tossed back in pleasure as he bounced on her huge warm sphere. Just as he was picking up pace though, he noticed it bounced back a little harder. He looked down for a moment before realizing it was growing! She was growing!
Greta's moans became grunts and groans as her body started to feel too tight. She gasped, opening her eyes and looking to Ed who looked back in concern himself at her growth. She apologized and told him she had to flip over so he had to get off for a moment. Her entire body felt so tight as she grew, like her own skin was a size too small for her. Her back started to hunch and then swell up and out. She breathed heavily, rolling onto her arms and legs as her body started to convulse a bit and her back swelled up more. Her body started to drain of color and pale as her skin dried rapidly. With a final violent lurch the dry skin on her back cracked open and for the second time today, Greta emerged from her own former body! Her nymph form became the cast-off as she slid out from the back of it, standing and stepping awkwardly out from it, almost falling over on her unstable form. The new body looked wet, but only because it was so smooth and still forming in the open air- she was moist but not wet.
She stumbled forward, catching herself with her hands before she hit the ground. Ed was about to grab her, but was actually knocked back by a sudden air pressure- and the sound of beating wings! Four large dragonfly-like wings beat so rapidly they almost became invisible in motion on her back. They had the same pale grey stripes on them as her bee mane, which actually made the wings more closely resemble a damselfly. Her body cracked and popped and for a moment almost looked like her back was bulging out again, but it was because Greta bunched up as her torso grew longer- having to change the position of her arms and legs to stretch herself back out. Extra calcium seethed from her spine even as it grew. The clouds of calcium formed into tubes of jelly, which then further solidified as they grew forming new bones. The flesh grew out at first into nubs, then proto limbs, then infantile limbs and finally fully developed at the same time the bones hardened properly. To go with the added torso length, she now had a slightly smaller second set of shoulder blades, with two more arms that were only a shade smaller than the first set! Like the first, the joints had chitin armor on them, but unlike her first set, the hands only had two three fingers and a thumb.
Greta's vision blurred and then doubled, making her incredibly dizzy for a few moments and giving her a sharp pain in her head before her brain adjusted to the changes. Her pupils split in two, and then three! Her iris started to divide as well but never got far enough to actually break away from one another. This let her see in three different angles at once! Most insects have compound eyes- large eyes that are actually made up of thousands of smaller eyes allowing them to see in every direction at the same time- since Greta was still at least half human, this was the compromise her metamorphosis made. Still human eyes, just with a cluster of three pupils and slightly misshapen iris. It was not the only change to her head though, her hair started to grow longer and more importantly her jaw ached. Greta shifted her jaw back and forth as her teeth became sharp, and she opened her mouth to crack her jaw- hoping that re-setting the joint would help. It did, but for different reasons. What looked like her cheeks divided from her face, flipping two extremely long narrow fangs out of her mouth on the ends of these two new appendages- mandibles. Once spread open as well as her still human jaw, it made her mouth extra large. They only exposed themselves when eating though, so when she popped her jaw and the ache went away the fangs folded back in and her mandibles retracted back into the sides of her mouth, once again looking like normal human cheeks on the outside.
She started to breath even heavier, panting, and letting out desperate breathy moans as her body went stiff and trembled in response to a familiar powerful pleasure. Greta rolled onto her back again, arching her body in pleasure as her already huge abdomen once again surged in size, and the chitin audibly groaned trying to keep up with the swelling. Her four hands immediately latched onto her chest at a second source of pleasure, and Ed's awe-struck eyes followed, seeing two plump mounds below her breasts- she was growing a second pair! In addition to that though, her steeply arched back cracked and stretched still longer as well, and joining the growth of her new set of breasts was a new set of shoulder blades... a third set of arms. Ed had to actually back up and step to the side as her abdomen got absolutely titanic in size! Its shape became less spherical as it grew now, turning egg shaped and then oval, then even a bit more oblong. It was easily as big as the entire rest of her body, and still growing slowly. Pale grey speckles appeared on the backside of the otherwise black abdomen like freckles. Her second set of breasts grew to very nearly the same size as the first, with identical nipples and areola. Her nipples were the same color as her hair- a shade of brown that was almost black but not quite. Her third set of arms was smaller to the second set, than the second was to the first, making them a good bit smaller than her original arms. They also only had two fingers and a small rudimentary thumb that was almost useless. The chitin plates on the third set covered the two fingers and the backs of the hands as well, leaving only the arms and palms bare flesh. The chitin plates on Greta's shoulders also advanced, covering more of her back- they spread in a pattern that looked like butterfly wings. As her gargantuan abdomen finally stopped growing, two rows of sharp nubs grew on the curve of her lower abdomen, closest to her body. Each row contained four of the nubs, and she could wiggle them individually, and bend them slightly. They were tiny rudimentary legs like on a grub, because her abdomen was FAR too big to lift off the ground now- so the extra tiny legs helped drag it. Greta started to slowly catch her breath and relax as the changes finished. Ed came over to ask if she was ok, and she immediately tackled him to resume their love making!
The next day, Grace nodded to Ed's recollection of the events that night. "See, I told you. I have seen enough metamorphosis...es? Metamorphosees? What is the plural of m- eh, doesn't matter. I have seen enough bug folk to have a sense for these things."
Ed chuckled. "I didn't doubt you, I just... don't really know much about these sort of things. I still live in central, remember."
Grace leaned back in her chair again. "Well, she certainly fits in now. If anything she might intimidate other people. Unless she wears a ward, like you."
Ed shook his head. "She is having way too much fun in this form. She isn't going to suppress it any time soon."
Heca came up behind Ed, about to yank his chair out from under him to tease him. Grace seen him approach but did not say anything. Heca raised a fist instead though, and punched himself hard enough to stagger to the side. Both Ed and Grace seen it and laughed at Heca, steadying himself on another table trying to figure out what just happened.
Grace looked up at Greta crawling along the side of building. "Greta- don't abuse your hive mind."
Greta smiled devilishly. "Aww. It's ok, I am done anyway. For now."
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Of all the things he could've done with his time, raiding an ancient temple on the off-chance that he'd find a deity residing within was… probably not the worst of ideas, given the sort of things he usually got up to anyway. At least it wasn't bearing down on a whole town with a complete disregard for his own size or that of his lover du jour, or accidentally flooding a large section of wherever he happened to be because he completely forgot about his own virility; this way, he was far enough away from anything that could be remotely damaged by his explosive releases, or at least away from anything that might actually be missed by people angry enough to lawyer up whenever it was destroyed.
Plus, it gave him something to do and it served as an excuse for him to head out into the great outdoors and get some fresh air, all while potentially finding himself someone brand new for him to engage in some performative dominance with… and then some actual dominance, then preferably followed by something that would help him with that immense pressure he'd been feeling building up inside of him for the past few days.
The rumours, at least, pointed towards someone who was powerful enough to withstand the sort of breeder instinct that often dominated him whenever he lost control of himself in his more animalistic moments. It wouldn't do for them to merely be a powerful dragoness or any such magical creature; he had plenty of examples of those whose bodies had to be radically altered in order to be able to fit him, or at least withstand the full onslaught of his ministrations, so in order for Volt to be truly satisfied, whoever happened to reside within the temple, assuming it was even there at all, would have to be a cut above the rest if they wanted to stand even the slightest of chances.
This wasn't so much him boasting as much as it was a simple fact of life when it came down to his productivity; the dragon would've loved it if he didn't have to constantly dump countless gallons of his seed down the literal drain every other day just to remain mobile, but that was just the way things worked around him. And when one added a receptive, eager breeder to the mix, one who'd be happy to take everything that Volt could dish out, things usually got even more dangerous in terms of flooding hazards.
This is partly why he'd decided to head out and find the temple to begin with. The constant fuck sessions, the unending thrusting and bucking of hips, the nigh-endless breeding frenzies were starting to affect him in a way that wasn't entirely positive, leaving him feeling like no matter how much he drained himself into an eager womb, he was never fully satisfied, like he'd left his load half-finished and with a substantial amount of it still pent-up inside of his nuts. It wasn't the best of sensations to have to carry around all day long, and with him feeling more and more of his spunk building up inside of him, the warning signs were there: he had to get away from his usual routine, and quick, or else he'd be stuck in a rut (and quite literally so) until something happened that brought him over some kind of edge and then the whole city would end up blanketed in cum. And while the mental image was undoubtedly alluring, Volt didn't really have the money to pay for repairs and reparations for all the damage he'd do if that turned out to be the case; thus, the wilderness, and his search for a temple that might not even be there at all for all he knew.
It didn't help at all that the coordinates given for the location of the supposed "holy place" ended up with him looking at a waterfall running down a cliff that, while tall, certainly wasn't massive enough to be able to hide something on the level of what the stories talked about. No "hills of gold" surrounding a "palatial throne to the goddess herself" or other such nonsense, only a bunch of rocks at the bottom of a sheer drop and a whole lot of water to go along with it, leaving Volt feeling intensely confused about how so many people could be so wrong about the exact same thing. Had he been deceived by some large-scale prank? Had his contacts conspired together to get him out of town and prevent a large-scale disaster? Was he that predictable that they could so easily send him on a wild goose chase in order to prevent a disaster whose possibility he had believed was known only to him?
If that was the case, he was going to be somewhat miffed at having so much of his time wasted, especially given that he got excited about it and may or may not have led his nuts to produce more to compensate for the impending breeding; just about the only thing left in terms of possibility was checking behind the waterfall itself, in the hopes of finding something of worth… or at least a wide enough space that he could fill up after emptying out.
It was only after approaching the falling curtain of water itself that Volt began to feel something strange pulling at the back of his head, a presence that he hadn't ever sensed before; it was faint, but as he took step after step towards the rushing current, it was definitely becoming more obvious: it was a thing, nay, a person, a sentient creature whose very existence was powerful enough to make itself known through sheer imposition upon reality itself, a grand deity of power so obscene that it would rock the world to its very foundations, a divine being that demanded Volt's respect, and whose mental domination would not be ignored!
All of these thoughts and more crossed through the dragon's mind as he stepped closer to the waterfall, and immediately he knew that whatever was on the other side had to be as powerful as the stories made them out to be; only, instead of reacting in the way that he perhaps should, he instead developed the biggest, widest grin possible as he skipped on the many stones leading up to his destination, eager to meet whoever was waiting for him. This prompted the presence to reel back, as if in abject horror that something as insignificant as that mortal dragon would ever dare to ignore the touch of its titanic power; to Volt though, this was nothing more than confirmation that he'd at least get a good fuck out of it, and that was more than enough to get him to giggle maniacally at the prospect.
He didn't cross the threshold so much as jump over it, feeling the cold touch of the water for a second before emerging on the other side, tumbling around on surprisingly soft, paved stone rather than the rough floor of a cave. It was only when he looked up and wiped the water from his eyes that he realized that he wasn't inside a damp hole in the cliff, but somewhere else entirely: whether through magical distortions or a cleverly disguised portal, the curtain of water had been replaced by a solid wall of bright white light, and rather than natural stone walls, he was surrounded on all sides by gold. Gold and golden surfaces, as far as he could see, in carved pillars and bas reliefs, in statues and pedestals, in ramps and stairs leading above and below in a dizzying array of floors and levels that he couldn't quite begin to wrap his head around.
Some of the architecture seemed to regard the laws of physics as little more than suggestions as it looped back into itself and without, and some sections even seemed to melt into themselves a few feet away, leaving Volt feeling both incredibly dizzy and beyond elated that at least something turned out to be true about the rumours: because there, standing (resting?) in the middle of it all, upon an altar-slash-throne-slash-whatever that dais was, surrounded by a lake of molten gold that was itself a pit that rose upwards, was a snake.
Or rather, many snakes, attached to the same body; a hydra, perchance, only one with three heads rather than seven, of the most striking pink colour… and dressed in what was unmistakably a very modern novelty t-shirt with a pair of denim shorts haphazardly thrown onto where their waist would be, resting atop a set of coils that at once felt miles long and also just short enough that Volt's body was longer than it was. It made for a wonderful contrast, if not necessarily one that made a lot of sense, doubly so when the presence made itself known on the back of the dragon's head once again and was revealed to be the three heads of the hydra deliberately attempting to bring him down to a more pliable state.
Perhaps this goddess was convinced that Volt was just like everyone else who'd tried to make their way to her throne, or maybe she had just never met anyone as powerful as he was; whatever the case may be, her panic was very clear when she saw the draconic intruder take a series of steps toward her when she very clearly ordered him to stop moving, even more so when he dared to speak up out of line. Volt got maybe half a word out before he felt the weight of all three of the serpent's heads bearing down on his psyche, forcing him to shut up… only for him to brush it off after applying some minor concentration of his own.
But the assault carried on, and in a way that made it clear that the hydra meant business. Was she trying to hypnotize him? Their eyes were glowing, masking the pupils and irises, displaying only a bright white light that somehow managed to shine even through all the resplendent gold all around the two; Volt could feel the intent behind the mental assault, by that point so powerful that even he was struggling to keep up with it: she wanted to hold him down. This wasn't just a hidden goddess trying to remain hidden, this was a scorned deity deliberately trying to take down someone who dared to disobey direct orders… except, one that failed to realize that their power was not nearly enough to defeat the beast they had set themselves up against.
Volt was no ordinary dragon after all, even if he tried his best to hide that little fact from the world, and it only really took a little bit of focus for him to not just beat back the mental assault, but to subvert and turn it around as well; what was a little bit of attempted hypnotizing if he didn't at least try to inflict it upon the one who tried it in the first place? If it turned out this snake hydra truly was a goddess, even if a minor one, then he'd have a perfect partner whom he could resort to for all of his needs, and right after he had convinced himself he'd been duped as well! That it all took such a sudden turn was nothing if not exhilarating, to the point where Volt might have put a little too much energy into the "payback", all things considered.
Typically, he'd only go so far as to break the hold his opponent was trying to establish over him and reply with the exact same amount of energy, but there was something about that snake that made him go… a step beyond, perhaps even two or five. Maybe it was how cute they looked, or just his own pent-up state leaving him more susceptible to bad decisions, but Volt seriously misjudged his own enthusiasm, and inadvertently ended up breaking a few things; three things, to be more precise, as when the dragon was done, the snake hydra simply stood there, staring at him like they didn't have a single thought in their empty heads… which, to be fair, they most likely didn't, given how strongly Volt had fought back against the intended hypnosis.
This was somewhat less than ideal, given that he did want to have some fun, and he wasn't about to do so with a meat puppet absent of any kind of personality or motivation; then again, he had to make sure he himself was safe and secure before trying anything out of the ordinary, so he carefully walked onto the altar-throne upon which the hydra was laying, and quite conveniently found himself something that resembled a cross between a bed and a chaise longue. Smiling to himself, the dragon climbed onto it, under the watchful (if unfocused) eye of the three serpent's heads he had successfully broken into following his every move; only when he was comfortably seated upon his own personal throne, making sure to splay his hind legs in order to show off just what he had to give the goddess if only she were to consider it, did Volt release the hold he had over the snake. He would've snapped his fingers, but part of him feared that might've made it worse; instead, he merely let go of the tether connecting the two, and just like that, the snake-hydra's personality came rushing back into her head.
For a moment it looked as if the two of them would be once again locked in a contest of wits that was doomed to repeat itself again and again until the goddess snake learned the hard way that she was no match for the draconic intruder, but as soon as her three heads took notice of just what Volt was packing, they all took pause. It was clear from their expressions, and from the deepening blush that was visible even through their pink scales, that they either hadn't seen something quite as… large, for lack of a better word, as what Volt had on display, or they had never had the opportunity to put it to good use; after all, the dragon was very clearly showing himself off in a way that made it obvious he was there to fuck and nothing else, and given the immaculate state of the temple, and how far away from civilization it was, it was doubtful that the snake goddess had any kind of visitors of that particular stripe. Thus, after a few seconds of tantalizing proximity, where all three heads drifted dangerously close to where Volt was waiting for them to go, the hydra pulled back, clearing her throats before introducing herself.
"Speak, mortal, and tell us your name," the trio of heads spoke at once, "for you stand in the presence of Emmie, Edden and Ebony, serpent goddesses of the Infinite Coils, guardians of the Temple of Sarrak, purveyors of fertility and bounty!"
"Why do you have a t-shirt on?"
Somehow, this simple question managed to turn the already-bright blush on all three faces up to an absurd degree, and it was very clear that not one of the serpents were expecting Volt to be so nonchalant about things and to immediately ignore their introduction to such a blatant degree. Worse still, they had to admit that they found that attitude to be almost prohibitively attractive; receiving nothing but mindless adoration got boring after such a long time stuck in that temple.
"Our worshippers provide!" Edden replied, to which Ebony added, "And they assure us it is the height of fashion in the outside world!"
"It looks cute!" Volt assured them, nodding curtly, "Really brings out your natural colours."
If the snakes were pink before, they were firmly red after such a brazen attempt at flirting… and the fact that the dragon was very clearly doing something to their cock while still attempting to be halfway smooth about things. He might be trying to give off an appearance of someone who just wanted to chat and tease, but there was no hiding how hard that shaft of his was throbbing, nor just how many inches had been added onto its already-enormous size; in fact, none of the snakes were aware of what else Volt said, even though he actually was talking and presumably showering her with horrible one-liners that were, ultimately, completely unnecessary.
All the serpent-hydra had eyes for was that pillar of cockmeat, pulsating, thickening, promising such a wonderful bounty of its own if only she were to give up the pretense of being in control and succumbed to her base desires; it was so difficult being a fertility goddess without anyone to share it with, that whenever an opportunity like that arose, it felt downright heretical not to take full advantage of it before it had the chance to escape from between her non-existent fingers. So, while Volt kept on saying whatever he was saying, the three snake heads drew closer and closer still to their prize, until the dragon, with his smile having turned to a wide, devious grin, stopped talking altogether; his job was done there.
Without so much as a warning, Edden lunged forward, somehow managing to surprise her two sisters when she opened her mouth wide and instantly made good use of it by having Volt's cock be plunged into it, stretching her neck out hard enough that she audibly gagged… and yet kept going anyway, right up until her surprisingly plump lips were smacking the dragon's base, her moans muffled but still very much loud enough to fill the whole room. Bemoaning their lack of initiative, Emmie and Ebony decided to move towards the dragon's face, smothering him in sloppy kisses that left Volt in such a state that he forgot to react for a couple of minutes, surrendering completely to his own baser impulses as he found himself stuck to his seat.
All he could think to do was buck his hips into the tight throat servicing his rod, grunting about as loudly as the snake-hydra was, his legs flailing almost uncontrollably; it took a while before he remembered what his powers were supposed to be, and even longer until he decided to put them to good use. By that point, Edden had already been servicing his shaft for so long that her mouth was oozing with thick strands of precum, her eyes focused entirely on both the cock stuck in her throat and the two immense and still-growing balls pumping that delicious proto-seed into the hydra's collective stomach.
This, however, would be nothing more than an appetizer, for Volt could provide for so much more; he wasn't just another male, merely scaled up, but something in his very own league, a demigod of his own if he wanted to toot his own horn. The dragon doubted whether he had any real deific blood running through his veins, but seeing as he so easily dominated an actual goddess, then surely there had to be something about him that had escaped his notice up until then; whatever the case, he could give the three serpents far more than they ever had been given, and as such… he did.
The dragon opened the floodgates, allowing part of his true self to shine through, pushing the very limits of his physical form outwards until the bed-chair he was on began to feel incredibly cramped and far too weak to hold him up; it was only fair, given that the hydra was already far larger than he himself was, thus giving him a perfectly valid reason to grow and grow until the two of them were matched. But the three serpents were nothing if not full of surprises, and the very same divine power that made it so difficult to tell just how huge they were when Volt first stepped into the temple kicked in again, leaving him in a state where, no matter how much he seemed to burgeon outwards, the goddess sisters always looked just slightly bigger than he was… even if his cock was sufficiently large that it still managed to thoroughly stretch out Edden's throat, enough that Volt could see as the pumping waves of precum travelled down his length and down the snake's body.
So he kept going. He kept going and growing, pushing himself to the very brink of his capabilities, and yet never quite managing to outgrow either the hydra, the temple, or even the bed he was on; the whole place seemed to warp and distort in order to keep fitting him, presumably because the goddess so desired herself, and as a result, he very quickly lost control over where things were going. If ever there was a plan to keep things from going too quickly, it went out the window the moment he truly tried to keep stock of how big he was and ended up realizing his shaft had to be at least the size of an entire house, even if perspective told him otherwise; this moment of clarity was enough to get him to fly over the edge for the first time in that encounter, and soon enough Edden's entire neck would be stretched out even more, as not only did it have to deal with a deluge of thick, steaming-hot cum, but the cock lodged inside of it nearly doubling in size from the climax, thoroughly testing just how far the serpents' capabilities went.
Nonetheless, Edden performed admirably, and though her eyes were watering by the end, and the three serpents' single belly was clearly bulging out with seed, she refused to move from her position, lips firmly sealed around Volt's base; it was only after she was certain the dragon was done that she moved back, loudly slurping along the draconid's entire length before popping off his tip with a loud, wet popping noise and an accompanying deafening moan… one that let her sisters know that Volt's cock was free for them to take.
Emmie was quick to make good use of this opening, immediately lunging towards Volt's tip and opening her mouth as wide as it went in an attempt to get all of it into her before Ebony could protest. She'd soon learn that it was perhaps a bit too much even for her, but being the eager and always-horny fertility goddess that she was, this served as little more than encouragement to get to try harder; and so, inch by inch, push by push, she did what her sister had moments (hours?) before, and ended up fully impaled on a shaft that she couldn't really service properly as much as just hold herself fast on and use her fine control over her own muscles to turn herself into a cocksleeve for.
Besides, the throbbing and pulsating of that immense rod was such that it was clear it would blow again some time soon, so it wasn't as if she really had to do anything… but she really wanted to. Unlike her sister, Emmie wasn't content with merely being turned into a living condom, she had to make sure that her lover knew just how enthusiastic, how eager she was to be used as a fucktoy; she had to make sure that not only did Volt become fully aware of what he was getting into, but he also became intimately acquainted with the very concept of biting off more than he could chew, and to that end, she had to teach him a lesson.
A lesson on her own terms, obviously; the whole point was to further stimulate the breeding dragon and get him to pump out even more of that delicious cum that Edden got to taste, but the other two heads also felt being pumped into their stomach. The aftertaste was potent enough that they could feel it in the back of their throats, and now that Emmie had a way of savouring it directly, she was going to make good use of it… by throwing in even more enthusiasm than before.
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Her one mistake was always using the same coffee machine. As the Head of Security for the station, she should have known better, but if there was one thing that made life on that junkheap even slightly bearable, it was having a good cup of concentrated bean juice, and unfortunately for her, options were… limited. She either went all the way to the bar whenever she wanted a good drink, or she slithered down the corridor leading to the sec department and spent a few credits on what had to be the best damned coffee on the whole station.
It was a unique machine, in that, at some point, those responsible for restocking the vending apparatuses had apparently forgotten to replace it with the "new and improved" proprietary model, leaving it as the sole remaining specimen from the old line that still, somehow, got restocked on a regular basis. No one questioned it; doing so was likely to make it stop through some complicated and nonsensical bluespace fuckery, so instead they simply used it for good coffee whenever no one was looking but the station's AI.
Naali was one of them. She was, ultimately, doomed to being the punching bag for most of the station's problems, and as the active Head of Security for the place, it was her job to take the blows and keep smiling like she didn't want to wring the neck of everyone she saw on a regular basis (apart from a few select individuals whom she merely despised so much as to want someone else to do something to them). She needed the coffee; it wasn't a case of her caffeine addiction kicking in, but very much one of self-control: without the bitterness of it all, she'd go nuts within the hour, and no one wanted the person with access to the armoury to lose their mind during a shift.
No one, except for one particular engineer who'd been nursing a grudge for a frankly unhealthy amount of time. It had begun innocuously enough, when they tried performing some renovations at the bar while people were still in there, and for some reason they objected and called security on him; what followed was that bitch Naali wasting his time with an interrogation and a whole bunch of "tests" meant to check whether he was possessed by something or other, he hadn't been paying attention. What mattered was that his plans for the afternoon were ruined and that was entirely the snake's fault, and for that, she had to pay.
It had been months, but the grudge was still there, mostly because whenever he had an idea about something fun to do, he had to remind himself that Chief Spoilsport was still around and wouldn't let him do anything worth doing. Every new thought, every novel concept, was promptly thrown into the trash because she was around, and that only solidified his desire to get her out of the picture so she couldn't ruin things even further… but how?
He couldn't firebomb the sec department, that would just get people mad at him again, nor could he bore through to the HoS' office without them asking a whole bunch of really incriminating questions he wouldn't have answers to. He could try and contract someone else, but the last time anyone attempted to contact the Syndicate, they were told that the space station "wasn't worth the effort" before the phone promptly blew up in their faces. This left the young man with very few options that weren't sourced locally, and eventually with outright none but whatever he could find lying around.
Thankfully, he knew a guy. A very specific guy, who worked in a very specific sub-department, and had access to chemical synthesiser machinery that could be put to use making more than just medication for those who accidentally tripped over their plasma torches. It took a bit of effort to convince them to do something outside their main area of expertise, but a few choice words and the promise of ample monetary compensation, as well a couple of well-placed bribes to ensure an AI maintenance routine in order to establish an alibi, were enough to secure their cooperation: they would help to create a compound that would then be sneaked into the coffee machine, and from there, it would all fall into place on its own.
Naali, being utterly unaware of any of this, kept on buying her daily mugs' worth of caffeine from the same source. She had no idea that the one random engineer she reprimanded months prior had spent so much time grumbling about it, nor did she know he had procured a specialised toxin built specifically for her species. She had no clue that the cup of coffee she just bought was tainted as a result of said engineering tampering with the interior mechanism, nor was she cognizant of how said engineer was still staring at her, in the shadows, from behind a conveniently oversized fern.
To her, it was just another cup of coffee, nothing special. It even tasted the same as they all did: absolute shit, but slightly better than every other machine coffee on the station. Better than nothing as well, better than having to go through the day without her shot of caffeine, so with a grimace on her face, the snake took her drink, turned around, and slithered back to her office. Only there did anything feel out of the ordinary, though it was more a case of an aftertaste than anything else: Naali had to smack her tongue a couple of times, but that was indeed some kind of weird flavour on it that normally wasn't there. She should know, her sense of taste was significantly more well-developed than most species'; it was some sort of trace chemical left behind, presumably by the restock mechanism leaking or something like it.
She sighed, figuring that the poor machine's time was at an end. She was still going to use it, nothing would force her to resort to anything else unless she absolutely had to, but the Head of Security had a silent salute for the brave little coffee maker nonetheless, gulping down what was left of the vile mixture while wondering why she was even drinking it to begin with. A long, drawn-out sigh later, and Naali was slumped back against her office chair, eyes close and waiting for something to happen; it was going to, because she worked for NanoTrasen and misery loved company: whenever anything happened that made her day worse, it was inevitably bound to be followed by something else that would take the awfulness of it and dial it up to eleven and beyond. It might not be lethal (hell, it rarely was), but it would make an already bad situation even more unbearable because, really, why not?
It was almost unsurprising when she felt hot all over and her clothes began feeling tighter. Really, it almost came naturally when her brain started to go all fuzzy and she was unable to think straight no matter how much effort she put into it. Really, why should it have gone in any other direction? Better to just deal with whatever was coming her way and think about the consequences later, otherwise she was going to sit there and be frustrated at something she never truly had the power to prevent.
The sudden tightness in her chest was… unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant. It had been a while since the least time she had that happen to her, but she wasn't going to complain, not when she wasn't wearing her breastplate for once; maybe it was fate, conspiring to give her plenty of room to grow on the one occasion she had nothing there to keep her from swelling up… or, perhaps, she had taken it off without realising it and the haze in front of her had made her forget it.
It was, in fact, far easier not to think too hard about it than it was to spend any amount of time considering what might be the case. Why bother when she could just keep her eyes closed and feel her bust expanding outwards, growing heavier and wider with every second that passed, until she could feel it start to intrude on the edge of her torso? It felt liberating not to have to think about it, to instead throw herself into the ocean of physical sensation that came with having her tits grow so many cup sizes that her work uniform began to tear open, gashes in the synthetic fibres turning into outright tears, opening into holes before the whole thing just collapsed structurally and released her breasts into the wild.
Though… not completely. Whether through sheer happenstance or due to preexisting concerns in manufacturing the jumpsuits, Naali's tits didn't just flop out onto her chest; rather, the cloth above them was torn open, fully revealing her cleavage and the top of her rack, while the part of her uniform beneath her bust remained miraculously intact, creating something akin to a very overladen sweater just barely containing a pair of milkers big enough to crack someone's spine should she drop them on top of anyone. Easily twice as big as her head, if not not more so, and still growing the more she looked at them, so much so that the snake was left wondering if they actually were growing as a result of her looking at them, or if she'd just been luckily blessed with an extended growth spurt.
The weight, the warmth, the heft, all of it combined to leave Naali wanting to do nothing more than remain sitting, her back angled so she was sliding off her chair, feeling her tits pushing down on her; not so much pinning her down, but forcing the snake off onto the ground, where she was most likely going to remain until such a point as she decided to get back up… whenever the hell that was. Her bust wasn't going to make it any easier, but by that point, she didn't exactly want to expend any effort doing anything of worth.
Of course, it couldn't just be her tits that received a boost, and after the first round of the transformation, that Naali felt her ass begin to tighten was more or less expected. A wide, dumb grin spread across her face as she brought her hands down to her rump, so often ignored, so often simply blending into her tail, her lack of any meaningful hips making it difficult to wear the kind of clothing she wanted to on account of it being a frank waste. How wonderful, then, that she would feel her skin pushing against her fingers, her tail fattening in just the right way to give her the closest thing to an hourglass figure that her serpentine body plan allowed for.
She couldn't ask for more, but she could ask that it be made more; ass and tits were good enough, but if she was going to be given a gift of them, she might as well beg for it to come in large enough quantities that it would floor both her and whoever she happened to be sharing herself with at any given point. Better to be on the ground, very loudly begging for someone to please come do a great number of unspeakable things to her, only to have her hands need to fulfil that role. Better to feel the new contours of her new body, until her fingertips were intimately acquainted with every new inch of it.
Then, and only then, could she afford the luxury of thinking of trying to get up, onto a sitting position and maybe her chair. But it would be a while, even under the best of circumstances; she could only hope nothing bad happened outside, because she was absolutely not going to be able to do her job if the station was attacked. After all, she had little ones to play with, didn't she?
It was weird. She should just be horny, and to a great extent she absolutely was, but there was something else in there that moderated what would otherwise be a mindless lust, a desire to fuck that would've left her a brainless rutting machine. It came both from her new body, yes, but also from a sense of dominion, of power, of authority; perhaps whatever the coffee did to her had mixed with her brain chemistry so much that it circled back and borrowed a great deal from her position as the Head of Security, because the last thing Naali wanted to do was be the bottom for the next few people lucky enough to have her as a mate. Quite the contrary, in fact.
She rose up, pulling herself from the ground by almost sinking her fingers into the wooden surface of her desk; the whole thing creaked ominously still, and though the snake didn't notice it, multiple cracks opened on its surface as she tried to straighten herself out. Unaware of this, the Head of Security instead focused on herself: on her new, hefty breasts, on her prodigious rump, and on those wide, motherly hips… quite literally motherly, or at least as literally as they could be when the potential was merely within her grasp and not already caught in her snares.
She could very well find someone to stuff her full of eggs; it wouldn't even be all that difficult, given how often she was propositioned on a regular basis. It was just a simple matter of turning her glares and stares into sultry replies, of flipping those "no"s into a series of very long moans ending in a shameless, tongue-filled kiss; no point saying yes when all that did was cut into precious time she could be using to be bred.
And she was going to be bred, if it was the last thing she did; if anyone had any different ideas, they were welcome to go issue a complaint with the captain, if they wanted to be ignored even harder, or hell, send a panicked mail to NanoTrasen so the company could remind them that workplace relationships were permitted and fertility treatments would be provided at a discount. For Naali, this couldn't have gone better; really, if the point of poisoning her was to knock her out cold from arousal, it had almost worked, seeing as she fully intended to get a good workout before lying down and having a nap for the rest of the day.
Her department, which by then had been alerted to "irregularities" by the AI, had congregated outside of her office. They expected to see some sort of eldritch creature of myth pop out from the other side, maybe even a possessed Naali, host to said creature after having finally snapped from all the nonsense they had to deal with on a regular basis. Instead, they saw a very horny, very thirsty snake slithering out from her office, eyes scanning the room for the person closest to them who could help her fill her belly with eggs; curves exaggerated to proportions that made everyone's knees weak (where applicable) and almost a scent of arousal emanating from her, it was unsurprising when nearly all of the officers present dropped their tasers and stood there, staring at their superior.
A couple tried running, but they wouldn't get very far. There was clearly a contamination going on, as the AI so helpfully noted through the speakers, and that being the case, the entire department had to be quarantined to prevent any possibility of the viral agent escaping into the rest of the station. A regrettable loss for those on the wrong side of the falling shutters, but a necessary sacrifice for the greater good; Naali, licking her lips, took her sweet time approaching the cowed crowd, rubbing her hands as she leaned down close to her first volunteer: a young Tajara, no older than twenty-five, probably there as his first job, trembling hard enough to make his equipment rattle, his eyes… very much focused on the copious, some would say indecent amount of cleavage the Head of Security had on display.
All purposeful, of course; couldn't just be given a rack big enough to smother whole heads and then not use it to attract mates, that'd be a waste! No, she had to let her tits hang and offer the warm, soft confines between them, up for both the eyes and the hands of those brave enough to take the quite literal plunge. And, much to her surprise and delight, Naali saw her first volunteer reach up with one of their paws, eyes wide, their mottled brown fur standing on end as they came closer and closer to their prize; the snake herself waited until the last moment, giving the Tajaran a moment to think that they were in the home stretch, that they'd get what they wanted without any strings attached… and then she struck.
It was so easy as well. All she had to do was wait until she felt those wriggling fingers in her cleavage before she lunged forward and used her own hands to part her breasts and immediately smush the young officer's face with them, using the momentum from it to throw the poor guy onto the ground… followed by herself. There was a loud thud, a muffled moan, and before anyone knew it, the Tajara was completely buried by snake, gone from sight as Naali herself wiggled from side to side to better grind her first victim to dust.
The point wasn't to knock them out of commission; rather, if she was going to be pumped full of seed and knocked up, then she would only accept the best her force had to offer. And clearly, if they couldn't take her full weight while being smothered by her tits in public, then they obviously had no business trying to get their hands on her. Hell, Naali didn't even expect the Tajaran beneath her to make it past ten seconds without cumming his brains out while still having his cock firmly stuck inside his jumpsuit: young, inexperienced surely, suddenly jumped by his boss in front of everyone, a boss whose body had been augmented such, it'd be ridiculous to expect them to adapt so quickly.
Which was why it came at such a surprise when not only did the young man not shiver and experience that little death, but he instead began grinding back against Naali. The snake had to stop and actually pay attention, just in case she had misread her bodily signals; was the little thing under her actually fighting back? Were they trying to hold their own and gain terrain? Well, if that was the case, she'd be more than happy to see where that went… provided the feline was fine with an uphill battle.
She reached underneath herself, pulling the officer's hands from their side and smacking them straight onto her own ass; amazingly, the Tajaran reacted the way she wanted him to: by grabbing. By sinking their fingers and claws into her soft flesh and enjoying the grand feast that was her rump, surely thinking about what they'd do to it once they were finished with the main course. This was followed by her arching her back such that her tits weren't so much covering her lover, but actively pushing down onto him, giving him absolutely no room to breathe. And quite literally so: if her mate didn't try to push her aside, he would inevitably be actually smothered, lacking any oxygen to work with.
But, be it through their own resilience and determination, or just the airheadedness that came with their oxygen supply being cut off, the Tajaran kept going. Even past the point where they should've gone limp and unconscious, they instead carried on grinding their hips against Naali, their shaking hands seemingly split between wanting to be stuck in ass fat or needing to move down to undo the many buttons and zippers on the jumpsuit keeping the young officer's shaft from being free to do what it needed to do.
So Naali fixed that for them.
It was simple enough to shred that jumpsuit open; she'd had plenty of experience with it in the past, and it wasn't going to be inaccessibility that made the snake give up. If anything, with the officer stuck underneath her, all she had to do was shuffle over a few inches to one side and then bring one of her hands down, slashing multiple gashes into the thick, padded fabric, before grabbing hold of one of the holes and ripping the bottom half of it clean off. Sure, there were still some bits attached to the man's boots, but the most important part was free: his cock.
She didn't need to do anything else past that point, as natural instinct kicked in and drove the young man to do what had to be done in order to get where he had to be: muscle memory, even if never used, imprinted in them through countless generations of breeders, now that he could finally bring that genetic knowledge to bear. Granted, he wasn't expecting his first time to be with a snake like Naali, nor indeed with someone who could literally have him fired for no reason, but he was confident he wouldn't be kicked out of the force… assuming he didn't disappoint. And it was exactly this little nugget of knowledge that drove the Tajaran to do something he normally never did: he put his all into it.
Not that he slacked off in his duties, but very rarely did he have any reason to throw himself a hundred and ten percent into something; for Naali to do what she did though, nothing less than that would suffice, and he wasn't about to have her go so far and then leave her feeling unsatisfied. It could be that he wouldn't be able to truly bring her over the edge like he wanted to, but even if that were the case, he was still going to try. He was going to pour every last ounce of energy he had into rolling his hips, into thrusting his shaft into the snake's tight slit, into moaning as loudly as he could, that she may know he was still in there and loving every second of it.
For her part, Naali had to do nothing but be there and be herself, smothering the cute little thing as he railed into her. Normally she'd be a lot more effusive about it, loudly enough for the whole station to hear in fact, but right there and then, her job was to make sure her lover knew who was in charge: he wasn't breeding her, she was being bred by him, and only because she deigned to choose him. Nevermind how that only happened because he was closest, that was entirely beside the point; she was there, she needed eggs in her, and he was the one to give them to her. At any point, she might choose to retract that privilege, so if the young Tajaran knew what was good for him, he wouldn't slow down for even a second.
And, in the meantime, she could make sure everyone else in the room knew what was in store for them once she was done with their coworker. A simple glance, that was all they needed: a glance and a wink so the remainder of the security force were well aware that none of them were going to leave that room until she had a taste of their seed, literally if need be. A glance and a wink, along with a conveniently-timed AI alert letting everyone know the quarantine seal would only be lifted after the "threat" was "neutralised".
This, of course, assumed anyone would move against her.
But Naali knew better.
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Maybe if her head was not spinning, and her breasts not feeling like they were about to burst, Linda would be able to have a clearer picture of her situation, but struggling to deal with the influx of mammary mass and several dozen gallons of churning milk made it an impossible task. The pain in her nippples alone made it hard to focus on anything else, doubly so when her chest began to graze the ground just as her extra large uniform suffered a catastrophic failure, spilling her breasts out for the whole diner to see. Only the clock turning over to six saved Linda from having a full-on breakdown... and instead sent her flying out of the main dining room and into the changing area, wanting to get as far away from that place and the people in it as possible. Only after shedding the remains of her clothes was the true damage made evident: each milk factory was nearly as tall as she was, still producing a constant throbbing swell of cream that leaked out of her hardened teats in thick cream-colored rivulets. Her breasts were heavy enough to make dragging them any distance so difficult as to leave her sweating, so large that she couldn't do it without her nipples scraping the floor. And to make matters worse, she still needed to find a way home.
Any other time, Linda would've asked one of her coworkers for a ride, but after what she had seen today, she no longer felt comfortable (or even safe) around them. That thought alone made her shiver, not the best of sensations when carrying those kinds of weights on her chest; some part of her feared that the moment she shoved herself into one of their vehicles, she'd be knocked out and wake up inside some kind of holding cell, to be studied like a lab rat while being told it was all for her own good. It was probably her just being paranoid, but after what happened that day, anything went as far as her mind was concerned. Thus, it was after a lot of internal struggle that she settled on a slightly better option: a taxi. Swallowing her pride, Linda had to go through some complicated semantic gymnastics in order to learn how many people could technically fit in one; the driver on the other end of the line was obviously confused about the weird questions over volume and seating arrangements, but he answered them nonetheless, leaving the panda gal, if not relieved, then at least reassured she could fit. Not the best of solutions, but at least there was a door leading to the alley behind the diner, which Linda pointed out when telling the cabbie where to stop; maybe, just maybe, she could avoid any lingering looks when trying to stuff her tits through the back door.
At least no one tried to make small talk while she waited in the changing room. Linda doubted she had the patience required to pretend not to be pissed off at everyone, not to mention the inconvenient fact that she was naked from the waist up and had to spend most of her time trying to come up with some way to make herself at least modestly decent. The solution eventually came in the form of a long sling made out of the tattered remains of her previous two shirts strung together with the third acting as the band between them... all of which served to just barely cover her swollen nipples and squeeze her bosom, hoisting it up just enough that it was hanging an inch off the floor.
She was still having trouble believing what had happened to her, hoping against hope that it was all just a bad dream. From the look on the cab driver's face, neither could he, his expression stuck stunned as his newest customer heaved her massive breasts over to the nearest door and politely asked him to please put the seats down so she could fit herself in. What followed were a very confusing, very embarrassing several minutes whereby the two of them had to work together in order to make the car even remotely accessible to someone like Linda. By that point, her breasts had swollen so much that even her size after the initial growth spurt looked tiny by comparison; each mound was mere inches off the ground and protruded so many feet in front and to her side that she couldn't even see the ground at all. Any motion, no matter how small, caused them to slosh loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable and to wobble so aggressively that her fur itself rippled. Streams of milk flowed freely from each nipple, and she was still growing, still bloating, still filling.
It became clear in just a few tries that there was no way she would fit through the door itself; the seats had to be lowered, yes, but entry would have to be done via the trunk, and even then it required an enormous amount of elbow grease and uncomfortable squishing, Linda saved from getting stuck purely thanks to the liquid contents of her bust being as malleable as they were. Even so, there was no more room left inside the vehicle as soon as she was rolled into place; the ceiling was getting dented by her nipples and any hope of being able to use the rear-view mirror was dashed. Even the driver's seat wasn't spared her wrath, as her left breast squished so heavily against it that it actually overflowed onto the driver, wobbling from side to side every time the car did anything but move straight forward.
The poor man grumbled all the way to their destination, mumbling something about poor working conditions under his breath. It was a testament to Linda's size that, even with the seat pulled up so far that he barely had any leg room, the driver still had to contend with soft, milkstuffed panda bosom hugging him from all sides, bosom that seemed to be growing even faster than it was when she'd been on her two feet. Truth be told, Linda feared something like that would happen; though she was ready to go home, and thus far more relaxed than before, her tits had a mind of their own now, and were probably obeying a set of rules they made up for themselves. She suspected that any kind of stimulation would lead to them bloating harder than before, and was both disappointed, concerned and slightly aroused that she was absolutely right. The gallons were appearing from nowhere, her body more than happy to disregard the laws of physics and just make milk out of absolutely nowhere. She wasn't even growing anymore; her body was simply flexible enough that it never told her milk glands to stop producing, opting instead to stretch out as much as needed, even when it was clear the space around them wasn't nearly enough. Every heartbeat added goodness knows how many mouthfuls to each breast, the car's frame groaning and creaking around her as it began to be bent out of shape.
The trip back home was so awkward that if it lasted any longer, Linda would have had to ask the driver to lower the windows due to her breasts threatening to smother her. Even the poor guy, doing his best to ignore the churning mass of boobs that kept sloshing around his back seat, was hard pressed to avoid looking back at her. It proved to be no small relief when he pulled up outside of her apartment complex and asked if she needed help out of his cab. Linda was torn between answering yes right away and wanting to give him the stink eye for even daring to ask such a blatantly stupid question; she was stuck inside of his vehicle, could barely breathe, let alone move, and the man had the gall to ask if she needed help?! She had to remind herself that it was probably just a reflexive answer more than a deliberate attempt at being a smartass, and even then had to take a few deep breaths before she could reply adequately.
"I-if you wouldn't mind?" her voice cracked slightly, "I'm a bit sensitive though, so please be careful…"
The driver muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a "No shit" before circling around to the other side of the cab. He spent a few minutes observing the sorry state that his passenger was in, scratching his head as he tried to devise a way to get her out that didn't involve asking for some jaws of life from the local fire department. At least she'd stopped growing, so that was a plus; there was barely any room left at all in there. It was in times like those that the driver berated himself for flunking out of engineering school, because what he had in front of him was nothing less than a large-scale project that he did not have the technical know-how for. Hell, given how that woman seemed to defy the laws of physics with how large she was, he doubted anyone had the knowledge required to crack that nut.
Therefore, the only thing left to do… was try. No plan of action, no deliberation, just shove his hands in there and try his best while trying to avoid feeling too aroused by it. He'd kept himself composed by focusing mostly on how much cleaning he'd have to do and how much of an annoyance that entire ride was, but now that he had to deal with a pair of tits the size of the passenger area, it was markedly more difficult to stay as impartial and detached… especially after he touched them. Linda let loose a small yelp, apologizing immediately afterwards, while her driver had his eyes glaze over when he felt how unbelievably soft those orbs were. He had expected them to be stretched taut and lacking any sort of give; instead, he found them to be so pliable his hands could almost vanish into their folds, something he was discouraged from doing after he noticed how much of a mess it made of the carpets.
"Darlin', could you try not to leak so hard?" he called out, trying his sincere best not to sound too confrontational, "I appreciate the lubrication, but you're making a mess of the car…"
"I can't help it, I'm so sorry!" Linda rattled off, her cheeks blushing a furiously bright red, "I'll pay for whatever's needed, I swear! J-just try to get me out, please!"
"Easier said than done…" the man mumbled under his breath.
With his own face beginning to brighten, there was precious little time to act; he would soon be too aroused to do anything but knead those things, so he either had to figure out a way to get his passenger out of the car, or find something to focus on that wasn't how inviting her tits were… and he'd get the latter far too soon. He had been so engrossed in his illicit exploration of the panda gal's curves that he failed to notice that they were still expanding, albeit at a slower rate than before. Beneath the pair of milkers, Linda was fighting a losing battle against her own embarrassment, feeling as the pressure began to rise again. Already stuffed into the car like a sardine in a can, it was only a matter of time until she did some actual damage to it, and she did not have the money to help pay for repairs… which obviously contributed to the stress even more, therefore turning the whole process into a vicious cycle of calamitous proportions. The driver's protestations fell on deaf ears when he began noticing the ceiling was bulging out, and now that he was given something to worry about that wasn't his own horniness, he suddenly wished he knew how to keep his mouth shut.
There was no more time for pleasantries; that woman was getting out of his car whether or not she liked it. Pushing the trunk door as far up as it could go, he forced himself into the back and grabbed two handfuls of breastflesh, drawing a loud scream from Linda, who demanded he stopped being so rough. Figuring she could take it, the driver pulled on her right mound and put all of his strength behind him, hoping to at least dislodge it from the passenger area and into the one spot that still (barely) had room for it. Though it took a hot minute, in the process of which Linda grew even more somehow, he succeeded; collapsing onto the pavement from the jerky motion, he nonetheless could see one enormous nipple drooling milk onto the ground, and, figuring that the other one would soon become too large to move, went right back into it.
Two minutes this time, after which both of Linda's tits were safe and sound on the outside, protruding from an open trunk and dripping gallons of cream onto the ground. Her driver didn't even need to say anything; the panda dropped whatever she had in her wallet onto his hand and hoped it was enough to cover for the embarrassment, with the man gladly speeding off the moment he got his payment, his car oddly rounded around the edges.
Linda looked up at her apartment block, gulping when she considered what came next in her journey back home. It used to be that she liked living on the fourth floor; now, every row of windows looked like a small-scale Everest she had to scale. Fourth floor.
Fourth floor...
The remains of her makeshift bra were gone, leaving her wobbling breasts bare to the world as she staggered through the doors. The elevator creaked heavily when she stepped inside, complaining about the sudden weight for a few seconds and making the panda fear for her safety. The "Excess Weight" sign flashed to life, quickly followed by the "Door Obstruction" one, causing a flush of color to spread over her face.
"Everyone's a critic…"
Left standing in the lift, the flashing light kept the doors permanently open and left Linda exposed, the panda gal racking her brains for what options were even available to her anymore. There was no way she'd make it up the stairs to the first floor, much less fourth, and she was in no mood to ask any of her neighbors for help, which only left... one option, one that she refused to even consider and outright pushed away from the forefront of her mind, declaring it impossible and unworkable. Looking at the elevator, it was clear that it was far too small for her. She could back up into it, and still fit a substantial amount of her breasts inside, but a significant portion of them still poked out, too large to even smush inwards. She had to find a solution… but what? She was helped in this endeavour by the elevator doors, of all things; the system probably figured that after so long being open it should be safe to try and close back up, despite the obvious obstacles in the way. This resulted in the sides of her breasts being pinched by the doors before they realized there was something there… after which they kept trying. And trying. And trying.
Until eventually, she was being milked like a cow.
It felt strange, but in a good way; a really good way, as in a sudden trembling instant the pressure mounting in her nipples gave way to a torrent of milky froth erupting from her like two broken fire hydrants. Following in the example so generously provided by the elevator doors, Linda began to press down on her own breasts, bringing her full weight to bear on them. Kneading and massaging, but mostly just squeezing, the flow of milk from her teats easily increased with each pressing motion she performed, shooting out in long arcing jets, until two streams of white were flowing freely from her fist-sized nipples. Milk pooled around her and out over the floor towards the front door, as she very, very slowly emptyed her breasts out. If nothing else, it at least gave her a few ideas on what to do whenever she got too large in the future; it seemed draining herself was a possibility, albeit one that was surprisingly taxing on her mental fortitude, but Linda would have to find something better than abusing an automated door system.
The panda could feel herself growing lighter, though it was hard to tell if it was her breasts or the pounding sensation in her head as hormones flooded her brain, making her dizzy with each forced spurt of cream. It still took ten minutes of vigorous milking, during which miraculously no one showed up, before the elevator decided she was light enough and kicked back into action. The lift slowly made its way up amidst the protests of metallic groans and unsettling shudders; for a few seconds, Linda thought she was going to get stuck half way between floors, the door remaining shut for far longer than they normally did. Only when the elevator ground to a halt with a final jerk, opening the way to the corridor and giving her a free pass to seek refuge in her abode, did she breathe easy.
At long last, she was alone, the stress of the day finally melting away... but not her breast size. She shouldn't have been surprised, honestly; her sudden growth spurt was anything but natural, so expecting it to follow the rules she made up herself was childish and silly; yet she had hoped beyond hope that her body would give her a break. For a moment, Linda believed that she'd developed some kind of mood boobs, that if she just sat down, took a few deep breaths and relaxed for ten minutes, then the milk tankers that had once been her breasts would revert to normal.
But they didn't. If anything, they just kept growing; she could feel them swelling still, sloshing in a low churning rhythm, their milky production still very much active and seeming intent on bloatingher ever fuller with every passing second. By then, after the ordeal that had been her day, there wasn't a lot of fight left in her; her whole shift had been a nightmare, so Linda was just happy she was finally home where no one could see her finally break down. She was not going to let her boss, Ruth, or that jerk from Rivtech see her snap. She would not give them the pleasure.
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Coming to that place had been the best idea Cookie had ever had. Granted, having to abandon his old home wasn't the easiest of decisions, but after he saw what sort of bounty awaited him in this new world, the snow leopard almost forgot what he had left behind, focusing entirely on the delicious promises this "Earth" had for him. Never before in his life had he seen a place so full of eager prey, so stuffed with people who wanted to be consumed, when before he'd always had trouble finding volunteers to shove down his gullet; now, obviously, a few of these people that he now shared a world with weren't exactly all that enthusiastic about serving as snep snacks, but Cookie was certain that, with the proper encouragement, and a couple of good shoves in the right direction, even the most reluctant among them would learn to love their new place underneath him… at least until they went inside him, of course.
He still remembered his first meal, back when he had first arrived on the planet a few months prior by way of a destabilized wormhole: he found himself alone, in a city he didn't know, in a country he'd never heard of, surrounded on all sides by bidepal, hairless apes who all looked at him like he was some sort of circus freak. A few ran away screaming, others took far too close of an interest for his liking, but in the end, one thing was certain: they were delicious. Almost as soon as Cookie found himself one person who was more than happy to bring him along to their place, as soon as he tasted what these "humans", as they called themselves, tasted like, he knew that he needed to have more; even after he had to stretch his jaw out far more than he usually did, not to mention having to lounge about the now-ownerless apartment for a few hours just to digest the heavy meal, the one thing in Cookie's mind was how much he needed more, and just how much he wanted to grow.
It was an urge that he didn't get to indulge too often back home, at least not without the authorities getting antsy, but as far as the snep knew, no one in this parallel version of his homeworld had the kind of stretchiness that he did, nor were they so eager to consume their fellow sentients for fun and pleasure; presumably, the fact that they were all one species made it more difficult for them to parse such an instinct, or maybe they were just weirdos who didn't consider the partaking of one another to be one of the most exhilarating displays of power and dominance. Whatever the case, Cookie was determined to see how far he could go before anything resembling a government authority came knocking on his door; his, because he was certain no one was going to bother if he just took over the home of the person resting inside his belly.
As a result, he then spent the following several months inviting more and more prey into his home, initially by going outside and quite literally pulling people off the streets when they least expected it. It was so easy to do, as well, seeing as his unique physiology stood so much in contrast to the rest of the planet's inhabitants that very few people could resist the opportunity to see what this was all about; most of them assumed it was some kind of weird marketing stunt, though a few were quick to accuse him of being a "deviant", whatever that was supposed to mean, but in the end, they all ended in the exact same way: inside his stomach, then as padding on the rest of him.
This slowly became a problem the more Cookie gorged himself, because eventually physics had to start catching up and leaving him with a bit more to his everything for each meal that he gleefully chowed down; while most of it just went straight through him, even when he feasted on entire groups and was left so knocked out he spent days resting from the meals, even the smallest of increments had a way of adding up over time, and the more of them there were, the hungrier he got… and the hungrier he got, the closer the snep came to becoming the main target for a criminal investigation he'd heard rumours about.
Apparently, in this world, people actually cared about prey that were eaten, rather than just chalking it up to the circle of life, and the police were, for whatever reason, wasting their time trying to find who was responsible for all the disappearances; predictably, this eventually came back to haunt the leopard, who wasn't exactly doing anything to hide his tracks. In fact, after he became too big to go out without attracting far too much attention to himself, he happily went online to search for new snacks to invite over, which he was certain would, at some point, be found out. Thankfully, this just played even further into his plans, because now he got to have his meals delivered to his new home without even having to work for them!
No more having to entice others with the promise of a hot night of passion, no longer did he have to come up with nonsense about what he could do with his tongue that was only half-true, now he had policemen and investigators walking up to his front door, willing to talk to him, not knowing that the person who they would see after knocking was a ceiling-high snow leopard who'd give them maybe five second to stare before scooping them up and adding them to the collection of prey gurgling in his stomach.
Soon enough, the very home itself would be crumbling underneath the mounting weight of the snep, who hadn't stopped to consider that maybe roosting on the fifth floor of an apartment building might not have been the best of ideas, but he couldn't bring himself to care; if anything, him growing so much from all the delicious meals that even houses couldn't hold him anymore was just a dream come true, something he'd been looking towards for so long that now that he could live it… well, it was just too good to be true.
At times he wondered whether the portal had failed, and all of this was either a dying dream or some fantasy he cooked up while in a coma, but as the panicked screaming only got louder and the rumbling all around him became more intense, Cookie realized that, even if that were true, it still hardly mattered; he was there, he was having the time of his life, and he was about to show this world what it meant to be a true predator, just as soon as he stretched his limbs out and utterly demolished the cocoon of concrete and glass holding him back.
To say that onlookers were startled when he emerged from the wreckage of what used to be a multi-story highrise would be an understatement, because no one really expected the rumours about a "giant man-eating cat" to be even remotely true… and yet, there he was, a positively titanic snow leopard slowly rising from amidst the ruins of a building he had destroyed merely by outgrowing it, looking down at them while licking his lips, the hungriest expression stamped on his face. It was clear, at that moment, that no one within grabbing range was actually safe, that what was about to happen would be the complete and total consumption of anyone that made the fatal mistake of being close enough to be shovelled into the giant feline's mouth, not unlike what had been happening for a while already; that said, it was far easier said than done when one suggested running away, seeing as the general fight-or-flight response for every onlooker was thoroughly overwhelmed and short-circuited when they looked up at something that shouldn't be.
People weren't supposed to be that big, nothing living that walked on two legs could be that big, and yet not only was Cookie clearly there, they were also some sort of bipedal cat person that no one expected to see coming out of a destroyed building. The snep's very presence was such that it was enough to break the minds of everyone looking at him, giving him valuable time to walk towards the crowd assembled outside the former apartment block and promptly grab a handful of onlookers to delight himself with. They were as candy, in that a single person wouldn't be nearly enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger he felt, but they conveniently came packaged with so many extra ones that he could quite literally grab himself a handful and then just throw it down his throat, not even bothering with chewing; instead, a large, somewhat wriggling lump made its way down into his neck before vanishing somewhere just above the collarbone, with a loud gurgle making it obvious when the first victims of the leopard's rampage splashed against stomach acid.
Within seconds, the giant's hyperactive metabolism kicked into even higher gear, not only making short work of his latest snacks, but adding even more mass onto him, the efficiency of it only getting more and more ludicrous the more Cookie indulged in the sort of rampant predatory hunting that he'd been denied back home; soon enough, around the same time as panic truly set in and people began to run away from him, the titan was deliberately rounding people up using his tail, corralling large numbers of delicious little treats before bending down and grabbing so many of them that he had to drop them onto his open mouth like he had scooped up water using both hands, fluid being replaced by a mass of screaming, meekly-protesting little apes who thought that if they kicked hard enough, then maybe they could save their lives. How little did they know that such lives weren't even worth saving; they were prey, things to be consumed by an apex predator like the leopard, treats for him to spend time savouring, each one only adding to a body that took up increasing amounts of space on the horizon.
It was clear to Cookie that he was growing far in excess to what he had expected, especially after he became tall enough to compete with skyscrapers for sheer height, even if he already surpassed them in weight; in fact, he appeared to be getting more out of his meals than he was putting in, with each individual human snack giving him extra feet after a while, rather than just an inch or two. He couldn't explain it, nor did he really intend to, as such a process obviously only existed for his own amusement, that he may abuse it and grow out of control in a very literal sense; sure, it made it slightly harder for him to catch anyone, seeing as he had to rip buildings off the ground and shake the people out of them after a while, but at the end of the day, it all just served to further affirm his full and total dominance over the planet.
Rather than just another snow leopard in a world filled with others who would gladly do what he was doing then, he was unique, one of a kind, a god to be worshipped and given sacrifices to… and if no one stepped forward and volunteered, he could just tear apart entire cities, whole chunks of urban sprawl, in his endless search for more sustenance. That he could grab a skyscraper with one hand and a large factory with another, simultaneously crushing both and having its occupants fall into his open maw as he shook both fistfuls of wreckage apart, was nothing more than further evidence that he had inherited that world, and could do with it as he pleased; even when he began to outgrow his surroundings by such a wide margin that it became almost impossible to even see anyone down below, he didn't stop, for to do so would be to deny his own nature.
Even when he broke through multiple cloud layers and created large, radial cracks on the ground whenever he took a step, Cookie didn't for a second even consider slowing down, much less stopping his now-apocalyptic feeding frenzy. Sure, it did mean he had to resort to such brutish measures as ripping entire chunks out of the urban jungle underneath him and then consuming them wholesale, but as long as there were prey in there, then he didn't particularly care; in fact, as long as he kept growing, kept getting bigger and more powerful, then things were going according to plan as far as he was concerned. He wouldn't stop until he was the undisputed ruler of this world, and this wouldn't be achieved until he reached such a size that he could quite literally loom over it… and, given the speed at which he was ascending towards the heavens, this turned out to be a lot easier than he ever expected it to be.
Before long, he could feel a noticeable temperature difference between his paws, still stuck down near warmer air, and his head, rapidly speeding towards the coldness of the upper atmosphere; that he wouldn't have oxygen to breathe didn't concern him, for evidently he was some sort of deity, and deities didn't need to breathe, they just had to be. Indeed, he simply willed himself to stop breathing after a while and it was perfectly fine, for he had much more important things to do, like hopping into orbit and then twisting himself around so he could face the planet, the hungry look on his face now visible to billions of people at the same time.
He briefly considered just chomping down on the whole thing, cracking open this Earth like an egg and then drinking whatever was on the inside before crunching down on the shell, but frankly, what good would that do? He escaped his world to impose himself upon another, and what was a king without subjects to rule over? Better that he consume just enough that his form would burgeon outwards to the point where he could use this planet as his own personal throne, to a size where he could very easily adjust his bottom on one of the poles and turn the very globe itself into a beanbag of sorts. It caused significant tectonic distress and would lead to large chunks of that world starting to break off, plus it was obviously only a temporary state of affairs before his hunger spiked to such an absurd level again that he'd get up and chow down on the whole thing like he'd just thought, but as he sat there, in those short moments, he felt more powerful than he ever had before.
His eyes fixated on a universe that would be his one day, knowing that his own world was out there somewhere, while his tail lazily swept across vast swaths of the Earth, smoothing it out for later consumption.
Everything had gone far better than expected.
And he was hungry still.
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It started about five years ago, just after I left college. Everything up until then had been perfectly normal, so I didn't really have any reason to believe that day would be any different; imagine my surprise when I spent it feeling like I was about to burst! I'd never felt something like that, it was as if my nuts just suddenly decided that they were going to fill ten or twenty times faster than normal and leave me hanging without any warning, to the point where I had to seriously consider asking my manager to let me use the bathroom a few times during the shift. I'm pretty sure that by the time I left, everyone there could tell my pants were a lot tighter than they had been when I clocked in earlier, but they were polite enough not to say anything. Honestly, the whole ride back home was the hardest one yet, in every sense of the word as well; I almost forgot to close the front door in my mad dash to the bathroom, and once I got there I definitely didn't care if anyone saw me. I dropped my trousers and just jacked off until I was in full flow, and let me tell you, biggest loads of my life. Left the whole toilet with a new paint job, and when I came to I was sitting on the ground still stroking myself; it was then that I noticed something was wrong, because my dick still looked like it was hard, but didn't feel like it. Took me a while before I realized that it had actually grown, mostly because I was still completely out of it and couldn't really think straight. I will say though, when I had to put my pants back on and found out that I barely fit them, that's when I started to panic; I'd heard stories about hypers who entered second puberty before they even knew they had the gene at all, I just never expected I'd be one myself!
From there it was still a lot of work and speculation before I found out what actually triggered the transformations themselves. I knew for a fact that I was going to need to use the restroom to relieve myself more often, so the first thing I did the next day was talk to my shift manager and discreetly let them know what my problem was, and for a while, this actually worked; as soon as I felt myself growing pent-up, assuming things weren't too hectic, I'd head straight to the nearest toilet and empty out, so I kept myself at a stable size. It took until we had a particularly bad lunch rush that lasted all the way to nearly three in the afternoon before I figured out what was wrong with me; imagine my face when I slammed the door shut behind me, jerked off, and then found out that my cock was now nearly a foot long even when flaccid! I had to just rip my underwear off and force that thing down a pant leg, and let me tell you, it was… really noticeable; especially when my nuts started swelling again and my shaft decided to go along with it, I had that thing riding close to my knee for most of the rest of the shift. Embarrassing, to say the least. Worse yet, for some reason I was already full as hell and ready to blow by the time I was supposed to go home, and seeing as I didn't want to get stuck in traffic, I decided to just get dressed as quickly as possibly and run out of there as fast as I could.
That was… a bad idea. Let me just say that, by the time I was home, not only were my nuts reaching down to my knees after tearing through my jeans, but my dick was practically glued to the ground and I was so out of it that I didn't even think it was weird. Just grabbed it with both hands and jerked it until it started to go down, at which point I did manage to shrink it back to… about two feet long, while soft? Two feet sounds like a good estimate, I just know I spent a good ten or so minutes just staring at it before I came to my senses, and even then the first thing that came to mind was what exactly I was supposed to do during the night; I mean, think about it, I had to sleep for several hours, but I couldn't go through a single one without having to jack off or else I'd grow again, so what was I supposed to do? Well, I'll tell you what: I called my boss, let them know in no uncertain terms that I was undergoing some sort of weird hyper transformation thing, begged him for a day off while I got things sorted, then immediately ordered a milking machine out of pocket. If only I'd known that the HAA subsidized those things, I might've called them up earlier…
Still, that night was still the worst one I've ever had. I was going to have to pick up the machine from the factory myself, and was already thinking of how I was gonna have to turn it on during the ride home, but that still didn't help the fact that I had to spend a whole night without being able to empty myself. Took an hour or so before I could actually fall asleep, and you can imagine what I saw during that time… still didn't compare to what was waiting for me when I woke up though: nuts so big they covered my whole bed, and a cock so thick I could actually hug it with both arms like it was a fucking body pillow. Took me half an hour to drag my sorry ass over to the bathroom, and I nearly had my balls get stuck in the door! Another ten minutes at full blast just to empty out, and then I was left with a four-foot dick and a pair of nuts hanging below my knees. Honestly, at that point, I no longer even cared; I just sat on the edge of my bathtub and waited until it was time to get the milker, at which point I took a quick bath and proceeded to run every single red light I could find until the police stopped me just outside the dairy farm. That's how I found out about the Awareness Authority! Had a nice chat with the officer, who was polite enough to forgive me those… five or six indiscretions, and just as I planned, had to keep the milking machine on for the whole ride home; nearly killed my battery, I'll tell you that much, but at least it let me stay small enough that I could drive.
Once I was safely in the privacy of my own home, I plugged the machine onto a socket in my living room, hooked my cock up to it as best as I could again, then got on the phone with the HAA and spent, oh I don't know, about two hours or so talking with them; it was barely mid-afternoon when they sent a team over to inspect my house and make sure I had everything ready to deal with my growth spurts, and spoiler alert, I absolutely did not. They were even nice enough to call my boss and pull some strings, told me I wouldn't have to worry about income for the foreseeable future because the Authority provided subsidies for "new" hypers, especially those like me that just discovered their gene out of nowhere. Unfortunately, this did very little to actually solve the issue of the actual growth, though… to be fully honest, most of it from that point forward was on me. The HAA techs were really nice, they even paid for the milker out of their own pocket and gave me a new one, but… again, you have to understand, it feels really good. Like, if I had to put to words what it felt like to have my nuts swell like that, to have my cock slam against the roof when I know I'm just adding more and more inches to my full size, I'd probably have to hire someone to do it for me, because I'd get too horny and end up cumming my brains out all over the computer monitor. It was too good you see, too good for me not to take advantage of it… so, sometimes, maybe I'd "forget" about using the specialized pumps, maybe I'd "forget" to empty out until it was too late. I'm not gonna say I'm proud of it, because I'm really not; I'm hot and bothered by it even today, but I'm not proud of it.
.. alright, maybe just a little bit. I mean, look at me, I'm massive! And I love every inch of it[a]!
Anyway, where was I… right, right, so, after that day, things just sorta… went along. I couldn't go to work anymore, that much was a given, but the HAA was nice enough to find me a job I could do remotely, finally putting my actual degree to use after spending so much time wasting my time at a register. The best part was, the technicians set everything up so nicely that I could really work anywhere in the house; there are pumps hidden on just about every wall, and they all connect to the same piping system that comes down from the bathroom, so I don't have to worry about where all my spunk is going. All I have to do is get up and go about my day, and whenever I feel like I'm getting a bit too full, I just need to open one of the ports, shove my cock in it and fuck it until I'm cumming my brains out; not exactly glamorous, but it gets the job done. Plus, since I'm working from home and can get most of my stuff either delivered to be by the mail or the HAA, I don't even need to leave the house at all, which, frankly, I'm perfectly fine with; can you imagine me trying to go anywhere with this monster attached to me?
Now, of course the Authority tried to impose some limits on me. Every once in a while they'd remind me that the whole point of them setting up the pumps and getting me the job was to help remediate an unfortunate situation that I had no control over, but now that I could exercise a degree of self-restraint, I had "no excuses" for growing any bigger. Of course, they also let slip that this was a flexible enough policy that they couldn't really do much if I did grow any bigger, since… well, some hypers just keep growing, and they have no real way of knowing which ones do and which ones are going to remain stable. So, like I said, maybe sometimes I just forgot to put the pumps on me, and maybe sometimes I forgot to empty out until it was too late, and by the time I managed to get the cum out I'd gained a foot or two on my cock and balls. It was… heavens above, it was divine, every single time… still is, the last few occasions I had the opportunity to indulge a bit, and the HAA just sort of had to grin and bear it because, well, I'm still a growing baa! What are they gonna do, leave me hanging? Sometimes it isn't even my fault; I think the biggest growth spurt to date was when I gained about seven foot on everything because the pump system backed up and just stopped working altogether, and by the time the techs arrived I was literally bumping my head, the real one, against the ceiling and they had to spend most of the rest of the afternoon draining me down to a more manageable size.
It was around this time that they had to move me out, because it was getting increasingly obvious that my old house wasn't going to cut it anymore. Let me tell you, the amount of bad looks I got when the rep showed up and inspected my size was… well, I may or may not have slightly regretted a few of my actions on that day, if only because he made me feel like I was ten and just got caught stealing from the cookie jar again. Gave me a good dressing down and let me know in no uncertain terms that I was not to push the line anymore, and if I did then the HAA would be more than happy to withdraw their support. Now, I don't know if this was a bluff or if he was being serious, but what I do know is that he said it so straight-faced that I had to believe he meant every word of it. Unfortunately… things weren't really so simple. By the time I got to the new place, I was convinced I had to hold back, because what was I going to do if the Authority stopped funding me? I didn't have the money to keep paying for the house, nor did I have enough cash to get one of my own, not on the sort of salary I was receiving, not to mention the enormous amount of renovations needed to make sure I could empty out properly. I supposed I could make a killing selling my own sperm, but how far would that take me?
But… it didn't matter. I don't know whether or not it was a third puberty or the fact that I'd stretched myself out so often that I couldn't stop now, but what I know is that I was still growing even when I kept myself fully drained at all times. I'd wake up one day and be like, an inch bigger, just enough that I figured it had to be my imagination, you know? But it adds up; let a few weeks pass and suddenly it's hard to really explain away the extra couple of feet you've suddenly gained from nowhere, and then it's an hour-long call and five hours in person with a medical team running tests and confirming that yeah, somehow, against all odds, I'm undergoing a continuous growth episode that they project is gonna last for at least a few more months. It's less severe than most hypers out there, but it was made worse by me having gone so overboard before, so I guess that's the price I paid for the sort of self-indulgent madness I got up to.
But I don't regret any of it; hell, if I could go back and do it again I'd probably do it even harder, really stretch the limits, get me to such an enormous size that I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to. It's a weird life, not going to say otherwise; just getting up in the morning requires so much machinery that sometimes I feel like I'm in a factory. I mean, look up at the ceiling, there's a good reason why there are railings everywhere in the house, and why else do you think I have so many tarps lying about? It's something I have to deal with, but honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
Does that answer your question?
***
The reporter couldn't decide whether to be utterly astonished or relieved that their interviewee, a seemingly unassuming sheep, had been that upfront about their… particular issue. They stood out as one of the Hyper Awareness Authority's greatest success stories, but very few people had ever gotten a proper interview with them, mostly because they assumed they'd be too embarrassed to talk about it at length… but mostly because the HAA heavily frowned upon people treating their charges like some sort of circus freaks. Nonetheless, the channel sent out a whole team to get to the bottom of this particular baa, and what they found was, apparently, someone who was perfectly fine with explaining, in detail, why they happened to be as big as they were. The interview had been conducted in the main living room (or living hall, to be more precise), a necessity when Holly was so massive that she could sit on one end and have her shaft go all the way to the other, where about three or four feet of tip were lodged in a wall-mounted draining pump keeping her well and truly empty. Her shaft was a good thirty feet from base to end, if not slightly larger, and given that the baa's nuts were about half of that in diameter, it was one of the very few times where bringing a boom mic to a two-person interview was a genuine necessity. Not to mention, of course, the fact that everyone present was so immensely aroused by the sight that they had to bring extra people and have them wait outside, ready to cycle with those inside whenever the horniness became too unbearable. Nevertheless, Holly herself was nothing if not perfectly polite, and in fact had prefixed the whole interview by apologizing about the pump noises, quite the contrast with the way she looked, perched atop a throne of her own cum factories.
"You know, you're actually quite lucky," the baa capped off her speech, "you caught me at just the right time."
"Why's that?" the interviewer, a young cat, asked while knowing full well he shouldn't.
The answer came mere seconds later, when that colossal shaft that everyone was avoiding started to visibly throb, a menacing sight if they'd ever seen one.
"You managed to catch me while I was down," Holly replied, her eyes slowly glazing over as a thin trickle of drool began to fall from the corner of her lips, "but I'm sure you won't mind sticking around for a bit longer? After all, you've been so patient with lil' ol' me… I'm certain you'd love to see me at my best~"
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Dream a Little Dream of Me
"This whole thing sounds stupid, Vicks." Kyle slurred a bit, having sobered up a touch while his... his... housemate? That wasn't quite right, since Vicks was the owner of the large residence in which Kyle and a dozen other college students lived in. Landlord also seemed a bit too formal. It was yet another one of a seemingly endless series of things about Vicks that was hard to pin down.
Everyone seemed to have a different nickname for the man who was currently digging through a linen closet for something to use as a blindfold. Then again if Kyle had been named Ignacio Vickers Fawkes III, he supposed that he'd leap at the opportunity to be called anything BUT that. Ivy, Fawkes, Guy, Vicks, you could probably write a book on Vicks' nicknames and their various meanings and symbolisms alone. It would probably take another volume to accurately sum up the man himself. He was... well... Vicks was Vicks. He was just so... likeable. Even if he was more than a little flamboyant and his sexuality could be determined at 100 yards by a blind man from the usual choice of attire alone. Very vibrant, very bright, often very clashing.
"Don't be silly!" Vicks said with a giggle, taking a pale blue pillowcase out of the closet, holding it up and comparing it to Kyle, sitting on the sofa in the library, which actually more served as a storage room than a repository of knowledge since the invention of the internet.
Vicks shook his head, setting his pigtails into flight, "No, definitely not your color."
Kyle just sighed and let Vicks continue as he finally finished his original thought. Vicks was actively digging through a linen closet looking for something to use as a blindfold for some sort of "sensation therapy." It sounded absolutely insane and more than a little bit silly. Though it had been working thus far. It had taken Kyle's mind of last weekend's breakup with his now ex-girlfriend for a few minutes.
Damn it, now he was thinking about it again! It was the reason that Kyle had spent most of the week in a drunken stupor. It just hurt to think about, and now he'd prodded at the whole situation and made the pain flare up again.
"I don't see how a blindfold and a box of props is going to make me get over the worst day of my life!" Kyle sighed, directing a distrustful eye at the large cardboard box marked "Girly Things." Mainly since about three quarters of whatever Vicks was wearing on a particular day could be described as girly things. Today it was a pair of jean shorts and a mid-riff baring t-shirt, both of which seemed more painted on than actually worn.
"No one ever does! But trust me on this, by the time I'm done you're going to feel so much better, like a whole different person! Ah, now here we are!" Vicks said, holding up what looked to be an orange and purple zebra-striped bandana. "I think it has enough pizzazz to make all the hurt about this whole thing go away! Now have you started picturing things yet?"
"No. This is totally ridiculous. I'm getting an engineering degree, making myself an imaginary friend sounds stupid, and an imaginary girlfriend just sounds kind of sad and pathetic," Kyle said, crossing his arms and scowling on the sheet-covered sofa. That bit of bed linen was also brightly colored and sporting a pattern, this one leopard spots on a pink background. Why Vicks had chosen to keep the dust off the rather comfortable leather sofa with this thing rather than a plain old white sheet was beyond Kyle. Maybe it hid stains better, or something?
"Just do it just this once, for me? Please?" Vicks inserted about seven extra syllables into the middle of the pleading word.
"It's silly!" Kyle insisted.
"It may be silly, but I'm telling you right now it works! You'll be a whole new man once we're done! But I'll make you a bet! Either you end up totally forgetting about that cheating hussy in the first place, or I'll pay your rent to YOU for as long as you end up staying here. Deal?"
Kyle thought about it for a few moments and he was sure he had to have misheard Vicks, or that he had misspoken or something. "So not only do I live here rent free, but you're going to actually pay me to stay here?"
"Yup! That is exactly what I said!" Vicks said with a chuckle, brushing a few strands of his long, blonde hair out of his face.
Renting out rooms of the large house, or a small mansion, seemed to be in part income generation and in part method of attracting potential romantic liaisons. It seemed split down the middle between normal college students drawn by the low rent and half somewhat less flamboyant, but no less obviously gay individuals, who were also mostly college students drawn by the low rent.
Kyle was absolutely sure that his sexual interests involved one and exactly one male in the relationship, that being himself. Vicks and the more... colorful housemates didn't make a big deal out of things, or do anything to make Kyle uncomfortable. He hadn't been hit on one time in the semester he'd been staying in the oddly named "Trickster Manor," which Vicks swore up and down was named that because his grandfather had made a fortune manufacturing and selling novelty products.
For the area, the rent at Trickster House was cheap, but a few hundred dollars a month extra would be a nice thing to have. Less student loans he would have to take and pay back. Yeah, not having to dig himself deeper into debt to get an education would be really nice. It was worth putting up with something weird, like putting on a blindfold, imagining your dream girl, and feeling up some items. Probably like a wig or some fake boobs or something. Like a quasi-erotic Halloween game, but without the grapes and hard boiled eggs masquerading as eyeballs.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it," Kyle said a little reluctantly. It still felt weird.
Vicks flashed a toothsome grin. "Awesome!" he said, looking like he was about to jump up in the air and do some sort of cheerleader victory pose. "I'd say I'd kiss you for that, but I have sworn to stay away from the dark side of the gay." Vicks had a rather detailed personal philosophy regarding his sexuality that contained a great many Star Wars references and the occasional bit of mysticism. Though if Vicks could use magical powers to get rid of the heartache Kyle was feeling at the moment, it didn't matter what you called it. Though if nothing else, Vicks would have provided a bit of humor lightening up Kyle's day.
"Okay, so, blindfold!" Vicks said, handing Kyle the bandana, already folded, and then took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, next to the box.
Kyle shook his head and sighed again, and then tied the bandana around his head in a manner that it would cover his eyes. "I really don't see how putting a blindfold on and rubbing my hands over a wig is supposed to make me feel less horrible."
"Of course you don't see, that's the whole point of the blindfold, silly!"
That drew a chuckle out of Kyle. "Okay, so how do we do this?"
"Just sit back, relax, picture the things I ask you about in your head. Respond and be honest with your answers. It's your imagination, not mine. But we're making you your own dream lover, so if you have nightmares about this, it's going to be so totally your fault! Now just relax, breathe deeply, and focus on my voice, okay?"
Kyle drew in a deep breath, some sort of perfume or body spray or something tickling his nose. Definitely something Vicks was wearing. It wasn't overpowering or anything, so Kyle pushed it out of his mind.
"Just picture the things I ask you to picture, keep your thoughts focused on that thing and that thing alone. Just relax, narrow your focus. Keep your thoughts on the rails I'm setting up for you. We don't want a derailment, those tend to be messy and very often really fun, but we're just trying something out here. So let's start out with the hair. What do you envision the absolute pinnacle of loveliness having for length of hair?"
"Mmm, long, longish? I'm not sure?" Kyle said, trying to picture a hair length and style in his mind.
"Keep focusing on that, we've got many options here. We can spend as long or as little as you want on these. I'm going to hold out a few things for you to feel, okay? Just tell me which one feels right, okay?"
"Okay." Kyle said, nodding and reaching out with a hand.
"I'm going to scoot over a bit so that I can move your hands to the touchy-feelies, okay? That's okay? Me touching you like this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you, and don't want you to be embarrassed by not being able to find something. So that would be okay, right?"
"Right," Kyle agreed, feeling Vicks gently guide his hand with his fingertips until they found silky smoothness.
"So run your fingers through the hair here. See how nice it feels. Soft and wonderful. Now just run your fingers down, down, down and tell me how the length feels, if we need to go longer, shorter, or a different hair texture entirely."
Kyle did as he was told. The wig seemed to have... what? Somewhere between six inches and a foot worth of length? It felt too short, like his fingers expected there to be more hair to go through and kind of ached a teensy-tincy bit because of it.
"Longer. Lots longer."
"Mmm. Let me take a look in here. Let's start with something less physical while I'm looking, okay? I bet that your ex was a bit too different, yeah? Some clashing about hobbies and tastes?"
Kyle nodded again as Vicks went through the box. "That's where it started, actually. The big blow up. She hated anime and thought it was childish."
"That horrible harpy shrew!" Vicks said, gasping in astonishment, "So obviously we should start with you, but with a bit more of a girlish personality, I'm sure."
"Yeah, that would be great, wouldn't it? Someone who shared all my interests and hobbies and would understand about video games and anime and stuff."
Vicks chuckled, "Okay, now you feel yourself drifting and floating. You're not sitting on a couch. You're floating up and over all your troubles and stresses. Just float gently. You don't need anything but your hands and your ears right now. So let everything else just slip away, let it feel soothingly numb. Can you do that for me? Just let everything else float away."
"Soothingly numb," Kyle repeated, doing his half-drunken best to concentrate on what he was told. He could barely feel the couch underneath him. But it was a pretty comfy sofa to begin with. It was like floating on a fluffy cloud already.
"Now you're running your fingers through her hair. Not a wig, this is her hair. Picture that in your mind, running your fingers through her hair."
Kyle drew in a deep breath, his fingertips brushing against the presented wig.
"No, no, no! It's not a wig, remember! Run your fingers through it in the way you'd like someone to caress it, if it were your hair."
Another deep breath, the whole focusing and numbness seemed to be working. Kyle's hand moved in a subtly different fashion than before. Nice, soft, and so very, very long. That felt perfect, though he wasn't quite sure how long it was. He imagined himself in the dark by his unseen dream woman, stroking her, and her hand reaching out and caressing him in return. Oh that would feel so nice.
"What color is her hair?"
"Umm... maybe a sort of reddish brunette?"
Vicks clicked his tongue at Kyle, "Dream girl, remember? You've got your imagination as the only limit. You can have any color of the visible light spectrum, maybe even beyond that if you want her to have infrared or ultraviolet hair for some reason. Maybe to have bumblebees and butterflies going "Damn, she's hot!""
Kyle found himself smiling, despite all that had happened. It did feel a bit like his burden of emotional wreckage had been lifted somewhat.
"Red, then. Actual red. Fire-engine red."
"Like something out of an anime. A perfectly natural hair color there. Do you think with liking anime and manga and stuff that your girl would be into... what's that cute guy on guy stuff called? Yaoi?"
Kyle actually laughed, "Yeah, she probably would. After all, I've read my share of... well, girl in a relationship with another girl. So yeah, I bet she would."
"She'd have to give me a reading list, or let me borrow some of hers, do you think?"
"Yeah, she'd share. I bet you two would have some long conversations about the cuteness of guys."
"So would you go with the pale complexion that usually goes with red hair? Pale?"
"Pale. Very pale. Light, creamy skin. No blemishes, no freckles or anything like that. Just perfect, flawless skin. If it's a fantasy, why not go all out?"
The discussion continued for a little bit, with Vicks and Kyle discussing height, build, weight, a few other features. Kyle found himself focused totally on the sensations he was given; Vicks' voice, and the bits of clothing he was handed. A soft t-shirt, a pair of well-worn, hip hugging jeans. It did feel like he was drifting and floating, not quite asleep and not quite awake.
"So what else would she wear? A nice, plain t-shirt and jeans to accentuate her curves? Anything special? Anything you'd see her in and just be overcome with desire? What would she wear that would pull out the animal lust in you?"
"Sexy boots," Kyle replied without a moment's hesitation, "What are they? Leather? Latex? They go up the leg pretty far and have platforms and heels."
"They'll make her ass look fantastic, I know that for sure."
"Oh yeah. Great ass, wonderful hips..."
"Mmhmm! So what would her opinion be on oral? I can tell you from experience that it feels so good, but you might not be into that sort of thing. Plain old vanilla sex for you, or something a bit more spicy?"
"Definitely spicy!" Kyle agreed. "Since she's a fantasy, I'd... I'd... well it wouldn't be something you'd say politely. But I'd want her to just love and adore cock. Anything to do with it. But... classy, kind of? Not like a total whore or anything, just a bit..."
"Monogamously slutty?"
"Well, no, not quite," Kyle said, feeling a not entirely unexpected sensation rising up in his nethers. "Other girls," Kyle said, blushing a bit. "And um... maybe other guys too." He couldn't hold back an involuntary lick of the lips. For some reason that image, of his dream girl with another dude seemed pretty damn hot, hotter than making out with another chick for some reason.
"So just slutty in ways you'd find hot and with permission given. Do you think she would have fur?"
The sudden change of topic pulled Kyle immediately out of the half-aroused state he found himself in. "Fur?"
"There's animal people in those animes, after all. It's your imagination, after all. Here, pet her for me. Perfectly smooth and soft creamy fur, white as snow."
Instead of the flat sample of fur or faux-fur Kyle expected, his mind seemed to fill in the gaps, turning the prop into an actual arm, soft and furry. Boy, did it ever feel good.
"Mmm, yeah. Maybe a cat-girl or something."
"Or maybe she's a cousin of mine or something. Say a fox from the Fawkes family?"
"Heh. A foxy fox from the Fawkes family."
Vicks giggled, a rather pleasant sound to Kyle's ears. "So what would our foxy femme-fox do for you if she wanted to cheer you up? Dress up in some tight, slutty clothes for you? Imagine that you're her. What would you wear to cheer yourself up? What would be arousing for you to wear and your lover to see?"
Kyle thought about it for a few moments, assembling the picture of his vulpine dream girl in his head. "She'd wear..."
"Nuh uh, uh!" Vicks scolded, "You're her now. What would tell me what you'd be wearing."
"I... I..." Kyle's breath caught in his throat as his mental picture subtly shifted, the image he had in his mind becoming more vivid and vibrant, more realistic. "I'd wear a pair of nice silk panties, red to match my hair." His libido was back and fully in command with a throbbing erection.
"Good, very good, that's perfect," Vicks said, moving Kyle's hands to the prop wig again. Kyle brushed away the hair, as if it were covering his own face. He could feel the silken, stray strands up front and organized them nicely.
"A sexy schoolgirl outfit. Black shiny skirt, long enough to leave things to the imagination, and short enough to inspire the imagination."
"Here, feel the skirt."
Once again Kyle's hands were coaxed into position where he felt a smooth, sleek, slick garment.
"Now put it on."
"Put it on?"
"You're standing there with nothing but your red silk panties, after all."
"Ooh, r-right." Kyle said, a bit embarrassed. He was really getting turned on by all of this. And weird as it was, maybe from his member leaking pre a bit, his own undergarments felt a bit smooth and silky. He imagined himself pulling the skirt on, sliding it up his bare legs.
Wait. That... that didn't seem right. He ought to be either a furry fox-woman or a normal guy in jeans. But oh did the skirt ever feel good, it seemed to virtually cling to his cock as it made a tent in the latex garment.
"And your top."
It was all Kyle could do to keep from moaning as he accepted the skimpy shirt, slipping his arms into it and tying it at his chest, leaving his midriff exposed. Oh that felt so much better. Now he didn't feel quite so naked. He couldn't help but run his hands over himself, feeling his sexy schoolgirl outfit.
"Good girl," Vicks virtually purred, and Kyle felt a strange surge of conflicting emotions. He was totally a guy, but he was pretending to be a girl right now. It was all so confusing having two sets of conflicting self-images in his mind at the same time. It was so hard to keep things straight with his cock aching and throbbing as it was. He wanted to touch himself so very badly, to pull out his pecker and start stroking. But as sexy as this was, this was supposed to be a therapy session. He shouldn't be masturbating openly like that.
"Mmm, you look like you're having some trouble with something, cutie pie?" Vicks purred.
"I... I... Vicks... m-my cock... I... I'm supposed to be a girl, it's kind of distracting," Kyle said, feeling himself go beet-red.
"Don't worry about it. There's no reason why you can't be a cute girl with a cock. That's the best kind of girl, in my opinion."
"B-b-b-but I..."
"That's a thing in those Japanese comics sometimes, isn't it? Girls with nice, big, suckable, throbbing cocks?"
Kyle's blush deepened and he tried to shrink away, to make himself less noticeable. "W-well yeah, but..."
"You're a cock-loving tricksy vixen slut," Vicks teased. "Wouldn't it just be so perfect to be a girl with a nice sexy fox dick? So beautiful and feminine, tricking all the boys into fucking her ass, letting her give them blowjobs, jerking them off? Getting them all tired and worn out so that they've got no strength to resist her when she decides it's her turn? Seducing them into loving cock just as much as she does?"
Kyle let out a soft little moan, curling up even deeper into a ball, trying to adjust his skirt so that it wasn't pulling quite so strongly on his cock. He could just picture it; him bent over a table with a cute guy's cock in his ass, milking his member to the best orgasms of his life and then... and then...
"This feels weird, Vicks. I... I don't think it'd be a good idea for my girlfriend to have a cock," Kyle protested softly.
"Why not? A girl with a cock of her own is going to know so much more about them. She'd be able to play with herself, practice on herself so that she can pleasure her boyfriend the very best she can. She knows what's going to feel absolutely wonderful. And best of all, no pregnancy scares or silly prophylactic management to get in the way of more hot steamy sex anywhere and anytime. Doesn't that just sound hot? Going for a walk in the park, seeing a cute guy that just makes you about to cream your panties right there, and then ducking off into the bushes and letting your girl suck you off. Doesn't that just make your mouth water, little girl?"
Kyle found he was forced to swallow a bit more often than usual. Mmm... swallowing.
"Now you need to put on your sexy boots so your outfit is done so you can be nice and sexy for your boyfriend."
Kyle shook his head, "I... I... I don't want to. I think I'm done with the ah..." he couldn't help but bring to mind of the image of a pair of sexy boots with the big slutty platform heels he liked. Before he knew it he'd reached out and grabbed them, pulling them on; delighted with their perfect fit and hefty weight.
"I think we need to name you, cousin," Vicks continued to whisper, voice soft, seductive, and positively gleeful.
"C-cousin?" Kyle murmured; feeling all the more confused.
"A foxy Fawkes fox, remember? I think Kylie suits you, cousin. Kylie Vickers Fawkes. You're a cute girly fox, so we you can have a nickname like mine. I'm Vicks, and to your dearest friends you can be Vicksen.
Kyle... Kylie shook his... her head, it was so hard to keep reality and fantasy apart, what was real and what was imagined.
"Now that you're all dressed up and we have time, why don't you show me what you'd do for your boyfriend, Kylie? Pretend I'm your boyfriend."
"But I don't... don't... don't want a boyfriend."
"Don't be silly, of course you do! You're not a lesbian, after all! You are a sweet girl with the infamously overactive Fawkes libido. Of course you'd have a boyfriend!"
Kyle felt like his head, and his OTHER head, were about to explode. He couldn't think very clearly, his body just demanding sex so very, very badly.
"Go ahead, Kylie, your boyfriend would certainly not mind you playing with yourself, after all. Any proper lover would find it wonderfully erotic. I know what you can do, since you're a cock-loving little cumslut. Why don't you put on a show and suck yourself off for your boyfriend?"
Oh. Oh my. Kylie just about erupted into her panties at the thought of that. She had to gulp several times to keep herself from drooling. She rolled back on the couch, hiked up her skirt, tugged down her panties, her flexible vulpine body twisting with ease to allow... allow... What was... what was wrong with her? There was something off, some strange gap in her mind that she couldn't quite fill.
"Mmm... boobs?" she murmured, her member tantalizingly close to her lips. If she was big enough she might be able to have a little fun tit-fucking herself as well.
"What about them, hun?"
"I... do I have them? H-how big are they?"
Vicks giggled, and Kylie found herself smiling a little bit, "Feel 'em, dearest cousin! Obviously! You are so thick in the head when you're horny, it's so cute!"
Mmm, she liked being called cute. She ran a hand over her chest, disappointingly flat. Or... or was it? She could feel just the slightest rise of flesh around her nipples, somewhere on the border between having no bosom at all and the very slightest, teensy-tincy bust. How could she have forgotten? They were the perfect size for being a tricksy vixen, helping to show to the cute guys that she was most definitely a girl. Even if she was a girl with a cock. A delicious aching cock.
With a soft sigh she slipped it between her lips, hungrily going to work on her aching girl-cock. Oh that was so much better now that she could suckle on it, going from the almost painful (but sexy) constriction to the soft, warm, wet confines of her drooling maw.
"There's a good girl. Now why don't you let your illusion fade away?"
"Mmm?" Kyle murmured, confused.
"Oh sweet, dense, hot and bothered cousin of mine!" Vicks giggled, "Did you forget how to turn off the illusion of being a plain old human and retake your true foxy form?"
"Mmhmm!"
"Well, maybe it will help if you take off that silly blindfold!
Kylie did so, pulling it off with one hand, the other caressing her balls as her body tried to buck and thrust, but could only make the tiniest of motions, bent in half as she was. She couldn't quite recall why she'd chosen to take on the form she'd had, but she must've had a good reason at the time. But now? Now it was being bothersome and getting in her way of a good time.
"Maybe you should take your cock out of your mouth and just lay back and let me do it for you, cousin?" Vicks said with a chuckle.
Kylie blinked and looked over at him, surprised at the way he looked. He was all foxy! Covered from head to toe in a pink-red coat of soft fur with a white underbelly. A number of thick, fluffy tails fanned out behind him. He smiled his cutest smile, his muzzle looking so terribly adorable. Kylie wasn't the only one with an aching member, as he too had decided to relieve the tension by freeing his manhood from his garments.
She licked her lips as she stared at it, the large, heavy balls covered with gorgeous white fur, the pinkness of his member as it exited his sheath. How had she managed to forget about that thing? Gods, it had to have been the cock she'd seen the second most often, after her own, of course!
She found herself of two minds about the situation. It felt too good to stop sucking herself off, but if she was bent in half and unable to think all day, she'd be stuck as a silly human until she managed to calm herself down. And that might take hours. Kylie managed to pull her cock free from her eager mouth, her body still trying to hold on to the pleasurable position, causing the parts of lips and prick to create an audible pop. She turn herself, sprawling out of the sofa, allowing Vicks to climb top her. She moaned softly as their members met and her human mouth brushed her cousin's muzzle.
"Here now, Vicksen," Vicks cooed. "We can't have your hair all caught up in netherspace. If you leave it in the there over night just imagine how terribly tangled it would get!" he scolded, running a leather-padded handpaw over her shortish hair. With a delicious tickle she felt her long, burning red locks fall free from the not-place they'd been stored. The sensations were delightfully ticklish as each strand elongated.
"There, that's much better already!" Vicks said, planting a series of little kisses on Kylie's cheeks and forehead. She sighed happily as the unfamiliar arrangement of muscle and bone gave way to the more feminine features that she knew she ought to have. She ran her tongue over her newly lush, full lips, shivering at the oversensitive sensation things had when they had just been altered into a new shape, or retaking an old one.
Her cousin's kisses trailed down her body, the unassuming masculine build she'd adopted fading back into the proper feminine shapes; smoother curves, fewer swollen muscles, and... oh! That dirty sneak!
Kylie let out a long, drawn out moan as her cousin "accidently" cold-nosed her cock. "Mmm, I'll stop right here for a bit if you can work your proper self out a bit further down. Try doing something with this deplorable flatness, will you? Let's see that cute bubble butt of yours!"
Mmm, cute bubble butt. Kylie had caught the gist of the feelings and sensations, so she had a pretty good idea of what to do. The template for her other form was already there, she just had to reach out and pull it into the real world. There was a little trick to it, if she could only remember!
There! There it was! Kylie sighed happily as she felt her rump expand, her waist narrow, and her backside filling with more than ample padding. That felt so much better; her panties, skirt, and shirt now all fit properly again.
Kylie arched her back as Vicks took her prick into his muzzle, a few little nibbles of teasing teeth and then her got to work with his wonderfully talented tongue, the head of her member rubbing deliciously over the ridges on the roof of his mouth.
Gods, her cock felt so wrong right now. That would be the next thing to go, or to come back, rather. She started with the sheath, letting her balls grow outward to their properly large, full, wonderfully caress-able state. Now her cock. Bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Let it fill he cousin's mouth, let the silly bitch choke on it!
Vicks didn't choke on it, of course! He was used to taking his cousin into his muzzle and far larger beyond that. Though she suspected that he was just the littlest bit jealous that she was bigger. Mmm, so big and wonderful. Kylie loved her cock the best out of all the cocks she'd ever been able to play with. After all, it was always there for her, hard, ready, and dripping whenever she wanted to wraps her lips around a nice warm prick. Whenever she craved to be covered in thick, rich cum her member was always there to deliver a starting load onto her eager body.
She sighed happily as the skin shifted and drew tight, the rounded head of her human prick narrowing and tapering to the very sexy vulpine point, taking on that perfect pale pink shade that seemed a mix of her hair and her fur.
Oh how she loved her cousin! Vicks was such a talented cocksucker. Maybe she would have to ask for a few lessons? She felt a little bit rusty. She was sure it would only take a few sessions before she was back to being in top blowjobbing form!
Oh gods yes, there was her knot! Her oh so sensitive, glorious, big, fat knot! And there were Vicks' fingers, rubbing her in just the right places.
Kylie began to pant, a sign that she was closer to her full on fox-form than the silly human guise she'd picked up for some silly reason that she presumed had made sense at the time. A long howl of pleasure tore free from her throat as her fur grew back in, like the sensation of her lengthening red hair multiplied by a billion. Oh gods, oh gods, and there were her tails! So long, soft, and floofy! One, two, three... only three? She should have more than that! Three tails was what a brand new kitsune with no great deeds of trickery to her name would have! She would have to find the rest later, or earn them back, or something. They weren't important right now.
What WAS important was concentrating on her face, the muzzle was always the most difficult part. It didn't hurt, of course, but if you did something a little bit off you'd have your senses scrambled for a week! You'd be tasting purple and smelling Beethoven's Fifth, or spend a good fifteen minutes sneezing as your sinuses misfired and you had the wrong mix of human and kitsune inside of your snoot.
Oh that felt so good! Her cock in her cousin's muzzle, and her own slowly stretching outward, human teeth reshaping to properly align the inside of a vulpine mouth. She massaged it with both hands, helping to ease the gentle ache of shifting muscle and bone. She shivered as a whole new world of olfactory sensation opened up to her.
And there were her ears again, proper triangular, fuzzy ears with the muscles to move them a bit, instead of those weirdly shaped flaps humans had. That was so much nice, better, sexier. Kylie felt like herself once again, like a properly slutty kitsune cumslut.
Kylie yelped as a sudden unexpected caress sent a bolt of pleasure lancing through her, just enough to bring her to the very edge of orgasm. Vicks, that naught little bitch! He knew that her tailhole was always sensitive once she'd brought her tails back, and it gave her a hair trig....
Kylie's brain decided that it didn't want to think anymore. It had more important things to deal with, like the sweet sensation of an over-sensitized fresh to a newly donned form enhanced orgasm. She could literally hear her balls tightening as she sent load after load of her seed into Vicks' naughty, naughty muzzle.
She could hardly do anything but pants and bask in the afterglow as her still-hard member dribbled and dripped the last of its liquid treasure onto her belly, her cousin crawling up to snuggle. Mmm, a sweet, delicious kiss, muzzle locking with muzzle, just as a proper kiss ought to! And with a generous load of sweet splooge stored in his cheeks to share.
Gods, Kylie was such a silly, cum-hungry slut. She loved her own flavor so very, very much, her long tongue questing to coax every last bit of it from her cousin's mouth and into her own. That felt so much better! But it had hardly blunted her libido or her hunger.
"Mmm, now that we've gotten you properly dressed, attired, and back to your proper fuzzy self, sweet Vicksen, I think we should introduce you to the rest of the family."
"Family?" Kylie managed through her slightly less lustful haze.
"Well, only a few proper kissing cousins, but all kitsune are family here in Trickster House," Vicks said with a giggle.
"Because naughty, hot, raging incestuous kitsune sex is the best sex!" Kylie replied with a twittering giggle of her own.
"Well, maybe I ought to bring them here and introduce them to you. If my naughty cumslut vixen Vicksen makes a mess..."
"...she ought to lick it up." Vicksen finished, licking her lips, eager for more cum, more cocks, and more hot gay kitsune sex.
Wait... a second. It couldn't POSSIBLY be gay! She was a girl, after all! Where had THAT silly thought come from?
The momentary hiccup in her mind was immediately forgotten as Kylie began eagerly lapping up the mess she'd made with her essence.
Mmm... so tasty.
|
Maiden in the Cellar
Once, long ago there was a child born in a far away land, but she was
different from all the other children. As she grew up, she bemoaned
this difference, screaming in rage and fury at the unfairness of it all,
for they teased and tormented her. The other children called her ugly,
and claimed she was the ugliest maiden the kingdom had ever seen.
Children can be mean like this, but she believed them.
So it was that she found herself staring at the mirror one day. She
fretted over the words of the others, tracing the differences in her face
that none of them had. Eventually she threw the mirror, breaking it
into a thousand shards, the precious item no longer able to show her
hideousness reflected. The tinkling sound of the glass were like the
breaking of her heart as she fled, from the room.
She hid down below in the darkness, the deepest corners of the house.
There she wept. For hours. For days. She wept for the humiliation
and the frustration. At first her parents called to her, but she
retreated, refusing to come forth. She barred the door, and she wept.
Days would pass, and there was no sign of her save the occasional
shifting sounds down in the dark cellar.
Years passed. Above the house grew still. Empty, save for herself. And
so, she became a story, the maiden so ugly that she hid herself in the
ground. Deep below, she remained, the door remained barred, and
she lived in a cage of her own making, lit only by the tiny window high
up in the wall. A sliver of light from a world that she now rejected.
The barest hint of the blue skies that she had once danced under, but
there she lay, free from prying eyes.
And so, it stayed that way for many years.
*** *** ***
It happened one day that the prince of the land, a mighty ruler indeed
came forth from his castle and began his inspection of his holdings. He
was a great warrior, a dragon among men, and where he travelled
there were great celebrations.
Every corner of his kingdom he sought out, as if searching for
something her had not yet found. But to all but his loyalist minister he
said nothing of his real quest.
So, finally, he came to the gentle hamlet, full of thatched homes of
mud brick. He studied them all, as the people rejoiced at their lord's
presence, and one caught his eye. It sat, poorly maintained, and rather
decrepit at the edge of the small village. Leaning down he inquired,
"To whom does that abode belong, good councilor?"
"I do not know, my lord, but I shall find out." The minister replied,
bowing. And he went about the people and asked. The people of the
village told him many stories, some of a wicked witch, others of a
winsome maiden, who had hidden herself there. No one dared
approach now, for they feared that spirits dwelt in the walls, so long
had it been since they'd seen her.
At last, her came to an old man, eldest in the village, and he got the
truth. For the old man remembered the girl, and he told the story
aright, but he shook his head. "I do not think you will find a maiden
there anymore, perhaps a crone, or perhaps nothing. For she dines on
moonlight and tears. If you listen in the night, you can hear her weep
still."
The minister pondered this, and returned to the prince, who sat on a
great throne set up for him. Relating the stories he heard to his
master, he gave no council. The prince rubbed his chin, intrigued, and
lost in thought.
The next morning, he strode forth and came to the door of the home,
and he knocked. There was no answer. He pushed open the door and
found the decay of a century, perhaps there was no one here after all.
He searched the house, for it was not large, until he came at last to the
heavy door that led to the cellar. Locked and barred, it denied him
entry. He pondered this, and knocked. If there was another on the
other side of the door, they ignored his requests that they come forth.
Not yet dismayed, he remembered the story of the oldest man as his
wizened old minister had told it. She dined on moonlight. So, he took
to walking about the house until he found a small window near the
ground, the stones around it covered in mosses, hidden by tall grasses.
The mighty prince crept over to this window, his muscles tense, barely
daring to breath. Behind him, his minister watched, wondering what
could interest his master so that he would lay his royal body upon the
dirty ground. But he could not see what the prince saw. And the
prince saw something that light his heart, sending it aflutter. In the
darkness below, she glinted, a faint light in the gloom. Radiant, that
tiny bit of her that slipped into the light. She was a light in the darkness
and in that moment, he knew he had to have her.
The prince stayed in the hamlet many days, neglecting the tour of his
realm. The commoners talked, wondering what could have gained
their lord's attention, captivating him so fully. Each morning he would
go to the small window, and there he would press a trinket through a
crack in the glass, and whisper words of kindness and love to the shape
that moved below in the darkness.
*** *** ***
She heard his voice. The first to call to her in many years. She sat deep
in her darkness, her tears still trailing down her face, but slowly they
dried themselves under the kindness of his words. She listened to him
for the joy of the sound, but deep down she did not believe someone
could find her fair. She was hideous, and yet the trinkets came.
At first, she would not touch them. But soon she swept them into a
pile around herself, and the pile grew. Necklaces, bracelets, rings,
coins, small gems. They piled about her, and each day she would find
another small item waiting for her. The awoke something in her, and
she came to relish them. Soon rings adorned her fingers, and her chest
heaved with the weight of the necklaces that chimed in time with the
rise and fall of her bosom. Every time she moved the bracelets and
anklets chimed.
After many such items had fallen, she felt compelled to answer. To
call back finally. And so it was that with great joy in his heart the prince
finally heard the dulcet tones that echoed to his straining ears from
the darkness. He lay there for hours, and they shared secrets with
each other.
The minister watched all this, concerned. His master had neglected
his duties far too long, and he sat lost in the small world between
himself and the cellar. But his master would not listen, and the
minister dutifully sighed as he marked each new gift in the ledger, and
put stays on royal decrees that piled up in the prince's absence. Yet
still, the prince would not move. The minister, ever loyal, merely
resigned himself to wait.
*** *** ***
At last, a year and a day from his first arrival the prince dropped one
last item through the widening crack in the window. A heavy band,
gold and dancing with jewels entwined in sacred etchings. The silvery
hand of the maiden reached out from the gloom, pausing as she
regarded it. It was large, heavier than any other ring that she now
wore, and she knew it for what it was. Slowly her fingers took it, letting
it gleam in the morning ray of light. His watched and he waited. There
was one place on her yet bare, and this one she delicately slipped the
ring on. It glimmered and flashed as her tail swept into the light,
letting the stones in the ring flash like fire in the morning sun. His heart
leapt.
She had made her choice. The heavy band now in place she stood and
shook off the century of dust as she lifted herself up the stairs. One
step then another, before she reached the barred door. Her fear, her
sorrow falling from her as she lifted it away and opened the door. The
old wood giving way before her claws, the locks breaking even as the
chains of her heart shattered.
The aging door creaked, and the entrance was smaller than she
remembered as she wedged herself through, the walls rubbing on her
scales as she pressed outward into the decaying hut, and then with a
hesitant step out into the sunlight once more.
Her heart leapt as she found herself snout to snout with another like
her. His scales rippling; crimson and scarlet above, and golden below
with great golden eyes that pierced her soul. His horns gleaming like
burnished gold. Her silver flame echoed his fiery red. And so, it as she
placed one claw in his, and he intertwined his tail with hers. They left
that place together, and wed soon after.
It told then that there was a year and a day of celebration as the prince
welcomed his new princess. The ritual and splendor were said to be
the finest of seven kingdoms. And she finally knew happiness and
peace. And the loyal minister watched all this with a faint smile,
knowing at last his lord had found what he sought, and all was well.
And what ever became of them? Why, they are still there, ruling justly
over the land, their tails still intwined, ever in love.
|
The Machine 6:
Frog Toes
Kimmy wiggled her long toes. "Isn't it cool?"
Mary gave an incredulous look at her friend. The long strange webbed
digits waved in the air, faintly green, and certainly not human. "I
guess." She said as flatly as she could.
"Aww, come one, it's awesome!" Kimmy slid her feet under her and
took a crouched pose that emulated the amphibian she resembled
through her mutations. Her hips swelled in the position, and her
bottom stuck out behind her in a manner Mary considered rather
lewd.
"I can't believe you did that" Mary wasn't on board with her friend's
decision to make her 18th birthday gift to herself a new pair of feet,
and knowing her, probably more.
Kimmy threw a pillow at Mary. "Oh, quit being so stuffy, you'd like it
if you tried it."
"I'll pass. I like my feet the way they are." Not strictly true, Mary hated
her feet, but if she did anything it would be to make them daintier, not
larger, let alone webbed.
"Sure, that's why you stuff them in those old combat boots all the
time." Kimmy stuck her tongue out at Mary and hopped up on the bed
in a smooth move from the floor.
Mary had to admit watching her friend's effortless bounce was
impressive. Kimmy's thighs, always impressive form her years of
soccer, swimming, and dance, were now massive. The muscles
bunched under the denim fabric, threatening to split the blended
stretch with their force. Each motion sending ripples across them.
"Can you even walk now?" Mary asked, watching Kimmy settle onto
the bed in a more humanlike pose, one leg draped over the edge of
the bed.
"Um, yeah." Kimmy retorted. She slowly dropped the other leg down
off the bed and levered herself up on the wide pads of her toes, her
heels well into the air. She stumbled a bit, her first few steps tentative
and unsteady. Her hips just didn't seem to want to move that way
anymore. "Okay, so not as well, but I'll get used to it." She conceded.
"And never wear shoes again," Mary snipped. "What about dance and
soccer?"
"So, what about them? I'm done with them. I've wanted to quit both
for years." Kimmy seemed pleased by the idea of ditching things that
were filler for her college resume, and her mother's ego. "I can still
swim."
Mary eyed the legs again. "Yeah, but not on scholarship, you know the
rules."
Kimmy shrugged, "I've got an academic scholarship anyway."
The exasperation in Mary's voice was palpable. "Just, I don't get it,
why would you mess with your body like that?"
"Because I can? Because it feels good? Because it's fun? I don't know,
maybe just to piss off my parents a bit. Does it matter? Why'd you
get that tattoo? It's permanent too, you know." Kimmy pointed at
Mary's hip, knowing that under her pants was a rather sexual tattoo
that she'd gotten. Mary's mother had been horrified when she'd
finally seen it this summer at the beach when Mary's swimsuit had
ridden up just a little too high.
"That's private!" Mary objected loudly.
"Then why do I know about it?" came the coy response.
"Mary fumed as she searched for some answer, "Because you're my
roomie, and you've seen me naked, that's why. Besides you were at
the beach the day my mother saw it."
"Yeah, and I was there with you when you got it, too. I supported you.
So, what's the difference anyway? I just chose something a bit more
visible." Kimmy flopped back on the bed and wiggled her long green
toes again, watching the skin stretching between them. She found it
fascinating.
"I… I don't know, it's just so weird." Mary protested.
Kimmy shrugged, "Look, I like it, so why do you care?"
Mary didn't have an answer. She just stormed out of the room and
headed for the library with her bag. Kimmy knew she'd scored the
win. Just as well, she wanted the room to herself for a while anyway.
*** *** ***
Kimmy listened to the door slam, more than a little annoyed at the lack
of support from her roommate on this. She wanted to go after Mary
and argue, but other things pressed on her mind, and with the room
empty for a few hours she was going to deal with them. Her shirt came
off easily, followed by her bra, but she struggled with her pants. Her
massive thighs with their thick corded muscles gave her almost no
room to wiggle out of them. Her feet weren't much easier as her broad
toes barely let the jeans slide over them, followed by her panties.
Free of the pants, finally, she watched the ripple of the muscles under
her skin, enjoying the feel of the strength they contained. Her calves
were almost as defined, flowing down in the odd-looking frog foot that
she adored. Five long toes flexed at her will, and she giggled as she
watched the membrane of them shift and flex with each motion of her
foot. It made her happy.
Kimmy couldn't wait to try out her new legs at the pool. She'd been a
swimmer for years; it was the only thing she really loved. Now, she'd
be able to swim faster and farther than anyone. Well, except Bethany.
Kimmy frowned at the thought, remembering the news about
Bethany. She'd used the machine just a week before, her body warped
now to that of a buxom mermaid with the tail of a sailfish. Not that
Kimmy had any idea what kind of fish that was, but Bethany had
boasted about it being the fastest thing in the sea. Now Bethany had
left, carted off from her family swimming pool in a net to be the buxom
poster girl for some tropical resort. Officially they said lifeguard, but
Bethany's golden locks, colorful tail, and well, her giant boobs were
obviously going to sell the resort. Kimmy tried not to be too jealous,
but it was hard. Still, at least she could walk, something Bethany would
never do again.
As if to prove the point to herself, she took another hop back up on
her feet and made a few unstable steps towards the shower. Half way
there she gave up and let herself settle down into the frog like squat
that seemed more natural to her now. Hopping was something she
was still unused to, but she found it an interesting mode of
locomotion. It was a very interesting change in her perspective.
Once in the bathroom she pulled herself back up to get a good look in
the mirror at her changes. From the waist up she looked much the
same, with the noted exception of the greenish tinge to her skin
around her areolas and nipples atop her small perky breasts. She'd
debated getting larger breasts, it was common, but they would have
just swung wildly with each jump or slowed her down in the water. So,
her little perky b-cups stuck around. Not that she minded them, and
they seemed constantly pokey after her transformation.
It was around her hips that things really started to change. Her soft
pale skin became even paler, an almost white spot forming on her
lower abdomen and upper thighs, even as the rest of her legs and hips
carried a soft greenish color. Given her natural light olivine coloration
it wasn't too bad a color shading, though she wondered if she should
have just gone whole body with the look. The new skin was very prone
to drying out though, and she had to use a lot of moisturizers now to
keep from feeling dry or chaffing. She figured it was a small price to
pay.
Her hips had taken a lot of the changes, flaring outwards to
accommodate the new muscles of her butt and thighs. Where her old
legs had been just firm, the new ones would make a bodybuilder
pause. It gave her a very bottom-heavy feel as she inspected the girth
and the size of her ass. Granted, it was a fabulous ass, curving
wonderfully with the spread of her hips. She wondered how she
looked when she was in a squat. It must be the queen of all frog poses.
Pulling herself away from the mirror she gave a wabbly step over to
the shower. The water turned on with a hiss, and her goosebumps ran
all over her body. Reaching down she slid her fingers over her soft,
hairless mound, its pale skin split by a darker greenish color where her
lips peaked out from inside. She'd been feeling the ache in it ever since
her transformation. The tech had said it was normal, and had even
offered to help relieve her. She'd resisted her urges and declined.
Now she wondered why. She regretted that as the ache became a
throb, the sound of the water alone stirring up her sex. It was starting
to become demanding, needy. It was why she wanted the time alone;
she was going to need it.
Feeling the temperature reach a comfortable level she started to slide
into the spray, but stopped just long enough to impulsively grab the
small hand mirror for some additional exploration.
The water felt wonderful on her new skin. Its soft patter easing her
feeling of dryness as it cascaded down her shapely form. Kimmy
figured she'd be showering a lot more than once a day now to keep
her moisture levels up. Enjoying the sensation for a moment she
turned back to the small mirror she'd carried in, letting herself explore
her curves, now dripping wet, as she could with the little mirror.
Dropping into a squat again she admired the curvature of her ass, then
turned the view lower using the mirror to examine the spread of her
butt cheeks, and the slight dangle of her dark green inner lips and they
peaked out from her most intimate spots.
"Oh, my God, I'm hot." She said to herself, examining herself in a
variety of poses in the shower. She hadn't been completely aware of
how exposed she was while hopping around, but her backside made
sure anyone who saw her was going to get an eye full of firm,
squeezable ass. She was particularly interested in the way her labia
spread, parting as she squatted down, as if she were ready to take the
next cock she hopped across. A wicked smile crept across her face as
she pondered that. Biting her lip as she realized that was probably
exactly what she wanted. A raw sexuality that screamed out to fuck
her senseless.
Her fingers probed downward, slipping between the fleshy walls of her
outer folds, spreading them wider to reveal more of the dark greens
that they hid, and finally to reach the pale pink tunnel that was already
starting to tense in anticipation. Her imagination running wild as she
dreamt of some guy coming to her like this, his cock rock hard. She
would be ready as he would push her up against the wall, the cool tile
against her nipples, her ass thrust back into him. He would press
inward, his cock driving into her sensual frog pussy. In her mind she
could feel every stroke, her body responding. Her fingers responded,
swirling around her clit as the imaginary cock pressed her harder
against the wall, her finger tips pulling and teasing her inner lips with
abandon. Moans began to tumble from her throat as she let first one,
then another, finger probe inward, filling her imagination's need.
The mirror slipped from her other hand, forgotten against the floor of
the tub as she let her body press against the cool wall of the shower,
down on her knees, her ass moving rhythmically as she steadily
worked her hand in and out of her needy hole. She wanted more. She
needed more. In her haze she looked for anything that could fill her.
She fumbled with objects that she could reach, coming away with a
slender but long bottle of shampoo. Her need was too much, she
pushed the object inward against her walls. They gave way readily,
greedily accepting this offering in lieu of her fingertips. The bottle
went in, deeper and deeper, in and out it slid with her juices. She
clutched and scrapped at the walls, trying to hold herself up, thrusting
faster and faster with the bottle. Her moans turned to whimpers as
her orgasm neared.
Every moment felt like she needed another. Just one more to reached
the top of that crest. She'd lost track of time, but her body didn't care.
It just needed more release as she squatted on the floor of the shower,
barely aware. Her legs began to tremble, their thick muscles flexing
with each wave of pleasure that rippled over her body. She panted
with the exertion as water ran over her face. Choking slightly on the
rivulets that she inhaled, she coughed.
Slowly the waves of pleasure stopped crashing over her, her legs began
to stop their shaking. She lay crumpled at the bottom of the shower,
breathing hard, nose inches from the pooling water. She could still
feel the bottle inside her, and she reached around to pull it out. Her
lips gripped it, almost as if they wanted to deny her the ability to
remove the object of pleasure, but still she managed. It popped free,
leaving her to shudder and twitch one more time as her hole slowly
closed its gape.
The shower had lost all heat by now, but she didn't notice or care. All
she cared was that she was cool and damp, and at least somewhat
satisfied.
*** *** ***
Mary returned hours later after fighting with Kimmy. Taking a deep
breath before entering to make sure she was calm; she turned the
knob on the door. There was no sign of Kimmy. Throwing her bookbag
on her bed she heard the soft his of the shower.
Knocking gently on the bathroom door. "Hey Kimmy, you okay, just
wanted to say I'm sorry."
No answer came.
She knocked again, Kimmy wouldn't be so mad as to just ignore her,
would she? "Kimmy-kins, are you okay?"
Still no answer.
"Kimmy, hey girl, are you alright?" A louder this time, her brow
furrowed in concern.
Silence.
"Kimmy, if you don't answer, I'm coming in." Worry had crept into her
voice now.
There was no and Mary twisted the handle and entered, thankful
Kimmy had left the door unlocked.
There was no billow of steam from the bathroom, not even a puff. The
air was clammy and cool. The hiss of the shower was the only sound.
Mary snapped back the curtain and found her roommate lying on the
floor of the tub, half curled up under the spray of the water.
"Kimmy! Speak to me! Are you okay?" Mary snapped the valve off,
and reached down to grab her roommate. Her head was barely out of
the pooling water, her body chilly to the touch. Ignoring the
strangeness of her friend's new legs, Mary pulled her upright and into
her arms, lifting her from the tub with a great heave.
Kimmy's eyes fluttered slightly, feeling the warmth of her friend's skin
against her own. She nuzzled into Mary's damp shirt, groggy. "Is
better than okay." Her voice came out with a slur.
Mary almost jumped as her friend's face pressed into her bosom. "Oh,
my God, girl, I thought you might be dead! What the hell were you
doing scaring me half to death like that for?"
"Sorry, it was just so good," came the mumbled response.
"What was so good?" Mary asked, wondering if she even wanted to
know.
"The water," Kimmy started.
"The water? You passed out under the water?" Mary said in shock,
but interrupted by Kimmy's soft touch on her lips with a long finger,
silencing her.
"…and the sex." Kimmy finished finally with a sly sleepy smile.
Mary looked down at her friend in her arms, then to the mess around
the bathroom. Bottles lay everywhere from where Kimmy had
knocked them over searching for the right bottle. That one lay rolling
slowly in the receding drain water. The mirror lay on the floor of the
tub. "Kimmy what have you been doing?"
A giggle escaped Kimmy, "Getting off."
"Eww, Kimmy!" Mary screeched, almost dropping her groggy froggy
roommate to the floor.
Kimmy just giggled harder, "You really should try it, it's amazing."
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New Found Faerie
Hope hummed loudly as she slipped into her favorite study cubicle in the basement of the old town library. It was just about her favorite place in the whole wide world. True it was cramped, prone to being far too warm when the light was on and the door shut, plus absolutely chilling in the winter months. But truth be told, it wasn't as much the place itself as the fact that it was a gateway to other things.
She closed the door behind her, wedging one of the two small and uncomfortable chairs beneath the knob. She stood on the other one, using it to climb up onto the table that took up almost half the space inside. She pushed one of the ceiling tiles aside, poking her head up into the gap. She felt for the familiar wingnuts that held a vent on one of the air ducts. They spun off with practiced ease, allowing Hope to move the grating aside and reach in for her real prizes. They were her anchors, her grounds in reality; it was so difficult to do anything without them. She kept items hidden, since no one would understand.
Her parents had staunchly refused to let her get her ears pierced. Despoiling of the body, they said, filled a girl with sinful pride and the devil's temptation. Their precious Hope was not going to be going around with heretical studs in her ears like all the wicked sinful girls. A shiver went through Hope's body as she remembered the whacks with the ruler that she'd gotten for saying that some of her classmates at St. Katrine's had them. For lying, her parents had said. After all, St. Katrine's was the most wonderful, devout, properly Christian school in all of England, according to her parents. There certainly would not be any girls there whose good Christian parents would allow them to so brazenly and openly declare themselves as Whores of Babylon.
You could hear the capitals in her mother's voice when she said it. They had made things quite perfectly clear that Hope was not to get her ears pierced. Hope had then been made to memorize that chapter of the bible where it said something along those lines. She couldn't remember it now; she could seldom remember anything she studied for more than a few days at a time. At least when she was using the methods her parents approved of.
Hope removed the portable CD player and headphones from the vent. She let out a contented sigh as the large pads of the headphones covered her ears, muting the sounds of the heating and ventilation system that shared a wall with her study cubicle. Her humming stopped as the music began, classical, instrumental, no words to get in the way. Words gave her trouble, it took her time to take the words and have them make sense. It was easier to take the words on a page, translate them into pictures, and then memorize the pictures. She could do several things at once; it was very hard to focus on a single task. So she would read a page or two from one subject and then do the same for another as she drew out her notes for the first subject. Hope was thankful that she was allowed to live away from home, out from under her parents' fumbling methods of trying to cram knowledge into her head. Of course she only lived across town, and was only a half hour's bike ride away from her parents, who expected her to stay over every Saturday and attend Sunday services.
Her roommate was a cousin who was having her own tuition paid for by spying on Hope whenever she could. Hope didn't like her at all; bossy, loud, made a mess of the place, and virtually demanded that Hope cook her meals, do her laundry, and pay just about all of the bills from the small stipend that her parents sent. Hope was rather sure she only paid her half of the rent so that her name couldn't be taken off the lease and Hope throwing her out on her ass. Though she couldn't do that. Her parents wouldn't approve at all. Not like they approved of much of anything.
With Mozart filling her ears, Hope could think a bit more clearly, less distracted from things than she usually was. She had long since learned what helped her to focus and concentrate, though she kept it to herself since she knew that her parents would not approve.
Clipping the CD player onto her belt, she reached up into the vent once more, removing other items that helped her concentrate. Despite their small size, they were kind of heavy, and made Hope smile to herself as she slipped her hands beneath her shirt, unclasping her bra. She let out a soft moan as the cold metal of the heavy gauge nipple rings met her flesh.
Her parents had expressly forbidden ear piercing. It was a way for a slattern girl to display her eagerness to be a brazen harlot. Such wicked things filled the body with lust, her parents said. And it was quite true, they did. But they also helped to control what was already there. Without the comforting weight and gentle, ever-present tug on her nipples Hope found that her mind would often wander to sexual matters, even when she should be paying attention in class.
She tossed her bra up into the vent, preferring to go without. Another brazen harlot thing, but one that once more actually took her mind further off sex. She didn't like having things tight against her body. She preferred things short. Short sleeves, short skirts, short socks. But of course such clothing wasn't allowed. So Hope made sure to keep such things in a safe place. Safer than the vent in the library cubical.
Once she actually got focused upon a task, she was actually somewhat good with staying at it to completion. If she set her mind to studying, and if she was allowed to study her way, it got done rather quickly and she remembered the information. She didn't keep her doodled notes; she could always bring to mind the pictures once she'd drawn them. She could even remember notes from years before. Not at all like the forced regurgitation of words that her parents had forced her to utilize to terrible effect. She'd always done as they said, spending hours every day doing the futile memorization of the texts, but she would always spend her lunch hour, when she could, hidden in a quiet place, making her picture notes so that she could actually get acceptable grades. That pleased her parents. Hope had become quite adept with dealing with her parents' strange, illogical, and forceful ideas on how things ought to be done. As long as she did what was proper in front of them and in front of other people it didn't really matter how things got done behind closed doors as long as they got done.
With all her proper items in place, Hope could now go out into the world and function almost normally; though she wasn't going to go anywhere public. Not with her nipple rings plain to see beneath her shirt. The chair under the doorknob was to prevent anyone from coming in while Hope was out and occupying herself, making it impossible for Hope to access the things she left behind. She'd leave her backpack and school books in the cubby as well, she didn't need them this afternoon. The only people that would come looking for her would be the librarian or her cousin. The librarian knew it took awhile for Hope to get focused on her studying, and that she would be off in her own little world and not hear a thing she was saying. She wouldn't bother to start knocking on occupied cubicles looking for Hope. Nor would her cousin, what with so many to look for, she'd check all of one row on one side of one floor before giving up and spending her 'precious' time elsewhere. Charity wasn't all that bright, and could have the location she searched easily coaxed out of her and then Hope could tell her that she was somewhere else that wasn't so noisy.
Hope had gotten a great deal of practice in hiding things from Charity. It was to the point where her parents had discussed letting Hope go off on her own without a tattletale cousin, since it was quite obvious that their perfect and virtuous little girl wasn't harboring any terrible sins or vices. By that, of course, they meant sex.
Everything seemingly came back to sex. Wearing brightly colored clothes, getting your ears pierced, wearing your hair in improper styles, or paying too much attention to it. Listening to rock music or rap music or pop music, watching television, using a computer, reading the wrong sorts of books. All of it would fill a young girl's mind with thoughts of lust and sex and desire and she'd go out and spread her legs for some boy eager to take advantage of her before marriage. Then nine months later out would pop a sinful bastard child.
That was her mother's favored talking point. Knocked up, pregnant out of wedlock, and being a single mother. She ranted and raved about her sister and her sinful godless lifestyle, raising two children and having a job. The nerve! A job!
Of course Hope's mother was polite to a fault every Easter, when their extended family got together for dinner at the same sister's rather large and elegant house. Purchased with the wages of sin, rambled Hope's mother the moment they got in the car and started home.
Sex was something that happened between a married man and his wife, and only then when they wanted to have children. Masturbation was something that had been outright forbidden; it said so in the Bible. Hope remembered the pictures in her mind from that bit, and they didn't tell her what her mother told her the words in the book meant. It confused Hope greatly. After all, her parents seldom read anything aside from that one book, and as far as Hope could tell, they were getting a great deal of it wrong.
The image of God/Jesus (They're the same thing, her parents said) that Hope had gotten was of a grouchy, grumpy, bitter old man sitting up on a rocking chair in the clouds and punished people for doing anything bright or lively or fun. He'd toss out an earthquake or a tornado or a hurricane onto lots of people for 'living in sin,' or coax a wicked woman who wore slattern clothes into the clutches of a not too nice man so she could be "Shown Her Place" as Mother said, the caps once again evident in her voice. And of course not being married, she'd end up pregnant as a punishment.
From what her parents said, it seemed the devil made good things happen to people, while God tossed out punishments and made bad situations to "Test Our Faith." As best she could tell, God bullied and picked on people so that they would make pretty buildings for him, sings songs to or about him, and just in general tell him how wonderful he was. To Hope that god didn't seem at all like someone that ought to be worshipped and loved. Especially not loved more than anything else in all the world. It seemed silly to Hope to put all that effort into loving someone who did nothing but send bad things your way.
After all, her parents treated her just like their image of God treated all of humanity. Hope had a small sort of gratitude, "Hey, thanks for mixing your genes and making me and stuff," but aside from that Hope was rather sure that she would have been better off with just about anyone else as parents. Of course as long as she was unable to support herself, she would have to do what they said. She wouldn't be able to pay her way until she graduated. Thankfully, it was only another three years, two if she took summer classes again, until she had her degree and could go out and get a proper job ("And find a husband" her mother would add).
Hope let out a snort as she stepped over to the small window letting in feeble grey light in. This was why she enjoyed the study cubicle so much. It allowed her to easily sneak out and slip into the thick woods behind the library. Out in the woods was where the real fun began. She pushed the ivy out of the way and darted out into the cloudy, overcast afternoon. It was Friday, and she had a whole day ahead of her for fun.
She went out to have fun as often as she could, the more she did it, the easier it was to think, to concentrate, and to focus on her school work. Life would be so much easier if she could do it in her little apartment rather than out in the woods. But with her cousin so eager to spy on her... as nice as it would be, it wasn't at all feasible.
Hope had been doing this for quite some time now, and she was rather sure it made her mother a liar. She had masturbated time and time again, for years upon years now, and Hope still had the same interest in boys she'd always had. Absolutely zero. The same for girls. She preferred to tend to her own pleasures, and she wasn't sure how having another person involved would make things any better. And after the first time she'd taken biology class, Hope had learned that her self-pleasuring would not result in any sort of pregnancy, which was of course the punishment for pre-marital sex. Unless you were a lesbian of course, then you'd burn in fire and flames forever due to your falling in with the devil and rejecting "God's Plan"; which was apparently to make babies.
Her parents had lied about masturbation leading to a need to have unprotected sex with essentially any member of the male population that happened by. So Hope was quite sure they were wrong about a great deal of other things. She'd find out eventually. But for now she was content to outwardly play by their rules, and have her secret moments of rebellion. As she rounded a corner on the path she slipped silently between two tree trunks that grew close together. She paused there for a moment, slipping off her headphones; remaining hidden for a few moments, just to make sure that no one was following her, or headed down the path. The trail behind the library was a shorter one, not particularly popular with bike riders or joggers. Mostly it was kept in good shape because one branch of it led to the old spring that used to be the town's water supply. Hope's secret place wasn't far from the spring, but with the thick woods and overgrowth it was just about impossible to get between the two. She'd found it ages ago when she'd been out in the woods walking and thinking. She hadn't discovered her ways to focus back then, and took walks in the forest when she was feeling overloaded and flustered. Not having people around always soothed her. You knew what to expect from plants and animals. People could be so weird and random.
After a few minutes to make sure she was alone, Hope continued along her way. It was a few minutes until she found her place, an unremarkable hilltop. Her secret place could be found between three large, flowering bushes that towered over her. Hope easily pushed through the branches, seeking out the hidden staircase at their middle. At the bottom she reached into a hole in the wall, removing a small candle and some matches. She kept the larger ones further in.
She wasn't sure what exactly the place was, but it was made of well-smoothed stone blocks. A long hallway lead to another staircase, spiraling down into the ground. Though the upper portion was filled with leaf litter, the spiral stairs and beyond were free of it. The whole place was also oddly dry, without a single sign of water damage. But it had not been used for ages. There was an ancient wooden door at the bottom of the stairway, the antique latch not rusted in the slightest, and it allowed easy entrance to the rounded chamber within.
Hope let out a contented sigh as she swung the door closed behind her. She held the wick of a larger candle in the flame of the smaller one, allowing better illumination of the room. It had been totally empty when she'd found it, and Hope couldn't think what it could've possibly been used for. The entry door was situated between two things carved out of the rock that were rather like large stairs, almost like big stone bleachers. It looked kind of like the Coliseum in Rome, but there wasn't any sort of pit in the middle, and the walls were more like shelving units cut out of the solid rock.
Perhaps it had been a trophy room of some sort? The stone bleachers went up to the flat ceiling. There weren't any engravings anywhere, just smooth stone. Hope gave the room little thought these days; whatever its function had been, it now served as her pleasure palace. The only item she'd found in the place had been a massive mirror against on one of the walls. Hope had polished it up and absolutely adored it. She had most of her fun on an inflatable air mattress she'd brought in. She could, and often did, watch herself for hours as she indulged all her fantasies.
Oh certainly her parents would have beaten her bloody if they'd known all the strange things their daughter imagined happening to her. She'd be lectured to no end about lusting and committing adultery in one's heart and so on and so forth. But no one knew about it, Hope wasn't going to get knocked up by doing it, and as long as it didn't hurt anyone it didn't matter.
Hope lit the large candles on either side of the mirror, further brightening the room and allowing her to see her reflection.
"Hello, beautiful," she said softly, reaching out with a hand to touch the mirror. She supposed she could see why her parents were so worried. If the magazines she saw on occasion were anything to go by, Hope was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a perfect shade of natural blonde, her skin light and unblemished, her figure quite generous. She had a somewhat lithe build, but she had been blessed with a large bust and generous hips and rump. Her frame seemed ill suited to sport such a large chest, her proportions making Hope's breasts look even larger. Her hair was longish, not long enough to put into a braid or a tail, but long enough to not be mannish or butch lesbian-like in appearance.
Truth be told Hope thought her waist could be a bit narrower, her hips broader, her upper body more in proportion, and her face... well... despite her obvious curves, Hope felt that her face still looked a bit childish. Her brown eyes were too big, made even worse by her overly large glasses. In her school uniform she felt she looked like a child with a grown woman's body. But still, she thought herself lucky to be as beautifully built as she was.
Her plain white shirt was tighter than her parents would have liked, but it was rather difficult to find clothes that fit Hope properly. She was short and narrow shouldered, yet very busty. In order to not be baggy or expose her midriff, the shirt had to essentially cling to her breasts and hang down. Hope bought bras that would hide her nipple piercings when she wore them in school, but without one, as she was now, the heavy gauge rings were glaringly obvious.
Hope grinned at her reflection, cupping her breasts, giving the rings a firm tug through the fabric of her shirt. Her body was well trained, though her loins had been aching all afternoon her sex only began to grow damp the moment she removed her panties, shortly followed by her skirt and shoes. She'd purchased her clothes and toys through mail order, sent to a box she'd rented in an out of the way location across town, paying for them with money orders. She'd been saving money for quite some time, as she often skipped meals. She admired her nearly nude form in the mirror for a moment before grabbing her favorite skirt and boots from a shelf. They were shocking hot pink leather. A triple whammy of being too sexy, too brightly colored and not an approved material. She looked every inch the slattern whore, but she didn't care. This outfit was not for the eyes of anyone but herself. She looked wonderful in it, and felt even better wearing it.
The t-shirt was kept on, but she strapped on something else underneath. A makeshift prosthetic, but one that was rather effective at its task. Perhaps it was her mother's insistence that pregnancy outside of marriage was what happened to naughty little whores, but the combination of a big rounded belly and sexy clothes just flipped a switch in Hope that just made her burn right up in lust.
She added some makeup to the mix, another forbidden thing. Deep purple lipstick and eye shadow, some mascara. Hope wished that there was a quick and reversible way to dye her hair, if there was she'd have done that as well. She looked so sexy dressed up like this, the very embodiment of what she was told never to become. She slipped a finger through her clitoral ring and began to slowly finger herself as her eyes wandered the shelves, admiring her toys. Some purchased through the mail, some makeshift playthings from easily obtainable and innocent items.
Hmm... what sort of fantasy to play out today?
-o-
Hope basked in the afterglow of several hours' work of wonderful self pleasure; the comforting weight upon her belly, the gentle tug of the specially shaped strap-on dildo within her sex, the ache of her jaw from deep throating another one of her toys. Not to mention the uncounted peaks of pleasure she had experienced. She let out a sigh, not wanting it all to end. But she had to be home at a reasonable hour. Though she didn't expect Charity to actually notice anything until the next morning. So she could possibly stay for awhile longer. But... it was better to not risk things. After all, the library had been closed for perhaps thirty minutes by now, and if her parents had called and left a message...
A soft moan escaped Hope's lips as she slid the sex toy from her loins. It was perhaps one of her favorites, giving the look and a bit of the feel of being a male. She loved it since it allowed her to essentially pleasure herself by jerking off. Hope smiled at the mental image. It wasn't that she wanted to imagine being a boy, she loved her curves too much for that, but rather she loved pretending to be something in between. Kind of like a hyena.
She couldn't help but blush at the thought, feeling her arousal begin to burn once again, but she ignored it as she began to gather her toys to wash off. The toy she'd been licking and sucking all evening was not one that had a human shape to it. Hope wondered what it would be like to be mated by an animal, though not something that was fully an animal. Her fantasy had been being taken by something like a wingless dragon, a creature of myth. Something that wasn't quite male and wasn't quite female, something bestial, animalistic, and rough during mating, but also quite kind. She'd imagined herself mated time and time again, filled with seed, swelling with its eggs, each clutch making her more and more one of them.
Hope groaned and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her clitoral ring, which she had been absently toying with. She stood and began the task of washing herself and her toys when a muted rumble could be heard, the ground around her shaking just a little bit. She scrambled for her CD player, putting the headphones on and turning it to the radio setting as she walked up the steps.
"..ceptionally intense thunderstorm, seemingly out of nowhere," the radio said, "Torrential rains and high winds, along with a tornado watch in effect for the..." the signal went to static as a flash of light illuminated the hallway before Hope, shortly followed by a massive clap of thunder.
"...area until 4 o'clock tomorrow morning," the radio continued. Hope winced at that. She wasn't going to brave terrible rains, lightning, and tornados just to slink into the apartment. Charity would probably be stuck wherever she was, and likely wouldn't be home until the following afternoon.
Hope grinned as she reached the stairs leading upward, realizing that with the storm keeping her cousin at one of the usual friends' places that she'd often visit, she could spend the entire night in her lovely little hide away. The very idea made her loins ache with a hungry lust. She began to play with herself once again as she peered out into the storm. Beneath the trees that surrounded the entryway it was nearly pitch black, illuminated only by flashes of light. Winds howled, whipping the foliage into a frenzy. Hope could hear the pounding downpour of the rains, but not a drop seemed to fall where the stones of the unknown structure were. Nor did the wind seem to reach the place, in fact it felt rather warm, warmer than the room below.
Hope knelt at the top of the stairs, looking up at the flicking lightning in the sky. The storm was so powerful, so intense, and here she was standing in the middle of it completely untouched. Primeval energy swirled around her and Hope found its power arousing. She bucked and thrust against one hand, the other tightly gripping a breast. The movements of her fingers within herself were faster than she usually went, she normally took things slow, wanting to draw out her pleasure and not tire herself. But as lightning coursed through the sky Hope seemed energized, her pace increasing even more. She let a loud cry of delight, seeking to drown out the thunder with her own sound. Her gaze was fixed upward, admiring the flickers and flashes that she could see through the canopy of leaves above her.
Her gaze fixed firmly upon the sky, Hope found her mind wandering from thoughts of the storm, and instead turning inward. Her body tingled, almost as if the electricity in the sky was caressing her gently; nature embracing her as a lover. Her mind flashed though her many fantasies, her many lusts, her desires, her dreams, her deepest longings. Nature, it seemed, welcomed and accepted her as its own.
Hope closed her eyes, imagining and embrace from an invisible lover, invisible fingers stroking her flesh. Small glowing tendrils of energy rose from the stones beneath her, following, or perhaps causing, the imagined caresses. Whatever they touch changed, most of the time subtly, but as the time went on the alterations became more and more dramatic.
Hope's scalp tickled, her blonde hair gaining a few inches in length, darkening rapidly the closer to the roots it was. In a few moments her hair was a deep lavender, the tips the same hot shocking pink as the skirt and boots she wore. It was almost metallic, and it glittered in the soft glow of the magical power that infused her. The same purple shade appeared upon her lips and her nails. If her eyes were open and a mirror placed before her, Hope would have seen that they too were now purple.
The tendrils caressed her sides, seeming to cup both her hips and bust at the same time. Hope let out a delighted moan, slipping her shirt off and casting it aside. She wouldn't be needing it any longer. Though she had been generously gifted with her figure, she had always craved more. Not merely content to imagine herself as she was, in her fantasies she was always greater endowed, better proportioned. Her hand went from her loins to her chest where it joined the other, cupping her plentiful bust, thumbs circling over violet nipples, the strange energy arcing between her chest and her fingertips. Hope imagined them growing, swelling, expanding to further overflow her cupped hands. So big, so wonderful, so sensitive.
Hope pressed her hands hard against her expanded bust, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. She let out a howl of bliss as she climaxed merely from the self-caress to her breasts and from the phantom touches to her middle and rear. They too had altered, her waist narrowing, her already plentiful hips and rump growing out even further. With her eyes still closed she did not see that gush of fluids that pooled beneath her. They made the stone beneath her glow, and from that glow came more tendrils of power.
The tendrils, new and old, grew brighter, taking on a pink shade as they caressed Hope's arms, legs, and back. Her hips bucked gently as she was filled with intense, full-body pleasure the likes of which she had never known before. She tugged on her heavy gauge nipple rings as the tendrils worked over her bared skin.
Hope was a tiny person, girlish in size if not in figure. She preferred to stay out of sight and at times found herself wishing she was smaller still. But despite her small size, her mind and heart were well-armored. Despite all that had been dumped on her, Hope never let the world harm her. The energy tickled and caressed her flesh, wherever it touched the skin grew pinker, until after a few moments it was Hope's favorite shade of hot pink. The tiny hairs upon her skin vanished as the flesh beneath them grew sleek, shiny, and smooth. Hope shivered as the sensation from her skin grew incredibly powerful for a few moments before it began to harden and thicken. Armored plates appeared upon her shoulders and hips, covering the outside of her legs and her arms. She barely noticed as her nails elongated, becoming sharp, chitinous points.
The tendrils of power grew thicker, focusing upon Hope's back and chest. She cried out as the energy surged into her, deeper than before. Where it had been merely altering before, now it was creating anew. She was forced to take one hand from a breast and place it upon the ground to keep her balance as she thrust hard against the invisible presence stimulating her. Once more an incredible amount of climactic essence flooded froth from her loins. The stones beneath her seemed to drink it up like they were parched desert sands. The glow spread once more, creating more tendrils of energy to caress and alter the girl at the focal point.
Hope knew now that something strange was going on, but she made no effort to stop it. This was what she had always been searching for, the sweet pleasure her body had always craved, but had never been able to achieve on its own. Her powerful, incredible, almost tireless libido had been thrust upon her with the intent of bringing her to this place, for this moment.
New muscles grew within her chest, making her large breasts appear even moreso. The pink chitin upon her back grew outward, grew thicker, grew round. Small lines appeared upon Hope's gleaming pink shell, the casing parting, allowing her new beetle-like wings to buzz in the open air. Hope panted and gasped, the incredible power continuing to surge through her. Her wing case closed upon its completion, the tendrils of energy focusing upon her head. Hope quivered as something pushed free of her scalp. She couldn't seen the growing additions, but she could feel them, could sense them. To go with her insectoid shell, she now sported a pair of antennae. They grew longer and longer with each moment, their hard tips brushing against the ground behind her. She couldn't see them, but she knew that they sported alternating bands of pink and purple. She found herself wanting a bit more, and then suddenly the straight, chitinous forms seemed to blossom almost like a plant, strands of filament growing from them, each with the same alternating pattern.
Hope was nearly overwhelmed by the new world of sensation that she found, her sense of smell heightened, a general feeling filling her like having a faint sensation of touch extending perhaps a dozen yards from her body. She could sense a handful of animals in the trees around her, all of them seeming to watch her, waiting for something. But most of all what she could sense was the powerful ruin beneath her; a strange sorcerous power that had long lay dormant, waiting for a time such as this, for a new master to bestow its gifts upon. It was a temple of love, of lust, of fertility, and of sensation; looking for a new priestess. There was no choice involved. Hope was meant for this. She could refuse the role as much as she could will herself to stop breathing.
Her antennae curled around one another, the filaments entwining, forming something rather like a braid. The sensation was delicious, but the sense that filled Hope was her sense of smell. Her scent had been changing, becoming less human, more bestial, but above all she smelled of sweet flowers and of sex. She wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck and never stop. She wanted to experience everything she could, explore every single sweet sensation she could wring from her beautiful body.
The energy from the stones beneath her became unfocused, flowing up every portion of her body in contact with them, flowing into Hope's midsection for a few moments before they gained focus again.
There were no more tendrils, but rather a single massive column of energy that poured right into Hope's loins. She cried out, arching her back, the energy pushing her off the ground, making her hover into the air. Her sex felt like it had caught fire. One hand pumped chitinous fingers in and out of her drooling sex while the other frantically toyed with the thick ring piercing her clit, which was where the changes began again. The little nub quickly grew, Expanded, thickened, in a few moment it was thicker than Hope's thumb. The flesh around it began to shift and alter around the changing organ. In under a minute Hope had a length of several inches that she could wrap her hand around. It wasn't a cock, not quite. It was very much like what she had imagined earlier; a hyena-like psuedopenis. But it wasn't entirely that, it was far more complex, far more different, something completely and utterly unique to Hope.
While one hand stroked her new quasi-shaft, the other slipped through the ring on the head of Hope's new cock, and bent back, slipping into the opening on the end. The organ was wonderfully flexible, expandable. Even as it continued to grow, Hope could flex muscles within it, to make it grow wider, or make it grow thinner, make it extend, or make it retract. So wonderful, so useful, so good to caress. It was strangely shaped, almost segmented, with rounded cylindrical segments each with their own set of muscles, allowing Hope to control each portion individually. She could alter the length greatly, making it heavy, thick, opened wide, meant for taking a cock. Or she could fully extend it and make the segments retract, pistoning her shaft inside someone without pulling out.
Hope licked her lips as she saw the base of her new member swell into a thick knot. She wanted to stuff her length into somebody so badly, to feel that knot pop into her lover, assuring that the two would be making love for as long as she desired. Long, thick, purple, glistening with her plentiful juices. It was a dream come true for Hope, a living sex toy attached to her body that could provide so many different wonderful pleasures.
Her transformation nearly complete, the energy of the stones erupted from her, and with it driving Hope to near insanity with the sheer bliss of climax. The energy poured out of her with each muscular movement of her new phallus, thick glowing goo erupting from her, splattering on the ground.
It was subtle at first, but after a dozen climaxes and jets of glowing goop, Hope found herself growing smaller with each new jet of quasi-seed that splattered on the ground. The stones no longer drew in her fluids, instead the glowing liquid began to spread out evenly upon the stones, adding its own purple radiance to the pink that was there, its heavenly sweet scent filling the air.
Hope didn't mind, nor did she care, not even as her skirt fell to the ground, her body too small to keep it on, nor when her boots fell off. She no longer needed clothes; she wasn't part of the human world anymore. She was a part of the woods, the wilderness, a driving force of nature. She would be as big or as small, as well endowed as she would need to be for her lovers.
As the last of her climaxes finished, Hope let out a contented sigh, her back resting against one of her boots, now much bigger than herself. She had no idea how tall or small she was, somewhere between several inches and a foot in height. Her body tingled with new power that was her own, markings upon her carapace glimmering faintly with each new flash of lightning. For the first time in her life she felt satisfied. Truly sexually satisfied. She lay back against her boot, enjoying the warmth of her cum, the massive puddle upon the stones coming up past her tiny waist as she sat flat upon the ground. Hope drew her psuedocock all the way into her body, only the head visible where her clit used to be. She sat in a pleasant daze, for the first time in her life not overwhelmed by one sort of sensation or another, without obligation and need pressing into her from all sides. It was only a quiet, wet sound that made her open an eye.
It seemed that the intense, sexual scent of the cum had drawn a bit of a crowd. A few animals had gathered around the edge of the stone circle, the glowing goo seemingly held entirely within it. They seemed to be watching, staring, unsure of what to do. The noise that had drawn Hope's attention was the sound of a mouse nearby lapping up a little bit of the essence. With her sensitive antennae, she could tell the mouse's scent was changing, as well as her own. She felt her arousal beginning to blossom once more. The mouse looked absolutely huge to Hope's new, tiny body. Well, at least in comparison to how big a mouse normally was. It seemed to be almost the same size as she as it approached.
Hope wasn't sure what to do, and she stood stock still as the mouse came up to her. It nuzzled her neck, seemed to snuggle up against her and then... it entered her. The last few shreds of humanity within Hope almost rebelled at the act. She was having sex with an animal! She shouldn't allow such a thing! It was terrible, wicked, gross...
Well, to a human it was. But Hope was certainly not human anymore. Nor was the mouse quite a mouse. Tendrils of energy rose from the goo around her, beginning to alter and shape the mouse as she mated it. Hope smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her tiny arms around her furry lover, feeling his muscle and bone shift, altering, being coaxed toward a more humanoid form. She'd lost her virginity to a field mouse. So silly! It made her giggle as she lovingly kissed the mouse's muzzle, and surprisingly found her kiss returned.
Soft sounds told her that the other animals apparently had realized what it was they'd been summoned here to do, and Hope found herself laughing, truly laughing for perhaps the first time in her life. The first time she had been filled with wonderfully uncaged joy. So many animals, so many new friends to introduce to sentience, so many lovers to experience...
It was her greatest fantasy come true, and Hope welcomed each new lover as they came. Losing herself in a sea of sexual sensation, the new faerie wondered if her fantasies about pregnancy would also come to pass. She sincerely hoped so.
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The lights blared in the contestant's eyes as a cascade of confetti fell onto the stage, accompanied by the same jingle that everyone there had heard a thousand times before. As the curtains were pulled apart and the audience was given the order to start clapping, the presenter, still carrying their much-too-wide smile, walked out in front, the camera focusing on them with a variety of wide, panoramic shots. The handsome man remained in their spot, waving at the crowd as if he cared about what they were clamouring for, his teeth practically glinting under the studio lights; it was a well-rehearsed spectacle, and one the lynx was clearly not tired of, given his grin was nothing if not entirely genuine.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to another episode of Gains'A'Plenty, where our contestants bet big to win big to be big!"
The last word was drawn out, almost comically so, delivered along with a series of loud musical stings, courtesy of the band playing on one of the sides of the polished wood stage. There were the usual introductions, the back-and-forth quipping that often bordered on the downright scandalous, the sort of thing that happened when one's show was based around… well, what that show was about.
Those in the audience looking at the contestants would see not the usual gallery of hopefuls whose aspirations ranged from the mundane to the downright monotonous, perhaps desiring a vacation in an exotic location, or a cheap set of appliances for their home. They were not the normal motley crew of randoms and averages that populated the gameshow ecosystem to the point of choking out all competition, for Gains'A'Plenty, despite its absolutely terrible name, had found for itself a niche that no other program had managed to dislodge it from: growth television.
It was ingenious, really: get a bunch of size fiends together, put them all in one show, and promise them growth dependent on how well they did on answering a variety of trivia questions and completing a series of inane physical challenges designed mostly for the viewer's entertainment than any self-edification. Make sure to bring in repeat contestants so that their existent gains would get in the way, and it was guaranteed viewership, especially for those who tuned in to watch everything except the actual game component of the show.
Even better was how the programming had been split into different sections, with each one having a very specific focus on one particular body part: you had your breast episodes, your cock and balls ones, the Global Growth specials, and even the occasional "Spin The Wheel" charity drives were the winner more often than not left the program practically unrecognisable from what they had been previously. With plenty of advance warning, it was just a case of the viewership tuning in to whatever they were most interested in, providing a steady supply of eyes glued to the screen, and a steady stream of ad revenue, all for the low low price of consistently poor critical reviews on the part of people who couldn't understand why anyone would watch such "degenerate programming", as it was often called.
For one vixen in particular, however, the show was far more than just a means for getting bigger. It was a dream come true, a way for her to become everything she was meant to be, all without the hassle of paying for genetic therapy or growth boosters out of her own pocket. No one quite knew how the show itself provided for its main prize; those who came onto it had to sign so many NDAs that one would be forgiven for thinking they just weren't allowed to ever speak again. Samantha, on the other hand, didn't even bother reading those; she knew she wasn't allowed to talk about it, so she didn't, and everything else was secondary to her main goal: tits.
For years she'd been flat, and that was wrong. Not unfair, just plain wrong; she knew she was meant to have a proper rack, and she didn't, so that had to be rectified. Unfortunately for her, treatments weren't exactly cheap, so unless she wanted to save up for years just to dump it all into breast enhancement genemodding, her options were either trying to find something through less than reputable means… or going on the show. She'd been a fan of Gains'A'Plenty for years before she finally received a letter telling her she was chosen to be a new contestant, and after she was done bouncing around the house, immediately began drawing plans.
The show's premise was quite simple once one got through the obvious: any contestant who won in any given episode format would be kept for the next one as the "reigning champion" of sorts, with the new batch being given the task of taking their spot. Thus, anyone who succeeded in holding their position for long enough was guaranteed to be given an absurd amount of size for their chosen assets, just as long as they could keep winning episode after episode; given the sort of entertainment this was, no one at home was going to complain about one person taking it all every single time either, with the longest streak having lasted an almost impossible six months before the otter in question grew too large and unwieldy to even move at all, forcing them to forfeit midway through an episode.
For the vixen, however, the concept of giving up was not in her repertoire. She had decided she was going to grow as much as possible, and as the curtains parted to reveal herself in the central stand, surrounded by four, much smaller people in two groups on each side, she couldn't but help but grin widely enough for her fangs to glint under the studio lights. She had been flat, but two months of consecutive (landslide) victories had left her anything but; the show had to provide for special supportive bras just so she could move around at all, and there were talks of moving her up to compressors now that her tits had reached her waistline and threatened to move past it.
Not that Samantha would ever accept such a thing. To her, hiding her new rack would be downright criminal! The only circumstance in which she'd even remotely accept this would be as a temporary alteration during one of the show's physical challenges, and even then this was purely so she could actually compete, allowing her to get even bigger. Everything had to be done in service to, and in pursuit of, a larger pair of breasts, nothing more, nothing less.
Perhaps the best aspect of it was that, the bigger she became, the more others seemed to want to make her grow. There was ample jealousy for her spot, sure, plenty of want and need for her position as the champion for that section of the program, but no one had anything other than words of encouragement for her as a person; even her main competitors were happy to tell her that, even though they were absolutely gunning for a victory, there'd be no hard feelings if she took home the prize again, since, as far too many people pointed out, "any win for you is a win for the rest of us."
Sam wondered whether this was deliberate, and the whole show had turned into one long and convoluted attempt at getting her to be as big as she could possibly be… or, perhaps, she had simply forgotten what one of the unofficial mottos for the show itself was. Whatever the case may be, as soon as the announcer was done explaining the rules of the game for what had to be millionth time, he turned around to face the contestants for the night, introducing all of them bar the vixen herself; she was meant for last, that she may be asked to step out from behind her small podium and show herself off to the crowd… well, mostly her tits, but still.
Once back behind the stand, the show itself could commence. Samantha was lucky enough to have a good head for completely random trivia, and even if she couldn't get every answer correct, she didn't need to; all she had to do was stay ahead of everyone else and she'd take home the prize. More to the point, winning each individual game awarded her with a hefty bonus, paid out not just in points, but in size as well; some might say it made it unfair for the rest of the competitors that things snowballed that hard so quickly, but most of everyone agreed: it was just good television. Watching someone bloat after getting a bunch of random history questions right was the highlight of their evening, and as Samantha slammed her hand down on the button time and time again, she saw her next top-up coming.
She really should've stopped several episodes prior, but there was no way she was going to give up her dream now. Her life had taken several turns already, to the point where she'd had to leave her previous job thanks to her tits getting in the way and no one having uniforms that fit her size. Then again, she wasn't averse to putting her newest assets to good use; plenty of people out in the world who were happy to pay to have a vixen such as herself in their catalogue, and while the thought of taking pictures for money was initially difficult to square with most of her life 'till then, as soon as the first deposit landed in her bank account, most doubts were scrubbed clean from Samantha's mind.
Really, her life had never been better… apart from what she correctly deduced was something akin to a developing addiction for growth. She tried not to think too much about it, but the simple truth was that she couldn't stop, no matter how often she told herself that she could. Waking up every morning to look at herself in the mirror, to measure if there had been any growth at all despite that being impossible, had become something of a routine; her fix was each and every pump of mass received from the show's esoteric methods, her high the sense of weight on her back. She needed it about as much as she needed air or water… and no one was going to stand in her way.
She tried not to let it surface too much, but it was hard not to glare at whoever managed to hit the button before she did, or to scowl whenever she got an answer wrong and someone else had it right. Her score was always ahead, that much was out of the question, but it could be more; she didn't get a flat reward for just being the stage leader, she was made bigger the more points she had, and any question stolen, every question flubbed, was one less ounce of breastflesh, one less inch for her bust.
In the end though, it was all her. In the end, the audience applauded, the contestants by her side offered their half-insincere congratulations, the announcer turned towards the crew in the backstage, and the podium Sam was on descended into the floor, leaving only her, standing in front of the cameras, in full view of everyone watching there and at home, as a screen was lowered over her head with the total tally of her score. Like an odometer, it was reduced to zero, and as it was, her breasts swelled.
It was the serotonin hit she needed. Looking down and seeing her milkers grow, even if they weren't technically full of anything; looking down and watching as her cleavage became deeper, became longer, as the weight tugging at her spine went up and up until such a point as she shouldn't be able to deal with it… but she did, because of course she did. Why shouldn't she? Those were her tits, and she was going to carry them around until she literally couldn't anymore.
And it wouldn't be the weight either, but size. That much Samantha had decided upon: the only point when she'd stop was whenever she literally had to stop on account of her udders having become too large to move at all. She might be a size addict, but she wasn't an idiot, she knew that she had a limited amount of muscle power, and that, at some point in the future, there'd be so much of her slung out in front of her chest that, no matter how hard she tried, she'd be incapable of moving it.
But it was there that she wanted to be, there she wanted to reach: she wanted to become a wall of boob, a vixen strapped to a pair of tits rather than the other way around. And as the points drained into her bust, leaving her feeling like she'd just climaxed on the spot… it was time for the next challenge.
Everything was a blur by then. The first handful of episodes had been spent with a keen sense of awareness, where everything Samantha did was carefully calculated to maximise the odds of success. Beyond that though, she was content with letting things carry themselves; as it turned out, she was decently competent at the challenges the show put up for its contestants, be it trying to fit into increasingly odd shapes by contorting her body, running through obstacle courses while blindfolded, or occasionally snapping watermelons in half without using her hands. It all fell into an indistinct slurry of motion, of noise, of the cheering of the crowd, that only ended when she was pulled back to reality and found herself covered in synthetic slime gunk with one hand in the air and the announcer going off in her ear about how she'd won that round.
And once again, the counter above her head, and once more, the sense of fullness as the silence in the studio was replaced by the low, rumbling creaking of a bust made to swell beyond its natural maximum size, by the moans of a vixen who wanted more and couldn't abide by anything else, by the cheering of a crowd who erupted into hoots and hollers after it was given what it wanted: growth, and so much of it that Samantha began wondering how that otter lasted for six months.
Granted, they hadn't been scoring as many points as she had, but… it wasn't about that. It was about growing. It was about becoming bigger for as long as the show allowed her, and she wasn't going to let something like feeling her tits on her knees stop her. If anything, them being that large just meant she had to put in more effort in the next round of physical challenges, after she was done scoring a great deal more size for herself in the second trivia round. Really, after a while, it stopped being about any one individual question, or any one specific motion, and became the simple exercise of growing; everything led to it, so everything was it as far as the vixen was concerned.
Thirty minutes. That's how long the show lasted, though obviously the recordings took significantly longer. A few hours were spent in between making sure that the lighting was just right, the camera angles were correctly set up, all the contestants were following instructions, and all manner of things that, quite frankly, Samantha lacked the mental willpower to focus on. She just wanted bigger tits, that was all; if anyone asked her if she wanted anything, she'd just tell them to get on with the game. If anyone requested she do something, she would, just as long as it was a staff member: the sooner the recording got going, the sooner she could go back to growing.
One by one, the rounds were filmed and enough reel recorded to make sure to give the people at home what they wanted. One by one, challenges were complete, Samantha staying ahead of the curve even when her body was slowed down by the weight of a pair of breasts that didn't belong on it. The announcer even suggested that she take a compressor bra, but the vixen wasn't listening; she was too busy sinking her hands into her bust, marvelling at how immense it was, hoping maybe that, if she were to rub it for long enough, it'd become milky as well. Maybe someday someone would come up with a show for that; she'd be the first one on the list, she just knew it.
For the time being though, she had this little kingdom. It was her own, and no one could take it from her; even when she had to have two members of staff rush to grab her once she tipped over from the weight of her own bust, Samantha didn't want to stop; she refused to, so much so that she very nearly wrestled her way out of the hold and back onto the stand to keep answering trivia questions before remembering the next round was a physical challenge one. She didn't care; they were points for her to gain and turn into more mass, that's what mattered.
So she sat in the corner, one hand holding a fan pointed at her head, the other practically squeezing a water bottle into two from grip strength alone. Most of the liquid would end up poured over her enormous rack, along with three other bottles before Samantha was satisfied. Only a few droplets would grace her tongue and throat, but that was all part of the plan: she was parched, but she would be sated by more growth. That was her motivation, and the dryness in her mouth was the reminder she needed to know that, if she did well, she'd get her prize by the end.
And then she'd be there next week to get it again. And again. And even more, until maybe, someday, she'd be satisfied.
Or not.
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By all accounts, that was meant to be a perfectly normal day. Even for the two massive hunks who regularly met together to discuss matters of variable importance, the moment they got out of bed was indistinguishable from all other such events in the past: they woke up, they stretched, they tried to come up with excuses as to why they shouldn't have to go to the office that day, then finally dragged themselves off the mattress and into the bathroom to get ready for another shift's worth of mindless, monotonous meetings and boring minutiae.
Really, it was them getting together at lunch that made the days even remotely bearable; while they couldn't complain about the paycheck, they could certainly find plenty of things to gripe about when it came to what they had to do to earn it, especially when it came down to the amount of hours spent out of their workplace having to deal with the fallout of someone inevitably screwing up in some new, inventive manner. The high-flying world of corporate executives turned out to be significantly less glamorous than either Rex or Won had anticipated, but at the very least they still had each other; and, just like every other day, as soon as they had an opening in their schedule to get some lunch together, that was the first thing they did: run back to their cars, set their watch on a timer, and meet at that Italian place halfway between their workplaces so they could have a good hour together where they didn't need to worry about anything other than one another's company.
And, just like every other day, they parked their cars next to one another, got out, exchanged some pleasantries, and promptly walked into the restaurant shoulder-to-shoulder, wide smiles on their faces. It was all they could hope for in a drab and dreary day, hence why the sudden changes that came to affect them went entirely unnoticed for the first few minutes of the transformation. Really, it was almost impossible to blame them for not realizing what was happening; after a whole morning of being forced to listen to yet more boring discussions on sales figures and corporate obligations, being able to talk with someone they truly and deeply cared for, even if it was about the most random and unimportant topics available, was an absolute godsend. Thus, it was only natural that neither Won nor Rex really noticed when their clothes began to strain, or when their pants started to feel tighter than they used to be; they attributed this to mere mild discomfort, the result of having been stuck in meeting rooms for several hours already.
It was, after all, perfectly ordinary for them to develop cramps, especially given how big they were compared to their coworkers; if it was hard enough on people whose offices were designed for their sizes, one could only imagine the sheer degree of discomfort that both the tiger and werewolf had to experience on a regular basis, given that their immense frames made it difficult for their respective companies to fund anything in the way of creature comforts. Tight chairs and tighter spaces, a sharp contrast with that restaurant, which was happy to have a booth just for the two of them, seeing as they at least understood the value of their customers.
Still, the two were there to unwind, not get progressively more upset at their corporate overlords, and so they carried on eating some truly delicious spaghetti carbonara, unaware of what was going on with them… at least, at first. Much as both Won and Rex wanted things to keep going as they always did, the universe at large had much different plans for them, especially since their refusal to pay attention forced the cosmos' hand; it wouldn't do for the two blessed ones to not even notice they were blessed, hence why the changes suddenly become a lot more obvious, at least to everyone else around the two.
Rex and Won were carrying on with their tradition of completely ignoring what was happening to them, even when their suits began to tear and the table between rattled underneath their burgeoning advance; the rest of the clientele, however, had their eyes drawn instantly to the sight of the two growing bodies sitting in the VIP booth: the torn seams on their clothes, the increasingly-wrecked shoes, the way their heads came closer to the ceiling with every passing moment… it was a wonder neither of the two came to see it, though it was very much just a matter of "when", not "if"; even the best perceptual filter couldn't last forever, and with both of the growing giants quickly reaching a point where their clothes exposed more skin and fur than they hid, the two had to take notice.
Of course, they did so in their own unique way, in the sense that they both assumed they were just dreaming; it couldn't possibly be real, and their mornings did go by in a haze, in the same way that one progressed through time in a dreamscape by merely skipping the unimportant bits. It was, thus, perfectly believable that they were merely inside their own heads, that they hadn't actually woken up and what they were seeing was a fabrication of a sleeping mind. It certainly made more sense than the alternative, and if that was the case, then why shouldn't they take advantage of it? Won and Rex were both quite aware of what feelings they had for the other, and though they rarely had the time to go full-out during their real lives, there was nothing stopping them from doing so in this "dream" of theirs; extremely realistic, suspiciously so, but the alternative was impossible, thus leaving only the improbable.
It was for that reason that they both carried on eating, believing that the best way of savouring their clearly-growing selves was to instead focus on savouring their food; it was a game they played, where maintaining normalcy was the main goal, and the imposition of the supernatural upon the universe at large made for the best enjoyment they could possibly imagine. Anyone could stomp their chests and proclaim themselves to be a growing god, and indeed the two of them would likely end up doing so eventually, but it took a special sort of mind to look at one's body, notice it was inexplicably growing, and then carry on as if nothing had changed, all while exchanging glances with the one in front of them that made it clear they were well aware of what was happening.
Plus, their "imaginations" were certainly… quite inventive. For a few moments, both men were even inclined to believe that they might actually be seeing something real, as the amount of detail that went into their burgeoning forms was unlike anything they'd seen in a dream before: every contour of one another's body was faithfully reproduced, with just the right amount of additional muscle mass in just the right distribution to make it seem so real, like they could just reach out with their hand and touch it… so, why not? It was a dream, wasn't it? They didn't have to worry about it setting off a chain reaction that they couldn't possibly stop, because even if it did, none of this was truly happening; if they wrecked through the entire restaurant, it would still be there in the morning when they woke up, as would everyone else there, so why bother holding back?
Rex was the first one to take that step, being far too enamored with the notion of turning into a giant to hold back any further; he leaned forward, both hands on Won's solid pecs, and tried his best to sink his fingers into his fellow colossus' musculature. Predictably, he failed to do so; hard to get any leverage when the muscle mass underneath his fingertips was denser than steel and several times more resistant, sending shivers coursing up and down the tiger's spine as he came to understand just how perfect Won's body had become. Won himself wasn't far behind, though at least he had the courtesy to allow Rex to have a taste before he moved in for his own; by that point, the table separating the two might as well not be there at all, given how easily the werewolf snapped it into twigs just by getting up from his ruined seat.
The same could be said for the wall separating their booth from the one directly adjacent, which crumbled with minimal difficulty after the werewolf pinned the tiger to it (or tried to, at least), resulting in the two of them collapsing backwards with Won landing atop Rex with enough force to create a proper shockwave; the rest of the restaurant jumped at the impact, their eyes widening as they all collectively decided whether they should get up and leave, or stay and watch as the show unfurled before their very own eyes: two giants, growing even larger, absent any decent explanation, foreshadowing, or even the slightest warning, and somehow their heads didn't immediately tell them to run.
There was something mesmerizing about the sight, especially once the two bulky lovers' forms began to intrude upon the rest of the restaurant's floor space, pushing aside tables and chairs as easily as one would breathe away a layer of dust. Indeed, the world at large seemed to hold no barriers for those two, something onlookers only realized when it was a bit too late to avoid getting into contact with them. Then again, being able to touch the growing titans wasn't altogether a bad experience; it might require the bystanders to jump at just the right moment that they could even cling onto the two's swelling frames, but those that succeeded would quickly find themselves nearly sinking into so much raw muscle that their minds practically broke from the strain of comprehending it.
No living being should ever be that big, could ever be that big; thus, they themselves must also be dreaming, for there was no other explanation for such a phenomenon. Woz and Rex, meanwhile, had already forgotten about whether or not they should even care about the reality of their situation; why bother concerning themselves with it when they could focus on enjoying one another to their fullest extent? Why waste time trying to understand what was going on when they could will themselves larger by raw desire alone? And not alone either; the experience would've been overwhelming by their lonesome, but sharing it with one another made it… transcendent.
They were as gods, growing in such an insurmountably powerful manner that even the very building around them began crumbling before the might of their expanding frames, no longer capable of holding back the werewolf's and tiger's unrelenting, inexorable advance outwards. Inch after inch their forms swelled, burgeoning with muscle mass, packed onto itself as their forms were reshaped into the very figure of perfection… or, at least, what they themselves envisioned as being perfection itself. None would get to see it until they made their first emergence, however; while it would've been positively fantastic for them to make it as theatrical as possible, neither Rex nor Won were in any fit state of mind to think about presentation, not when their hands were too busy tracing each other's solid contours or admiring how hard their muscles were, or how much they were becoming denser while packing on additional volume.
There was a low, rumbling creaking permeating the air, as their bodies struggled to hold all that they were becoming, the very cosmos itself fighting against their seemingly boundless growth and, by all means, failing at it spectacularly; it wouldn't take long before the tiger and werewolf duo were smashing through the front windows and giving pedestrians outside something to think about, all while their paws smashed through the kitchen and back rooms of the restaurant at the same time. They seemed to be speeding up as well, which was just as fine as far as they cared; it was a dream, wasn't it? It didn't need to obey reason or logic, so long as it fulfilled their expectations and left them reeking of musk at the end of it from just how heavily they poured with sweat (and other, assorted fluids) for the duration, waking up in a pool of manhood that left them feeling simultaneously overwhelmed and more powerful than ever before.
So of course they didn't care; of course Rex and Won both focused entirely on feeling one another become more and more gargantuan with every passing moment, of course they dedicated themselves fully to the pursuit of further size, even if this was done at the expense of everything around them. Nothing mattered, everything was permitted, and within five or so minutes of the first signs of growth, the whole building they were in came crashing around the two, all the way from the twentieth floor down to the very bottom. The two giants emerged from the wreckage, covered head to toe in a thick dusting of debris and plaster powder, as well as occasional shards of concrete or glass that failed to do anything other than pathetically cling onto them; they were too powerful to be injured, too powerful to fall prey to such simple things as building materials.
They were colossi, titans, rulers of the land, and they were going to make sure damn near everyone knew that… though this was made quite a bit easier thanks to how their new bodies allowed them to project their voices significantly further than before. Either because they had a better lung capacity or how the frequency had gotten so low that it encroached on infra-sound, whenever either of them opened their muzzles to let loose a rumbling roar or a howl, the whole world around them shook and quivered, sometimes in fear, occasionally in awe, always as a result of the vibrations caused by their voices.
They were as thunder, rolling through the sky and filling the ears of any within range, regardless of how much they might try to ignore them; they were as earthquakes, each motion creating shockwaves that coursed through the city and threatened to collapse multiple blocks merely by the two giants existing as living entities that just happened to move around. They were a natural disaster more so than anything else; forces of nature, exemplars of power, the avatars of the raw, chaotic energies of the primordial universe filled with the urge to grow, to expand, to consume, to dominate. All of which, in their minds, was entirely justified, since it was clearly just a dream; they both rapidly broke the hundred foot line, which was obviously impossible to do in real life, leaving fantasy as the only possible explanation.
Granted, none of their dreams had ever been that vivid and detailed, but maybe they were just extra horny that night before bed, leading to such a wonderful demonstration of the power of the mind. Whatever the case, neither the tiger nor the werewolf were about to look a gift horse in mouth, so without much further ado, they both willed themselves larger yet again. It was part of the exercise now, part of the process; they didn't merely grow, they made themselves grow, as a testament to their dominion over both their forms and the universe at large. They wanted to become bigger, so they did, and the cosmos had better learn to adapt to it if it knew what was good for it; the cosmos had better learn how to grant them their wish, or else they would make certain reality learned of the punishment for disobeying its masters.
Thus, while it had taken them both five minutes to go from their old size to large enough to break out of the whole building they were in, they only needed half as long to get to a point where they could easily stamp down on said building with a single paw, and half of that before they were looming over an entire city block with but a singular toe. An acceleration beyond that which they were usually accustomed to fantasizing about, but there was something about the process of becoming giants that truly unleashed something within them that neither one of the two had known was there to begin with; so often had they thought about what would happen if they were to undergo that exact same transformation, and so often did they sit and daydream at length about everything they would do. They believed themselves certain, knowledgeable even, of a process they could never go through.
Yet now, with the reality of it sinking in (in a certain way, at least), both Won and Rex were becoming acutely aware that they were not prepared for the sort of sensation overload that came with the kind of growth they were experiencing, so much so that part of them began wondering if what they were going through wasn't… real.
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Diva's Devolution
Brooke stepped off the elevator, unable to keep the wide grin from her face, as she often did as of late. She could scarcely believe that the penthouse apartment in which she lived was truly hers... actually hers, with her name on the papers and everything! She'd been very, very lucky.
She shuddered to think about the run down dump she used to live in. In three months she'd rebuilt her life from the ground up. Looking at her now no one could possibly link Brooke with the person she used to be. A person who was six inches shorter, a hundred pounds heavier, and being overworked and underpaid in a restaurant that was going under.
Brooke had been employed at that place since she was in her teens; she'd never had another job- and it was because of her pay (or lack thereof), and her desperation for sorely lacking rent and food money, that she'd gone to the one place in Megalopolis where you could get good money easily; the underground metahumans betting circuit.
There were always all sorts of illicit things going on. If you had some of the right powers, you could fight for the amusement of the crowds in no rules brawls. You could also offer your healing touch for exorbitant rates on the sidelines... or... if you had something interesting about you, like blue skin, a tail, six arms, two butts, or anything like that there were the strip clubs, then the brothels if you wanted to take a step up in risk and reward.
About a step up (or down, depending on how one looked at it) from the brothels was what Brooke had chosen. Ten thousand bucks, no questions asked playing what was referred to as Blue Roulette. Four contestants, four glowing vials of syrupy blue liquid. No one knew what the hell it was, or how the event's host obtained it... but everyone knew what it did:
Blue Roulette gave you super powers.
There was a one in four chance, or so, of getting some high grade abilities, like flight, invulnerability, or any of the various elemental manipulations. Abilities that screamed "Wear tights and use me to fight crime or rob banks!"
One also had about a one in four chance of picking up something minor instead, like the ability to turn anything you touch blue, or being able to sense plastic, or telekinetically manipulate curtain rods.
However... with great rewards came great risks.
There was a one in four chance of coming out of it with some sort of physical alterations. Changes in skin color or hair color, all the way up to new limbs and in one case having your lungs replaced by gills.
Finally, there was also the worst outcome; the one in four chance of having one's body so incredibly and terribly altered that they would never be able to pass for human. Most people who suffered this fate were 'purchased' by collectors of oddities, mad scientists, supervillains in need of monsters to guard their lairs, and so forth.
Brooke's group of four had been lucky, and were the recipients of boos from the crowd. She'd stood beneath a spotlight, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, along with three others. They'd all downed the Blue Roulette, which Brooke thought combined the worst features of cough syrup, hot maple syrup, and blueberry Jell-O.
The two guys opposite Brooke had their powers known immediately: fire and ice powers. The first had his hair replaced by burning green flames, and his buddy had purple-ish ice form over his body.
The girl next to Brooke had sprouted a pair of angelic wings.
And Brooke? Brooke had no such immediate outward display of her abilities.
She'd happily taken the ten thousand dollar prize that was paid to the 'survivors', lamenting her lack of 'cool powers' at first... but that same day, people started being nicer to her for some reason, and soon afterwards, actually starting flirting with her!
Apparently, it turned out that Brooke's body had started producing some kind of pheromone that had an attracting quality to it, and not only that but she could exert some sort of psychic influence over anyone affected enough by it.
She'd paid for the penthouse, her trips to the body reshaper, and just about everything else from her brand new lifestyle by getting close to some rich guy and setting herself up as his mistress... and the best part of it all was that she didn't even have to fuck them. "Walk on the treadmill for three hours and then leave believing that we spent those three hours having the best sex of your life" was her usual method. Brooke had made herself essentially a stealth personal trainer, the thought of it still made her giggle inside.
As time went on, her gift seemed to only grow stronger. She was the center of attention wherever she went and she'd reached the point where some of the other women in her new social circle were starting to try and get in her pants. Usually prefaced by "I've never felt like this about another woman before, but..."
Entering her penthouse, Brooke kicked off her shoes and began to strip as she moved to the sliding glass door that led out onto her rooftop garden. She couldn't wait to slip into her hot tub and watch the view of the sun setting over the river. After her final piece of clothing fell to the floor, she opened the sliding door and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet, floral scents of the nearby flowers, though they seemed a bit stronger than usual.
It took a few moments for the water to heat, and Brooke hummed happily to herself as she waited, leaning over the tub and feeling the water. That sweet scent was getting stronger, and it seemed to have a bit of an effect upon her: her body felt warm, and her skin had become flush with increased blood flow. When the warmth spread to her loins, she gasped softly, blushing.
"Sssuch a pretty little thing," an odd voice suddenly hissed from behind her, "So pretty and lucky. Drinking the blue and getting to be beautiful."
Brooke spun to face the source and her eyes went wide at the sight. A tall, well-muscled woman stood behind her, a grin upon her face showing overly large canines. Her skin, where it was skin, was a pale blue in shade, and her slitted eyes glowed an unnatural shade of blue: a Blue Roulette mutant.
The human opened her mouth to give voice to a command, but the mutant's scaled hand quickly covered it. "No, no, pretty. That will not do. I know how your gift works; such a lovely power. Better than mine in most cases. You can have power over any mind that lives and breathes. But me? I can't control the mind. All I can do is control the power. Control the Blue."
The creature's tongue traced over Brooke's cheek, causing intense tingling as it did so. "I can even turn your own power against you. That arousal you felt? That's the same effect you have on others, on me. The first time I caught your sweet scent, I wanted to just pounce on you and bend you over a table right then and there. But I think a nice, secluded hot tub would be more romantic. All the best for my little pretty."
The creature backed away, taking her hand from Brooke's mouth. The human began to fumble with her words, wracking her brain to try and figure out a possible command that would get her out of this situation.
"No, no," the creature scolded, her voice taking on an odd harmonic, "No talking. No screaming. No loud noises."
Brooke's words immediately dried up. The feeling was strange, like her brain just didn't want to work anymore with regards to her voice... or like she'd forgotten how to speak entirely. After a few moments Brooke became rather puzzled, not quite sure what she'd been trying to do with her mouth. She turned, seeing her opportunity to get away from the invader that had done something terrible to her, though she couldn't quite lay her finger on what it was.
"And no running away either." The creature said with a giggle, a sound that did not fit her nearly seven foot frame.
Brooke stumbled in mid stride, wind-milling her arms to try and regain her balance. Catching herself on the rim of the spa, she turned and looked back at the creature, confused and afraid. It loomed over her from a height of seven feet, well-muscled and broad in the shoulders... but despite the size, it definitely sported a feminine figure with its narrow waist, equally wide hips, and large breasts.
The creature sighed happily as she tossed aside the large trench coat that had been covering up her altered body. She looked like she was about to tear through the shirt and skirt she wore- the clothes were so small. Brooke could see the creature's nipples straining at the fabric of the shirt as well as... something else.
Her eyes widened at the sight of that 'something else' straining at the fabric of the skirt. The lizard-woman followed her gaze and grinned, and then with a minimum of effort tore the clothing from her body. She chuckled and turned slowly, allowing Brooke to look over every inch of her.
Her arms and legs sported leathery, gleaming navy scales below the elbows and knees as well as following the outsides of her upper arms and legs to the point where they tapered off at her shoulders and hips. Her tail, a good four or five feet of heavy muscle, was similarly adorned with the underside a smooth pale shade of blue skin and the upper portion shiny layered scales.
Two small rows of alligator-like scutes adorned her back and tail, leading up into long, platinum blonde hair out of which a pair of pointed ears protruded. She looked powerful, bestial, and beautiful. Brooke found herself blushing a bit and feeling her arousal spiking. She was unable to keep the creature's cock out of her mind and every time she looked away or tried to close her eyes, Brooke found herself picturing it in her mind and then staring once again at its... beauty.
It was large, thick, black, and alien looking. It seemed like something out of HR Giger's wet dreams, or perhaps Mother Nature's, as Brooke wasn't all that familiar with non-human cocks. The subject had never come up before. Try as she might Brooke couldn't stop thinking about it, the way it glistened with arousal, glowing blue pre dripping from the tip. It looked like... like...
"Like I said, pretty, I control the Blue." She said with a grin, taking a seat on the rim of the hot tub, patting a spot beside her for Brooke to join. The human hesitated but she couldn't think of any other option than to approach, get up, and sit beside the mutant.
"There's a good girl," the creature said, placing an arm around Brooke's shoulders. "I drank the Blue awhile ago. It made me powerful and it made me beautiful. And I can give my gifts to others."
"You've had your body altered, not by the blue, in order to make it more beautiful. But you're so lucky; I can make you pretty too. Pretty like me." She purred, her fingertips playing with Brooke's hair.
"Mmm, such a pretty, sexy girl you are. With your sweet, sweet power that makes my cock drool just for you. Mmm... you drank the blue once before looking for money and hoping for power. No need to hope this time. Drink the blue and I'll make you as powerful and beautiful as I am." she hissed, looking down at her drooling foot and a half long length.
Brooke felt tears rising in her eyes. She didn't want anything the lizard-woman had to offer. Taking a chance with Blue Roulette once and getting lucky was enough for her. But the creature said she could control it, which would mean that it wasn't random, and making her 'beautiful' like the lizard could only mean mutation.
Unable to flee, she could only turn her gaze away, only to find the lizard gripping her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to guide her gaze back down to her cock. Brooke found her mouth watering at the sight, and her loins aching and throbbing. She managed a small whimper.
"...And this is just after a few minutes of being exposed to your scent on full power. Just imagine the longing that would be felt after hours upon hours." The creature purred, her voice taking on that strange tone once more.
The human found herself forced to imagine it, and not merely imagining it, but experiencing it. She found herself lusting after the creature beside her, unable to think of anything but that glistening, dripping, alien cock, in her hands, between her legs, in her mouth, it didn't matter to Brooke, just as long as she could play with it.
"Go ahead, pretty. Drink all you want." The lizard whispered. Brooke let out a soft sob, horrified, relieved, and confused all at the same time. She leaned over and in and instant had the creature's cock in her mouth. The egg-shaped head just barely managed to fit, spreading her mouth wide and immediately causing her jaw to ache, but the discomfort was nothing in comparison to the relief she felt with finally being able to interact with the object of her lust and desire.
The lizard's pre tasted much better than Brooke remembered Blue Roulette to taste like and she found herself gulping it down eagerly, almost hungrily. "Mmm, the first taste is always the worst. The more you have, the more you'll want. More power, more changes, more beauty..."
Brooke whimpered softly at the sensation of the thick precum coating her throat and stomach, the prickly, icy-hot sensation spreading through her body for a moment. "Yes, drink it all down, pretty girl, drink and let it make you gorgeous."
She couldn't help but drink it all down; she had begun to take more of the creature's cock into her mouth, the small, round bumps on the underside rubbing over her lower lip and tongue. Brooke found one hand going to her loins, her fingers slipping into her dripping depths as she imagine what that cock would feel like being thrust into her.
Soon, everything felt funny: the inside of her sex, her clit as she brushed over, it, her fingertips, even her fingers themselves. Brooke opened her eyes and began stroking the length of bestial cock that she couldn't fit down her throat with her other hand, her skin already beginning to change color around the veins.
The tiny hairs upon her skin receded or fell away entirely as Brooke began her transformation into some kind of mutant lizard. Her rational mind told her that it was wrong, that it was something terrible and unwanted. But her more instinctual side told her that it was a good thing, a gift, after all she was becoming closer in form to the object of her lust and desire.
The mental image of herself completely altered was enough to make a sort of climax rock Brooke's body, her muscles tensing, a burst of fluid released from her altering loins, a sweet pleasure filling her. But it felt odd, different, and rather than dim her lust it instead fanned it on.
The two fingers that Brooke had stuffed into herself had begun to merge; as did her ring and pinkie fingers. The hand before her eyes had turned entirely blue up to the forearm and Brooke could see her red painted nails falling away, replaced by blunt, white claws. She clenched her eyes shut again, not wanting to see any further alterations, she could just pretend they didn't exist...
At least that was until she felt her tongue elongating. Pretend as she might, Brooke couldn't help but use it to further please the beast before her. A foot and a half worth of blue-black tongue slithered around the shaft before her, slipping free from her jaw. "Yesss..." the creature hissed, both hands on Brooke's head, controlling the pace.
The changing human nearly gagged as the lizard pushed her head down, sending every last inch of cock down her throat. She would have gagged if her body hadn't altered in that moment to accommodate such a monstrous thing.
The lizard reached out with one hand over Brooke's back, and coaxed the human's hand away from her sex, her own scaled finger replacing it. "I'll take care of this, pretty; you just pay attention to your cock."
Brooke jumped at that, then fell off of the side of the hot tub and into the water with a whimper from the separation of her mouth and that wondrous cock. The lizard chuckled and turned, looking at the human in the water. "It'ssss okay," she hissed, "You can suck as long as you want."
The words seemed to calm Brooke, even as her toes began to tingle beneath the warm current. Standing up in the waist high waves, she wrapped her arms around the lizard's waist, hugging herself to the creature as the last inch of darkness slipped between her eager lips. She moaned softly as the sweet taste of the creature's precum spread over her new tongue, her worries forgotten as her fingers began to rub her swollen clit.
She shivered as new, sweet, sexual sensations flooded her body. She could feel something forming within her, tingling as new organs formed to give her a proper manhood. All thoughts of resisting the change vanished as Brooke's mental image of herself as a mutant appeared once more. She would have her own wonderful, sexy cock to play with whenever she wanted and it would drip more of the tasty blue goo she had begun to crave.
Just thinking about it made Brooke moan and quiver with delight. Her lust wanted a cock and it seemed giving in to her desires made them happen, as her clit suddenly surged forth into six inches worth of manhood. From the feel of her new length, it definitely wasn't human, but Brooke hadn't wanted it to be. She could feel the egg-shaped head, the beginnings of the small bumps underneath, the ring in the middle, the darker sheath covering the bottom half.
She stroked herself frantically, willing it bigger and bigger until it was properly sized like the creature's. "Doesn't it feel good?" the lizard purred, "Isn't it so beautiful and wonderful?" she said with a moan. "It will feel even better once you have it stuffed into some pretty little thing. Perhaps passing the gift on, mmm?"
The sensation was overwhelming. Brooke felt like she was about to burst. But the lizard was the first to climax, hot, sticky surges of seed filling Brooke's belly. It was enough to send her over the edge as well, her new cock erupting with incredible pleasure into the waters around her.
But that was not the only part of Brooke's body that seemed to erupt. A similar sensation of surging pleasure rocketed forth from the small of her back. The water of the hot tub, tainted by Brooke's own release, made the skin on her new tail erupt into an icy tingle.
The creature withdrew her cock and giggled, giving Brooke a playful shove, sending her sprawling back into the water. Every inch of her skin tingled with the sensation of change. The last places upon her skin free of the blue tint vanished. Her nipples ached as they turned the same black as her still-erect cock.
"My gift to you, pretty. In the next few minutes your scales will begin to form, and as you sate your ravenous hunger your body will begin to fill out. Soon you'll begin to hear the sound of the Blue, know how to follow it, know how to control it, and you'll be immune to its alterations." The lizard purred, slipping into the warm water, wrapping her arms around Brooke, hugging her tightly.
"But of course that would mean we can't have any more fun. Another dose and you would change more, change beyond me. It'sss your choice of course," she hissed, one hand upon Brooke's breast, the other stroking her cock.
The former human couldn't help but press up against the much larger lizard, her water-wetted skin and scales felt so good against her. "Of course you'd be so sexy changed even more. I have just the thing in mind for you. You'd just love it, little pretty; you would have so much fun with yourself and with me."
The lizard rolled Brooke over in the water and grabbed her tail, running her member over the underside of the ex-human's new appendage, teasingly moving the round-tipped shaft closer and closer towards Brooke's still throbbing pussy. "Jussst back away, tell me to ssstop. Ssshow me that you wish to sssstay asss you are." The creature hissed lustfully into Brooke's pointed ear.
Brooke stood perfectly still, a battle being waged in her mind over her desires. Being a lizard-woman would be just fine... There were stranger looking people in the city, and it wasn't like she didn't have her clothes tailored to her anyway. She could easily be happy like this, especially since she had that oh so sexy cock of hers to play with.
Brooke found herself blushing as she imagined herself at the lizard's size and strength, a cute girl's (or guy's) lips around her cock; such a sexy image. She found her hand around her cock again, now a good foot in length. She wanted the creature's cock inside of her, wanted to feel those wonderful bumps rub over her netherlips, to press against the nerves hidden between her sexes, to make her body light up once more in sweet bliss.
But she'd seen what happened to the people who had been unlucky and gotten that one in four chance of the intense physical mutation. She shuddered to think about some of the horrors she'd seen; hideous, terrible things out of a horror movie, monsters without a single shred of humanity remaining. She didn't want to be one of them, and that was something she knew for certain.
She began to move away, but the lizard's cock entered her. Not far, just the first few inches. It was enough to spread her wide, to fill her with pleasure, and to give her a taste of the delicious pleasures that could be hers. Her muscles froze and her lust-crazed mind demanded satisfaction.
"Tell me, little pretty, tell me what you want. You can even use words just this once." The creature purred, sinking her cock in just a little bit further, enough for Brooke to feel the bumps that would be soon sliding in and out of her aching sex.
She sobbed and whimpered softly, even though she was allowed to speak. She couldn't make up her mind. A pleasured howl escaped from her throat as the lizard continued to push into her, and before Brooke could stop them the words spilled softly from her mouth.
"Fuck me." She pleaded softly... and the lizard complied.
Her protesting thoughts all vanished beneath the tide of pleasure that surged up within Brooke, growing as each row of bumps was driven into her, and then pulled away. The lizard's cock had not stopped dribbling Blue Roulette and the former human could already feel its hot-cold tingle working its way through her.
Like before it started at her extremities with the cool sensation of change. This time it was her toes that were merging and growing claws. But it didn't stop there. She felt the smooth, leather scales that the lizard boasted, growing on herself, spreading from the tips of her fingers, toes, and tail. But unlike the creature that was fucking her, Brooke's scales did not leave her underbelly areas as normal human skin. She could feel the scales flowing over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her face. There was an odd sensation that forced the former human to close her eyes, and when she opened them she saw the world differently.
Colors were brighter, more vivid, and more intense. Shadows seemed to hide nothing to her eyes. And even staring at the setting sun upon the river only caused Brooke to blink in a new way, placing a protective membrane over her slitted, blue, glowing eyes to more comfortably look upon the scene.
She felt her legs pop, the bones shifting and altering into a new shape, felt her muscles slithering around into new sizes, shapes, and arrangements. But the sensations from Brooke's middle drew her attention the most.
Something was changing within her belly, something in her internal organs. The sensation wasn't tingle, but rather warm and pleasant. It seemed to spread from her sex, up into her womb, and from there to her stomach and up her throat until it divided, flowing into her breasts.
"Mmm, I thought you'd like this," the creature purred, leaning forward, her hands cupping Brooke's breasts. Much as her cock had before, her tits seemed to swell once they were given attention, "Got to give you plenty of Blue to share, little pretty."
Brooke gasped as nearly everything in her torso seemed to wriggle and writhe at once. But it felt good, no; it felt GREAT; especially when the lizard slipped a clawed finger into each of her nipples. They had altered in form and function, becoming organs of incredible sexual pleasure. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have a cock stuck inside them.
Her lips parted to moan in pleasure, but the sound was silenced by a finger in her mouth, covered in Blue, her own Blue from Brooke's own body. Just as sweet and delicious as the lizard's had been. Now she would never run out! It brought a blissful smile to Brooke's face, a smile that widened as the lizard moved her hands downward, the sensation repeating as a second pair of breasts blossomed into fullness upon Brooke's belly, swelling outward below her original pair.
Her cock began to grow as well, nestling between her new breasts; Brooke couldn't help but press her tits tightly against her growing shaft, rubbing them and inserting her fingers into her odd, rubbery, stretchy nipples. "Yesss, that'sss it my little pretty. Play with your beautiful new body..."
The water of the hot tub had turned a glowing, fluorescent blue from the leaking of Brooke's cock, breasts, and the juices from her sex. It felt so good on her scales and seemed to enhance her sense of touch wherever it washed over her. Brooke's long, forked tongue lolled from her mouth over sharpened teeth, lapping up the sweet water.
"Just a few more inches, little pretty, or perhaps a little bit of action on your part and you can drink right from the source." The lizard whispered in soft, gasping breaths.
Needing no further encouragement Brooke ducked her head under the water, only a little surprised that she suffered no ill effects from drawing the water into her lungs. She was indeed a few inches shy of mouth and member meeting, but her tongue was enough to bridge the gap... at least until her neck let out several soft pops as it began to elongate.
Her jaw soon followed suit, her mouth spreading out into a broad reptilian muzzle. Gone was the ache and discomfort of taking such a large mouthful and holding onto it. Her spine seemed to tingle and ache, but Brooke paid it no mind. Every sweet sexual inch of her was being pleasured so wonderfully. The changes were worth it, oh were they ever.
She could not only handle being some sort of lizard-creature, but she would absolutely love it if she could be so easily made to feel this good. She felt the sensation of change within her beginning to slow, and then cease entirely. Just in time for the lizard to cry out.
Thicker gouts of blue seed filled her womb than had filled her belly, and not only that but more of them. The creature seemed to climax again and again, filling her womb fuller and fuller over the span of nearly a minute, just as Brooke's own manhood did the same to her belly. She felt her middle beginning to balloon outward from the sheer amount of Blue that filled her; sweet and slick and syrupy and sensational.
Her lust finally felt satisfied. Eventually the lizard withdrew her cock from Brooke's satiated sex, and this time Brooke did not protest its absence. She emerged from the water, drawing in a deep breath of air and exhaling a glowing mist from her nostrils.
Brooke's muscles were sore; her whole body seemed to ache from her changes. She lounged in the hot tub with her eyes closed, letting the warm water and the icy tingle of the Blue soothe her.
The lizard purred, and stepped out of the hot tub. The glowing water seemed to fall away from her scales instantly, leaving her dry. She smiled and picked up her trench coat and put it back on. "I have a few more pretties to keep an eye on, but I'll be back to check up on my sexiest one. Especially since you've given yourself a third dose of beautiful Blue."
She leaned over and planted a kiss upon Brooke's snout, running her hand over the former human's now bare head and teased the points of her twin phosphorescent blue frills with her fingertips. "My previous commands will fade in a few minutes." She said in the strange voice that Brooke had to obey.
Brooke watched her go, admiring her hips and the sway of her tail before closing her eyes once more and resting in the hot tub, her hands resting on her rounded belly. She felt the icy sensation return, but only slightly. She could feel her belly slowly growing, solid shapes beginning to form within it. The new lizard wondered how wonderful it would feel to lay her eggs, and from the sensations within her, odds were that she was going to find out sooner rather than later. It made her cock hard just thinking about it.
Wait.
Eggs?
Cock?
Lizard?
Brooke drew in a deep breath that she only just barely managed to avoid turning into a scream. The lizard's control over her had vanished, and with it the lustful other-self that had appeared that had adored her rapist's reptilian form and been elated to gain it herself.
The ex-human pulled herself from the tub, darting into the penthouse, not caring one bit about the neon blue droplets that fell on the plush white carpet. She had to steady herself with one hand on the wall, as her legs seemed to bend in the wrong direction now and her body wanted to walk half hunched, with her tail out behind her to act as a balance.
Oh gods, her tail. She had a tail! She was some kind of disfigured mutant lizard, a pregnant mutant lizard; one whose belly seemed to be filling more and more with eggs at each passing moment. Her cock twitched pleasantly at the thought of laying eggs; drooling a thick blue strand down onto the carpet.
Brooke gasped softly at the sensation, just the drip trailing down her member felt incredibly erotic. She had to grab the back of her sofa to steady herself. The new lizard found her gaze drawn to the large mirror that adorned the wall. She wanted to look away, as if looking upon the entirety of her altered form for the first time would make it real.
For the second time in the span of three months Brooke had been completely remade. Hardly a trace existed of her former physical shape. She had become a six foot tall, oversexed reptile with obscenely large breasts bigger than her head, and a rapidly bloating belly that looked like she'd swallowed a beachball.
She reached out a three-fingered, taloned hand, scarcely believing that it was her own. Her body shivered as another gush of glowing precum oozed down her shaft. It made her instinctly thrust her hips, grinding her erection against the sofa, making her moan even louder and making her weak in the knees.
The lizard-woman panted as she felt her netherlips begin to leak also, glowing droplets trickling down her thighs. She backed away from the couch, staggering on unfamiliar legs, still gazing at her reflection. Brooke found herself unable to look away and she found her hands moving, one towards a breast and the other towards her cock.
As horrible as it was, she found her reflection... sexy. It shamed her and disgusted her, but she couldn't deny how arousing her new body found itself. It was only with a great effort of will that she was able to turn away from the mirror and keep her hands off of her alien body.
Brooke stumbled towards the doorway as she realized that she needed help. She also needed to get out of the penthouse, as that lizard creature could still be around. Judging from the ill-fitting shirt and skirt she'd been wearing, she was probably rooting through Brooke's wardrobe.
The constantly growing weight in Brooke's belly made walking difficult. Her muscles all seemed sore from her transformation, and being asked to carry more and more weight as well as walk in an unfamiliar way seemed to tax them terribly. Glowing tears leaked from Brooke's eyes as she fumbled at the doorknob with her thick, unfamiliar fingers.
Her belly was absolutely huge now, and it rubbed against her cock every time she moved. It was so big it looked like Brooke was carrying an entire grown person inside her womb. She whimpered softly as she finally got out into the lobby, losing her balance and smacking right into the elevator door.
A soft, sobbing moan escaped her throat at the delicious sensation. It was enough to make her climax, the thick black length of her alien member spewing forth thick gouts of mouth-watering Blue.
She managed to press the button to call the elevator, but couldn't keep her hands off of herself any longer. Her sexualized, sensitive body begged to be caressed and played with. It just felt so good, and Brooke felt too tired to resist. She leaned against the door, her belly still growing and making it hard for her to stand. She didn't want to sit down, as she wasn't sure if she could get up again if she did so.
The elevator dinged and Brooke nearly tumbled in as the door opened. Everything on her body seemed to ache with the exception of her head and her tail. Her chest hurt, her arms hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt. She slumped against the back wall of the elevator, her legs spread.
She couldn't even reach up and hit the button for another floor, her will had eroded too much to do even that. One hand was wrapped around her cock, the other stuffed into her pussy. Her sexes leaked and drooled, dribbling incredible amounts of Blue onto her tummy and tail, and it felt good.
Brooke found herself enjoying the hot-cold tickle that the Blue brought. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, seeking out a nearby nipple in order to gain a taste of the stuff. Mmm... she felt a bit better. If she gave her body what it wanted, then perhaps it would let Brooke do what she wanted in return.
The hot, achy throb of her muscles soon began to dim, replaced with the sensation of change once again. A sudden spike of erotic bliss shot through her as something seemed to give way within her. Brooke felt unfamiliar muscles tighten and clench, delivering a sweet, unfamiliar pleasure. She panted softly as something shifted in her belly and something solid pushed her fingers aside, spreading her netherfolds and crowning at her sex.
Her elongated neck made it easy to peer over her breasts and belly to look at the rounded object that had lodged itself in her sex. It was most certainly an egg, about as big as a basketball at its widest point, and tinted the same familiar shade of radiant blue. With a deep moan from her maw, her muscles contracted, and the round egg slid out from her, covered in more blue ooze.
It rolled off the rounded surface of her tail and over the tiled floor of the elevator, coming to a rest just out of Brooke's reach. She stared at it for awhile in shock and awe. She found herself reaching for the egg, trying to grab it, wanting to... to... She wanted to snuggle with it.
The thought made her blush, or whatever passed for a blush. Her body's instincts were so strong, and right now they were those of a horny momma-lizard laying her brood. Brooke managed to get her tail around the thing, knowing instinctively that it was very tough and could stand a lot of abuse.
Brooke clenched her teeth as she used the unfamiliar muscles to tighten around it, picking the egg up and bringing it close enough to grab with her hands. She placed it between her uppermost breasts and began to lick it clean, delighting in the sweet taste of the Blue that coated it.
She hugged the egg tightly against herself as she cleaned it, moaning softly as another pushed its way free from her. Brooke shifted her legs to prevent it from rolling away like the first had. She barely noticed the soft pops and cracks from her limbs as they began to shift, the soreness fading from them as they altered from a form meant more for a biped to something that would more easily allow Brooke to carry her large belly on all fours.
The lizard found herself wishing that she had more hands, so that she could steady her egg for cleaning, keep her other eggs from getting away, as well as pleasuring her still-eager body. It felt... nice to give in to her instincts. For the first time in quite awhile Brooke felt happy.
She looked up at the mirror on top of the elevator, looking over her altered body. It was different and unfamiliar, but she'd experienced the same thing before. She'd given up the body she was born with in order to take on one more with her own ideals of beauty, and this was not much different.
But rather than having her form shaped by her perceptions of what the mainstream media had decided on for beauty, the reptilian form she now possessed was one that her new instincts found to be incredibly sexy. She started at her reflection, enraptured by it, fascinated by it. It was so bestial, so alien, so different, and yet just about every inch of it screamed to her "I want to fuck this."
She set her first egg aside, picking up the second with her forepaws, lapping at it as she continued to admire herself. Watching herself lay eggs was just so... hot. It was the sexiest, most arousing thing Brooke had ever seen. In the minute she had been in the elevator, she'd pushed out nearly half a dozen, her juices having made quite the puddle beneath her. But Brooke didn't care about the mess. She rather liked the sweet scent, after all.
A soft sigh escaped her muzzle as a wet popping sound came from Brooke's back. She leaned forward for a moment, allowing the new additions to move around to the front. She watched her reflection as the four new appendages grew. Long tubes of powerful muscle ending in diamond shaped paddles. Not lizard-like, but decidedly welcome.
Brooke didn't try to force them into position, she simply thought about what she wanted to do and let her instincts guide her new limbs. Two she used to hold her egg in place, while the other two she used to move and arrange the rest of her waiting brood.
This left her forepaws free to rub her eager, drooling cock, but there were so many wonderful, pleasurable places on her body that she could play with. It seemed like a crime to ignore all of them.
The soreness began to withdraw from her arms and legs, seeming to follow the bones into her hips and shoulders, and then more towards her middle, but still remaining upon the outside, leaving her belly alone.
The lizard shivered as wet, sticky, stretching sounds and grotesque pops filled the air. Her scales moved and the skin beneath surged outward into arms and claws. She had eight limbs now; four arms and four legs. Well, twelve if you included the four tendrils upon her back. The two most frontward forelimbs, her original hands, had become a pair of paws that were best suited to allow Brooke to carry around the huge bulk of her belly. The middle two pairs of 'legs' were about halfway between the three fingered hands she'd sported at the beginning of her transformation and the paws just ahead and behind them. She could use them to help in her walking, but she could also put them to good use in other places.
Brooke sighed happily as she began to massage her four heavy breasts as well as her cock, delighting in the sensations as they leaked and dripped Blue own her navy scales. She had scarcely begun cleaning her third egg when she sighed and shook her head. This was never going to work. She'd birthed about a dozen of the beautiful, glowing globes and she was rapidly falling behind.
The soreness in her chest condensed into points, just behind her breasts, which began to grow once again. Brooke gasped with delight as she felt something now familiar slithering forth from each nipple. More tentacles. These were not as strong as the four that grew from her back, nor did they feature dexterous paddles. But they did sport small mouths on the end, looking rather like black pairs of human lips, and about the same size too!
Brooke giggled and stuck out her four new tongues, putting them to use cleaning her eggs. Mmm... she had so many within her, but she didn't mind. It felt so good. She let out a soft sigh as the familiar, wonderful icy tickle of the Blue washed over her for the last time. She would miss it. But it would allow her to enjoy the deliciousness without consequence.
It was making her grow, making her body enlarge to a greater size. Brooke giggled happily; it meant more Blue goo within her, more eggs, more breasts and cock to caress. She smiled and purred happily at her reflection. So pretty, so very, very pretty.
A soft sound filled her ears, soft and subtle. It came from within her, as well as from within each of her eggs. A tiny opening within her that pulsed to the beat of her heart, opening and closing, allowing the Blue to flow into her from its place of origin.
The lizard purred happily as she felt a tiny thread of herself leading back into that miniscule portal, binding her to all the other creatures and beings that shared a tie to the strange, wonderful, Blue place from beyond.
Brooke wondered why she had ever been afraid and disgusted over her body. She looked amazing, she felt even better, and she was sure that she had not even come close to experiencing the wonders of physical bliss that her flesh was capable of reaching.
But for now she was more interested in cleaning her eggs than in truly pleasuring herself. Five tongues made the job so much easier. She had no idea how much time passed, but after awhile she was jarred from her task by the movement of the elevator. Someone had pressed the call button, and Brooke grinned. She'd have someone to help her. Help clean and care for her eggs, help pleasure her, help move the silly things out of the elevator. What had she been thinking, leaving her nest while so close to laying? It seemed such a silly, human thing to do.
The elevator car came to a stop two floors down, it chimed pleasantly and the doors slid open. A young woman had her back to the car as she peered around the hallway. "Jeez, what smells like blue Jell-O?" she asked, looking around for a spill on the rug or an errant pudding cup.
Brooke recognized her, not a friend, but an acquaintance; gorgeous red hair, nice cream skin with just the right dusting of freckles. Green eyes with a slight cant that told of an exotic heritage. How had Brooke managed to keep herself from jumping on her and cramming her tongue down her throat?
No matter, she would rectify the matter now. She reached out with all four of her larger tentacles, each grabbing a limb. Her lesser tentacles began to slip beneath the woman's clothing, wrapping around her breasts, seeking out her groin, sharing Brooke's bounty of Blue by a sweet berry-flavored kiss.
She could feel the Blue within the human now, so anxious, eager, willing to be put to use. Just waiting for a whisper from someone with the proper power until it could wait no longer.
"No noises now, little pretty," Brooke purred, her voice taking on the strange tone it always did when she drew upon her power, "I'm going to make you beautiful!"
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The use of the word "work" was done with such an odd emphasis to it that Ashly couldn't help but gulp, knowing that whatever was about to come her way, it couldn't possibly be remotely good. It didn't occur to her, up until that very moment, that she was alone in her home with someone who not only knew about the ins and outs of a lifestyle that she was interested in, but someone who would be more than happy to actively experiment with it… and once again, a thought that should have a very simple and straightforward reaction to it instead left the canid feeling conflicted with herself: if, on one level, she wanted Mina to take the wheel and show her what it was like to be dominated properly, on the other her very own animal instincts kept her from accepting this as a reasonable option; she was the top dog there (and quite literally so), so if anyone was going to dominate anyone else, it was her, not Mina.
Besides, the vixen had plenty of experience being the one on the receiving end of the leash, so surely they wouldn't mind it if the same power dynamics carried on with their newest friend; and, judging from the way they were looking up at her, they were thinking the exact same thing. It didn't occur to Ashly that she was about as easy to read as an open book, that her control over her own emotions was so terrible that something as powerful as the arousal she felt at that time would be stupendously easy to notice for anyone paying even half-decent attention, let alone someone like Mina (or, heavens forbid, Lira); it was unsurprising that the vixen would then take her hand into their own, pulling them towards the bedroom with the most devious smile on their muzzle, and a near-manic glint to their eye.
Only when the two of them were inside did Mina actually stop to ask more technical questions, and while they were, on the surface, seemingly innocuous, it was the sheer bluntness of it that really sold to Ashly how "real" it was. They weren't discussing the theoretical basics anymore, it was Mina asking her if she had any lengths of rope or tape, if she had any experience using harnesses, as well as running down the more practical aspects of the sort of toy-based play she was expected to engage in. Those weren't decontextualized lessons, they were practical tips, and the jump was enough to leave Ashly reeling… though not enough for her to back down; if anything, the wild dog was just disappointed to have to keep shaking her head, telling Mina that no, she didn't have any of the tools needed for the two to actually have some fun together.
This was a slight issue, though one the vixen seemed intent on resolving at earliest possible convenience, mostly by hijacking their host's wardrobe, making off with a far too large shirt, and telling Ashly that they would be back within the hour, leaving the canid, for the first time ever, feeling alone in her own home. It was a curious sensation, that of having been abandoned at such a critical moment; even if the amazon knew that her newest potential fucktoy would come back soon, there was no shaking off how odd it felt to have things move so quickly, enough so that she was left feeling dizzy as all the possibilities swam in front of her, melting into one another and keeping her from truly deciding on a path for herself going forward.
She could only imagine what it would've been like had it been Lira who took the reins, though that was most likely why the panda gal had stepped aside and provided her with a far easier "challenge", if she could even use that word. It was hard, squaring what she knew to be factually true, and what she wanted to happen based purely on her raw arousal and the unfamiliar instincts crowding her conscious thought processes; distinguishing between what she wanted, and what the beast within craved, was a task so complex that Ashly was left paralyzed as she sat on her bed, staring ahead at the wall and wondering to herself how she'd even gotten there… yet, simultaneously, it gave her something to do, and the closer she came to a resolution, the better she felt about her odds.
The answer was obvious, as it always had been, but it was less of a case of Ashly knowing it and far more a matter of her internalizing what was going to happen; there was no chance in hell that she'd ever be the one to be dominated that night, even if she had absolutely no experience in the lifestyle or kinks associated with it. Despite her being a complete newbie, it was simply non-negotiable: Mina was a small vixen, one that Ashly had a good three feet on, one whose body weight was the equivalent of the wild dog's torso alone, and while some people might be into that sort of reverse size play, the giantess certainly wasn't. Not that she felt entitled to have Mina or anything; in fact, she was quite certain that once the two of them were done, it'd be them comforting her in aftercare, not the other way around, and though she recalled that wasn't how things were meant to be, she was still entirely new to the whole thing, and thus had no way of actually understanding what she was feeling.
Like before, much like with the gym, Ashly needed to externalize what was going on inside of her, hopefully understanding it by way of doing… and when Mina knocked on her front door, carrying two stupendously large and heavy cases in her hands, that's when the wild dog knew that the two would be doing quite intensively going forward. She said nothing as the vixen excitedly rattled off all the contents of the cases, trying hard not to think about what each of those things did; hell, half of the names she didn't even recognize at all, making it quite the surprise when the vixen dropped the cases on the ground, cracked them open, and revealed all sorts of… well, Ashly's face was a bit too red for her to focus properly, but there were plenty of toys and restraints to play around with, should one want it.
And she did; much as she would've liked to proclaim herself to be the voice of caution, Ashly wanted to take those ropes and bind Mina up so they'd be at her complete mercy, she wanted to have that tiny little vixen there beneath her heel, for them to beg and mewl and let her know just who was in charge in their budding relationship. Conversely, there was the other side of herself, the one who immediately began wondering what it would be like if it were Lira in there with her, and how much fun the two could have together if the panda gal decided to do even a fraction of what the two of them had spoken about the night before.
From there, as before, things began to blur together, presumably as a defense mechanism on Ashly's mind's part; it was easier for the wild dog's brain to simply shut off most higher-order processes and resort to using instinct almost exclusively, only occasionally bringing back the canid's conscious self whenever a knot needed to be tied, or a collar checked for whether or not it was properly fastened. Apart from that though, the rest was entirely up to the wild half of the genemodded giantess, the one who wanted to stop thinking and get down to action already, the one who wanted to feel one end of the leash in one hand and the vixen's soft, trembling body underneath the other, the one who wanted to hear the cries coming from Mina, who played into the role of the sex-starved submissive perhaps a bit too well.
Red flags would fly, forcing Ashly to focus back on reality, only to see the tell-tale signs that indicated the vixen was still actively enjoying herself: grimaces would turn to grins, even if only momentarily, the whining would turn to moaning, the trembling would turn to squirming, and all of it without… something. There was something missing, though Ashly couldn't for the life of her remember what it was; a critically vital piece of information that the wild dog knew was lacking, yet still couldn't make herself stop over it. The instincts were stronger than she was: the arousal, the need for dominance, every last ounce of unspent sexual tension built up ever since she tried getting on Richard's good side, all of it had to come out; and though part of her wondered whether she was simply using Mina as an outlet, the rest of her simply couldn't bring itself to care.
The vixen was moaning loudly enough that everyone else in the apartment block could probably hear, and that was all that mattered. Their bodies were glued together, and that was all that mattered. The power dynamics were established, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, they were what they were meant to be, living to their fullest potential, becoming everything that they were ever destined to become; it just so happened that this included copious use of ropes and restraints, not to mention a bit more roughhousing than Ashly was used to. Then again, she was still new to having a proper sex life, so what did she know? Her sole experience were platitudes offered by others about how when "the time was right" then "she would know", among other, even less useful pieces of advice, if it could even be called that. This though, this whatever it was that she was sharing with Mina, interfacing through leashes and collars and harnesses and plugs, this felt right; and if it felt right, then clearly i-
"Garnet!"
The shout seemed to come from nowhere, but like an emergency switch at a factory assembly line, it stopped everything. Ashly heard it, and almost instantly, her muscles froze and her entire body went stiff; she was back to reality, back to her usual self, standing on top of her bed, inside of her bedroom, with Mina underneath her, kept firmly flat against the mattress by way of one of the canid's paws on their back. The word had, somehow, caused Ashly to reboot entirely, almost like she'd been hit in the back of the head with something hard enough to make her black out; it was only after a few moments that the amazon realized the significance of it, as well what she'd been missing all long: "garnet" was their safeword.
Ashly had no clue how she remembered that if she couldn't recall ever setting up a safeword to begin with, but given how easily her mind slipped away from her own control, one could never be too certain about anything anymore. What mattered was that Mina had called an end to the proceedings, and Ashly, being the responsible dominant in that scenario, had but one task: stop, remove every last restraint from her partner, and initiate aftercare. It was almost instinctive, even if she had never done this before; perhaps her animalistic side was gifted with far more protective aspects than Ashly had given it credit for, or maybe her human self knew when to tip the scales properly when needed.
Regardless of what the case was, the fact of the matter was that Mina needed something big, fuzzy and eminently loving to cuddle up with, and Ashly, being who she was, would promptly offer herself. It was important that the vixen know that they could trust her, though why exactly that was, Ashly couldn't quite tell; there was the obligation, of course, what was expected of her as a dominant in a relationship of that kind, but there was something else bothering her… though perhaps "bothering" wasn't the right word. Rather, the need to care for her partner was more than just something she had to do, more than just a fact of their kink lifestyle that neither of them could really negotiate; instead, it was something that Ashly wanted to do. She wanted to provide loving care and attention to Mina, she wanted to hold the vixen against her and gently stroke their back while humming quietly, she wanted to take that moment where the two seemingly melted into one another and extend it for as far as she could.
It was most likely because of how this had been her first true sexual experience, the whole event playing merry hell with her hormones, but even if that was the case, that didn't take away just how powerful the feelings she had for Mina at that time were. They were more than just a sexual partner, they were someone that Ashly could count on, someone she could turn to and trust, even if they had literally only just met earlier that day; there was a connection there, even if a purely physical one, and the canid couldn't help but worry slightly about whether or not she would end up doing something to break it… either that, or if she was moving too fast, and what she was feeling at that time was less of a deeper connection and more just her having residual horny energy flowing through her veins as thickly as syrup, with her mind choosing to interpret this raw physical attraction as something more complex than it actually was.
Nevertheless, these were questions for later, for after the two of them were cleaned up and ready to discuss what had just happened, and that was for after they were done with cuddling together; there was, ultimately, something soothing about the exercise, far more than the actual dominance that preceded it. For Ashly, it felt as if anyone could wield a leash or tie a harness or "threaten" the use of a whip, but it took a special someone to share a moment like the two were experiencing: together, in silence, holding one another and simply bathing in their mutual presence.
Granted, the vixen's grip was stronger than it had been at the bar, and judging from how much they occasionally shivered, it was clear that they needed more attention than Ashly initially assumed they would. Hell, the experience was intense enough for her that she nearly blanked out entirely when her wild side took over, so she could only imagine what it was like for the person on the receiving end of her ministrations; much as the two were consenting adults, there was only so much one could take before having to ask for a time-out, so much one could endure before the emotional charge reached a breaking point and things needed to be grounded.
It made sense to her, at least on a surface level: it wasn't about one person establishing dominance over the other, but rather an exercise in trust, where one side fully entrusted the other to go to the very limits of what they both considered acceptable, yet not a single step further. It was a perpetual trust fall, where one side placed themselves entirely at the mercy of the other, knowing (or hoping, at least) that the latter wouldn't let them splat all over the ground. For Ashly, this was an entirely new interpersonal dynamic, one that she had never experienced before; trust was one thing, but on that level? Perhaps her notion that herself and Mina shared a deeper bond than usual wasn't that far off-base, given the sheer amount of blind trust the vixen had to have had in her, that they would so gleefully throw themselves at them.
Even with Lira presumably letting them know it was fine, Ashly couldn't help but feel downright honoured that Mina would actually go ahead with what the two had just done, not with a complete stranger like herself… and thus, the canid wondered just who was taking care of whom in the afterglow. Was it her, the one responsible for the emotional high in the first place, or was it Mina, the one with an actual clue on what had just taken place? Perhaps their attempts at snuggling closer were less of a way for them to feel more comfortable and more their unique manner of ensuring their partner didn't feel like they had gone too far; the vixen had used their safeword, so perhaps, in their mind, they believed that Ashly would believe she'd gone far beyond what she should've done in her first ever experience… or, perhaps, the canid was overthinking it again.
Maybe she should just focus on what she had right there and then: a loving, warm, intimate moment of companionship with someone that understood her on a level deeper than most others ever had, even if it took using ropes and harnesses to get there. It took a long while, as well as Mina themselves suggesting they should probably clean up, before Ashly even began to think about getting up from bed, and even then the amazon took her sweet time rolling off from it, keeping Mina tightly against her all the while. Eventually, the warm silence gave way to occasional giggling on the vixen's part, who was presumably so giddy at how Ashly was so overprotective of them that they couldn't avoid showing it in some way; not that Ashly herself minded, given that having such a fluffy squeezing toy for her personal use ticked several boxes on a checklist she didn't even know she had.
The two only separated when they reached the shower, and even then the whole thing was just used as an excuse to get them to rinse and wash one another while keeping as little distance between themselves as possible; ostensibly, this was because they could more effectively clean themselves after such an intensive workout, but the reality of it was far baser than that. Still, it was this sort of polite fiction that made the experience that much better; they could pretend that it was something it wasn't, indulge in the pretense of normality when the whole day up until then had been anything but. It certainly helped in Ashly's case, that she didn't have to worry about whether or not she was just going crazy, or overstepping herself in doing something she just wasn't ready for; being able to interact with Mina in a somewhat "normal" fashion was enough to let her know that she hadn't done something she couldn't take back, even if they had to use their safeword to put a premature end to things.
Then again, as the canid considered while sitting down and letting the vixen scrub her back, wasn't that the point of having a safeword to begin with? If both sides knew they would never get to a point where they'd even remotely need one, then why did they spend time coming up with a signal to get them to stop? Was the point not to drive themselves to the very brink, to explore every avenue until they reached a proverbial brick wall and had to be pulled back before smashing into it? If that was the case, then Ashly didn't really have to worry about "garnet" having been shouted in the bedroom; the word was there to be used, and the fact that it did serve to immediately put a stop to the proceedings was, if nothing else, proof positive that she had the level of self-control required for that sort of kink-play.
Indeed, as Ashly came to realize, the true test wasn't whether or not the safeword would be necessary, but whether she'd have the ability to actually listen to it and obey the rules that came along with its mere existence. Mina seemed to think so as well, given that not only did she not bring anything up, but she seemed incredibly cheerful for someone who had seemingly been so vulnerable just minutes before; in fact, it was her who was humming by that point, even if it was barely audible over the sound of rushing water, and it was her who took the first step to say something when the two were done cleaning up and the vixen noticed their partner looked far more pensive than would perhaps be expected after what had just happened.
"It's fine, you know?" Mina spoke up, still able to read Ashly so easily that it felt downright comical, "I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure you'd do well. Honestly, I should be asking you if you're alright, I know it couldn't have been easy on you."
"I… can't actually remember, actually," Ashly replied, only then realizing how insane that sounded, "it's like I blanked out. Like, when I had you under me, it was just… it was me, but not the me me, it was another me tha-"
"Yeah, Lira's like that too, don't worry," the vixen interrupted her, wrapping their arms around Ashly's back, "she says that it's because of the treatments, they do something to your libido because of all the genemodding. Honestly, it's part of the charm, if I'm to be honest."
That last line was delivered in such a manner that Ashly couldn't help but blush brightly in response; it was an odd sensation, feeling like she was at the mercy of someone who was about half her height and a good third of her body mass, but there she had it.
"You stopped when I asked, and that's what matters," Mina carried on, "I knew I could trust you, and I'm happy I wasn't wrong. And really, you could've done a lot worse" - there was a moment of silence, one where Ashly could tell that Mina was trembling again… though not with fright that time around - "a lot worse, actually. God, brought me back, you're just like Lira was back at the start."
Ashly didn't believe that her body could reach temperatures that high, but reality seemed to disagree. She violently wanted to get away and hide in a corner so as to not have to confront the feelings she was processing, but with Mina there, her ability to do anything at all had been stripped away, taken by an unassuming vixen who nonetheless knew exactly what to say to keep her frozen in place. Even worse was how Ashly had no clue whether it was even on purpose; as far as she knew, Mina was just being perfectly sincere, rather than outright attempting to bring their canid partner to her knees, which honestly made the whole thing even more unbearable. Teasing she could endure, but genuine lewdness like that somehow hit her far too hard for someone who had literally just spent a good hour or so domming someone else; hell, domming the person responsible for her feeling that way to begin with! It was confusing, to say the least… but it didn't feel bad.
Quite the contrary, in fact: it felt better than anything Ashly had experienced in quite a long while.
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What's a mimic to do but live up to their name?
Some might object to the notion that hiding oneself as a potential treasure trove of loot, only
to spring a trap on unwary travellers, would constitute adequate employment, but Kyoob knew
better; not only was it a stable source of income, assuming she could find someone to peddle all
the abandoned and "acquired" gear to, but it was a surprisingly effective way of meeting new
acquaintances and even friends. She was genuinely surprised how easy it was to keep in touch
with some of the people who bothered not to run away; besides, the topic of their first meeting
was always a fantastic ice-breaker, if an often-awkward one.
That day, however, had slim pickings for the mimic. Only one person bothered to make it
past the outer perimeter, and it turned out to be the mailman delivering the bills for the month.
Kyoob stood still, happy and giddy for an opportunity to spook someone out, only to sigh and
return to her regular form after spotting Bill; the two exchanged pleasantries, the mimic took the
stack of letters back inside, and she gave him a smooch for the road, as usual. All in all, a highly
disappointing Sunday; could be out there in the sun with friends, but nope, whole place was on
high alert because of some totally real threat that was totally going to show up, thus forcing
everyone to work overtime just to make sure the real vaults were secure.
And yet, only the mailman showed up. That their employer failed to realize the Guild did not
operate on Sundays was no one's fault, though he could at least bother to keep up with recent
announcements; some of them had better things to do with their life.
Still, a job was a job was a job and someone had to do it. Sighing, Kyoob went back to her
designated corridor and sat down, her form rearranging itself into that of a conspicuously placed
chest underneath a large banner once again. It was surprising how many people fell for such an
obvious trap, especially after word got out of her workplace's mimic-based security system. On
some level, she had to wonder if people weren't doing it on purpose; after all, she was on good
terms with plenty of folks who tried to get past her, especially after she gave them her "special
treatment" and sent them back on their way to civilization. The thought that they might be
deliberately trying to take advantage of this would be insulting, if not for the fact that it was
incredibly flattering; the whole compound was incredibly out of the way, so to have people come
all the way out just for a chance to flirt with her was oddly comforting. Also arousing, but that
was entirely besides the point.
Lunch hour approached, and with it an opportunity to get some rest and fill up before what
she presumed was going to be one long afternoon of staring out the window and waiting for
more nothing to happen. Kyoob diverted all of her attention to the corridor left of her, eager to
hear the bell chime off in the distance and to be freed from her torment. Then the alarm rang.
Because of course it did.
While normally Kyoob would be elated to have something to do, someone trying to invade
the premises now of all times meant lunch was going to be postponed, and she was feeling
peckish enough that doing her job was not exactly on the top of her priorities list. If not for the
automated defence system showing her a picture of who was doing it, she might've considered
abandoning her post altogether. As it stood though, the mere concept of not facing down that
intruder vanished from her mind, replaced with equal parts excitement and unbound glee,
because it wasn't just any person trying to get in.
It was a newbie.
Poor thing probably didn't even know the Guild didn't work on Sundays, because judging by
the shoddy, low-grade gear and the lack of any patches on their shoulders, they were someone
entirely new to the business of dungeoneering who was on some kind of hazing ritual, or maybe
even was just too uninformed to know better. For Kyoob, this would be a perfect opportunity
even under normal circumstances, allowing her to try out her classic material (what with not
having to impress the regulars), but those were anything but normal circumstances; not only was
that guy a newcomer, but he was utterly adorable.
It wasn't even attraction as much as it was an overpowering need to smother the young thing
in an embrace so tight it knocked the wind out of their sails. Probably in their early twenties and
obviously never trained in the use of the fourth-hand gear they haphazardly threw on themselves,
they were standing by the door, staring at the very first "trap" in the compound: the doorbell.
No one ever fell for the doorbell, but it was there anyway thanks to a long-running joke on
the part of the castle staff, who had spent the last several years adding to a by-now-colossal
betting pool on who would be the first person dumb enough to fall for such an obvious trick.
Despite the implications of it, very few of them actually bet on it being a newcomer; they were
far too cocksure to announce themselves without it being in person, and oftentimes too stupid to
fool. Kyoob and a couple of her fellow mimics were the only ones who bothered to bet in that
direction, and as she saw the young thing approach the front door, she could hear all the other
inhabitants on the intercom, hooting and hollering at the looming disaster.
That day would forever be known as the day Kyoob giggled like a lunatic so loudly that her
boss heard it on the other side of the building, because that idiot of an adventurer actually
outstretched his hand and pressed the button, opening a trapdoor that sent him falling into the
depths of the dungeon's convoluted pipe system. Her fellow coworkers were loudly complaining
about the end of the betting pool, with the few victors already celebrating and making plans for a
night out… at least until their employer reminded them to stay quiet and get ready to dispatch the
intruder.
No one knew where the transport tubes would lead him, as they moved from place to place
on a daily basis and even swapped their many entry points every other week. Sometimes they
went straight for the water reservoir, where the mermen could have their fun taunting and
sexually confusing their prey; others would lead intruders to a fake vault, where every coin was
made of chocolate and wrapped in pyrite foil just to mess with would-be thieves' heads. On
occasion, the pipes would just dump the poor bastards in a random hallway, to be picked off by
whoever was closest to them, and wouldn't she know it, Kyoob was about to get twice-lucky that
day when a panel opened in the ceiling and the young adventurer came screaming as he crashed
onto the ground.
He was even more adorable in person; if the mimic had to affix the label of "living teddy
bear" to anyone but Frank downstairs (and he was far too big to hug properly), that man had to
be it. Fumbling with his hand crossbow and frantically gathering the many spilled bolts on the
ground, a stray bump against the wall knocked his headgear off and sent him scrambling for it,
only to trip over his own feet and land face-first on the carpet, setting off such a long chain of
unlikely events that Kyoob was fascinated at how any one person could be so incompetent and
yet still get certified by the Guild.
They really did hire anyone these days, didn't they?
Despite her intense need to pat the guy's head and tell him everything was going to be fine,
Kyoob's instincts kicked in and her chest-form solidified, the inner hunter coming to the
forefront and setting its eyes on a succulent morsel. Who knew what such a bumbling individual
would do, once her true nature was revealed? Perhaps he would turn out to be far more brave
than he was skilled, able to stand up to the surprise threat? Maybe he would turn around and bolt
out the nearest window, presumably remembering to use the grappling hook before becoming
acquainted with the ground?
Honestly, Kyoob just wanted the poor thing to get back up straight again; as adorable as it
was watching them fail to perform even the most basic of tasks, it was quickly turning into a sad
spectacle, threatening to drain her enjoyment of the whole affair dry. The young man was like a
sad, directionless puppy, complete with the eyes as well, and all she wanted was an excuse to
hug him and tell him that everything was going to be fine.
And then smother them in her bosom, but that was for later. After hours.
It took the disastrously clumsy little thing the better part of ten minutes to get everything
back in its place, only to then suddenly realize his helmet was on backwards, hastily fixing it
before anyone saw it. Kyoob, from her privileged spot literally five feet away, would have loved
nothing more than to sit back on a chair and watch the show properly, but contractual obligations
forced her to maintain her chest-form until such a point as anyone tried to "open" her. Already
she was making plans for what she would do after getting her hands on him, not all of them
exactly wholesome, very few ending anywhere but in a bedroom underneath a thick set of sheets.
In the meantime, though, the mimic entertained herself watching the intruder try to make sense
of where he was, even going so far as to produce a paper map of the floor plans, dreadfully
outdated from what little Kyoob could see.
In what had to be the first and probably only act of resolute confidence that man ever
displayed, he nodded to no one in particular and turned around, facing away from the disguised
mimic… only to remember he was headed the wrong direction and doing a full one-eighty, only
then noticing the conspicuously placed chest in the middle of the corridor. Secretly, Kyoob
wished for him not to fall for it; he already got caught by the doorbell, so tripping over what had
to be the second biggest, most obvious trap of all would just be rubbing it in. It wouldn't even be
fun anymore, even if it did give her an opportunity to go cuddle-wild with someone as cute as
them.
Unfortunately, it did look like he was going to open the chest. Outstretching his hand, the
young man's eyes glinted with the promise of riches, his fingers twitching as they approached
Kyoob's disguised body. Silently begging for reason not to strike at him, the mimic held back on
revealing herself until it was absolutely necessary, buying just enough time that the intruder
snapped back to reality, literally flinching hard enough to move back a full foot or so. He shook
his head, mumbling something to himself before rummaging around in his bag. For a second
there, Kyoob wondered just what was going to happen; would he produce a weapon, a charm,
perhaps a gadget that could scan her and reveal her true nature? Maybe he had prepared
something just for the occasion and was looking for a challenge? The possibilities were endless,
especially the enticing ones, which is precisely why the mimic's spirits plummeted once she saw
the young man pull out… a book.
It was old, ratty, tattered and had probably been passed through at least five or six
generations before ending up there, but the title was still somewhat legible: "McHanson's Guide
to Monsters: A Bestiary Vol. III" written in what was presumably golden embroidering a few
decades before. Kyoob didn't know whether to laugh or cry at such an amateurish move on their
part; it had been years since she even saw a copy of that thing anywhere, and even then it was at
a library sale where the owner couldn't get rid of it even after trying to give it away for free. To
think that anyone still had that in their collection, much less used it as an adequate source of
information, was so laughable that the mimic almost failed to keep her disguise up.
Who was that guy?
The young man poured through the pages, clearly looking for any picture that looked like the
chest Kyoob resembled. He wouldn't find it; she made sure to masquerade herself in the latest of
storage fashions, whereas that compendium was written and published back when straight angles
were still a thing. Predictably, and despite going through most of the bestiary at least three times,
the intruder gave up, grunting in frustration before unsheathing a pathetically small dagger and
stepping forward.
Now, Kyoob had a few options. She was obviously good enough at her job to take care of
this low-ranking, so-called "adventurer" without breaking a sweat, but that much held true for
most people who tried to break into the compound. Her work had turned into half-paycheck
half-artistic self-improvement, with the mimic deliberately going out of her way to try and make
her appearances as theatrical as possible; it gave her enough clout to be a part of the local theater
troupe, even if it was just as a side hobby, plus, again, it served as an amazing ice-breaker when
she contacted her "victims" during her days off. For this one though?
She had another idea entirely.
She'd been meaning to try that out for so long that she honestly forgot how long it even was.
Part of her recalled her earliest days on the job, with the thought glancing her occasionally, but it
wouldn't be until much later that it crystallized into an actual goal. It was so simple, so
unrefined, and yet it was arguably the greatest demonstration of her power. After all, what could
establish dominance more easily than simply breaking the illusion, emerging into her real form
and then towering over a now-terrified adventurer while dressed in her finest, form-accentuating
regalia, without so much as a warning, flash of magic or any kind of flair.
One moment she was a chest, another she had a chest to flaunt.
"Sup~?"
One word was all it took for the little thing to start screaming his head off, instantly dropping
the dagger and then falling onto his ass while scuttling back towards the far wall. It was honestly
impressive; normally they didn't come so loud when they were less than five-foot-five, but those
were an impressive pair of lungs that guy had. Still annoying as all hell, so Kyoob raised a finger
to shush him, to no avail. Another attempt was made, and yet nothing, with the mimic quickly
losing her patience at the complete lack of spine being demonstrated; he was cute, but every
second he spent screaming reduced that adorableness by dangerous amounts.
Therefore, a slap to the back of the head.
It was like a switch being flipped. As soon as her hand made contact, the scream was caught
midway in the man's throat, leaving behind a very confused-looking, slack-jawed young
adventurer who was clearly way in over his head. He gulped, closing his mouth and looking
upwards, very obviously trying not to look at Kyoob's bosom; she had to appreciate the
misplaced chivalry, even if her clothes were deliberately picked to accentuate that part of her,
and thus resolved to make things a lot easier for him. She squatted, taking up the most
comfortable position as she then knelt down, the height difference being enough to ensure that
she was still more than tall enough to loom over him, though it did make ignoring her chest a lot
harder than it was before… especially when she began scooching up closer to him, giggling
quietly to herself while bringing one hand to ruffle up the intruder's hair.
"Y'know, it's been a while since anyone this cute's come 'round the place," she cooed,
reducing the amount of space between them so much that it was borderline scandalous, "and I
have to say, falling for the doorbell? Almost made me not want to waste my time."
She swooped in closer still, her face inches away from his, before giving him a quick peck on
the forehead and leaning back, giving the poor man in front of her some breathing space.
"Almost~"
The two sat there, looking at one another for an uncomfortably long amount of time. It was
enough for Kyoob to get a good read on the man: very young, obviously in his early twenties,
clearly inexperienced and very poor, judging from the mishmash of equipment on him, and not
affiliated with the Guild, going with the lack of its insignia. Probably some random farmer's kid
who used up his inheritance to go off on a quest and forgot he wasn't living in the Middle Ages
anymore. Still, an admirable effort… if just an effort.
"So, do you have a name? Or am I gonna have to slap it out of you?" Kyoob spoke up again,
making sure her tone was as non-threatening as possible; still drew a flinch out of the adventurer
anyway.
He took a while to respond, and even when he did his tone made it very clear he was a
half-second away from collapsing into another screaming fit.
"A-aren't you… a-aren't you gonna kill me?"
Kyoob stared at him, not quite believing what she had just heard. She wanted to say
something, anything, but the sheer absurdity of that question made it hard to take seriously. Her
urge to laugh grew until it could grow no more, bursting forth into a fit of raucous cackling so
powerful that the mimic found herself rolling around on the floor before she could control
herself. Even then it still took her a few minutes before remembering where she left her
composure, after which the poor man in front of her seemed to be more confused than scared
anymore.
"Honey, if I wanted to kill you I would've snapped my chestmouth on you when you tried to
pick me open," Kyoob confessed, conveniently ignoring how the young man was clearly not
going to do such a thing, "nah, I saw you fall for the doorbell and I thought to myself that I just
had to meet you in person."
"But you're a monster though," the intruder retorted, obviously uncomfortable with using the
word, "y-you're a mimic."
"I know, it's such a bore sometimes. Honestly? I live for people like you; it gets so tiresome
having to go through pretender after pretender thinking they're hot shit because they bought an
overpriced floor plan and think they know how to deal with us. You were lucky, you got spat out
near the vault" - she pointed to her right, down the corridor, at the end of which was a massive
steel door - "and near me~"
Despite Kyoob's reassurance that she didn't intend to kill anyone, her tone of voice would
alert anyone to the fact her true plan was anything but wholesome. There was a very good reason
why her outfit revealed as much of her form as it did, and accentuated what it didn't to the
degree that it might as well not be there, and it wasn't for any kind of fashion sense; the mimic
quite enjoyed the impact she had on others, especially when they turned out to be cute little
miscreants like…
"... what's your name again, hun?"
"M-Michael, ma'am," the intruder mumbled, "Michael Sorden."
"First off, call me ma'am again and I'm slapping you upside the head without holding back,"
Kyoob threatened, "secondly, hello Michael! My name's Kyoob and I have a bed with your
name on it in my dormitory!"
The words were delivered with such innocent cheer and excitement that Michael took a few
seconds to process what was happening to him, barely able to react as the mimic picked him up
in her (surprisingly soft) hands, holding his body close to hers and unceremoniously shoving his
face directly into her bosom. It was even more comfy that her embrace, it was warm, and for
whatever reason it smelled of fresh strawberries; made sense, considering the colour scheme and
all.
"Pretty sure the boss isn't gonna like it, but he made me come in on a Sunday, so fuck 'em,"
Kyoob kept talking, "besides, it's been a while since I've had an opportunity to have a bit of fun.
You're ok with this by the way, right?"
"Hum… y-you're not gonna eat me, are you?"
"Honestly I was expecting the reserve to happen," the mimic quipped, cackling like a lunatic
for a few seconds afterwards, "oh, I slay myself sometimes…"
Though clearly still scared about the prospect of… whatever was supposed to be happening,
the joke was well-received by Michael, whose face, stuffed as it was in a bust that gave him
more comfort than the best of pillows, mellowed out for the first time since they ran into one
another. He was almost certain he was going to end up seriously bruised and covered in gashes,
at least assuming those hands of hers hid equally large claws, but at least he wouldn't be leaving
the compound as empty-handed as he initially thought. He tightened his hold over her, the hug
strengthening just enough for Kyoob to notice and smile back, nuzzling into the top of her
"prisoner's" head. Not exactly the birthday gift she was expecting, but then again she didn't
think she'd be leaving her workplace any time soon, either.
After all, she did have her own private bedroom. And tomorrow was her day off.
|
Sarah was a highschool senior repeating her last year. She failed two classes, so she actually only needed to go to school for half a day, just to make up the two credits. She still came to school earlier then she needed to sometimes to see if she could spot or try to talk to Maxwell. Max was one year behind her, which thanks to her failing meant they now shared one class.
Max was an odd case. Shy and timid, but also very handsome. He exercised on his own, but hated gym class. He also was oddly exempt from the gym uniform- anyone else would get benched for wearing full pant legs but the coach never hassled Max. Many people whispered rumors he is probably gay, because he retreated immediately from any girls flirting with him. And there was a good few who tried.
Sarah was almost glad to be held back so she could know about this timid good looking morsel. She would be the one to finally make him open up! She was determined- she would either go out with him or find out definitively if he was gay. She stopped him on two occasions outside of class, as he was leaving PE and heading to their shared science class. He was friendly enough and seemed a good talker, but as soon as she got flirty he got dodgy and ran off.
Today she practically trapped him, taking him by the hands to tell him something, twirling them both around the corner of a side hall where virtually no one went. She stared him right in his baby blue eyes and confessed her love to him, feeling him go tense where she still held his hands firmly, forcing him to make eye contact, but leaning more and more forward as she stepped back to give him a view of her cleavage. Now, in Sarah's defense, this was absolutely her last year of highschool, and Maxwell was a challenging prey- if she didn't trap him she may never know! They could be the perfect couple but neither will know till they tried, and after this semester they may never see each other again. Normally she would never stoop to desperate tactics like this! But someone had to pin down this soft skinned angel-boy!
She was surprised how aggressive he was squirming out of her grip. He seemed extremely flustered, apologizing and practically overlapped two obvious excuses to not be there in his haste to flee. He dashed off before she could argue at least a solid yes or no out of him! She was fine with him turning her down, but he literally never gave a straight answer! No...not this time! Sarah followed him quickly, but he seemed so flustered he was staggering a bit, like he wasn't sure which direction to flee. He was going to the gym bathrooms! Dirty trick, she couldn't follow him into the boy's bathroom! She picked up her hustle going around another corner, knowing she had to beat him there, immediately tripped over him and hit the floor at enough speed that she actually slid a good two feet before stopping.
Sarah spun around and placed a hand between her legs knowing he could see up her skirt at that angle, but before anything else she realised something was very wrong. He was laying on the floor on his side- his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. Did he have asthma?! She called to him but he did not respond. Sarah shook him but he remained unconscious. She rolled him onto his back and her eyes immediately locked on to the tent in his pants. Max was absolutely packing, the fabric was strained. She was still very much concerned with his health but...he was completely unconscious...Max wouldn't know if she took a quick peek.
As she lifted the waistband of his pants she realised why it was fine he didn't wear shorts ever. No shorts fit him. His cock was as thick as her wrist! Now full length but still floppy it reached past the knee of his pants! It was taped to his thigh to hold it in place! With a very long gasp and a double check to make sure no one was near, Sarah realised what she had done. He ran from flirting girls because his cock was so massive his body didn't contain enough blood to operate it! She gave him a boner, which then caused him to black out from loss of blood. Her own face went blood red as she pulled his pants down. She had no choice, she literally had to get him off and tame his dick, or his brain would die from lack of oxygen!
Even at maximum capacity his dick had some bend to it, it was impossible for it to go completely rigid. Sarah could not close the fingers of her hand around its girth, forcing her to use both hands and twist lightly as she worked the shaft to try and cover as much surface area as possible. When she went to kiss the helmet head that was on its own large enough to fill her palm- she seen his heavy nuts far below. They looked like oblong ostrich eggs! She wasn't going to get anywhere leaving those monsters hanging! Sarah grumbled in hurried frustration, trying to think of how she could even pull this off. There was just too much cock to please all at once, but the longer she took to make it cum the more likely it would be to do perminant harm to him.
Sarah spread his legs and sat on her knees between, gently messaging the large curves of his nuts, gripped the base of his shaft with her other hand, pressed her now bare breasts into the upper shaft through opened shirt, and grabbed the head of the cock in her mouth and used that to hold the entire thing in place. She had to sit up on her knees to do this! Completely sitting, his dick would be past her mouth. If she tried hard enough, she might actually get the entire head in her mouth because of how rubbery the skin is, but didn't want to risk accidentally scraping the tender skin on her teeth- even though he wouldn't notice till later. She ended up sucking gently on the bulbous end, sliding the tip of her tongue into the urethral opening. As her right hand worked the loosed skin at the base of the shaft, she made sure to press a finger or two into the back to make sure his pulse was steady. A penis shaft is essentially three cylinders- the urethral bulge and two large long chambers that were essentially blood sponges. On the back, in the crevice between the blood reservoirs was a primary artery, this is what Sarah was feeling for- it was the primary transit of blood to the area. If only she had learned this much about general sciences she wouldn't be repeating the 12th grade. She also wouldn't have a two foot two inch cock shoved in her mouth either mind you. Which also meant Maxwell could claim the long standing(snicker) world record for dick size- which was previously 13 inches.
His balls were squirming around on their own, but after several minutes Sarah was getting worried it wasn't fast enough. This was a life or death blowjob after all! She had to kill the boner to revive the boy. Biting her lip nervously, she stood up and slid her panties down, bringing her soft pussy lips down on the curvature of his glans. She pushed down and her pussy opened up but only took two thirds of the head. Sarah groaned, knowing she had to do this, and also knowing it was going to hurt. She could take the girth but she would need to work up to it, not just plunge straight down...but there was no time. She at least had several swollen drops of precum on his glans to help as she grunted and moaned louder than she intended, and shoved herself down- crying out again in pleasure and relief as the glans fully sunk in past the first ring of muscle in her passage, making the rest seem easy in comparison to the broad purpled corona. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she could clearly see the bulge of his shaft on her gut as she squirmed her way lower. She could not take his full length, there was just no way, he was already wedged up against her cervix and that was a one-way door. She at least sunk herself down far enough to reach his nuts with her hands to once again roll the soft scrotal flesh in her pals, feeling the heft of the big spheres and the tug as they worked. Because of his condition Max basically never cums, so she probably should have expected it when the behemoth exploded in her. It stretched the walls of her pussy further out from pressure as his hot too filled her. Sarah went limp at the same speed the cock did, exhausted from her panicked sex.
Maxwell woke up shortly after with warm sunlight on his face. Sarah dashed off with him to a nearby park- desolate because of the time of day during a weekday. She did not want to risk anyone finding them in school- that they pulled off all that without already being caught was lucky. Max expected her to be grossed out or afraid of his third leg, but Sarah still very much wanted to be his girlfriend. It would be quite a responsibility. Every time his dick went up, she would have to go down on it in order to wake Max back up. Somehow...Sarah didn't mind.
|
Walk a Mile
Day 1, Part 2: Burnout
Heather fought kicking and screaming all the way to the demonstration area. At least mentally she did. She shouted, ranted, cursed, and raved most of the way, after which she began to weep and beg and plead.
"Oh be quiet." Citrus said with a snort, "Here, you take over."
The human rider suddenly found herself mostly in control of the engineered sex-pet's body, though it continued to walk down to the lobby. Heather suddenly realized that she was stark naked, and walking out in public. She hadn't noticed as while she had been trying to steer Citrus away from the repulsive prospect of what was essentially prostitution, but now she felt every eye on her body. Saw every individual that walked down the hall, some human, some Leiaou, some obviously re-engineered, or descending from those who had their DNA mauled in such a way.
Heather looked down at the ground, unable to move her hands in front of her body to cover herself. She felt heat rushing to her face, making her fur fluff. Her throat tightened, only a small squeak escaping when one of the passing scientific staff slapped her rump in passing. Heather would have turned to protest, but she looked up right into the... bust of the massive bovine-equine-lizard-biped-thing that the cobra geneticist was leading down the hall by a leash. A leash clipped to the chain between the over-endowed sex-toy's nipple rings.
The sight of the creature sent a shiver down her spine. It was eight feet in height, had massive breasts, bigger than its head, and it had four of them. A huge udder hung between its legs, and Heather was almost sure she has seen a half-hard horse cock hanging out of slit on the top of it. They had the ability to turn her into something like that if they wanted to, and Heather did not want to end up as a huge breasted minotaur-lizard with huge horns and... URGH! A tail-cock. Gross!
"They're not as gross as you think. They feel great, 'cause there's more of it. You don't have to stop at the sheath, you can keep pulling more and more of that tail into you. Very sexy when you have a tail with a good, rough scale texture to it." Citrus said with a chuckle.
Another shiver ran through their body, a not entirely unpleasant one. Heather wasn't quite sure which of the two of them that the tiny pang of arousal came from. It would feel... interesting. And it wasn't like this was her body either. But... no, she shouldn't. She shouldn't think about things like that. It was wrong.
"I agree with you on that. Just thinking about it is wrong, but only when you don't follow up. You'll just get yourself all frustrated thinking like that, always wanting, but never actually trying." Citrus said as the two walked down the lobby stairs, heading towards a large room. Heather's eyes widened as she opened the double doors and stepped inside.
Sex toys, bondage gear, restraints, costumes, all sorts of repulsive, sinful things placed in a room the size of a small gym. "Oh God..." the human rider murmured softly through the skunkette's borrowed vocal chords.
"Oh, don't worry." Citrus said, heading to a smaller doorway off to the side and stepping in. It was a simple room, just a bed and a few furnishings. A TV, a couch and chair, a shelf with a number of books on it. And pornographic videos.
Heather closed her eyes and tried to block out the images of what she'd seen. There had been an orange furred vixen in the stocks, getting plowed from behind by a ferret. It was right in front of the glass doors, everyone could see. The human whimpered softly, an undesired wetness coating her sex at the thought of it.
"You like that, do you? The thought of being fucked where everyone can see?" the skunk taunted.
"N-no." Heather said softly, the reply sounded unconvincing to her own ears.
"You don't have to worry, depending on who you get to share bodies with, you might just skip being assigned to the public sex position entirely. Or you can get lucky and be there for the next three days."
The unfamiliar wetness began to drip down Heather's thighs, "Please... please stop." she whimpered, not at all sure if she really did want the skunk to stop talking about it.
"Maybe we could get you specially assigned out in the street? Forget the appointments, and just have you out there spreading your legs for anybody that just might pass by? On all fours on the sidewalk, being double teamed by two furres on their way to work, one with his cock in your ass, and the other rammed down your throat?"
"Stop it! I don't... I don't..." Heather protested.
Citrus' teasing was interrupted by a knock on the door and a white haired snow leopard popped his head in. "Citrus, right?" he asked, not so sure he was in the right room.
Heather felt her consciousness being shoved aside as the skunk took over. "Yup, that's me. And you're Mr. Summercat yes?"
He nodded, "Just Summercat, please." he said, sitting down on the bed.
Citrus purred and lowered herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his midsection, stroking his back with her handpaws. "And is there any feature in particular that you'd like to test?"
He nodded, seemingly more than a little nervous. "The uh... enhanced muscular development in the uh..."
"No need to be so technical, silly kitty. Just say 'Citrus, I want you to milk every last drop out of my with your pussy.'" the skunk said with a grin, preventing the leopard from saying the words with a forceful kiss, pushing him back onto the bed, her hands expertly removing his belt and unzipping his jeans.
Heather could feel their arousal build, the desire to be filled and mated by this feline, someone whom they had no emotional attachment to. Just a job, not even a job, something lesser than that which Heather couldn't quite put a name to. There was nothing invested in it, Citrus had been created to perform this task and nothing more. It was empty, worthless sex, devoid of any redeemable qualities.
Or at least that's what the human rider was trying to tell herself as the tongues of the skunkette and leopard entwined, their muzzles pressed together. She gently guided him into herself, going so slow as to be teasing, allowing Summercat to experience every sensation.
The human found herself overwhelmed with sensation as she suddenly had control of their body. The sudden shift took her by surprise, her muscles relaxing, slowness forgotten, allowing the leopard to penetrate her fully. She could pull away, try to run, but she knew that Citrus would just overwhelm her again and get her to debase herself even further, to perform even more deviant acts.
"Uh... mmm..." Heather moaned. There was a presence at the edge of her consciousness, a sudden download of information through her cyberlink. Her eyes widened at the data and the note attached at the end from Citrus. If she performed well, she would be allowed to be shunted to a unit with non-demo and non-sexual duties for the afternoon.
"M-my sex has been designed with several times the nerves of a natural skunk femme." Heather found herself saying, "Ah! As a result any sort of stimulation is greatly enhanced for me, and I've given the physical and mental capacity to prevent my being overwhelmed by it. As a result of the greater number of nerves, I have incredibly fine muscular control, which I do believe is what you wanted to experience?"
"Oh... oh yeah!" Summercat said with a grin, handpaws placed on Heather/Citrus' rump, thrusting into her at a slow pace, not wanting to bring himself to close to the edge before the demonstration.
A coy grin spread over Heather's face. "There's the simple clench/release motion. But that's so easy and plain. There's the simulated thrust..."
Heather felt her vaginal muscles respond to her desire, contracting around the feline's cockhead and seeming to flow downward, reaching the base, then moving up, widening to where their flesh no longer met as the contraction moved upward, making it feel as if he had pulled out completely, the process repeating, making it feel as if he had thrust back in.
"It can be done fast or slow, as can any of my little tricks. There's many variations but..."
"Ripple." the snow leopard interrupted.
Heather's grin widened, "Ah yes, our most famous and pleasurable technique. A single, small ring pulsing up and down your length..." she said, demonstrating at a medium speed. The slow experimentation felt good, but it left Heather hungry, ravenous, wanting more.
"Or two. Parallel courses..." two now, one only caressing the lower half of his cock, and the second gripping the upper, "Or overlapping."
Heather gasped softly as the two 'flows' met, sliding up and down the male's cock, crossing over one another.
"All the way. Full ripple." Summercat said through clenched teeth.
The skunkette nodded, and both cried out as Heather's sex seemed to erupt with sensation, the ripple effect being most pleasurable for a male partner, and by extension a Companion. The two began to pant, both felt their climaxes rapidly approaching. Both arched their backs and pressed against one another, growling as they climaxed.
Heather felt everything go all funny, she found herself awash in a sea of liquid pleasure. Faintly she recognized what it was. Sensory overload. It happened with linking sometimes, the mind of the linked individual not having the ability to process the data it was given at the proper rate. The human found herself floating pleasantly, all her senses giving her positive feedback. She rather liked this, and it wasn't a condition that would clear up quickly.
It would take a few hours for everything to filter in. When she 'woke up' she'd have a backlog of feedback, and she would remembering the experiences Citrus put her through, but she wouldn't have any sort of reaction to them, they would simply be there. Nothing more. Mmm... it was nice, but she preferred the real world. It was a wonderful escape from the forced experiences that she was being put through.
A little nagging voice popped up in the back of her head, one of her own. It reminded her that she hadn't exactly been forced into anything with Summercat. She had been given an opportunity to lessen her punishment, and had quite willingly had sex with the feline, and had enjoyed it even.
No, that... wasn't right, was it? She was the victim here! She had been forced into doing this, they would make her fuck even if she didn't want to do it herself. But she hadn't fought when she could have, rather than trying to flee, she had done as she was told, like a good little fuck toy.
The pleasure of her senses still remained, but Heather's mind was troubled. They... they had tricked her! She wouldn't fall for that again! The skunk had gotten her worked up and aroused, eager to scratch the itch in that evil part of her body... their body. Heather shouldn't think of it as her body. She was a lithe human with brown hair and a freckled complexion, not an oversexed half-animal.
But Citrus' body had felt better than her own. Well toned and muscled beyond anything Heather's furnace-like metabolism and and nervous energy would ever allow her to be. Not without spending a lot of time in the gym, and that would be vanity. That would be actively altering her natural appearance. Her genes had designed her to be thin and built like a gymnast.
Heather had liked the sensations of simply being Citrus. Feeling air currents brush over her fur, the feelings of tight, strong muscles in her digigrade legs as she walked, the way she instinctively swayed her hips from side to side as she walked, making her tail sway. The pleasant weight of breasts on her front, rather than the almost non-existent swellings Heather had in her own natural body.
She wanted to cry, but with the floating sensation of overload, she couldn't find the proper body parts to do so. The Leiaou were confusing her, they made her feel so good, they preyed on her insecurities, they tried to exploit the vile desires that she had from the corrupt part of her mind that wanted to see her dragged down into becoming a wicked, lustful, perverse creature. A creature who warped her body to match her warped mind.
But she liked it. She had enjoyed herself. She had felt pleasure and... and... and wanted more. They were sick, disgusting, sex crazed beasts, they were doing things to her mind, and they could all because Heather had a cyberlink. It was the only unnatural alteration to her body that had ever been done to her, she had needed it in order to be an operative, to be able to send and receive encrypted messages in utmost secrecy.
Even changes made with good intentions came back to haunt you. Heather was being punished for her crimes against her flesh and against her spirit. The damned cats were trying to control her and corrupt her with everything. But Heather wouldn't give up. She would resist and struggle and fight with all her might.
She felt better now, and let the pleasure of the sensory overload consume her, letting her consciousness float over it. Mmm... it was nice. Maybe she could trigger it again in the other three creatures she would be shackled to as her punishment? Yeah, she would do that, get herself off easy. That is if the cats actually let her go.
They probably planned to break her down, make her beg and plead to become one of them. To spend the rest of her life in disgusting debauchery. But Heather was strong, she was determined. She wouldn't let them pervert her soul. They could change her body and they could use their technical sorcery to fill her mind with revolting things, but as long as the core of her being fought on, Heather would never be truly defeated.
Yes... the Leiaou had put those fantasies in her head, the ones that made her aroused. They weren't her own thoughts. Heather was a pure and perfect person. And she was a human, a genetically pure, relatively unaltered human from pure human ancestry. Desires like being violated in public were definitely not something that came from her pure heart.
Now, if she could only figure out a way to deal with the Afterglow that would be present when she woke up...
-o-
Heather yawned and stretched, opening her eyes. Surprisingly there wasn't any sort of Afterglow sensation overwhelming her, nor were there are sensations of experience past when she had blacked out. She felt the pleasant sense of sexiness that accompanied being in Citrus' artificially created body. What she didn't feel, however, was any sense of Citrus herself. The mental choke chain that she felt, giving the skunkette the ability to yank physical control away from her human rider at any time, was gone.
"Welcome back, Heather." came a pleasant female voice from her side.
Heather turned her head to see a fox in a lab coat looking down at her, a smile on her muzzle.
"We had a bit of a problem with compatibility issues between Citrus and yourself. You see, she's one of our older demo models, and we thought we'd gotten all the upgrades done properly for her so you could link properly. There was an error with the sensory caps. Your brain isn't designed to handle the amount of sensory data that Citrus is, so you went into a bit of a pleasant overload from Citrus' climax. It won't happen again, we've fixed it. But as a result Citrus' cybermind has to be shut down. So rather than have you unconscious will Citrus fixes herself, she decided to let you have full run of her body." the vixen explained, Heather noticed she had strange eyes, one gray, and the other strangely split, half of it blue and the other green.
"So that means no more sex today, right?" Heather asked hopefully.
The vixen just smiled wider, "Oh you still have duties to perform, it's just that we can't let you cum until Citrus has fully updated her software. Though don't think of misbehaving, you're not capable of it. Demo model obedience programs have been switched on, which completely override all concious behavior. So while you may think about escape, you won't be able to leave the room if you have the slightest thought of it on your mind."
Heather nodded in reply. "It wouldn't do me any good anyway, you guys have my real body locked up somewhere. Without it you can just yank me right back here. And even if I did know where it was, my control of Citrus' body would end the moment I unplugged my unconcious self from the linking computers. It would be pointless to try."
The scientist chuckled and patted her head, scratching behind her ears. Heather felt her eyes half closing, and she purred with pleasure at the touch. "Good girl." the vixen said, "Now, unfortunately the two of you have slept through all Citrus appointments, which had to be given over to another individual, though Doctor Baine is more than happy to let Abby take up the slack at times like this. But that doesn't mean you've gotten off easy. Having to look at that beautiful, naked body all afternoon has me quite frustrated. I think that you should reward me for my troubles. Say, with a blowjob?"
The vixen stood, slipping out of hir pants, hir strangely wolfen member fully erect. Heather found herself strangely fascinated by another of the vixen's features, her four large breasts. The rider also found herself licking her lips and nodding, "As you wish, Mistress Kesarra." she found herself saying without her permission.
The vixen chuckled and slipped off hir lab coat and top, giving Heather a far better view of hir large breasts. The vixen seemed to be either re-engineered, or at least having one in hir family tree somewhere in recent generations, as Heather could see the fur of the right arm, normally black, was instead white, and just the one arm. Between that, the eyes, and the lupine cock. Seemingly random, unmirrored changes, oddities that were the result of genetic pollution but... somehow Heather thought they were kind of sexy.
A bit of a head shake to try and clear those thoughts from her head did nothing. Maybe it was Citrus' influence? After all, there was still some processing going on the the skunk's mind. There had to be in order for Heather to be able to control Citrus' body. It was probably stray thoughts and desires leaking over from being fully linked.
Kesarra climbed on top of the hospital bed, kneeling over Heather, who brought her muzzle to the vixen's cock, taking it in her mouth slowly, reluctantly. Her face was scrunched up, as if expecting a bad taste to accompany it. Heather actually found the taste rather pleasant, though she kept moving her head forward slowly, just waiting for her gag reflex to kick in.
Instead of a gag, she felt the feeling of soft fur against her snout, taking the vixen's cock all the way in without a problem. She felt the vixen take her ears in her handpaws, pulling head head back with gentle tugs. Heather found her hands moving upward, finding Kesarra's lower breasts, caressing them, running her thumbs over the nipples.
Something was wrong. Heather wasn't feeling the proper objections forming in her head against the act that ought to be happening. Maybe it was because this wasn't quite as drastic of a sexual act? Yeah, it wasn't anything gross like anal sex was, or something that was sacred, like normal sex. The result would just go right into her stomach and be removed from her body, just like food was. Yeah, this wasn't so bad.
Heather found herself purring louder, and found her tongue moving in a way that seemed almost instinctual, hard wired into Citrus' body. She heard the scientist gasp softly, arching hir back, thrusting hir cock forward. "Oh... good girl, Heather, very good girl."
The human rider smiled, glad she was doing a good job. The thing about this that she found the most objectionable was her caressing of Kesarra's breasts. It wasn't really a proper thing to do, but... they felt so nice, and made the vixen look so beautiful. Probably overcompensation for her own small chest, that given the opportunity Heather would have a bit of an attraction to someone else's rather big breasts. Especially since there were four of them.
There was definitely something wrong, she shouldn't be thinking like this. She shouldn't be attempting to rationalize why she was enjoying this. Oh God. She was! She was enjoying it! She actually liked doing this! And she couldn't help herself. She knew it was wrong, she knew that she shouldn't be doing it, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at herself for doing it.
They had done something to her, done something while she was unconscious. They were messing with her mind more and more. It wasn't fair! She ought to be able to resist this, ought to be able to fight back. But she couldn't! They were making it so she enjoyed doing this things. She couldn't even call the act repulsive. She liked it. She liked giving head. No, no, no, no, no, oh!
Kesarra thrust hard into Heather's muzzle, a warm wetness suddenly gushing down onto Heather's chest, shortly followed by the presence of a hot, sticky goo in her mouth. Cum. It didn't taste bad at all, just kind of salty and thick. Heather found herself eagerly gulping it down, trying to coax out every last drop.
She felt kind of sad when the vixen pulled away, sighing pleasantly. "That was wonderful, Heather. A little hesitation at first, but you performed admirably."
The skunkette, for the moment anyway, blushed. "Thank you, Mistress. Can I do it again?" she asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
Kesarra laughed, "I wish you could, but I have work to do. You've behaved well, however. You have the rest of the night off, go back to your room and do whatever you like."
Heather nodded, getting one last look at the vixen's breasts before shi pulled hir shirt back on.
-o-
Out in the hallway Heather found herself blushing and looking down at her feet as she passed the occasional person in the hall. She was still completely naked, and had the vixen's juices dripping down her breasts and belly for all to see as well. It was embarrassing, but it also made Heather feel a little horny.
She was ashamed by her nakedness, but also found herself aroused by her shame, and ashamed by her arousal as well. She willed her legs to move faster, wanting to get herself out of the public eye. Thankfully she wasn't far from the room that Citrus shared with Strawberry. The door was unlocked and slid open at her touch, allowing her inside.
Heather quickly made her way to the bedroom, wanting to find something to wear. She knew instinctively where Citrus' clothes were, and how to get the pair of tight shorts on with the presence of a tail. The human couldn't bring herself to put a shirt on, however. She rather liked the breasts she had as Citrus. She liked looking down and seeing the large orbs on her chest. But she had to clean herself up.
Her hand went to her chest, her fingers gathering the sticky drips and droplets and bringing them to her mouth before Heather knew what happened. A sweet taste spread over her tongue.
"I thought I heard you come in." came a purring voice from behind her.
The skunk turned to see Strawberry, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt. The red and white furred feline hugged her, then crouched, her rough tongue lapping up Kesarra's fem-cum from Heather's fur.
"Mmm... and you brought me desert, how nice." Berry purred.
In a few moments Heather's fur was nice and clean, if a little wet still.
"Citrus? You okay?" Strawberry asked, standing up, looking her sister over.
"I'm Heather." the human rider said softly.
Berry's eyes widen and her facial fur fluffed in a blush, "Oh gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't know. I hope you're not mad at me?"
"For what?" Heather asked, a little bit puzzled.
"For licking you like that."
The skunk shook her head, "Oh, no, it's fine."
"You sure? I won't do things like that without permission."
"No, really. It's okay I..." Heather looked down at her feet, "I kind of liked it." she said, embarrassed and ashamed.
"Okay, now you're upset. I can tell. Want to talk about it?" the feline asked, head tilted to the side.
Heather nodded, and found her hand in Berry's. The cat lead her to the sofa, sitting her down and taking a seat next to her. The skunk found herself instinctively snuggling up against the feline, wrapping her arms around Berry's waist, resting her head on the feline's plentiful breasts.
"I think they did something to me, to make me more... like one of you." Heather said, "I woke up after recovering from sensory overload and I'm not thinking right. From the moment I woke up, I feel... wrong. I didn't feel anything with the doctor told me to suck her off, I didn't resist at all, or feel repulsed or disgusted or anything."
"I found myself drawn to her breasts, I wanted to... do things... to them. I put my hands on them when she didn't ask me, I did it on my own. And I... I enjoyed it. I enjoyed giving oral sex. And I don't feel bad about it at all, and that scares me. I got turned on in the hallway walking back. I... I like Citrus' breasts, and I can't bring myself to cover them up." Heather said, beginning to cry.
Strawberry stroked Heather's head as the human in the skunkette's body continued, "And this morning I found myself turned on by the thought of being fucked in public, having sex where everyone could see. The very thought of it made me feel so ashamed, and so horny. I think they put that in my head too."
The feline thought for a few moments before giving her reply. "Heather, I think it might be all you. The Leiaou laws won't let anyone here do anything to your head without your permission, so far as actually changing anything. What's going on here with you being linked to Citrus, myself, and the others may not be legal under human laws, but since this is a Leiaou government owned facility, our laws apply here. If somebody's been changing things in your head, then they're going to be in trouble."
Heather's eyes widened at the cat's words, "But I'm not at all like this. I wasn't this morning, not to this degree. It happened when I was floating around in sensory overload, or right after."
"I can network with Citrus, and through her link run a diagnostic scan on you, if you'd like."
Heather bit her lip, it might be a trick to let her open up and expose her to more corrupting influences. The human shivered, a wetness between her legs. She found herself wanting to be corrupted, a strange, perverse desire that felt like her own.
"Go ahead." she said softly, nothing to lose.
Berry nodded, shifting her tail around. "I had a linking cord installed in my tail." she explained, playing with the tip, moving the fur to reveal the skin, which parted to reveal the silvery metal of a cyberlink connector, slipping it into the port hidden behind Citrus/Heather's ear.
"Can I maybe... um... play with your breasts, Strawberry?" Heather asked, her tears tried up, suddenly realizing what her head was laying on.
The red cat chuckled, "Go right ahead, I won't complain." she said, slipping off her shirt, cradling the skunkette in her arms as Heather began to suckle.
"Now, let's see if anything is wrong with you..."
-o-
Heather purred softly as she nursed, enjoying it. She liked having something in her mouth, be it a cock or a nipple. Maybe she might get lucky and have a customer with cock-nipples? That would be fun. She found that she liked nursing a bit more than sucking cock, the steady stream of liquid was far more satisfying, especially when it tasted strongly of garden fresh strawberries.
A few minutes passed before Heather was pulled out of her pleasant semi-trance by Strawberry shaking her shoulder. "Your cyberlink, it's an illegal job, isn't it?" Berry asked.
Heather nodded, "Yeah, one of the Pure Bloods did it. The legal ones require a bunch of genetic alterations before they'll install it. I wouldn't let them do that to me."
"There's a reason why. It's to remove certain things that might happen as a reaction to certain types of information, or certain amounts. Most of the things would happen rarely, a certain susceptibility to them present in a family line. Remove the problematic genes, correct the flawed layout, and everything works fine. You never had it done. If you had, you wouldn't have had the problem. If Citrus had a sensory overload prevention system, it wouldn't have happened." Strawberry explained
"If it had been a pain overload, you would have become a masochist. If it had been on a free fall or a space dive or something, you'd have ended up a thrill-seeker type, and adrenaline junkie. But it happened during climax. You essentially had the receptors in your mind for sex blown all the way open. The data had nowhere else to go to trigger proper stimulus so it went to other places in your mind that stored similar information, and opened those up as well. You've essentially had most of your sexual inhibitions burned out."
Heather thought about it for a moment, "They're not going to come back, are they?"
The feline shook her head, "No, they're not."
"They didn't do it on purpose?"
"No, no way to tell. It's why they make the changes in everybody, because you can't tell if someone. It takes a long time for changes in the brain to take effect, which is why most people are given the modifications at birth, so when they get a cyberlink, like ninety-nine percent of people do, they'll have the changes complete by the time their brain is developed enough to take a cyberlink without personality degradation."
"It's so much cheaper just to do it legally, no one here would even think that you might not have had the modifications. You can't tell if a link is the real deal or not, they're the same devices and set up. The only way I could tell was the datalogs, your thought processes after didn't quite match up in a particular section. I had to go out on the cybernet and look up what it meant."
"Ah." Heather said simply, snuggling back up to the red and white feline.
"Are you going to be alright?" Strawberry asked, stroking Heather's back.
"I think so. I... feel better now. Kind of good, almost... happy that it happened. It's going to make my days here a lot easier to bear. I... I'm looking forward to it now. But don't tell anyone, please?"
Strawberry looked confused, "I suppose I can, but why do you want me to keep it a secret?"
"Because I don't want them to change things around so it's more like a punishment. I... I've got parts of my brain fried, I think that's punishment enough."
"So do I. You can count on my lips being sealed."
"Good." Heather purred, wrapping her arms around Strawberry's middle. "I do have one question though."
"Go ahead."
"Do you taste like strawberries... down there too?" Heather asked, a big grin on her face.
A matching one found its way on to Berry's, "I might. Why don't you find out for yourself?" she said, unzipping her pants.
Heather licked her lips, mmm... she was going to enjoy this.
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For her
The warlock sighed. The knight was droning on about honor or some such nonsense. Why did they
always need to give a speech before a fight? No matter, he mused, it wasn't going to be much of a fight
anyway. A few gestures, a magic phrase, and it was all over. The slender knight lay in a fetal position
screaming in agony as his fingers refused to grip his sword. The warlock watched in mild disinterest as
fingers crunched into hooves, teeth jutted out to frame a snout, and a tail slid out from beneath the
heavy cuirass. The sound of metal straining, of leather snapping as the knight's body wracked with
contortions. It was over in a few moments, and he left the remnants of the knight to his skeletal guards
as he walked up his tower.
He stopped midway up as he heard the high-pitched squeal that was suddenly silenced. A slow smile
spread across his face, before he resumed his climb to a small dark room.
"It seems your father isn't ready to give up on you princess. Another knight has come calling." His voice
was almost jovial, but in the darkness, he could hear the gasp and sob. "Come now, you know the rules,
his failure is your punishment."
A soft voice sobbed from the dark corner, "Please, no!" But it was too late. The magic started to take
hold and the sob turned into a scream.
*** *** ***
"Majesty, another message from that accursed warlock." The page was out of breath, but managed a
dignified and proper bow to the king, who took the scroll as if it contained a vile beast inside it.
For all Mina knew it might. She watched from behind the curtain as the king broke the seal and unrolled
the heavy vellum. His face grew dark, she could see his mouth tense as his jaw clenched in rage. But
none of that carried in his voice, which came across even and measured, as always and befitting
someone born of his rank.
"Sir Lund has failed us. We need another champion to save the princess Rose."
"Yes, m'lord," came the echoed response from the page.
Mina shuddered and turned away, small tears streaming down her face as she fretted. The poor
princess, still trapped by that horrible demon of a man. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and
darted back away from the concealing curtain lest the king find her eavesdropping. Hiking up her skirt
she dashed to the center of the keep where the royal suites were, and made a fuss about tidying up the
princess' room. Not that it was necessary. Six months had given her ample time to clean the room a
hundred times over. Nothing was out of place. But no one seemed to care. Mina was forgotten. The
personal maid of the princess she wasn't given a second thoughts, save by the castle cook who at least
remembered to provide meals for her still, and the kindness of one stable boy who she suspected had a
crush on her.
Setting herself in her small cubby of a room adjacent to the princess she sat in thought for a while.
There must be some way she could help the princess. Four knights had gone forth to challenge the
warlock, and each time a gilded message had been returned in their stead. She had to do something,
but what?
Hours later she slipped into the dark halls, lit by only a single taper. The small light guided her as she
made her way back to the throne room. There she found the message still sitting by the throne.
Mina was very proud that she'd learned to read, though she struggled a bit with the words, sounding
them out carefully as she read the thick scrawl that covered the page in red ink.
To his most excellent and royal majesty King Jessup,
I wish to thank you for the sumptuous gift to my table. How did you know I had been
craving fresh wild boar? Or maybe that is boor? I do say, that last knight of yours did
like to talk. No matter, the issue is settled. I do hope you aren't planning to send me
another such nescience, it does get tedious after a while. May I remind you that your
daughter is in my keeping, and with each such failed attempt I shall take another part
of her humanity. I dare say you will not recognize her soon.
The message was unsigned.
Mina shivered, wondering what the warlock meant by his words. She bit her lip as she fretted over the
princess. Putting the letter carefully back she slipped away unseen from the throne room and made for
the quiet halls to the chamber of Sir Lund.
*** *** ***
Sir Ignatius left the next morning. Astride his dappled charger, his armor gleaming, he looked quite the
sight. Mina sighed as she looked down from one of the tower windows as the cheering throngs. There
were fewer now, and the cheers less joyous. The palpable sense of failure was already permeating the
crowd.
Still, the king made his speech, and the knight responded with oaths and pledges of loyalty and duty.
Even as he mounted up, and followed by his squire and a spare horse, he rode forth.
Mina tried not to cry. She was certain she'd never see Sir Ignatius again. Too bad, he was a good sort.
Very kind and noble, a knight among knights you might say. But now, she was formulating her own plan.
Returning to the princess' room she checked the stash behind the dressing curtain. As expected, no one
had touched it. It'd taken her all night to carry the pieces of Sir Lund's spare armor to the room. She
was thankful he was a slight man, wiry and very spry. Not the hulking size of someone like Sir Ignatius.
In the corner was the spare sword of Sir Bennaru. He had favored smaller lighter swords than most of
his fellow knights, and Mina had taken the sword over the two-handed thing that Sir Lund had favored.
Even so, Sir Bennaru's sword was as heavy as she could lift and swing. She'd taken a few practice chops
with it at the training post, but she knew she'd never pass as a swordsman. Not that she hoped to test
her mettle.
She hoped she remembered how it all went together. She'd watched many tournaments with the
knights and seen them buckling on the armor.
Pulling the curtain closed she settled in to wait. Her mind was made up.
*** *** ***
Mina cursed as she tried to wiggle into the gambeson. The padding fit awkwardly, and make it hard to
buckle on the various plates of the armor. She had to forgo the heavy chain; it was just too much, as
were some of the other heavy plates. The floor was strewn with several parts of the armor, her upper
arms and legs left only with the gambeson. But the important parts, were on. The straps pulled tight to
hold them onto her slight frame.
Looking at herself in the mirror, a rare prized possession of the princess, she saw her dark eyes full of
determination, while her hair flowed over the shined metal of the armor. She felt she looked a bit
foolish not being able to wear the full suit because of her slight frame. Still, she did look more like a man
now, and that was the point. All that was left was the helmet to complete her disguise.
She pulled her hair up in a bun, but still found the helm too loose. She stuffed it with a couple pieces of
rags and fitted it as snuggly as she could. She dropped the visor, which made seeing hard, but at least
now she wouldn't be seen as a maid, but as a knight errant, a warrior. Sword buckled to her side and a
shield bare of device. She sighed, steeling herself, and started toward the door.
Making her way through the castle she could hear the armor occasionally clank, but without all the extra
plating it was a lot quieter than she could have hoped. She smiled. Maybe this might work after all.
She stole from the royal suites past the guard she knew would be sleeping from the extra wine she'd
poured him this evening at dinner, and out into the stable.
The stable was quiet save the stable boy who stood ready with her horse, Marzipan, saddled and packed
with food and drink. Her beloved horse was the one great luxury that her position as the princess'
personal maid afforded her. She was thankful she knew how to ride, though sitting astride like a man
was a new sensation.
Making her way out the postern gate proved to be easier than she expected. The guards simply saluted
the knight and away she went into the darkness on some mission unknown to them. Maybe they'd
report her to the king in the morning, this strange knight leaving late at night, but the king was known to
send his knights off on missions at a whim. Her departure raised no alarms.
*** *** ***
By morning she was miles from the castle, and the small town that lay beneath its imposing walls. She
was sore. Her legs were unused to the chaffing from the horse's flanks, and the armor was heavy and
rubbed in awkward spots. But she dared not stop too close to the castle.
She had ridden north, to the wilds of the king's forest, a dark and foreboding place, and the place where
she had heard rumor that the warlock lived. She made camp in the shelter of an old oak tree out of
sight of the road, hoping to rest long enough to get her bearings and figure out a proper plan.
She took the time to take off the armor, knowing that sleeping in it would be a bad idea. Underneath
she wore little more than a page's tunic and leggings, borrowed without permission. She was unused to
the strange feel of the leggings, and she missed the feeling of her skirts. But she was out in the wild
now, and there was no point in worrying about girlish modesty while pretending to be a knight.
Thankfully it was a quiet day. She neither saw nor heard traffic upon the road the whole day, and the
night she found herself curled up against her Marzipan for warmth despite the summer heat. But other
than feeling more rested, she had made little progress in deciding how to find the warlock.
*** *** ***
The next morning found Mina strapped back into her stolen armor and astride her horse once more.
She cautiously made her way up the old north road. It's silence only broken by the clop of her
Marzipan's hooves, and the creak of her armor.
Twitching in her seat she wondered about the stories of goblins and bandits, or things far darker that
roamed these spaces. But onward she pressed into the gloom of the evening.
Her watchfulness wore on her, and her riding was weary work. Despite stops to let Marzipan rest and
refresh at a stream at midday, she was struggling to keep herself from jumping at shadows in the gloom.
On at least two occasions she felt she was being watched. Once she even challenged a deep shadow
that stood across the road. But nothing.
She couldn't shake the feeling, even as she bedded down. Sleep came, but it was fitful and full of dark
dreams of the princess being tortured.
*** *** ***
The third day found her waiting out a storm under a tree, and the fourth day found her pace slowed by
the muddy roads that the storm left. But she pushed gamely onward even as the forest became deeper
and darker. In the distance she could now see something rising from the forest, dark and foreboding.
Like a finger jabbing at the sky made of some dark stone.
"Surely that must be the place," she said. Marzipan only nickered and continued to plod onward.
The gloom that night was the deepest she'd ever felt, and she dared risk no fires here. She stared out
into the night, jumping at every sound, but nothing came of it. By morning she was exhausted from her
nightly vigil.
The morning pace was slower, and her wariness caught the soft clopping of hooves in the distance. She
reigned Marzipan, listening to the steady slow clop of another set of hooves. Ahead she saw the shape
approaching. A riderless horse. Head down, but still wearing bit and bridle, it moved slowly towards
her.
Mina sat still, watching, wondering. But she recognized this horse. It was the roan that the squire of Sir
Ignatius had ridden. What was it doing out here alone? Where was the valiant knight and his faithful
squire? Fear sent shivers down her spine, and horrible notions through her head about the end of such
goodly men. She debated stopping the horse, but it carried no supplies and seemed witless. She had no
desire to force it to travel with her.
"The gods give you speed my friend, and may you find safety." She whispered to the horse as it passed.
Its ears flicked, but no other sign did it give that it even saw them. Slowly it faded into the distance
behind them as they moved onward toward that dark finger of malignant evil.
"At least we know we're going the right way," she tried to sound upbeat, but the words felt flat and the
oppressive gloom swallowed them.
*** *** ***
Something clanked. Mina had just dismounted for the evening; the shadows were lengthening. For a
moment she stopped and listened. Nothing. "Must have been my imagination," she started, but it
came again. The rattle and clank. Still in her armor she drew the sword from its sheath. Despite her
shaky arm and inexperience its weight reassured her. For several moments she stood watching the
darkness as it gathered about her.
Nothing moved, no birds sang in the twilight. No sound. She looked into the darkness, hoping to see
what had made the noise. But nothing showed, save perhaps a dim light, light a will'o'wisp. Pale and
greenish blue, flickering in the gloom. She stared at it a moment before realizing there wasn't just one.
A second hovered near it, partially obscured by a branch. And it dawned on her. They weren't wisps.
They were eyes.
Soon she saw another pair, gleaming in the dim light, followed by a third. Her knees shook as she raised
her sword.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
The lights advanced.
Slow and steady, each foot of ground measured with the grinding sound, like a stick hitting a piece of
rusted metal. She could here her horse snort in agitation and fear.
And at once they came out into the clearing, visible to her. Rotting faces, devoid save for the fell light in
their eyes. Boney hands clasping aging spears, while pieces of rotting armor hung from desiccated
torsos.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Mina screamed. Now only scant yards separated them from her. She clambered on her horse. Her
mount needed no urging, it turned and bolted away from the fetid creatures. They flew down the road.
Ahead the road split, a fork that swung left and right. She checked Marzipan into a slow walk. Far
behind her the ominous sounds of the dead were hidden in the night. No sign of them could be seen.
To the right the road forked away from the tower, and the horse bobbed his head and started to head
down this wider path. But to the left, she saw her goal.
"I can't fail her," Mina muttered, and she checked Marzipan's impulse and pulled his head in line with
the left path. The horse, unwilling to go into such dark territory, balked a moment before letting her
mistress overrule her better horse sense. It was away from those creatures, that was good enough.
The path was almost invisible in the dark. The moon's wan light barely leeching through the trees that
grew over this path. Several times Marzipan stumbled over unseen rocks and holes, and she was afraid
he was going to come up lame, so she dismounted and walked ahead.
Eventually the road came to an end at something she had not expected. A dark opening in the ground,
sliding down under a hillside. High above she could see the moon, and in the darkness a darker spot
blotting out stars. She must be near now, perhaps this cavern would lead under the tower.
Marzipan balked. No amount of coaxing could make her come under that dark roof of rock. So, she left
him there, trusting he would be safe. But she did not tie him, least the dead found him. Mina couldn't
bear to think of her precious horse being slain by those things. She'd rather lose him. So it was that
alone she crept into the darkness.
*** *** ***
The cavern was dark, and she had no light. But she could feel a soft draft of air and she followed it. The
floor was smooth, like it was well worn, and no echoes of bats or other creatures stirred. After a time,
she noticed a light, dim and flickering, but warm like firelight. Slowly it grew brighter, enough that she
could see she was in a worked tunnel now, and ahead the faint flow had become two points of golden
red light cast off from lanterns mounted beside a large door.
This must be the base of the tower, she thought, as she climbed a small set of wide carved steps. The
door was twice the normal size, and sigils and evil marks surrounded the portal. But none moved. No
flash of magic, even as she reached out and grasped the ring.
The door opened with ease, silently swinging on well-oiled hinges. A great chamber lay beyond, high
ceilinged and lit by many flickering lanterns.
Mina swallowed hard and stepped through, carefully closing the door behind her. She stepped into the
light warily. She saw nothing save a dais, upon which was a dark throne that sat empty.
Each step she took echoed loudly now. Her armored boots giving away her movements. She cursed
them even as she made her way to the base of the dais. She looked up and still saw nothing.
A malicious sounding laugh echoed around her. Booming in her ears.
"Very good, Sir Knight, you have found my abode. Has King Jessup sent another so soon? I was still
cleaning up the last one." The laughter echoed again.
Mina said nothing but looked franticly for the sound of the voice.
"Oh, how very rude of me, you would like to see your better. I will oblige." Another laugh and a flash of
light. A slender man, neither young nor old, beardless with thick curls of dark hair sat lounging atop the
throne. His robes were of saffron and midnight, embroidered with stars and symbols she couldn't quite
understand. They seemed to shift and move about him.
Mina stared at the man. He seemed both powerful and yet, underwhelming. Her sword sat loose in her
scabbard, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hilt.
"So, sir knight, I see a shield but no device. Are you as devoid of tongue as you are heraldry?" The
mockery in his tone was clear.
Mina looked at him through her visored helm and slowly drew the sword. It made a metallic hiss as it
left the scabbard. He only laughed again.
"Really now, you think that thing will bother me? You can't climb the steps faster than I can crush you in
that piecemeal suit of ill-fitting armor. I do say, you most certainly are not of the standard I am used to
from good old Jessup. Are you here on your own? Maybe hoping for a reward from the king? It won't
matter you know. It's probably too late."
Mina stared at him. Silence.
"I will say you are a breath of fresh air though, normally I can't get my visitors to shut up. You've not
said a word here about chivalry or duty. It's all very nice, but you do know I am going to have to do
away with you."
CLANK.
Mina spun. The entrance to the hall had swung open. There, standing were the three desiccated
monsters that she had fled from. In the light she knew them now. They were three of the knights who
had sought the princess. The tabard of Sir Ignatius was still visible on his rotting body, while another
was clearly Sir Bennaru. The third, she thought might be Sir Mikhal. She wanted to scream. Each brave
knight now little but shambling monsters.
"I see you know these fellows. A pity they felt the need to come here. They shall now be my servants
forever. Perhaps you'd like to join them?" His eye glittered as she looked back up at him.
The three fetid skeletal warriors made no move to advance. Each standing with spear or sword in hand,
blocking her exit. She wondered how long the warlock would toy with her. He was clearly having fun.
She wondered what had become of Sir Lund, Sir Horatio, and the squires. Most of all she wondered
about the fate of the princess. Still, she said nothing, her mind raced as she tried to figure out a plan.
The wizard abruptly stood up. "Well, I am tired of the charade. Perhaps I show you what you've come
to find, a bit of a teaser before I decide what to do with you." He snapped his fingers and from behind
the throne a head popped into view. Rich golden curls cascaded down around a delicate face which was
half hidden behind a soft veil of white. The face saw Mina, or the more the knight Mina was pretending
to be, and blanched visibly. Even at this distance Mina could see the princess shaking in fear. As quickly
as she appeared the head slipped from view again.
'You see, she's with me still, but king will not know her much longer. But it won't matter for you. It is
time to make you into something more useful than some stooge for the king."
Power crackled audibly at the tips of the dark sorcerer's fingers as he flexed his magical might. The first
traces of his power reaching out to engulf Mina in their embrace.
"Long ago, I heard tell of a legendary creature, half man, half bull that lived in a dark dungeon and
guarded the treasurers of a great king. I think I fancy having one of those things for myself. How do you
feel about it?"
The magic surged, and Mina screamed. The power arced through her, twisting and contorting her body.
She sagged at the first blows as her feet began to clench within her boots. The second blow of the
magic sent her reeling to the floor as her knees shot unnaturally backwards. Blow after blow of the
magic, one causing her hips to swell outward, straining the straps of her armor. Another found her
gasping for air as her chest began to constrict within the heavy metal breastplate as her own breasts
surged outward. Her body thickened, slowly gaining mass. No longer the simple slender maid, her body
began to take on a more bestial shape as it forced strap after strap to give, and she could feel the
gambeson begin to stretch and tear.
Buckles had started to pop as she felt a new sensation, this above her groin. Swelling and pressing
outward into the course thick layers of the stitched linen garment. She felt first one, then another pop
as new flesh sprang forth on the bugling mass. At last, the fabric gave way, letting the mass surge
outward onto her thighs. The tearing of the fabric released the long ropelike tail behind her, and is
swished in time with her trembling body.
But her mind was slowly being pulled elsewhere. Her widening hips began to shake, her minds being
consumed by new urges as she bucked at the sensation of her groin becoming hot with need. She could
almost feel the surge in her womanhood as it tried to keep up with her changing form. Hot, needy,
demanding. The urges of her new form.
Inside her helmet she her face was flushed, she felt her ears twitch as they brushed the sides of the
helmet, and a sudden piercing sensation in each temple. Her mind was fuzzy, lost in lustful thoughts of
sex and violence, but she swam against this raging tide to remember to yank off the offending helmet
before her horns reached outward and forever trapped her within the metal confine.
The helmet barely slid free, iron squealing in protest as the burgeoning horns scraped the inside. She
managed to toss the thing to the ground just as her horns blossomed to sharp points.
The warlock, until now mostly unconcerned with the charge finally took note of the clang as the helmet
hit the floor as he stared at the beast he was creating. A moment, enough that Mina felt the magical
pressure ease, the changes slow. She could see him now, only feet from her, but her hand could not
reach for the dropped sword that lay nearby. His face was full of surprise for a fleeting moment, but
soon turned to a wicked and dark smile.
"A maid? Pretending to be a knight? Oh, how interesting!" His fingers reached down and grabbed her
chin. "Why you have such a pretty face, let's not mar that, not yet anyway. Besides, I want to see what
the princess thinks when she sees you. I have a feeling she is going to know who you are, and I am very
curious."
Mina tried to shake off his hand but she felt utterly trapped. A word from him and the magic returned,
tightening its grip around her with renewed pressure. The bugling growth of her body snapped strap
after strap, and buckles cracked as they gave way to the growth. The heavy plates falling to the floor
with clangs, the gambeson little more than a shredded mess barely concealing her nakedness. Her large
breasts flopped free, the thick nipples almost grazing the floor. She could feel the equally heavy
sensation on her thighs and knew that if she could see she'd find the udder of a cow, complete with long
thick teats that she could feel two of brushing the cold stone floor. Behind her the cool air ran across
her prominent mound, now aching. Small drips ran down her massive thighs and on to the furry hocks
that pulled free of the uncomfortable armored boots.
At last, the magic seemed to fade, leaving Mina panting, her body drenched in sweat.
The warlock still stood above her, but he looked smaller somehow. Still, she knew he was the master
here, and her body still refused to obey her commands.
He paced around her. "Ah, but you do look interesting. Very fetching in a carnal way." He reached out
to stroke her and was rewarded with a shiver. Whether that shiver was revulsion or desire, Mina
couldn't really tell. He continued his circuit, remarking here and there on her pleasing shape and
contours, and how her growth had enhanced many of her womanly charms. Mina barely registered it as
her body surged with more feelings, and her mind grappled with the vestiges of the magic that seemed
to still be holding her in his power.
Finally satisfied, and seemingly quite pleased with his handiwork the wizard snapped his fingers.
"Princess, come down. I want you to see your new friend."
Mina struggled to look up as the princess' head, still veiled poked back out from behind the empty
throne.
Slowly she slid out from behind, covered in a gossamer dress of white that swept behind her in a long
train. Mina's mind turned. Trying to understand what looked so wrong with her sweet princess. Slowly
she watched her mistress descend the stairs, in a smooth almost undulating fashion, not a footfall to be
heard. Everything seemed off, but in her fogged mind Mina could not understand why.
At last, she saw the princess, barely shoulder height to the Warlock, her diaphanous gown stretching out
behind her.
The princess looked on her with shock and horror. At first, she'd paid the knight no attention. She had
long since given up on being rescued, and even now she wasn't sure that she wanted to be after the
horrors visited upon her. But here she beheld her closest friend and confidant, her Mina, rippling under
the magic of her captor. The exaggerated curves of the bovine woman, hinting as much to sex as to
power, all capped by Mina's gentle dark hair and expressive face. The princess started to sob.
The warlock clapped and laughed. "Oh good, you do know her! Do tell! Do tell! Is she someone dear
to you? Someone you know well?"
The princess sobbed again, her voice cracking, "She is my maid."
"A maid? You mean some body servant wench you ordered about? And yet she came for you? Why
princess, I'm surprised you had a friend in the world. But now you shall be together again! Forever in
my service."
Both Mina and the princess choked back sobs or horror as he said that.
Bending down the warlock looked back into the eyes of Mina who still knelt on the ground. "Well, little
maid, would you like to see your princess now? To see what each of your predecessors, her would be
rescuers, have cost her?" His tone was mocking, his grin sadistic.
Mina could see the horrified look in the princess' eyes. She was afraid of what Mina would see. But the
choice was not hers, for with a wave of his hand the Warlock made the gown and veil vanish, leaving her
princess in all her naked glory. It was a sight Mina was not prepared for.
She wasn't sure where to start. The princess' face was now marred by a short piglike snout, two tusks
jutting up from her lower jaw. Her shoulders were rounded now, without no sign of the arms or dainty
hands that she once possessed. Yet her chest stood out proud and full, with four large breasts with
nipples that were quickly hardening in the chill air. At her hips, her legs were gone, but in their place her
womanhood had grown, to enormous proportions, and stretched out behind her as if she were riding a
giant snail or slug. Mina could see the cleft between the lips and the faint wafting scene of sex.
"How do you like my work?" He chortled. "With each knight who came I sought to take a bit more of
her humanity from her. Do you think I succeeded?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. He seemed
to take great pleasure in detailing his handiwork. "Ah let's see. The first, the first, that was Sir Horatio,
wasn't it? Yes, and I took from her limbs." He rubbed the smooth shoulder of the princess at this, the
smooth curve of the hip as it disappeared into the fleshy mound of her sex. "Then there was that oaf,
Sir Bennaru, and for his impudence I felt she deserved to be twice the boob he was." His hand groped
her breasts absently. "Ah then there was that fool Sir Mikhal, and for his travesty I took her greatest
worth to her father, for she will never have child now." He threw his head back and cackled madly.
Mina's dark eyes watched him. Her body's urges shifting from lust to hate. Her tail lashed.
The warlock swept his blue and saffron colored arm about the princess again, ignoring the beast that
was Mina. "Ah let's see, let's see, then there was Sir Lund? That swine. I felt a bit of swine for the
princess would enhance her looks." He reached out a poked the small snout. The princess blanched.
Clearly it was very sensitive. "Last of all was the overstuffed, Sir Ignatius. And for his transgression I
gave her an entirely new use for her sex. I wonder now what I shall do for your transgression. Maybe
she'd like an udder of her own, hmm?" He cackled once more as he turned his back to Mina, his hand
tracing up the thick fold of the princess's sex.
Rage filled Mina. With a bellow and a burst of strength she didn't know she had she threw off the
magical hold that constrained her. Her thick muscles pumping, she charged forward, her head down.
Feeling the satisfying smack and crunch as she connected with him.
The warlock's smile vanishing from his face as the sharp point of Mina's horn slid between his ribs,
poking outward from his chest. And then there was the scream.
Mina, now fully freed of the magic felt the surging of power in her new body. With this body she could
defend her princess. She shook her head, tossing the impaled magician side to side, and finally threw
him off. Then she reached down and picked up the sword. Once heavy in her hand she carried it now
with vicious intent, light as a feather and sharp. She rained blows down upon him, as much with the flat
as with the blade until he at lay still, dark blood coloring the soft saffron arcane symbols of his robe.
Slamming home, the blade once more through his dark heart, she stood in triumph. The princess would
be no one's slave.
For a long moment there was silence, then a loud clank, followed by another and another. Mina had
forgotten the skeletal knights in her rage. But when she looked, she saw them falling apart. Their
bodies unable to hold together without the magic of the warlock.
Mina struggled fully to her feet, sensing the new balance of her form. She was taller now, as tall as Sir
Ignatius. She towered over the princess who looked frightened and lost as she looked up at her friend.
"Mina" came the soft choked word. "Mina, please come back to me."
"My lady, I have never left you." Mina's voice, was still the same dulcet tones, and in that moment her
arms swept about the shaking sobbing figure of the princess.
*** *** ***
It was a long time before the two released each other, exhaustion and relief lulling both into an
exhausted slumber.
The morning found them still with mina's arms wrapped around the princess, her arms still even slightly
damp from the tears of the night before. "Princess," she began, hoping to wake the princess gently.
The princess spoke as if she'd never been truly asleep. "No more of that. Please. I am no more a
princess than you now. I want to be just Rose now."
"Rose," Mina repeated dutifully, the first time she'd used the name in years for fear of being seen as
improper despite all the things they shared in secret. "We need to figure out what to do."
"Do?" Rose intoned.
"We can't stay here, or another knight will be sent soon enough, and in my present shape, and yours we
are unlikely to be seen as anything but monsters." Mina had begun to cast about looking at the other
doors.
The princess nodded. Mina always was the sensible one. "The warlock had supplies around. He
certainly didn't conjure everything from thin air."
Mina nodded and set about looking around the place. The whole building wasn't much despite the
height of the tower. A few storage rooms, which she riffled through and found a set of carpenter's
tools, several still sealed barrels of wine, and couple crates of still relatively good food stuffs. She turned
her nose up at the mutton hanging from hooks. Her new body seemed to rebel at the through of eating
meat, and she remembered the letter she had read and she feared she might be eating the remains of
some poor soul like Sir Lund.
The higher rooms held a variety of things. Some of these like books Mina ignored, knowing she'd never
master the magic necessary to undo the changes to her body. Still, she wasn't entirely sad about the
changes. Her muscles now allowed her to pick up all but the heaviest objects. She did find the udder
and breasts awkward, often getting her nipples pinched when she bent to collect items, and the hooves
did take some getting used to. But overall, she was getting comfortable enough to move swiftly through
the tower, even up and down the stairs. Other things, like bed stuffs, and even some clothes that were
piled in old wardrobes were taken. She found an old heavy smith's hammer in another storage room,
and some needles and thread in another. The tower's kitchen was the final place that she raided,
retrieving several pots and pans, for by now she had a clear idea in her horned head.
By the end of it she had carried down a great many things from the tower, all of which she piled near
where the princess waited. Rose, unable to help carry things, sat patiently waiting for Mina to finish.
Last of all she found an old horse cart, big enough for the princess to ride in, along with a goodly amount
of the items she had brought down. It needed a few repairs, but she was able to do a make shift job on
it and rig up a harness for herself.
Rose, for her part, mostly chatted quietly as if to fill the room with some semblance of normalcy.
Neither of them really talked about their changes, it was the unspoken tension in the room. Though
Rose winced at the mention of the boar meat in the larder. It was clear that her porcine features
recognized the horror that was done to Sir Lund. Mina didn't bring it up again.
Through the day Mina laid out her plans to have them move farther into the woods, away from the
tower and hopefully to start a quiet life where they could hide themselves from the world, and she
could take care of Rose. Rose agreed to this plan readily. She dreaded the idea of being taken back to
her father now that she was a monstrous freak.
So it was that the hours passed and the small horse cart was loaded. Mina stopped now and again to
grab another bite from a pile of cabbages. She hand-fed several to Rose who munched happily on the
leaves, and both drank deeply of a passable barrel of wine they didn't intend to take with them. It was
during these times that Mina just sat and watched Rose, still elegant, still beautiful in her eyes, her
golden locks and vivid green eyes undimmed. The porcine nose was almost cute, and the breasts were
full and ripe. A stirring in Mina's loins reminded her that her interest lay not with men. It was also
interesting to see Rose move about. Her giant lips flexing and contracting as they pulled her along the
floor, a faint trail of slime marking where she had been. It was pungent, and further sent Mina's mind
into places she dared not voice.
Eventually all everything was loaded, except Rose herself. Slowly Mina reached under the mass of
genitals and lifted, feeling the warmth and the slight mucus as it rubbed against her arm. Rose's tail
stretched a good several feet behind her, making her far heavier than her slight torso would suggest.
Still Mina found she could lift her and placed her in a nest of old horse blankets on one side of the
wagon, behind the wine casks. It wasn't ideal, but it did work. She covered Rose's body with another
blanket and put a soft shirt over her head to hide her most obvious features. Similarly, she slipped
herself, with some difficulty, into a dress that she found. It barely covered her and certainly couldn't hid
the hooves, tail, and horns she'd acquired that day. Around the dress she belted her sword, just in case.
Finally, she slipped into the harness of the cart and began to pull, the soft clop of her hooves bidding the
foul place farewell as the cart creaked and groaned along the trail.
*** *** ***
Outside the cavern the road was now swathed in the glow of the afternoon sun. Mina saw no sign of
her horse, and she sighed. Instead, she turned the cart into the woods, along a faint trail that was wide
enough for the cumbersome thing. Her hooves turning up bits of sod and dirt as she dug her mighty legs
into the ground to pull its weight.
They made good time; the birds sang as if they knew the forest was wholesome again. By the evening
Mina estimated that they were miles from the dark tower. She lifted Rose down for the night, and set
up a small camp for them in a clearing. The food would last a while, and they both found their bodies
desired different foods. Rose sniffed out some acorns nearby and had Mina feed these too her, while
Mina tasted a few of the leaves around and found she quite liked one plant's taste. This was a nice
change to the heads of cabbage that were otherwise offered.
Settling Rose down for the night was a slow affair, she couldn't lever herself down, so she relied on Mina
to gently lower her onto her side. Mina's nostrils flared slightly at this close proximity to Rose, her musk
pungent and Mina's loins continued to twitch and stir in lustful ways. Instead, she wrapped herself
gently around Rose for warmth and tried to think of anything other than the softness of her breasts, and
the giant oozing mound that sang to her of sex.
"You can, you know." Rose's voice was faint in Mina's bovine ears. Mina felt the gentle kiss on her
head. For a moment Mina held back, but then slowly reached out to the woman she'd loved and lusted
for since she was but a girl. Her tongue ran across the tensing firmness of one nipple than another as
she began to suck on the bountiful four orbs. Her fingers roamed downward. Spreading the giant slips
slightly, feeling them contract and surge over her hand as she felt deeper into the warmth that
enveloped her hand. Her digits danced over the massive head of the slug-woman's most sensitive nub,
and then found that while her parts had swollen greatly, she still had a relatively tiny entrance to her
sex, one that she spread with her fingers and gently caressed the inside. Rose's body reacted by
tightening down on her bovid lover, her giant lips swarming over the legs of the cow woman, engulfing
her in a sensual embrace that neither could have ever imagined. Slowly there came the subtle moans,
then panting, and finally the crescendo of the scream as Rose felt herself live up to her body's design.
Tension fled from her and she pushed herself on to Mina's hand, and felt her soft breasts with her own.
She wished she could still touch them.
Slowly Rose lowered her head, demanding a chance to return some of the sensations to her lover. She
was rewarded with a thick nipple that she clamped her lips around and sucked on. She was rewarded
with the echoing delight of Mina as she found her breasts a hundred-fold more sensitive than ever
before, and the double surprise of a mouthful of creamy milk. Rose sucked this down and proceeded to
repeat this on not only the other breast, but all four teats of the udder, leaving Mina a writhing mass.
Both women collapsed eventually, their sexual urges sated for the moment, and their bodies resting the
afterglow. They both knew tomorrow that the future was theirs. A chance to find just a small place for
themselves, far from prying eyes and dangerous knights. They would make things work. After all, they
had each other, and that was all either had ever really wanted. It had just taken a mad warlock to make
it possible.
*** EPILOGUE ***
"Sire, there is still no sign of them." Sir Edindl repeated.
"None?" King Jessup frowned. The warlock had been found dead, cruelly cut to pieces by a knight.
They'd found the remains of three of his knights nearby, but little more than ash and bone. No sign of
Sir Lund or Sir Horatio had ever been found. Worst, there was no sign of his precious daughter. "And no
sign of another knight?"
"Well, there was a suit of armor, it looked like Sir Lund's but it was broken and torn asunder. We
presumed whomever wore it had been slain." The elderly knight had led the latest foray out, some two
fortnights after no word from St. Ignatius had left.
"And you found none of the pages or squires?"
"None sir, though a roan that was Sir Ignatius's squire's horse was found in the woods with another
riderless horse. It bears your brand Majesty."
"Mine?"
Sir Edindl rubbed his gray bearded chin. "Yes, Majesty, it seems to be Marzipan, the horse of your
daughter's maid. I found out from the stable boy that she left on the heels of Sir Ignatius. We presume
the worst for her."
"Sad, truly sad, she was a good girl." Jessup shook his head.
"Is that all you have to report on the matter?"
"I believe so. All told that is five knights, five squires, fourteen horses lost and presumed dead, with no
sign of either the princess or her maid. I saddens me to say this, m'lord but I fear the princess probably
was lost long before someone took the head from that foul sorcerer. I am deeply sorry, sire."
King Jessup's eyes watered slightly but he held his composure, only nodding at the certainty of his loyal
retainer's assertion. Few would ever dare tell a king such truth, but Sir Edindl had served him and his
father before him with great distinction and was granted such privilege. Still, it made it no easier for him
to hear. At last, he choked out, "And what of the other matter?"
"The reports of the new beast in the woods?"
"Yes, the horned beast from Northvale."
"We tried to find out, Majesty, but the town, after the initial reports, has said nothing further. When Sir
Meechum went to investigate the town clammed up. Not a word was spoken to him about the beast. It
seems the man who made the claim has been turned out of his home and run from the village."
"Do we think it is necessary to search further?"
"I dare say not, sire, as if it were a true monster the people would beg for our help. If such a creature
does exist, it is either no threat, or possibly even friendly with the locals. More than likely it is some
drunkard's fanciful dream. In either case, I see no reason to bother some poor folk and chase a fictional
beast about for sport hunt, and to be honest Majesty, I prefer hunting boars."
"Very good, keep an ear out for the rumors, but don't waste the men to bother it. Let the reeve know
that if it is seen again to send word."
"Very good, sire, I will do as you command."
King Jessup lowered his head, the crown weighing on him heavily as he mourned the missing daughter.
His hair had grown increasingly gray, and it was time to seek out his cousin to make him right and proper
heir to the throne.
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It had taken several years to perfect, but at long last the formula was complete! The mythical hyper gene had been isolated, carefully prepared in an easily-drinkable solution, and made ready for testing at earliest convenience… or, well, it was technically safe for drinking, which is about as far as Blossom really cared about. The ursine had spent so long working on this one project that she wasn't going to let something as simple as experimental standards get in the way, not after having gone to such lengths as using every other prototype formula on herself on the way there; last she checked, she hadn't always had three rows of tits that barely fit into any commercially-available bra, nor had she been blessed with an ass so wide that it frequently got stuck in doors. No, that much was her doing and her doing alone, and Blossom was damned proud of it; so proud, in fact, that she wasn't going to wait any longer before trying it out.
The bear took the vial and turned around, heading for the temporal acceleration machine. It was a contraption of her own creation, designed to teleport her from one of its capsules to the other; the process would not only transport her through space, but time as well, through some kind of complicated mathematical wizardry that Blossom was certain she'd come up with during a fit of literal madness. What mattered was that it allowed her to skip through the whole process of waiting for the serum to work its way through her system, shunting her to the point in her personal timeline where it had already taken effect. With a final contented sigh, she drank the whole thing, threw the vial onto the ground where it smashed into a thousand pieces, then stepped into the teleporter capsule and closed the door. A few choice button presses later and the assembly roared to life, siphoning power from the electrical grid at such a vastly overpowered rate that the rest of the building's lights began to flicker, ending with a final, bright flash that took her all the way to… the same spot?
The bear looked down, utterly disappointed at the fact that her body looked exactly the same, then confused beyond her words at how she hadn't actually moved to the other capsule. The markings on the inside were the same ones as the starting position; had the rig malfunctioned? Wouldn't be the first time, to be fair, which is why Blossom opted to wait for a few minutes before climbing out to check what was going on. She was quite surprised when she stepped out and the first thing she noticed wasn't the fact that she was still on the wrong side of the room, but rather, herself. Or, to be more precise, an alternate version of herself that was walking in front of her, separate from her own body, and did look like it had actually been infused with the hyper gene: their breasts alone were so massive that this other Blossom could barely take a step without wobbling; each one was roughly as big as a whole rack had been beforehand, quite the achievement given how large they were to begin with, and appeared to be utterly dripping with milk if all that pitter-pattering was any indication. Their rear as well had been upgraded, with each cheek just about tripling in size, along with an accompanying boost to her hips and thighs, giving her a slightly more bottom-heavy figure. However, perhaps the greatest change of all was the presence of something that was unmistakably a dick, protruding from between her legs, into her cleavages and then straight up above her head, dripping so much pre onto her hair and back that it was almost completely unsurprising when the original Blossom looked down and saw a pair of nuts the size of large pumpkins swinging between her knees. All in all, it was the sort of body that she wanted for herself; where exactly did clones come in?!
"Hum, excuse me?" she spoke up, instantly attracting the other one's attention, "But what the fuck?"
"Oh… Oh no, this isn't good" - the other Blossom gasped, looking down at herself and then up at her progenitress - "I thought the teleportation worked, has i-"
"It's cloned us, yes. Somehow," the Prime replied, rubbing her temple on both sides, "but at least the serum worked. Come here, I need to test how productive you are."
"N-no, I don't think that's a good idea!" the second-generation bear interjected, taking a step back and slamming her fat ass against a nearby counter, "Not a good idea at all!"
"... why's that?"
"Because I was smaller in there" - she pointed at the other teleporter capsule - "Until I decided to test my production levels myself."
The Prime Blossom raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was supposed to be some sort of game. Surely, if this other bear was herself, or some alternative version thereof, then she should be more than aware that saying something like that would only make her want to test things even more, no? Sighing, the Prime walked forward regardless, ignoring the weak protestations of her double, and unceremoniously shoved both hands into the middle pair of breasts. She had about half a second to notice how they vanished all the way up to their wrists before she felt something big, soft and warm slam into her whole body, then the rushing of air around her as she ended up sliding across the floor and completely missing the effects that her rough handling had on the second Blossom: all of her tits had somehow grown outwards so hard, so quickly, that the topmost row had cracked the ceiling while the bottomost opened fissures on the floor, the three pairs positively gushing with so much milk that the Prime Blossom had maybe ten seconds to get up before her lab coat became soaked in it. This was to say nothing of the poor cock shoved between all six of those udders, which had been suitably grown to match the stimulation it received, and made short work of the wall behind it.
As soon as she got up, the Prime Blossom knew that she had something special there. While her first clone was still busy moaning like a needy slut and begging for someone to come milk them, she made sure to head to the nearest teat, grab a beaker on the way there, and retrieve just enough cream to fill it up until it was running over with the thick, warm substance. Whatever it was that this other her was producing, it had to be strong… so she drank it. Almost instantly, her breasts were hit by a wave of pressure that felt like it was coming from within her, expanding outwards with each heartbeat; the first one tore through her clothes, the second one made her about as big as her copy had been before the groping, the third one had her lowermost pair smash onto the ground… and then several more came after that one. By the time the Prime was done, she was bigger than her copy was, albeit not possessed of the same male attributes, probably thanks to only drinking milk; given that she was in no position to start sucking the other bear off, and it was already hard for her to even move with a stack of tits that went all the way to and beyond the ceiling, all the Prime could do was retrieve some more "samples" from all the milk pooling around her, and drag her sorry self over to the chemical synthesizer.
Her hope was that this new and improved lactic substance could be combined with the same formula that gave rise to it, thus creating some kind of super serum for hypers; a hyper serum, of sorts. It was the kind of science that wasn't scientific at all, and would most likely end up in spoiled milk and a lot of trips to the bathroom, but Blossom wasn't going to stop now, not after growing the kind of tits she'd spent her whole life dreaming about! Who knew what would happen after she drank the improved concoction and teleported herself again? Whoever popped out the other side would be so much more massive that the moment she drank from their milk, the building would cease to exist!
Well, that was the logic anyway. The centrifuge took a bit to do its magic, during which the Prime Blossom had the opportunity to inspect herself and see what sort of damage the cream had done to her body; surprisingly, there was no aftergrowth, leaving her "merely" stuck at a size so colossal that anyone walking into the lab would faint from the sight alone… assuming they weren't already expecting something from the fact that a good half of her topmost row of breasts were fully exposed to the outside. The bear could barely wait once the serum was complete, this one significantly whiter and milkier in colour, an appropriate change all things considered; without care nor concern for her own safety, or the structural stability of the lab, the Prime drank the whole thing in one swig… and promptly had nothing happen to her.
This was fine, it was just like the first one. All she had to do was bring herself over to the teleporter and do what had to be done; the machine had an external mode, intended for use with larger objects that couldn't fit in the capsule proper, and given that a single one of her tits was bigger than it was, it was safe to say she now counted as one. Doing her best to remember how the damned thing was supposed to work, Prime Blossom input the necessary instructions, typed out her authorization code, and then sat back and waited for whatever may happen. Just like the last time, there were a lot of lights and a lot of noises, followed by a bright flash and her failing to teleport properly. Just like the last time, the operation had instead resulted in the creation of a clone Blossom, one who had gone through the effects of the serum. Just like the last time, this other Blossom, this second-generation clone, was much bigger than their Prime version. What wasn't like the last time happened to be their distinct shape.
Rather than struggling to move around on two overtaxed legs, this new Blossom instead rested atop a bed of breastflesh so colossal that the poor thing had her back nearly flat against the ceiling, a back that was significantly longer than her Prime's, for rather than the usual skeletal arrangement, this new Blossom was quadrupedal in nature: a tauric bear! It would almost be fascinating if not for the fact that her mere appearance had led to the destruction of a significant part of the laboratory's roof; the poor thing's tits were so unbelievably stuffed that each one was about as big as all of the Prime's racks combined, gallons being jettisoned for her head-sized teats each second, gallons more being produced as those milk factories were set on overdrive. As if that weren't enough, what poked out from the front bottom row were not one, not two, but three equine-like shafts, each oozing with about as much cum as her breasts were pouring with milk, each one kept on a permanently rigid state thanks to be stuck between what appeared to be six rows of tits protruding from the Taur Blossom's undercarriage, which joined up with a rather impressive five jutting out from her chest. And to cap it all off, of course, an ass so wide that it almost rolled over her back and trapped her in a shell of her own soft, supple flesh, to say nothing of the frankly indecent amount of thigh she was sporting. All in all, a decent attempt at achieving the mythical "hyper" look. But she could do better. She could do bigger.
And the Prime knew this.
Her plans had to adapt, because even assuming things went exactly as planned, she wouldn't be getting a second shot at what she was thinking to do. With the other two Blossoms slightly too busy moaning and begging for someone to fuck them, the Prime used what was left of her strength gather several beakers and move to collect a very specific amount of samples for the next stage of her research project: one and a half beakers of milk and cum in equal measure from each one of the two Blossom clones. The reason for this was quite simple: the full beakers would be mixed together and spliced into a brand new, third version of the hyper serum, which would serve as the final test for the day; the half-beakers were for her own, personal entertainment, because if a sample from the second clone made her as big as she was, she could only imagine what a mixture from her other two selves would do… but that wasn't fair, was it? There was something missing, something she hadn't done yet.
A full sample from the Taur Blossom alone.
With knees shaking and her tongue already lolling from her mouth, the Prime Blossom used the time it took for the third serum to be prepared to collect yet another beaker's worth of fluids from the colossal, moaning taur, making sure to fill it up half-and-half with milk and cum, before placing the container carefully in between her torso and the closest pair of breasts to it; the amount of room was so small that it kept the beaker from moving around at all, preventing spillage and loss of precious material. The scent of it was so powerful that the Prime Blossom felt as if she wouldn't be able to resist it; in fact, her mouth was already getting dangerously close to the proverbial prize when she heard the centrifuge beep loudly and inform her that the serum was complete, as well as a print-out being created with a very big, bold warning that the substance contained within was highly unstable and not fit for consumption, something that the bear was happy to ignore.
With the serum vial capped, it was time for the show. Blossom dragged herself to the back of the lab, collapsing a large section of the roof in the process, and made sure to keep a few yards between herself and the wall, just in case her tits got any bright ideas. In front of her were three things: a pure sample from the Taur Blossom, a mixed sample from her and the second clone, and the serum vial, every one of which would be capable of transforming her into some sort of super-hyper… assuming her predictions were on-point. She stored the mixed sample and the serum into the tight folds of the nearest pair of tits to her, making sure to place a plastic cap on the beaker, before turning her attention to the Taur sample. It was obvious what it would do, and yet she still took her time to experiment with a single sip… and almost immediately thanked her past self for remembering to give some berth between her back and the wall behind her, because even that barely-there taste was enough to nearly double the size of her tits and push her back with enough force to leave gashes in the concrete floor! There was no stopping it now; the substance was so delicious and empowering that it bordered on the addictive, and the Prime Blossom made quite a sloppy fool out of herself by downing the whole thing in long, full gulps that led to several trickles of it falling off the side of her mouth, staining her fur and leaving her smelling intensely of sex.
The results were… well, the laboratory wasn't going to be usable anymore, and the teleportation machine certainly wasn't destined to survive anymore. Every mouthful increased the size of her tits threefold, every gulp made a brand new set of milk factories sprout underneath the lowermost pair, sending the Prime careening up into the sky. Her upper body elongated, its spine snapping into place as it prepared itself for its transformation in a tauric shape, already getting ready with brand new racks of milk-stuffed udders to fill its newest undercarriage. Her rear began to expand as well, though nothing compared to the many busts she sported, each of which had not only matched Taur Blossom's size, but surpassed it already, leaking profusely from every teat as the flooding around them grew to near-catastrophic levels. As if that weren't enough, the Prime suddenly felt something new and quite heavy press against the last breasts behind her; or rather, two somethings… four somethings? Eight somethings, packed to the brim with their very own fluids, servicing a row of four cocks that seemed to sprout from nowhere, only to immediately find their place within the many cleavages directly in front of them, leaving the Prime Blossom unable to really think about anything that wasn't desperately trying to buck her tauric hips in order to get off.
And still she grew, until the building was naught but rubble, until her old body became nothing but a distant dream, until even the Taur Blossom, enormous in scope, would be able to fit inside a single one of the Prime's tits a few times over, until each of her rods was capable of piercing through the dozen rows of taur tits and poke out the other side, oozing as much cum as her udders did milk. Then, and only then, did the Prime bother to take another breath, content that things had gone according to plan… even if now she was stuck atop a monstrously overinflated bed of breastflesh from which she had no way of coming down from.
Then again, that was just one sample, the purely tauric one. She still had the mixture to drink.
And then the proper serum.
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The greatest change came to Drash, however, who not only succeeded in breaking free of his titty prison, but did so by bursting out of it, his body emitting a powerful shockwave that pushed his dragoness lovers several feet apart, and left the drake himself gasping for breath as he struggled to get back up. Once he did, it was clear that whatever strange forces had allowed his body to be so productive had finally given him something more: the dragon, despite the growing size of his package and the fact that his nuts alone should leave him immobile, suddenly found himself perfectly capable of moving from place to place as if he were unburdened!
This despite the fact that his many cocks had packed so much mass that they looked disproportionately huge on him, their tips reaching all the way up to his pecs as they drooled with gallons upon gallons of his thick, potent seed. His entire frame heaved with each breath, small flames dancing in front of his nostrils on every exhale, and judging from how eagerly those rods of his were bouncing, it was clear that he needed to breed something… and right now, the only two people on the planet that could take him were right there, begging for him to do so.
Drash barely had enough time to turn towards his girlfriend before her body reacted to the attention by engorging itself even further, driving the dragoness deeper into the pits of madness as each of her tits gained so much size that Drash was going to have to climb them in order to get to the "prize" awaiting him at the top; not a problem, as far as he was concerned, given that his body had been infused with so much divine power that he could easily move about even with ten nuts bigger than the rest of him was. Meanwhile, not only had the two beauties' breasts grown enough to push both women several feet off the ground, but their slits had multiplied yet again; each dragoness now sported as many mounds as Drash had cocks, swollen and meaty and oozing with nearly as much juices as the male dragon himself was.
He didn't even have to worry about lubrication; as soon as he lunged forward, bucking his hips and effortlessly plunging each of his dicks into its appropriate slit, the constant flood of femcum from Sheyla's perpetual climax gave him the right amount of give to bottom out almost instantly. Despite their loose folds, the insides of those cunts were extremely tight, perfectly tailored to milk Drash for all that he was worth… as if he needed any encouragement; barely a second passed before each of his girlfriend's wombs were filled up to such a degree that her belly was starting to match her tits for size, and it only got worse as the seed was allowed to coalesce and mix together with the many eggs produced by her hyperactive ovaries, the next clutch forming within her before the first minute was out.
At that point, things weren't discussed in terms of orgasms anymore, nor did they look at what they did as "starting" and "finishing"; they were stuck in a constant state of sexual rapture, stuck in a constant need to rut and breed and fill and bloat, and to that end, Drash didn't find it necessary to keep going for longer than it took for Sheyla's wombs to fill up so much that her tits began to look small by comparison, the dragoness' full form reaching the hundred feet mark and going even further as her latest egg pregnancy began to develop. In less than ten minutes, she'd be laying those things, giving her lover plenty of time to remove himself from inside of her and pay attention to his mother instead, giving her much the same treatment as he had Sheyla. This was the only routine that the three dragons knew, the only one they'd ever known; Drash would breed one of them, and while the lucky dragoness waited for her eggs to develop, he'd go rut the other one, giving both women exactly what they wanted and the dragon enough time to recover between fillings to allow his ground-dragging, dectuple nuts to fill up again. Again, not that he needed to; they just kept growing bigger each time he unloaded, after all.
Things quickly got out of hand from that point onwards. At about the same time as Sheyla's first mega-clutch was being laid, her body completely lost control over its mutations, giving her even more slits to work with in order to better flush out the literally millions of eggs waiting inside of her; this, in turn, caused Drash to grow an equal number of cocks to match, by that point straining even his divinely-empowered ability to move almost unimpeded, which itself led to Tria's body not only preemptively matching the number, but developing even more.
All the while, both dragonesses' breasts continued to bloat with milk at an astounding rate, enough that, despite Drash having Auria to back him up, he still had to spend some time climbing the milky hills in order to get a chance at breeding those two; it was hard to tell just what was bigger, the cream factories causing the nearby lake to be tinted white, or the belly pushing them outwards. Whatever the case, by the time the dragon reached Sheyla for the second time, he couldn't even see her; his girlfriend's ass had fattened so much that her body, still as pathetically tiny as it always had been, was completely buried underneath it… coincidentally giving the breeding machine that was Drash something to sink his hands into when he anchored his feet and prepared to fill her up the moment that the last few eggs were done rolling down the hillside that was her body, stacking themselves in a large, misshapen mountain that only grew bigger with time.
As he waited, Drash's shafts continued to shift and change, becoming even more hardened, plated with reinforced scales and gifted with barbs and ribbed ridges designed to maximize pleasure for whichever lover he happened to be sharing it with at the time; his internal balls were producing at an accelerated rate, his external ones matching and surpassing it, until even his "passive" spurts were powerful enough to blast clear through concrete. Each time a new mound grew onto Sheyla's body, another cock would be born to fill it, and by the time the last egg was pushed out, doing absolutely nothing to how big the dragoness was, Drash had fifteen such rods adorning his nethers, all of which were unceremoniously shoved into his breeding partner so hard that, if not for the utterly colossal belly beneath him, they might've bulged out on the other side. As it stood though, even his fifty-foot dicks weren't enough to even make a dent on that bloated set of wombs; hell, by that point, the lake had already been invaded, half-drained, and both dragonesses were well on their way to expanding into the city, having already flattened a couple of outlying residential areas. This was, as far as they cared, normal.
Each thrust of the dragon's many cocks added dozens of feet to Sheyla's titanic cumgut, and soon enough would do the same for Tria's; there was no more finesse or love or care in what they were doing, nothing but a primal need to breed and make more eggs to be laid, more eggs to bloat and make more room for even more eggs in the future. Drash had to slide down the side of a single one of his girlfriend's tits to get back to his mother, who had also grown enough that he had to scale a titty mountain just to get to her, all while the other dragoness beside them bypassed the need for a pregnancy altogether and immediately began laying hundreds upon hundreds of clutches seemingly without need for fertilization.
Even then, the height of the egg stacks were pitiful compared to the broodmothers that had created them, though at least they had the excuse that all the milk coating the ground made it difficult for them to stay upright. In between the breeding and passive growth, both women had broken through the lower cloud layer and already loomed over the city they had just left; screaming could be heard in the distance, as the fear of being smushed underneath the advancing wall of flesh overpowered the arousal created by the pheromones the three dragons emitted.
Cars were flattened into metal pancakes, whole buildings were reduced to little more than glass shards and rubble, roads began to buckle and piping was ruptured, though still unable to even begin to compare to the pressure at which each of the two dragonesses' tits produced their tens of thousands of gallons of milk every half-second or so. And riding on top of them, by that point being able to jump from Sheyla to Tria and back without touching the ground, was Drash, roaring loudly enough to create sonic shockwaves, both with his voice, and each time his hundred-foot cocks plapped against either of his two lovers.
Divine power coursed through them as the dragons continued to overrun more and more terrain, growing at an increasingly exponential rate now that all limits had been broken and Auria could simply feed them directly rather than leaving droplets of her will and waiting for them to take effect. Drash wasn't even properly moving anymore; not because he couldn't, but soon enough the distance between Tria and Sheyla, given the sheer size of their bodies, would be too much for him to walk or fly conventionally. As such, whenever it was time for him to "swap" and breed the other one, his desire alone was enough to transport him over to whoever it was he wanted to shove his perpetually-growing cocks into; at that point, there was no more involvement required on the part of the three dragons, for just as long as they kept doing what they had been doing all along, then the plan would come to fruition, just as Auria envisioned it.
Each thrust of the drake's shaft pumped his chosen dragoness so much fuller that their resulting size would put the last one to shame, each load making them bloat dozens of feet, then hundreds, then thousands; first the woods around the lake were flattened, then the lake itself was carved out, followed by the suburbs surrounding it and then, finally, the city itself would fall prey to the alternating growth of the two egg factories that were Tria and Sheyla. And as if that weren't enough, it would appear that each time Drash found himself base-deep inside any of them, some part of their body would multiply, be it internally or externally, which together with the size boosts, quickly made work of everything that stood between them and their ascension to their rightful position as gods of that world.
He'd pump Sheyla once, and suddenly she'd sprout a new pair of tits, just as big as all the others, just as full and gushing with milk; he'd hilt inside of Tria, and they'd be gifted with an extra mound for one of his cocks to fill, not-so-coincidentally forcing yet another shaft to poke out from the multitude that already graced his groin. He'd go back to Sheyla and her wombs would split into two each time the dragon's nuts plapped heavily against her swollen belly, each one already filled to the brim with eggs, each one serviced by a number of ovaries that only kept increasing, multiplying upon themselves regardless of what Drash did to either of them.
The breeder dragon himself was being warped to better suit the insanity as well, from new cocks forcing their way out from a nest of shafts that already seemed ridiculously crowded, to extra cum factories splitting off the existing ones, requiring Auria's power to move them around from place to place, to keep the breeding going in earnest even when it should be impossible for it to even happen. The internal orbs within each of Drash's shafts doubled every other minute or so, until he had more cumtanks inside of his cocks than outside, which worked marvelously with the multiple sets of stacked knots that graced each of his barbed and ridged lengths, only getting worse with each pump, each bucking of the hips, each thrust that itself bloated either dragoness to an insane degree.
It wouldn't take too long before the very planet was crumbling underneath them, unable to deal with the sheer weight of those three, especially when instead of growing linearly, it had become a true exponential, with fully-formed and fully-filled tits, wombs and nuts surging out from within their bodies at every other second or so, with the breeding potential made worse and worse with just how many cocks there were and how many holes there were for them to fill.
The two giantesses' bodies broke through the crust within minutes, and in an even shorter time ended up cracking the planet's solid core like it was a piece of candy, not even caring about how hot or molten it was; before they even realized what had happened, the newest set of milk-makers or egg factories that blossomed into existence inside of them already outsized their whole planet, the latter filled to the brim with so many clutches that, somehow, against all odds, there were probably more eggs being pumped out of their bodies at any given moment than milk from their tits or spilled cum from Drash's ministrations. They coalesced in large clumps, held together by the gravitational pull of the sheer amount of mass of all those unhatched young put together, even if those clusters didn't really last long given how close they were to their progenitors; all concern for their progeny had left the three dragons' minds, who simply focused on breeding, the simple act of breeding, with no regard for anything that might happen afterwards.
With the amount of cum being pumped inside each dragoness, and the growth they incurred because of it, even the few million eggs being pushed out of their dozens of cunts every minute or so didn't stand the slightest chance when put next to a couple of bellies of literal cosmic size, only growing bigger and fuller each time that Drash pounded into one of them, doubling, tripling, quadrupling the amount of wombs each one contained, taking the eggs inside of them and multiplying them by so many factors of ten that it was nothing short of a wonder that they could still think at all, let alone form long, coherent thoughts… even if they were entirely around how much they needed to breed even more, because nothing was ever enough for them now.
They were no longer even thinking about their size anymore, and thank goodness they weren't, because it had long since surpassed their ability to process it properly; were any of them to try and comprehend how massive they truly were, their brains would melt, and then how would they keep on breeding one another? Suffice it to say that the tiny bits of sparkling dust they saw rushing by and past them were each their own individual stellar system, countless millions of twinkling stars and their assorted planets all being atomized in an instant whenever any part of the trio's bodies made contact with them.
Soon they would be passing by a very large cloud of "dust" that they didn't realize was, in fact, the entirety of a galactic arm; by that point, Sagittarius A*, for all of it being this eldritch and incomprehensibly massive black hole, was nothing more than a small speed bump that only registered as a tiny pinprick on one of Sheyla's dozens upon dozens of individual tits, barely able to provide enough mass after it was absorbed to affect her in any way. After all, a single full thrust on Drash's part and she'd sprout an extra couple of dozen rows of milk makers, already fully loaded and ready for a single droplet of their production to blot out entire galaxies, even if they didn't quite understand that's what was going on.
After a while, the very fabric of the universe was consumed by their endless fucking, at points having the cluster of hundreds of cocks protruding from the drake's body move around the grand architecture of the universe as it doubled its number yet again, forcing reality itself to shift and bend in ways that would allow him to stuff the equally-numerous slits that each of his two partners so eagerly wanted filled, that he may create an even larger number of egg-filled wombs and milk-stuffed tits. It was madness, insanity, and soon it was all that everything was; reality, all of their cosmos, had been reduced to nothing more than three horny, perpetually-swelling and endlessly-growing dragons whose bodies were buried by their own assets, whose movement was assured only because a goddess allowed them to get into position through sheer force of will, even when it should be impossible.
Said goddess, safe inside of her own little world several layers above that of the dragons, watched as her plan unfolded perfectly, the three blessed breeders having accomplished everything that she hoped they would. In fact, they even went above and beyond what was strictly necessary; Auria couldn't help but feel slightly hot and bothered whenever one of those two women suddenly developed a few rows of breasts more, each one about as big as the observable Universe had been to them just earlier in that "day", and her tie had long-since been undone from how steamy the whole thing had been. Still, her newest pets still had plenty of space to go before they even so much as got close to her, let alone utterly obliterated all of their existence, so she was confident she could go get some coffee and come back to watch some more.
Such a shame then, that her room began to quake and rumble the moment she closed the door behind her...
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He'd heard that before, back when he was visiting Liz on a regular basis and inevitably ran into her mother draining herself in the living room. The older serval kept a variety of milking machines on hand for whenever she needed to empty out, which just so happened to be on a near-daily basis unless she wanted to end up immobilized by her own dairy production. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Cynthia would have something ready in case her daughter needed the same kind of help, but it nonetheless came as nothing less than utter shock once Shrapnel looked back to see the enormous suction cups attached to his girlfriend's nipples.
Not as much of a shock as the amount of milk pouring out, but then again, at that point he was so tired from everything that had happened that he was just happy that things were finally getting fixed; so much so that, when Cynthia called out for him to go help her rearrange the milking machine once Liz shrank down enough, he didn't think twice about it, ending up nearly tripping over his own cock in his rush to get out of the room. The older serval didn't say anything about that immense rod, but they clearly spent a few moments ogling it, their eyes going wide as they went from down below to looking up at the wolf and then back down again, as if trying to make sure that he knew what was going on; probably had something to do with the fact that her own milkers were quite a bit bigger than normal, and this just happened to give her a whole bunch of ideas for where that brand new shaft could go. In the meantime though, they had a job to do.
The two of them spent the better part of an hour draining Elizabeth back down to size. The machine itself was an enormous assembly mounted onto the wall outside Liz's bedroom; a precaution, her mother explained, just in case their daughter turned out to be half as productive as they themselves were, considering the bedroom was on the first floor and the last thing any of them wanted was for the younger serval to try and go down the stairs while laden with milk. Occasionally, Cynthia and Shrapnel would swap out the suction cups for smaller ones once Liz's nipples became too small to properly fit, but as the minutes ticked away and the flow of milk began to abate, both of them started to realize that the "damage" done to Elizabeth's body was far more severe than they could've anticipated.
Growth spurts of this caliber did have a tendency to cause permanent growth even when they were fully shrunk down, but neither the wolf nor the serval by his side could ever have imagined that Liz would go from her already well-endowed size to… well, that, especially since it had been their very first time getting their insides painted white without having a condom in the way. It was a herald of things to come, that much was certain, and Shrapnel in particular found it increasingly harder to keep his cock down as it became more and more evident that his girlfriend wasn't going to shrink past a certain point, one that left her so much more massive compared to before that he was already ready to go again, and damn the consequences.
It was actually amazing how much she'd grown, especially considering she was already far bigger than most people just by default. If her tits used to hang just below the waist beforehand, now they were inching dangerously close to the floor, and quite literally so; Shrapnel was certain that if he managed to stick a ruler in there, the distance between the very bottom of those things' curvature and the sodden carpet would barely reach three inches, if even that much. This came accompanied by such an obscene amount of overspill that Elizabeth probably had more backboob on either side of her torso than she did torso to begin with; this obviously lent itself to a lot of sloshing whenever she tried to move, her immense bust swinging from side to side and threatening to knock over just about anything out in front of her.
The serval was beside herself, as her tits were now so unbelievably enormous that she could lean over, use them as beanbags, stretch her arms out and still be just barely capable of clearing the halfway mark to her buds… nips which had each grown to the size of an overinflated beachball each, stuffed and engorged, capping areola that took up most of the front of those stuffed milktanks. All in all, the very definition of excess, and one that immediately began to fill up and swell the moment the milking machine was turned off; while initially Cynthia didn't pay much attention to the sounds of milk churning, as she herself was no stranger to them, the older serval had a slight moment of panic when she noticed her daughter had already bloated a good half a foot in every direction after just a few minutes without having their milk pumped out of them, prompting a rush to get the suction cups back on, much to Liz's chagrin… and Shrapnel's as well, at least eventually.
While the two felines settled their issues and argued with one another over what constituted an appropriate milking schedule, the wolf was left with some time to inspect his own body. He already knew that his dick had grown much larger than it had been, but in between being so busy with the milking and the whole "waking up surrounded by tits" thing before that, he hadn't really had the time to fully take in the change wrought to his form; at best, he was vaguely aware that it was enormous enough that he had to worry about where he was stepping, lest he trip on it and fall flat on his face.
Thankfully for him, as his girlfriend and her mother began to hash out an agreement over who got to bloat, when, and how much, he could close his eyes, steady his breathing, and let his dick retreat back into its sheath… not that this helped things much, considering how colossal that thing had also become. Honestly, it looked somewhat unbalanced on him; since it now had to deal with a dick several times larger than most males his age, the wolf's cockholster had become this immense, meaty, fur-covered lump protruding heavily from between his legs, thicker and longer than most phalluses were all by themselves. While the tip of it had closed up, it was still big enough that Shrapnel could easily shove his hands inside of it and pull it open with little difficulty, revealing a cavernous opening fit for a cock that could easily outsize most of his body all on its own; to say nothing of the two balls he had hanging underneath him, which he had just then realized had also become something of a gargantuan, engorged version of what they used to be.
While he could still push them behind his legs to walk normally, he was certain that all it'd take would be a day or so without releasing for them to make it impossible for him to move without waddling, and even in the presumably empty state that they were in, both nuts were big enough to go far past his knees and also approach the ground. A perfect symmetry, given Liz's current condition… Liz, who had tits that hung mere inches off the ground and were trying to push that even more, Liz, whose body had reacted so well to her first true filling that she'd become larger than her mother had ever been. Liz, who was calling for his name and begging him to tell Cynthia that she needed to be bigger, she needed to have the milking pumps turned off and removed from her. Liz, who needed his help.
He acted more on instinct than anything else. One moment he had his back to the wall and one hand on his sheath, experimenting with how much it could open, and the next he was already halfway over to where Liz was calling for him, cock emerging from within that plump thing and with enough blood pumped into it that the wolf couldn't even see directly in front of him. Against Cynthia's protestations, Shrapnel grabbed both suction cups and promptly pulled them off his girlfriend, then unceremoniously angled his cock directly into the younger serval's cleavage; without warning, preparation or even any kind of foreplay, he plunged into the warm depths, drawing a prolonged yowl-cum-moan from Liz and a worried yelp from her mother.
The room was filled with the sounds of churning milk, Elizabeth's production kicking into high gear as both her and the wolf titfucking her forgot about the world around them; all that mattered was Shrapnel's hands holding onto so much breastflesh that they vanished all the way up to their wrists, and on the other side, Liz pushing against her tits in tandem with the shaft thrusting into them, purely to maximize the pleasure she felt each time her mate bottomed out. Cynthia, sensing an opportunity, rushed to get the suction cups back on now that the two lovebirds were distracted, and while she was successful at getting the milk flow back into the machinery, this didn't really do anything to stymie the unending growth that Liz had unleashed upon herself.
Yes, she was dry, dry enough that after the few seconds of build-up were handled, she only spurted milk whenever Shrapnel hilted himself inside her cleavage, the pressure forcing a gush to be fired from each nipple… but with each thrust came raw size as well. It didn't really matter that the milking machine had left Liz completely devoid of her cream, because each time that Shrapnel's hips bucked forward, each time that the tip of his cock slammed into the very bottom of the warm insides of the serval's cleavage, both of her tits surged outwards. They weren't filling anymore: they were growing.
An inch per thrust, then three, then half a foot, then a full foot each time that cock jackhammered hard enough into her that Liz was left completely breathless. The only saving grace for the two of them was that Shrapnel was too tired to really piston into her with the kind of gusto he did before, but that was hardly any consolation when he still had plenty of energy left in him to titfuck those mounds into taking up most of the bedroom again… and with Cynthia having retreated to the corridor outside, there was no one there to help change the suction cups once they inevitably became too small, no one to stop the two of them from fucking until Liz's tits started to bloat outwards with milk, no one to tell them when to stop, period… so they didn't.
Why should they, when they could very easily sustain one another in their endless desire for growth? All it took was for the cups to fall off for Shrapnel to turn his head to the side and drink a whole mouthful of that delicious, nutritious cream pouring so freely from his girlfriend's teats, experiencing a surge in energy unlike any he'd ever gone through before. It was as if he was given an adrenaline shot straight to the heart with each gulp he took, a process that mounted on itself, leaving him more and more awakened the more he drank; and, coincidentally, making his cock even bigger with every droplet consumed.
He didn't notice it at first, given that he was already off his feet and basically hanging onto a tit several times bigger than him, but the weight eventually did get to him: when he began to slow down, when his hips tired of having to move such a colossal shaft, that's when he knew that he was approaching his limit… so he thrust harder. A bigger cock meant bigger results, right? So with one bottoming out, Liz's tits smashed against opposite sides of her bedroom, with another they occupied every cubic inch of space inside of it, and with a third the walls simply ceased to be, releasing Elizabeth onto the world.
Things became blurry past this point, as they had back before the wolf had woken up surrounded by breastflesh on all sides. This particular time, however, he would come to… in bed. It was shocking, to say the least, enough so that he immediately jolted upwards and scanned his surroundings, part of him dreading the possibility that everything that had happened that day had been some kind of extended lucid dream and him making his girlfriend outgrow her own house had somehow strained the believability of it so much that his own brain put a brake to it and jettisoned him back to reality.
But he wasn't in his room, nor was he in Liz's; he didn't know where he was, in fact. It was clearly some kind of living space, but the longer he kept looking at it, the more Shrapnel realized it wasn't really a bedroom per se; the whole thing looked too sterile, too clinical to really be somewhere that people lived in: from the stark white walls to the frankly uninspired, metallic and straight-edged nightstand next to him that looked like a squatty filing cabinet, to the way his bed looked like it had come straight from a hospital, if not for the frankly colossal bulge directly in front of hi-oh right, that was a thing.
With a blush, the wolf pulled the sheets off of him, not really knowing how to react once he saw confirmation that what happened had, indeed, been fully real; how else was he going to explain having a sheath big enough to hang close to his knees, or a pair of balls so inflated with seed that they were already spilling over from the far side of the bedframe? The whole thing looked egregiously oversized on him, which wasn't helped by the fact that his first thought was how enormous Elizabeth must be; not a second later, the tip of his cock pushed its way to the outside world, and a few seconds after that his shaft had risen to full mast, leaving him with a rod big enough to reach the ceiling and still need to bend over a bit just to fit in the room. Easily over ten feet in length and thicker than his shoulders were wide… and yet, not nearly as bad as he dreaded it would be; in fact, it felt downright tiny compared to what it should be.
Answers would come in the form of a very worried-looking Cynthia suddenly bursting through a door to his left side that he hadn't noticed until then. The older serval was the smallest he'd ever seen her, dressed as modestly as she possibly could to boot; from the way the bags under her eyes looked, she must've not slept in quite a while, which raised the question of just how long he and Elizabeth were out for… or whether or not Elizabeth was even fine. His questions would be shushed by the tactical application of a single raised finger on Cynthia's part, before she unceremoniously pushed his chin up with one hand and grabbed his throat with the other; the panic he felt in that one instant, however, was abated once he realized she was actually fiddling with something, a collar of sorts that he had missed up until then, and with a loud beep, suddenly his dick began to shrink. Not in the way that it usually did, as the blood drained from it after being used, but literally becoming smaller, visually speaking, almost like it was being-
"Compressor tech," Cynthia filled in for him, breathing a sigh of relief, "we were waiting for you to wake up before we turned it on completely, sorry for that."
"But…" - he didn't know what to say. Size compressors were hideously expensive and mostly experimental, at least as far as he knew; did Elizabeth's mom have industry connections? - "Wait, we? I-Is Liz ok?"
"Oh, she's more than ok," the serval replied, rolling her eyes and simultaneously failing to hide a very proud smile she tried her best to pretend wasn't there, "you two did a number on the house, you know? You're lucky Liz likes you so much, or I'd have you pay for repairs!"
Shrapnel wanted to say something to the tune of "But I'll help pay anyway!", but truth be told, how was he supposed to? He didn't even have a job, and now with a student loan to pay off as well, he could hardly afford to help rebuild a whole chunk of a family home… though, at the same time, he was responsible for whatever damage was done to it, leaving him in a conflicted state that Cynthia was merciful enough to knock him out of.
"Not to worry hun, lil' ol' me's got a lot more up her sleeve than you give her credit for" - that chuckle was terrifying - "Besides, I think you have something a bit more important to worry about. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone… for now."
There was no doubt that the tone in which Cynthia said those last two words implied she was very much not done, and judging by the way she gave his cock a good, long look before leaving the room, Shrapnel could only guess that she was looking for a piece of the action as well. It was a testament to how warped his perception was that the wolf didn't immediately discard that option, though given what he saw next, he was spared from having to think at all, at least for the next few minutes.
As soon as the older serval squeezed her way out of his presumed observation room, the doorway was taken up by something. Something big, black and capped off by a nub that took up most of the opening. It took Shrapnel a few seconds to realize he was looking at an areola, or at least part of one, and a nipple massive enough that he could probably stuff his whole cock into it and still have plenty of room left; it was obvious who that was, and for the first time of what he presumed would be many others, the wolf was happy that his true size was hidden by away by the compressor, because otherwise that room wouldn't have lasted much longer either.
How exactly Elizabeth managed to push her way inside was nothing short of miraculous, though given the weird way her tits seemed to shrink and expand as they were squeezed through the tight doorway, it was obvious she had compressors on herself, further raising doubts over just who Cynthia was if they could just afford to call in favours like that. Or, well, that's what a saner, more in-control Shrapnel would've thought, if he wasn't staring down a pair of serval boobs that took up most of the room; the cherry on top of the cake was Liz somehow managing to jump upwards with a small grunt, swivelling herself in just the right way to end up lying on a bed of her own tits.
"This is your fault, you know?"
There was nothing accusatory about those words. If anything, the way they were spoken, together with the look that Liz was giving him, left the wolf even more grateful for the compressor holding him back; the serval was taunting him, letting him know that if not for… whatever happened to drive them apart, she would've gladly gone even further than she did, even when this, her presumably compressed state, was about as big as her mother got when they deliberately went for days without milking themselves down to size.
One could only imagine how ridiculously huge Liz must be without the distortion field keeping her that way, or how ludicrously productive those milktanks must be if they were already that huge to begin with. But, in the end, they still weren't the most distinctive part of Liz's body; they were impossible to miss, sure, but there was something else that drew Shrapnel's eyes once they weren't locked to the mountain of breashflesh in front of him: her belly.
It was bigger, rounder, and from the shape of it, that wasn't cum in there… or at least, not anymore. It couldn't possibly be true, it was too much of a violation of the laws of nature, and yet as soon as Liz noticed her boyfriend ogling her swollen midriff, the first thing she did was give him a knowing grin, a wink, and then proceed to slowly her gravid self in long, circular motions; only then did the wolf notice that, unlike the rest of her, the serval's belly was actually growing, and fast enough that he could actually see it! Judging from the way it was progressing, her tits would have plenty of competition by the end of the day.
"Came in just a few minutes ago. I haven't told mom," Liz mused, knowing exactly what was on her mate's mind, "and I don't think it's really started either. I don't know what you did to me, but I'm not done growing just yet."
And again, there was that tone, that invitation to excess, to self-indulgence, to give up the very concept of limitations and just fuck without concern, to breed until the two of them were immobilized by their own productivity, until Shrapnel was left stranded on top of a very fertile Elizabeth, each thrust filling her womb with even more young for her eternally growing belly. It didn't even register with the wolf that he was going to be a father; in that moment, all he saw was a pregnant Liz with a swelling tum lying on top of two tits bigger than any he'd ever seen before, and the only reason he wasn't making things even worse was the compressor holding his cock back.
This didn't stop him from getting up and throwing himself at that wall of tit though, nor did it do anything to dissuade him from trying to stuff his face into one of those gigantic nipples in order to make good use of the milk that was sure to flow from them; he did have a compressor on, so surely he shouldn't have to worry about any growth manifesting into the outside world, right? If only it were that simple though; as soon as he pushed both of his hands into one of those buds, each one about as big as a beanbag chair, he pulled them open, only to reveal… some sort of black object stuck inside. Looking up, he saw Elizabeth's toothy grin, explaining why she hadn't done anything to try and stop him.
"They corked them up," she stated matter-of-factly, cracking up ever so slightly once the absurdity of it got to her, "told me it was the only way to staunch the flow properly. They actually work as the compressors too, so all my milk gets thrown into whatever pocket dimension these things are using. So no drinks for you, Shrap honey, not until we figure out if we can live together without exploding the whole world or something."
A tall order, considering Shrapnel didn't hear a single word of what she said and was instead trying his best to dislodge the cork from within the nipple it was trapped within; whether or not he was capable of, or if Liz should be stopping him, the serval did absolutely nothing to prevent this from happening. Perhaps she, too, disliked the idea of being held back, and wished for nothing more than for her tits to balloon outwards like they deserved to… or maybe she was just having a chuckle at his expense again.
"What are you two kids doing? Hands off!" came Cynthia's voice from somewhere beyond the wall of boob, "Do you want to get smushed against the wall?!"
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It was absurd to think that it would work, but at the low-low cost of nine dollars and ninety-nine cents on a sale, she'd be crazy not to at least try it out.
Iris had seen the ads for that piece of "exercise equipment" occasionally running on TV, but never gave them much credit; as far as she cared, they just looked like the same sort of crummy infomercials for a product trying to reinvent the wheel and failing terribly at it; but seeing as she was a scrawny little beanpole and nothing seemed to work, there was really nothing stopping her from just trying it out anyway apart from her stinginess, and ten bucks was low enough that she didn't whine too much on parting with them.
The chameleon, as usual, set up shop in her backyard, where no one could bother her and she could bathe under the warm light of the sun, just when it was starting to go down, the best time of day to get her workout in. Well, she said workout, but it was mostly trying and failing to lift weights while her body screamed at her to stop doing whatever she was trying to do; Iris hadn't had the best of luck when it came to buffing up, as even near-overdosing on protein shakes did nothing but give her stomach pains and maybe enough muscle that, if she used a level on her arm, it might show. So to use this thing, this… cheap piece of plastic to be shoved between her thighs and used to stretch them out so she could squeeze back, she didn't have high hopes for it; even in the best of scenarios, it would end up doing precisely jack diddly and then be thrown into the nearest rubbish bin, where it would be forgotten about and thrown into a landfill a few days later.
With an energy drink by her side, Iris adjusted the equipment between her legs and allowed it to shove them further apart. It was surprisingly difficult to get them back together, far more than she expected; as cheap as it might look, that plastic was sturdy and refused to budge, and the chameleon ended up drenched in sweat and strained all over after the first rep alone, allowing the damned thing to snap back into position and nearly dislocating both of her legs in the process… in addition to making them quite a bit thicker as well.
It took a bit before she noticed it happening, especially since it occurred without the slightest of sounds, but now that Iris looked down, her legs were definitely bigger than they had been before, thighs especially; it wasn't anything special, probably what other people would experience after a few weeks of intensive practice, but it had just… appeared, out of nowhere, right after she was done almost collapsing after one simple stretching exercise. Surely this couldn't be real, and she was just hallucinating it thanks to a sudden lack of sugar in her bloodstream, but they certainly felt real to the touch. Very real. Alluringly real. So real she could see herself doing nothing but groping them… and now she needed more.
Squeezing the plastic exercise tool was significantly easier the second time around, so much so that, rather than having it immediately spread her legs afterwards, the chameleon instead slowly relinquished her hold over it, giving it time to let the springs, and her legs, expand; there was no denying it, those thighs of hers were getting beefier the more they were spread apart, with her sports short tearing themselves apart just moments before they were fully stretched out. By adjusting herself just a little better, those things came right off, leaving her nude from the waist down and fully revealing the brand new muscle tone they were adorned with.
More.
Another squeeze, another slow release, and suddenly her lower body was actively groaning from how much the skin on it was being forced to expand, suddenly she could hear her hide practically creaking as it was made to deal with an enormous amount of muscle mass. It almost looked comical, given how much her upper body was still so scrawny, leaving it look like it was attached to someone else's pair of legs: powerful, extremely muscular, appearing as if they belonged to a career bodybuilder with an extreme dedication to rigid workout methods, rippling and practically vascular, they were heavy enough that the chair she was on was starting to complain about the weight, a complaint that Iris gleefully ignored. After all, how else would she gain the body of her dreams if not by carrying on as if there wasn't a problem? Better to get to squeezing, because those legs weren't going to grow themselves!
However, a surprise awaited Iris, and it hit her far harder than it could have, considering she decided to immediately let go of the device after squeezing it down. Expecting another boost to her thighs, the chameleon was instead almost smacked across the face by her own bust, which went from nearly completely flat to so enormous that it spilled onto her lap, over her lap, and practically onto the ground! Mere moments after that, as if to compensate, the rest of her torso remembered it was supposed to be keeping itself proportional and promptly shot up in size as well, completely ruining her chair and leaving her to fall on an ass whose cheeks were apparently big enough to crush couches; she was left pinned down completely beneath a pair of tits that, while more proportional, were still wildly oversized for her body, even in its stronger state. Anyone else would've called it a day and gone home to worry about what their life was going to be like from that day forward, but not Iris; she had a magical workout device and she wanted to use it. Because what she had wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
She needed more of it.
It was getting so easy to just squeeze that thing between her thighs that the chameleon began to wonder if she wasn't about to just destroy it completely, given how powerful her legs had become. Sure enough, she began hearing the plastic groan the next time she put any kind of stress on it, and was mildly certain that the time it took for it to go back to normal was longer than usual, and not because of each of her thighs suddenly bulking up to be thicker than an oak log each… and a fully grown, mature one at that. Another rep and her suspicions were confirmed; even though her bust was the next thing to be affected, undergoing a growth spurt that made her first one look miniscule by comparison, the cheap plastic was clearly bent out of shape so much that it took nearly thirty seconds for it to go back to its fully-extended state. Then again, it was still working, given that her upper body suddenly exploded outwards until a good chunk of her house was suddenly missing from her barrelling through it, so as long as it lasted, it… should be fine.
Better try it out and make sure it still worked.
Another rep, and again it was her thighs receiving all the muscle, keeping her physical form on a staggered development schedule; it was incredible how much those legs of hers looked disproportionately massive even when each of her tits were about as big as a large minivan, and yet, when looking down at those things and realizing they were each easily wide enough to completely obliterate most of her home, the one thing in her mind was how much she needed to make her upper body match her lower one. Immediately, the chameleon went back to work, so engrossed in her growth that she was no longer wondering whether or not she'd fallen asleep and was just having a vivid dream; all that mattered was that her bust was so unbelievably massive that one of her nipples alone completely wrecked whatever was left of her house, leaving the lizard immobilized underneath her own tits… and giving her a perfect reason to try out the thigh equipment again, providing just enough extra muscle that not only did she manage to get back up on her feet, but did so with such incredible ease that all the blood came rushing down and she felt woozy enough to trip backwards.
The resulting slam not only got rid of whatever passed for the wreckage of her previous abode, but also made short work of her car and several others parked next to it; her shoulders alone were broad enough to cover any one of the many domiciles lined along that dead-end suburb, to say nothing of the absolutely titanic pair of legs below her waist, each one easily big enough that they'd be unable to fit inside any one of those houses. And the least said about her tits, the better; they were one growth spurt behind and already looking to be the size of a long-haul truck.
Unfortunately, it seemed to her that the exercise equipment was a couple of squeezes away from just breaking completely, and for once, she had to admit it was her fault; not that she didn't give it her best shot, but being that big just sort of put her on a different league altogether, and as much as she honestly believed that she shouldn't be held responsible for that kind of low-level damage, well, there was nothing she could do about it, now was there? Sighing contentedly, the chameleon readjusted the little thing between her legs and squeezed it again, barely noticing as she did so; the difference between it being compacted and stretched out, compared to the sort of body she had now, were so inconsequential that the chameleon could barely even notice them at all… and then she exploded.
Not literally of course, just enough that each tit suddenly became big enough to completely smash through half the street and a full row of houses each, leaving behind two colossal craters that dug deep into the ground and left her wondering just what in blazes had happened. Those things were large enough to obscure the sun, and heavy enough that, even with her several-times-redoubled muscle mass, Iris couldn't even begin to lift a single one, much less the whole set! It was such an immensely disproportional boost that, frankly, it just left her wanting more; because what she had there was what was supposed to make her body somewhat balanced, bring her upper self in line with the lower one, but instead of that she was gifted with a bust so bountiful she could feel the rivers begin to flow off on the other side of them.
But that was fine, because that could only mean one thing: the next rep would leave her thighs so unbelievably colossal, so unthinkably massive, that just trying to wrap one's mind around a single one would be enough to cause fainting and heavy headaches, much less anything as insane as physically attempting to hug their full circumference. It was a good bet, and she was ready to take it; even better when Iris realized the piece of equipment that had brought her there was so broken down that it probably only had that one last squeeze left in it… so why not go for broke? Why not put so much strength behind it that it wouldn't just remain squished, it would break completely? That seemed like a good, entirely safe and not at all crazy idea that totally wouldn't backfire and leave her so unbalanced that walking would be impossible for entirely different reasons.
So Iris adjusted the equipment, for the last time. And she squeezed down on it, for the last time, so hard that it audibly snapped, even over the sound of the sloshing coming from her tits.
And immediately, every house around and behind her was vaporized.
Getting a bead on just how massive her ass and thighs had gotten was a bit difficult when all the things she could've used as a means of comparison were turned to rubble or dust, floating away in the gusts of wind created by her sudden expansion; it was a reminder of how powerful she was now, given that just existing was enough to alter the local environment by virtue of size alone. It made for a wonderful sensation, going from being unable to lift a single one of those giant udders of hers to effortlessly getting back on her feet, even if she was still so much wider than she was taller that her tits were still firmly planted on the ground. She nevertheless managed to loom over her surroundings, or at least what remained of them; with an ass so colossal that a single cheek was bigger than both of her breasts combined, and a pair of thighs of such immense girth that it was a wonder how they were even attached to her, it was hard to loom over anything when her very own body had destroyed most of that anything.
But still, she quite enjoyed her new self; how could she not, when it was so deliciously oversized that simply breathing sent shockwaves coursing through her, soft flesh jiggling and rippling endlessly at the slightest of touches. She was… rather sensitive as well, far too much for her liking; the simple act of lactating, which she was very much going through at that moment, was enough to get her all tingly, and for her hands to find something new to do between her legs. A bad choice, all things considered, as this apparently signalled to her body that it should undergo another growth spurt, and while Iris initially believed it would just be for her torso and tits to balance themselves out again, the fact that her head remained exactly where it was immediately sent alarm bells ringing in her head.
It all happened so fast and without any warning that, by the time the chameleon realized what had even happened, her tits were so huge that each one could've fit her bust's previous size inside of it a few times over, her ass was equally as gigantic if not more so, and despite her height remaining the same (albeit at a respectable twelve or so feet), her thighs flared out so much that moving around should have been impossible purely from weight and friction alone; despite this, it seemed as if her ability to move from one point to another remained unaffected! Probably because her arms and legs had gained so much bulk that to put it into words would be a disservice to the sight of her; hell, just flexing was enough to make so much mass bulge out that she felt the air being displaced, and her arms were barely anything compared to the world trees that were her thighs. With uncharacteristic ease, the chameleon turned around, spotting a lone tree that hadn't yet been affected by her glorious ascension. It was a large oak, much like her legs had been like beforehand, and while once it stood proud and imposing, now it was little more than a tiny twig compared to her body.
So she tried to get close to it, close enough to where she could flick it and turn it into a million little toothpicks, but was unable to. Maybe she just didn't know her strength, maybe her strength was on such a level that it was unable to be contained at all; all she knew was that the simple act of leaning sideways packed so much energy that the whole surface of the planet around her cracked, a hundred-yard-deep crevice forming before she could even angle herself properly. She knew that any further pressure would just lead to the planet shattering, and that just wouldn't do.
So she simply flicked the air. And the shockwave caused by this was powerful enough that, by the end, there was no tree. There were barely any roots.
All in all, a good purchase on that thigh thing.
Four stars.
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Sleeping didn't help. Despite the best of intentions, Tim's suggestion that Spikes try the closest he had to switching off and on again didn't go anywhere, with the damage done to their body remaining exactly the same; even going so far as rebooting the Digivice controlling the Rena did very little, if anything, to curtail the glitches, leaving the two of them bereft of any options and lacking in any clue on how to proceed. Even worse, with the one responsible for it having gotten away, the couple couldn't even pretend to have any sense of closure; the cheetah's laughter as they put away the weapon responsible and sprinted into the distance would haunt the two of them for years to come, even if they did end up catching the bastard and bringing him to justice.
It was so sudden as well, inexplicable really: one moment the couple was enjoying a nice warm day at the park, not really doing anything so much as just appreciating one another's company, and the next they were listening to someone cackling in the distance before the monologuing began, something about perfecting the ultimate life form or some such; it sounded so much like it had come from a movie that both Tim and Spikes zoned out halfway through, being more concerned with the fact that the mad cat in front of them was waving what looked to be a gun in their face… albeit one that was built out of a bunch of ramshackle pieces of scrap haphazardly welded together. Neither of them believed it was capable of firing properly, but they weren't about to gamble on maybes; unfortunately for them, this ended up biting them, hard, because as soon as the cheetah was done delivering their raison d'être in soliloquy form, they promptly pointed the "gun" at Spikes and pulled the trigger.
There was no sound, nor a laser beam or even the faintest traces of a physical projectile, but the Renamon was still projected backwards by some kind of phantom impact, rolling around on the grass for several feet before skidding to a half; the cheetah, for his part, had his eyes glued on the device he was holding, his lips curling into a manic grin before he broke into hysterical cackling, declaring that the experiment had been a success before turning around, promising to "see them soon", and vanishing into the nearest treeline. Behind him, the chee left an intensely confused Tim and an apparently injured Spikes, who struggled to get back onto his feet after the invisible force knocked all the air out of his lungs; he hadn't noticed what happened to his body, but the lynx did when they turned around to help their partner, having to stifle a yelp by placing both hands over their mouth.
The Rena's body had been… altered, though perhaps a better choice of words would be "carved up": it was still the same shape as before, but random patches of it had turned into confusing patches of static and glitched graphics, looking as if Spikes' body had lost its associated textures and had been replaced with whatever their digital form perceived as the "default" one, before promptly going tits-up and just ceasing to function properly altogether. There was no pattern to it as well; it was as if the weapon the cheetah wielded had randomly erased parts of the Rena's body with no rhyme or reason, leaving him looking… unfinished.
Perhaps the worst of it was that one of Spikes' eyes had its sclera go completely black, occasionally having small graphical glitches blitz through it; it gave the poor guy an aura of threatening menace that was entirely undeserved, like someone had drawn up their idea of a "big scary monster" and superimposed it onto someone who wouldn't hurt a fly even if it had been annoying them for hours on end. Tragically, Spikes himself seemed entirely unaware of what had happened, at least judging from their outward confusion at Tim's expression and the shocked scream that escaped from his lips once he looked down to inspect what he assumed to be either a bullet hole or a serious burn wound; that he would discover his body was missing parts of it in the most esoteric way possible was not something he expected, which only added to the ensuing panic attack, one that followed Spikes all the way home.
Only time could fix that problem; the Rena needed to see that his physical avatar was still capable of functioning, even with chunks of it glitched out, and while he slowly became aware that he had completely lost sensitivity in the parts of him that were gone, the rest of him seemed to work as intended. Internally, there seemed to be no damage, something all-but confirmed fully when Tim made some tea for the both of them; for all intents and purposes, the injuries inflicted had been fully superficial… but the words spoken before they were inflicted left the two of them wondering just how true that might be.
Assuming they hadn't just been assaulted by a complete lunatic with a modified Digivice, all the talk about creating life could lend credence to the idea that they had effectively stolen data from Spikes, to use in whatever demented project they were working on; that would certainly explain why nothing either of the housemates did seemed to work, from fiddling with the Renamon's personal digital controller, to rebooting it, to just having him try and sleep it off. It seemed that, against all odds, the missing parts of Spikes' body were truly missing, not just deleted, leaving behind a hole that couldn't be fixed on account of the data fuckery required for something of that caliber to even happen.
It wasn't so much a case of the data being gone so much as it had been ripped out forcefully without any kind of preparation, leaving the Rena's physical avatar as corrupted as the digital self that it was the projection of; seeing as both Spikes and Tim's understanding of digital biology was somewhat lacking, this left them in the unenviable position of trying to make sense out of something they literally lacked the knowledge required to even grasp the basics of. This hit Spikes especially badly, as he felt that, being his body, then naturally he should be capable of understanding what was wrong with it, only for every attempt at introspection or physical analysis to end up being a perfect analogue to him smashing his forehead against a wall for several hours on end; nothing he tried worked, which made some sense given that he had no method, no understanding of the theory behind it, and, perhaps most importantly, no idea what the weapon that caused it even was.
Maybe if he could get his hands on it, then perhaps there'd be a breakthrough, but in the absence of the device, all they could do was throw random thoughts at the wall and see what stuck. This was especially important for Tim, who had taken it upon themselves to uncover the truth of what had happened, even if it meant going half-mad in the process; while they had no clue how anything about digital data corruption worked, what they did have was an internet connection, an ample supply of caffeine, and a body that they could manipulate at will, all ingredients that allowed them to fully dedicate themselves to the single-minded pursuit of whatever scraps of information could be remotely useful in their current predicament.
More than one sleepless night was spent pouring through technical manuals, most of the contents of which went right over the lynx's head, or crawling through specialist internet forums in the hopes of finding anyone who might've encountered any similar phenomena; when that turned out dry, the focus shifted towards attempting to identify, or at the very least find the slightest hint of, who their assailant might be. Ultimately, Tim knew that neither them nor Spikes would be able to fix the glitch problem without getting a good look at what caused it, and without direct access to whatever that weapon was, it was doubtful they'd ever find the root cause; unfortunately, given the lack of any actual information on who the cheetah was, trying to use vague descriptors led down a series of entirely pointless rabbit holes relating to police arrests and raids that, while initially promising, always ended up in nothing… at least, until Tim randomly stumbled onto something they didn't even remember searching for.
It had become a habit by that point, what with them being trigger-happy with opening new tabs, to end up with most of their browser filled with entirely extraneous windows that the cat just happened to click for whatever reason, and while nearly all of them were ultimately worthless, one turned out to contain just the right amount of keywords for the lynx's brain to think about looking into it deeper. At face value, it looked to be an entirely ordinary piece of news about a series of minor thefts from local workshops and repair garages, notable only because whoever was responsible always left a note thanking the proprietor for their "contribution to the advancement of science"; the main reason why no one had given this much thought, and why it was relegated to the back page of a local newspaper, was precisely because the "thefts" were so minor that those affected felt it wasn't worth the trouble of contacting the police.
In fact, as far as Tim could ascertain, these incidents stretched back far before the article came out, with its author being the first to think about collating them into a news piece thanks to its novelty value, using it as a springboard to muse about the existence of a "budding supervillain" in an almost unbearably tongue-in-cheek tone. The article itself was mostly garbage as far as the lynx was concerned, but it did offer a series of names of those who'd been targeted by the phantom thief, whoTim was convinced had to be the cheetah that had attacked the two of them in the park; it would be far too much of a coincidence for someone to be stealing random mechanical parts from multiple different locations, only for a second, unrelated individual to show up with a weapon looking like scrap metal bolted together and monologuing in much the same tone as the mysterious notes.
No, it had to be the cheetah, and seeing as they were polite enough to thank their victims, that meant they left a trail, and trails could be followed; from there on, the lynx's attention was focused entirely on attempting to find a pattern to the thefts, and within a couple of short days their room had turned into a parody of a conspiracy theorist's den. In all honesty, the red string was entirely unnecessary, but Tim figured that if they were going to go deep, they might as well buy into the aesthetic, even if it did leave Spikes worried that his partner was losing their mind; in reality however, the cat had never been more awake, their mind never more sharpened, as they painstakingly tracked every single person that had ever been stolen from by way of the original news article, anything it linked, phone calls to those affected and even deep dives into the local police archives in search of the few people who did call in to report their missing property.
Soon enough, when the map of the city was unfurled and pinned on a corkboard, and the various locations connected by string, the truth became obvious: it was a circle. Or rather, the locations hit by the cheetah all fit within a roughly two-mile-wide circle, centered on one of the outlying suburbs to the east; while the actual thefts themselves seemed to have no pattern to them, every location that the lynx could dig up inevitably ended up placed somewhere in those twelve and a half square miles, presumably because the cheetah was walking there on foot to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. It made far too much sense, at least in Tim's mind, for it to not be true… and given that the circle's center was a relatively small neighborhood, it should be easy to scout the location and find where their quarry lived.
It was a fantastic victory for the investigation, and really, it had only come at the cost of the lynx nearly losing their minds from lack of sleep and an excess caffeine overdose, both of which left Spikes so worried that the Rena occasionally forgot that they had their body glitching out at all. Granted, it was surprisingly easy for it to slip from his mind, on account of it not really feeling like anything; apart from the lack of sensations in the affected areas, the Renamon's body kept functioning like it always had, creating an odd sense of unbalance where he knew something was wrong with him, and yet nothing wrong actually happened no matter how bad the situation looked.
The worst aspect of it was, honestly, his inability to head outside without some extremely concealing clothing, which was a slight issue in the middle of the summer; the moment he revealed any of his glitches to the world, he was guaranteed to have someone scream in shock and claim that he was a monster of some kind, creating a whole scene that he had to defuse, then waste time explaining what happened for the upteenth time in a row. In a sense, Spikes almost wanted the data corruption to do something to him, since at least then he'd have an excuse to hop onto bed and not leave until things were fixed; instead, he was left in an odd limbo where it was bad enough to negatively affect him, but not nearly enough for it to be crippling, hence his fixation on the lynx's problems and how much their lack of care for their own body was slowly destroying it.
Thankfully, with the potential discovery of their assailant's home, they could finally formulate a plan of action. It wasn't much to go on, but it was something, and they could work with something; neither of the two were very much willing to engage in some home invasion, but what they could do was locate the house and gather as much information about it as possible, maybe even spot the cheetah if they were lucky. What would happen after that, they didn't know; with Spikes' condition being what it was, both the Rena and the lynx were content with taking things one step at a time so as to avoid any surprises. Plus, they didn't know whether their attacker was going to make good on their promise of "seeing them" again; the whole situation had just turned into one big game of cat-and-mouse.
And with Tim and the cheetah both being felines, Spikes didn't like where that left him.
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Womb with a View
"You sure it's not too weird for you?"
"Well, maybe a little."
"I can get it removed if it bothers you that much."
"No, it's kind of neat in a way, just really weird to be able to see
that."
"Should I keep it covered? I mean, if you don't want to see it."
"It's your body."
"I know, but you matter too. I don't want you uncomfortable while
I'm incubating."
"I think I'm more weirded out that you're electing to have yourself
stuffed full of alien eggs."
"Really? You agreed to the paperwork too."
"Yeah, I know, but it still feels weird, and it's not like I'm the one with
the transparent implant in my stomach, nor am I going to be the one
swelling with eggs. It's just that I always figured we'd have kids the
normal way."
"We still can someday. They said they can change me back."
"I know, it's just, well, odd. I never expected you to become a
mother to… what'd you call them?"
"Lephidians."
"Right."
"Besides, if we want our own kids we need money, and you know
how expensive it is to have them. I'm getting ten thousand credits an
egg for this. A few healthy clutches and we'll be rich."
"I know, it's just strange and it's going to take some time getting used
to seeing a giant growing clutch of eggs in your belly. And I really
mean seeing them."
"I promise it won't be that bad. You can see it now in there, just nice
healthy pink tissue, see."
"I'd rather not, it still looks strange."
"I suppose it really is. I mean I can't even see the inside of my own
equipment without a mirror. I guess seeing the real inner workings is
just bizarre. But the Lephidians were willing to pay for the visual."
"You'd think with all the advanced technology we could just use a
sonogram or something to check on the eggs."
"Can't, damages their hearing development."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, it's just for a couple months for the first clutch."
"Yeah."
"Oops, that's the doorbell, I guess they're here to impregnate me."
"Please don't put it that way. I'm having a hard enough time thinking
about this without considering the idea of an alien cock fucking you."
"Honey, how do you think the eggs are getting in there?"
"Um."
"Lephidians have ovipositors."
"Oh…"
"Honey?"
"I think I'll wait in the other room."
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Piper was a good looking guy, and a nice person to be around. He had ice blue eyes and short forward swept black hair. His body was solid and well toned but not especially muscular. Many weird events happened in his home town, with many weird rumors to follow them. Like most people he did not believe in any of them, and perpetuated some himself simply in jest. But when he was in highschool he had started to question some of the stories. He had been shut down by a girl he previously turned down. One day she had small breasts, the next day they were huge, and the day after that they were small...or, smaller again. How could such an event take place without the use of magic? That event both made Piper a believer and made him rethink how he approached women. He is now 26 and has been dating a beautiful woman by the name of Bell.
Piper held a job and life like most, but every so often he would wander around the less explored corners of the city and slip into the library to read up on the old legends around this city- of which there were numerous. This day he found himself in the oldest part of the city. The shops and homes in the area alike had fallen into disrepair for so long that they were all empty and condemned- abandoned in favor of the modern side of the city. On the shop signs around here were weird runes. Long ago Piper thought they were just odd logos, but now he knew they were something more. Thanks to age and weather alike, the huge grate that covered an open sewage drain did not cover it enough anymore to keep him out. Inside was not a sewer as one may expect but what looked more like an ancient cistern. He followed rune etched stone walls by the daylight filtering through grates above. The narrow paths formed a maze along water logged halls. Finally he found a chamber- a location that was not yet another hall! As soon as he went to step inside though, he paused mid-step when he seen the 'ground' move. It was too dark for him to have noticed properly till it moved, but in its movement he could see enough light glinting off the surface to see the shape of scales! A snake! A...huge snake. The tail was as thick as his body, and the entire room was filled with it's writhing coils. It did not hiss or rear, it did not see him. Against logic, Piper's curiosity got the better of him and he grabbed the sides of the door and leaned in to see, being sure not to bump the coils with his legs. He certainly did not expect to see the Venus dimples of a woman's backside in there! The coils did not end in a snake head but a nude woman.
She turned toward him by chance alone, and as soon as she seen Piper she gasped sharply and shut her gorgeous purple eyes. Piper's own heart froze when he seen her hair writhing at the sides of her head, tipped with snake heads. She is a gorgon! Her lips and nipples were colored the same dark grey as her smooth scales, though the rest of her flesh was normal human skin tone. She was beautiful, and Piper kept glancing to her petite face in spite of the danger.
Her sweet voice echoed sharply on the adamant stone walls. "A visitor! Welcome. You will have to forgive me, I cannot look you in the eye or you will be turned to stone."
"I actually seen your eyes when I walked in...they are...quite beautiful actually."
She giggled softly. "You can look at me, and I can look at you, but our eyes cannot meet at the same time. It is safer I just keep mine closed- I can see from the eyes of the snakes on my head anyway. So! What brings you to this forgotten nook anyway? My name is Chorus by the way."
"Exploration, I guess. My name is Piper."
He had drawn a hunting knife when he leaned in initially but wasn't about to use it now that he knew it wasn't a snake head at the end of it all. It wasn't a fight he could have won anyway- one look and he was a statue! Her tail started to spill out around his feet, slowly slithering around him. It was both soft and hard. A snake's tail was nearly pure muscle in order to have full control of it, which meant it was soft and slippery feeling, or sharp as knives and hard as stone, depending on which way you touched it and whether it was relaxed or flexing. Her eyes quickly narrowed as her tail wrapped around Piper, sealing him firmly in her coils to his hip to lock him in place. His grip on the knife behind his back loosened in surprise and Chorus flicked it from his hand with the tip of her tail.
"A knife! A good sized one at that!"
"It's not what you think! I was going to put it away but I didn't want you to see it and get the wrong idea!"
She shifted her tremendously long body so her torso was just in front of him. "You were going to stab me, and try to kill me!"
At this distance, Piper could see the bone ornaments she wore. A huge choker that encased her throat in bone segments, and three bone rings on her right hand set with a shard of blue amethyst, white quartz, and amber. Little did Piper realise the relics were etched from the bones of a slain God- Harm- and housed a fraction of the God's own power. Chorus looked more offended and hurt than angry but that did little to settle Piper's fears. She could squeeze his internal organs out of his body like a tube of toothpaste if she wanted to.
After a frighteningly long pause, she sighed angrily. "I know how I will punish you. I discovered this curse on accident, trying to grant a friends wish." She tapped two fingers to his chest and he felt very strange for only a moment, and the amber and amethyst shards of her rings briefly shone a dim glow. "I will not tell you the curse, but like the threat with your knife, it will wear off. By this time tomorrow you will be free of it, but until then..."
Chorus's quartz ring flashed brightly and by the time Piper's vision adjusted enough to see anything he was back on the surface, alone. He wished he could try to explain himself better, or at least get his knife back but knew better than to step foot in the cistern again. He checked himself over but found and felt no differences. Had she just given him bad luck or something?
He returned home and tried his best to forget about it. It was just a misunderstanding anyway. Once Bell got home he brightened up quickly enough. She had a petite but well shaped butt and nice handful C cup breasts with perky eraser nipples. She was sassy and playful, and always full of energy. It was hot out so she has been wearing increasingly thin, form fitting clothing. Before Piper could make a move she anticipated it and told him she was heading out with some friends for dinner, and wouldn't be back till late. Piper had work in the morning so he wouldn't be able to stay up that late, so there goes that idea...maybe he was cursed with bad luck. After she was gone, his boner remained and he decided he would have to take care of himself for tonight. He got comfortable and flipped open his laptop on the nightstand to watch some choice porn, and picture Bell's butt in her yoga pants while listening to the women moaning in the porn. His attention was called fully to his dick though as it felt weird. It was like he was getting an erection but he already had one. The glans were stretched out as far as they could go and a deep purpled-red, and the veins along the shaft were puffed out and rock hard- he could roll them around through the skin with his finger a bit. Piper guessed he never had a full on wood till now, because this was a step above anything he had before, this was like real rock hard, painfully erect. His body was trying to force more into his cock than it could actually take. As sore as it felt though, his touch on its surface was all the more pleasurable. He could feel the stiff throbbing of his shaft straight through between his nuts and along his taint! It was so stiff the shaft couldn't even buck, it just vibrated. When he came, the pleasure was much more intense than what he was used to, it was a wave of pleasure that swept over his entire body getting stronger the closer to his dick it got, and exploded out the end. He wished it lasted longer and shot more than usual too, but sadly that remained unchanged. He cleaned himself off and returned to bed, falling asleep quite quickly.
Bell did not wake him when she returned home that night, but she did wake him slowly in the morning. He awoke feeling pleasure down below and tried to recall if he had a erotic dream, but quickly woke enough to realise it was Bell's doing. She giggled under the sheets as she gently rolled his balls in her hand, caressing the underside before taking his morning wood into her mouth. He was extremely rigid again in her mouth, but at least this time it was more justified. He did not last long between bumping the back of her throat and being coiled in her tongue. He remained erect after however, though slightly less so. She sat up quickly, still totally covered by a bed sheet.
"Hey! You must have gotten a late growth spurt or somethin'!"
"W-what?"
She gazed at his crotch in the morning sunlight that filtered through the sheet. "Your cock's bigger!"
Piper yanked the sheet away to look at it, and sure enough, it did look bigger! It looked a full inch and a half bigger at least! Was this the doing of Chorus? How would this be considered a curse? In what universe is a bigger dick a bad thing? Bell immediately mounted his poll and slid down to the base carefully. Once she knew she had the space in her cooch to pull this off she started to grind her meaty nether lips into him, and then started to rock her hips. She reached around herself and grabbed his nut sack above the balls and tugged them back- she always liked playing with his nuts and Piper certainly had no complaints! He lasted a bit longer for this ride but not by much. Again the orgasm was intense, he could feel the flow from much farther back than he should have and could only assume he was getting bigger again. It felt like someone grabbed his cock and was somehow pulling more of it out of him from its very roots, stretching farther out from way back at his prostate. Forward was not the only direction it went though, because it fattened as well, with each powerful throb his heart managed to find just a little more blood to make it swell. Bell had to reposition her grip on his sack partway in because by the time his balls relaxed again, they too were just a bit bigger. Bell fell over onto him without pulling off, and rest her head just below his, with a nice meaty layer of tit flesh sandwiched between them. Piper just lay still, catching his breath and staring vacantly at the roof. Even the bed felt more comfortable somehow, like it was more springy than it had been. His nuts felt gigantic hanging lazily between his legs.
Bell finally sat up, slowly sliding off his shaft. "So what did you do to get bigger!? I thought all those bigger dick ads are bullshit."
"Nothing! I mean...well this person I bumped into got angry and said they were going to curse me or whatever but pffft, right?"
Bell laughed as she got up and headed to the bathroom. "Well if this is their idea of a curse, you should piss people off more often. I am going to make you some breakfast stud- you'll need to replenish all that energy."
Piper remained where he was for some time, having reached a dangerous comfort level where he couldn't quite seem to muster the will power to sit up. He finally rolled his legs off the side of the bed when he smelled bacon and eggs. The drop from the bed to the floor was bigger than usual, he was right, the bed was more comfortable! He looked at it puzzled for over a minute. It looked identical to their bed but it was definitely bigger...but why didn't she tell him she got them a new bed and how on earth did Bell get it in here and set up without him even knowing? He looked around the room and got the distinct feeling something else was off as well. It wasn't till he touched the doorknob as he was leaving the room that Piper realised he was what was off! He went to the kitchen in a hurry and seen right away that Bell was slightly taller than he is- he shrank! He is supposed to be at least a half foot taller than her! That's why she took his huge dick so easily, it only looked huge because he was smaller- it certainly was bigger but not as big as he thought. So the curse made his dick bigger and him smaller? That's an even stranger curse than he thought! What was the point? To make it so his clothes didn't fit properly for a day? It was going to wear off early evening if Chorus was telling the truth, so again this hardly seemed like a punishment at all. Oddly, Bell didn't even seem to notice him being shorter, or perhaps she was avoiding bringing it up. She was plenty thrilled at the size of his member now, that much was apparent. Piper called in sick from work and decided to chill on the couch with his girl today. Today was going a hundred times better than he was expecting.
It didn't take long before Bell stole the remote and turned the station to a saucy movie, and promptly grabbed at Piper's sausage through his underpants, since that was all he was wearing. All she was wearing was a T-shirt. Not even entirely full mast, the beast was at level with his knees as it snaked its way out one of the boxer's legs. Bell licked her lips and dove right in, pulling it back, up, and out of his boxers and just heft it a few times in her hands as it returned to diamond stiffness. To her it was huge, to him it was inhumanly gigantic. It looked even bigger than it was before! She proceeded to give him a slow, loving handjob, keeping low enough to gently lick beads of pre off its swollen head on occasion. She was absolutely loving this. He loved the way she looked when she glanced up at him from his dick, but she kept pushing back on his chest trying to get him to watch the low budget movie and relax while she worked his bone. She was taking her sweet time caressing and practically worshipping his cock now, after he went off faster than usual in bed. Piper groaned at the stiffness and powerful throbbing against her hot and soft feminine hands. He closed his eyes entirely and felt like he was sinking into the cushions. It took him way too long to realise he sort of is sinking in- he was shrinking again! When he opened his eyes he was face to face with his massive swollen purple cock head! It was as tall as he is now! Granted, he was now as tall as a ten year old. Bell was now the only accurate gauge he had to how big it really is, and it was big enough that her admittedly small hand could only reach halfway around it. Piper had a mini panic attack and tried to convince Bell to stop playing with it as it only seemed to be speeding the process forward. She didn't seem to see the down side of it. When he asked her if she even noticed his body was shrinking she only giggled and said he looked cute. Fortunately she did leave him alone, at least for the moment as she went to get something to drink, but something told Piper she was going to be back for more soon. He had to slip out and get somewhere isolated to get his thoughts together and prevent his achingly hard cock from getting any more stimuli.
Chorus used two rings to curse him! One must be stealing mass, the other gives mass. His dick is getting bigger with mass stolen from his body- in a way his penis was eating his body. The thing he feared right now is that Chorus said the curse would be dispelled by early evening, which will be the 24 hour mark. She didn't say its effects would be dispelled. What if the curse was gone and his body was just locked in the shape it was when the curse ended? Piper's underwear didn't even come close to fitting him anymore so he just kicked those off his legs and slid off the couch, wincing as his rigid cock made a heavy bow from its greatly increased weight. This was awkward- its weight made it hard to balance and its erection and size meant it was swinging in front of his face as he walked so he could only partly see where he was going. He was glad he didn't have to take a piss because god only knows how that would work in this state. It was raining out now, weather attracted by all the sudden heat recently. He didn't like the idea of going naked into the rain, but Bell seemed mesmerized by his cock and he didn't want to end up any smaller. He was careful to make as little noise as possible as he slipped out the sliding glass doors and dashed through the backyard to the woods behind the house. They were not too big, but plenty big enough to conceal him at least and hopefully shelter some of the rain. He leaned against a tree panting. His legs were shorter now and the added weight of a huge phallus made jogging any distance very hard. He could feel his rapid heart rate as an ache in his dick, and stared at it for several moments before concluding it was growing with each pulse, just very very little. The cool rainwater didn't quell his erection at all! Where would all the blood go though? Maybe it wasn't even possible to become flaccid anymore. Piper arched back, hoping that keeping his dick off his body and exposing it to more rain would finally cool it down. He watched the beads of water collecting on the big rubbery glans and trail down over the bruise-purple corona and trace the edges of the projected, throbbing veins on the shaft. A bubble of pre joined the rainwater and Piper bent a bit to bring the cock closer again to help him realise its growth was increasing if anything when exposed to the rain! The touch of the rain drops was doing it! It was so huge and sensitive now that even a good breeze would stimulate it at least a bit!
He found the bushiest tree and took shelter under it, sinking down and taking a seat on a root to wait this out, and pray the effects would leave him too. He tried his best to get his mind off it but the cock was literally right in his face, and every throb brought his thoughts back to it. What other than sex would one think of while looking at a penis, especially of this size? And when he did, it throbbed a tiny bit bigger and he a tiny bit smaller, which only made it harder to not think about! The root was hurting his tail bone so he shifted forward, but that put the weight on his taint and caused his shaft to throb powerfully. Out of surprise he gripped its base to prevent the glans from smacking him in the face. As soon as his hands gripped the base, he could both see and feel the gap between the fingers of his hands grow as he shrank and a powerful tingling pleasure swept up his shaft like a wave from his touch, tickling the cock's roots. Piper let out a long moan, half in frustration and half in pleasure as he collapsed forward onto his hands and knees- sort of. His hands took most of his weight as he realised his balls took up a bit more space than his knees could allow. Even with his arms fully extended his shaft touched both his chest and the ground, and he had to look up to see his cock head now. The cock throbbed powerfully again, jetting out a good amount of pre and lifting his body slightly for a moment.
Piper was stuck now. His legs couldn't lift his scrotum off the ground and any movement at all at this point would only stimulate the shaft more against the slick ground! With or without the help of any outside forces Piper wondered if he would survive all this. Would it stop? Did it have a limit? Would he shrink indefinitely or vanish entirely once he became too small? Not that either scenario was a good one. His heart jumped when he heard rustling in the bushes. Was it some wild animal? Even a squirrel at this point could be a threat but he was actually hoping it was an animal. Before he was able to react, Bell came rushing at him from out of some bushes, and placed a hand on his back to pin him to his phallus. She giggled, saying he was a naughty boy for trying to run off, as if he were a pet! Piper was about as big as a large doll at this point, and his cock the size of a novelty giga dildo- the kind that are more of a kinky decoration than anything a sane person would attempt to use. She gasped as she resumed her worship of the huge dick, gently feeling it over, tugging at his scrotum and tracing the contours of both. Piper pleaded with her to stop as the throbbing increased again but now she ignored him entirely. She rubbed an entire hand on the huge head, with her thumb hooked around the corona, occasionally squeezing it between thumb and index. Her other hand traced its way up his churning balls and one comparatively huge finger poked him in the butt, squeezing the hair-trigger overtaxed prostate! He was lifted up by the arch of the shaft and his mind went blank and his vision pure white as he exploded with orgasm. Dizziness took hold as the curse went to work again, and only prolonged and amplified the orgasm even though the unmodified size of his prostate meant his actual load was tiny. By the time it stopped bucking him around like a mechanical bull and his senses returned, Piper sat up in horror as he realised his cock was as big as he was, and he was now as big as his cock used to be! It did not soften at all, and again Bell seemed completely unconcerned with him, and totally enamored with his dick. There was no possible way for him to escape her- his legs didn't even reach around half of the upper curve of his wet balls. She picked him up by the cock alone, ignoring the fact there was a man attached at all and hugged it to her chest, squeezing the shaft tightly and rolling it between her tits with only a thin wet shirt between. The huge balls sat cradled between her feet and she kissed and sucked on the head, moaning and groaning as if someone were eating her out while she did it. Piper was both terrified and nearly whiting out from pleasure overload at the same time! Everything around him seemed to get bigger, but especially his cock as it continued to grow and strain larger and larger. Now that he was so small he could even hear it growing, it sounded like stressed leather. Only five inches tall, then a throb and buck and four inches. She rest him on the ground and stood up, putting the shaft on an angle to meet her pussy and slid down, pinning herself between the cock and the tree. There was no way she could humanly get it inside herself, but her pussy was still spread open and grinding along the smooth wet head. And another inch lost. Only three inches tall, one of his own testicles could crush him to death if they rolled backward onto him. The throbbing rocked his entire body now, and he knew all was lost as he shrank still another inch, and his penis swelled another inch fuller. He couldn't even formulate words to speak anymore through all the pleasure, like the cock was drawing in his thoughts as well now, consuming all he had to swell still larger!
He blinked and everything was dark. Had he finally shrunk himself into non-existence? He could think clearly again at least. He could hear, see, and feel nothing. With the time it took to involuntarily blink again- he was back in reality, looking a very confused and wet Bell in the eyes. Her eyes! He stood up and twirled around with his now flaccid dick swinging in the open air. He and his penis were back to their old sizes! He wasn't able to tell because of the cloud cover but it was early evening and the curse had run out! Bell had no idea why they were outside or why he was naked and overly happy. She had seemingly no recollection at all since waking up this morning, like Piper's penis actually hypnotised her. Not wanting to explain the whole thing, he simply told her they got hammered and made out in the rain...close enough. One thing was for sure, Piper wasn't going to the old end of town anymore. Whatever magic was out there, he would rather not be a part of it.
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The next time his boss told him that the job would be "done and over with before you knew it", he had half a mind to tell him to shove it where the stars didn't shine and keep going until it came out of his mouth. It had been five days since he last set foot in his home, five days when it was supposed to have been a handful of hours, and not only did he feel like the layer of grime he had on him was so thick it could serve as a second skin, but his apartment just felt… dirty. He usually made sure to tidy it up before he left for longer assignments like those, so for a surprise like that to be sprung on him out of nowhere meant that the home he was returning to had so much stuff strewn about that it made him groan just thinking of how much work he still had ahead of him. That, however, was a concern for future Rychen, the one who had a good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast in him, not the tired, beaten fox that could barely drag his feet behind him, much less find the willpower to put the pots and pans back where they belonged.
He made a sandwich for himself, stuffing as much synthmeat into it as he could justify, before devouring it in half a dozen bites, then held his stomach as the bad decisions hit him stronger than ever. Despite this, the pressure he felt in his belly wasn't the worst one bothering him at that point; that honour went to what he was experiencing below the waist and between his legs, the one spot on his body that hadn't received a proper workout in the past five days.
Rychen's productivity always ensured that, whenever he didn't get any relief at least twice a day, discomfort was sure to follow. He didn't mind it too much; all he needed was about ten minutes and a private bathroom to do his business in, even during work hours. Unfortunately however, his latest assignment had given him no time in which to have some private time with himself, meaning that the fox that walked through the door and into his bedroom was a very needy one indeed. He wasn't even worrying about the mess he was about to make; all that mattered was getting his pants and underwear off as quickly as he could so he could finally get some proper rest, even if it meant turning his bed into a long-term clean-up project. Rychen winced when he saw the full size of his nuts after they were exposed; though his small-scale compressor did a good job at hiding those grapefruit-sized orbs, they still ached like nobody's business, visibly throbbing with each heartbeat and just begging to be emptied, all while the foot-long rod rising above them practically pulsated with need. Didn't take too much effort either; the moment that Rychen touched his sensitive skin was the same one that a glob of pre shot upwards and reached halfway to the ceiling, sending electrical discharges flying up his spine.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts and breathe in deeply, before doing something very stupid and bringing both of his hands to his cock. He had intended to start pumping it, but really all it took was holding onto that thing for it to immediately go off, the fox reaching climax faster than ever before in his life! It would've been embarrassing if not for the fact that it was what he was looking for; the last thing he needed was to go through the whole process of reaching orgasm like he usually did, not now that he could barely walk and desperately needed something positive to happen. He sighed happily, sinking into the sheets and allowing his nuts to clench and gurgle their way to emptiness, entranced by the sight of his twitching cock erupting with the kind of thick strands of seed that he hadn't seen in months, if not years; it was almost beautiful in a way, though it quickly turned worrying once it refused to stop.
He was very productive, yes, but even still Rychen didn't usually go for so long that he began to notice something was wrong. At best he could output for a solid minute, and even then it would eventually taper out towards the end, and yet now he found his body capable of keeping his ejaculate in full flow for… how long had it been? Too long, that was for certain, but how much? The fox scrambled to try and find a way to stop it, slightly panicking at the thought that maybe going five days without jacking off at least once had done something terrible to him; he didn't want to call his doctor and tell him what was happening, just the thought alone left him feeling so embarrassed that his cheeks were burning! And yet, even taking his hands off of himself did nothing to stop the constant climax; if anything, it just kept getting worse the longer time went on, in full violation of every law of biology and physics he had ever learned about, and several others he had forgotten over the years.
He looked around, maybe hoping to find something he could use to stop it, before realizing he had no idea what was going on, much less how to put an end to it. All he could do was stare helplessly at a cock that seemed unable to stop outputting seed, so much so that his chest was starting to turn into an utter mess, along with the bed around him. Holding onto it did nothing but make the volume of release worse, and even rolling onto the damned thing failed to accomplish anything of note; worse still, when he went back to lying on his back, Rychen couldn't help but notice that his balls had, against all odds, gotten bigger! Still clenching with each spurt, his nuts slowly approached the size of small watermelons, squishing heavily against the sides of his legs, and only making his seemingly-endless orgasm all the worse for it; it was like a fountain, an unending stream of thick spunk that got just about everywhere that it could, and appeared to be getting stronger and more intense as time went on. The fox felt his stamina start to drain away from him, the cumulative effects of five days of intense labor followed by something as unnatural as what was happening to him, and soon was struggling to even keep his eyes open at all, despite the endless, overwhelming pleasure waves crashing over him. He still tried… but there was nothing he could do. Nothing but allow the tiredness to take him over and send him careening into the darkness from where he wouldn't come back until several hours later.
When he came to, things were… weird. He didn't feel any differently than from when he normally woke up, apart from the overall sense that something was missing, not to mention the overall sensation of warmth that covered him from the chest down. Being too exhausted to really think about things rationally, Rychen took a while before remembering what had happened prior to him falling unconscious, and even more before all the dots were connected and he yelped himself back to a fully alert state, his eyes immediately darted towards the epicenter of the disaster he'd left untended for goodness knows how many hours. Some part of him had expected it to have subsided over the night; surely, even in his wildest of dreams, his body wouldn't have been able to keep him going for that long, would it? Yet, as soon as he dared to set his eyes on the affected area, the moment he summoned the courage to inspect the damage, that's when he saw it: he was still cumming.
Maybe his body had grown accustomed to it during the many hours of sleep, or maybe he just hadn't woken up properly, because it barely even registered anymore. He felt great, refreshed and restored from a good night's rest, when he should have his conscious thoughts broken in half by what amounted to an impossibly-long climax. The bed was a complete and utter mess, covered in his jizz from side to side, a coating that climbed up his sides, blanketed the fur on his chest and went off to the other end of the sheets, dripping noisily onto the floor; a few splotches up above betrayed just how strongly he'd been venting all the pressure, with several spots being sticky with his spunk, which fell back down in long, stalactite-like globs. The smell of it was… alluring. The fox didn't want it to be; he wanted it to be rancid and horrid, so as to shock him out of his weird, biological funk and set him back on the right path, but it wasn't. It was delectable and musky, inviting him to keep going for as long as he could, to coat himself further in his own cum until his fur permanently changed colour. His eyes were starting to close again, ready to succumb to this sudden desire, when Rychen found enough willpower left within himself to shake his head and return to reality, albeit only temporarily.
He needed a solution, something to actually make it stop; he was genuinely concerned that he hadn't died of dehydration already, doubly so considering his cock and balls had slowly grown outwards during the night, giving him a package that would be considerably hard to carry around. Touching it was absolutely out of the question, lest he trigger some sort of extra reaction that his body had lying in wait… but what else was there? If this was a medical condition, it wasn't one he was aware of; never in his life had he ever heard about anyone who came for about eight hours straight, much less with the sort of potency he was displaying. Even now the occasional rope of spunk splashed onto a wall or even the ceiling, leaving Rychen flabbergasted as to how his body was able to produce that much without the rest of him shrivelling up into nothing. Left without any other options, and with the weight between his legs growing by the second, the fox decided to fight fire with fire; if his body refused to listen to reason, then it would listen to insanity, even if it was the last thing he did.
So it was that the vulpine brought both hands to a shaft that was now big enough to actually need them both, pumping it with all the strength he could muster. Maybe, he thought to himself in between pangs of unbridled pleasure and mind-breaking carnal bliss, if he could trigger a second orgasm then it would override the first, forcing his body to stop! It made about as much sense as anything else that had happened that night, so why not try it? Besides, his sensitivity had been given a boost as well, so the more he stroked himself, the better and more powerful it felt; soon enough he wasn't even doing it for the sake of his plan anymore, but purely for its own sake, to achieve ever-higher levels of pleasure and end up somewhere beyond where he already was. His productivity continued to rise, the spurts of spunk becoming thicker, longer, faster, stronger, and he knew that he had just made a mistake… but he couldn't stop, not now.
Not ever.
Rychen carried on, mindlessly, hoping to break through some kind of wall if he just kept trying hard enough. He felt his shaft grow beneath his fingers, his balls swell between his legs, and still he carried on. The coating of cum was getting thicker and far more pungent, giving everything in the room a brand new sheen of sticky off-white, but he didn't care; he needed to keep going, needed to force his body to stop… or, failing that, give himself the best climax of his whole damned life.
The second option was becoming a lot more likely the longer he kept going, since no matter how much he tried, no matter how much more he continued to pump out, his limit always seemed to be just out of reach, constantly pushed ahead one step at a time to keep the fox from breaking through them. Soon enough he wouldn't even be able to stroke himself properly; there was just so much cum flowing from his tip that he couldn't get an adequate grip, friction all but a thing of the past that he couldn't even fathom in his current state. If it weren't for the omnipresent knowledge that this was very, very wrong and shouldn't be happening, Rychen would've likely given up already; even then, simply knowing that it was impossible (or was supposed to be, at least) was starting to look like less of a reason to stop it, especially since his body clearly didn't want it. And after he was through with pumping himself to climax, when his stamina smashed into that wall a second time, that's when he knew for certain he was in for the long haul.
He certainly did start to vent out more spunk than before, so much that he was turning into a biological fountain with how hard his cock was erupting with the stuff, enough that the ceiling blasts turned into the norm rather than the exception. All Rychen could feasibly do was lay there and watch, dumbfounded at his own productivity, his mind racing at a million miles an hour to try and come up with any excuse for why this was a thing that was happening. He thought to call his boss, let him know what he had inadvertently done to him, but what good would it do? His fingers slippery, the screen tainted and smudged beyond repair, the fox instead dialed his company physician, hoping not to have caught him at too bad of a time. Sadly, being coated in cum wasn't too good for electronics, so when the call did go through, all Rychen could hear was a garbled, incomprehensible mess that just barely sounded like words. In fact, even he couldn't talk properly; in between cumming what felt like gallons every half a minute or so and the kind of endorphin-based madness that had taken him over, the only sounds he could make were moaning and shouting the word "Cum!" over and over again at the top of his lungs. Times like those he regretted his decision to live on his own, in a house separate from the nearby apartment blocks, for who would be there to help him now? He was stuck in his room with nowhere to go and a body that refused to obey basic instructions while pinning him down with a combination of cock weight, ball girth and raw bliss.
And he wanted more of it.
Rychen didn't really know when his mind turned from repudiating such an occurrence to inviting it to keep going for as long as it could, but it was hard to deny that he was no longer finding the experience to be nearly as discomforting as he had been the previous night; in fact, quite the opposite was happening, with the fox looking on longingly at the copious amounts of cum being poured out from his throbbing shaft, far more than should be possible, and wondering what it would be like to just… surrender, to accept the inevitability of it and invite it to keep going for as long as it needed to, all while its intensity continued to grow. It was undeniable that his misguided attempts at using firefighting tactics had only resulting in a raging inferno of much greater proportions, far more than simply adding one and one and getting the usual result; far more likely was the possibility that trying to trigger a stopgap orgasm had only multiplied the strength of both of them and then slammed the two together into the impossibly productive release he was experiencing at that time. And he liked it; more than that, he loved it! So much so that he decided to just carry on with his day like it was nothing, even as the coating of cum on everything got thicker by the second.
Getting up was slightly complicated, owing both to the decrease in friction all around and to the addition of extra weight between his legs; it made sense for his nuts to be a lot denser than before, but Rychen couldn't have expected them to be that hefty, enough that he almost had to kneel when he first felt the pull of gravity on his body. The reason why was evident: those things hung lower than his knees, and took up so much room that every step he took was a janky one, having to consider the position of his cum factories just to stop himself from squeezing them too much. This led to a rather awkward, almost-sideways gait that didn't make it any easier to keep his footing, especially since his rod made sure to paste everything in his path in the same kind of spunk covering that coated most of his room. Despite this, Rychen found it within himself to keep smiling, knowing that, at the very least, things couldn't get any worse; all he had to do was not touch himself and it would all just… go away. Yes. It would stop on itself, eventually. He just had to keep believing in that and it would eventually become reality. Yup. Absolutely.
It was altogether normal that he couldn't stop; that was just the perfectly logical end result of him going five days without getting some relief when he had a body as needy as his, not some freak accident of nature that he had no clue how to explain and even less of an idea how to resolve. It certainly wasn't worrying that he clogged his toilet when he tried to use it, resulting in much of the fluids he dumped into it coming back up after he attempted to flush it, leading to some minor flooding that he'd have to fix whenever he had the chance. It was normal that he kept growing still, that his nuts seemed to gain half an inch whenever they clenched particularly hard, that his cock continued to pack on mass and weight, that each step was starting to feel impossible to take. It was normal and not at all something he should be worried about, even when it got in the way of him making breakfast; it was all-but impossible to even make the simplest of sandwiches when his motor coordination was as shot as it was, the fox's body wracked by periodic shockwaves that crossed his form every other second, to say nothing of the mess made by the cum hose he called a dick constantly bouncing his juices off of every hard surface.
Rychen attempted to enforce some normalcy into his routine, and admirably lasted well into his third attempt at putting ham between two slices of bread before he finally gave up, some time after a gallon or two of his seed smeared itself over the piece of meat he was trying to eat. With a groan that turned into something like a roar, the fox threw the ruined meal onto the coated ground, screaming at the top of his lungs while trying his best not to rip his own hair out. He wanted it to feel terrible, wanted it to be such an awful experience that he could at least justify terminating it, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he should put an end to it, the part of him that insisted on carrying on was getting bigger with each passing moment, and there wasn't a lot that he could do to stop it. More and more his hormones grew out of control, until he inevitably ended up being controlled by them to some extent; serotonin and endorphins flooded every neuron connection he had, until all the vulpine could think about was accentuating what he already felt, until it was all he could experience, period. And that was dangerous; he had a job to do, a life to lead, how could he expect to do any of it when he was too busy cumming his brains out at every living moment?
And why didn't he care about that more?
No sooner had he had that epiphany than he realized his hands weren't were they were supposed to be, firmly by his sides and ignoring the danger zone between his legs; rather, the pair of extremities had decided to meet up with a third one, that enormous pillar of meat that was so glazed by its own juices that it was, by that point, practically invisible underneath the thick layer of white paint it had given itself. There, his hands found a new home, a place where they could rest, holding on for dear life onto something so much larger than it had been just hours prior that Rychen had trouble accepting it was truly his. That cock belonged to someone far larger than himself, someone with a body that justified having a rod that was approaching a good three feet in length and twitched so hard he could feel his tendons being pulled… and yet it was there, his to play with, his to do what he wanted… and he wanted more.
He wanted it to be so hyperactive that it literally could not rest, so productive that the mere act of doing what it was supposed to be doing stretched its own limits in an endless, vicious cycle that would only lead to more insanity down the line. The fox no longer cared about the fact that his walls were being covered in his spunk, no longer cared about how what was happening to his body was absurd and impossible; only that he keep cumming as fast and hard as he was, gallons of his seed every minute, more and more until what counted as a full load in one moment was barely even pre the one after. That sounded like a good enough goal for him to set his mind to, something he could work towards… for after all, the only thing he had to do for it to come to pass was to have fun with himself, and he wasn't going to go to work and waste time in his current state. So why not find himself a nice spot in his living room, sit his tush down on his couch, and enjoy the ride for as long as it took him to find how long it lasted?
Rychen left a substantial trail of his spunk on the way from the kitchen, no longer worried about the gnawing hunger in his stomach now that he figured he could just feed himself if it came down to it; if his body insisted on breaking the laws of physics to continue to produce far past the point where it should've stopped, why shouldn't he take advantage of it? It made about as much sense as anything else that had happened in the past twelve or so hours, and as soon as he sat down and no longer had to worry about carrying that colossal weight below the waist, it felt even better to finally get something in him. With extra care, Rychen angled his shaft towards himself, being careful not to allow the constantly pumping loads blind him, and shoved the tip of his rod directly into his mouth; the first thought was that it tasted a lot better than he thought it would, followed by the second thought on how thick it happened to be. Swallowing a single mouthful took so long that he already had four or five queued up behind it, all-but forcing him to release his shaft back into the open while he dealt with the backlog. Sputtering and gagging on his fluids, the fox barely noticed how consuming his seed had a drastic effect on his body… or parts of it at least, with his nuts swelling outwards at an ever faster rate, and his dick growing an extra foot or so whenever he gulped down as much as he could. By the time his mouth was empty and his throat was struggling to deal with the sudden infusion, he could feel the ground on the bottom of his orbs, and that dick he sported was officially torso-length… if not even more. This was to say nothing of how much him drinking (or, at that point, eating) his own cum had spiked his flow to greater heights, resulting in an almost literal geyser that constantly splattered loudly against the ceiling! The drooping ropes of his exponentially-increasing seed gooped onto the floor from above, coating him completely in their surprising weight, until the whole room smelled of him, of his musk, and the atmosphere rose to near-boiling levels.
But he didn't care, because he was loving every second of it. Rychen's field of view was dominated by white, as far as he could see, to the point where he had to genuinely sit back and appreciate just how insane it was that he had managed to cover most of his living room in just under five minutes, all of it without even trying! No matter in which direction he looked at, the only thing his eyes could make out were varying degrees of white, from eggshell to snowy, all of it creamy, all of it in different states of fluidity. Grand stalactites of the stuff poured down from above, while the currents underneath him churned the substance from side to side, all of it contributing to the seemingly-endless growth that he was experiencing.
If he had woken up larger than before, it was now clear that Rychen's body was fully intent on making his package be as unreasonably massive as it could. Each of his nuts had already swollen to the size where they could be used as extra-large beanbag chairs (assuming the pressure of doing so wouldn't cause a flood all on its own), while his cock had lengthened until it was about as wide as his own torso, and longer than he was tall. And yet, they continued to grow, their skin stretched taut, veins particularly visible on his cock while the cum factories below adopted a far smoother aesthetic, immediately telling everyone who saw them just how stuffed they were. Trying to touch them was a mistake, even lightly with one of his paws; the resulting explosion of spunk was enough to nearly blast a hole through his wall and into the kitchen, and it still managed to scuff some of the damned thing anyway! This posed a serious problem once Rychen bloated up enough that he just couldn't sit there without having his legs put some degree of pressure on his cumtanks… and without a mind left to think of a solution, all the fox could think to do was let fate decide; not a minute later and he had a perfect view of his fridge, right before it was cumblasted into a pile of misshapen metal.
From that point forward, there wasn't much left of Rychen, at least not the original one, the mechanic that actually cared about things other than finding greater heights of pleasure to ascend to. That one had been left behind, somewhere in the middle of the night, or perhaps even before, when he didn't take the opportunity to call for a doctor before collapsing from exhaustion. Now all that was left was a new Rychen, a new fox, one whose junk was growing so much that he couldn't even see the top of the curvature of his cum factories, and had the tip of his cock already intruding upon his attic, soon to be piercing the roof without much trouble. Now he was Rychen, the fox that came so hard that even this overexaggerated caricature of a male package looked positively insignificant compared to the kind of release it was responsible for; he was an industrial-scale spillage disaster now, with the eruptions of cum being powerful enough to arch over his entire neighborhood and slam into the apartment blocks about a mile away, at points even going so far as to pierce through them and shower the streets below on the other side. The fox himself was completely coated, layered underneath a several-inch-thick covering of his own seed, drinking and breathing it in like it was the true mannah of the gods, knowing that even now that he was pumping himself out far away, there was still enough left in his house to last him for days, if not weeks.
So he settled in for the long haul, knowing that if there ever was an end to what he was going through, it wouldn't be coming any time soon; best that he find some way to make himself comfortable and ride it out, lest he end up complaining about how much his back was killing him by the time they found him, buried under a literal ton of his seed, fattened and ripened by its nutritious fullness. He could see himself already, bloated on his spunk, and a smile spread through his lips as he parted them to welcome the next mouthful, only worsening the amount of cum flooding the city and causing a panic off in the distance. After all, why should he care anymore? It was no longer his problem, but the fault of nature for making him so productive in the first place. So why not surrender to it? Why not accept it?
Why not just enjoy himself, for once?
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(Inverted CTF, shared pleasure, canine/equine hybrid TF CTF, merge)
Greggory sighed as he shoved his way through the crowds on his way home from work again. The street merchants crowded the roads, so between the merchants trying to shove their wares in your face and the people trying to buy from them- half Greg's walk home was shuffling sideways sandwiched between people. He is a handsome enough guy, but his personality tends to be a bit bland. Rather than ever suggest ideas, Greggory has always been sort of drifting on the tides of life. He got a job because his parents told him to. He took the job in construction because they were willing to hire him. Basically nothing he ever does is by choice, it's just because it is something that makes sense for him to do, or just happened to be the result he ended up with. Unfortunately this also applies to when his boss tells him he needs to work overtime or an extra day to help get something done on time. Greg never says no. So he ends up working and going along with everything so much that he never really has enough spare time to even think about what he wants to do. So he hasn't really had a girlfriend... ever. It isn't that they turn him down- he has never had the time to ask.
He thought he had finally cleared the crowds and popped out the other side when a man touched his arm to stop him. Greg wondered what the man wanted, because he did not look like a merchant at all. He stood leaned on a wall in the hot sun, shaded by a large brimmed hat. He wore a business suit, looking rather wealthy and out of place in a street market.
"Hey man, you look rather down, so I figure maybe you might want this." The man held out a very old oil lamp.
Greggory raised an eyebrow. "An oil lamp? My house has electricity, thanks."
The man laughed. "It ain't no ordinary lamp man." The man leaned closer and lowered his voice. "It has a genie inside."
Greg leaned his head back, letting out a long sigh. "Right. And you got it from your faerie godmother. Why the hell would you just sell it to me if it had a Genie in it? Why aren't you king of the world if you had three wishes?"
The man shook his head. "Because being a leader of anything is a big responsibility, only a moron wants to be king of anything. I am not selling it- I already got all the money I will ever need. I am just giving it to you. I already had my three wishes, so the lamp doesn't work for me anymore. You seem like the hard working type, but yet you seem to down. So here. Have your three."
Greggory did not feel like idling in this loud place for much longer so he just took the lamp. If the man did not charge anything for it, what was the harm? He could use it in case of a power outage or something. Greg turned it in his hands and rubbed his fingers over it on his way home examining it- it did look very old. The inside rim of the lamp was covered in ancient runes of a language he had never seen before. All his hand movements around its surface however activated the lamp, and in a burst of white smoke a tiny woman appeared, with her lower half trailing into the lamp opening as amorphous smoke-like substance.
"Greetings master, for I am the Genie of the- lmmphrmm?!" Greggory quickly covered her with his hand and ran for it. He only took his hand away once he was a good distance and had slipped into a narrow lane. "What was that about?!"
"I... I didn't think Genie were real!"
"Didn't the last guy tell you what the lamp was?"
"Well, yea but I didn't believe him."
"Oh. Yea, I wouldn't have believed him either." She fully popped out of the lamp and then quickly grew to regular human sized- though at this size Greg noticed she is partially translucent.
She looks like a normal person with a deep golden tan, but her wrists are bound together by a huge heavy looking chain and shackles. There are runes scarred into her flesh around her neck and ankles as well, and she is dressed very minimally. Genie are created from slaves of sultans- sentenced to a particularly cruel death, their souls are bound to small vessels to serve their masters for all eternity, no longer physically capable of escape from their servitude. The only salvation from their slavery is to shatter the vessel they are bound to- but because they no longer have a physical body, doing so is also effectively killing them.
Greg thought for a long moment, carrying the lamp as he continued to walk toward his apartment and the Genie followed closely behind him- her footsteps making no sound against the ground. "Okay so, get the obvious stuff out of the way first- can I wish for more wishes?"
"No."
"Can I wish for more Genies?"
"...NO."
"Can I wish everything I wrote on a sheet of paper came true?"
She had to think about that one. "Yes... but if you wrote more than three things, it would stop working. It isn't some rule we make up- the three wish limit is because I am incapable of doing more than that. I don't have the power. I can give you less than three, but I cannot give you more, I am physically incapable. Changing the method of giving it to you doesn't magically give me more power."
"Can I...."
"You can't wish I had more power. You also can't wish me to be set free. Someone already tried."
"Can I wish for true love?"
"Uhhhh, ssssort of? I can make someone genuinely fall in love with you, but emotions are a vague concept. Just because someone loves you doesn't mean they will get along with you necessarily, and love means different things to different people. Your concept of love might not match up to theirs. That would be a dangerous play, but technically possible."
"Well..." Greg thought about the guy who handed him the lamp. "I wish I no longer had to worry about money. That I will have enough to get by on and, like... still have TV and a bit of spending money to live normally by, y'know?"
"Thanks to literally everyone making that wish- yes, I do know." She snapped her fingers. "However you said enough to get by on normally. Your current employer will now pay you your wages no matter what- even if you never show up for work again, they will still pay you. You will not be rich however because of how you worded the wish. You make the same you do now, just without having to work. I suppose you could still save up and become rich that way. Or perhaps take up a second job since you no longer need to do this one."
"No no, that is perfect! Because if I made too much money out of the blue the government would be up my ass. No one really wants to be a king- I just want to live easy." She nodded.
They arrived at his apartment building and he went in the back door to avoid anyone seeing them- normally the back door was only used to toss trash into the BFI in the back. He held the door open for her but she smiled and put her hand through it, showing him he did not need to. She has no physical body- the lamp in his hands is essentially her body. What looks like the woman is literally just a ghost, she can phase through surfaces. Once back in his apartment they both sat down on his couch and he was deep in thought. The Genie turned his TV on and flipped through the channels in awe- she is many thousands of years old so technology like this is still bizarre to her.
After a while Greg slapped his hand down on the arm of the couch. "Okay! My second wish will be for a long life!"
She raised her hand slowly to snap her fingers again. "A long life, not..."
"Not immortality. To live forever is a curse fit for no one. But to live healthy for a long time... yea. That is my second wish."
She snapped her fingers. "It is so. You have but one remaining wish."
It would actually be two days before Greggory made his last wish. He let the Genie use his apartment and hang out. She is no longer capable of sleeping so she did not need a bed, nor can she eat anything. She got to experience the world a little bit, and Greggory got to think hard on his final wish. It was nice, not having to go to work. He was nervous the first day after making the wish, half expecting the boss to still call him wondering why he did not come in, but nope. He now made money by doing nothing. He really fixated on a girlfriend and finding love for the final wish. Greg figured at this point the only way he would find someone is if he wished for it. The problem is, if he wished someone to be in love with him, the wish will alter their minds to make it happen. That... sort of feels wrong. Because they don't really want it, you MADE them want it. He seen enough movies to know that the trick to Genie wishes is to choose your words carefully. Because Genie are enslaved and forced into their life of granting wishes; many of them are hateful, and will look for any opportunity to destroy you, using the only thing they can as a weapon- your wishes. This Genie is pretty chill, but the point still stood- the trick would be in how he wishes for it to happen.
Greg was flicking through posts on his phone idly while trying to think on his wish when the Genie appeared over him, leaned on the back of the couch. "Heyyy... so, you should probably make your wish soon-ish. I have been out of my lamp for a while, my power might start to wane, and then I might not be able to grant your last wish fully."
"What?! Really?"
"Yea, I am not really meant to be outside of the lamp. I mean, depends what you wish for- might not take that much power. But my power level will start to gradually go down the longer I am out."
"Okay, I think I got it anyway, just... procrastinating I guess. I wish for someone to share pleasure with. Not to force them to fall in love with me or something, just... I wish I had someone who wanted to have sex when I do, who likes being with me... you know? I don't want my wish to twist someone's mind into being something they are not..."
The Genie made a sharp inhale as she snapped her fingers. "Okay... but that really narrows down the options, this... might not be what you expect..e..d... b...."
The Genie continued to move her mouth but the sound faded to nothing- her entire form seemed to turn to colored vapor and vanish into the air! With the final wish granted, she was returned to the lamp. She cannot leave without a new master now, so she was unable to fully explain the consequences of his final wish. Greg's heart tightened at the thought. What was unexpected? Oh no, what had he done? What could that wish have done?! She won't twist someone to like him, but will find someone who wants to be with him and share pleasure. He expected her to locate his soul mate but... what if that concept was man-made? What if there was no such thing? If there is no one meant for him, and she cannot manipulate someone into being with him... did the Genie just poof a new life into existence, for the sole purpose of being with Greg? That didn't sound that bad, actually. He found himself feeling extremely tired all of a sudden though, and shuffled to bed to take a nap.
Greg woke up not too long after feeling perfectly refreshed. Well, that was weird. He shuffled his way to the bathroom while glancing around the house, curious if anyone was here with him. He sort of had a feeling of eyes on him but seen no one. Where would his new partner meet him for the first time? He pulled his pants down to take a piss and slammed his back against the wall, letting out a rather girlish scream and nearly had a heart attack! His penis is gone!! His balls are still there, but where his penis had been is instead just a perfectly flat-topped stump of flesh like someone had chopped his dick off like a tree! There was no scarring around it- it was like nothing had been there in the first place! How was he even going to pee!? He found the urethral opening is still there on the stump, so using what little there was to aim; he managed to go to the bathroom properly.
"Wh-how? What?! How is this even remotely like what I asked for?! I asked for someone to have sex with and she took away my ability to have sex?! This is the literal opposite of what I asked!!"
He stormed into the hallway and almost missed the tiny voice trying to get his attention. He furrowed his brow and looked around. Did she actually give him a soul mate? But... now he can't have sex even if he does have a partner, which makes it seem even more cruel. Greggory took a step back in surprise, when he seen the tiny arms waving to get his attention! He had almost stepped on her when he exited the bathroom! He had to crouch down to see her! There is a tiny naked woman on the floor!
The tiny woman has long platinum blond hair and baby blue eyes. She has a nice bubble butt and meaty thighs to cap her long narrow legs and small feet. Her breasts look huge on her, but compared to Greg they are the size of a marble each- the woman herself is only as tall as a doll!
"Who... are you? Do you have a name? Did... the Genie summon you?"
She tilted her head. "Uh, yes? I think? I don't know a lot before now, but I remember existing shortly after the Genie left, so that must be it! I don't have a name though. Name me master!"
He blushed. "Well... hrm. That Genie seems to have really messed with me on this last wish. Even if I still had a penis you are too tiny for me to fit it in. Uhm... well you are really pretty, even if you are tiny so how about a nice name like Laurel?"
"Okies! I am Laurel now!" Her grin widened. "Let's have some fun time now!"
Greg shook his head, holding his pants open a bit and motioning to his crotch. "I don't have a penis anymore... the Genie screwed me over."
Laurel tilted her head. "What? I am right here."
Greg felt like some of the neurons in his brain shorted out for a moment, and his thoughts became a dial tone for a few seconds before his eyes started to widen and he realized what he had done. Laurel grabbed her plump pubic mound and he immediately bent over so suddenly he almost hit his head on the floor as he felt what SHE was doing! Laurel IS HIS PENIS. That is why she is only seven inches tall- the Genie turned his penis into a sentient person! The only person in existence who will by default always be horny when you are, always want to be with you, and always share pleasure with, is your own dick.
He was barely able to hold himself up off the floor and beg her to stop for a moment so he could think straight. Her touching her pussy was like someone rubbing the corona of his dick. He offered a hand to her and she hopped up for him to carry her- he could not only feel her feet in his hand, he could also feel his hand lightly on the base of the stump in his crotch even though they were not touching. It isn't just her genitals- every part of her body shares sensations with some part of his penis. The most sensitive parts jumbled together and linked to her naturally most sensitive bits- her breasts and pussy. Laurel was very eager to experiment, and not nearly as interested in trying to comprehend the ramifications of this wish. Using only his index finger he slapped her round butt and found its sensations was similar to tugging lightly on the frenulum. Her breasts felt like the glans, while her pussy was the more sensitive edge of the glans; the corona. The rest of her was basically the shaft.
Exploring her had the obvious side-effect of making him horny, because he was essentially fondling his cock. It's just that, it has a mind of its own now, and wasn't physically connected to him. The Genie is female, which is why Laurel knew about her in spite of not existing as a person yet. Greg was turned on by the Genie's appearance- making his cock aware of her. Though being born from Greggory; Laurel has a totally different appearance, and seemingly her own personality- a side effect of having been made a new person. In order to have the capacity to spend time and enjoy someone's company, she needed a heart and mind of her own. It would sort of be awkward as hell to just grab her entire body and smother her like he would a dick. She quickly lay down on the bed by him and spread her legs. Lauren grabbed her boobs and started to roll them around which felt like someone massaging the head of his dick, and then wetting the end of his index in his mouth, he started to rub her tiny pussy with his finger. She was just big enough to take his finger inside of her, but he needed to push up against her several times to slowly stretch her- shoving it in all at once would hurt. And he knew that without her having to say anything, because he feels everything she does. Penetrating her felt like he was sounding himself!
They both moaned together from the pleasure and it did not take too long for her to suddenly hiccup and in a burst her lower gut suddenly swelled out and his finger was shoved back! He pulled his finger out and her pussy absolutely erupted a massive amount of cum! Not female ejaculate- actual cum! His balls clenched up and he could feel the release but the actual cum came out of her, not him. After a few moments she tried to get up but kept stumbling back down.
"Ugh. Too tired to move..."
He chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. Of course she doesn't have the strength to stand back up- neither would a cock that just blasted off its load. After getting them both cleaned up- causing a lot of unintentional pleasure from handling her even more- Laurel went to sleep and Greg sat around the house trying to wrap his head around the whole situation. This... isn't actually that bad. He technically got exactly what he asked for. Now whenever he returned home there would be a woman to greet him and share time with, she is just tiny. He would not really need to worry about spending extra money to support her- since she obviously has zero education- Laurel needs to eat and drink too obviously, but she is so small that a snack to her is a crumb to Greggory. A cookie is the size of a large pizza to her.
He did not get to think too long on it before she was awake and raring to go again. Laurel scoot up the back of the couch and jumped over his shoulder into his lap, startling him!
"I am alive again! Kiss!"
"H-huh?"
"Kiss meeee!" She made little grabby hands up toward him.
A kiss seemed rather awkward, since his lips would cover her entire head, but she sure is cute, so he tried anyway. As soon as his lips touched hers, she shoved her face forward trying to pop her entire head into his mouth.
Greg pulled back. "Ack, what the heck are you trying to do?"
"Suck meee!"
"I- what?- no! I would get your hair all over my mouth."
"Mmmm, lick?"
He lowered his brows. She really only had one thing on her mind, huh? He lifted her up in his hand again and licked up her body- shivering along with her from the sensations. He could technically give himself a blowjob like this... the world's weirdest blowjob. He licked her drooling pussy making her giggle and squirm. He wondered if any of that juice in her pussy was actually vaginal lube, or if she leaked his precum, since he clearly didn't anymore in spite of still having a prostate. The best was sucking on either of her breasts! They are small enough that he can easily suck an entire boob into his mouth and flick the teeny tiny nipples with the end of his tongue. She once again exploded with his ejaculate and this time they were both tired. Laurel went totally limp- all the strength in her body failed so she could barely even wiggle her limbs. But she never stays down for long.
And so Greggory's life with Laurel began. The next day he went shopping for doll clothing- something he never thought he would do in his life. Most doll clothing fit Laurel quite well, so he was able to dress her up. She is very energetic, so she often helps pick him up, feeding off her energy a bit. When he played games online she would be on the mic, yelling at everyone else and then high-five Greg before letting a huge belch rip. Classy. They even went on several pseudo dates, though Greggory had to be very careful to keep her hidden whenever they went out- don't want to get caught with your dick out in public. Whenever she got really excited or just as she hits climax when they are having fun in the bedroom- Laurel always starts to hiccup. It is rather cute, but Greg noticed it happens every time and put two and two together- hiccups are sudden muscle contractions, like a penis when it is cumming.
Greg would like to say it was a happily ever after for them. He did his best to look at the bright side of the situation- pleasure being a primary example; there was plenty of that to be had. But only of the physical variety. His first taste of the problems was when he went on a walk to the marketplace and almost fell into oncoming traffic! He was just walking along and was hit with a sharp and sudden pleasure! He had to duck into an ally and wait for Laurel to finish! She was not even with him- she was back at the apartment, but it did not matter how far away from each other they became, their feeling is still linked. She took the joycons off his Switch, selected the find joycon function, pressed the button down on one with her foot and wedged the edge of the other against her pussy as it started vibrating quickly for as long as her foot remained on the other button! She was using his controllers as a vibrator! She came explosively but did not stop there! She may be his penis, but she has the body of a woman now- which means she is technically able to have repeated orgasms, with no real refractory period. Like usual; Laurel went limp as soon as she came all over, but she slumped over with the controlled still wedged against her. She still had enough strength to hook a leg around the other side and press it into herself- using the vibrating to get herself off even though her own limbs were too weak to! She came a second time in a row!
To Laurel, it was just a good time, so she assumed Greggory would think so to. Well, physically it was great. It however almost got him killed falling into oncoming traffic, and then forced him to slump over trembling in orgasmic pleasure for nearly twenty minutes in a dirty laneway. And the cherry on top? She blasted out so much cum she destroyed the joycons. Liquid and electronics don't go well together, and she is too small to clean things off properly- she cannot reach the sink or paper towels.
Then there are many times she woke him up unintentionally- rolling in the sheets or grinding her crotch against a ridge of the blankets while she is still fully asleep, still causes enough pleasure to wake Greg up. Even when she actually asked him before doing something, or asked him to help do something... it was so often! She is insatiable! True to his wish, she always wants to be with him, and is always trying to share pleasure. The problem is... sometimes he wants to be alone, and he also enjoys things in life that are not physical pleasure. Greggory would have told her they maybe need a break from each other except that... isn't possible. Even if they stopped spending time together, every time she touches herself he will still feel it, so the part that is the actual problem would still be there no matter what. Besides, what kind of psychopath cuts off his own dick?
Greg went for lots of walks these days with his extra time, which helped him keep fit, and was also good to relax... if Laurel kept her hands off her crotch for long enough anyway. He could not walk along too narrow a path because there is always the risk of tripping over himself from sudden, unexpected pleasure from his cock having fun with herself elsewhere. He met Wanda- a beautiful woman who works at the local coffee shop. She spotted him on a walk and came up to talk- she remembered him coming to the shop every day on the way to work, but since he doesn't GO to work anymore, she hasn't seen him. He was surprised she remembered him specifically out of all the customers they must get. They talked together for some time, and then again another day, and then again! Now that she knew where to find him, she started to join him on his walks and they went to get a bite to eat here and there. Greg would have loved to ask her out on an official date but... that isn't possible. His penis is a separate person, he cannot have sex so... dating seems pointless, it can never go anywhere. She would inevitably try to take things to the bedroom only to find Laurel pawing at her meaty labia. He also had to make several mad dashes to the bathroom with little explanation. Being with a woman he is attracted to caused his balls to churn, and that immediately triggered Laurel back home to ride her latest improvised toy- handle of a toothbrush, a wetted cotton swab, handle of silverware, or popping a marble into her snatch if she was really frisky- compared to her body size a marble is like a soccer ball to her.
Laurel was not blind to Greggory's frustration. She tried to hold herself back, but then he started spending time with Wanda and it got twice as hard to hold back- making it seem like she was not even trying, even though she is. On day Greg shouted at her, telling her that she is a person of her own now, and she should stop acting like a dick! Get her head out of the gutter, get some real hobbies! He was real mad, and would probably have thrown her out if doing so would have accomplished anything. Instead he just seen himself out- leaving for an extra-long walk alone to clear his head, and hopefully not be interrupted for once by his horny cock.
Laurel pout, shuffling her tiny feet along the coffee table in a cute little doll outfit with wide ruffled skirt. Even wearing a hot new outfit did not cheer her up today. "I can't get a hobby... I am too small. I can only reach one side of a game controller and I can't reach across more than four keys on a keyboard at a time. What does he expect me to do?" She dashed up to the old magic lamp and kicked it in frustration, but she kicked it hard enough to knock it up and it came back down on her other foot, pinning it to the table! "ACK, d-damnit. Ugh. I can't do anything right. I don't... think I can be anything other than a cock, even if I have a person's body. There is nothing to distract me from my feelings, and my head empties whenever I get horny. I don't think he wants me anymore, but we can't even leave each other... I am a burden on him forever..."
She struggled to pull her foot out, falling back onto the table, grumbling in frustration. She had to kick the lamp again from a laying position to shove it off her other foot- but doing so rubbed her ankle across the side and to her surprise the Genie appeared in a flash from the lamp! Laurel was turned into a person of her own- which means she is eligible for three wishes, the lamp works for Laurel!
The Genie became human sized once completely out of the lamp, which thanks to the extremely low angle Laurel is at- gave her a perfect view of the indentation of a pussy opening on the cloth behind the loincloth on the Genie- as well as a perfect view of her mountainous breasts from below; the roundest part of a boob.
Laurel put a hand on her crotch and squeezed. "Woah, he was right you are hot..."
The Genie furrowed her brow and snapped her fingers several times at Laurel. "Hey! Snap out of it- head in the game. I can give you three wishes- no more. You can wish for anything but be careful what you wish for... as you have seen, your former owner did not exactly get what he wanted, due to the heavy restrictions of his wish."
"I wish for things to work between me and Greggory! I want to be with him forever but... I want us to be closer. Like... I want it to WORK, y'know?"
The Genie gave her a look that was half sympathetic and half nervous; already knowing this might not be what she expected. "V-very well but...okay. If that is what you wish."
"Okay and for my nex-"
"Woooah, wait a second there, little one. Are you sure you don't want to think it over... like, at all? You're just going to fire off all your wishes right away?"
"Well... yea. I don't have a lot going on in my life, if you haven't noticed. There is only so much for me to want in the first place, so don't really have to pick and choose." She shrugged. "I wish... I wish I was proper size for my form! Yea... big! And... long... thick..." Her mind started to flood with hormones again. Greggory felt it as well, and turned to return home, knowing trouble was on the way.
The Genie grumbled at her mistress's clearly muddled thoughts, but is bound by force to do whatever is wished. She snapped her fingers again and activated the magic.
Laurel slid down onto her knees, panting with a look of lust on her face as her muscles started to softly pulse from her growth wish starting to slowly take effect. She ran her hands down her thighs, converging toward her crotch.
"Mmm... might as well have fun with the last one, right? I want to experience exotic pleasure! Bestial lust! If we change things up, he can fall in love with me all over again...mmmm..."
"O-of a beast? Can... you be more specific?"
"Hmm, something wild! Like... something that doesn't exist already! I want to mix things up so give me a unique type of pleasure! A totally new experience!"
"Very well..." She sighed, snapping her fingers and then only seconds later her form vanished- once again returned to its vessel.
Laurel giggled like a little deviant as she plopped onto all fours and fingered her twat with one hand under her skirt as her body started to grow! Her clothes pulled tight on her, which only made her moan in pleasure. She did not even attempt to take her clothes off- she wanted to feel them break. She wanted her body to overgrow them! The waist of her skirt snapped but the skirt itself remained on as her thighs grew large enough to grip the skirt instead of the other way around. She huffed, having a hard time breathing as her shirt became far too tight for her breasts! The seams for the sleeves cut into her shoulders causing her to squirm. Dolls typically don't have underwear, so Laurel has nothing on under her shirt and skirt. Laurel started to regret staying in them because it was compressing her breasts almost painfully and smushing them together, but then the first tear burst open at the front, causing her breasts to bounce away from one another a bit. She gasped and sat upright onto her knees and that caused the rip to go all the way through to the top and bottom and burst her shirt in half in the front! Now it yanked her arms back because the sleeves and back of the shirt were still together! Her skirt started to rip up and popped off soon after. Laurel was startled by the sound of cracking glass and quickly scrambled to the edge of the table, then jumped onto the couch from there! Her weight is increasing too much for the glass-top table and her knees cracked its surface!
Formerly only seven inches tall, she is now the size of a human kid and quickly growing. The feeling of growth itself was subtle- like an outward pressure but felt equally all over her body at the same time. It almost felt... it felt like getting an erection. A feeling Greg almost forgot- since his cock has technically been permanently erect as Laurel. With a grunt, Laurel yanked her arms forward and tore the back of the shirt in half to free herself- flexing the muscles in her arms also caused the sleeves to pop, completely destroying the shirt and leaving her naked again. Laurel had to keep shuffling the position of her hands and knees on the couch as she grew and grew. She was too occupied trying to hold herself up as she grew at the same time so she could not paw at her pussy- but she rocked her chest rhythmically to make her boobs swing around, enjoying the feeling and weight.
Greg came bursting into the door, shocked as soon as he seen Laurel and then quickly closed the door behind him. "W-what happened, why are you... people sized?!"
"Thuh- hah... Genie. I... wished." Laurel is still squirming as the growth slows, and she is still totally out of breathe.
"What?! What did you wish?!"
"Mmmm, wouldn't you... like to know..." She stood up seductively and quickly walked toward him.
Greg walked back away from her but she followed quickly- a predatory hunger in her eyes. She stumbled a bit, holding her side for a moment, feeling a powerful pressure pulse within but then subside. There is more than one change going on. Now that one wish was done, the others were starting. Or perhaps two wishes are done? Greg did return home almost immediately.
"C'mon big boy! You finally have a big girl! Fuck me!"
"W-what?! I don't... your my penis?"
Laurel had completely forgotten for a moment he has nothing to fuck her with. She caught up to him and shoved his butt back against the kitchen counter- pinning him so he cannot get away, using her own round butt! As soon as she ground her crotch against his though, they both moaned in unison from an electrical feeling of pleasure! The button and zipper on his pants opened on their own- his clothing moving away as if they had a mind of their own- forced open by magic. When her hard clit bumped against the stump that marks her former home- it fused! He tried to push her away and squirm out to get some time to think, but found he could not- their crotches bound together. She wished to be with him always, and to have it actually work like it used to- Laurel's wish is reverting her to a cock!
They moaned and squirmed and she ground her round bubble butt into his crotch as the nerves from either of their groins tangled together- but because they shared the same feeling, both of them felt the same thing; doubled over! It was literally twice the pleasure; she could feel her nerves digging into him and his nerves digging into her at the same time! The edges of his stump fused to her labia which tightened to it, the neon pink labia flesh turning to a more normal outer skin tone to fuse to him. It felt like he was getting a giant erection, but what he is feeling is actually her vaginal walls tightening as the flesh once again gives itself to Greg- its original master. Greggory had to grab her torso to steady them, because Laurel was grinding up against him so ravenously she nearly knocked him over several times! As soon as he touched her torso she wrapped her arms around herself, grabbing his hands and forcing him to hug her under her boobs- pressing up onto the underside of the tits.
Laurel winced a bit from the immense pressure in her gut, and her stomach started to push out rounder! It certainly is not fat, because it's very tight; almost painfully so, but not quite. She felt her bones softening and regressing back- this made her body feel lighter and more loose, allowing her to bend in ways that would normally be painful or outright impossible. Starting with her vagina and spreading out, her body started to convert to cock meat. To Greg it felt like he actually has a dick inside of her, growing very quickly. It feels like that to her as well, since the structure has a totally different consistency to the normal human body- it feels like a separate object driving up into her, spreading her out. Pain receptors regressed and blinked out of existence entirely while pleasure receptors reproduced and spread, making her entire body an erogenous zone. Laurel fantasied about all the pussy they can take once they are together again!
Her entire body started to swell, her veins getting large and fat- the pulse in them magnifying greatly. Her ribs started to softly pop as she rocked back and forth, grinding on his crotch still since they cannot fully divide anymore regardless. Her boobs shook suddenly on their own as her last few ribs let go of her sternum and her chest widened. Her stomach was still getting bigger and rounder! But that was not all. Two more bulges started to form out of her sides just over her hips!
Greggory felt the same desperate horniness that Laurel did and started to hump against her, causing her to rock forward from his thrusts. Her widening torso forced his hands to pull apart, so instead of a hug he turned to grasping her upper body. When he humped forward; his grip slid down and then back up as he pulled back- masturbating her body, however tiny his hands are in comparison. Her breasts were divided by the growth enough that the bottoms of either one still rest on the top of his hands, flopping every time his hands went back up and wedged under them. Each time he thrust the growth within surged and shoved higher up her body! The bulge of her massive gut started to shove up her front and finally her vertebrae started to regress and let go with hollow pops- her entire body started to grow longer.
He collapsed to the kitchen floor- her weight too much to hold up. Laurel pulled her legs up a bit and toward their bodies and the limbs started to lose definition- the nails softened and regressed into regular skin, the skin started to look smoother and softer and the shape of the joints vanished with the bones inside. Her legs started to shrink and his balls filled with an itchy pressure in slow, soft, but persistent surges, swelling larger and larger with the reclaimed mass! The huge bulges in her side swelled in a surge, which helped both yank her torso longer and increase its girth to keep up. The bulge in the front that had started at her rounded belly shoved up pushing up between her tits, thickening to project even further off her torso itself! It is a urethral bulge! Laurel's arms fell limp at her sides and started to succumb to the same fate as her legs- getting softer and less defined as they shrink, becoming underdeveloped as they regress out of existence slowly.
The veins in her neck swelled disturbingly huge and her neck started to pulse, stretching bigger and longer at the same time. "Yessss..." Her moans deepened as her neck grew. "Moore, make me bigger! Touch meee, play with me master! Have fun with me, hold me, squeeze me, suck on me!! Ahahaha~!" The urethral bulge shoved higher in a pulse again, now connecting to her throat as her neck continued to grow- approaching the thickness of her stretching torso at its base. "We can fuck every woman that crosses our path! I will be so fucking huge... so... so tiiight! I will be the best fucking cock on earth, no one can resist us!"
The huge bulges on her side throbbed and she gave several rapid hiccups, then a giggle, then several more hiccups- each sounding more wet than the last till a gush of hot, salty precum burst from her mouth. She giggled again even as more pre drooled out the edges of her mouth and her voice became hollow sounding- her throat now a huge urethra. Her legs and arms no more than squishy cones of skin with small subtle bubbles of skin on the end that were formerly her digits. His balls however were each the size of a beach ball and growing- and darkening! His scrotum tightened, showing the shape of their contents better and the maze of fat veins within. Occasionally each ball would jerk toward the torso for a moment then slowly slide back down independently of one another. The scrotum started to turn red as it initially grew, making it look like the skin was overpressure but it did not hurt, and once the testicles were even larger the skin just kept darkening beyond that. Violet to match the veins under the surface, then dark bruise purple, but then completely matte black!
Laurel met his thrusts, shoving the forming base of the giga cock against his torso, and also driving itself slightly inward! The result was that every thrust she tried to shove in caused the skin at the base to stretch and billow up more, forming a ring, then several rings of pudgy, silky soft black flesh like his scrotum. Then so much of it that it formed a loose tube! He was not present to hear her wishes- or he may have pieced together that his cock now has an epic sized sheath. Her hips popped loudly as the bone dissolved into nothing and her waist became the same girth as her midriff, became the size girth as her chest, and soon after became the same girth as her neck! Though she lacked bones, her body also lacked mobility. Now that she was stretched so enormously huge by blood pressure she could barely bend at all.
Laurel's chin started to bubble out into a stiff, rounded ridge, but it followed up her softening jaw and around the entire back of her head too! The growing ridge forced her to look up more and more, and the softening of her jaw and skull made it impossible to control her mouth, so she was drooling pre constantly at this point. Even though Greggory was sitting on the kitchen floor- Laurel has grown so huge that as her face turns up; all she can see if roof! Her head is only a few inches off the roof at most, and she is still trying to grow! Penis do not know restraint, logic, or emotion. They just know pleasure and seek more- regardless of consequences. And so Laurel thirsts to be bigger, tighter, thicker, more violently veiny, hot, huge; absolutely monstrous! She wants women's legs to tremble and wet their panties at the mere sight of her, half in fear and half in blind arousal. All poor Greggory could do is grab onto the thick veins trying to hold her stead and masturbate as much as his comparatively tiny hands could reach- trying to make her blow to feel some relief from the every growing pleasure and sexual tension! Because she is so giant and long, the best place he could settle on to rub is the crevice between the bulges that continued to grow out from where her stomach was!
Her teeth regressed as the inside of her mouth started to shove outward, forming a tube out of her mouth. The rest of her face billowed out in taught, smooth flesh- engorged with blood till it feels like hard rubber. The bulge that was her stomach is very subtle now thanks to the expansion of everything else, though it did still bend the urethral bulge out further from her than anywhere else on the evolving shaft. The huge growths on her side however never entirely stopped growing- and now projected so far off either side of the shaft that they matched the gigantic testicles in size! It's a phallic knot- like a canine! Her nose vanished entirely, and the skin of her face ballooned so far forward that it swallowed her blue eyes. The internal pressure quickly forced her hair to fall out. The forming head of the phallus however was rather flat compared to a human. The corona forming along what used to be her jaw and the back of her head was lined with very large bumps.
Her former lower lip joined the urethral tube and it projected further and further out from the head, making a short cone-like spike, like the urethra of a dog! The glans however started to stretch sideways, creating a soft cleft in the rounded front of the head... a horse flare. The balls, length, and glans are equine- the urethra, knot, and girth are canine. She asked for exotic pleasure that did not exist already- so the Genie created a phallus by mixing two different animals together- creating a cock that does not currently exist. Her upper lips did not fuse to the urethra- creating a deep pit at its base like the head of a horse dick would have; the pit in this case being what was formerly her mouth. It filled with pre, and dumped a constant stream off the head now from blinding arousal. The stream of pre started to drop further and further from his body as the horse glans started to flare! It got larger and larger, doubling, and then tripling its width and stretching the last tenth of the shaft wider just to keep up with it! The head bent the roof upward because the cock was so huge! Cracks in the roof spread from where it pinned itself upright between the floor and roof with Greg hanging on for dear life at its base, cradling two balls the size of a beanbag chair each. There was so much precum pooling on the floor at this point that the entire floor of both kitchen and living room would be covered- but thanks to how viscus it is, it was just an inch deep in the kitchen, and slowly creeping into the living room.
Greggory's eyes could not focus on anything. He could not think of anything, he could only masturbate Laurel faster and harder in an attempt to settle her down! His entire body bucked with the powerful throbbing of his enormous member. Her ravenously obsessive need for ever more pleasure completely blanking out everything else. Because the cock is trapped against the roof, when it throbs the shaft bends outward a bit and then back from lack of room. What little remnants of her arms remained formed a ring of muscle around the center- a medial ring of a horse shaft. All trace of the person Laurel had been were gone- she has fully reverted to her true nature.
The throbbing sped up and the pleasure started to spike- Laurel's pleasure of finally being complete sent them over the edge! Because the head is smashed into the roof, his first jet of cum seemingly vanished. On the floor above there was a loud thunk, then another. The floor tiles hopped, then raised. Then you could hear the wood under it splintering from being bent before a pillar of hot white goo erupted straight through the floor, through the hall and hit the roof of the floor ABOVE Greg! Before it even made a loud wet slap as it hit the second floor, the next jet erupted through the middle of the sticky white rain. And then another. And then another, and another. The entire end of the hallway was coated in a thick layer of white goo- which actually made it harder to tell there was any mess at all; because all you can see is white.
Greg gasped for breath while helplessly moaning, holding the base of the monster dick to hold it steady- it is no longer wedge on the roof! They were cumming more than either of them could have physically held- because with each long, thick pillar of cum she erupted, she shrank! Laurel wished her size fit her form- she grew because she was human, but now that she is once again a cock, she is shrinking back to match a cock! It felt like someone gripping the shaft tightly- but all over the shaft all at the same time! Both dick and giant balls shrank with each blast, and their agonizingly long orgasm finally ended. The excess cum from the above floor started to rain back in through the hole above. His entire kitchen was absolutely covered! It is extremely thick and oddly consistent for regular ejaculate- so it coated everything like he had been ejaculating white glue.
Greggory slowly got up, chuckling to himself, then hiccupped and shook his hip from side to side- enjoying the feeling of the huge half-chub dick wobbling back and forth. Laurel is still big, just... much less big than before. Since the phallus is made from both horse and dog- it also has the size of a horse and dog; TOGETHER. The horse shaft is 3'3", but then add another 4" for a giant knot (when it pops fully out anyway), and then another 3" of sheath- which is not fused to his underside like either animal would have. His balls are about as big as a deformed grapefruit each- the dog balls did not contribute much there in the shadow of how big horse nuts are already by default. Every so often he let out a hiccup- most likely from the intense feelings and distress. He wandered to the bathroom- feeling a few pounds too heavy thanks to all the cum clinging to him. Greg was going to get in the bath to start the long cleaning process, but paused, looking in the mirror.
Greg is supposed to have forest green eyes... they are now dark cyan. His dark brown hair is now golden brown, and three times as long as it should be! He gasped between hiccups!
"I am... I..." He paused realizing his voice was slightly different now too. "We are... us?"
Laurel had been human for a while- which means she had a personality, memories, and emotions. When she reverted to a cock, they were not discarded. Their two minds fused together! Technically they are neither Laurel nor Greggory anymore, but a third person created from a combination of the two! Gregel? Laurgory? Eh. He will still go by Greggory- no one else can know what happened here. He looked down at the shaft, the end sliding into the base at the medial ring and the base into the sheath to hide itself away into a pocket in his pelvis. It left only a soft, fat sheath resting in the crevice of his balls to mark its place while sleeping. He doesn't have to go to work anymore so he doesn't have to explain the changes to anyone... except Wanda... because he wants to meet her again. Now there is nothing holding him back from dating her.
He giggled at his reflection, placing a hand above his sheath to shake it up and down. "I have something to show Wanda, I think she will like~!"
Well, it is generally a bad idea to think with 'the wrong head' when making wishes... but I suppose there is also no guarantee it WONT turn out how you want regardless. *shrug*
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Going for a picnic in the park was the best idea Kitty had all week; it was one of those vanishingly rare winter days where going outdoors was actually possible without the both of them ending up shivering in the cold, even if they had to wear jackets to protect themselves from the wind. There were a few other couples taking advantage of the lull in the chill in order to have a good time as well, and after spending a couple of hours chatting about nothing, Emily figured it was time to start working on what her real plan was. Not a single day had gone by in the past few weeks where she didn't think about it, but the weather had unfortunately kept her from making it a reality; it was one thing to act when she had plenty of room to move about, another one completely when they were both confined to their apartment, huddling in front of a space heater and using it as an excuse to snuggle up for whole days at a time. Sure, there were plenty of opportunities for her to pad out certain parts of her, but nothing anywhere near what she had in mind for that day; after all, Kitty was such a loving, attentive and responsive partner that, frankly, it felt wrong not to give him something special every once in a while.
The other cat didn't see it coming, as he never did; he was too busy staring at the clouds, trying to find interesting patterns or a topic of non-conversation that could keep them busy for another hour or so, when he felt something large, soft and warm press against his side. Before he could turn around to see what it was, however, it overtook him, two large masses that exuded heat in such great quantities that he actually started purring from how cozy and comfortable he felt, even when his body was being pinned down by whatever they were… of course, by the time he opened his eyes properly and saw that those two things were attached to Emily's chest, and her head could be seen poking up from above them with the most devious little smile stamped on her face, all the worry flushed from his system; he didn't even mind that his better half was doing this in public where anyone could see them, much less that everyone around them had already noticed and had begun making loud comments about how out of place that growth spurt was. For the two cats, the only thing that really mattered was the fact that they were together, they were appreciating one another's company, and there wasn't a single thing in the world that anyone could do that would stop that.
Of course, it was easier for Kitty to think this, because all he had to do was lie there and be squished underneath a progressively larger and heavier pair of breasts; even after Emily got back on her feet, their body significantly taller than it had been before (and quite nude, given that her clothes weren't as stretchy as she was), all that was required of him was his undivided attention and the occasional blushing side glances whenever he liked to pretend he was too bashful or embarrassed to really appreciate the view. Meanwhile, all the "work" fell on Emily, who played her own role by doing her level best to make her partner mewl and moan at the mere sight of her; it would've been nicer if she had something to use as a means of support, something like a large pole or a building whose roof she could hijack, but she was nothing if not inventive. Even with nothing around her, even when she was quickly becoming the tallest thing in that section of the park, the cat could still rock her growing body in a way that would make anyone weak-kneed at the sight; what hope could Kitty have to resist her allure, now that he was once more being handed his literal dream scenario on a silver platter? Really, it was all he could do to resist making demands (or begging, to be more precise) on what part of herself Emily should improve next; this resulted in a very flustered-looking cat sinking his claws on the ground as his eyes glazed over the more his partner grew, a partner that seemed to be enjoying her transformation about as much or even more than he himself was.
Not that this was in any way surprising; as much as Emily liked to splurge out and make her bust or rear larger when she was alone with her love in the privacy of their own home, it wasn't every day that she got to loosen up and let go of her limits and reservations like that, not necessarily out of her ability to do so, but more because of opportunity. It was something special, something that shouldn't happen every day, or else it would end up losing its novelty; and when growing to become a giantess with hyper-exaggerated assets became mundane, that's when all joy was sucked out of the world. Thus, she tried to keep her little growthsplosions to very rare occasions, no more than twice or thrice a year… but made up for it by making them count; it had barely been five minutes since she started and already her body towered over not only the park itself, but every apartment building around it, still not reaching skyscraper height, but getting there very quickly. Her bust had ballooned outwards to an almost obscene degree, completely covering her chest and jutting out several feet from either side of her, providing an ample amount of backboob that she was more than happy to put on display whenever she wasn't directly facing Kitty, dangling those colossal breasts over him until his body reacted by itself, moving his arms upwards with grabby little greedy hands. Below the waist, Emily's form had similarly been engorged to accentuate her abilities, with that perky bubble butt of hers expanding to become something powerful and large enough to flatten entire city blocks if she dared to sit down anywhere, an incomprehensible amount of jiggling taking place at the slightest motion.
And still she grew, pouring more and more mass into her body in one of the few times of the year that the city around her got to enjoy watching her become a curvaceous giantess; in her mind, it served as their belated Christmas gift, a little something special for all the little ones around her, but especially for the sake of the love of her live, who was yet to receive the real gift she had in mind. That day was special, not just because Emily got to enjoy herself a bit more than usual, but also because she didn't intend for it to remain as a mere visual display; instead, she fully intended to give Kitty a closer look at the goods, and by closer look she of course meant picking him up gingerly with two fingers and then unceremoniously dropping him on top of a single breast, where it became painfully obvious just how massive she had become in comparison to him. The poor guy was so flabbergasted by the difference in size that all he could do for the first few minutes was stare ahead at the soft fur he was hugging, the pudgy breastflesh underneath offering the best bed-slash-body pillow that he could hope for once he got over his awkwardness and actually started squeezing down on it; Emily had expected him to do this, and while it was certainly quite fun to watch her special other lose himself on a mound several times bigger than he was, this wasn't really what she had in mind for him. No, the feline had thought of something far lewder, something that would not only leave Kitty completely breathless after the experience, but would leave an indelible mark that would follow him for the rest of his life… at least until the next time she went overboard with her size and topped the experience, but that was a matter for another day.
Still, she didn't bring her better half over to her bosom just so he could rub himself all over it with no regard for what was happening around him; she did so in order to show him just who exactly he was dealing with, who he had for a partner, who he had beside him every day of his life. Exercising as much care as she could, Emily poked the very top of Kitty's head with the very tip of one of her claws, still enough to almost cover the former completely, and gently whispered for him to look up, even then her voice booming in the wind; now, the smaller of the two cats knew better than to ignore a suggestion like that, but when he did go through with it… it was just as wondrous as he imagined it would be. He knew where he was, knew that his position on top of one of Emily's breasts meant that he should be able to see her face right there in front of him, especially given the few times she had grown enough during their more private hours that he could lie atop one of those mounds. Instead, however, what he saw was an expanse of soft boob, spreading in every direction around him, with a thin layer of clouds between him and what he could only presume was part of Emily's neck; he was staring up at her, having assumed that her smile would be beaming down at him, and instead received something that came straight out of a kaiju movie, albeit one with a lot more tits than usual. His love was gigantic, to the point where even using that word at all felt like an understatement, and for the first time in quite a while, Kitty genuinely felt small.
Not just small, but tiny even, inconsequential in fact; like Emily could simply sweep him aside without a thought, along with a large chunk of the city. In fact, though he couldn't see it from where he was lying down, the macro-sized cat was having some trouble not destroying her surroundings, given that her paws alone had grown to be the size of entire city blocks, and collapsed the ground for several feet of depth wherever it was she anchored them. It was always a bother whenever this happened, hence why she began looking around for any opening that she could exploit to get as far away from downtown as possible; after all, she was large enough that a single large step could bring her from the park all the way to the suburbs without too much of a hassle, even if it did mean moving at such speeds that poor Kitty had to practically sink his claws into the breast beneath him just to avoid being dragged off by the wind currents. This only served to drive the point home on just how colossal his partner had become, along with deepening the already bottomless well of adoration he had for her inside of him; really, at that point, he almost felt inadequate for being so tiny and unable to do anything for Emily when she was that large, even when he knew for a fact that most of the reason why she went that far was precisely because of him, to make him feel as if she was literally his entire world.
Little did he know, however, that as soon as Emily was safely away from the constricting confines of the middle of the metropolis, the moment she had some room to maneuver that wouldn't require destroying buildings, that's when she decided to spring her surprise on him and show her loveable Kitty just what her lewd little mind had come up with. By that point, at her size, moving the smaller cat was actually quite difficult; even a single fingertip was enough to miss him completely, resulting in her dragging it over her breast without actually bringing the poor guy along with it. It took a few tries, and a bit of licking in order to glue her better half to the tip of said finger, but she finally managed to pull him off, bringing him upwards at such a high speed that Kitty could barely breathe by the time he got… there. There, in the heavens, looking at Emily's face, the most alluring expression eyeing him with just the slightest dash of a predatory stare, threatening to give him a big, sloppy kiss that would no doubt end up covering him in spit from head to toe. But that wasn't what Emily had in mind; rather, there was a very good reason why she had Kitty stuck to the tip of her finger and not anywhere else, and that was because it made it significantly easier for her to point it downwards and then unceremoniously shove it straight into the middle of her cleavage.
In an instant, the outside world ceased to exist, replaced on all sides by the tight hug of two colossal, chest-obscuring, milk-stuffed mounds that churned and roiled so loudly that Kitty felt like his ears were going to rupture. And yet, despite this, he had never felt more comfortable in his entire life: it was like a full-body massage, one that never ended, one that surpassed anything that mere mortal hands could produce, leaving him feeling like he had died, gone to Heaven, died again and was then provided an express ticket to some sort of super-afterlife that made the regular stuff look as mundane as the real world. There he was, stuck between two tits big enough to smother the entire city he lived in, trapped between what had to be miles of boob in every direction, unable to move and yet also utterly unwilling. Why should he move when he was in the best spot he could be? Or rather, the best spot up until Emily decided to put her hands to even better use, squishing her breasts together and working them in just the right way to make the poor kitten trapped between them tumble around like he was in a washing machine, feeling like his entire world was being turned upside-down and inside-out every second… and loving every moment of it.
As for Emily, well… she could barely see the city at all, owing to the rather large amount of clouds in the way, but she knew that her torso was about as big as it was, and her breasts and buttocks probably outsized it on their own. It was a good size, she wasn't about to say otherwise… but it felt insufficient. Didn't Kitty deserve everything she could give him? Hadn't he earned her full abilities being put on display? Because he certainly did. And she could certainly grow bigger than this.
So why not do it?
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It took a significant amount of effort, but she did manage to dislodge a couple of feet of cock before her strength faltered and she had to let go, at which point gravity did what it did best and had her slam down on that thing, causing the poor kobold's back to arch upwards and his voice to crack as he tried to express the utmost pleasure he felt in but a single noise, ultimately failing at anything other than spurting copious amounts of pre directly into the enormous gnoll riding him harder than anything he could describe.
Enough of it, in fact, to trigger something within Kela herself; she didn't know what it was, but the smallest drop was enough to activate some kind of hidden, bestial monstress within her, one who wanted nothing more than to grab whatever lucky bastard happened to be closest and show them what it was like to have her as a lover. And wouldn't she know it, she just so happened to have one of the biggest-dicked 'bolds she'd ever seen balls-deep inside of her and rearing to go! So best to anchor her paws even more, best to start pumping some energy into those legs of hers, best to make sure she was bouncing on that pillar with enough strength to make Aso squeal… which, to be fair, didn't exactly take much effort, but she was going to give it her all regardless, right up until the moment where the bed snapped and everyone in the damned building heard; of course, this just meant Kela could use the floorboards as an anchoring point now, which itself meant she had a much wider range of action now that she didn't need to worry about slipping out of bed!
Up and down on a cock that insisted on growing larger and larger still, slowly packing on weight until it actually felt somewhat uncomfortable inside her… for about the five or so seconds in between that realisation and the exact moment when the kobold's stamina ran out and the floodgates were opened. Kela felt the rumbling emanating from the balls she'd been slamming against before she sensed the rising heat firing up the shaft inside of her, a second or two before the tip of it erupted with enough cum to quite literally balloon her out like an actual condom.
She was ready for that to be it; just like those other rare times when her mates were good enough to actually surprise her, Kela was fully prepared to close her eyes and ride out the wave until it was over. She'd wake up some time later, covered in spunk from head to toe, barely able to breathe in the warm atmosphere, the scent of musk filling her nostrils just as much as its source filled her stuffed belly. And, were this any other of those times, the gnoll would've gotten just that; alas, despite his minute stature, Aso was anything but conventional, even if he himself didn't like to think too much about it himself.
He did not, after all, get to explore that side of himself too much, given the lack of adequate partners with which he could bring his full power to bear. Much as he was a tiny little thing who paled in comparison to the sort of warrior women that he openly fantasised about during most of his free time, the fact of the matter was, he was still a wizard, and being one meant he had a few tricks up his sleeve… even if the kobold himself didn't quite know it. Magic was a fickle thing, and more often than not one was a slave to it far more than one controlled its flow, even when one was, technically speaking, supposed to be able to weave its power for one's benefit.
Indeed, despite his best efforts at making responsible use of his powers (for a given value of what "responsible" meant), Aso's more "out there" experiments had taken their toll on his form, especially when he allowed his arousal to get the better of him. Being as tiny as he was, it was perhaps natural that he would try and experiment with making himself bigger; what he couldn't have expected was that repeated attempts at increasing his baseline size would leave him both permanently larger, and stuck in a far more productive state than most males twice his diminutive girth.
Thus, he didn't think twice before letting his body dictate terms, before clenching his teeth and feeling his nuts gurgling aggressively… nor did Kela have to wait for too long before that bulge coming out of her stomach was pumped even fuller and rounder, with a hot blast of cum stretching her out to such a considerable degree that she could be forgiven for thinking that her skin and muscle had been turned into some kind of rubber.
Alas, it would not last for long; much as the gnoll would've adored the opportunity to be turned into a cum blimp, the actual spunk itself had other plans, plans independent of what its producer even had in mind. It had better things to do than be wasted in mere filling, like turning Kela's body and making… more of it. Not more in any particular regard, just more in general: the gnoll would have maybe a couple of seconds before being taken by an all-consuming heat, permeating every inch of her body from head to toe, a heat that felt like it was filling her from her very core outward, and bringing the rest of her along with it as well!
One moment she was her regular self, the next Kela found her form expanding in every direction at a rather alarming rate, the mattress groaning underneath her as her weight packed on far in excess to what her frame would otherwise suggest; square cube law and all, but mostly thanks to her musculature being very well-defined and dense, aided along by years of training, conditioning, and a non-insignificant amount of magical assistance, made even better by the sudden infusion of power courtesy of the small kobold pumping her fuller than she had ever been in her life.
All of it brought together created a perfect storm that never could've happened otherwise, leading to Kela's sudden and unstoppable growth spurt leaving her big enough quickly enough that her first instinct was to raise her hands in the air and press them against the ceiling, as if this would somehow stop her or make the building bigger, as opposed to just cracking the wooden boards above her head and raining splinters and sawdust everywhere. The owner, still cowering behind the counter downstairs, chose to ignore this; the gnoll was already threatening enough when she was at her regular size, he did not need to know what sort of blasphemies were being committed behind closed doors by a wizard with a dick almost bigger than their own body.
A wizard whose cock and balls, despite already being far too large for how tiny he was, somehow managed to grow even bigger after the explosive climax. He didn't notice it at first, and indeed neither Kela; the latter was too busy trying to come to grips with how she had grown, too busy to notice how the shaft she still had inside of her wasn't actually getting any smaller, nor were the two nuts attached to it shrinking despite very clearly pumping their contents out. It took both of them a long while before they were even ready to understand what had taken place, and by the time they did, well… suffice it to say Kela had immediately picked up on something being wrong, so when her mind processed all available information and she realised she had grown bigger, the one goal in her mind was to repeat that stunt and make it stick properly that time around.
By comparison, poor Aso was given maybe half a minute or so of a reprieve before the gnoll giantess he had on him began shifting her weight around to get started on round two, and no matter how much he pleaded with her, he couldn't quite make it convincing. He'd be lying if he said he wanted her to take a step back; if nothing else, being plunged right back into the thick of it during what he assumed to be his refractory period ticked so many boxes that he might as well just stain the whole checklist black.
But even he had his limits (or at least so he thought), making it imperative that he at least try and warn his lover for the night that she was barking up the wrong tree… that is, until he noticed his dick was still hard, his balls were still tightly clenched, and he still felt like he hadn't cum properly despite all evidence to the contrary. Squaring this with observable reality would've been significantly easier had the gnoll not been so energetic in her immediate return to the bouncing and rolling of hips though, leaving the kobold stuck trying to beg for her to slow down, only to have his voice break at every step of the way.
Kela herself, meanwhile, wasn't even thinking about the consequences of what she was doing: yes, she was going to be bigger, and no, she didn't care that her equipment wouldn't fit, her body wouldn't let her get into buildings, or the average dungeon would become entirely inaccessible to her. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was bouncing on a cock too big to be real, a shaft so immense that the 'bold attached to it (rather than the way other way around) should've been left white as a corpse after all their blood was used to keep that monstrous member as erect as it was.
Honestly, the whole thing was probably a dream, and she was bound to wake up at some time in the future, covered in spunk from head to toe with a very snuggly 'bold tightly kept between her arms. It couldn't be real, it shouldn't be… so, obviously, she had every intention of abusing this "fantasy" for as long as it could keep going.
Perhaps it was her way of rationalising it, and she knew for a fact that it was most likely wizard magic, but it served as a convenient narrative to use on herself whenever her brain tried to think about practical concerns, such as how she was going to pay for the inevitable repair bills. Best to focus on the enjoyment and leave all the pesky details for later, when she didn't have a colossal dick big enough to stretch out even her improved form inside of her with no visible way of ever getting out, given how much it had bulged out; it actually managed to get stuck inside her, so much so that even bouncing on it became more of a chore and a test of her physical strength than anything else… though, Kela being Kela, this did little but encourage her to put even more of herself into it, really making the bed regret its career choices in the five or so seconds it had before being thoroughly wrecked, the wooden panelling cracking and shattering in multiple places before the whole thing just ceased being entirely.
Yet another sign that she was headed in the right direction, far as the gnoll was concerned; for the 'bold, it was a rude awakening to the fact that he was well and truly stuck there, incapable of leaving until his much-larger mate decided that she was done with him. And he couldn't be better, honestly, not when he had someone like Kela riding him with the sort of energy that would be reserved for a male of much larger calibre than himself; granted, calibre was relative when his own dick was, by that point, about twice as large as the rest of him put together, with the two nuts at its base being so stuffed with spunk ready to be fired at high pressure that he genuinely began worrying for Kela's physical safety.
Would she be able to survive a hypothetical full blast? Was she capable of withstanding the full force of a climax of a strength likely to be far greater than any mortal being was meant to take? Judging from the way his balls were gurgling, Aso could only guess the magic running through him had left him exceptionally vulnerable to whatever ungodly attraction that gnoll exuded, enough so that he barely felt like himself. He had become something more, something greater, something that couldn't be explained purely through conventional means… or, perhaps, he was just overdosing on serotonin as a result of his rampant magic running wild and uncontrolled, which to be fair was more likely an explanation.
Even better, he didn't have to worry about not pulling his weight anymore, if for no other reason than because he was so big that he quite literally couldn't move at all; hard to feel sorry for himself when just by existing he provided more entertainment than any other of Kela's past lovers probably had, at least judging from how her eyes were rolling upwards and her legs were shaking under the strain of having to lift her body up on that gargantuan shaft he sported. Raw magical power running through him, augmenting his every inch into two more, pumping out even more productivity than his size would indicate, streams of cum still managing to find a way to fall onto the floor, despite the tight seal formed around Aso's base.
And with every moment that passed, yet more growth for the gnoll, whose form was surprisingly effective at converting all that delicious cum into extra mass for herself; soon enough she had taken up about half of the room, and showed no signs of stopping whatsoever. Indeed, from the smile she sported, that toothy and nigh-manic grin reminiscent of some sort of hyper predator, the gnoll was likely to be wanting more and in ever greater quantities, turning what was already an unsustainable process up to eleven and gleefully flying off a cliff with no regard for her own personal safety.
Two enormous hands came crashing down upon Aso, not so much pinning him against (what remained of) the mattress as they did embed him into it, the ground trembling underneath the unrelenting growth spurt Kela was drooling over. Harder and harder she went, faster and stronger, the structure around the couple shaking as if in an earthquake each time the gnoll came crashing down on poor Aso, no longer in control of her own body as it was taken over by her animalistic side, the same one that demanded a constant escalation of the pleasure high until it became literally unsustainable.
But she didn't care; she was horny, there was a dick there big enough to satisfy her, and she was only getting bigger the longer she went on; honestly, why should she want to stop? If anything, she should be going faster! She should be demanding more, ever greater amounts, continuously, neverending, until the whole damned building was being rattled off its hinges and the people down below were scrambling for the exit! She should be bouncing on that cock until it grew large enough to immobilise her rather than the other way around! And she should definitely be opening her mouth and letting every noise her brain could come up with come out of it, no matter how scandalous it might sound.
Let the whole realm know that she was horny and getting the fuck of a lifetime, that was exactly why she was there; she wouldn't have gone upstairs with that pipsqueak unless she was certain she'd have a good time! The best time, in fact, evidenced by how her back was glued to the ceiling while her front was covering most of the ground floor in the room; a time that could not be beaten, not with that sort of package inside of her!
But it couldn't last, not with how much energy she was putting into it. Kela could keep going, but she was a room-filling giantess; poor Aso was still a tiny 'bold, he just happened to have a dick big enough to satisfy someone like the gnoll. It didn't take long before the whole building went silent for just a moment, just a brief instant really, all so they could hear the one sound the titaness-to-be had wanted to listen to for the whole time she'd been with the kobold:
Proper gurgling.
Those two cumtanks tightened and clenched, their contents almost hostile in how loud they were, tiny Aso blanking out entirely as the pleasure wave crashed into him… just before the real wave came cascading into Kela; the gnoll herself had maybe a second or two to appreciate just what sort of fate awaited her before she saw herself bloating with the excess seed, made to grow in every direction until she slammed against opposite sides of the room at about the same time as she felt both ceiling and floor press on her, truly stuck in a much-too-small box.
Two loads, and the first chunk of the floor collapsed; no other way to go about it, not when she was bigger than the damned room she was in. Three loads, and the few that yet remained in the inn by the road were screaming as they ran out the door, the entire upper floor crashing down as the gnoll was brought to ever greater heights. She wasn't even hopping on Aso anymore; rather, one of her hands was cradling his body like the base of a synthetic phallus, while the other was busy carving grooves on the ground.
Four loads, and the inn was rapidly ceasing to exist as a single structural unit, wood splinters flying everywhere, sawdust from the support pillars, and a very happy Kela throatily moaning as she stood up, in preparation for what had to be the very last one. Each pump of cum was weaker than the last, but there was just…
… so much.
A fifth. Just as Kela came crashing back down, ready to create a seismic shock of enough potency to make the whole duchy tremble, so too did Aso unleash his final proper pump, shivering all over before going limp. The gnoll, by that point big enough that the whole damned building might as well have been nothing but foundations, was left insensate on the ground, massive and uncontrollable, her heavy breaths creating thick clouds of condensation that spooled down onto the ground below. She could've gone for another round, but… frankly, everyone had their limits, and Aso had certainly earned his.
She didn't pull him out though. Oh no, he was going to stay there, and he was going to enjoy every moment of his shaft softening until he could pull out on his own; besides, he was still spurting out residuals, and while they weren't nearly enough to cause her to take another noticeable step up, it was still magically-infused, and she was going to squeeze him for all he was worth.
Literally, if need be.
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It was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever done, but then again, it was entirely his choice to do so, so it was probably fine. For years he'd heard about that challenge, and for years he wondered whether he should just buckle up, give up trying to come up with excuses, and just do it. Granted, there was a good reason not to, given his unfortunate tendency to go completely out of control whenever he was dumb enough to deny himself, but what was life without some measure of risk? What would his existence be if he didn't deliberately throw in a few monkey wrenches into the machine, hoping it would cause enough chaos that it would lead to the whole thing falling apart within moments?
At least, that's what he kept telling himself when he woke up on the first and decided that it would be a fantastic idea to flip the proverbial switch and undergo a long, arduous, and potentially hyper-destructive period of orgasm denial, purely to celebrate the festivity of a month which he wasn't even certain of the origins of. Trent knew, and not even on a particularly deep level, that doing this was beyond idiotic; he was built to cum, and to do so on a very regular basis, to the point where merely willing himself not to do so almost immediately caused intense discomfort before it melted away into a kind of half-formed pleasure mixed with a sense of overbearing pressure.
Still, it was early enough that he could afford not to think too much about it, nevermind the fact that even on getting out of bed, the Lycanroc could already feel a slight difference; it wasn't enough to be noticeable for other people, or indeed enough for it to be visible, but he knew. He knew his body better than anyone else, and the second he decided he was going to use his considerable willpower to keep himself from cumming for an entire month, that's when his balls began overproducing, his cock started to stretch out, and his entire body decided to pack on additional mass. The best part of it all, however, was that it was slow… at first, at least. This allowed the Lycanroc to carry on with the polite fiction that everything was fine, that he could just go around his house doing chores all day while nothing interesting at all took place; meanwhile, his body was busy dialing up the decimals (or millesimals, as the case may be) while the clock ticking down to midnight carried on with its inexorable advance.
It was an interesting state of affairs, especially since, by the time he reached lunch, Trent was already obviously larger than before: his head was closer to the tops of doorframes in his home, and the weight he had slung between his legs was… somewhat harder to ignore, for lack of a better definition. Yet, still he carried on; despite the very clear evidence that he wouldn't get past a day, much less an entire month, Trent insisted that he at least give it a good try. It wasn't as if he hadn't gone wild a couple of times before, enough that he knew exactly when to stop if he ever needed to; not that he felt like he did, what with the sense of power overwhelming making it supremely difficult to turn around and say no when his libido began demanding he go further and further with how far his "line" was drawn.
It got to the point where, effectively, there was no line; he would do whatever he damn well wanted, with no excuses, no reasoning, no nothing beyond how good it felt at any given time, even when he became so large that it was genuinely impeditive to him functioning on a daily basis. This was, ultimately, his cross to bear; just after he was done with lunch, getting up from his chair was quite a bit harder than before, enough so that he had to anchor one hand on the wall and another on the table, nearly tipping the latter with how much force he was putting into it. He couldn't help himself though; it was either do that, or remain seated for the rest of the day, what with how complicated it was to walk around with a pair of weights like his nuts to make his day so much worse (better?).
He didn't even try to make out how large they were already, figuring that going around nude the whole day was the best option; Trent believed, not without reason, that looking down would only do more bad than good, that he should keep his mind focused on going forward, rather than whatever was happening just below his peripheral vision; that this caused significant distress to his libido was entirely unimportant. It only mattered that he kept going, and if at any point he stopped, no matter how good it felt, it was doubtful that he'd ever be able to keep moving again. Not that he was immobilized… yet, at least. It would happen eventually, that much he knew, but as he did his best to get comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs wide after making sure all that creaking wasn't going to destroy the springs, it almost felt like he could just… be.
Even when his body's weight was such that the upholstery loudly complained about being forced to handle him, even when he had to keep his legs as far apart as possible just to prevent them from rubbing against a pair of oversized nuts begging for release and stimulation, it was still possible for him to pretend like he wasn't on the cusp of losing it entirely. That much was for midnight, he kept fooling himself, that much was for his more bestial self, not the civilized and polite young Lycanroc who happened to be watching television while completely naked, slowly growing out to fill his couch, one hand perpetually stuck in midair as it subconsciously fought against its own desire to grab onto Trent's cock to give it exactly what it wanted and needed.
He wasn't even aware of this; he only noticed when his arm grew tired and attracted his eyes, at which point he was left perplexed as to why part of him would move like that without him noticing or ordering it to. Shrugging, he fought off the instinctive reaction to know that it was entirely wrong and shouldn't have happened, believing it to be better, safer that way; if he kept pretending that everything was fine, that he wasn't slowly becoming a monstrous version of himself that would most likely bring the whole house down, then he could enjoy some quality television, even if he had no idea what was actually on. It was, after all, difficult to think about anything when most of his brain's processing power was being used up in the ungodly amount of pleasure he was receiving from just about everywhere on him, with the rest of it being spent masking this state of affairs and maintaining Trent's insistence of normality and self-deception.
No, he wasn't edging on the brink of orgasm now that he'd pushed past six meters in height with a cock large enough to serve as a body pillow and a pair of nuts that could compete with a beanbag for size; he was absolutely fine, and not at all just a second or two away from completely losing control of himself, his urges, his motor control, and whatever else passed for his ability to restrain his more primal impulses. Worse yet, there would be no reprieve; there was no "thankfully" anything, on account of his condition only having one way to go now that he had set his mind on his course: worse.
He would only get bigger, he would only get fuller, he would only get more productive, and the longer he carried on with this foolish desire to deny himself a release that he was biologically programmed to require, the more disastrous the consequences were going to be. Yet, as he felt his body begin to stretch in earnest, his frame expanding in every direction as a result of his complete lack of regard for his own safety, Trent couldn't help but feel like this was a wonderful idea; that somehow, against all logic and good sense, forcing himself to not cum for a whole month wasn't entirely stupid and pointless, but a desirable outcome, even if reality very violently disagreed. His precum alone would already put most males to shame, and he wasn't even trying; Trent, above all others, knew very well just how much he could output when his body got serious about things, so for him, looking on as his cock produced a wave of spunk with each twitch, where each heartbeat resulted in enough pre being spurted out that it smeared against the wall in front of him, was nothing if not… well, not normal, per se, but mundane, expectable in fact.
It was nothing if not the direct result of his actions, nothing if not his just comeuppance after he decided to do something as nonsensical as not cumming for the sake of a challenge no one truly cared about beyond internet brownie points. And yet, he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it, something that made it worth the time, if not necessarily the effort; it was likely just his other self, the midnight form already taking shape as night approached and Trent's body was prepared for the change. That beast never knew when to give up, and would sooner find itself dead or dying over a roasting fire than giving up a chance at rapturous pleasure if one was offered.
The Lycanroc had seldom felt his other side impose itself in such a manner outside of its active hours; indeed, he was genuinely somewhat scared that he was falling prey to those impulses without necessarily being in his altered state… at least, for a few seconds. The pleasure highs were getting harder to ignore as time passed and his body continuously improved, again and again, with the serotonin hits reaching levels that weren't technically possible, yet his brain insisted on providing regardless. It made it all-but impossible for him to think about anything other than how to best improve each and every "hit", how to make the enjoyment last longer, be more powerful, affect more of him; before long, he was openly growling, his tongue lolling out of a mouth that hadn't been closed in a good hour, with a trickle of drool running over neckbulk so well-defined that it was less a support strut for his head and more a gargantuan tree trunk keeping his braincase nice and perched atop it.
All the way down, of course, to a set of pecs of such heft that one could probably use them as a shelf, and it was only the start; the rest of him was about as buff, but Trent more than others knew than this was only step one. These sorts of sizes were only the beginning, as he normally developed them as his midnight self regardless of how much growth he had undergone already; for him to be that big and that strong before his body switched over to its truly animalistic state, well… one could only imagine how things would be like.
Not that it would have to remain within the halls of imagination for much longer; night was fast approaching, and with it, his descent into complete and utter madness, into the sort of breeding and growth potential that only someone as blessed by genetics as he was could truly experience. None knew what it was like… but, given what sort of process he was undergoing, Trent was certain he was about to make everyone else find out, whether they liked to or not. Just as soon as he flipped, of course; no point waiting for his regular form to do something it wasn't (yet) capable of. Of course, he wasn't that far off; just a couple of hours at most, if even that much, before his body reached the threshold and went flying right past it; he could see it already, as clear in his mind's eye as it would be in reality, when he finally transformed into a shape that was at once so much more powerful, yet so much more primal than the one he already had.
It almost felt unthinkable for that to be the case; with him already as muscular as he was, and his package having engorged to the point where it was doubtful he'd be capable of moving around even if he wanted to, the idea that he might get even bigger was, if nothing else, downright fantasy. Yet, Trent knew this wasn't the case; no matter how outlandish it seemed, he knew full well that the moment he flipped, even his already-prodigious size would look downright puny in comparison to what he was capable of, a terrifying thought to be sure… but one that left him trembling at the possibilities, knowing as he did that it was only the start. He was, at the end of the day, naught but a biological machine; everyone was, to some extent, but it just so happened that his mechanisms were far more fine-tuned than most.
While the vast majority of males had to contend with a body that produced only as much as it technically "needed", for a given meaning of that word, the Lycanroc's biology knew no such limitations; not only did it just keep going, but it increased the rate of production itself as time went along, placing Trent very much between a rock and a hard place: he either achieved climax, releasing his pent-up seed but renouncing the challenge and his exercise in willpower… or he kept going, only making the situation worse. Such was the issue with exponentials: even if they started out small, they had a way of building up over time, such that even a point-oh-oh-one percent addition over time eventually turned itself into something with a similar number of digits, yet none of the decimals.
Indeed, Trent was already seeing it happen right in front of him: not only was his dick about as thick as he was wide (quite the feat considering the width of his shoulders), but it was longer than he was tall, an accomplishment mirrored only by the positively gargantuan set of cumtanks he had underneath him, which had effectively outsized his couch already… each. He couldn't even see the television anymore; there was a great big wall of fur and taut skin in between himself and the monitor, one that rumbled and grumbled and roiled and slorshed with the impossible amounts of spunk it was hiding just beneath the surface, with the pressure being so much that his precum alone far surpassed the full release of even the biggest of hypers.
It was his burden to bear though, no one else's, though "burden" might be overdoing it slightly; it wasn't as if Trent in any way disliked going through the experience (far from it, actually), but more so a realization that no one else on the planet had this level of productivity at their beck and call. It wasn't outright impossible for other hypers to experience temporary spurts that would lead to them potentially outstripping him in raw productivity, but these were just that: temporary. Usually, they required ample amounts of chemicals being pumped through their veins, as well as a frankly absurd amount of secondary requirements, such as the right genetic sequence or the correct manifestation of specific mutations; it was always a transformation that others had to work for, rather than simply being gifted with it like Trent was… and Trent was very much aware of this, and dangerously proud of this fact.
So much so that, when the tip of his cock bumped against the ceiling, and the shaft had to start bending over ever so slightly, thus leading to him being bathed in his own pre, the Lycanroc did nothing to stop it; even when he saw the moon rising through his window, heralding the start of his transformation into his midnight form, he didn't lift a single finger to make the whole thing even remotely safe or sane. By then, all he could think of was how to maximize his enjoyment, how to feel more pleasure and in ever greater and more powerful quantities, and if that meant abusing his kind's transformative abilities in order to give himself additional size…
… then that was just what had to happen.
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"Come on, you fit last year! Stop struggling!"
Kyoob had been fighting against her own body for the past ten or so minutes, cursing herself for not having tried out the costume before the day she was supposed to be wearing it. With all of the preparations needed for the Thanksgiving dinner she invited her friends over for, it had slipped from her mind until just after she put the actual turkey in the oven, and now the mimic was suffering the consequences of having completely forgotten about her New Year's resolution on going to the gym and-or just doing some push-ups every day… though, oddly enough, it wasn't her belly getting in the way of that damned thing zipping back up, but two other, significantly larger things.
Wearing the turkey costume had been a tradition for at least the past five years, ever since Kyoob moved into her new place and decided she needed something special to celebrate; after a whole night of drinking far too much and being surrounded by other lightweights who really shouldn't be drinking either, she ended up mail-ordering a full-size turkey costume that looked both horrendous, silly and actually kind of funny on her. It was tacky and so embarrassing that she'd never wear it literally anywhere that wasn't the privacy of her own home, but it served as a reminder of that first Thanksgiving at her new home, surrounded by friends and a haze of alcohol-induced idiocy. Ever since then, Kyoob had made it a point to wear it every single year, even if it began to chafe almost immediately after she put it on; it was worth it purely for the awkward looks slowly turning into barely-contained laughter and then inevitably the stuffing jokes that always came about.
That year, however, the mimic found herself struggling with the costume in a way she hadn't before. Now, Kyoob wasn't necessarily the smallest of individuals, but despite her rather bountiful bust and shapely form, she'd never had any problems with fitting into that suit in the past; getting the zipper over her breasts was always a chore, and it did occasionally slip down just enough for her to show some cleavage while spilling out, but it fit, even if it had to be made to fit. However, now that she was trying to put it on in a mad dash to get ready before her friends arrived, that's when Kyoob realized that something terribly wrong was going on, because no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull the zipper up above her bustline; in fact, she couldn't even get it up to her underboob, which posed a very serious and worrying question: had she gotten bigger?
It was true that her bras had started to feel a bit more constricting lately, but Kyoob had chalked that up to having to actually wear them again after such a prolonged time working from home; her body had gotten so accustomed to going about her house without anything holding it back that surely it was normal for her chest to feel tighter when she had to go back to her physical workplace again. The same could be said for her jeans, which were a lot more form-fitting all of a sudden; again, the mimic assumed it was the result of being stuck at home for such a long period of time, coupled with a frank lack of care for her caloric intake. Surely it would all just go away on its own once she got back to her regular routine, and indeed, though the tightness never really disappeared, Kyoob learned to ignore it as she waited for it to vanish. But it didn't; if anything, it only ever got worse.
So now that she was staring at herself in the mirror, looking at how the zipper barely even got to the bottom of the curvature of her breasts, the mimic had to ask herself a very serious question: had she actually grown? It felt ridiculous to even think such a thing; her puberty had come and gone and left her quite well-endowed, so there was no need for it to happen again, plus, never in her life had she heard anything about anyone spontaneously growing larger without some incredibly irresponsible use of magic or other such illicit methods. And yet, the more she looked at the turkey costume, the more she had to admit that it was a lot smaller than it used to be… yeah, that was it. The costume was smaller, probably as a result of her putting it through the wash improperly or something like that, it wasn't her that had gotten larger! She breathed a sigh of relief after this realization, reassuring herself that this had to be the truth; after all, the alternative was just nonsense!
… but what then? She couldn't just forgo the use of the costume, it was tradition! Her friends were expecting her to answer the door while wearing that thing and looking both incredibly silly and so happy that she could light up a whole room, she couldn't just disappoint them like that! No, the suit had to be put on, even if it meant straining it to the point where she had to buy a new one. The mimic inhaled, holding her breath and pulling her belly in, one hand crossed over her breasts in an attempt to smush them, the other pulling the zipper up towards them; she could feel the air being squeezed out of her lungs, the metal teeth digging into her skin so deeply that, no matter how hard she tried, she had to let go of the zipper before getting anywhere close to where it needed to go. This repeated for about three or four more times before the mimic gave up entirely, dropping both arms by her side and admitting defeat.
All things considered though, the whole "absolute cleavage" look sort of suited her; somehow, the costume had shrunk so much that, as long as she didn't move too much, the mimic could probably get away with using it like an extremely low-cut dress… though frankly, it'd most certainly make things slightly awkward at the dinner table, plus there was always the chance that the whole thing might slip and end up revealing a bit more than it should. There was only really one solution for that problem, and Kyoob didn't want to consider it; it was dangerous, it was unnecessary, and most of all, it was just bothersome and prone to failure, so who knew what might happen if it didn't go perfectly well? But… it had to happen; it was either that or go without the costume, and the latter option just wasn't one as far as she cared.
Sighing, the mimic opened one of her drawers and produced a heavily bookmarked tome whose cover had been worn away with the passage of time and far too many pencil scribbles. With a look of utmost annoyance, Kyoob picked out the one page she was looking for and opened the damned thing right where she wanted to, revealing a very simple, if applicable, dimensional spell. It was complicated magic, but the sort of complicated that only really required getting used to it once; after all, it was the basis for pretty much every commercialized compressor out there, and if millions of people could get away with wearing trinkets that hid their true size for their whole lives, then surely the mimic could afford to keep her tits in check for the duration of a single night. All she had to do was read the instructions, perform the incantation, and then everything underneath the zipper would be magically shrunk down just enough that it could actually be drawn up and the costume could be used, with only a relatively minor chance of the whole thing going awry and backfiring horribly.
"Well, here goes nothing…" Kyoob mumbled before clearing her throat, then very slowly read the words required to get the spell to work. They were complex, multisyllabic incantations that twisted the tongue and the very brain, and more often than not led to one's perception of time and the world around them to distort as much as they were trying to do to themselves, not to mention the fact that they had a tendency to leave the whole room smelling like copper, a smell that refused to go away for days at a time… but it worked. Or, at least, it didn't do something awful that was immediately visible; as soon as Kyoob touched the zipper, it glowed brightly for a few moments before settling down, which either meant that the spell was now active, or she'd have to try again.
Time to experiment.
Very carefully, Kyoob grabbed hold of the zipper and began to pull it upwards; if everything had gone according to plan, then the dimensional distortions should allow it to shove everything underneath it into a spatial pocket, effectively serving as a temporary compressor device… and, much to her delight, the mimic found absolutely no resistance in her way! In sharp contrast to her previous attempts at closing up the costume, this last-ditch one went swimmingly, with her even able to close the teeth up over her cleavage without having to push her breasts inwards or anything of the sort; sure, they still bulged out from within, and quite dangerously so given the distortions at play, but at least it actually fit for once, giving her full coverage from the neck all the way down to her hips and then curving around her figure towards the end of her legs. It looked horrendous and if any picture was taken then Kyoob might have to hunt it down and delete it, but it served its intended purpose.
Content with herself, she closed the book and put it back where it belonged, then turned around and went out the door, happy that things were going back to the way they were supposed to. She felt a bit tight all over, but once again dismissed it as a necessary side-effect of the spatial magic she had just cast; after all, she wasn't a terribly adequate practitioner, plus it was supposed to be a stopgap to begin with, so she couldn't expect the height of comfort. All that was needed were a few hours of her time and then she could get to work buying a new costume for next year; in the meantime, there was a whole dinner to cook, and an actual turkey to check up on, lest it end up carbonized like that one time.
The sun had gone down and their friends should be there any minute, probably with cameras at the ready so the group could engage in the time-honored tradition of trying to capture Kyoob at her most embarassing as she attempted to remain dignified while wearing a costume designed to look dumb; in fact, judging by the time, they were probably already going up the stairs, given that the elevator was out of order. Indeed, all the mimic had to do was stop chopping up lettuce for a bit in order to hear what was unmistakably the sound of people complaining about having to climb up to the very last floor while already out of breath; this was good, it meant less teasing until they were all suitably sloshed. With the widest smile stamped on her face, Kyoob put down the knife, washed her hands quickly, then swivelled around to open the door, only to hear something ripping.
Instantly, the temperature in the room plummeted as panic immediately set in, the mimic's mind racing at the possibility that her containment spell had been weaker than she intended. Trying her best not to strain the costume further, she held herself in place mid-step, using her hands to try and identify where the suit had torn open; she'd find the offending location halfway down her thigh, where a significant portion of her soft flesh was now bulging out from a destroyed steam, feeling remarkably more sensitive than normal. With her eyes wide open and her legs already shaking from fear, Kyoob attempted to calm herself by breathing in slowly and heavily, only to almost immediately regret it when she heard the sound of low, metallic groaning and fabric stretching to its limit each time she filled her lungs; whatever had happened, simply filling them up with air was enough to push her chest out so much that her clothes were ready to rip… but she had to breathe, so what now?!
Her mind in complete disorder, all the mimic could think to do was rush to her bedroom in order to find something else to put on, but then if she did so, the costume was likely to just be torn to shreds, and the time it took for her to come to this realization was long enough that her friends were already knocking at the door and calling out for her name, only making her sweat harder; if the spell failed and she was forcefully disrobed, they would hear it, and then she would never hear the end of it for months to come, not exactly something she was willing to endure.
"Come on, not now!" she begged with her costume, as if that would do anything, "You fit last year, stop complaining!"
The more she spoke to her own body, the more it disobeyed, and soon enough more holes were starting to get torn into the fabric, her body ready to explode from within as the containment spell failed catastrophically despite her best attempts at keeping it going; no amount of power diverted to it seemed to be working, and in fact, it only appeared to be actively making it worse, as now there was probably more thighflesh bulging out from the many, many rips in the pants of the costume than there was inside of it. This was soon mirrored above the waist, with her bust ripping through several seams and large pockets of her strawberry-coloured breasts spilling out from the holes, turning what used to be a solid suit into a spider's web of interconnected strips of cloth that just barely held themselves together. Any motion whatsoever was enough to tear through more of the suit, and there wasn't a lot of it left… plus, the whole process was loud enough that her friends could hear it, and were already commenting on it loudly enough that Kyoob couldn't ignore it.
"Come on, Kyoob, at least open the door so we can see!" she heard the cat say, "We even brought the cameras and everything!"
Panic. Panic, panic and more panic, so much panic that the mimic no longer cared whether or not anyone could hear what was happening or if they could tell what was going on; she turned her body towards the door and bolted out of it, fully intending to run and not stop until she was safely locked inside of her bedroom. As a result, Kyoob barely got five steps into the hallway before the entire costume disintegrated and she was left completely nude, doing so loudly enough that her friends on the other side of the door burst out laughing; it wasn't malicious, far from it, but it was still a reminder that this was entirely her fault for not trying out the damned suit beforehand.
Slamming the door behind her, the mimic took a few seconds to breathe in properly now that she could, what with the only remnants of the turkey costume being thin strips of brown-ish denim hanging from her shoulders or somehow holding onto her legs. She felt heavy, far more so than usual, and her movements were sluggish and almost unresponsive; the mimic couldn't begin to fathom why, though after stepping in front of the mirror, the reason for it became evident almost immediately: as it turned out, it hadn't been the costume that shrank.
Kyoob was staring at a body that was definitely hers, but couldn't be. Not only was her chest mostly obscured by a pair of breasts that were noticeably bigger than her own had ever been, but her waist, despite apparently remaining the same as it always had been, looked positively diminutive compared to the shapely rear protruding from behind it, to say nothing of her flared hips and frankly excessive amount of thigh, a perfect heart shape forming in front of her that made the mimic bite her lip subconsciously. She attempted to lift one of her mounds, finding it to be surprisingly heavier than expected, perhaps explained by the low churning she could definitely hear coming from it… and the appearance of something resembling a droplet of pinkish cream on the tip of her nipples. Surely this couldn't be happening; surely this was all just a dream and she'd wake up, realize it was still early in the day, and then go about things perfectly normally as if nothing happened.
But she didn't wake up. In fact, the longer time went on, the more real her body became, the more it sunk into her head that this was, indeed, happening, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Somehow, she'd grown, and quite substantially at that… enough that she had her doubts that anything in her wardrobe would fit her anymore.
"Kyoob?"
The voices were coming from outside her house, accompanied by the occasional knocking. That's right, her friends were still there, waiting for her to open the door.
"Kyoob, are you alright? We were just joking, we're sorry!"
Suddenly, things didn't seem so alluring. Suddenly, the realization that she had nothing to wear that would keep her remotely decent, or even an explanation for why that was a thing in the first place, had dawned on her, and this immediately killed the arousal as dead as it could get. What was she supposed to do now?!
"Kyoob, if you don't wanna hear the costume, it's fine," she heard the blue boy say, "just put a shirt on, it's alright!"
Oh, if only they knew. And if only she had a shirt that actually hid her brand new bust. Or a pair of pants that got over her hips. Or anything, really.
Why did she have to wait until that day to try out the costume?!
"Goddamnit…" she sighed, before clearing her throat and turning towards the door to the hallway. She was about to do something very stupid, and thus raised her voice so that her guests could hear, "Coming!"
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It had been three months since he last saw her, dressed in some third-hand adventuring gear that she'd just barely managed to scrounge up from a travelling salesperson after pinching every piece of gold that she could for the better part of two years. For the young gnoll farmhand, it felt as if those three months had crawled by at a rate so slow as to be downright torturous; without his better half by his side, days passed at such an excruciatingly glacial pace that it stopped being funny a couple of weeks in, and if not for the occasional piece of correspondence detailing how his beloved was doing her best to find a party to settle in with, the farmhand might've lost hope entirely.
Those letters were his most precious possession, the one thing he kept in his mind when he left his home to tend to the fields and spent hours working under the sun. At the very least, it was planting season, giving him something to do in order to pass the time; heavens above only knew what he might be like if it was the dead of winter. Three months had passed, and just as he was expecting to receive yet another letter detailing how the search for an "adventuring group" still continued, the missive handed to him by one of the local lord's couriers was clearly different from the rest: the paper was cleaner, crisper, and it even came with a wax seal on the back, emblazoned with heraldry that the gnoll had never seen before.
He could only assume that something special had happened, and thus spent the rest of the day speculating on what it might be; once he adjourned to his small home on the outskirts of the village, he sat down by his table, prepared a rushlight in case the letter turned out to be particularly long, and set about reading about what his wonderful Yatel was doing.
***
My dearest Ildi,
Much has changed since the last time I've had the opportunity to write home, and all of it for the better! I'm happy to tell you that I've finally found a group of adventurers willing to take lil' ol' me in, even in spite of my complete lack of experience. "We all started somewhere," they told me, "and besides, it would be remiss of us not to give people a chance." Lovely fellows, all of them, even if the bard is prone to exaggerating a few things whenever we stop at a tavern and recount our exploits to the locals; surely, anyone with half a mind would be able to tell that we wouldn't be paid such a pittance if we had indeed slain a nine-headed dragon or a giant the size of a mountain.
But the wonders I've seen, Ildi, oh the wonders I've seen! So many years stuck in that corner of the world (no offense), so many years spent fantasizing about what the great realm beyond would be like, believing that songs and tales couldn't possibly be telling the unadulterated truth… oh, how wrong I was, for the world is so much more beautiful than I could've even imagined! I only wish that you could be here with me, for the things I've seen, the stories I've heard, would put any of the minstrel's ballads to shame if you were to hear about them.
Why, just yesterday we arrived in the great port city of Cintra, on the shores of the Boreal Sea, from where I write to you this letter; by the time you receive it, we will probably have moved on, as we're tracking a target on behalf of the local governor. It's dreadfully cold up here, so much so that we had to spend some of our coin buying fur clothes just to stop ourselves from shivering all the time, but the sights! There are so many people from so many places that I've never even heard of that it feels like my head is about to explode at any given moment; my travelling companions find this endearing, I believe, and like to tease me about how "sheltered" I am, but I don't care. Just being here is its own reward, especially when I get to hear about great feats of valor that I'd never once have been able to dream of!
The talk around town in the past few days has apparently been of a great warrior that also came from the south like us, except he bore no weapons beyond his own fists; he spoke barely a word, and yet any who looked upon him knew that he was master of the fighting arts. The local guard were hard-pressed because of a goblinoid issue somewhere to the east, and asked the man if he'd be willing to help; still silent, he rose from his seat, nodded but once, and set off into the wilderness without receiving further instruction… and, at least according to everyone we spoke to, came back a single day later, having eradicated the infestation all by his lonesome! He chose to forgo a reward, saying he had other places to visit, and vanished in the middle of the night, leaving behind naught but a sack of gold to pay for his stay at the inn.
Honestly, I don't even know how much of this is pure fabrication, but it seems that everywhere I look I find people who either heard of someone who did something of similar bravery, were involved in the effort, or were that person to begin with; it's a city of heroes, they tell me, thanks to its proximity to the Reaches, and a place where would-be adventurers come to strike for their fortune. I can only presume that fate brought me here, for that is precisely what I intend to do, even if I need to work extra-hard at anything I do. Really, Ildi, that much I need to admit that you were entirely spot-on; I did not expect the nitty gritty, the everyday monotony of adventuring to be so tiring.
Having to keep my equipment in order, repairing it whenever it suffers any damage, needing to keep my eye out for tears or torn stitches, not to mention the sheer mind-numbing boredom of maintaining my weapons in proper shape! I'm sure eventually it'll become a routine I'm used to, but for now, it feels as if the world is testing my resolve, and I intend to prove that I can handle whatever it can throw at me.
One day, I shall return to your side, and we will have years for me to recount every step of my journey. Until then, I can only hope this letter finds you well, my love.
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
***
The rate of correspondence slowed down somewhat after the first letter from Cintra came around, though given what he was told when he asked someone where the city even was, Ildi figured that made some sense; his beloved had been out and about for three months, so it was quite likely that, much like the letter said, she was nowhere near the place by the time he read about it, but rather neck-deep in some other adventuring business that he couldn't fathom. Still, she was finally getting some progress done, and for that, the gnoll farmhand could only be happy, ecstatic even; more than once he found himself gushing about Yatel to whoever would listen, and though he was certain very few people believed what he was saying, he knew for a fact that the adventuress would never lie to him.
Day after day he woke up and worked the fields, only a slight part of him worrying about what he'd do once most of the farming work was done, hoping to see the by-then familiar figure of the lord's courier walking down to the dirt path… until, finally, the young man walked up to him carrying yet another missive, giving the gnoll a wink and a nod; Ildi didn't know why at first, but as soon as he took his letter, he immediately understood: it was actually inside a small paper wrapper, with his name and Yatel's written on the front!
It was even fancier than the last, enough that the farmhand almost felt like he'd been elevated to minor nobility just by being in its presence, enough that it genuinely hurt him that he had to tuck it into a dirty shirt for safekeeping. His excitement knowing no bounds, time seemed to speed up for the rest of the day, and practically a moment later he was sitting by his table, carefully removing the wrappings around what was revealed to be an immaculate piece of parchment with the endearingly familiar chicken scratchings written on it.
***
My dearest Ildi,
As detailed in my last letter, surely you remember that Cintra is the closest city to the Reaches. It struck me, after I wrote and sent it, that I failed to tell you what the Reaches even were to begin with, and by the time I remembered that, our group was halfway to the border already. Suffice it to say, anything beyond the frontier outposts can be safely considered to belong to no one; there are nomadic tribes out there, somewhere in the vast distances, but most of the place is just one continent-spanning plain stretching from the Boreal Sea all the way to whatever ocean may lie on the other side. Thousands of miles of wide-open, untapped wilderness answering to no lord or master, there for the taking if only one would be strong and charismatic enough to unite its disparate peoples; I recall a few folk in Cintra saying that the threat of a unified invasion was always looming on the horizon, but after seeing how huge this place is, I doubt such a thing would ever happen.
Regardless, our task here was simple: locate an escaped bandit who made off with some set of royal jewels or whatnot, bring them back alive and see if we couldn't find the goods while doing so. It took us the better part of a fortnight just to track him down, after which we found him cowering in a cave, the jewels strewn about the floor, looking so disheveled that it almost felt too easy to put him in shackles; he was staring at something further into the cavern though, and you know me, I'm quite the curious type! I figured perhaps it was some haunted or cursed treasure of sorts, and wouldn't you know it, despite my friends calling out to me and asking what I was thinking, I found myself walking into an opening in the stone further down below… and in there, a crown!
Sitting on a stone plinth, it was made of purest glass, looking so fragile that I knew better than to pick it up even if I didn't know that it must carry some terrible curse; unfortunately, I'm still the same clutz I always was, so when our resident meat shield warrior came rushing down the path and called out to me, I might've flinched a bit too hard and sent the damned thing crashing onto the ground. It broke, obviously, and though I won't bother you with the details, I think it should be enough to tell you that I required some hasty intervention on the part of our healer, who managed to fix the issue without any real lasting damage. Well, apart from the one to my ego, of course; I guess I learned better than to throw myself so close to a cursed item without warning the rest of the crew!
Still, we had our target in tow, so it was just a case of getting back to Cintra and delivering him to the authorities; poor thing spent the whole trip back just staring at me, babbling incoherently and drooling about this thing or other. It was probably the crown, did something to the man's head and left him unable to think straight, but at least it made for an easy delivery once we got back within city limits. We were received with some pomp and circumstance as well; apparently word of our exploits had already reached the folks of Cintra somehow (probably the bard, I wouldn't put it past him to have trained pigeons to deliver messages), and soon enough we were being welcomed into a tavern for free drinks!
Now, I needn't tell you, I'm not the sort of person to indulge too much in that sort of pastime, but when one is surrounded by both victorious comrades and a small crowd of people all happily reminding you of your exploits, it's difficult to say no. Thankfully, however, there was something else that caught our attention, or someone, to be more precise; just as we were getting started with the celebrations, and the ale began to flow properly, who would make themselves known in the establishment than another gnoll! I swear that they must've had their equipment enchanted, because at no point did anyone hear them enter the tavern, and they were quite large, I'll say that.
Their head was just inches off the ceiling, their shoulders so wide that it looked as if she could hold the rafters up just on muscle power alone; she looked like any other of our kind, just magnified a few times over like she'd been hit by some kind of size-altering spell. They were quite distracting to the eyes; even though they were clearly some kind of adventurer as well, at least going by how toned they looked (apologies for my lecherous eyes, but really, I have to admit I was tipsy by this point), but for whatever reason their curves were almost impossibly excessive; honestly, just looking at her bust and rear left me feeling slightly woozy when all the blood rushed to my face, and I have to admit, if you'd done something stupid, I probably would've been right there behind you, Ildi!
She just sat there, in the middle of the tavern, ordering drinks from the workers; they were probably known around those parts, because no one bothered to ask why someone of that size and shape had just walked in. Thankfully, there was more to the gnoll than we initially assumed, and over the course of several tankards of ale (and a few of mead; didn't like it at first, but it grew on me), we learned of some rather interesting adventuring opportunities off to the east. I won't bore you with the details, but you should most likely not expect any correspondence from me in the foreseeable future; our group is likely to try and cross the Reaches, an endeavour that will take us the better part of what remains of the year, and I'll be unable to send anything until our wizard finally bothers to learn how to remotely contact people. I'll make sure to needle him every other day so he reads the bloody scroll. Keep your chin up, my love; I'll send you a letter as soon as I can.
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
***
As his beloved had told him, no letters arrived for a long while. Planting season came and went, and with it the few distractions that Ildi had left to keep his mind off of his perennial loneliness; with nothing to do but occasionally give the fields a once-over, especially once the rains began to come in from the north, the gnoll farmhand was left mostly to his own devices. In other years, he would've taken up carpentry, just like he always did, but without Yatel there to help him with his tools and to remind him of what a straight edge was supposed to look like, it almost felt… pointless.
It was less a trade and more something he did as an excuse to pass the time with her during the colder months, so with his better half somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Ildi was left with naught to do but prepare an overabundance of rushlights for after the sun began to set earlier. He spent most of his days by the river collecting plants and occasionally trying to catch a fish or two using a sharpened stick, sometimes stopping to sit down and have a rest, staring down at his reflection in the water; he wondered if he'd be able to recognize Yatel once she came back, worrying that her adventures might leave her so utterly unrecognizable compared to her old self that it would spill over into the realm of the physical as well. In his darkest hours, he fretted over the possibility that the gnolless might not even come back home at all; that she'd just carry on adventuring and leave him behind, as a relic of a past that she no longer identified with.
It was during these times that he forced himself back on his feet to collect more rushes, or to head back home to try and spend time cutting a few pieces of lumber into firewood, a routine that repeated itself, day after day, until eventually he came back to his hovel to find the lord's courier carrying a missive.
"Special delivery today!" he announced excitedly, "Must've fallen in good with some rich bloke, wherever they are!"
The wink was unnecessary, the implication even less so, but Ildi was happy to ignore it for the sake of holding yet another message from his beloved. He practically sprinted into his door before remembering that it was locked, and only after sitting back down did the gnoll realize that he was looking not at a wax seal, but one apparently made from molten gold; how exactly that was supposed to work he had no clue, but he was lucky the courier either missed it, or apparently decided not to say anything.
***
My most beloved Ildi,
I lack the words to describe to you the kind of journey that followed my last letter. I'm no poet, no troubadour, you know this; if I were there to recount it, I'd most likely fall back on simply blathering on at length with half-formed words and high-pitched squeaking. Even writing this is enough to leave me on the edge of a giggling fit, and my one regret is that I'm not there, next to you, that I could regale you with every moment without having to try and condense it into a piece of paper (one that hopefully is slightly more legible than last time).
They told us, back in Cintra, of all the things we would see in the Reaches, of the great many bizarre and wonderful beings and sights that existed in the great wilderness beyond; most of it, I assumed, was either entirely fabricated or heavily exaggerated, and yet, just as it happened when I first left home, I found myself not just being proven wrong, but shown up in an almost ludicrous fashion. Ildi, my love, civilization is but a curse on the wonders this land can produce, for what I saw out there in the Reaches, in the vast emptiness where no mortal has ever tried to lay a foundation, was far greater than anything I could've ever dreamed of.
Even the very landscape itself seemed to be woven in such a way as to defy logic at times, and more often than not we found ourselves looking at things that shouldn't be alive, not at the sizes they operated at; I think the best example I can give you is when we were heading towards the only large hill we could see on the horizon, thinking it would at least give us a better view of the flats around us, only for it to suddenly sprout arms when we were halfway there! It then rose up on two feet, two immense legs, and before we knew it were looking at a mountain-sized rock elemental just traipsing about for a few minutes, crossing what had to be miles before stopping and settling back down, wrapping into itself until it was left as a "hill" again, a good half a day away from where it had been before, at least for our tiny little legs.
We saw nomads, sure… but then we also saw caravans which were actually large insects, which had somehow learned to disguise themselves as they scurried about looking for prey, as did we see encampments that were fungal in nature, actually one large colony of mushrooms that mimicked the appearance of the tents used by the clans in order to lure more victims in; from what we were told by the few locals who deigned to speak to us, most of these large creatures were the creations of a group they call "the Fathers", supposedly an ancient civilization that once controlled most of the Reaches before imploding and leaving behind most of their knowledge in whatever random projects they had lying around.
Presumably, if one were to dig deep enough, they would find plentiful evidence, but no one's going to invest in an expedition into the Reaches for the sake of investigating the legends of the "savages of the wastes"... leaving plenty of opportunity for us if we ever manage to secure the funds, but I digress.
Our trek eastward was done with one purpose: reaching the coast. We heard from a reliable source that a group of ships that had set sail from Cintra some three years prior had successfully navigated around the world and reached the other side of the plains; they still had a wizard with them, albeit a novice one who couldn't yet send complex messages (sound familiar?), but what information they did receive pointed to the existence of a whole slew of kingdoms and potentates that no one had ever heard of before! To say that this had the merchants in the city riled up and ready to throw money at anyone brave or foolhardy enough to cross the Reaches would be an understatement, but seeing as most adventurers were just there for easy frontier contract money, competition was still fierce.
As for us, we chose not to go in that direction financially; rather, we sat down one night and had a long chat about what we wanted to do, as a group. Though the conversation was highly emotional, far more than I'm willing to share over writing like this, one thing was decided: if we wanted to make a name for ourselves, we had to do something big, and what was bigger than being one of, if not the first people to ever head east across the Reaches and then return laden with treasures and news of far-off kingdoms?
We swore that we'd succeed or die trying, of course, but I don't intend for the second option to ever come knocking at our door; I've gotten quite good at this whole fighting business, and though the curse of the crown still occasionally stings at me, I've been able to keep myself in one piece as it wears off. Granted, it makes wearing clothes uncomfortable at times, but at least the rest of the group doesn't seem to mind too much; don't worry though, nothing indecent, that much is left exclusively for you.
You might be wondering where I am now, and if so, I would happily join you, because I have no idea either. By our reckoning, we should be about three quarters of our way to the eastern oceans, and yet there are no signs of civilization anywhere near us; the only reason this letter even reached you at all was because I badgered our wizard to learn some teleportation magics so I could have it reach Cintra. I can only hope that it has made its way to you, but if not, I'll make sure to include a copy of it the next time I write, which should hopefully be from within some place that has an actual roof. Until then, remember that you are in my dreams always, and often quite literally; the tent's actually gone down a couple of times with how much I've thrashed about.
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
***
Half a year passed. It was the dead of winter, the crops had long-since been harvested, and with nothing else for him to do, Ildi was effectively forced to go back to carpentry, if only to keep himself sane from the lack of any communication from his beloved. Excitement turned to expectation turned to worry turned to panic, and eventually acceptance came knocking far before he wanted to take it into himself; he could but choose to believe that Yatel was still alive, that she'd simply gotten tied up in whatever great adventure her group had found. He'd heard the stories, he knew those got very involved… maybe.
Day after day he woke up and whiled away the hours, hoping for something, anything; more often than not, he'd glue his face to the window of his hovel just to see if the courier was coming his way, only for them to simply never show their face. He was ready to give up when the sixth month came to pass, ready to give up hope and accept that maybe he should move on, when a bright flash of light erupted in the middle of his living space, bright enough to blind him for several seconds as he'd been looking in its general direction; the gnoll was left flailing as his vision slowly returned, dotted with small blind spots, yet not enough to hide the root cause of his sudden distress: a letter.
Never in his life had Ildi felt more grateful for bodily injury; he barely even took notice of the fact that the missive was sealed in some form of secondary paper container, one that was both embroidered in gold and bore a rather ornate wax seal that seemed mixed with some sort of green, glass-like gem. None of this mattered, for the most precious thing in there were the words addressed to him.
***
Ildi, my one love,
It has been far too long, and for that, I must apologize. We were not aware that the Reaches could even have magical storms, but as it turns out, the biggest obstacle to our journey east were not the distances involved, but what the kingdoms here call the Cordon: a vast strip of land running from the frozen north to the searing south, one beset by perpetual maelstroms of magical energy powerful enough to prevent any remote contact with the rest of the world. That you are receiving this message is entirely the work of our group's resident wizard, a small forward from whom I've included in the bottom of the letter; I think he's earned that much, since he effectively transported this letter to you the other way around using calculations for the size of the planet that the local astronomers were gracious enough to provide.
At least, I hope you're reading this; if not, again, I'll make sure to write a copy and keep it to myself, that I may give it to you once I get back home. As for what happened, it's too much for me to put into words. Suffice it to say that we ran afoul of a group of nomads who lived beyond the Cordon, were forced to engage in aggressive negotiations, and then found ourselves being invited to the home of a local lord, who wished to thank us for our service. Though, perhaps "lord" is not the right word to use; these folk are so unlike us that to try and explain it using terms that we know is difficult, to say the least.
I still don't understand how they rule over such a vast amount of territory without parceling the land, but if it works for them, then it works. Besides, with such an enormous amount of unpatrolled space, there's always work for those willing to take up the sword in exchange for gold, and let me tell you Ildi, there are plenty of those around here. Sure, their weapons and styles may be exotic, but the adventurer's soul is the same regardless of where the adventurer is, goes, or was born; be they a brawler like myself (I ditched the sword in favour of my fists, I'll explain at a later date) or a refined swordsman with flowery movements, we all want the same: the freedom to strike out on our own and see the world for all the wonders it has.
And such wonders, Ildi! If the Reaches were the wilds, the untamed beastly lands where monsters from another time eked out a living amidst the ruins of some grand, lost-long civilization, then the far eastern kingdoms are the exact opposite: the vibrant, the new, the modern, the height of the fantastical, where creatures of myth and legend coexist with the printing press (they actually made machines to write things faster! We're seeing if we can't bring the designs over, it'll make us a mint), where an adventurer like me can squeeze herself into a tavern and sit down with a monk who came down from the tip-top of a mountain a hundred miles away to pass on the knowledge of their order's martial art, then immediately head outside and be confronted with a line of soldiers dressed in sharp uniforms, wielding weapons that fire explosions! Well, not explosions, but I'm no chemist; something about a powder?
Point being, Ildi, it's like stepping into a different world altogether, like the Cordon was a portal and, on the other side, was this wondrous place that no one would believe existed. And the creatures, oh Ildi, my love, the beasts that infest this place! I can only imagine what sort of troubles these folks have had over the ages, because if you thought a living hill was bad enough, you haven't seen anything! Entire mountain ranges can decide to migrate, carrying with them colossal draconids whose hoards are so vast that they could crash the economies of every kingdom back home, terrifying beasts who don't spew fire, they somehow conjure it up from nothing! Lichfire, Ildi, the sort of thing wizards over there think is the exclusive purview of those who studied the arts their whole lives, is simply a matter of fact here, and one that the locals have learned to defend against as well; really, if I had to describe to you the walls around the larger cities, I'd need several letters!
But the small ones too, they're also there, and everywhere too! River spirits, lake spirits, earth spirits, tree spirits, it's almost as if everything that exists has something inside of it; apparently the people here worship these as some form of polytheistic pantheon? It's hard to describe; they don't sit in temples and sing hymns, but rather seem to interpret the will of these "gods" in whatever way they seem to think makes most sense. To them, the very ground they walk on is sacred, by sheer virtue of it being the ground they walk on; our resident dwarf has, naturally, taken quite well to this belief, even if he insists on bringing the Stone Mother up a few too many times. As for me, I confess I quite enjoyed listening to the explanations provided; I honestly think it makes a bit more sense than what they teach us back home, but… I don't know, I'm not sure if the whole thing should feel so familiar to me; it's like I've heard it before, but I just can't remember where. Odd.
Regardless, we came here for a business venture and we weren't going to leave until we found one. Unfortunately for us, there weren't a lot of people willing to do any kind of business with us, mostly because we were adventurers and also because we came from the west. They're apparently aware of us, you see, and seem to think that we have nothing to offer them in exchange for their own secrets; quite frankly, they're entirely right, which left us in a bit of a bind. I, of course, suggested we do what we did best: find a big beastie that needed killing and then collect the bounty.
After our travels through the Reaches, we were sure that we could take anything on, especially with how much experience I gained always being at the front of the group; I'll say this: if you could see me now, you would swoon. I know how much you liked the idea of me being a buff gal whenever I brought it up, and while it's not anything special, I'm sure you'll enjoy the sight of me coming back home after such a good workout.
Regardless, we settled in for a few days, as thankfully the local merchants accepted our gold coins (which were, thankfully, actually made of gold this time around), until we found something worth doing. Apparently, a family of mountain giants had moved in a few dozen miles to the west, and, as I'm sure you guessed by now, brought with them a whole clan of flying creatures whose names I won't even bother trying to pronounce (I also can't write the local language, so that doesn't help). They're like dragons, but not exactly dragons, but apparently related to them, at least in the legends? Whatever the case, they were attacking livestock indiscriminately, and since trying to drive them off hadn't worked, we were contracted to kill enough of them that the rest wised up and left for new hunting grounds.
There were rumours of another adventuress who'd also gone in that direction a couple of weeks prior, but had never returned; the locals had high hopes for them, on account of her being an absolute giantess of a woman, easily thirty feet tall and powerful enough to bring down a whole tavern entirely by accident (or so I'm told). She was a gnoll too, surprisingly; one can only wonder if our species is just unable to grow properly unless we're fed anything more than cabbages and wheat. Nevertheless, she never came back, so now it fell to us to rid the peasantry of their aerial menace before it could do any more damage to their food supply.
Naturally, I write to you after returning successfully from the expedition, because of course I wouldn't be so evil as to leave you hanging again after the last several months. It was surprisingly quick, all things considered, and though we found no traces of this supposed giantess that came before us, the citizenry back at the lord's home city was more than happy to welcome me with just as much enthusiasm. I'll tell you, getting back into the inn was a chore and a half with so many people outside, but at least the pay was good; I don't think I've ever spent so much money before and yet still had so much to spare, and apparently we're still in the outskirts of the kingdoms!
From what we're told, the inner heartlands have even greater perils awaiting us, so we're likely to head there now; we heard talk of an "emperor" of sorts, though for whatever reason no one felt keen to discuss them with me around. Odd, isn't it? They tell us he's supposed to be a demigod of some kind, and that he "wouldn't be pleased" by me being there, then they just clam up; probably something to do with messing with the crown curse thing I got over a while ago, but we're not letting this get in our way. We'll travel to the capital and bounty hunt our way into the imperial palace if we have to, if only because now it's a challenge, and you know exactly how I'm like when someone tells me I can't do something.
Hopefully, I'll be able to keep in touch more often now that our wizard can send letters remotely. Expect a new letter sooner than this one!
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
WIZARD'S NOTE: I, Hemidore son of Hampstead, would like to formally request that the receiver of this letter, Ildi son of Glan, place said letter inside its sleeve and then burn it at earliest convenience; I apologize for requesting such a thing, but it is necessary to establish proper transportation coordinates.
Additionally, you will be pleased to know that Yatel has recovered significantly well from the curse she was afflicted by; if anything, it seems to have left her more resistant overall.
Respectfully,
Hemidore Dorden
***
As promised, the next letter to come through did so barely a week later, quickly enough that Ildi was utterly blindsided by it. At the very least, it gave him enough time to thoroughly inspect the missive itself: it was almost excessively decorated, to the point where he felt genuinely scared that by merely existing in the same room as him, the letter was attracting thieves like some sort of charm. There were a multitude of seals on it, none of which in a language he understood, with a handful of runic sigils burned into the outside of the paper sleeve where Yatel's party's wizard had placed the coordinates to the farmhand's home.
The fact that his beloved's handwriting was still just as indecipherable as always, however, only served to make the whole setup look even more ridiculous; it was almost criminal to have handwriting that bad on paper that fancy… but it was Yatel, so he had to smile.
***
My beloved Ildi,
The journey southeast has been going well, and has been mostly uneventful. Granted, being foreigners means we always have eyes on us, and not all of them in a good way, but it's nice to stick out from a crowd and enjoy some recognition, especially since word of what we'd done with the dragon infestation spread ahead of us; there were plenty of job opportunities for us to take, and indeed we picked up a couple here and there, mostly minor stuff to keep us going, as we didn't really know what would happen once we reached the capital. Honestly though, I can't tell how any of these people live here; back home, the most we'd have to worry about would be a small griffin, maybe a wyvern if we were unlucky, but we've been routinely asked to deal with entire draconic clans and mass possessions by tree spirits and who knows what else.
Really, if there weren't an overabundance of adventurers to thin the hordes, this entire kingdom would collapse under the weight of all the hostile wildlife and demonic things lying around; it's gotten to the point where I've begun to reconsider the possibility of buying me a new sword, because as fun as it is to be able to wrestle a thirty-foot hellspawn to the ground using only one arm, there's only so much I'm willing to take before all the clean-up starts getting too much for me to handle. You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to get ichor off of fur, especially when I find a spot I missed and then I need to spend hours scrubbing it off; and there are a lot of blind spots on me, let me tell you that much. Take that with the fact that our very presence seems to attract those desperate for help and, well, you can imagine we've been somewhat busy the past week.
Busy, though not necessarily in danger, no need to worry there; after the experience we gained in the Reaches and then handling the whole mountain affair, there are very few things that can stand up to us, and with every encounter we only grow stronger. I myself have developed quite the figure, as I told you in the last letter, which I can only assume is the reason why the locals are so eager to call on me; they probably think I can smash the skull of whatever they want killed without even looking… and, to be fair, I probably could; getting to know my own strength has been something of a challenge as of late, especially since I may or may not have been slightly dishonest about the whole crown affair.
See, I didn't want you to worry, so I might have undersold the effects of the curse; the recovery wasn't nearly as quick and painless as I made it out to be, and to be perfectly honest, I spent a good few days thrashing about in bed trying to beat it back. Even after it was cured, the effects it had on me were… noticeable, let's say that. You'll see when I get home, but I was never quite the same, and I think everyone around me knew that as well; I was lucky to get out of it the way I did, I won't say otherwise, but sometimes I wonder what my journey would've been like if the curse had just left me alone rather than saddled me with what I have now.
Then again, all I have to do is flex or bulk up clench my abs (words are hard!) and I have a dozen people throwing money at me, begging for me to fix whatever problem their village has. You'd be surprised how much a punch can accomplish when you just throw it hard enough to break through solid steel plating, let alone a properly executed grapple; when I can, I'll write you a play-by-play of what happened the last time a water dragon tried to tussle with me and ended up tied in a knot and thrown into a well face-first. Granted, there was water down there, so he freed himself right afterwards, but I wrapped him up once, so doing it again wasn't that much of a problem. For the time being though, we continue our trek to the capital, no matter how often we're warned that the emperor won't accept us and that we're wasting our time; surely, if I knock hard enough, then they have to answer, as it'd be rather rude otherwise.
Hopefully, I'll send you a message in the next few days.
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
***
Winter had never been warmer, at least for Ildi. Outside, temperatures had plummeted in one of the worst frosts their duchy had ever seen in the past few years, but for the gnoll, huddled up in his hovel burning firewood and snuggling up against his firepit, he couldn't feel more comfortable than when he sat down, picked up one of Yatel's letters, and read it for the dozenth time or more. The only better feeling was when he got a fresh one, and with the wizard becoming increasingly more competent at sending those things, he didn't even have to worry about correspondence landing on his head anymore!
Updates from his beloved came at a frequent pace, detailing their journey towards the capital city of whatever great kingdom they were in; it was quite like his better half to not even bother learning the name of the place, nor mention it anywhere in her letters, as it was indeed quite likely she never did find out what it was. The stories, however, would be unbelievable if Ildi didn't know for certain that Yatel would never lie to him that way: every letter that came in detailed something more far-fetched, more fantastical, and perhaps most interestingly, more… vast.
If the story about the living hill in the Reaches had been surpassed by entire mountain-sized giant clans, now that had been thoroughly dwarfed by what the adventuring group was seeing the further they walked towards their destination. It felt as if every step they took made the monsters and assorted creatures ever larger, until it became common fare to see flying beasts that defied comprehension, bird-dragon-fish hybrids whose bodies turned day to night, blanketing miles upon miles of land as they soared high above the clouds; such sights were normal, along with other, even more unlikely ones, such as moving landscapes that ate the aforementioned mountain giants as their primary prey, living storms that spread across entire regions, and even mentions of godlike beings breaching through the sky, briefly exposing whatever realm lay beyond when an insignificantly tiny portion of their bodies shone through with enough force to blind everyone who dared look up for a radius of thousands of miles (he was quite certain Yatel was exaggerating there; there was simply no way she could possibly know it was that wide of an effect for certain).
And yet, despite this, the people who lived there seemed just as eager as always to carry on living, as if they didn't live somewhere with creatures so incomprehensibly vast that they could end civilization without even realizing it; instead, they entrusted their care to adventurers, just like Yatel, then went back to their daily routines without a care in the world. It was a testament to their growing expertise that his beloved and their party took these contracts and somehow managed to turn them in for a reward every time; Ildi himself could only imagine what sort of terrifying powers they must wield, a thought that was only made more potent when he recalled that they'd barely been adventuring for a year together.
Perhaps Yatel would be unrecognizable when she came back home; she left as a perfectly unassuming gnoll, tiny, frail, barely capable of lifting her own shoddy gear at times, and would come back looking like some sort of warrior woman, bulky and strong and rippling with tight musculature to sweep him off his feet and do with him whatever she wanted. It was an interesting thought, and one that certainly warmed him even more than usual, but just a thought nonetheless; he'd have to wait for Yatel to come back before anything more intimate happened. It was then, as if to deliberately break his concentration at the worst moment, that a bright flash interrupted his thought process; instinctively, he reached for the table to recover the letter, only to find that it felt… different. 'Twas only when he pulled it close to him that he noticed it wasn't made out of paper.
It was written in gold foil. Solid, somehow, and just as malleable as parchment for some unknown reason, but definitely gold, the lettering shining with bright silver light. Really, the only way Ildi knew it came from Yatel was, again, the chicken scratch; no one else wrote like that.
***
My most beloved Ildi,
The meeting with the Emperor (well, former Emperor) went somewhat poorly. We convinced ourselves that all this talk of us not being allowed to see them was just tradition, which was fine and all, but certainly nothing that a band of by-now famous adventurers would have to worry about. You can imagine our surprise when, after reaching the outskirts of the imperial capital, we were accosted by a group of armed guards who informed us that we were under arrest, and were to follow them into custody. Now, I don't think I need to tell you, I'm not the sort of person to just go in quietly; not just that, but due to circumstances out of my control, being inside a cramped cell isn't exactly something I feel like doing just because I'm told to do so.
So I raised my hand and respectfully disagreed, and the guards took some offense to that. Six hours and several neighborhoods later, we were barging our way through the gates of the imperial palace, only to be accosted by a group of wizards who, for whatever reason, tried to banish me? They must've thought I was a demon from another plane (who knows why, really), so we quickly took care of those as well. Needless to say, by this point, the Emperor was slightly peeved at us for having fought our way to him, not to mention all the injuries (no deaths, no point making it worse) and destruction of property, but he couldn't exactly tell us to go away without any guards to back his words up.
Long story short, we had a vacant throne and I decided I might as well sit on it while no one else showed up, because if the royal line wasn't powerful enough to fend off a single adventuring group, then surely no one would mind if we took over in the interim while they found another person worthy of plopping their butt on the padded seat. It was unfortunately only then that I came to realize that the throne itself had quite a bit of magical power sealed away in it, power that quite quickly seeped into me the moment I decided to try out how comfortable the seat was; now, I don't want to alarm you, but I will say that I may no longer fit in our hovel, though frankly, by the time I get back home, I'll probably have enough to buy us a new home and not have to worry about working for the rest of our days.
It'll be just like I always said it would, except you might need to put in a little more effort when we cuddle (not that you're bad at it, there's just more of me now). That said, our resident wizard promised to look into it and see if he can't curtail the effects, so who knows, maybe I'll be the same-old Yatel that you saw leave the home a year back.
Regardless, word of our unfortunate takeover was quick to spread, and from what we can tell, there's a civil war already brewing; I need you to understand that this was not our intention, and indeed we're working overtime to try and stop it, but it seems like the whole kingdom has decided to take the opportunity we created and use it to grab power for themselves, which frankly we felt was incredibly rude. The least they could've done was wait until we sorted the mess we made out, especially since the former Emperor is still alive and all; we just need a proper replacement!
We resorted to the local storytellers, who were never short on tales about great heroes and heroines, each one more ludicrous and unbelievable than the last, yet every last one claimed to be nothing short of the complete truth. Great warriors and wizards whose feats were unparalleled, whose bodies were without equal or compare after years of garnering power and experience; conspicuously, no one seemed to know where any of these heroes were, and quite honestly I've heard enough from our own bard to recognize when people are just making stuff up for the sake of wowing a crowd. It seems we'll have to find a way out of this without an heir apparent ready to go, which is going to be a pain and a half seeing as there are at least three or so armies headed in our direction. Sure, I can take them without breaking a sweat, but it'd be a bit of a bother regardless. Hopefully the next letter will come bearing better news.
Yours for eternity,
Yatel
***
Silence. A week passed since the last missive, then two, then a whole month, and soon enough the winter frost gave way to the spring thaw, the seasons shifting and heralding the start of a brand new planting season in the horizon. Yet, that time around, Ildi was not at all concerned with Yatel's fate; not only was he utterly convinced that nothing would be able to take her down at that point, assuming of course she wasn't blatantly fabricating her entire adventure, but stories had begun to trickle down his way over the course of the last weeks of winter.
Be they through travelling merchants or by someone's uncle's cousin's father's friend who worked as a tavern keeper and saw a lord's messenger who absolutely heard his master whispering to their courtesan, the gnoll farmhand heard her name: Yatel. It came along with others, Dorden the wizard included, and were all supposedly accounts of events that even the letters had failed to mention; no one really knew where these originated from, as anyone who was asked always pointed to someone else from whom they heard the story, as if the narrative itself had no true beginning, and merely existed as its own entity somewhere in the aether.
It was certainly appropriate for the sort of absurd happenings that Ildi was made privy to, and as the days turned to weeks, the amount of stories floating about increased in both quantity and quality; no longer were they generalized retellings of things which may have happened, but included details and specific sequences of events, the odd nugget of information that had to be true, for it was so insignificant that no one would bother to make it up. Some of those were known to Ildi, others absolutely weren't, and a few were… odd. He felt as if he'd heard them, yet couldn't quite put his finger on where, ending up assuming they were somewhere in the large pile of letters he kept safely in his home.
Yet no further missive arrived, presumably because Yatel was too busy dealing with a succession war that she and her colleagues had inadvertently started; Ildi intended to have words when she came back home, even if he knew he'd probably fall head over heels with the new gnolless and be unable to say or do anything other than worship the very ground she walked on. This would turn out to be significantly more literal than Ildi could've ever expected, because the last letter he would ever receive would only come months later; it was summer again, and with most of the planting done, the amount of work to be done was low enough that the gnoll could afford to stay home and practice his carpentry more often than usual, occasionally glancing up at where the letters should arrive by sheer force of habit.
None came, but he wasn't left empty-handed, as rather than a piece of paper coated in gold, what he received were tremors. Barely noticeable at first, plus their lord had gotten involved with a spat with another noble a couple of duchies over, so it wouldn't be the first time a border skirmish ended with two wizards trying to blow one another up and failing. Yet, as time went on, the tremors didn't die down; in fact, they only grew more powerful, leaving Ildi significantly worried about whether or not he'd need to call for help to keep the crops from being burned to ash or frozen over by rampant spellcraft.
He was about to get up when a bright flash of light erupted from the spot where the letters were meant to arrive, one far brighter than any previous one, enough to leave several blind spots in his vision for several seconds afterwards. Once his sight recovered, what he was left with was… a block of gold. A tablet, really, inscribed with brightly-glowing runic sigils that he'd never seen before, yet for whatever reason his mind recognized instantly; he had no idea what any of them meant, but once his hands touched the oddly-warm surface of the incredibly heavy object, it all made perfect sense. And as the tremors grew louder still, he began reading:
***
Ildi,
As you read this, I am returning home. No doubt you've heard me already, so allow me to reassure you that yes, I am taking care not to step on anything or anyone, and I'm going the extra mile to ensure that all those whose properties I have to intrude upon are being adequately compensated (this isn't the only tablet I own now, just so you know). I should also tell you that I may have been embellishing my journeys in the past several letters, though not in the way one normally would; see, I didn't want you to worry, and I knew that if I just told you the truth then you'd spend your days doing nothing but worrying, so after consulting with my cohorts and having a long chat with our wizard, I decided to selectively forget to mention a few details.
Now, however, I believe it's past time that I come clean, especially since the civil war is over and I found someone to take my place as empress, though not before the throne, fighting armies on the regular and absorbing the power of eldritch ancient dragons did a number on me. You see, the stories I've been mentioning, the ones that I "heard" when reaching new places, and all the tales of brave heroines and gigantic gnolls and whatever else? Well, they were certainly told by bards, if you want to be technical about it, or, to be more precise, a bard: our own.
He's prone to exaggerating things a bit, but at this point, I'm not sure he even could, considering everything I've accomplished; turns out, the crown's curse, the one all the way back in the Reaches, was meant to sap the power of whoever put it on whenever they tried to flex their authority or attack someone in an way, in what Dorden assumes was meant as a way to deter tyrants by way of slipping their own demise onto their heads. Years of being buried, however, seemed to have turned the effect around, and seeing as we've done nothing but run around defeating increasingly more powerful creatures for money, you can imagine how things have gotten. Though, frankly, you don't really need to imagine anymore, not with me being so close; really, by the time you've finished reading this, I should be within eyesight, so why don't you put the tablet down (assuming you picked it up, that is; it's quite heavy) and just head outside? I've missed you, Ildi, and I'm sure you've missed your precious little Yatel. So why don't we have a hug? It's been a while.
Yours for eternity and forevermore, a promise made,
Yatel
***
The tremors only got worse as he went through the tablet. Ildi was sweating, though not in fear; it was hard to parse why, but everything, from the sounds to the shockwaves to the runic lettering had left him in a state of near-blind arousal from which he couldn't see himself recovering from. The gnoll genuinely had no clue why that was, but he did know that what he had to do was open the door, head outside, and look up… so he did.
There she was.
Yatel.
Her face, at least, was the same as always, even if nothing else was. She looked to be painted onto the background, her body too vast to be real, the perspective too odd for it to truly represent the reality of it; to say that she'd become a giantess would be to undersell what the gnolless' true size was, if "underselling" itself was not a euphemism for how utterly inadequate using that word was to begin with. It was excess, pure and simple; no wonder that whenever she took a step, her colossal musculature bulging, clenching and growing further from the strain, the very planet itself shook underneath her, incapable of withstanding the power packed into each motion.
Her beautiful smile was impossible to look at for more than a second or so, for her head was surrounded by a bright glowing halo; not angelic by any means, but one exuding raw power, for she had become something more than a mere adventuress, a mere heroine. Perhaps it was underscored slightly by how it began with a curse, but seeing as Yatel was now so large that entire chunks of her body were covered by cloud formations, that hardly seemed to matter.
She was coming home, to him, to tiny little insignificant him, because she loved him just as much as he loved her. How they were supposed to live together was anyone's guess, but surely the newest goddess of that world had a few ideas.
She smiled. Ildi smiled back.
It had been too long.
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Milly was nervous about using the public baths, mostly because of her friend's flirtatious nature. She was the only cowgirl in their group, and from what she could see now at the baths, the only one present. There was also several dog girls who would need to be steered clear from- dogs tend to get silly in the bathes and shake dry, which soaks everyone around them including other dogs, who then shake back onto them. Milly's friends clustered near her as they found their place to clean. She could use her friends on either side to shield herself from view at least- she was timid and wouldn't even be here if the plumbing in her apartment wasn't busted.
Milly's hair was cream colored except for a patch of jet black that was part of a black patch of skin that also covered her left eye. She had a huge patch that covered her right side as well. Her breasts were only a handful each, but there was more breasts than hands. She had four identical breasts, all just a shade more pink than the rest of her skin, and each with a slightly puffy areola and very long fat teat the same color as the rest of her breast. Slightly overlapping her pussy is a petit udder, with another black spot covering a quarter of it. The teats on the udder are identidal to on her breats, but had no areola at the base. Normally the udder looked like a huge veiny sphere, but hers was small enough that it was more like four jiggly hills fused together.
Milly had to be more careful than most about getting soap and water in her nostrils, because they are quite large. Her ears were large as well, but she can just lay them flat against her head to keep out water from those. One of her friends offered to scrub her back for her, and Milly let her, but had a feeling it would be taken advantage of. Sure enough, when she relaxed back another of her friends reached out with soapy hands to lather her chest as well- starting in the soft valley between the four breasts and sliding over the slippery wet spheres. Her last friend polished her hooves, but was quickly working her way up the legs. Milly mooed as the first friend reached her lower back, digging her palms in more of a massage than a scrubbing. She unintentionally lifted her tasseled tail at the sensation and her friend was quick to reach under and cup her pussy from behind. Milly gave a bit of a surprised yelp but quickly shut her mouth, not wanting to attract attention. The friend just smiled mischievously as started to squirm her fingers firmly into the plump vibrant pink labia, making Milly squirm. The third friend massaged her way up Milly's inner thighs, brushing her now exposed clit before cupping the lower curves of the udder and hefting it up several times, watching mesmerized by the plush flesh rocking up and down. The fat teats had enough length that they bobbed with their own rhythm separate of the rest of the udder. The friend flicked the teat with her tongue several times before hungrily attaching to the one black teat and gently sucking.
Milly couldn't help but moo at the sensation so her second friend helped her keep quite by sealing her lips with her own plump red lips in a very long kiss. The tip of her human nose just grazing the much broader, cool wet tip of Milly's bright pink demi-cow nose. With her hands she felt the silky soft flesh of Milly's ears before running her hands down her neck, tracing her collar, sliding down the slick upper breasts to flick the teats as she then grabbed the lower ones. Each teat was big enough to fill the full grip of her hands. She gently started to tug on them. She finally broke off her kiss, though was still linked to Milly's lip for a moment longer from a hair thick strand of saliva. She started to twist the teats now, causing Milly's cheaks and ears to blush bright red as she started to moo again. The first friend started to press her fingers inside her hungry, thick pussy. Knowing Milly liked it rough, she grabbed a fistfull of hair with her free hand and yanked her head back as well. Milly gripped her arm with her tail only half consciously. The second friend twisted and tugged her lower beast's teats while occasionally nibbling one of the upper ones. Like a starving animal the third friend hungrily sucked on her udder, while trying to milk two other teats with her hands.
Milly woke up in bed startled and breathless. She was...asleep? Why did her friends have to be so flirty! It felt great and was fun but she wouldn't be in situations like this. She dreamed the entire thing up, but didn't doubt that was something they would actually do. Milly had orgasmed herself awake! She groaned and blushed brightly as she felt how wet her sheets were. She was going to have to change her entire bed again, she milked herself in her sleep again. At least soaking in milk was good for the skin.
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Two Halves
Fun With Magic Potions
Sithia hummed softly to herself as she walked up the path towards the house she shared with Shir. The two had spent a great deal of time in each other's arms, snuggling, cuddling, making up for the years they had spent alone, each missing her other half, each trapped in a form not their own.
But things were better now, each half of their single soul reunited, both content to live out their days in this peaceful village. The golden scaled lizard opened the door to their house, stepping inside with a basket full of groceries from the market.
"Shir?" Sithia called, looking for her soul mate.
The blue-black femme had taken to alchemy, and spent most of her time in the basement brewing up strange potions. Surprisingly she was quite good at it. Not hearing a reply to her call, Sithia made her way down the creaky old stairs into the dark and cool environment of the basement.
The place was filled with shelves covered with vials, beakers, bottles, pouches, and packages of all sorts of strange things. Shir was nowhere to be found, however. Though there was a rather pretty bottle made of red glass sitting out on the table, a burner heating it up and making a thin blue smoke leak from the top.
Sithia walked over to the table and picked the bottle up by the comparatively cool neck and sniffed the contents. They smelled rather good, and the golden scaled lizard felt compelled to drink the heated liquid.
She did so, the warmth flowing down her throat with a pleasant berry taste and a lot of fizzing. The heat seemed to pulse through her for a moment, then dissipated. Sithia waited for something to happen, looking down at her body expectantly, but alas nothing. Maybe it had needed another ingredient?
Rats, she had hoped to surprise Shir with her changes once her soulmate had returned. Sithia walked over to the stairs, and doubled over in pain right before the first step. It felt like her chest was on fire, burning, aching.
She moaned and tore the robe away from her chest, rubbing the scales that were filled with painful burning. The sensation lessened, but a strange swelling began. Breasts. She was growing breasts!
The two femmes were completely flat, though neither really minded, since it was normal. After all, they were reptiles. No mammary glands, and thus no breasts. Sithia gasped softly as she felt sensitive nipples grow in as well. She moaned happily, they felt so good, and they were so big and beautiful
Sithia eeped as the burning returned, she ripped off the rest of her robe, watching in fascination as a small nub appeared above the slit of her sex, a nub that grew rapidly into a length of golden flesh. Flesh that soon took on the recognizable shape of a male member. An erect male member.
The golden lizard smiled, she couldn't wait to show this to Shir. She couldn't wait to put it into Shir either. Sithia's hard on throbbed painfully, demanding attention. Thankfully Sithia and her cock didn't have long to wait at all.
She heard the door open above, followed by Shir's footsteps as she walked down the stairs. Sithia moved out of sight, wanting to surprise her lover with a playful pounce. Shir yelped as she turned the corner and found her lover crashing into her, knocking her to the floor, tearing her clothes off with reptilian claws.
In a few moments Shir was stripped naked, Sithia's new cock crammed into her sex, the golden lizard thrusting away eagerly. Her blue lover giggled and reached up to cup the large new additions to her mate's body. "And where did that come from? And these?"
"Blue stuff in a red bottle." Sithia moaned, head thrown back with pleasure.
"Uhh... you weren't supposed to drink that. That was a fertility enhancement for..." Shir's train of thought was immediately derailed by a powerful twinge of pleasure in her loins that made her arch her back and gasp.
"Well, I'd say it enhanced my fertility." Sithia purred, pressing her muzzle against her blue scaled lover's. Shir opened her lips, allowing her mate's tongue inside to entwine with her own, their tails doing much the same, pulling the two together tightly.
Sithia's thrusts were harder, more forceful, she growled softly as she climaxed suddenly, thick, hot seed spurting into her mate's belly, a sensation Shir had never felt before. Her entire body seemed to tense with the sensation as she climaxed as well, a strange warmth spreading through her body with the sensation.
She cried out as a pained pleasure filled her chest and belly. Both watched as six black nipples appeared on Shir's body, the flesh beneath them swelling outward into large, beautiful breasts.
"Oh fuck... oh! OH!" moaned Shir, back arched again. With a small explosion of wetness, a thick black cock sprung from just above her cunt, glistening and eager.
The golden lizard ignored her mate's maleness, leaning down to stroke and caress the multitude of breasts that had appeared upon her lover's body. The soft gasps that her touches drew spurred her on. She lowered her head to Shir's chest, her forked tongue making slow circles around a nipple.
"Do you like this, Shir?" she purred.
"Oh yes!" came her love's near whispered reply.
Sithia grinned and began to suckle at Shir's breast, her clawed fingers slowly being brought together, stroking the soft, smooth-scaled flesh of Shir's breasts, before coming to the nipples, delivering a pair of clawed pinches that made the blue lizard buck and thrust against her.
"Mmm... you tease. You're making me so hot." Shir growled playfully, to which Sithia responded by playfully nibbling the nipple in her mouth.
It was more than Shir could take, with a giggle she grabbed her mate and rolled sideways, reversing their positions, Sithia now on the bottom and Shir on top.
"Have a taste of your own medicine!" Shir giggled, roughly grabbing Sithia's breasts, claws poking the fat nipples. The golden lizard licked her lips and looked downward at the black bounty that bobbed just above her breasts.
Shir followed her gaze downward and grinned, kneeling down atop Sithia, placing her maleness between her lover's breasts, slick fluids and smooth scales coming together to make a slick tunnel of flesh that felt delectable on Shir's new manhood. Sithia extended her tongue, lapping at the head of her lover's cock with each thrust.
"Hmm... you're not getting too much out of this, lover." Shir purred, her tail curving around, the tip poking into Sithia's sex, and then delving inward, making the golden lizard herm squirm with pleasure.
"Oooh... you naughty thing..." Sithia growled playfully, her own tail curling around, slipping beneath Shir's, pushing forcefully into the blue's tailhole. The new sensation drew a loud, long moan from the six breasted lizard, who increased the pace of her thrusting and made her tail wriggle and twist inside Sithia.
A pleasured growl escaped the gold's lip, her cunt filled with sweet scaled tail, her cock sandwiched between her body and Shir's tail, smooth scales making her feel so good. She began to make her own tail writhe inside Shir's body, making the blue herm growl as well.
The two gazed into each other's eyes, enjoying both their own pleasure, as well as their partners. The two were half-heartedly competing with one another, each trying to make the other climax first. Both smiled and threw their heads back, roaring as their hermified bodies suffered powerful dual sexed climaxes.
They lay in each other's arms for awhile, snuggling stickily in the mess of their own sexual juices, panting, tired, worn out by the wonderful experience. Both closed their eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Sithia sat upright in bed, gasping, panting. The bed was soaked, a sweet, pleasured stickiness all over her legs, thighs, tail, butt, and belly. Not a moment later, Shir sat up as well, equally gooey from the intense, sexual dream.
The two wrapped their arms around one another, tails entwining, muzzles meeting one another in a tender kiss.
"You look sexy with six breasts." Sithia said softly to Shir.
"Your cock felt so good inside me." Shir replied.
The two soulmates clung to one another in the bed, neither finding it odd they had the exact same dream. They were soulmates, two halves of the same spirit. It wasn't strange at all that they shared the same realm in sleep.
Shir and Sithia quickly drifted back into the realm of slumber, eager to undertake another wonderful adventure.
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Barroom Shenanigans
"Are you sure you want to drink that, Bernice?"
"Yes, I ordered it didn't I?"
"Really? I never would have figured you for it."
"For what? Liking a beer?"
"No, just that beer."
"What about this beer?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Don't know what?"
"Um, the side effects."
"Cheryl, what side effects?"
"The swelling."
"Seriously? Just because it's called Big Muff beer?"
"Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you about this place."
"I will…Ooh. Um, wait a sec."
"Uh-huh. How many beers did you have before I got here anyway?"
"Four, I think."
"Wow, I hope you like that stool."
"Why, ooh, mmm, what is going to hap… urp… pen?"
"I think you mean, what is happening? You're going to want to get
those panties off before they snap."
"Um, too… uff… late."
"I see that. Let me flag down a waitress to get you a towel."
"Thank… oof… you. Hey did I?"
"Yep, you did. How's does it feel now?"
"Um, weird, but, uh, nice."
"Yep. Wiggle around a bit, it'll settle in place real nice."
"Ooh, yeah it does."
"Never had a whole barstool up your cooch before?"
"Uh, no, I kind of wasn't equipped for it before tonight."
"You might want to lay off that brand of beer for a while or you're
going to need something even bigger to fill you."
"How… ooh… am I supposed to get home like this?"
"Oh, don't worry, Blake will help you up at closing time if you've not
managed to waddle out of here by then."
"Ahh, yeah, I think I might… ah… be making a mess."
"Yeah, I'd better get a wet floor sign for you."
"So, what are you drinking, anyway?"
"Busty Brew."
"Uh… so what's that do?"
"Well, if I keep it to one bottle tonight, I'll walk out of here with a
couple extra cup sizes, and I think that man right over there."
"Ooh, he's… mmm… cute. I don't suppose he'd like to give a girl a
hand."
"I don't know, but he's looking this way."
"If I can get off this stool, I'd love to wrap him up in these luscious
lips. Mmm."
"Hey, I saw him first, he's mine."
"Come now, can't we share?"
"Heads or tails?"
"Heads. I don't think he's got the equipment I need right now, but I
think he might do a fine job sucking on my clit. She needs some
loving."
"I can live with that. Ooh, hey, it's starting."
"Oh wow, nice knockers."
"Thanks. Now let me go fetch us some man meat for the evening."
"Hurry back. Ahh. Then again, a few more minutes with this bar stool
won't hurt."
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New Found Filaments
Penelope as everyone called her, though she preferred Penny, hummed happily to herself as she browsed through the museum's storage building. Originally meant to be a collection of labs in name of the funds donor, it had been abandoned when a larger, state of the art building had been provided some years down the line, and with Verath J. Bloodwright well in the ground.
Penny spent most of her time in the Bloodwright Building. The daughter of the museum's long time curator, she had originally been given a job by her father when she was 12, and had made herself indispensable in the thirty years since. Ignored by most of the staff, she seemed to exist only when something needed to be found.
Right now she was looking for the hard copy of notes for an archeologist down in South America. Kelly Crane had a CD scan of them, but her e-mail had said sometime about spilling honey on it.
Frankly Penny was a bit surprised. Despite the solar battery charger and the satellite phone, she didn't think that with the rainforest canopy and such that there would be a place high and clear enough for sustained data transmission.
She'd found the document up in the archive library, and was browsing through it as she walked to the computer lab to set the thing in the rapid document scanner. Though rapid was a relative term. It took a good ten minutes to scan the 100 pages, which gave Penny enough time to take a look at each page once it was done scanning, checking out the images of the runic writing, anyway.
Her brow became increasingly furrowed as symbols tickled a memory of something that they had in the university's collection deep down in the subbasement of the Bloodwright Building.
She wracked her memory to find where exactly the item was. It was labeled as an ancient fertility idol. Bottom floor, back in one of the storage closets where it was sitting on a shelf.
She copied the scanned files to her USB drive and began the long walk to put the document back where she found it, and then back to her office in the Bloodwright Building, converting the images to the a more e-mail friendly format and smaller size, followed by attaching an e-mail and beginning the process of sending the large files over the plodding internet connection.
So with nothing else to do for awhile, Penny stepped out of her office, locking the door behind her, and making the climb down several flights of stairs into the seldom visited, and even more seldom cleaned, subbasement.
She picked up a broom left in a corner, holding it in front of her to gather the strands of spider web that had been spun since the last time she'd been down here. If it was down the far, odds were that no one would want to look at the thing; though Kelly might want to study it when she got back, or could possibly want pictures of the object to study while she was down in Brazil. First Penny had to find the stone phallus.
Penny had quite a collection of webbing on the broom before she got to the closet, and opening the closet and clearing out the inside made quite a ball on the end of the bristles.
Kept in darkness, there was a soft, golden glow coming from one of the long forgotten storage bins. Oddly enough, it was the one that Penny remembered the item as being in. She slid the plastic bin off the shelf, looking down at what was inside.
It confused her greatly. The black penile shape that she recalled wasn't present. The same runes were there, but what was in the bin in front of her was a well sculpted, obsidian spider with runes on its legs and abdomen.
Three runes glowed on the abdomen, positioned in a triangular shape. Despite the urge to pluck it out and look it over, she patiently carried it back to her office, opening up her personal webmail account to send Kelly a message about the spider and its runes, and a small JPG of the three glowing runes.
Penny stared at the stone spider on her desk, she wanted to pick it up and look it over. But she wasn't about to possibly ruin an ancient treasure with the acid and oil on her fingertips.
She got up and went to one of the archive rooms for a pair of cotton gloves to handle the spider with. Much to her surprise she found an e-mail waiting for her from Kelly. The lit sigils meant "Absorb Animal Essence." Kelly said that it was some sort of storage device with writings inside. There were instructions included to unlock it.
Penny bit her lip and did as instructed. First was finding a rune that looked like a person's head and shoulders with a circle around it. It meant 'Self.' She pressed it, followed by something similar with a dot inside, "Mind", neck and torso with a dot inside, "Body", and one that looked like a dotted outline of the head and neck 'Spirit.'
Next were the runes for "Enhancement", a bunch of outward pointing arrows, "Fertility", a trio of circles arranged in a triangle, two little over one big, "Sensation" wavy lines over a pair of circles, and "Desire", wavy lines over a Y shape.
The dust got to Penny and her nose tingled. She sneezed, her fingers pressing several more runes, including the final in the sequence, "Release Stored Energy." What she had pressed where a trio of small figures by the "Self" rune, Fertility again, and the large glowing sigil on the spider's abdomen that represented 'Animal.'
With the sneeze, she had instinctively pulled the spider to her chest. She cried out in pain, the obsidian legs, ending in sharp points, drove themselves into her neck and breasts. But though the eight sharp points shredded her turtleneck, there was no pain, only a soft, comforting warmth.
The black spider began to sink into hear, tearing through her clothes. Penny yelped and removed her shirt, looking down at the spreading gray coloration over her skin. The muscles on her back writhed. The gray taint spread down her arms, reaching her hands; Penny's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her short nails turning dark and extending into pointed claws.
The spider's abdomen pushed effortlessly into Penny's sternum, the head at her throat. The skin where the spider touched directly turned a grey-blue. She rubbed at it in disbelief, gasping softly at the pleasurable sensation it gave her. She traced the spider totem's legs on her breasts, curious. Her fingertips followed the narrow legs that trailed over her rather flat chest. She moaned with pleasure, a heat flooding her loins.
The spider's warmth had spread through her torso, the tickling sinking into her insides, her internal organs squirming a bit. For a moment the spreading seemed to stop, and then it returned with a vengeance, centered on her sex.
Penny tilted her head back, hips bucking at the strange pleasure that cascaded through her as the spider vanished completely into her flesh. She tore off her shirt with her sharp, black claws, gripping her breasts. She wanted to reach into her pants, to douse the growing heat that was building in there, but she didn't have enough hands to do so. She couldn't bare to pull a hand away from her chest.
She felt her fingers change, shifting, becoming thicker. And then her hands started to split. Still caressing her breasts, which had begun to expand, Penny watched the gap between her middle and ring fingers extend down her hand, down to her wrist. She felt the bones reform into a new configuration, the radius and ulna splitting as well. She now had four bones in her forearm.
Forearms. The skin and muscle continued to split, giving her two arms below the elbow. Though smaller at first, they continued to grow until they became equal with her first pair, and then beyond it, the fingers growing even thicker.
Now new arms entirely! The split continued past her elbow, the humerus dividing into two bones, the muscles of her back, her shoulder blades, and her rib cage all shifting to accommodate the new limbs.
Then they began to split again. The two fingers of each lower arm began to slip, each finger becoming two, the two original fingers parting as they had from the upper pair.
The four new limbs quickly grew to mirror her uppermost hands, two slender fingers, each tipped with a sharp, black claw. The only thing missing were the thumbs, and just as Penny thought of the missing digits, they began to appear, growing outward.
She smiled and began to tear her pants away from her gray skinned frame as a jolt of pleasure made her stop. Her eyes virtually rolled back with the sheer power of it. There was a ripping sound, and something pierced through her slacks of its own accord. It was a foot and a half long, deep black, glistening, and had what appeared to be small claws on the back of the head.
Penny gasped softly and wrapped two hands around her long, thin member, the other two slipped into her pants, stroking her sex. Her slacks, shoes, and socks began to grow increasingly tighter, but Penny couldn't possibly stop. It felt so good.
Black claws tore through her old, worn sneakers. Penny slide from her chair, dropping to the floor, her pants torn from her body as her legs split, much as her arms had. She caught herself with two of her new arms, her body shaking with both pleasure and change.
Something grew from her tailbone, engulfing her rump and hips and continuing to grow and swell. Penny's eight new legs shifted to the sides and continued to grow. She opened her mouth and let out a pleasured hissing sound as she continued to masturbate, short grey fur sprouting over her body, covering her skin.
As her new abdomen grew backwards, her face popped and shifted, moving forward, creating a longer, narrower shape, more predatory. Penny's tongue traced over her new fangs and she closed her eyes for a moment. Her face shifted further, and she opened her eyes all eight of them, all bright blue.
She pushed herself up on her eight spidery legs, testing them for the first time, her large abdomen providing the perfect counterbalance to her humanoid torso. Penny hissed again as she felt the sensation of change over her body begin to fade. She rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to caress her member, as they too ended in a trio of clawed digits, though they were more claw than finger.
Penny caressed the spots on her chest and belly where the change was now centered, four new nipples appearing, the flesh beneath then expanding, blossoming into two pairs of new breasts. Six of them to match her six arms. Tears leaked from her largest eyes, she felt so good, so horny, so sexy, she had to climax, but her body just wouldn't.
Her breasts continued to grow, to swell, to become more sensitive, increasing her pleasure to greater and greater peaks. Larger still, until they reached the size of her original breasts, and then all six continued onward.
Penny's member joined in the act, lengthening, thickening, odd shapes appearing on its length, to better provide pleasure to anyone she mated. She realized what the glistening, black, back-facing spines were for. She was a hunter, she would stalk and pounce her prey, and make sure that they would be unable to get away.
The spider-taur felt the warmth of the change dimming, all that remained was a faint tickle over her skin that spread into her fur. Dark blue designs appearing and then... knowledge. Oh the wonderful things she could do!
Penny cried out as her climax came at last, the result of her climax a thick gush that rocketed up and clung to the ceiling, quickly drying. On exposure to the air, her seed would quickly dry into a sort of webbing, keeping capsules of it active in thin bubbles, able to transform anyone unlucky enough to wonder into it.
With her large spider-body provided a great deal of storage for climactic fluids and for... a predatory grin crossed her face. The spider was fully aware of what all the runes that had been on the obsidian carving meant, and the effects that had been unleashed upon her body.
For years what she remembered as a stone phallus had sat in the isolated storage closet, set to absorb the essence of whatever animals happened to touch it. For decades all that it had seen were spiders. And upon her touch, it had released it all into her, making Penny more spider in body than human. The power that now filled her wasn't supposed to be able to do that.
Penny giggled and grabbed a stand of cum-webbing, bringing it to her cunny, the strong muscles pulling it in. She would need reinforcements to be able to accomplish what she had in mind.
An entire museum full of fossils and samples of long extinct species.
An entire college campus to inflict them upon.
Oh the possibilities.
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Another day and another bra ruined. As usual.
Getting up used to be so easy. No weights, no leaking, no having to worry about measuring
himself for the purpose of reporting back to an observation team that was clearly more worried
about pictures than data. And to think he had all of that to worry about when all he really wanted
to begin with was a small enough boost to his figure that he could finally rock that outfit one of
his friends bought for him. A simple request, and yet one that ended up so botched that Cuda still
wondered why he hadn't contacted his lawyer.
Rubbing his eyes, he slowly heaved himself off the bed and made the slow walk to the
bathroom. Moving anywhere in the morning was such a chore that he sometimes felt like not
doing it at all; certainly wouldn't be the first time he lounged around doing nothing until his
stomach started growling, but he had actual work to do that day and thus couldn't afford to just
lie there watching himself get bigger. Besides, he already had enough of that during the night;
the usual routine of measuring up his breasts and nuts was something that had happened so many
times already that the initial allure had completely died off, leaving only clinical detachment and
a notebook full of measurements that presented a suspiciously growing trend.
For the bun, this was just a fact of life. He was slowly getting bigger whether or not he liked
it, and until the treatment decided to stop working its magic, he'd just have to deal with it. The
one positive aspect was that he still obeyed some basic laws of physics: namely, if drained, he'd
get smaller. It seemed like such a small thing, and yet Cuda was very much aware of other,
"natural" hypers whose bodies went in the exact opposite direction, or simply refused to shrink
down when needed. That he could still demand that of his own assets was a boon, even if the
need to carry around a milking machine in the trunk of his car still struck him as incredibly
embarrassing. To say nothing of having to explain why it was even there at all.
As usual, the pumps themselves were right by his side in the kitchen, ready to be used while
he ate breakfast. It was the norm for him, its mystique and arousal qualities too reduced to
near-zero by constant use; it was still pleasurable, at least physically, but Cuda saw it more as an
unfortunate necessity than anything else, making it quite obvious that the real victim in all of this
had been his sense of wonderment and ability to experience kinky lewdery like he used to. If
anyone told him he'd find the idea of milking his tits to be banal just a month before, he
would've blushed furiously and tried to pretend like he wasn't very much in love with the idea of
even having milky tits to begin with. Now though? Just another part of his day.
Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't have time to do it. A chance glance at the clock above the
door nearly provoked a spit take when the bun saw he had somehow woken up about an hour
after he should, and was now seriously late for work. He rushed to the bedroom, only to turn
back around and stop at the door to the kitchen. The pumps were still there, untouched, left alone
in his rush to get into some clothes that fit so he wouldn't piss off his manager too badly. But in
being there, it meant they weren't attached to where they should be, which itself led to the
uncomfortable realization that he hadn't milked himself yet that morning. A quick look down
revealed why this was a significant problem.
He was productive. Very productive. So productive, in fact, that he could usually drain
himself to about half his "awakening size" just by emptying out into the milking machine. While
this wasn't saying much, as even his smallest forms were still big enough to draw everyone's
attention, they were still more wieldy than a pair of balls that dragged along the floor and a set of
tits that covered most of his chest. Both were hotspots for noise as well, loudly churning away
with each step and quietly sloshing even when he was standing still, something that never truly
went away, but that the milkings helped mitigate. Thus, he was stuck in a bit of a dilemma: sit
down and let the machine run its course, alleviating his issues but adding at least half an hour to
his late timer… or forgo the milking entirely and risk it, hoping to use his lunch break to get
through whatever build-up there was.
It was the first time since his procedure that this happened, and now that it had… Cuda didn't
really know what to do. He had never been forced to deal with his productivity going unchecked
for more than a night's sleep, leaving him without any real frame of reference for what might
happen to his body. If anything, he was more worried about the possibility that he might leak
onto the computer at work more than anything; he'd probably be forced to pay for it out of
pocket!
Sighing in resignation, the bun decided not to activate the pumps, choosing to risk spillage
rather than stretch his manager's patience even more than it probably already was. Getting into
anything decent was a challenge and a half, since he didn't really… own anything of that size.
The best he could do was stretch out his largest shirt, and that still ended up revealing a good
third of his breasts as overflowing cleavage, barely covered by a hastily-chosen jacket; the same
could be said for his package down below, a good portion of which was very much visible above
the specially-designed bulge sack his pants now had. It wasn't the best, nor was it in any way
adequate… but it was the only thing he had.
Plenty of people stared at him when he walked to his car, including a few of his neighbors
who happened to be nearby; some even tried to say something, opening their mouths before
whatever words they were thinking got stuck in their throats. Didn't help that Cuda was
struggling to bring the milker down the stairs, being stuck in the bloated state he was, nor that he
clearly wasn't designed to be in the driver's seat anymore. Despite pushing the darned thing as
far back as it went, he still had to physically heave himself upward just to prevent his breasts
from pressing on the horn, which made reaching the pedals even harder than it already was given
the massive sack constantly trying to push down on all of them. The end result was his drive to
work took thrice as long as it normally did, at which point Cuda had to wonder if it wouldn't
have been better to just milk himself in the kitchen and then speed as quickly as he could.
The initial reception wasn't all that sparkling either, with his shift manager torn between
demanding an explanation for the tardiness and wanting to know why one of his employees had
suddenly turned into a hyper overnight. Half-hearted explanations and platitudes were offered,
along with a request to bring the pumps from the car into one of the bathrooms, neither of which
were received with anything less than utter scorn and an order to get to his office as quickly as
possible.
The bun was left practically panicking at the thought that he wouldn't be able to drain
himself. Who knew what would happen now that he'd have another eight hours ahead of him to
look forward to, with nothing to let him relieve the pressure in the meantime? It was enough to
make him want to shout, which he avoided doing purely because he was, frankly, loud enough
already. Every coworker on the way to his office craned their necks to stare at him, which didn't
really strike him as embarrassing as it should be, a thought that in itself caused such an immense
amount of blushing that the bun hurried up to lock himself somewhere where no one could see
him.
Once safely inside his private space, it was time to get to work milking himself. Or… not.
Cuda caught himself thinking that thought, only to experience a double take of epic proportions
once he processed it; did he just think that? It was an odd feeling, losing control of one's thought
process, but it absolutely wasn't his job that he had in mind. All he could think of were his
milk-filled udders, so plump and full and ready to be tugged at and milked for all they were a
worth, a series of mental images that would've brought his hands to his teats were it not for his
phone ringing right next to him. Even then he still took his sweet time looking down, admiring
how his bust was large enough to obscure his chest, hands trembling as they approached it, eager
to remove his clothes and get to work emptying those things all over his office. It was such an
appealing prospect, in fact, that he was already holding onto the fabric before he pulled himself
out of the hole, snapping back to reality and focusing on taking the call.
Obviously, it was something that only made his situation even worse: a casual reminder on
the part of his boss that, thanks to a certain few people being on medical leave, Cuda had to be
the one to deal with their workflow; specifically, a whole heap of reports that were meant to be
delivered by five o'clock in the afternoon, in addition to whatever it was the rabbit had to do
himself. It was commanded, not requested, and with a tone of voice that left plenty to be desired,
but he couldn't really do anything about it; he was told to finish the reports, and he was going to
finish the bloody reports, even if it left him unable to move.
That didn't mean he'd do it without a large measure of bitterness hanging over him. Of all
the days for medical leave to bite him in the ass, it had to be that one, after he deliberately chose
not to use his right to it precisely to avoid this kind of bureaucratic backlog. He wasn't mad at his
coworkers, though; if anything, he was beating himself up for being stupid enough to show up to
work without milking himself to a more manageable size. Stuck in his office until he could get
everything finished, the bun pushed away any expectation he might've had of slinking away into
the nearest bathroom in order to enjoy some time alone, and even during lunch break he had to
give up his plans; there was no way he was getting things done by five if he stuck around for the
whole duration, forcing him to gobble up his heated leftovers and then rush back to his office to
wrap everything up as quickly as possible.
This of course had the obvious side-effect of drawing a lot of unwanted attention to his body.
Cuda's transformation wasn't secret; it would be impossible to keep it as such given how
patently and immediately obvious it was, but what no one knew was just how large he could get
without proper management. His coworkers all assumed that he had simply boosted himself up
from flat to curvaceous; at no point did they imagine the unassuming bun could ever develop tits
to cover most of their chest, or a pair of balls that he had drag behind him as he struggled to
move from corridor to corridor. It was enough to get them to stop working and stare, very few
bothering to actually help, which led to a lot of complaints on the part of the management staff
who caught them ogling Cuda; last time this happened with a hyper they were all dangerously
close to getting sued for harassment.
Not that the bun would ever bother with that; he didn't blame them for staring, seeing as he
himself really wanted to as well. In fact, if he were allowed to do whatever he wanted, he'd be
stripping down to his underoos and pleasuring himself right there and then until the whole floor
was made white with his milk. Sadly, he still had his reports to finish, so the bun had to force
himself through a door he could barely fit in, sit at a desk that was too far away for him to do
anything, and power through what had to be the biggest, deepest sense of dread he'd ever had to
deal with in his life.
He was going to burst. Not literally, obviously, but the metaphorical dam was already
overflowing and he was a single drop away from losing control. He could already feel his shirt
getting damp in two compromising spots, his pants beginning to rip quietly whenever he wasn't
paying too much attention, and his whole body becoming so warm that sweat began to pour
down his brow in far too copious a quantity. He wanted to focus on his job, he really did; it was
just exceedingly difficult to do so when he had to deal with his body slowly going out of control.
Miraculously, he somehow managed to do it anyway, entering a kind of meditative trance
born out of years of practice; if there was anything Cuda was good at, it was getting paperwork
done, so it wasn't all that surprising to him that his brain decided he should be locked out of the
decision-making process until his job was done. The bun spent hours not really understanding
where he was, simply feeling himself exist while growing larger, all while his fingers typed away
at a keyboard that became increasingly menaced by his swelling bust. Despite putting none of his
mind into it, and being all-but certain that the "finished" reports had a myriad of typos, they were
still finished; a quick look through them confirmed that the essentials were there, allowing Cuda
to send them to his boss, check the time and decide he could afford to leave five minutes early.
Getting back in his car was… possible. Not exactly doable, but still possible; now, driving it
home on the other hand, that was a different story altogether. Cuda still tried, giving everyone on
the road a good look as he slowly walked down the stairs, wobbling and sloshing aggressively as
he did, then tried to stuff himself into a driver's seat that was much too small for someone of his
immense girth. He should've given up at the first attempt, but went on for five more before
finally conceding that there was just no way he was ever going to get in and be able to drive at
the same time; if not for the size, then for how much his tits and nuts were getting in the way of
him thinking straight.
The taxi arrived a few minutes later, its driver asking no questions whatsoever when he
helped the bun place the milking machine from their trunk into the cab's front seat; the back
portion of the vehicle was reserved for the bun himself, who had to lie down and hope the
vibrations weren't enough to set him off. At least his chaperone was polite enough to go as
slowly as he could, deliberately avoiding any sharp turns and taking the longest, safest route
possible before parking in front of Cuda's house, then helping him out through the trunk again.
The man even offered to get him up the stairs as well, and while the bun seriously considered the
offer for a few moments, he ultimately decided against it, for a variety of reasons… though
mostly because he didn't want to rope anyone else into what was about to happen with him.
How exactly the elevator didn't break under the strain of his weight was anyone's guess,
though it did creak ominously as it ground to a halt, giving Cuda just enough of an opening that
he could "sprint" to his front door and lock himself inside. Once safely within, all bets were off
and every limit he had imposed on himself vanished instantly; the bun ripped his shirt off, an
easy feat given how stretched it was, not even bothering to do anything to his pants given how
his cock alone was able to destroy them the moment he laid hands on his tits. There would be no
waiting, no dragging himself to the bathroom or even activating the pumps; he had to do it by
hand.
Hours passed. He wasn't sure whether or not he fell asleep, collapsed from exhaustion or just
went into a dissociative fugue state, but what he did know was that a large chunk of his day,
looking back, was nothing but hours upon hours of unbridled, mindless pleasure, with him
returning to reality at the very end, holding onto a pair of breasts that were both mercifully empty
and thankfully much smaller than they had been for most of the day. Attempting to remember
what he did to himself was entirely unnecessary; a quick look around revealed a mess of milk
and cum that could only have been caused by an eruption of unprecedented scale, and given how
his cock was still twitching, spurts of his seed falling all around him, it was probably what woke
him back up to begin with.
Everything was white, sticky and smelled of an odd mixture of salty and sweet. He was going
to have to spend a whole day cleaning up, then explaining to his neighbors what the aroma was.
But he didn't care.
In fact, he wanted to try it again.
|
Heating Things Up
(Rewrite & Art)
Art by MssSnake
Her mind wandered a moment as she twisted the key in the lock.
Faint echoes of dirty thoughts stirring in her mind. She pushed them
away, not ready for what they portended.
Inside, the shoes hit the floor with a satisfying thud as she reached up
and slid a hand under her shirt to unclasp her bra. A stray whisp of
chestnut hair, its tip still tinged with a vibrant blue, escaped from
behind her ear and tickled her nose. She blew it out of the way with a
light puff, only to have it settle back across her face again. This time
she chose to ignore it.
"Oh, that's better," Leah said as she shook her tits free of the
uncomfortable bra that she'd been wearing all day. Untucking her
blouse, she pulled the garment out carefully from under her blouse.
She took a quick sniff of it, wondering if it needed washing. Satisfied
that it wasn't quite yet in need of it, she draped the offending
undergarment over the back of a chair that stood in the entryway. A
good airing out wouldn't hut it.
She slid her small hands across her blouse, taking a moment to rub her
sore breasts through the thin fabric. A soft contented sigh slipped
between her lips as she squeezed them once more and let them fall
back against her chest. Her hands slid down, rubbing her hips lightly
through the dark fabric of her pencil skirt. She'd discard that soon
enough too.
Lifting her heels from the floor, she checked them over, making sure
there were no scuff marks. Satisfied that they hadn't been damaged,
she deposited them in the shoe caddy carefully next to all her other
shoes. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw the pile of her lover's
shoes that filled the floor, unkempt.
It's not worth it, she told herself, as she decided not to pick them up
and put them away. She'd have to tell him again later. She hated a
cluttered home.
Leah unzipped her skirt as she walked into the bedroom, its fabric
hanging off her hips, not quite ready to slid off her. It was quiet, and
she settled down on the edge of the bed, another soft sigh slipped out
as she lifted her foot to give it a good rub through the nylon toes of
her stockings. She soon repeated the process on the other, her fingers
felt nice through the restrictive fabric, and she enjoyed the sensation,
though she wondered if her manicurist could fit her in for a nice
pedicure and foot massage this week along with her normal manicure.
Standing up, she slid the blazer she wore off her shoulders, carefully
hanging it up, her hands reaching down to divest herself of the skirt
that now barely clung to her, only to find herself nearly jump as an arm
slid around her belly. Her heart pounded as she felt her boyfriend's
strong embrace, his silence almost unnerving as she felt his lips upon
her neck, softly kissing. His hands were cool, and they roved under the
edge of her blouse, her tummy trembling at their touch.
"Hey babe." Jacob said, his breath blowing hot on her ear as he nuzzled
it slightly.
Feelings started to well up inside her, but she shoved down on them.
"Not tonight, Jacob." She said as she pushed his hands down slightly
from where they were rising toward her breasts. She ached and she
was tired, but he knew how to push her buttons and her stomach
already had just done a little flip at his mere touch.
"Aww, come on, you said that last night too." He said, cajoling her.
She pushed his hands further down, away from her soft mons that he
had started to tickle. "Look, I promise, I'll make it up to you. I just
don't feel up to it." Not entirely the truth. She was always up for it,
under the right circumstances. She had been ever since puberty had
hit her with a proverbial truck.
Jacob's hands didn't leave though, instead they slid down her slender
hips, feeling the nylon that encased them. His breath was hot on her
ear as he nibbled slightly at it. She could almost feel the sly grin on his
face.
Leah wanted to say no again, but it was already too late. She knew it.
Her body was going to have its way. The squirming in her stomach told
her as much. She fumbled with skirt, letting it slide off her into a
crumpled mess on the floor. She wanted to get out of the nylons,
hoping not to ruin them like the last time, but his touch was driving
her wild. His fingers dancing across the fabric. She could already feel
things starting to happen as her body began to respond.
He only smiled wider as the ear he was nibbling on began to shift,
longer, pointier. He knew her weakness. Encouraged he began to kiss
down her neck, every now and again returning to her lengthening ear
to watch it grow long and pointed, a sure sign he had changed her
mind. Or at least her body had decided that it agreed with him.
Leah could feel her ears, they were super sensitive to each caressing
touch, each little nibble making her body respond a little faster as the
heat began to build. Soon the changes started to sweep through her,
her desire becoming part of her living flesh. A shiver ran up her spine
as the swirling sensation of her stomach churned deeper, sinking lower
as it settled into a deep throbbing need in her groin. An emptiness she
needed filled. Each pulse she could feel that space between her legs
growing, a heaviness began to settle into it as it expanded. Fuller,
thicker, longer as she could feel the wetness begin to seep, its
pungency pricking her nose with the whiff of her own scent. Her body
eager to display her need. She could feel her lips squish now between
her thighs. So full, yet luxuriously soft and yielding.
Her body began to rock back and forth now, in time with his caresses,
even as his hands moved up and down her body. From the crest of her
swollen mons to the swelling that now began to overtake her breasts.
His dexterous hands quickly undoing the buttons on her blouse, letting
free the swelling orbs. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders,
only adding to his amusement as her breasts shook under his fingers,
letting him feel their expanding shape in the palms of his hands. The
nipples swelled, becoming hard, aching. He obliged her a moment,
letting his hands swiftly tweaking them and rolling the tips. Another
moan escaped her. She ground her hips into him slightly, but his hands
retreated, sliding down to her hips that rocked back and forth.
Their curves had already swollen, wider, making room for the mass of
flesh that now filled the space between them, and more. His fingers
hitched up under the band of the nylons, feeling the soft slickness of
them over the rounded curves. She wiggled a little in response. A
small series of pops shifting them in their nylon sheath. Her body was
responding more quickly. The weight in her ass had shifted now too
as it swelled slightly in response, curving more into her lover, the
weight pressing more into the denim of his pants, feeling the firmness
of what she wanted waiting for her.
Leah was starting to pant slightly; she knew that it wouldn't be long
now before she needed it within her. Already her body was preparing
her for the moment when she could sink herself down on his rod.
She felt his fingers begin to pull down on the nylon's waistband,
freeing up the small rises that were slowly budding from the space
between her navel and mons. Their curving shape spilling out over the
fabric's edge as his hands passed over them. They responded to his
gentle rubbing by swelling more. She could feel it as one, then the
other, had a swelling teat erupt from its delicate surface giving her yet
another erogenous point to draw pleasure from.
His fingers continued downward though, sliding over the bulge of her
mons as he dragged the nylons lower, freeing up her womanhood from
the encasing. It almost popped out, jiggling slightly, as the lips stood
out thick and firm between her curvaceous hips. The dampness
quickly coated his exploring fingertips, letting him slide under it,
exploring the folds, a single finger diving deep between the velvety
plump lips. She engulfed it, feeling it swirl around the throbbing nub
of her clit, and tickle the inner folds that waited.
Her sudden gasp might have been to let him know he'd found the
mark, or it could have been the sudden shift in her legs as they
stretched and folded in new angles. His hand withdrew, sliding the
back against her supple thighs. He could feel the soft prickling of the
hair on her thighs, a legacy of her shave last night, that was giving way
to something more. Under the nylons a creeping march of soft fur that
slid from her hips downward to her feet, coating the new shape of her
legs in a soft brown mass.
Her normally dainty feet twinged, causing her to grimace slightly
through her hormone induced haze of pleasure. She could feel her
nails growing, the toes fusing as they shifted. Her nylons wouldn't
survive this. She didn't care now though. Her body was demanding,
nearly done with the changes. Runs developed as the hard edges
pushed out, slowly splitting the syntenic at the tips. She pushed down
on what remained of them, no longer wanting to delay. Soon she
managed to kick them off, freeing her body fully. Her panties, barely
still on, followed suit and lay crumpled on the floor, sopping with her
own juices. She'd regret the urgency later, but right now her body
demanded of her.
Jacob leaned his head back, alerted by the twitching in his lover's ears.
He watched as two horns split free from the sides of her head, pressing
outwards, spiraling around the sides of her head. He took that
moment to grasp ahold of her swollen udders, their firmness pressed
into his hands, his fingers carefully massaging the sensitive teats, now
standing out every bit as hard as the aching nipples on her enormous
breasts.
Her panting was becoming pronounced now, punctuated by moans
and sounds of desire that were slightly inhumane. Her ass rubbing
hard against his jeans. He loved every moment of it, especially
watching small puff of brown that erupted from the top of her ass,
fluttering, and wiggling in the air.
He could smell her clearly now. Thick, with a pungency that no human
could match as she turned to kiss him deeply, forcing him back to the
bed. Her body now certain of its course as he hit the bed, bouncing
slightly while she ripped at his jeans, the button and zipper barely
undone before she yanked them off his legs. There was an almost
guttural "ah" from her as she succeeded.
Leah eyed him lustily, her blue eyes still human even if she clearly
wasn't. His large cock spring up from his boxers in anticipation, and
she licked her lips before discarding the boxers just as she'd done with
the pants moments before.
The force of her heat was overwhelming. In the back of her mind, she
wondered why she tried to repress it so. It felt so good, and in the
desperation for release she was a slave to it. But the thoughts didn't
last as her fingers slid down, feeling her own wetness as the grool
spread down her lips, dripping onto her furred thighs. She felt them,
lips designed to take so much more than he could ever offer her. She
wished he could be like the porn she consumed, endowed as if he were
more equine than human. A dreamy thought that only drove her
wilder.
Lying naked on the bed, Jacob watched her gyrating. His gaze shifted
between the swaying of her breasts, to her teats, to the dangling lips
that sat below those lower mounds. Their bare skin, still betraying her
Mediterranean heritage contrasted beautifully with the dark brown
fur of her curvaceous legs. They were huge, lewdly so, and he could
feel his cock strain to full attention as she moved towards them, letting
him watch the gentle shift and squish of them between her thighs.
Perhaps later she'd let him convince her to sit on his face with those
velvety soft curtains.
But it wasn't to be now. She wasted little time climbing atop him. She
swung one hip over him, giving him a delightful view of her swollen
vulva and tail as she settled down into a reverse cowgirl position, their
favorite.
Jacob's fingers found his way to her furry tush and kneaded the firm
buttocks that she presented, even as she sank her enormous cunt
down and took all nine inches of his erect cock, and he could swear
half of his balls, deep into herself. Her eyes rolled, fluttering slightly
as a satisfied sound escaped her lips. He played a little with her tail for
good measure, eliciting a bit of a giggle from the woman turned
satyress who now rode him.
Leah's motions began to pick up speed, her body desperate for a full
release. He tried vainly to keep up, lifting his hips under her to drive
himself deeper. She clenched down, powerful muscles hoping to suck
every ounce of him into her. Slowly she began to arch, her hands
fondling her own breasts as she got into the rhythm that she liked, one
hand occasionally snaking down to tweak her sensitive teats as they
slapped against her thighs with each bounce.
He tried to hold it in, to last a big longer. She always wanted longer.
But her body was too much for him and she could feel the warmth of
his seed splashing into her, spraying against her inner walls, even as
he grunted. She rode him to a small wave of orgasm. Perhaps for
another woman that would have been earth shattering, but for her it
was just a small crest. It helped, she'd needed it, but she always
wanted more. She gave some attention to her own clit as she eked
out just a bit more from herself, feeling her body clench on the
softening man meat between her voluptuous lips. A shiver ran
through her, as she rolled off him.
He lay there, his cock no longer hard enough to give her the
satisfaction of riding it. She absently fondled its softening length as
she felt the warm mixture of her juices and his spunk beginning to
dribble out of her. The mixture leaving her in a cooling puddle of
pungency that soaked into her fur. She didn't care though; her mind
lay preoccupied with how long it might take her lover to recover for
another round.
Her inner self now commanded her mind. The deep secret she'd
hidden from so many for years now free again. She reveled in the raw
passion of her true form. It's undeniable eroticism and the deep
craving for sensuality that drove it. She licked her lips. Her human self
might have shied away from it, but still dribbling she turned and
straddled him again. This time her lips, meaty and full, pressed against
his mouth.
She would get her satisfaction one way or another. For his part, Jacob
only smiled dully, knowing the next few hours were going to be
unadulterated joy as his satyress girlfriend sated every carnal need she
had. Eventually they'd have to clean up the mess, as she would slowly
slide back into her human form. Slender, elegant. But for now? All
that could wait. His cock twitched a little, life returning to it as he felt
her grind upon his face, his chin already sticky with their combined
taste. Soon enough she'd notice the slow rise of his cock to attention,
and then she would pounce on it. He could only grin as he returned
his attention to her lusciousness.
|
(FtM TF Deer)
Alice sighed as she looks out the window behind her office cubical. The trees all through the city are turning orange, yellow, and bright red- the vibrant colors of autumn have returned. The heat of summer had not completely left yet but... Alice still felt like another summer passed her by. Between work, life in general, and the things she likes to do to unwind... she never really does anything summer-y. Or wintery when winter comes for that matter. She always envisions plans to do stuff but then ends up just sticking to her regular routine anyway. Worse still- her regular routine doesn't include a significant other. And if she never really goes out- there is no opportunity to meet anyone, either. In all honestly; she did not really crave the companionship or the general maintenance relationships require. What she did miss was having someone yank her head back by her ponytail and slam a dick into her. Women have needs too.
Alice is good looking- if she actually willed herself to go out and look, it probably wouldn't take her long to snag someone. She has soft peach toned skin and deep red-brown, violently wavy hair she usually keeps tied back. She is fairly tall with average figure and pert D cup breasts, her eyes are a diffused blue that almost looks silver, and she has plump, pouty scarlet lips without even needing lipstick. Unfortunately not many people ever seen her- when she is not enclosed on three sides by a cubical at work she is in her home watching Korean dramas while using the wetness of her tongue to pick up popcorn kernels without using her hands.
Today like any other day; she returned to her home, did not bother to turn the lights on and opened the curtains on the windowed doors at the side of the kitchen to let in the natural light to cook dinner by. She yelped in surprise at the beast just outside the window! She has seen him two other times too- a stag. She has to shoo him away because he wanders into her yard to nibble the small garden she is trying to grow! She is a bit nervous about having to give him the boot too- because autumn is when the rut happens. It is mating season for the deer- so the stags are going to be more aggressive. He only paused when she opened the curtains, then resumed eating.
"Uuugh! You don't have to worry about relationships, you can just hop on whatever doe you can catch, I am not letting you have my garden too!" Alice went to grab the broom but paused. "Wait a minute..." An evil smile crossed her face. "You can have sex whenever you want..."
She scrambled to her bathroom quickly, batting items aside in the shelf over the toilet to find an old magic book- it is a book on healing magic so Alice keeps it with the first aid kit in the bathroom. She flipped through the book and found the spell she was looking for quickly. An old spell that allows someone to link their body to someone else, so that they feel everything the other person does. The spell was created by doctors to help identify conditions. The deer are in rut; they are all going to be having sex and the female to male birth rate of deer is purposefully skewed so that there is a lot more doe than stags. Because a doe can't get pregnant on top of an existing pregnancy- but a male can keep making others pregnant all mating season. So the odds of this guy not getting someone is extremely slim. If Alice links his feeling to hers, she will be able to experience sex through him without actually needing to have sex herself.
She almost cast the spell before pausing again. "Wait, shit, I need an end condition. I can't cancel the spell myself because there is no guarantee I can find the same deer again to be able to."
A medical book isn't going to have the rune for an orgasm conditional break. Alice nervously looked at the stag; she did not want him to finish and leave if she went to search for a rune. She grumbled and went into her fridge, pulling out a head of lettuce and rolled it toward him from the glass door. There, that should keep him busy. Alice had no books that would have a rune like that, so unfortunately she had to put her faith in the internet not screwing her over and googled it. She found one that looked legit without too much trouble, but grumbled at how mismatched the spell looked. The runes she found from searching are all modern- the medical book she has is very old; the runes are inefficient and outdated. Hopefully the two types of runes even work together... what was the worst that could happen though? The spell fails and the stag impales her on his antlers? Hm, actually that would be pretty bad.
Alice cast the spell, placing her hand on the glass directly in front of the deer- the few inch gap between her and the deer was not enough to interrupt the spell at all. The stag let out a hollow, nasally cry in surprise and looked around startled and confused by the odd, brief feeling of a mana surge through his body. It was finally enough to cause him to prance back into the brush behind her yard and return to the forest.
Alice popped her head out to pick the bitten head of lettuce off the ground. "Lettuce not waste this."
She was still washing the lettuce off from deer drool and dirt when she paused and concentrated on a strange sensation in her crotch. It almost felt like someone very gently tugging on her labia? Alice realized it must be his balls! Once out of sight from humans; he probably started to move faster, causing his balls to jostle around. She linked sensation with his junk but it doesn't share exclusively sexual pleasure- she can feel everything. Alice cups her hands there as her brain has a hard time comprehending the information. It feels like there is two balls bouncing around between her legs, but she doesn't even have balls, so her brain is getting sensory input from an organ she doesn't even have. Sort of like a phantom limb, but a more pleasant.
Alice decided to make herself a giant omelet for dinner, and every so often she would pause from a strange sensation, trying to figure out what it is. Long grass tickling his junk as he moves toward the forest at the edge of the city. A bug lands on it, trying to bite it but the skin tenses abruptly and knocks the bug off. Alice's plan was made hastily out of jealousy, but she was starting to think how she wanted him to find a doe soon- if she can still feel everything he does by the time she goes to work tomorrow; Alice will be twitching and flinching randomly all day. The spell also won't end till he is sexually spent, and Alice used only enough mana to encompass his junk... but if the spell remains active too long his body will naturally accumulate more mana, and spread the effects to other body parts.
She was cracking eggs into a large bowl to blend up when Alice pulled her hips back on reflex to another odd sensation- this one mildly pleasurable. Her clit immediately stiffened and then it felt like it was sliding out?! He must be getting an erection! Aha, time for this to pay off! She leaned back on the counter to brace herself and just paused her cooking for the moment. Alice cried out in surprise and clapped a hand to her crotch- forgetting she had the egg in that hand and broke the egg on the crotch of her jeans! It felt like she was peeing herself! Oh... he didn't get an erection, his cock was just sliding out to go to the bathroom. Alice isn't peeing- he is. She groaned at the mess on her pants, then bit her lip and scuttled her way to the bathroom. Feeling him pee was triggering her own body to want to pee, even though her bladder isn't that full. Alice sighed as she finished and just kicked her pants off completely to toss in the laundry since they are egged. Alice pushed on her erect clit and felt his shaft buck!
"Wait, what?! The spell is two-way?? He isn't supposed to be able to feel ME!"
Well, the modern versions of this spell are one-way, but the version she used is not modern. The deer almost tripped from the sudden sexual pleasure from his groin and his dick actually did start to stiffen for real. It felt like someone somehow pushing on the INSIDE of the base of his penis... which should be physically impossible. Alice quickly stopped touching herself and pulled her panties up to return to cooking. As amusing as it would be knowing she could make a stag orgasm for seemingly no reason on the other side of the city- it would also end the spell without her experiencing sex, defeating the purpose.
Alice could feel his erection wobble back and forth as he pranced through the forest looking for the nearest doe. She even tried to grab it and stroke it a few times absentmindedly- of course she cannot grab what isn't there. She transferred the mix to the pan to let cook- at this point she did not have to do anything other than make sure it doesn't burn. Alice tried to concentrate on the sensations to figure out what he was doing on the other end. His dick was definitely still out, not only does she feel its weight bob when he moves- she can also feel the coolness of the outdoors air against it. Suddenly a spike of pleasure! It was so sudden that Alice bowed forward and cracked her head on the bottom of the cupboards above the stove! She can't feel his legs so she had no idea he had already jumped up onto a doe! The narrow, tapered penis slid in easily but then the pleasure caused her vaginal walls to collapse in and grip the shaft, rippling inward as if to draw it deeper! Alice bucked her hip several times on reflex, even though it obviously had zero effect. She was about to slip her hands into her panties, but the pleasure exploded and she felt the hot spunk erupt out of him in a burst, and then the doe skittered forward, pulling off him and prancing off into the woods without a second glance.
Alice's brows lowered as she caught her breath, leaned heavily on the counter. "...seriously? That is all you got? Great... I chose a one-pump-chump."
The pleasure was explosive, but extremely short-lived. That was not because she had bad luck choosing deer- they are all like that, that is just how their mating goes. She noticed something else odd however; she could still feel his softening dick sliding away back in the sheath. He orgasmed but the spell did not end. Maybe he still had more in the tank somehow? Maybe Alice somehow invalidated this one by being the one to induce the erection? In any case, the link remained all through the evening. Now she was regretting her little scheme, because odds of him finding another mate before Alice gets to work tomorrow is probably slim.
Alice did not know what time it was when she woke up, and was too tired and confused to look. She abruptly woke from a deep sleep because she could once again feel a long, throbbing member between her legs, it was wobbling rather aggressively- not contained in anything. He must be thrusting his hips, but not into a doe. The erection is so powerfully engorged that it almost itches from the blood pressure- almost painfully erect. White tails are technically nocturnal, but are the most active at dusk and dawn- taking advantage of the poor visibility of twilight to cloak their presence. In the middle of the night the doe are wide awake and well aware of their surroundings- making surprise sex from an ambushing stag unlikely.
Alice groaned at having to share his neglected cock. She yelped in surprise and thrust her hips up off the bed at the sensation of something soft sliding down the shaft! Her clit throbbed and started to become uncomfortably hard too, doubling the sensation for Alice alone. Her clitoris popped out of its hood and engorged even further than she had ever seen it before- pushing further out of her, looking like a tiny pink spike! She felt soft fluttering skin but only at the base of the shaft and underside..? Wait; he isn't in a doe! He is sucking himself off! Deer are flexible enough to just turn around and suck their own dick, or a doe drink from her own udders! Because he is so stiff the pleasure sparks quickly but because he already got off earlier this night he does not climax nearly as fast, causing this to last almost twice as long! Alice flopped over and thrust her hips on reflex, finally reaching down with her hands to assist. This time she came before he did. Alice was panting heavily and squeaked in pleasure at a second mini orgasm riding the aftershocks of the first before she finally felt the stag erupt into his own mouth. Now she also knew what the inside of his mouth felt like, too. Alice quickly returned to sleep once he stopped forcing her awake.
The next day dawned and Alice swat her alarm clock about seven times before finding the button to actually turn it off. She groaned and practically dragged herself off the side of the bed and onto the floor before gathering herself a moment and actually standing up to get properly dressed.
"It should be illegal to use spells while horny... ugh. At least his crotch rocket will leave me alone now." She sighed. "I mean... it did technically work, but slapping it on an animal was too unreliable. Plus it was last minute, and the spell was patchwork..." She shrugged.
When she went to put her panties on though; Alice noticed her clit was abnormally large, still. It was not super stiff anymore after the orgasm and a night of sleep, but it was still so large that it could not fit back into its hood properly. It was the size of a marble!
"Wow... I was so aroused it actually stretched my clit bigger? Well... that makes this a little awkward. Wonder how long that is going to last..?"
She had to put her panties on very carefully- if her clit cannot fit behind its hood, it can be lightly brushed by the fabric, and the clit is far too sensitive for that. Luckily her plump labia hold the fabric off it for the most part.
Since her sleep had been interrupted; Alice almost fell asleep on the bus to work. The only thing that kept her awake was the fear of how shady half the other people on the bus look. Work went normally for the first half of the day- just transcribing written forms into digital copies to archive. Around noon however she felt an odd tickle in her crotch. Alice furrowed her brow and tried to adjust her panties but it did not seem to help, then she felt something warm and soft rest against her left thigh and realized it was a deer testicle! She can still feel the stag!! She just did not notice till now because he is most likely sleeping! His testicle is against his thigh right now because he is on his side, asleep. The tickle she felt was grass against his scrotum when he turned over.
Alice frantically peeked around the corners of her cubical to see if anyone was in the immediate area and then opened the browser on her computer to look up the end condition rune she used the night before.
"Aww, did the internet lie to me? Who would tell a lie on the internet- it is unheard of!"
Of course she expected to find a lot of dud results or runes that do the outright opposite so someone can get a chuckle out of it- the particular rune she found was mirrored by a lot of other sources. It seemed pretty damn reliable and her search today resulted in the same thing. The rune looked correct, but then why did it not work? The spell should end when he has orgasmed... which he has. Twice. Alice just lightly tapped keys randomly in nervousness, then after a minute looked up the same rune but specified that she needed a female version, then did the same search again specifying male. No- that was not the issue. Both searches resulted in the same rune- it isn't gender specific. That is no real surprise- virtually no modern runes are gender specific because the magic would get confused when used on a transsexual and basically become the magic equivalent of a dice-throw. The rest of the spell is old fashioned but that wasn't the part that isn't working so she did not need to look that up.
"Hey Alice!"
"Ah!" Alice went to pull her chair in closer and minimize the browser so quickly that the chair tilted back and only the back wheels actually went forward, causing the chair to fall out from under her!
"Ouch, you okay? Didn't mean to startle you."
It is her friend and co-worker Maddison. For not wanting to surprise Alice, she made the odd choice of popping up over the wall of the cubical rather than actually walk around like a normal person.
"Hah...ah. Startled me so much I accidentally opened my browser..." She reached up and clicked it closed before Maddison had the chance to see what she was looking up.
"SO; I was wondering if you wanted to go get icecreams after work?? Farlane's Cones is down by the port- we could go roll around in the grass by the docks and count how many clouds look like dicks!"
"Ah Mad- not tonight. You should plan this sort of stuff ahead of time."
"Awww, but it will get cold out soon, and then we'd have to roll in the snow while eating ice cream and that makes a lot less sense. We never go out anywherrrrre!"
"Nonsense, I go out with you more than anyone else."
Maddison lowered her brows. "Well, that is technically true- it is also an incredibly low bar to meet. Fiiiine, I will let you get back to your work or whatever..." She slid back over the cubical wall, pouting.
Alice set her chair back up and sighed as she re-opened the browser.
"OhHeyIAlmostForgot!" Maddison re-appeared.
"AH!" Alice frantically clicked around the X button and closed the browser again.
"...how do you keep re-opening your browser by accident?"
"I haven't had the time to move the cursor!"
"Oh. Right. Well, I just wanted to let you know I DO remember that I still have your josei manga and I WILL return it. Whenever we hang out next."
Alice looked nervously as the boss walked by on the way to the water cooler. "I don't... haha, nice joke Mad." As soon as the boss was out of sight she leaned closer. "And you better not have folded the corner of any of the pages this time."
"Ahaha- no, no. It is all straight-edged. Well... the physical book is straight edged... can't say the same for the contents..."
Alice put her hand on her head and shoved her back down into her own cubical. "Oookay, that is enough out of you."
Alice pouted a bit, blushing. It is almost as if Maddison timed it so the boss would be there when she mentioned her kinky lesbian incest manga to get back at her for not hanging out. She felt her unusually large clit tense at the memory of some of her favorite panels in that manga, and then she felt the cool breeze kiss the hot tip of a deer dick just barely peeking out of the sheath. Oh, right- since the spell is outdated their sensation is two-ways. She can make him aroused by accident, but luckily he is asleep right now. WAIT.
Alice looked at her monitor, but stared through it this time- in deep thought. Sensation is shared between both of them. Women have no refractory period. If her arousal and pleasure is linked to his, and she has no refractory period that means he can always go again- which means it doesn't trigger the rune. The rune isn't gender specific- it automatically adapts to male or female needs, but his needs themselves are being altered by her spell, so the rune is holding him by male standards while Alice is inflicting female standards onto him. Thanks to her- he can never be completely satisfied, and the forest is full of the scent of doe.
She bit her lip nervously. That means she is in BIG trouble. The end condition will never be met- the spell won't end on its own. The only alternative then is to manually cancel the spell... but... that would require knowing where the hell that one specific stag is- which she clearly doesn't. Her only hope is that he returns to her garden to eat again... but he sort of cleared it out the other day, so he might not come back. Her legs straightened suddenly and she quickly pulled them back in before she pushed herself back in her wheeled chair! Oh crap! She can feel his legs move! The scope of the linking spell is getting worse now! It wasn't meant to be left on for so long. He is moving slowly. The sensation fades down her legs- she cannot feel his hooves yet, but most of his legs and his entire crotch. ACK, he is going to the bathroom again! He just woke up to take a leak. But feeling that made Alice need to go badly, and had to really clench to fight just going right there. She got up and dashed to the bathroom to pee too.
Alice could tell she was unintentionally confusing the deer; he felt her peeing, so he thought he was still peeing but nothing was coming out anymore. After she just watched her twitching clit for a few moments, muttering as if the deer could hear her to put his thing away already. But seeing her clit stand so big made her think of what his cock was doing, which aroused her... which aroused him. She felt him lift his leg and she clapped hers together, confusing him and making him stumble a bit so he wouldn't try to suck himself off again.
"Damnit... stop. Uuugh, now we are stuck double-horny. And at work too... what the hell do you expect me to do about it HERE?"
She could feel his dick twitching, and his legs were moving again- he was going somewhere now. The breeze against his shaft was enough touch to keep it twitching. Alice put her hand on her crotch, wanting to touch herself but fighting against her will not to make the situation worse. His movement sped up. Alice quickly leaned forward and grabbed her stomach- something hit his upper stomach and chest! Or... the reverse actually. He landed on top of a doe! She was feeling the doe on his underside... which means the spell effects are still strengthening- she can feel two thirds of his torso now. He plunged in so fast and immediately started humping so fast the doe probably didn't even know what hit her. The repeated sexual activity though was also making his sexual stamina stronger- so unlike the last time he mounted he did not just immediately go off.
Alice had a hand over her mouth to trap her moans and the other hand over her pussy, just pressing lightly on it- not moving. Because he was taking longer this time; Alice had time to actually better feel the inside of the doe- the rippling smooth flesh of her tight pussy. A bit more drag against the fatter veins at the base of his cock, and a slight fold in the skin at the mid-point that catches ever so slightly. Alice could feel his heavy balls doing pull-ups in his scrotum, sliding up and down in the cage of soft skin, getting a bit higher each time till they bump against his pelvis and hold, squeezing against it when they tense! Not used to lasting this long, the deer could not keep up his rapid pace and started to slow as he approached orgasm, which would have edged him back- except he also increased the strength of his thrusts!
Alice's tailbone tickled- she figured she was just sitting on the toilet seat awkwardly and cutting the circulation, but her tail bone actually got longer and started to sprout fur! She could not control the twitches in her hip as the deer thrust, so she did not notice her clit throbbing in-time as well, till it started to push between her fingers! It is getting bigger!
"Ah! A-aaa-ah that... isn't normal!" She watched as it tensed and grew, then relaxed back down slightly only to tense and grow again. "What would... is it... sharing his BODY too?? No version of the spell is supposed to be able to do that!!" She whimpered. "I guess it was never meant to remain active for this long, either. It was only ever used in checkups and sometimes surgery, which generally don't last an entire day."
It was like her body was stretching to conform to what it was feeling. The phantom cock was slowly becoming a real cock! Alice placed her other hand onto her stomach and felt a dull ache in her upper crotch, feeling somewhat swollen but could not feel anything amiss from the outside. She wasn't sure- but if her clit is changing... what she feels swelling inside might be her ovaries mutating! This damn deer is going to invert her gender! Her clit suddenly got stuck on maximum stiffness and vibrated as she felt his cock pulse violently in orgasm finally and he slipped off the doe. He apparently satisfied this one enough that she did not just immediately dart away when he was done. Both the stag and Alice groaned as the doe bent down to lick his floppy cock- but while it was no longer rock hard... it also wasn't packing itself away. Alice can't put her giant mutant clit away, so it wobbling in the open and sharing that feeling with him, is preventing him from going completely soft!
Alice whimpered at the sight of her clit. When soft it gets chubbier and a little shorter but... that was basically it. It is still a clit- not a penis, it has nowhere to fold back in on so there is nowhere for it to go. It is just out, all the time. Moving too suddenly caused her stomach to ache a bit too- her ovaries likely much too large to fit properly now. Not enough like testicles to get the hell out of her, but too much like testicles to function properly. All her egg cells now had little tails to swim around with. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Alice bent her clit up out of curiosity and seen her urethra about halfway up on the underside. It was being stretched out to be re-routed to the tip, but wasn't quite there yet, so her clit sort of had a vaguely trough shape to it.
She tried to very carefully put her panties back on and it did not really work. Alice could feel the stag bucking from the sensation of the fabric against it, but also even when the panties were in place- the clit did not fit. It was already long enough that the last fifth of the shaft stuck out past the elastic waist... but at least the elastic pinned it in place so she did not have to worry about it catching in the fabric and pitching a tent. From pulling her panties up however; she also became aware now of the huge fluffy deer tail behind her! It was shaped like a fat tear-drop of fluff, and the underside is snow white- which is where the species of deer gets their name. When they bolt; they raise their tail first as a flag to alert the others without needing to say anything.
She tried to turn to look at it, like a dog trying to chase its tail. "Aargh! It is trying to turn me into a deer too?? Is it turning him into a human?!" She paused in thought for a moment as she carefully slid her pants up. "Wait, no- I would be able to feel it if he was changing. I placed the spell on him directing it toward myself, so the changes are one-way... like the spell itself is supposed to be." She leaned from one side to the other several times. "Ah crap- I can feel his hooves now. On the move again, going slow... hopefully back to sleep since it is still really early for him." She could feel his floppy cock bobbing as he walks too.
Alice went back to work, grabbing a sweater she kept under her desk to tie around her hips to hide the tip of her mutant clit poking out. Her shirt is a royal purple crop top with detached sleeves so... it doesn't cover even remotely far enough down to help hide her mutation. After work she needed to head out to the edge of the city... she has deer to hunt. Alice is not at all confident in her ability to track him down but she doesn't really have a choice. A needle in a haystack- tons of deer out and about because of the season, and it wasn't like he had any specific markings to identify him with- he looks like any other deer.
Every time someone walked by, she paused to make sure they were not looking at her- and if they did, she turned in her chair and gave them a little wave- turning to make sure they did not see her fluffy tail poking out behind her. The sweater she tied around herself covers it, but she cannot see behind herself to confirm it absolutely. Every breeze that blew past the sleeping deer causes Alice to tense up. She can feel more and more of his body in better detail. She felt a bit of movement in her crotch, and almost passed it off as just something brushing the deer but the sensation was a bit too centralized, so she checked. What she seen peeking under her clothes is that her pubes were replaced with fur instead of hair now! They were also starting to trail up toward her belly button.
By the middle of the afternoon she was really struggling to keep her concentration. Being on high alert all the time and paranoid of what people can see was a real drain. Alice ended up opening her browser again and this time looking up deer hunting tips- seeing if there was any advice she could use to track the bastard down. What ended up happening though is she found pictures of doe and then immediately got distracted wondering if they had just teats or an udder. Doe have a petite four segment udder- but that is besides the point. Alice's mutant clit responded to the doe images and shoved itself against the cloth prison, stiffening. That also caused the stag's shaft to erect fully but luckily he remained sleeping. Alice tried to squirm around to find a position that relieves the tension but any movement now caused the clit to rub against the fabric and cause pleasure spikes, making her freeze up in her chair, afraid of waking the deer again. Great, bending back at all rubbed her clit into the material of her clothing, and bending forward at all squeezed her oversized ovaries inside of her. Alice felt so hot, and wanted to touch it again to get off but resisted. Normally the mind wants to get off knowing that will not only bring pleasure but also get rid of the hormone haze... except in this scenario it won't get rid of anything. If anything it will make things worse because too much pleasure will probably wake the deer up, and then even when Alice stops touching it; the deer won't.
Also the sensations assaulting her were instigating more changes- slowly. The more they feel; the more is shared between them, causing her body to synchronize more with his- physically. Her hands felt stiff, slowing her typing speed tremendously even when she tried to force herself to concentrate on work. Her feet kept trying to automatically scrunch up and she forced them to flatten again and resist the change. She felt the bizarre sensation of bone welling up from her skull and branching forward- the area just in front of her temples started to swell out looking like she had a bump on either side of her head, but Alice already knew it was budding antlers. That was the worst change right now, because she has no way of hiding that, she just has to hope no one notices.
"Hnnngh... stupid, stupid deer." She muttered to herself while taping her foot on the floor nervously.
Alice groaned, looking at the clock. Still two and a half hours left of work. She is also worried about when the deer wakes up, because she will be feeling two sets of actions- her own, and the deer- which will be extremely confusing and make doing anything all the more difficult. And their shared boner was not going away at all. She probably caused him to have erotic dreams. Alice looked down and whimpered when she seen her clit was a little bit bigger again- now stiff and long enough to tent the sweater tied over it to hold it in place! That was it- she needed to leave. Alice can't wait till the end of the work day, she needs to bail before someone notices something. Of course- if the boss spots her leaving early; she will get in trouble regardless. But since everyone is in a cubical- no one will notice if she isn't there unless they are specifically checking on her.
Alice carefully stands up, shuddering from the sensation against her clit. She can feel the urethra pushing further up the pseudo-shaft, and a damp spot smearing upward as it delivers precum to reduce the friction of the material. The deer probably has a pool of precum beside him so large at this point that it qualifies as a mud puddle. Her pussy below the mutating shaft is tightening, shrinking. The bone spurs on her forehead grow larger, and the skin over them tingles a bit and then goes numb- ready to break. Alice went to slip quietly out the front of the office but then seen the boss talking to the secretary there. Nope, not that way. There is a stairwell that doubles as a fire escape she can use instead. No traffic there- no one takes the stairs, her office is on the 7th floor.
The air went from cool to muggy and warm the moment she stepped into the spiraling stairs- this area obviously isn't air conditioned and there are no windows to let the breeze in. She wanted to loosen the sweater but decided against that- can't risk her clit popping out past it. Alice dashed down the many, many stairs, but only got down two floors before she had to slow down significantly. Her feet were stretching, making her boots not fit properly. Her feet were once again folding on themselves but now she could not defy it. Arriving at the fourth floor; Alice stumbles over the last few steps and catches herself on the arm rail before she can tumble off between the flights of stairs! She cries out in surprise at the sudden but brief pain of the skin breaking on her forehead! The skin is pushed away and stretched around the base as the bone erupts out into short spikes! A few drops of hot, thick blood paint a trail on either side of her face and drip off her chin onto the floor.
She remained in that pose, dazed for a time, catching her breath and just looking down all the stairs still ahead of her. "Fuck. I will have to stick to alleyways, I can't hide antlers." She leaned to the side suddenly from a sensation she was not prepared for- the deer was standing up. "Noooononono- go back to sleep! Damnit."
The feeling of the antlers growing out of Alice woke the stag up again, and it is late enough in the day by now that he will probably just remain awake. She can feel how stiff his cock is by how abruptly it springs back into its forward point when he moves and it wobbles. The precum smeared down its length makes the breeze feel cooler than it is and makes them both shiver. Alice can feel faint twitches in the muscles of her arms as he walks- she can now feel most of his body.
Alice cried out in shock and shoved herself backwards when her feet cracked and started to stretch, forcing her ankles to raise up in the boots trying to find room, which almost tilted her too far forward that she fell over the railing before shoving herself back and falling backward instead of forward. Her cry echoed in the huge empty stairwell. She stumbled backwards and hit her back against the wall hard enough to stun her for a moment. Her legs started to slide further apart and out from her while her body remained braced on the wall! Alice's feet seem to fold downward, pressing the two sides into one another as all the bones fused together! Where there was once a sole is now a cannon bone. Her big and pinky toes devolved and lagged behind the stretching of the others, turning to dewclaws, while her central toe devolved into nothingness simply to feed the remaining two its former mass. The forward, enlarged two became the primary segments- very dainty little cloven hooves. The lengthening of the foot into a cannon bone added over a foot of length to her legs though- shoving her ankles out of her boots forcefully and angling it so only her hoof segments touched the bottoms of the boots- the moment she takes a step the boot will just fall off completely. She cannot wear them at all- she has to walk to the woods on bare hooves.
Alice straightened herself up and stepped out of her boots and then winced at the sound of them clack against the hard floor! Echoing down the stairs- it sounds like someone wearing high heels. That is going to make it even harder to hide! Alice paused to reach down and touch them- hardly believing they belonged to her. Tapping on the hoof segments was like touching a fingernail- she can feel through it, but the sensation isn't as clear as touching skin obviously. The flesh around it was deep pink from all the rapid changes, and felt a bit sore to the touch- but that would fade away, it was just irritated from all the shifting around. When the touched her feet though, she realized how bad the stiffness in her hands had become! The body of her hand was almost twice as long as it is supposed to be! Her pinky finger is still where it used to be as well as her thumb, but the rest were stretched a good distance out from it now... starting to devolve into hooves too! Her digits were stiff, so bending them at all took more effort than it should and her hands are so deformed that it would be difficult to hold anything.
"Fuuuuhhhck. This is happening too fast- the unintended effects are snowballing. If I don't hurry I will be too much of a deer myself to be able to negate the magic. If my hands don't work I won't be able to do the runes properly, and then have to rely on incantation but that takes longer and its haaard... ugh. And if my voice box changes before then, then I can't do that either and I will be completely fucked... well, I guess this all happened because I wanted to be fucked, but not in that sense."
Alice skittered down the stairs- abandoning her boots where they fell. She had to hold tightly to the guardrail because her hooves had almost zero traction on the hard, smooth steps. Every so often she felt a faint itching feeling as more antler slid out of her head, tickling the skin at their base slightly. When antlers grow from the actual deer- the skin generally goes with it. A layer of fur and skin grows around the antlers called velvet. Breaking that off the antlers is up to the deer to consciously do himself- scraping them on things to break the skin and shred it off, because the velvet becomes persistently itchy once the blood flow slows down. On Alice though- her body was changing to mimic his, and he lost the velvet from his antlers already a while back.
By the time Alice finally got to the ground floor and slipped out behind the building into the laneway; her body was being assaulted by waves of heat. Fur was starting to sprout around her hooves, and the fur that replaced her pubes was spreading so high it was peeking out from around the top of the sweater. Her clit is so huge now that it is very uncomfortably bent against the material- tenting it as far out as it could go! She groaned as she felt her bloated ovaries sink a bit lower- her womb below them collapsing in on itself. The urethra now fully connected to the tip of her phallus- so it is technically a deer penis now... just a smaller, underdeveloped one. At this point; Alice can feel his nostrils flare when he breaths out heavily in frustration from his incessant erection- she can feel basically his entire body. It makes her face feel even hotter- she can feel HIS heavy breath rising past his face, on top of the actual higher temperature her own face is.
At least the temperature outside was drastically cooler than in the stairs- the sun is still as warm as summer but the wind is the breath of winter. Her house is a fairly short bus ride to work, and her work is on the far side of town, so the edge of the city actually isn't that far away. There is a thin forest at the base of a mountain range the city is nestled against, and the forest also progresses up the side of the mountain in veins- that is where her buck is going to be. Alice is going to go to her house first- it is closer and she has her fingers figuratively crossed hoping he will return there. For once she WANTED him to go eat her garden- because then she can actually find him. Alice cringed at the sound of grinding glass shards and the random trash in the laneways she keeps stepping on. She has no shoes she can just kick off and forget- her hooves are part of her body, so she is sort-of barefoot on this filthy ground. The deer was on the move too- but wasn't going any specific direction. He isn't smart enough to know what is going on, so when Alice moves he is compelled to move, and when she turns- he also turns. So technically Alice is controlling both their bodies, because the buck isn't smart enough to resist. Little did she realize that made the odds of him being at her place almost impossible- because even if he was intending to go there; Alice altered his path.
Alice groaned and slowed for a bit, holding her head as her antlers grew still larger. "Great, got a full coatrack on my head now."
Luckily the sun was starting to dip and thanks to the height of all the buildings and nearby mountains- the sun vanishes before the sky turns dark, and the lanes aren't lit for anyone to see into from the lit streets. Of course- anyone she does run into in the lanes will be especially unsavory. She groaned and tried to pick up her pace again when she felt the tie in her sweater loosen on its own- her mutant clit shoving the fabric so hard in the front it was pulling the sweater off entirely on its own! Her tail flicked aggressively under the sweater in the back- irritated from being pinned down.
Alice groaned again, feeling a bit dizzy from the incessant magic, then stumbled and twirled around a bit from the stag suddenly moving around and lifting one of his back legs, confusing his feelings with her. "Wuh... what are ya-ah-HAH- aaah!"
She thrust her hips forward, covering her mouth with one deformed hand and falling completely backward- luckily catching her back against the coarse brick wall behind her so she did not fall to the filth covered ground. Her clit abruptly vibrated and shoved almost a full inch longer in a single moment- yanking her sweater forward and undoing the knot in the back! Her sweater came loose and was now draped off her growing cock like it was a coat hook! She kept her lips clenched shut and a hand over her mouth and still you could hear her muffled screams of pleasure and confused sensations of movement where normally nothing moves, and aches from parts she shouldn't even have.
Alice's ovaries surged in size and finally the tailed egg cells within popped apart into two sperm each! Her womb vanished entirely and her new testicles fell from their weight and size, pushing the walls of her vagina closed like someone closing a zip-lock bag! When they hit the surface they paused- the opening they were trying to get out of was shrinking from their presence. Her labia fused together from back to front and then the testicles erupted out the shrinking gap and into the sack formed from her fused labia... her scrotum. It overfilled her pants, causing the button to pop open on its own and the zipper to get shoved down half open. She looked down at herself, watching it happen with eyes wide in a mix of fear, worry, and unwanted arousal. The buck yelped in confusion from the forest, looking back at his member as well, trying to figure out what all these feels were. He felt all the same changes- except he isn't changing.
The phallus started to burble up pre cum like a broken faucet now that her equipment was properly male. Alice's scrotum tensed from the feeling of the dense but short, diffused brown fur spread from the base of her groin and consumed the scrotum! Her dick was so stiff its violent bucking only made it vibrate. The stag bucked his hips, and overlayed with the sensation of attempted growth- it almost felt like his cock was thrusting up into hers and stretching it larger with every thrust! Every vibration of the dick was it aggressively pulsing as tight as it can possibly go- and each surge stretched it out further! The clitoral hood grew at the base, becoming thicker and longer and wrapping around the base and changing to be more like her regular flesh- forming a sheath! The penis was then abruptly yanked upward as the sheath fused to her underside from the base up- preventing the dick from pointing outward. Since she is still a human however- this caused the dick to prod her in the tits and force her to stand up straighter so she would not be poking herself with it! The sweater fell off and she made no move to put it back on. There was no point now.
Alice bent her back, putting her hips out and put a deformed hand on its base, trying to shove it as far away from herself as she could and force it to go down- but if anything the additional touch of her hand at the sheath only made it hornier! The buck bent around and sucked his own dick into his mouth again, causing Alice to whimper and tremble from the feeling. She quickly looked out to the people on the sidewalk on either side of the street. There was a BFI nearby that thankfully broke line of sight to her- otherwise people would easily be able to see her. It was not dark enough to cloak her yet- the sun was still visible as pillars of metallic orange light between buildings.
She scrunched up her face at the feeling of her ears twitching. It felt like someone gently tugging them longer, but also the muscles inside were twitching erratically! They were gaining the ability to pivot around, but the feeling of the muscles forming made the stag flick his ears in automatic response- which then caused her to flick her ears... except the muscle wasn't fully formed yet so they just twitched rapidly. They flicked around rapidly more and more as their shape changed, turning to leaf-shaped ears, though roughly the same overall size they already had been. At least once that change stopped, he stopped flicking her ears around.
The stag sucking his cock made it feel like something was sucking more dick out of Alice's existing shaft! The end almost seemed to fold out- the existing shaft remained the same but another, slightly smaller shaft sliding out from the end of that one! It was the formation of the middle fold on the shaft. Deer phallus is not that big overall- it is just very long; long enough that the skin of the shaft is telescopic. The end became even more stiff, becoming slightly bulbous- revealing the glans that normally have zero definition against the rest of the shaft... except when he hits his peak. Alice's balls clench tightly to her pelvis- the excess scrotal flesh now scrunched up below them, making some of the fur on it look bristly for a moment. Still trying to hold the shaft away from herself, she watched as the thin ropes of cum erupted from her, arched in the air and came down with enough force to make quiet splashing sounds against the concrete. Her antlers made quiet creaking sounds too like groaning tree bark- now completely identical to the stag's own pair.
Even after the streamers ended, the pleasure kept spiking, making the muscles in her groin almost ache- not meant to be triggered for this long! She came but the stag didn't! The constant sexual activity was unintentionally training his sexual stamina. Her body tried to relax and go soft but he wasn't letting it- without any breaks in the pleasure it was just dragging the orgasm out longer, even though she had nothing left to ejaculate right now! Alice collapsed into a squat, resting her arms on her knees, gasping and hoping he stops soon- but unable to stop him herself. Her antlers were now visible to the people on the street past the BFI bin but luckily no one looked over. Her index and ring finger started to get much wider and her middle finger regressed. Her nails start to bulk up and darken with each added layer of keratin.
The buck feels everything she does, so as exhausted and sexually frantic as she feels- so does he. He just isn't smart enough to realize he is the one causing it. In his own desperation he thrust into his own mouth so hard he tripped himself, rocking back and falling on his butt without taking his head off his dick- so when his butt hit the ground his dick slammed into his throat, and finally exploded! Alice watched in awe as her painfully erect, tired cock bucked wildly, and she felt someone else's load being fired out of it somewhere else entirely.
Very tired and a bit sore- both their dicks softened and slid back into the sheath. Sadly the spell still was not broken because the conditional end was caught between a human woman and a male deer- she is almost half male deer herself now, but she definitely still has human left, so the rune won't trigger. By the time the rune is able to trigger and automatically shuts down the spell, she will already be entirely deer- so at that point it doesn't even matter if the spell deactivates or not because she'd already have lost everything.
Alice let out a long, pained groan looking at her crotch. The spell deleted her gender. She can't even pull her pants up now! Her testicles completely fill her pink panties entirely on their own- so the sheath is entirely exposed as well as the top third of both balls- and it's all stretched far enough out that she could not even begin to zip her pants up. She knows enough about male anatomy that trying to stuff them into the pants would just be pure pain. Now if she gets spotted at all; the cat will be out of the bag. The fur on the base of her tail is starting to spread too- so most of her lower back that is exposed is now covered in deer pelt!
Her hooves clacked against the concrete under her as Alice once again made a dash for her house. Her route ended up taking twice as long as it should have at the speed she was moving, because she had to keep taking detours to make sure she didn't travel too close to a road that she gets spotted- making a mad dash across when she does have to move across a street. Several times she bowed forward unintentionally, and put her arms out almost about to drop to all fours! Both her and the stag are running, so she can feel his front hooves on the ground. She did not want to encourage the devolution of her hands though. As long as she still has hands she can quickly make the runes to undo the spell. The stag might run off in the time it takes her to do the incantation version of the spell, so if that is what she needs to resort to- she would also need to trap him somehow.
The sky was purple and the sun gone behind the mountains by the time she got home- though the sky was not completely dark; the horizon was still smoldering orange. The streetlights had clicked on, which made it easier for her to hide. If you are in the dark you can see in the dark and into the light. If you are in the light, you can't see shit in the dark. Alice fumbled the key several times trying to get into her house, but eventually managed it, slamming the door quickly behind herself. She dashed immediately to the kitchen and opened the curtains, but her enthusiasm died quickly- the stag is not in her garden... which she should have been able to tell simply because she would be able to feel him eating if he was. She went to bang her head against the glass door, but clicked the tines of her antlers against it- forgetting for a moment she had them. He is going to be able to see her a lot better than she can see him at this point- there is no point in trying to find him during the night. She is going to have to call in sick to work tomorrow and go look then. Alice still had no idea how she was going to pick out one random deer out of over a hundred prancing around the area.
Alice ended up making herself a salad- lamenting the fact she was basically eating like him now too. It wasn't because she couldn't eat meat- it is because she did not want to knock a searing hot pot or pan off the oven because her hands are extremely malformed. The deer kept swallowing for no reason on his end, feeling her eat.
She is glad that she almost always doesn't bother to turn her lights on, because there was a sudden knock on the door that night. Alice turned the TV down to pretend like no one was home. Another knock, then another... and another. Whoever it was is annoyingly persistent.
Alice then heard Maddison's voice behind the door. "I know you're home Alice. I can keep knocking aaaaaalll night."
Alice opened the door a crack with an annoyed look on her face. "How would you KNOW I am home?"
"Your spare key is missing, and you left your bag at work with your regular house key in it."
"Oh..." Alice glanced around outside to make sure no one else was walking around. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Absolutely I can. I usually don't; but that wasn't your question."
"Ugh, just get in here." Alice hooked her two enlarged fingers on Mad's shirt and yanked her in to shut the door behind her again.
Maddison was surprised and unsure of how to act about Alice's appearance- at first assuming it was some sort of fetish thing. Alice informed her that this shape was not intentional. She told her the original plan and then how it ended up like it is now.
Maddison hummed in thought a moment. "So, your physically being turned into a second instance of the same deer. How... I mean, I will help you look for him tomorrow but... how are we going to track him? Did you like... tag him or something?"
Alice groaned, flopping onto the couch again. "No. I have no idea how to find him. Maybe listen for the gassiest deer?"
"He having stomach problems?"
"No, but I thought I rolled him a head of lettuce the other day. When I made my salad tonight I realized what he bit into was a head of cabbage."
Maddison plopped down on the couch beside her, blatantly staring at her and especially the package between her legs with a devious grin.
Alice blushed and tried to ignore it but after a minute she had to ask. "What..?"
"We should try to completely tap him!"
"I already tried that without even really meaning to!"
"No, but like- every time you did it he already had a boner, right? He doesn't right now. So instead of waiting for him to get pent up again before you try, why not try when he is already low on fuel?"
Maddison leaned closer and Alice leaned away, but Alice was already at the end of the couch and ran out of room to move away. Maddison placed her index on the end of the sheath and pushed gently into the opening a bit before swirling her finger around, rolling the thick sheath flesh enough to wake up the shaft inside. As embarrassed as Alice was- she did hold out some faint hope that maybe Mad was right, maybe if she managed to drain every drop from his balls the spell would finally break. Maddison and but Alice are straight... or, she normally is. Alice's bits are now hetero male, so regardless of what the rest of her is into- the dick wants pussy and Mad likes dick.
Once the phallus peeked out of the sheath of the deer and Alice in tandem- Maddison took the sheath in only two fingers and a thumb and just masturbated the end of it- so it rubbed against the dick and coaxed even more out, using the smooth innards of the sheath to masturbate the cock till it was enticed enough to lube itself. Maddison climbed over Alice, playing a knee on either side of her thighs and pulled her form-fitting top up to reveal her pristine breasts. Her nipples are stiff dark red-brown nubs on soft, faded-edged areola. Maddison then flipped her own shirt and bra off, tossing them to the floor haphazardly.
Maddison pressed their breasts together- jousting with their erect nipples as she kissed Alice and they both moaned- feeling the lengthening cock grow between them till the tip of it grew into the cleavage where all four breasts met. The stag was again confused and horny, not knowing what to do with it at this point- so he just stood there and humped the air; flicking strings of precum to the ground under him, glistening in the moonlight. Alice nudged Maddison back, trying to ask for a moment to breathe, but Maddion just grinned without breaking their long kiss and locked their fingers together, shoving her hands back against the back of the couch. They were both startled by the snapping and cracking sounds coming from her hands though, and ended up breaking off their kiss anyway to both look at her hands! They stretched longer and longer- the body compressing into a cannon bone and her middle finger vanished entirely! Her hands finished their transformation into cloven hooves... which means she cannot write any spell runes anymore. Either Maddison needs to do it, or she has to do the spell orally.
Maddison grinned at how desperately horny Alice seemed to get in such a short time- when they broke off and their breasts divided, she started making micro-thrusts with her hips; her cock seeking a new surface to slide against. Maddison bent over just a bit to suck the tip, priming it before she stood up, and gently bent it outward as far as it could go with the sheath- lining it up with her pussy as she undid her skirt and let it fall. Alice looked at Maddison's breasts jostling around and immediately remembered and unintentionally visualized the deer udders she had seen earlier, also by sort-of accident. She blushed even harder at the fact that it was making her even hornier. Her body was into things she isn't, and she can't control it in the slightest.
The shaft is rather thin- so rather than vaginal, Maddison slid it into her butt and just used her hand to rub her pussy, dripping her juices down onto the base of the shaft to lube it up more ahead of time as she slowly slid down. Alice thrust her hips weakly, but since Maddison was on top- she was the one ultimately controlling how much of the shaft went in. As Maddison slid down- the fur on Alice's legs grew up. It spread from her tail and crotch to connect around her hips, then over her inner thighs. From her cannon bones it spread up over her shins and then outer thighs, completely sealing her legs in the fur. Her groin had white fur and the underside of her tail, but the rest was a diffused brown. The stag was thrusting rigorously, thinking he had any control over it at all- he had found an invisible doe for all he knew.
Alice was breathing heavily and cried out in surprise at a sudden change in her legs- though the cry was unintentionally high pitched and had a high reverberance to it... like a deer cry. Her shins became shorter, and her thighs became wider vertically! The way they socket to her pelvis shifted slightly, which would make it harder to stand on two legs! The shortening of her shins essentially made her legs the length they originally were- while keeping the cannon bones that were formerly her soles. The fur started to very slowly climb her back- following her spine but spreading out slowly to the sides after too. By now Maddison is energetically bouncing on her lap- giving her a show of her wobbling tits and matting her crotch fur with all the pussy juice.
"Augh... it... it is getting s-so bad... so much d-deerhoOAH. Ha- hOOOAGH!" Her eyes went wide as the stag's bellows escaped her lips without her control!
Her neck convulsed and stretched larger and longer! The bridge of her nose let out a dull but loud pop and became wider! It widened without projecting any further out, causing it to have a boxier shape to the end of it. Her scarlet lips started to darken to bruise purple, and then still more to glossy black! Her hips were now thrusting in perfect tandem with the deer in the forest.
"Hooh! He-help... get tHOo-s deer out HOAH me!"
Because her actions and the deer's are so entwined it is hard to tell what she is doing and what the deer is doing. Without looking at herself doing it; if she moves a part of her body and the deer doesn't she second guesses if she had actually moved at all. It also confuses her unconscious reflexes, so if she doesn't move and the deer does- sometimes her body will move automatically to mirror it. So if the other isn't actively doing something with part of their body- the counterpart can puppeteer them remotely.
The pleasure rose to levels that whited out her thoughts- every touch doubled, all the needs doubled, and the hormonal haze doubled. There was so much deer in Alice at this point that she looked like a human head and torso sunken into a deer, rather than deer traits emerging from a human. Only the top portion of her torso was devoid of fur- it had even started growing around her forehooves and was spreading up her arms quickly. She could feel his orgasm coming finally, and it of course triggered her own to approach just as fast. She is becoming so synced to the stag she might as well be his reflection. Alice hooked her hooves over Maddison's shoulders as the orgasmic pleasure rushed forward like a tidal wave, and pulled Mad into her body. Their breasts squished out against one another again, and Alice had to lean her head back a bit to make sure she did not tangle the tines of her antlers in Maddison's hair. Grinding their entire bodies together- Alice finally erupted into Maddison and bellowed loudly, completely unable to stop it.
Maddison slid off to give Alice some breathing room- she could not control the bellows and her breathing was already heavy, so the bellowing almost made her pass out from lack of air. The stag was temporarily satisfied and pleased that he was spent- even though doing this repeatedly for the last day had not worked, he still blindly assumed this time it would.
Alice looked at her front hooves, lamenting the loss of her hands. "I am... so much deer. I knew that wouldn't work..."
Maddison grinned. "But you still did it."
Alice glanced away, blushing. "My voice is changing too... if I can't talk-" Her voice was slightly deeper and breathy without meaning to be.
"I can use a telepathy spell to communicate with you still. I will just use the counter spell for you."
"We still need to find the bastard."
"Well; thanks to your transformation we know what he looks like- you!"
Alice lowered her eyebrows and motioned over herself. "Like any other deer. Out of how many hundreds of cervine must live in the area?" She let out a whine- but it just sounded like the high nasally fluting of a deer.
They both got cleaned up, and Maddison helped Alice out of her pants. The jeans material did not relent easily and the change in shape of her thighs made them very uncomfortable on top of the fact she can't pull them up completely or close the zipper, making them largely pointless anyway. She also discarded her panties- with her new genitals they had become nothing more than a push-up bra for her testicles anyway. She popped her tits back into her shirt though- slipping only her bra off from under it and keeping the shirt and sleeves on. She did not want to be entirely naked. Even if the clothing hid nothing and served no real purpose; Alice still wanted them on. Something to remind herself she is supposed to be human. Alice cannot stand completely straight anymore, either. The alteration of her hip and legs has made walking on two legs difficult- she walks with a forward slouch.
Alice went to bed and Maddison tucked her in, assuring her everything would be fine. All they needed to do was discharge a spell- it was easy. And the deer like to wander into the city edges a lot- worst-case scenario they just slap a dispel on literally every male deer they encounter. Eventually one of them will have to be him. Maddison stayed the night, but she did not curl up on the couch and go to sleep till much, much later. She quietly slipped magic books out of Alice's collection and found a two-way telepathy spell for when Alice's voice is transformed, and then memorized the counter-spell so she did not have to take the book with her while hunting deer, but unfortunately it was not something she could just whip out on the spot. The incantation version was far too long and complicated for her to memorize, and the runic version required a catalyst... which; Alice does own, but it is too heavy to just wander the woods with. Too fragile to bring in her vehicle too- they will also somehow have to get the stag back here to the house. They have to kidnap a deer. This is why you don't use out of date magic- it is stupidly inefficient and half the spells come with some bite-you-in-the-ass monkey-paw sort of backlash no one wants to have to deal with.
It was also a bit hard to for either of them to actually get to sleep because of the memories of earlier that night. Alice could not stop thinking of how good it felt, but also how it should not have felt so good. She is a hetero woman, she isn't supposed to like other women in the first place- that isn't her, it is deer. She isn't supposed to have a penis, and she shouldn't feel that good. Her pleasure is also the stag's pleasure experienced THROUGH her. Instead of using the unaware beast for her own pleasure it felt like she was unintentionally being used for his pleasure... even though she is the one who made the spell in the first place. And to this moment the deer is still entirely in the dark as to what is happening. Like; not even the slightest clue. Being like this felt so good, but the situation was so BAD! She loved the feeling but hated that she loved it. At least her mind remained her own- though it was increasingly just a prisoner inside of someone else's body. The pleasure also could not stop, even briefly. It let up when the fun ended obviously, but because their arousal and pleasure is shared- either one or the other will experience something that will bring both of them back up; preventing either from ever being completely satiated. Alice wanted to focus; to be serious about this dire situation but her thoughts kept wandering back to lust, and a need to bury her long thin rod into another fleshy hole.
Maddison kept thinking about earlier as she tried to get to sleep too- it was a weird situation to be sure. She was not into women but... Alice is technically male right now, aside from her boobs. The beautiful and only partially changed face of a woman, the plump and pert breasts and torso shape of a woman, buried inside an otherwise cervine body. It felt good, and it was incredibly hot. It was still weird she did that with her friend. Doing it with a beast was kinky as hell though, and that turned her on. Some small part of her wanted to look up a spell to regress Alice's thoughts too so she could have her own tamed, pet buck to face-fuck her whenever she wanted... but she could never do that to Alice, and scolded herself for even thinking of it.
The next day; they both slept in, quite a bit. Neither got to sleep easily and Alice was exhausted from everything else on top of that. When Alice's alarm went off she woke up only briefly enough to call in sick to work- the fact her voice doesn't sound right only helped to sell her lie that she is ill. Maddison helped her wake up the second time, preparing them both a quick lunch before they head out! Maddison came over in her rickety truck, so Alice would be somewhat covered while they travel to the forest at least. Her top half is the most human after all- and that is the only part you can see from outside the truck.
Alice groaned, listening to the truck sputter a bit while the radio was almost always at least half-static. "This thing better not die on us before we even get there, and strand me in the streets as a half deer freak..."
"Oh, psshaw. This truck has been through a lot and come out just fine before. My dad gave me this old thing as a fixer-upper first-car sort of thing."
"Yea... I think the problem is it was a fixer-upper, and you never fixed 'er up."
Maddison shrugged. "Eh, it works- good enough. Don't care if it looks like a turd, as long as it knows how to roll forward."
When they arrived the two women decided to pick a different parking spot. They approached from the parking lot at the front- people often camp around this area... but the parking lot was QUITE full... hunters. Alice was immediately filled with the dread thought that... the deer she placed the spell on might get shot by a hunter. Not only would that mean she experiences the pain of being killed without actually dying- it would also prevent the spell from ever being properly removed. To avoid eyes, they had to drive for a good distance away and just parked at the side of a ditch at the edge of town.
Alice often leaned on trees to help her balance- she cannot be completely straight upright so her center of gravity is teetering at all times. It was also now doubly confusing for her body to interpret anything. In an office setting it was easier to tell that grass brushing her legs was not actually happening to her, because there is no grass in an office. Now both her and the buck were in the same forest, making it almost impossible to tell what sensation belonged to which entity. It was also unnerving being out in the open with no clothing on her lower body- and a permanently out, half-chub dick wobbling in front of her at all times. If anyone seen her she would be in trouble for a lot more reasons than that though- and hopefully there are no people this far into the forest to encounter her in the first place. But there is no telling how far the hunters go for a kill. Without any wolves in the area- human hunters need to cull the deer herds or they would reproduce faster than their food source can... which is why they wander into the city so often- there is too many of them.
Maddison and Alice had to be careful about approaching the deer as well- there is a lot of them, but since it is rutting season; getting too close to a deer might cause a buck to turn aggressive and charge antlers-first. And as Alice can confirm- those tines are real pointy; you don't want to be on the wrong end of those. A lot of these deer had been wandering into the city to cause mischief and nibble the more exotic plants out of people's yards- so they did not have any particular fear of humans. Maddison and Alice could pretty much walk right up to them without them trying to run- as long as they did not move abruptly. The problem is; almost all the deer they found are doe, not stags. The buck are on the run trying to find themselves as many doe to bury their pong in as possible before mating season ends- so they are a constantly moving target, and already much fewer in number than the doe.
The trees in these woods are massive- their branches high above so the forest floor is rather roomy to move around in. The ground is more of a soft mulch than simple soil. Many berry bushes- though most berries missing by now- and lots of mushrooms because autumn is the season the mycelium bloom. The tree roots are so massive they protrude from the ground often, making them a bit of a trip hazard. The fresh, earthy air helps calm Alice at least. The forest is a tranquil place to walk around in- a shame her situation was so dire or she could have enjoyed it more.
Maddison sighed as they walked past a group of three doe. "Well, at least we can eliminate three fourths of the deer population from our search criteria... since they are all female. Easy to spot the males when we do because of the antlers."
Alice shook her head sadly. "We need to get away from the doe I-I *bleat* think."
"Why?"
"The buck I am linked with has been over-sexed for almost two full days n-n-nOUUUGHw. His groin muscles ache from over-use. Unlike every other buck; he ISN'T looking for sex. He is going to be the only stag NOT trying to mount a doe. Plus hoOUUGH- h-he probably thinks he has some sort of ghost-lover or something, because he isn't smart enough to know what the hell my spell is doing."
"Yea- I can barely wrap my head around what your spell is doing."
She huffed, sounding like a buck snorting. "Well it isn't really doOUUgh- ing what it is supposed to anyway, so." Several of the deer around them lifted their head and looked confused at Alice when she bellowed like one of them.
They made their way still deeper into the forest- where the ground started to slant upward as the mountain started, though all the trees still pointed straight up. Alice started to walk closer to Maddison, and both of them noted that the doe were wandering closer to them. They were trailing several doe as well. It was a little creepy that they all suddenly started coming toward them at the same time, silently converging on the women.
Maddison put her hand out to push one of the deer back who was getting unnervingly close. "Uh... hey... there. What do you girls want?" The doe just licked her hand, because her skin tastes salty.
Several more converged on Alice, making it impossible to go forward without having to shove them out of the way first. "Okay- sorry ladies but we have... to go. We not... ugh."
Maddison looked at her. "You okay?"
"Y-yea they just keep... mmm touch."
The doe were practically grinding up against her, all turning either to the side or outright turning completely around, flicking their tails up, offering their rump to Alice. Oh no- they think Alice is a buck. Well... they aren't entirely wrong. Alice tried to move past them but they followed and kept trying to entice her into mounting! They wanted Alice to pick one of them- it did not occur to any of them that 'no' would even be a viable answer during mating season. They have never encountered a stag who didn't want to.
Their cool wet noses brushed against her causing her to flinch a bit, and their bodies kept rubbing hers. Unfortunately since her dick isn't covered by anything, it immediately stood up and started throbbing. Her slightly altered nose was picking up scents her conscious mind could not even register- but her body was still reacting to.
Maddison blushed brightly, getting sort of shuffled away from Alice by all the doe forming around her. "Uh... maybe you should just bang one so the rest go away?"
"N-NO! I *bleat* not... a-animal..." She tried to shove past them but only stumbled and was partially caught by yet more doe. "I am not a mahoOOAGH- m-male!"
Her hip started to tense up in pulses- her conscious mind trying to stop it while her unconscious mind tried to thrust. Her cock was bobbing up and down so regularly now it looked like it was nodded in agreement with the doe- flicking strands of glistening pre that the doe tried to catch on their tongues. One of the doe grabbed the end of Alice's cock in its mouth to suck lightly!
"N-nhoOOAH, s-s-stHOOohp!"
The pleasure caused her to flop forward; already at a forward lean by default because of her legs. The doe bowed her head to stay on the cock, so her head was under Alice's stomach, her neck along her torso and Alice trying to push herself up and off from the doe's shoulders, but without hands she could not grip the doe. Alice could not stop her hips from thrusting- mouth-fucking the doe without meaning to! The other doe grunt and started to disperse, since the buck had been stolen away. Usually the stag had to chase down and ambush a mate- not have the doe swarm and fight over him.
"Guh- get, off... neEED to get off! N-no, climb off. Need to cummmm, n-n-no HOOUGH! *bleat* Caaan't... stop!"
Several of her ribs popped, and her rib cage started to change proportions! It was pushing further forward, becoming barrel shaped, causing her breasts to drift apart from one another. Her breast flesh tightened, causing her tits to firm up and then slowly shrink! The hot tickling feeling of growing fur appeared on her underside as the fur line very slowly started to crawl up toward her changing chest!
Alice managed to get enough balance pushing a hoof against the doe's shoulders to shove her upper half off, but before she could skitter backward to pull out of the doe's mouth; her shoulder blades let out a loud crack and shifted forward! Her shoulders shifted forward to either side of her rounding rib cage, forcing a quadruped stance onto her front legs as well as the back! The change in proportion to her ribs also caused her back to let out some dull clicks and lengthen slightly- which would put her at even more of a slouch if she attempted to stand up... making it impossible for her to stand on two legs. She panted and her eyes stared into space with a lust consumed gaze even as she shook her head 'no'. Maddison looked away, blushing- but still kept glancing over from the corner of her eye every ten seconds anyway.
The doe slipped off, giving Alice a playful glance as she turned and broke the strand of saliva still connecting her to Alice's cock, before she turned completely around and flicked her tail up to show Alice her neon pink bits. Her udder is too tiny to see from any other angle- but from directly behind you could see the candy pink slope between her legs below her hungry pussy. Alice moved entirely on reflex, turning to try and mount her but did not move forward to actually be able to- her conscious mind still trying to control herself. If Maddison wasn't standing right there, she would likely already be gone.
The stag however could feel everything and utterly lacked Alice's futile restraint. The stag leaped up trying to mount the phantom doe, but Alice was so caught up struggling against her own feelings she was not at all prepared to also argue the stag's influence in all this, and her body mirrored his. Alice was at a stalemate with herself, so the stag decided what she did for her, mounting the doe using her body!
"N-nhooOOAH, Huuh, HOAAH *bleat* HOOAH!" Alice tried to close her mouth to just stop making any sounds at all but could not even manage that- they escaped like hiccups, she could not stop bellowing like a buck!
Alice gripped the doe around her sides tightly with her forelegs and hammered into her pussy with fast and strong thrusts. The pleasure was explosive- it was all she could think about. It was like a vivid dream- her body just moved on its own, she was just a passenger trapped in the experience.
Alice's nose got longer, dragging out her upper jaw as well and her teeth started to fuse back into the jawbone on the top... cervine only have bottom teeth in the front. Her face became longer and longer and more and more narrow, deforming the shape of her entire skull as the deer's shape was forced into her, stretching her humanity into obscurity. Her torso completed its changes with the last alteration being her breasts regressing into nothing- not even colored dots to mark where nipples had formerly been, and the fur covered it and spread up her neck now, picking up speed. The stag was thrusting so rigorously the strands of precum spurting out were hitting his own underside as well as the ground under him as he thrust into the doe remotely.
Alice cannot see her own head to know how much is left but she tried to visualize it- trying to imagine herself some humanity to hold onto but it was a losing game. Her face stretched out far enough that her eyes were forced out to the sides like a prey species. The end of her nose moistened and darkened. Alice's human hair started to quickly fall out- that much she could see. She watched the strands of red-brown hair fall away and collect on the ground under them like discarded trash. The fur consumed her face and her iris expanded to hide the white of her eyes, darkening their color. The end of her face white- and bordered by a black streak across the top half of her muzzle, touching the black of her bare nose tip.
Alice reared her head up several times- another bellow trying to get out but she was holding it in pointlessly; just trying to blindly defy the changes in any minuscule way she can manage. Her pleasure peaked though, and the stag erupted cum all over the forest floor yet again- which forcefully also triggered Alice to cum! The pleasure whited her thoughts completely again, and her brief moment of defiance faltered and she let out a very loud bellow in triumph as she came into the doe and then practically collapsed on top of her, making her front legs buckle from the deadweight.
Maddison shrugged- still not making direct eye contact. "W-well... now you don't have to worry about being tripped up by random changes. Nothing left to change- except back to a human!"
*Can... you...?*
"Hear you? Yea. I set up the telekinetic link. We can... get back to the hunt whenever you're... ready- able- willing. Whatever."
*Need... catch my breath.*
The doe slipped out from under her and she slumped to the ground like a corpse, breathing heavily still. Too much sex, too much pleasure... not to mention the changes and trying to resist them drained the hell out of her. She also felt rather defeated- like the stag had gotten his revenge on her for putting the spell on him in the first place. Or just reality slapping her in the face for being stupid enough to do it in the first place.
After a bit Alice rose shakily onto all fours and followed Maddison as their hunt continued. Now she kept her head low and her ears flopped over in shame of what she has become. The forest thinned as it went up the mountain and the slopes became steeper and more rocky... it was also unlikely the deer would venture up there.
Maddison grumbled, looking back toward the front of the forest. "Actually... I am going to look that way, but, you go back to my truck and wait there. I will bring the stag if I see him."
*What? No, we search better together! Why would I wait back there??*
"Because there are hunters in these woods and now you look exactly like a normal-ass buck. I can't afford to bring you toward that area of the woods, and then have you be shot to death by some random hillbilly. We don't have a type of magic to undo being shot."
Well- she doesn't look EXACTLY like the other deer. None of the other deer are wearing a purple top and sleeves. Though a bit stretched- her shirt still fits fine. Her chest growing further out forward would have pulled it too tightly- except that she also lost her breasts, which created more space. Her arms are a slightly different shape and her hands are gone but otherwise they are the same size, so the sleeves still fit exactly the same as they did before... they are just a bit too warm now because she also has fur under it.
*The stag is there, and he is just as likely to be shot as I will be. If he gets killed I am just as fucked regardless. I am coming.*
"Hrrrmn..."
Her fate would actually be worse than the bucks if he were to be shot and killed. Because he will die- she won't. The spell won't cancel and won't be able to be canceled by anyone else at that point... which means she will always feel what he does, even after he is dead. His body decaying... the carrion creatures that come to eat it. The bones being gnawed by rodents. Then the cold void of oblivion for the rest of her days. She would much rather be shot herself than allow him to be shot in her place.
The two wandered the woods, scanning the large gap between the immense trees at the heads of all the deer, for any who sported antlers. Maddison also tried to ride Alice like a mount but that absolutely did not work- Alice can't hold that much weight on her back.
Alice froze a moment and immediately lifted her head in shock. *WATER*
"Oh shit- he is in the river?!"
*Blowing his load repeatedly is making him dehydrated!*
They both ran as fast as they could- there was only one river in the forest, so only one place he could be. Trees don't grow inside the river, so they can look both up and down the length of the river from a single spot to see him.
Unfortunately it was not quite that easy- when they arrived they seen quite a few deer grouped up by a deep area of the river where it pooled a bit. Again; most were doe, but there was three bucks present. If they mess up and grab the wrong one- all the others will run away. They have to make sure they grab the correct stag. None of them had any unique markings. Alice stomped her front hoof and two of the three mirrored her. Okay, that eliminates one.
There was a quiet *pfft* sound as one of the buck farted and all of the other deer immediately stopped what they were doing, raised their heads and looked at him. Maddison pointed at him.
"Cabbage-eater! Get him!"
Alice and Maddison charged at him and all the other deer scattered away to the sides! The buck easily outran Maddison without even trying- Alice however is just as fast as he is... since she literally has the exact same body. She brushed her antlers against trees as she ran deliberately, causing the buck to flinch and lose ground in confusion. Alice had to rely on his influence a bit too though, because she is not at all used to running on all fours.
Time seemed to slow for Alice when she seen the glint of glass, and caught out of the corner of her eye bright orange behind a tree. A hunter! He is aiming at the buck!
The hunter grinned. "Got you now, twitchy."
The stag immediately stopped and ducked the second the gun went off and the bullet flew between the tines of his antlers. The hunter quickly cleared the chamber and loaded the next bullet with a frustrated grunt, then seen Alice charging at him from the side! The hunter put the gun down and ran back, but before he got anywhere the buck ran up, spun up onto his front two legs and slammed the hunter in the side of the head with both rear hooves, blowing him straight off his feet and through several feet of air before hitting the ground. Before the hunter even knew what happened, he looked up and seen two sets of antlers bowed down- pointing at his head from either side, preventing him from getting up. Alice stomped her hoof down between the gun and its strap and kicked it away, behind herself and out of his reach. She can influence the stag's actions- so every fight is going to be two against one. She is effectively two deer.
Maddison caught up, wheezing to get her breath back a half minute after the hunter had been pinned already. "Holy... fuck... they run fast. Uhm, can you like... not... kill these deer? They are my friends, so. You can kill whatever other deer you want- I don't care. Just leave these two."
He scoffed. "Well ain't that cute." He pointed to the regular buck. "But I have been watching this one all day and I am convinced he is God damn possessed. Been twitching and dancing around like he lost his damn mind. Needs to be put out of his misery. Choose better friends."
"N-no, I mean they are my friends from... er, I mean they are HUMAN. Or, one is human and the other is linked to a... human. That probably sounds crazy."
"Well that much you've got right at least. Also sounds like bullshit to me. You're one of those damn hippies always trying to save everyone. I got news for you- for creatures to live other creatures need to die. Resources don't just pop out from nothing."
"Okay, but- see how this one is wearing clothes? She is a human who turned into a deer. And she needs this deer to be a human again."
The man scrunched up his face and shook his head lightly. "Right, and they decided to come out to the forest in the form of a deer because they enjoy being shot?"
Maddison sighed, picking up his gun. "Guess I will just be taking this, then, so you don't shoot us in the back. Sorry."
The man growled- unable to stop her since the deer were pinning him down still. The buck followed them as they ran- half because it is a herd animal and it was following Alice willingly, and half because Alice was running which made his body also want to run; being partially puppeteered. Now that they were side-by-side it really was like looking at a reflection. Every twitch of their ear, flick of the tail, and the movement of their legs as they trot was exactly identical; done in perfect synchronicity. They both also had their dicks away for once. Now that Alice is fully the buck- their last orgasm really was the last one. If she is an exact copy of him- that means they have the same refractory period, so when they got off last, they were finally spent. That means the spell effects have ended, but the spell itself is still active... and because of how out of control it already became there really isn't any way of telling that the end condition even triggered, because Alice was already fully lost anyway. It is like putting out a fire after all that is left of the house is ash- there was nothing left to burn anyway.
Even Alice could not get into the actual truck, because her body was completely different shaped now and her antlers kept getting caught on everything when she tried, so she just lured the stag into the truck bed and sat down so he would sit too. She did not trust him to stand up- he doesn't know how vehicles work to brace himself so if he was standing he would just tumble off the back as soon as the truck moved. Maddison tossed the gun onto the passenger seat and took off as fast as she could- kicking up a storm of dust behind the truck. They need to get this guy to her house as fast as possible to end all this before any more complications arise.
As they drove back past the parking lot they once again heard the hunter shouting at them from beside his own vehicle.
"There they go! She is kidnapping those deer! Someone stop them- they stole my fuckin' gun too!" Everyone else around him glanced at the truck speeding off and shrugged in confusion. "Aw, hell to this." He jumped into his own truck and took off.
They were on the highway that skirts the city proper, returning to Alice's home when Alice looked nervously to Maddison.
*Uuuh, Mad? Could you maybe go a little faster?*
"I don't think so. The muffler already sounds like it is about to rattle off the bottom. I trust the old truck but not enough to push my luck." She glanced back. "Why?"
She seen in the rearview- the hunter in his truck, going well past the speed limit to catch up to them quickly. And then as he caught up he leaned out the driver side window with a pistol in his hand!
"You nature hugging hippy shit! If you don't let me hunt my deer- I will hunt YOU."
He shot the side of the truck, deflecting off the side, just leaving a cut up the side of the truck as a warning shot. The truck shook from Maddison getting scared from the shot and almost yanking the steering wheel to the side on reflect.
"Are you kidding me? This truck might be a piece of shit, but it is MY piece of shit." Another shot grazed them. "Jesus! You're trying to murder us because of an old bolt action?" Without slowing down she grabbed his rifle up off the seat and held it out her driver's window. "Look- we don't want it, you just made us take it. Have it back!"
She tossed the rifle onto the road beside the truck and it immediately bounced up and back down directly into the left tire of the hunter's truck causing his truck to jump, and the gun to get smashed in half.
"You broke my God damn gun!"
"Oh for fuck's sake. Technically YOU broke the gun."
He shot at them again- this time hitting the edge of the back flap on the bed- clearly aiming for the two deer. Maddison glanced around trying to look for somewhere to lose him but there was no turnoffs for a bit, and no one was on the road right now really. Where was a stray cop when you needed one? She can't take her cell out to call the police while also driving the truck as fast as she can. She seen him taking aim at Alice and the buck again and did the only thing she could think of- slammed the breaks. The deer were shoved up against the body of the truck, and the back of the truck smashed into the front of the hunter's truck. Maddison hit the gas immediately after, so when the hunter rammed into them they returned to full speed quickly. The hunter's truck wobbled violently but he refused to let off the gas and lose his prey, and he managed to straighten it out. Both his headlights were gone now and the front grill looked like crumpled tinfoil. The back fender on Maddison's truck was rattling around ready to fall off at any moment.
As soon as he managed to steady the truck again he leaned out the side, taking aim with his pistol. Maddison's truck isn't going to be able to take many hits like that, but the two sitting deer might as well be two sitting ducks back there, waiting to get shot otherwise. Alice got the stag to stand up, gave him a nod while staring into his eyes. He looked at her confused, flicked his ears and then very slowly nodded back.
*Sorry you're dick is too small to let anything go. But we couldn't give less of a buck.*
The hunter shot at Alice first, but both deer bowed their heads and the bullet went through the rear window over their heads and stopped lodged halfway out the front windshield, covering it with hairline cracks! The two stag locked their antlers together, then they swung around and the buck yanked his head up, ripping Alice off the bed of the truck and threw her off the back!! Alice curled herself and hit back-first into the hunter's windshield exploding it inward and causing the entire front of the vehicle to bounce off the road. The truck came to an abrupt stop, turning to the side a bit from the force of trying to stop so suddenly, and then lurched onto two wheels.
"Oooh, no no no no no!" He shook his head at the approaching ground.
His front half was still out the driver side window, but now Alice was taking up the entire cab, preventing him from getting back inside! The truck slowly fell over onto its side- pinning him to the ground under its weight! Maddison stopped her truck immediately when she seen Alice fly off like a cervine missile. She ran over to see if she was okay, but Alice got up just fine. Both her and the stag winced- they were hurt, but all things considered; not that badly. Her back was covered with small cuts from the exploded glass, and bruised from the impact but nothing was broken. Her shirt was all cut up at the back- having it still on probably helped shield her a bit. She jumped back into the bed with the stag and Maddison quickly called the cops on the psychopath hunter and bolted from the scene before they actually show up.
Both the stag and Alice were so tired, and sore, and just emotionally drained and ready for this to be over finally. Maddison already had the catalyst ready and the book out and on the page she needed so she cast the counter spell the moment they got inside- not even cleaning the blood off Alice's back first.
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After about a week, the sting of the truck accident and the strain of her ordeal started to fade and life got back to... mostly normal. The transformation back luckily had been virtually instant, unlike her transformation into a deer, which had been annoyingly slow. Going from feeling two bodies all the time back to only feeling her own was like walking out of the mosh pit at a concert and stepping into a library. EVERYTHING seemed so calm and tranquil in comparison. It would also be a good long while before she got horny again.
Alice finished tossing the huge bowl of leafy salad, showing it to Maddison. "Eh?"
Maddison smiled from her seat on the couch. "Nice stuff. He is lucky to have a girlfriend like you!"
"Yo damn right." She turned to shout down the hall. "Honey- breakfaaaast!"
Buck came wandering into the kitchen from the bedroom,yawning and then shaking his head- accidentally scraping the wall on either side of the hall with his antlers.
"Aaah- I told you to be careful when you do that. Anyway... me and Maddison are going to the movies so you have the house to yourself today."
He grunt and nodded, then trot over to the counter to put his head into the salad bowl.
Maddison stood up and went over to Alice as they headed for the front door. "I wonder if he will ever try to invite his own friends over for a party? Haha."
"No way! No stag parties!"
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The day had already been a loss from the start, and it only ever got worse.
Overdosing on those potions seemed like the best idea that she'd never had. What had been little more than a random urge, an impulse to do something horny really, had turned into a brand new lease on life for Starry once the effects became permanent. Yes, she had to wake up every morning on a bed of breasts larger than most people, and was beset by a whole host of issues regarding lactation, milk storage, and the occasional breaking of doorframes, but, on the other hand… well, those things were true, and they were their own reward.
Getting up from bed was so much easier when said bed was comprised of her own multiple busts, doubly so considering she spent her eight hours being actively drained by wall-mounted machinery. Now, the main issue there was that her new state of being existed in an unstable equilibrium: everything was fine so long as it went according to schedule and didn't deviate even an inch from the norm, but throw off her plans even the slightest bit, and suddenly everything came crashing down.
This made it especially difficult for the taurvix when no one around her seemed to realise she was having an especially productive day. Normally she'd have dozens of mouths all ready to service her, without even having to ask for any volunteers; hell, at times it was genuinely difficult for her to get anything done with how many people wanted to get close to her to "help", enough so that, perhaps, she'd grown accustomed to it. Grown to take it for granted, in addition to just grown in general.
With a lack of relief came a need for draining, but all she had were her own two hands, and these weren't nearly enough to handle even one of her pairs, alone all four. With her tauric paws being far too clumsy to do anything other than prod at her milky udders, it fell on others to provide assistance when she filled up too quickly; with no one there, the vixen had nowhere to go but out, as she filled up more and more over the course of the morning, as she was ignored for the entirety of lunch, and as her body continued to try and vent pressure for the rest of the afternoon.
Of course, the way her physiology decided to make due for the lack of external help was about as restrained as it itself was on a regular basis. A body as excessively self-indulgent as Starry's needed equally ridiculous measures to be kept in line, and in practice, without anyone there to help her drain out her ludicrous quantities of milk, the only reasonable solution was to add more storage space.
The first extra row came in without the vixen even realising it, but by the time her taurso was extended a couple of feet so another rack could grow in for the second and then third times, Starry was already well-aware of how terribly screwed she was unless she found some help. Alas, no matter how big she bloated, no matter how many more tits grew in, no one seemed to care; if anything, by the time she was allowed to go home from work, people seemed to be actively ignoring her, leaving the vixen both interminably confused, and endlessly horny.
She didn't even go home. Why should she? None of her machines would be able to milk her in the state she was in: two rows of milkers on her chest, and an almost inconceivable ten down below on an expanded taurso, each one so impossibly stuffed that she literally wouldn't be able to fit through her front door anyway, so why even try?
Her one solution, the one way out of that emergency, was finding someone who could milk her themselves; so, armed with the very last of her mobility (even if her body had to be warped and stretched just to maintain it), Starry headed off, away from town, down a nature trail that was supposedly rife with tourists that time of year.
Surely, visitors would be more than happy to get their hands on a local attraction. She was famous… right? Everyone could hear her at least: slorshing and churning aggressively, her immense body leaking milk from every tired-sized teat, the countless gallons not nearly enough to help her vent all the pressure she felt inside her. They'd certainly be able to see her too: it was hard to tell how tall she was, given how much of it was boob height; how exactly she still managed to walk was anyone's guess, but Starry wasn't about to start asking questions, lest the universe decide to ask some back.
All she could hear was the milk inside her, the cacophonous currents of dairy all begging to be let out, along with her own moans as she dragged her sensitive buds across the ground. No clothes on, of course; there could be nothing big enough to cover a body like hers, and even if there was, Starry was sure to throw it out: she needed to be seen, after all, to make it fully known how desperately in need of a good milking she was.
Nevertheless, nothing and no one made themselves known, to the point where the taurvix was left wondering if they were just going to cross the line there. A horrifying thought: ever since her transformation she'd lived under the threat of crossing this dreaded tipping point, of overproducing to such an extent that she'd become too big, too milky to drain down. Of becoming so enormous that no one would be able to bring her back to what counted as her "normal", of diving straight off the deep end and becoming nothing but an uncontrollable dairy factory. And with no one around to help, this was exactly what was going to happen… except for those lights out in front.
Normally, she wouldn't dare go into a house in such a state. For one, she was far too large to fit, and beyond that, she didn't have the money to pay for the damages she was sure to cause; she needed to be outside to be milked when she reached sizes like those, but with her mind quickly shattering into tiny pieces, and her willpower going along with it, Starry no longer cared: she needed to be milked, and there was a large inn just off the road up ahead, in a lone stretch of trail, with no signs or parking lot, and no movement from tourists whatsoever. Suspicious, yes, but it was there and the lights were on, so it passed through what remained of Starry's standards.
How she managed to drag herself all the way to the front door was anyone's guess. How she managed to angle herself such that she was capable of going through the front door was nothing if not an outright miracle. But even here, cold reality had to set in: the doors to the inn might be double-wide and perfect for a large amount of people to move through them, but they weren't built to withstand all that Starry had to offer. The vixen had to push each one of her breasts through the much-too-small opening, individually, one by one, painstakingly, squeezing herself down hard enough that she nearly managed to milk those things dry for once.
Two pairs up top and fourteen down below, all of them needing to be slowly pushed from one side of the two-storey structure to the other, Starry not even thinking about how little room there would be once she was in there. All she cared about was the next goal, the next breast; her mind was focused entirely on getting through, on squeezing each individual tit, and everything else became secondary. The only moment when her mind veered towards a different direction came when her very last breast got stuck in the doorframe, and for a brief second or two, Starry panicked: had she finally grown too large to fit through? Had it begun? Had her body's upwards collapse started?
But then the frame itself broke, the wall around it cracked, and she lost her balance… only to find herself still sitting on a throne of milky udders, on account of them being too big for her to trip in any direction. Instead, she just… wobbled, before returning to a resting state, still stuck atop herself, but now with plenty of room to breathe.
More than enough room to breathe, actually; once actually inside the inn, even Starry, in the horned-up, milk-hazed state of mind she was in, could recognise that the place was significantly wider and taller than it should be, the ceiling rising to what felt like much more than two stories tall. Similarly, the entrance foyer was spacious enough to house her and probably a few more like her, which at the very least left her feeling far less claustrophobic than she had been until then.
Her body thought so too. Now free from the constraint of fear, and knowing it had plenty of room to grow into, as well as an entire building potentially filled with people to help, it more or less unfurled. With a mighty, ear-splitting glorsh, the vixtaur's body exploded in every direction, her tits surging outwards as they packed on weight, size, mass, stuffing, pools' worth of dairy spilling from her nipples as each of her breasts filled to take up around as much room as two full shipping containers… in addition to the four extra pairs of tits that sprouted on her chest, and the six more that found enough space downstairs to intrude upon the existing ones.
She was unravelling, and she knew it. She was bloating, filling, growing, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, and gods above, why did it feel so good? Why was she staring down at a poor, defenceless clerk, a tiny little lynx who barely reached one of her nips, and thinking of bringing him over just so he could drink to his little heart's content? The pressure, heavens, the pressure!
"H-Hum, hello!" the small feline tried their best to say, stumbling over even those two simple words, "M-may I ask if you h-h-ave a reservation?"
"I am in the middle of a lactation-based emergency," Starry rattled out, moreso by instinct than anything else; it wasn't her talking, it was her brain, "and if you don't get me someone to milk me right now, right fucking now, there isn't going to be an inn left for you to milk me in."
She doubled over. As if in response to her statement, her body resolved to throw another wave of pressure and pleasure at her, leaving the vixen unable to think properly for a few seconds… just enough for another transformation to wreak havoc with her form. All she heard was a sloshing noise, just one: rumbling, from a low volume to one high enough to nearly pierce her eardrums, shaking the whole structure around her as her tits grew to make their previous size seem tiny in comparison.
If they were about as big as two cargo containers, now they were around as wide as two of those things stacked in a line, with all the extra size that came with it; and, lacking any reason not to, her form burst forth with even more udders: by the end, she was saddled with ten racks on her extended chest and thirty on a taurso that looked more like an extended train carriage by that point, thoroughly stranding Starry on… well, herself.
"I don't care what you do. I don't care what you need to do. I don't care what eldritch creatures you need to make a pact with," Starry enunciated, very carefully picking her tone… before exploding into a shout, "but you're going to MILK ME THIS FUCKING INSTANT!"
The lynx didn't flinch: he jumped backwards, eyes wide and mouth trembling as if he were a moment away from breaking into a crying fit, before he cleared his throat and recomposed himself as best as he could; only so much one could do when presented with someone like Starry, though, to his credit, the young man performed admirably… even if his voice came shaky and ready to crack at any moment when he did speak up again.
"Apologies, but our employer insisted that you be welcomed in this manner. We apologise for any inconvenience this might've caused, but we must also insist that you please follow protocol. A moment."
Starry was one second away from leaning down and grabbing that disobedient kitten by the scruff of the neck when she noticed he wasn't there anymore. He didn't move around her, to where her tits would block her field of view; rather, he simply poofed out of existence in between blinks, like he'd never been there to begin with. The taurvix was so confused that, for a fleeting moment, she retained her lucidity in more than just an emergency manner, long enough to see the air around her was rippling much like a heat mirage.
Absent the heat, oddly enough. In fact, she felt quite comfortable in there, at just the right temperature that she might as well have left a warm bath and walked into a heated bathroom, ready and waiting for her to dry herself off. It was the sort of familiar sensation that automatically brought her defences down, since clearly she had to be at home or somewhere similar to experience it.
It wasn't long before Starry wrested control of herself from whatever force had taken it, but it was long enough to distract her from why it had happened in the first place. In front of her, "standing" on a patch of empty air, was the clerk, smiling with his head tipped slightly to the side, his fuzzy ears twitching with each of the vixen's own heartbeats. The smile was genuine, the teeth even more so, and when he opened his mouth, what came out was not his voice, but something else entirely.
It was deep, in the sense that, were it true noise, it would rumble like gravel rolling over rocks, the slow but inevitable fury of a mountain as it was risen from the depths of the planet over countless ages. Deep in that it brought to mind images of a great and awesome beast, far grander than the Earth itself, capable of swallowing it in a single gulp, presumably without noticing it was there at all. But rather than spoken, the words were thought, directly into Starry's own brain, as if her own mind was producing them.
"A suitable specimen. A lively one, ready for the harvest," the thing intoned, each sound echoing inside the vixen's head, "one more fallen to the trap, but perhaps, one that can live up to expectations."
The rippling air around her was split. It brought to mind images of cleaved planes, of a sword cutting through a piece of paper and the top and bottom halves misaligning; the world behind the "cuts" was the same as before, but visually, there was a tear that shouldn't be there, one that opened multiple times in different spots, one that revealed nothing but inky blackness on the other side.
"There have been so many," the 'voice' continued, "so many that sought us, so many that fell to us, and not one has made it to the end we desired for them. Too weak. Too lustful. Too easily led astray by their own desires. Not one was able to hold onto what had to be done, to turn it into the duty that it was; not one remained sane for long once we entered them."
The intrusion continued in earnest, the darkness beyond writhing, squirming as slithering appendages poured through the cracks, pulling them apart wider like gaping, slavering mouths filled with a myriad of misshapen tongues. Dozens of them, approaching her far too quickly for her liking, leaving the vixen… looking more annoyed than anything else.
"But you, kit, you sh-"
"Listen, first off, fuck you," Starry shouted back, staring down a lynx that was likely not even there anymore, "secondly, whatever? Thirdly, tentacles: I got tits, you got pumps, now shut up, stick yourself in, and MILK ME before I blow this whole place up into shrapnel, alright?!"
There was a moment of silence where even the sounds of the intruding tongues ceased entirely. A moment where nothing happened, and the voice stopped resonating; a moment where, perhaps, whatever entity was responsible for the show had to stop and take stock of what had just happened, on account of… well, Starry herself.
She hadn't stopped filling, and though the room had done its best to keep up with her rate of growth, even demonic not-beings from beyond the veil had limits to how much they could stretch reality before it threw its hands up and walked out. For whatever was speaking to her, this limit was fast-approaching, and were it not for its certainty in its own dominion, the entity might very well have been worried by this.
It would learn to be worried regardless.
"If you so desire," were its last words before its body erupted from the cracks it produced, lunging for Starry with enough speed that even the vixtaur's hungry eyes failed to see it coming. One moment she was seeing the very tips of whatever those tentacles were, and the next they were wrapped around her many teats, tugging on them as their grip tightened with each passing second.
But it wasn't painful, nor did she scream for it to stop. Others might feel violated, perhaps worse even, but not her; she was stuffed, she was desperate for a draining, and she needed to be milked, so as long as this thing was happy to do that, she wasn't going to spurn it. In fact, she was going to encourage it; how, exactly, she had no clue, but Starry was certain that trying to move herself around, providing a minimal amount of jiggle to her immense self, might do the trick.
Mixed results at best, but the intention definitely counted. Her body was too big for her to have any effect on it just on muscle power alone, but her enthusiasm was duly noted when, right after she tried wiggling, every tentacle plunged into her tits simultaneously. The vixen blacked out, in the same way one would after being clocked in the head by a particularly heavy rock; thankfully, when she came back to, there was no concussion or heavy bleeding, just a few dozen tentacles jackhammering into her multiple arrays of breasts.
Just. She liked that word. It denoted normalcy, almost as if what she was going through wasn't the fever dream of a size enthusiast after being given enough hallucinogens to knock out a large land mammal… like herself, now that she thought about it. A recursive form of excess, where merely thinking about it was enough to trigger further development, where the arousal that came from having her form made Starry even bigger, even milkier, even harder to handle. How the whole inn wasn't creaking was anyone's guess, but given the interdimensional tentacle things, there was probably something sinister going on behind the scenes there.
The voice tried speaking to her many more times, of course. It attempted many great schemes to subvert the vixen's mind, to force her to bend the knee, as it were, to its perceived superiority and dominance. Maybe it thought it had the upper hand; maybe, because its tentacles were all up in Starry's business, the creature believed itself to be in control of the situation, which was about as laughable as anything could be in that scenario.
No one could control her; hell, she didn't even control herself, let alone give anyone the chance! Her body was a force of nature, existing outside the bounds of regular mortality, and it wasn't going to be some slithery, slimy goo thing stuffing her tits that made that untrue.
And it would learn it. It would learn this the hard way, when it tried pushing deeper into Starry's breasts and found that the pressure was too great for it to do so; it hesitated, enough that the taurvix could tell, when it knew that it could no longer get any more of itself inside of her. There was space, theoretically speaking, in that the tentacles could technically push some milk out and force their way in; technically, because in practice, the state of matter that Starry's dairy was in was so hyper-compressed that it might as well have gone beyond solid, into some exotic form that defied comprehension by even the greatest of thinking minds.
So, definitely not hers. Mostly because she was too busy screaming at the beast beyond to go harder, much to the creature's apparent confusion. Maybe it wasn't used to not being able to do something, or perhaps the fact that Starry was demanding more of it when it was already giving it its all was… demeaning. Whatever the case, there was clearly effort being put in there, clearly plenty of energy spent trying to pleasure the vixen; it just wasn't enough.
The more the entity tried, the more Starry's body fought back. It didn't matter how deep the tentacles went, because a moment later the vixtaur's tits would be so much larger that the appendages were barely in at all. It didn't matter how many tentacles were produced; their combined length wasn't enough to cover the full circumference of those titanic milkers, nor were their numbers sufficient to handle all of what Starry had on her. It was as she had feared: her tipping point had been reached, crossed, and happily sailed over, leaving her entirely in the hands of her own physiology. And that… that was dangerous.
She had no clue where her limits lay; she may not even have them at all! For all she knew, she was perfectly capable of growing infinitely until all the universe was nothing but vixen in every direction, soft and milky and warm and sloshy, and ready to birth a new reality as soon as climax struck. A pity that she was yet ignorant of all the other alter-selves looking down at her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike; they'd been waiting for an opportunity such as that one for a long while already, hence why they even allowed it to happen.
The mewling wretch trying to break through to the plane Starry was on did truly believe itself the master of its domain… and, to a certain extent, it was, though mostly because all the other Starries allowed it to be. It made for a wonderful way to reach other vixens in that wide multiverse of theirs; rather than needing to individually search for one that was close to ascension, they could just let loose their pet lust monstrosity and it would soon learn what it was like to deal with someone of their calibre.
This one, however, was different. This Starry wasn't nearly as big or productive as others were; there were plenty of alter-vixens who could wipe the floor with her in absolute numbers, but she was still… different, in some odd and indeterminable way. Less predictable, maybe, more uncontrollable, like her body was an engine constantly on overclock, having blown through its safety limits years prior, constantly on the edge of a complete meltdown. All she needed was a little push, just a little something to get her to not be on schedule for just long enough that it became a legitimate issue, until finally, she arrived at where she needed to be. At where she deserved to be.
Eternal, never ending climax. And an ocean's worth of milk to go with it.
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"Are you sure that this is the place?"
"Positive; that's what the crystal locator said."
It was understandable how Spyra would be heavily doubtful of the locator's signal; gem
deposits had a tendency to be so shiny that their entire tunnel system was illuminated, the glow
visible even during the daytime. With the moon up high and the darkness surrounding them, the
entrance to the cave should be as bright as a full aurora, glinting with millions of dazzling
colours and beckoning all travellers to come fetch some. Instead, the stone arch was pitch black,
a curtain of inky nothingness that almost felt solid when Spyra and Volt approached it; the
former in particular was extremely unnerved by it, feeling she could stretch her hand out and it
would touch some kind of goopy, sticky material.
"I'm not sure I like this…" she mumbled, taking a step back.
"Hmm…" - Volt was looking at the locator printout, trying to get his bearings in order to
make sure he hadn't gotten something horribly wrong - "No, this is definitely the place…
shouldn't be this dark though…"
"Volt, let's just leave, come o-VOLT!"
Before she could finish her thought, Spyra saw her companion take a step forward into the
cave, predictably vanishing on the other side of the darkness when his body was completely
swallowed by it. Fearing that the damned thing might genuinely be some kind of portal, the
dragoness looked around for anything that could help her, anyone that could help her; being in
the woods made doing that surprisingly difficult, and with her companion gone, it was up to her
to do some rescuing.
If only she weren't absolutely terrified of the implications of vanishing through solid shadow.
The dragoness held her breath, trying to psych herself up to take the plunge; it wouldn't be
the first time she dove into a potentially unstable portal, and given her luck and history, probably
wouldn't be the last either. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? Having to whack a
few mooks with her tail, maybe breathe some fire on a couple of unlucky sods who happened to
be in the way… and Volt would be there as well, so that'd make it twice as easy! Yeah!
At least, that's what she wanted to tell herself. In reality, the only thing that seemed to
register with her was the immense dread and incomprehensibly powerful fear reaction that the
cave entrance provoked in her, locking her feet and legs into place and not allowing her the
slightest motion, either closer to it or running further away; the blackness had consumed her,
taken her hostage in her own body, and Spyra became convinced that she, too, would be
swallowed up by it never to be seen again…
… that is, of course, until the curtain of black was dispelled by Volt from the other side,
fading away from existence before her very eyes in just a few seconds and revealing a very
annoyed-looking, grumpy dragon on the other side of it.
"It was a bust," he sighed, "whoever got here first took most of the gems and left the illusion
behind so no one would think to look for the rest."
Spyra took a few moments to get herself up to speed on what had just happened, after which
she finally took one step forward to join her friend inside the cave, still eyeing the whole thing
suspiciously as if expecting it to chomp down on her the moment she went in. The interior was
surprisingly dull, however, and a quick scan revealed a series of empty gem clusters where the
most precious of the lot had been roughly torn away, leaving behind just enough rough-hewn
chunks to provide some low-level illumination. It was far from the bounty promised by the
person who sold them the crystal locator, and both dragons couldn't help but feel they had just
wasted two days hiking for no good reason.
"We should be able to do something with these stumps… I think," Volt spoke to himself, "if
you want to bother harvesting them. Probably not enough for anything interesting, but you could
maybe cook up a few simple healing spells out of this…?"
"Unlikely. Did you look further in?" - Spyra pointed at one of the side tunnels, leading
further into the mountain. Volt shook his head, prompting the dragoness to start walking towards
it - "I doubt they made off with all of the gems; come on, there might still be something
interesting in here."
With that, Spyra dove straight into the tunnel, occasionally glancing back to make sure Volt
was still trailing behind her; the unnaturally terrifying darkness was dispelled, sure, but the two
were still going spelunking somewhere with basically no ambient light, no map to guide them,
and no assurance of having anything useful once they were "done". It was dangerous work in the
best of circumstances, and the two were already tuckered out from the trip there, meaning that
extra care was necessary to prevent any disasters.
The further down they went, the more things stayed the same. Whoever had swung by the
cave had done a distressingly good job cleaning out the gem clusters of anything valuable,
leaving very little behind for Spyra and Volt to use; the dragoness nonetheless insisted on
carrying on, truly believing that they'd find something of value if they just kept searching. It was
borderline self-delusion, but she wasn't about to give up after spending so long tracking that cave
down, even if it meant losing several more hours combing through barren stone walls.
Volt, at least, was as supportive as he could be for the whole process; not once did he
complain about having to help her climb up ledges or leap over canyons, the extent of his
annoyance being restricted to the occasional comment about how the glow around them seemed
awfully familiar to what it had been half an hour before.
Said comments began to die out when the both of them noticed something changing all
around them. Took… a while, but the familiar dancing light of pure, untapped gems began to
play at the edges of their vision, directing them ever closer to their prize. Streaks of rainbow
flashed on the coarse stone around them, occasionally highlighted by a bright flash whenever one
of the crystals had a small magical discharge. Neither of them said anything as they walked
closer to the source of the glow, finding it to be far more powerful and brighter than anything
they'd ever seen before. Whatever they were approaching, it had to be big, which is why it only
surprised them a tiny bit when they finally emerged into a gigantic open cavern, wide enough to
easily fit their house, and so tall that they couldn't even see the ceiling!
The tunnel just opened into it, no indication of what was about to happen; one moment they
were struggling to get through a narrow passage, the other they were staring down a vast,
gem-encrusted crystal cluster covering what had to be miles of wall all around them. Spyra could
hardly speak, entranced by the sudden discovery, while Volt's eyes had glazed over just thinking
about the possibilities.
The gems themselves were slightly different from normal; usually, those things kept to fairly
similar shapes, cut in much the same way by both magical currents and just regular geological
processes. The ones in there, however, were oddly misshapen and came in wildly different sizes,
something neither of the dragons had ever seen. Each crystal pulsated with power, their glow
fading and growing stronger on a heartbeat-like rhythm, filling the air around them with a
beautiful spectacle of phantom lights. It was a treasure trove, a fortune in gems just waiting to be
plucked… which brought up the question of why they were even there at all.
Up until then, every gem cluster they had found was empty of anything but scraps, right up
until the end of the corridor leading into their current location. It was very unlikely that whoever
had gone through the trouble of clearing everything else out had just randomly decided to leave
the biggest slice of the pie untouched, which had a whole lot of worrying implications that
neither Volt nor Spyra were in any proper position to think about; all they cared was getting as
much of that sparkling treasure back with them as they could carry, and to that end, the
dragoness fell on her knees to start cracking apart some of the crystals closest to the ground.
Volt, meanwhile, looked back to see what he could help with, only to see something that
somehow managed to divert his attention away from his draconic greed.
Now, Spyra had never been skinny or lithe; though not necessarily as well-endowed as she
would've liked herself to be, the dragoness nonetheless had a stunning figure and could easily fill
out a dress in all the right ways if it was just the right size for her. She still sometimes wished for
a little something more, only to blow off the idea of learning the immensely complex magic
required to perform successful alterations to her body; it was a dream, a silly one, and she was
happy to keep it that way.
This made it somewhat surprising for Volt when he saw his friend's jeans begin to bulge out,
and the belt keeping them up start to fray and rip, without Spyra noticing what was happening;
the dragoness had the faintest idea of something digging into her belly, but figured it was just
residual tiredness from the hike, and thus ignored it. Volt, meanwhile, could only watch in
confused, slightly-aroused bemusement as his companion's pants began to tear open at the
seams, allowing her soft flesh and glistening scales to pour out from the rips and quietly beg to
be squeezed. His own undergarments were getting immensely tight, what with his girthy rod
suddenly seeing something it wanted to get very closely acquainted with, and much as Volt tried
to control himself, the sounds of ripping fabric soon filled the cave, too loud to be ignored.
"You alright back there?" Spyra asked, not bothering to turn around and thus failing to see
how her rotund rear had all but destroyed her pants and was well on her way to getting rid of her
underwear altogether, "Did you think about Cynder again~?"
The question came with an amount of baggage so heavy that it'd need a freight train to carry
it all; both dragons were very well aware of how attracted Volt was to the other dragoness in his
life, a sore spot for Spyra if there ever was one. Cynder's genes had been far more generous with
them than her own had been, resulting in a body that the dragoness in the cave had to actively try
not to be jealous of. It was a difficult task, especially when she caught Volt openly ogling her
and stuttering every time he wanted to tell her anything; part of her wished that he'd have that
exact same reaction with her, especially since the two did live together and it was difficult on her
end to withstand the sight of a hunk of a dragon carrying a cock that nearly reached the ground
when it was flaccid.
Volt never seemed to understand the effect that his package had on her, which frankly made
it significantly worse than it had to be; Spyra always felt like she was doing something she
shouldn't whenever she tried to catch a glimpse of its girth, every time her eyes were drawn to its
obvious contours, stretching out the fabric of whatever her roomie happened to be wearing. The
dragon being blissfully unaware of it at least reduced the amount of times she had to apologize,
and the few occasions she did ended up being more confusing than anything to the well-endowed
male.
Unbeknownst to her, Volt wasn't as clueless as he might appear; quite the contrary, as his act
was very much a deliberate play on his end. In his mind, someone like him could easily assert
himself without having to bother too much about it; just drop his trousers, present, and odds were
good he'd dominate the room just by standing there. But he had grown tired of the same-old
routine, yielding the same-old results for the same-old methods; he craved something new,
something exciting… and living with Spyra granted him his wish. There she was, such a
beautiful dragoness, constantly staring at him and trying to size up his length, all the while
thinking its owner wasn't completely and fully aware of how attracted she was to him. It was a
different kind of dominance, to be sure, but one that he revelled in to no end… at least until her
ass started to grow.
There were a lot of things Volt could do very well, but controlling his libido was not
necessarily in that list, at least not when confronted with a gorgeous beauty like Spyra suddenly
developing a case of the growth spurts. Even better, the dragoness didn't even realize what was
going on, happily breaking off gem clusters and only adding even more pudge to an already-fat
bottom and rapidly-swelling thighs. It got worse (better?) when the weight became too much for
even the unaware Spyra to handle and she decided to sit down, managing to end up higher up
from the ground than when she was kneeling, her asscheeks having ballooned to such an
impossibly delectable size that Volt was certain he could dig into them with his hands and have
them vanish within its soft folds.
And it just kept growing! With each gem harvested, several pounds were added onto it; the
dragoness' lower body had become an empty mold into which more and more pudge and flesh
was poured, destroying what remained of her jeans and widening her figure until Volt was quite
certain she wouldn't be able to fit in the tunnels to get back home. His own body started to shift
its center of gravity forward, when blood began rushing below his waist to feed the rising beast
destroying his own pants with the same ease as he would take a step. By that point, he was used
to feeling his shaft slap him across the muzzle when it got released like that, and the resulting
grunt was enough to draw an irritated sigh out of Spyra.
"Listen, I don't care, just… go jack off in the corner until you calm down, I won't have you
covering the gems in your spunk."
How dare she… how dare…
… he couldn't.
Volt wanted to get mad at her, wanted to feel irritated at the dragoness for daring to talk back
to him like that, like he was some kind of thoughtless animal that couldn't control his own
emotions and had fallen victim to his own base predations. But much as he might want to
disprove that, it was entirely correct; it's just that Spyra had gotten the object of his lust
completely wrong.
His cock continued to swell when he took the first few steps towards her, Volt controlling his
hyper abilities to keep it at its "normal" erect state. It was already massive enough as it was,
taller than him and about as wide as his torso; even with the dragoness' ass being so wonderfully
bloated up, it'd still be a hard fit, even if it was still growing. Unfortunately for the both of them,
the gem's transformative powers weren't restricted to Spyra's butt alone, and when she leaned
forward to try and grab some of the more difficult-to-reach ones, unknowingly pinned down as
she was by the weight of her own rear, the growth spread to her upper body.
The first thing to go was her bra; surprisingly, even that wasn't enough to draw the
dragoness' attention to her body's enormous changes, making Volt wonder if the gems weren't
having some sort of mind-altering effect on her. Even when her breasts began to take up a good
half of her chest, Spyra seemed to not notice… though there was something odd about her blush.
Looming over her, the dragon began to see things he hadn't before: the odd trembling, the
stuttering, the eyes darting downwards to check how big she was getting, even the occasional
gasp or stifled moan. With a wide grin on his muzzle, Volt realized that his soon-to-be-lover was
far more keenly aware of what was happening to her body than she had let on, and had probably
been doing the exact same thing to him as he had with her.
Delicious. Futile, but delicious nonetheless.
"I dunno, Spyra, I don't think Cynder's got anything on you anymore," he teased, letting it be
known how aroused he was by unashamedly pressing his rod against the dragoness' back.
"O-oh? What do you mean?" - the incredulity in her response was so strained that it made
Volt laugh; truly, her ability to keep her own eagerness hidden was breaking apart quicker than
her clothes did - "I thought you liked girls that were a bit… a-a bit…"
"Bigger?" he completed the sentence, leaning forward until Spyra was forced to do the same,
biting her lips when she felt the full brunt of the dragon's shaft bearing down against her,
"You're absolutely right~"
Spyra had stopped collecting crystals, but the changes to her body kept piling up. Soon, it
wasn't just her ass pushing her upwards, but her very frame itself that grew, inch after inch, until
she could very easily tower over Volt if she were standing; even after both of her hands
dedicated themselves fully to groping her navel-covering bust, she still found a way to keep
growing, empowered by whatever odd magic had created those weirdly-shaped gems.
"G-gods, I don't know what's happening to me…" she whined, eyes half-lidded and
scanning her whole body every second.
"Do we need to know?" Volt mused out loud, "Or do we just need to shut up and enjoy
ourselves while it lasts, honey~?"
"It's not n-normal!" the dragoness complained, even if her voice was using a whole different
tone altogether.
"Oh, who cares," her partner scoffed, wrapping his arms around Spyra's back to grab at her
expanding bosom, "I think we should just appreciate it while we can~"
Truthfully, Spyra didn't actually want to complain or put up any resistance; her mind had
been flooded with sensations best left undescribed from the moment she first began harvesting
raw material from the crystalline clusters, and everything after that had just been her trying her
best not to let it be known, hoping it was something temporary and easy to mask. Even when she
felt her pants rip open under the assault of her own body, the dragoness maintained that it would
all just end if only she could keep her wits about her. "Sadly", no such thing came to pass,
leaving her in a position in which she very much wanted to turn around and demand worship
from the massively-hung dragon pressing his greater-than-body-sized cock against her back; it
was only the last remaining segment of her rational brain that still refused to go along with the
new plan, insisting on reminding her that it was probably a bad idea to let her mind succumb to
the effects of whatever that magic was.
That alone was the single reason why Spyra didn't dive headfirst into what would probably
be the best several moments of passion in her life; took a while before the dragoness successfully
convinced herself to stop worrying about it and just go with the flow, after which it became
markedly easier to appreciate how her ass had ballooned to several times its original size and her
breasts seemed to have grown large enough to scrape along the ground… had her whole body not
also jumped up several feet in height, making her about as tall as the gigantic shaft of cockmeat
that Volt was pressing against her. She couldn't even reach the gems she'd been picking up
before, her hands far too large to get into the tiny crevices where the most potent ones liked to
hide. In fact, any attempt at gathering crystals ended up in her crushing them into dust,
coincidentally allowing the pulverized magical material to seep into her skin and further fuel
whatever magical reaction was causing her to grow that large herself.
It was a vicious cycle she knew exactly how to break, but lacked any of the willpower
required to do so, not to mention the desire; most of her wanted to go through with indulging a
little and experiencing how life was like for someone who was plus-sized, even if she'd already
matched Cynder's size and blazed right past it like it was nothing. The effect it was having on
Volt was immediately apparent, with the dragon tapping into seldom-necessary powers in order
to grow himself beyond his already absurd size; he had never expected to need more than a cock
that naturally filled out to over eight feet in length when turgid, but then again, he had never
expected Spyra to grow thicker than a millennial oak tree and then some, so they were both full
of surprises as far as he could see it.
With the cavern filling with the sounds of the dragoness moaning and her body creaking
gently as it struggled to keep up with the demand for more dragon everything, Volt figured he
should throw his own lewd noises into the mix when he began bucking his hips, rubbing his
member against Spyre, who had by that point turned around and given him the honour of stuffing
his erect manhood in between a set of breasts that were each about twice as big as he himself
was. Volt lost himself in a sea of soft scales and softer skin, finding nothing but bosom wherever
he looked; the dragon didn't even realize that he'd been flattened against the ground after Spyra
toppled over from the weight, being completely encapsulated in the dragoness' warm flesh as he
was. Spyra, with her tits suddenly growing even faster from the stimulation, was just one step
away from being immobilized by her own chest, even then reduced to little more than heaving
her body back and forth in an effort to allow her lover to feel even a fraction of what was going
through her head. Inside her cleavage, Volt certainly got a ride and a half when his full-body
covering of breastflesh rocked him about with such ease that it, itself, became yet another source
of arousal: the knowledge that Spyra was growing so big that even someone like Volt could
easily just vanish into her.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to try, though; the dragon was nothing if not tenacious, and
it wouldn't be his companion suddenly becoming a giant for him to give up being the dominant
force in their relationship. It was his role, after all, as the only "natural" hyper in the room, to be
able to surpass anyone in size at a moment's notice! He'd never had the chance of showing off to
Spyra, being more than content with his natural size already being so ludicrously overblown that
it drew everyone's eyes when he walked into a room, but with the dragoness being infused with
the mysterious magic, he felt it was time to let go of his secrets and finally do some good with
his own ability to grow on demand.
All Spyra would get in terms of a warning would be an ominous rumbling within her
cleavage, which she initially chalked up to her own tits being productive enough to start covering
the crystals in the cave in a thick layer of creamy white; but with the sound growing stronger and
the vibrations emanating from a very specific spot in her bosom, she began wondering if it
couldn't be… but it couldn't, could it?
Such thoughts entertained for a couple of seconds before she felt something truly enormous
begin to push her colossal mounds apart, face burning brightly when she understood what was
going on inside that squishy marshmallow haven she had built for Volt; a few short seconds
later, the tip of a draconic cock emerged just underneath her chin, big enough that whoever was
sporting it should, by all means, be as big as Spyra herself was at the time. But with no one to be
seen, there was only one possibility, and with that realization, all the dragoness could really do
was open her mouth and eagerly await for that shaft to grow large enough to fit right into it.
She got her wish a few moments later when a large spurt made that thing gain several extra
feet in length and at least half of that in width, slamming into her eager lips and stretching her
jaw out the moment it was inside; while Spyra could be excused for thinking it was just a
"normal" part of her lover's hitherto unknown powers, in reality it was Volt completely losing
control after finding someone who could take him at those sizes for the first time in his life. He
could've gotten away with just growing at the same rhythm as the dragoness, but after allowing
his rod to bulge out to a point where the rest of him accounted for a single-digit percent of his
body weight, to suddenly be blessed with a mouth that could take him, at that size?
Well, it was too much for him to resist, really.
It was a miracle that he didn't cum his brains out right there and then, though his couch-sized
balls certainly made enough of a racket that one could be excused for thinking he did; the sheer
amount of precum pouring out from his tip was such that even Spyra's firmly-plugged mouth
was still drooling thick ropes of it, splattering loudly against the stone floor, then onto the
crystals when the dragoness's body grew to cover everything else but the walls. It was hard to
tell if his production was having any real effect on her body, or just served to egg her on further,
what with him still being trapped inside of a pair of tits that were each as big as their house and
collectively formed a rack massive enough to make the cave rumble whenever they moved
around; the only thing that Volt knew was that the cracking of stone and rumbling of disturbed
earth was getting louder by the minute, and judging from the increase in pressure all around, it
was very likely that Spyra was getting slightly too big for the place she picked for her private fun
time.
The dragoness, meanwhile, was beginning to panic, even through the thick layer of
all-consuming lust that was constantly one step away from devouring what was left of her
conscious mind and leaving behind nothing but a ravenous void desiring of naught but more.
There was still a small part of her that could understand basic concepts like "space" and
"volume", and that remaining shard of sanity was shouting at her at the top of its lungs that she
was going to end up outgrowing the cave; and while a house could be torn down rather easily
from internal pressure, they were probably half a mile deep into a mountain and covered by gods
know how many tons of dirt and stone. If Spyra was to grow any more, it would be the end for
her, she knew it.
And she didn't care.
That small part of her was just that: small. It may be very loud, but it was still only a fraction
of what the dragoness had become, and while it couldn't ever be shut up completely, it was easy
to ignore after a while, allowing Spyra to cast aside whatever doubts she still had. In that
moment, only these things mattered: growing bigger, growing fuller, and making her lover Volt
grow thicker still; the three "G"s, if you will. Those were her priorities, and by the gods she
would do everything in her power to follow through with them.
There still remained the small inconvenience that was the cavern she was filling; while the
dragon kept snugly in her cleavage couldn't see it, her body's proportions had grown even more
obscene than they already were, to the point where it was doubtful if she could even stand, in
spite of her tremendous boost to height. Her ass and tits together made up a good three-quarters
of all the room she was taking up, body occupying the rest and buried beneath so many layers of
softness and warmth that even Spyra was having trouble concentrating. She needed it to change,
for her growth to not only focus on one specific aspect of her, but to also have one very b ig burst,
if she was to have any kind of chance of leaving that cave alive.
Finding the concentration and focus needed to do that, however, was a different story
altogether. Her experience was that of sloshing and groaning, moaning and begging, all
combining to weaken whatever was left of her conscious self's foundations; her mind, previously
sharp and ready to tackle whatever dangers confronted her, had become a house of cards, ready
to be blown away by the slightest breeze… but it wasn't it, not just yet. It would soon become it,
sure, but as long as it was standing, even if just for a moment more, Spyra was still herself.
The dragoness' knowledge of magic wasn't as good as it could be, being circumscribed
mostly to "focus" spells meant to redirect magical energy in one specific way or another, rather
than wielding it properly. For the situation she was in, however, it was the perfect solution to her
problem; with such an abundance of raw power to draw from, she didn't need to do anything
special with it.
Just throw it at the right spot.
Spyra closed her eyes, allowing the roiling currents of magic swirling around and inside of
her to take over and lead the way; her body was no longer a recipient, but a conduit, guiding the
immense power inside of it in the direction it needed to go. Doing such a thing was dangerous
even with regular magic; an untrained practitioner could very easily lose themselves completely
when they tapped into that kind of primordial essence, and what the dragoness was currently
poking with a mental stick was anything but regular. She felt her mind crumble like loose dirt
underneath a high-speed sandstorm, turned to ash and broiled alive, and yet she carried on,
commanding the same force making her grow to do so in a specific way. She was holding onto
the knowledge that, were she successful, then she'd have all the room in the world to become
even larger; this was her focus.
The results were… mixed. Spyra had intended for her growth to halt altogether, only to then
use the "stored" mass to have her jump to about five or six times her already-gigantic size.
Instead, her body must've interpreted that as simply "growing five or six times faster", as rather
than quieting down, the earthquake caused by the dragoness' swelling body was growing even
louder than before. Spyra feared it had all gone wrong, that she would end up flattened against
the cavern walls, forgotten as much as Volt would be… until she heard it.
The distinct sound of crumbling.
The quaking caused by her burgeoning form had finally begun to give way to collapse, the
mountain they were buried under starting to give in and recognize just who was in charge. The
dragoness could feel her flesh infiltrating the cracks, desperate to find room to fill, eager for
more space to occupy and relieve pressure. She knew that the moment she burst through the
whole thing, then it would be over for her; one climax and her body would grow out of control,
she just knew it. And all that time, she was still happily suckling away at the still-growing shaft
stuck halfway down her throat, gulping down hundreds of gallons of pre and later cum, after
Volt's mind broke in half and his apparently-endless orgasm was triggered. Spyra had hoped that
her lover's seed would turn out to be magically infused as well, but it was "unfortunately" just
regular old spunk; just in absolutely massive quantities.
Didn't take long after that for the dragoness to suddenly find that she was under a lot less
pressure than before, what with her body exploiting every fault that it was creating in order to
utterly destroy everything above and around it. She could only hope that either the forest was
deserted or whoever happened to be there could find cover, because she was about to create a
shower of debris of such a scale that it'd probably make the news. Without even thinking, she
channelled even more of the gems' power into her, for one final, magnificent growth burst that
would end up not only shattering the mountain they used be under, but utterly pulverizing it into
fine dust, carried away in the wind and slightly obscuring the sight of the dragoness' plump,
thick, hyper-proportioned body finally seeing the light of day.
A few minutes passed in a blissful haze, when Spyra collapsed backwards and stretched
herself out, tits falling to either side of her torso and at last giving Volt some room to breathe,
even if he was still busy pouring the contents of his by-now-cave-sized orbs into his lover's
stomach, already feeling the bump created by his filling pushing against him. It would take both
of them a good hour or so before they finally calmed down enough that their ascension could
stop, at which point Spyra had become a good one and a half times the size of the mountain
they'd destroyed and Volt was half-certain that he had locked himself at his current size from
overuse. Not that he minded, seeing as it was unlikely the dragoness would ever shrink back
down… and gods did it feel good when she came back to a more wakeful state and began
squishing her town-sized tits against him…
Such lurid, loud noises they made that they failed to account for the possibility that someone
might actually be watching them. At their scale, it was impossible not to be seen, of course, but
there was another dragon, or more accurately dragoness that had bore witness to everything that
happened and had been spending the past hour sulking, awash with poorly-contained jealousy
and already drawing up plans for how she'd get back at that scrawny upstart giving her man a
titfuck of such a scale.
Cynder had been having such a wonderful day; for months she had been working on
mastering the kind of magic required to safely alter her body, all for Volt's sake. She knew how
much her curves activated him and had been eager to discover a way to make them stand out
even more. And, for all intents and purposes, she had very much succeeded: tits wider than her
torso and reaching all the way to her navel, a pair of asscheeks bigger than those were and a set
of thighs wider than even that, meaning that any motion from her part not only automatically
turned into a sashay, but caused so much aggressive jiggling that even Cynder herself was
distracted by how her body moved.
And it was all for Volt. All for her precious dragon. All for him to grope and knead and rub
and fuck until neither of them could walk properly, only to go at it again, and again, right up until
the bed broke and they kept going.
But now, she had taken him from her. Probably used forbidden magic to do it as well!
Something had to be done.
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The world was his oyster now, and as one, it was his job to slurp it up and devour it, to savour its plentiful tastes and aromas and make them a part of himself. Granted, he was slightly busy trying to stuff one of his own tits into his mouth in order to guzzle down the torrent of milk pouring out from the chosen teat, but he was sure that, once he was done, he'd find some room for everything else. He slipped, he slid, but he still tried regardless, for ultimately he'd get there… and when he did, the true feast could begin.
Everyone else around him, in sharp contrast, was suddenly blessed by the appearance of some sort of hyper-sized draconic creature of giant proportions who seemed more intent on suckling from themselves than they were in preventing unnecessary destruction. No one had known about Mit's transformation; he'd used a couple of sick days to keep himself out of the office until he could come up with an adequate excuse (if one even existed at all), and with enough groceries to last him for a week before he had to order any more in, he didn't need to risk a delivery person seeing him at the door. Plus, human-to-dragon transformations were the realm of pure fantasy: they weren't real, they weren't possible, and surely if anyone saw one it had to be the result of special effects budgets running rampant.
Thus, no one quite knew what to make of one of the apartment blocks on that street suddenly bursting outwards to reveal a colossus of a… dragon? Hard to tell what Mitsuri even was anymore, given most of his body had become a conglomeration of spheres and curves that made little sense to anyone but Mitsuri himself; for he knew exactly where everything was (how could he not, when he felt every inch of his body flaring out in pleasure?), to the point where if he wanted to, he could move each individual body part just as well as he would've been able to beforehand. He just didn't want to, because why should he? He was just fine the way he was, slowly bloating in every direction, slowly overtaking the entirety of his hometown, still becoming bigger, fatter, fuller, still becoming better.
It was hard not to think of it in those terms, especially when the power of the magic within him began manifesting in more direct ways: when he looked towards a large building and suddenly found it being disassembled and turned into raw mass for him to absorb, how could Mitsuri not think of himself as some kind of deity in the making? When he desired to become larger and just did, when he thought of his tits bloating with milk and was beset by the sound of ocean currents coming from his bust, it was exceedingly difficult not to start earnestly believing he was blessed to become a god of magic, the first among however many would appear after him.
But he no longer cared about the ones that came after. They would surely have their own ascensions, their own "episodes" as it were, but for the time being, there was only him, only his growth spurt, only himself reaching for the heavens as his heavenly body consumed everything in its path. Everything though, not everyone; though he was as of yet still unaware of his potential, Mit wasn't one to gobble people down… just everything else.
Buildings, the roads, the landscape, whatever food happened to be in range as well, if it could be broken down into mass for him to use, it would be, further fueling an ascension that had left him wondering whether or not he should be going further still. Not in what he was doing, of course, but in presentation, for how could he truly be a god if he didn't have the flair needed to back that up? Anyone could be a glutton, but it took a special kind of someone to be such a thing while still carrying the dignity and poise of a true divinity. Granted, getting up on his own two feet seemed like such a chore that most of him refused to even consider the possibility, but the dragon's mind was not a monolith, nor was he yet bereft of any tricks up his sleeve.
The same core that had once resisted the change had itself been warped into something else entirely: from the voice of reason to the voice of encouragement, once again fighting against the vast majority of the dragon's mind, but now from a different direction entirely. If most of Mitsuri wanted to sit there and grow larger, then this little nugget of himself insisted that he get up and start walking, if for no reason other than to show off that he could do such a thing. By moving, by dragging his immense self across the land and giving himself to any who might come close, then he would be fulfilling his destiny, ascending to the ranks of the deities up above, yet so much more real than any of them.
A smile spread across Mitsuri's lips, one that brought about a long, drawn-out moan rumbling deep from within his throat. It caused his entire body to vibrate as well, almost as if it had hit that one specific frequency that resonated with his whole form; it was pleasant in the same way a warm bath was, an interesting change of pace from the rampant, libido-abusing arousal he'd been submerged in for a while by then. In fact, it was just what he needed to recentre himself, to focus back on what was important: anchoring his claws on the ground below and heaving himself up, that all may see his glorious self.
It wasn't easy, given how literally massive he was; it had stopped being about weight and turned into density, where his body was so packed with soft pudge that it had stopped being that soft at all, turning into a series of rolls of flab that stubbornly resisted having anything sink into them beyond Mitsuri's own hands. Only he had the power to push those graspers down in any reasonable measure, with everything else either bouncing off entirely, getting stuck on him while moaning themselves, or being turned into additional mass for his ever-increasing growth spurt. And as soon as he started walking towards the centre of town, dragging most of everything around him in his wake, this would only be made so much worse… or better, depending on how one saw it.
For the little ones around him, it was certainly a catastrophe, though one they were having a hard time deciding whether or not they enjoyed. They knew, intellectually, that having their hometown flattened by a pair of tits the size of a skyscraper each and an ass just as wide, not to mention a belly of calamitous proportions, was "bad", in the sense that it probably wasn't something they'd want to happen; at the same time though, they were looking up at a dragon carrying assets of such an immense size that even the most uninterested of them felt a warmth around their lower abdomen that couldn't just be explained by them being scared shitless at the encroaching avalanche.
Some had already taken the plunge as well: might as well make good use of what was happening rather than sit around waiting for what was obviously a god to provide a blessing unprompted. Better to throw themselves at their magnificent frame, finding some spot on their immense self that they could hold onto and feel the warmth, the softness, the inviting calm that was exuded from every pore. Some would fall asleep almost instantly, while others were instead struck into a sort of pseudo-fugue state where their minds practically shut down, leaving only the most basic of awareness left.
Meanwhile, Mitsuri himself was entirely unaware of any of this taking place, on account of their body having engorged to such a degree that it felt less like he was moving from point A to point B and more like he was dragging his fat behind him, with his ambulatory motion somehow being separate from the whole process.
He was too big, so big that he lagged behind his own intentions, and had to be forced to move by purposefully pulling on the copious amounts of fat deposited on his bones (and itself in some spots); as a result, he didn't so much crush his surroundings as he did simply carry them with him as he went along, leaving little but a desolate, flattened landscape where nothing remained but the pale grey of concrete, every structure ripped up from its foundations and added onto his mass… with their inhabitants safely aboard the dragon's curves, of course.
It was enough that he stopped being able to control himself anymore. His feet and legs were still moving him forward, but that was hardly because he wanted them to as much as it was raw muscle memory; similarly, his hands flew from one spot of his body to another, no longer able to remain in just one tiny patch of him for more than a second or two before needing to stimulate another one. It was during one of these wild excursions that, for whatever reason, both of his hands ended up on his face; however, rather than merely dragging his fingers over his visage and being done with it, Mitsuri found that there was something in the way: his lips.
He'd kept his eyes closed for long enough that he'd failed to notice his pillowy smoochers plumping up over time, though when he opened them back up, there wasn't much he could do about it, not when both the upper and lower one had blown up so much that it was a wonder he could even keep his head facing straight ahead. They were still growing as well; with the tips of his fingers pressing lightly on his lips, Mitsuri got to feel as they slowly made their way outwards, covering more and more of his face and field of view, until he could barely see anything other than whatever was directly above him.
And the sensitivity as well; he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he tried kissing anything or anyone, because the moment he pressed those smoochers against literally anything else at all, he was sure to lose himself completely to the wave of pleasure that ensued. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from pushing and prodding, from sinking his hands into them, feeling the drool trickle from within, the suckling noises, the popping, the shlurping, everything that came from him trying to moan and finding that his lips were too thick for him to do so properly.
All the while, the rest of him kept going, ever larger, ever more powerful. If ever there was a chance that he might get stuck somewhere, that chance would be annihilated but a moment later; sure, he might be stopped momentarily by two buildings placed especially close to one another, but all it took was an extra second or so before his hips widened enough for him to topple them over, or for his thighs to become so fat they outright incorporated all that obstructive mass into him. Simultaneously, his tits made sure that very few things were left standing when he did move forward onto them, the tidal flood of milk being powerful enough to wash away most of anything that wasn't extra-bolted to the ground, and even plenty of stuff that was.
Really, all of him had become too big for that world, though Mitsuri himself hadn't quite reached that point yet. His mind wasn't ready for the realisation that he was going to have to leave, not ready to understand that the power he wielded was too great for any one person, and that he had to vacate his homeworld if he wanted to keep it from being torn apart. Gradually, he'd get there; it'd be a struggle, especially since it just felt so good to trample around the little things around him, but one connection at a time, his brain would produce that thought… eventually.
By the time it did, the curvature of the horizon had begun making itself obvious. It was like a dream: Mitsuri would close his eyes and allow himself to fall into a state where all he could feel was his own body and the pleasure overdrive that came with it, then he'd open them again and find that he was significantly bigger than before. Not that his lips allowed him to get a good look anyway, but his awareness of his own form was such that he didn't need eyes; it was more so the gesture than anything else, the notion of closing himself off from the outside world and focusing exclusively on himself, damn whatever was happening to everything else around him.
No death, of course, but plentiful destruction: no car, nor building, nor town, nor city could ever hope to stand before him and survive. It was just the way of things; there was no malice there, he was just too big to coexist with most other things built by mortalkind, doubly so now that he himself was no longer part of the latter category. He was, ultimately, a god now, a god empowered by magic to such an extent that he really didn't belong on the planet anymore; forget safety, there just wasn't enough room!
Difficult to process as a concept perhaps, but he just wasn't meant to be stuck on a little tiny ball for longer than strictly necessary; he could rely entirely on his magical prowess to keep him alive in the great void beyond, that much he was certain of. And all he had to do was heave himself into orbit… which, honestly, wasn't nearly as hard as it could be, all things considered. He was already gargantuan to the point where his head was close to escaping the planet anyway, and with the amount of power contained within him, all it took was him pushing some of it downwards for the rest of his body to react: with a lift power so great that it very nearly left a canyon where he once stood, the colossal dragon found himself being flung towards the darkness above him!
The clouds flew by, the soft and pale blue replaced by progressively deeper hues as the atmosphere thinned and gave way to the vacuum of space. The ascent was something beyond Mitsuri's ability to describe: there he was, transcending the very bounds of the planet he was born on, his body something of legend, pillowy and round and fat and plump and ready for more. What he had wasn't enough, he needed to become something better, something so much bigger, and the only way he could do it was if he threw himself fully into his new role as a god.
A god, for that's exactly what he was. Once in the safety and vastness of the cosmos, what was there to stop him from just… filling it? He had more than enough power to do it; it was a simple matter of will. Hell, the sheer level of magic filling him was such that, the more he thought about it, the more Mitsuri came to understand that he could share it with everyone else on the planet below him and still have more than enough to spare. In fact, he would do just that: he would take a fraction of his magical might and distribute it amongst the tiny ones down on Earth, purely to make it as obvious as possible that he was miles and leagues ahead of them that he could afford to do such a thing.
Yet, when he tried to do so, he found that he couldn't. It was such a strange thing, to be unable to do something, when so far he'd been more than capable of snapping his fingers and more or less will things into being, sometimes through pure arousal alone. For him to slam into a wall like that was… distressing.
He was still growing, he had that much, but no matter how often he tried to force the issue and expel some of his magic into the increasingly-tiny planet in front of him, the more he came to understand that it was well and truly "stuck" inside of him; only then did he formulate the thought that maybe that had been the issue from the very start, that maybe he'd been meant to share all that magic he so ravenously took for himself, and now, after being so greedy with it, just couldn't anymore.
Well, if that was the case, then more power to him! If the universe wasn't going to let him transfer even the most insignificant fraction of his godlike spark to the little ones below, who was he to bang at the door and demand to speak with the manager? He was the manager now! He was the one who decided what the rules were, how the cosmos operated, what made everything tick!
And now, now that he had outgrown his homeworld and transferred himself over to the greater universe beyond, there was nothing that could stop him from reaching his full potential, nothing to stand in the way of a revitalised, energised Mitsuri, growing and fattening and bloating and swelling for all eternity, until the mythical day where he might feel satisfied with it all.
Not that such a day would ever come, but one could always dream of it. One could dream of a time when the dragon god would look at himself and declare himself to be "done", no matter how ridiculous that sounded. But until such a day came?
He had more growing to do.
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Using both her serpentine anatomy and divine powers, the snake head ensured that as soon as her snout slammed against the base of Volt's cock, the entirety of her throat began to stimulate the full length of the shaft occupying it; be it by pressing down on it, creating a hardened ring of flesh that moved up and down its girth, maybe even producing more saliva just so that she could make it extra sloppy, Emmie was going to make sure that the blowjob was one the dragon would never forget.
Sadly for her, she actually succeeded. Volt had no intention of turning his breeder instinct up as far as it could go, at least not initially; the whole point of going to find the goddess snake in the first place was for him to blow off some steam and get a good fuck where he wouldn't have to worry about causing property damage or a flooding hazard. Even when he noticed what sort of "divinity" was present there, waiting for him at the temple as if some sort of perfect consort ordained to meet him by fate, he didn't intend to do more than strictly necessary, for lack of a better word. It was only when the snake hydra tried to hypnotize him that he went further beyond, and even then only in self-defence; he had, after all, released her from the bind that he put her in, and seeing as she was still happy enough to suck him off, who was he to say no?
But the moment he felt that one head take his full cock into her throat, when Emmie decided to throw caution to the wind and just give Volt exactly what he most wanted, to the point where she began to gag at just how massive that shaft was, there was no more turning back; every second he spent bottomed out inside of the snake was one second he moved closer and closer to a complete mental breakdown, a second where his animalistic instincts were allowed to take him over further and further, until there was very little Volt even left in him by the time he felt the first proper load come through. He'd already been giving the hydra plenty of his seed, but had yet to properly explode in a way that gave them a real filling; now though, with his cock being so expertly and eagerly serviced by someone who clearly had no idea what kind of beast they were working to unleash, what form of control he might've once had over himself began to break down entirely.
Didn't take more than a few seconds before he found his hands moving of their own accord, fingers pressing heavily against the top of Emmie's skull in order to keep the snake from moving too far away for what was coming next; it was imperative that she have her plush, plump lips firmly sealed around his base in order to avoid wasting even the tiniest of drops, such that, when Volt reached his edge and gleefully flew right off of it, what she would get wouldn't just be a regular load, wouldn't just be the amount of cum that might be expected from a lover as energetic as the dragon, but far, far more. It wasn't for nothing that Volt's climaxes often merited the intervention of his local fire department, or that he had to have his house outfitted with floor grates just to keep the gunk from getting into everywhere; he was a true breeder, a specimen fit only for stuffing their lovers with as much of their spunk as he could, and to that end, even the tightness of Emmie's throat was immediately and irrevocably compromised by the ridiculous amounts of cum that she had blasted into her.
It turned her slim hydra head into a bloated cylinder, her eyes bugging out as she struggled to deal with a release that was far in excess to what she had planned; even worse, it didn't get any better, as rather than growing fainter and weaker as the orgasm subsided, it felt like Volt only pumped out even more of his seed the longer it went on! Soon enough all three snakes felt their collective stomach begin to bloat, far in excess to what they assumed it could; though Edden and Ebony were busy slobbering all over the dragon's nuts while their sister was servicing the rod, they too could taste the spunk flowing down their one body and leaving their midriff looking (and sounding) like a cum balloon from the sheer quantity of the stuff that was being poured out.
It was as if Volt was bottomless; the two snake heads closest to his overproductive cum factories could tell that they were only churning out the stuff faster and faster the more the orgasm was allowed to go on, and even when the drake's firm grasp over Emmie's head waned, letting her move backwards just enough for gallons of cum to instantly spurt out of her lips, those things didn't just stop. If anything, now that Volt wasn't actively filling them as much as before, his balls compensated by… simply growing outwards, becoming fuller and denser still with each passing moment that their owner didn't give into his breeder instincts and did something about that intense need to rut that he was feeling.
So he did. No point holding back or pretending to be something that he wasn't, especially not when he'd already filled up so much that he could barely even move at all without feeling the weight of his nuts underneath him; soon enough he was going to be unable to do anything other than mindlessly thrust into whatever was in front of him, and if that much was true, then he had to do something about that before it was too late, and what better way other than to push the snake-hydra off of him, jump back to his feet, and then proceed to aim directly for his lover's slit, knowing it was the only thing that would ever break the cycle?
Well, he could personally think of one better way, now that he gave it some consideration: use the momentum gained from his sudden change in position and the moment of confusion where the hydra didn't know what was happening to flip her around just so she'd be lying belly-down on the floor, fortuitously shoving off her plump, almost impossibly round ass in just the perfect way for Volt to sink his hands into. How exactly a snake could have a rear that delicious was anyone's guess, but seeing as the hydra was some kind of deity, it shouldn't be that surprising; besides, all the dragon could think about was how soft it was, how much pudge it was made out of, just how delectably his fingers vanished into the warm, inviting flesh, telling him that yes, this was the best it could ever be, and if ever there was an opening for him to do something about that breeder's instinct screaming in his ear, this was it.
The hydra barely had time to consider what was happening to her before she felt it, the enormously thick, engorged and unbelievably slick draconic cock that Emmie had just been servicing slamming straight into her, completely ignoring the mere concept of geometry as it somehow managed to both hotdog itself between her cheeks and still plow directly into her slit, filling her twice-over as her dragon lover apparently learned how to deal with the spatial distortions that were her bread and butter. All she could really do at that point was scream, scream at the top of her lungs, calling out for this man whose name she didn't know, begging him to go faster, deeper, harder, to fill her until there was no more room to fill, regardless of what the consequences might be; and Volt was more than happy to provide, his primal instincts kicking in and telling him that yes, he should be plowing that cunt as hard as possible, he should be sinking his hands into that ass so hard that he couldn't even see them anymore, and yes, he should absolutely let loose and stuff that snake goddess with the biggest load she'd ever seen in her life.
Not just that, but the results as well; how fortuitous it was that both her and the dragon were both reptillian in nature, making it so much easier for Volt to mercilessly jackhammer into her, knowing as he did that she would soon be so filled with eggs as to be utterly unable to even move at all. With a toothy grin smeared across his face, he picked up the pace even further, throwing himself into the fucking with such gusto that, if it weren't for the spatial distortions making it a possibility to begin with, reality itself would've made it impossible for their love to be consummated with such wanton disregard for basic geometry.
Of course, neither of them were particularly worried about what was and was not possible, especially not after the serpent hydra felt the first ropes of cum blast her insides and paint them white, all three heads moaning so loudly that the temple around them seemed to melt away from sight, unable to maintain its physicality when the goddess it was built for had so thoroughly and completely lost her mind to raw pleasure. She wasn't even thinking anymore, far more concerned with maximizing the sensations already coursing through her; she was aware she had other choices, other paths she could take which would lead her elsewhere that wasn't the complete and utter surrender of her very sense of self to this mindless, animalistic rutting, but those paths were blocked to her.
Not that she'd want to take them anyway, but it was almost transcendent how much she was aware that such things were possible, and yet her mind was so far gone that she couldn't fathom how she would ever take steps towards them; or, well, slither towards them, but who was really keeping track? All that mattered were the sensations, the infinite pleasure that filled her to bursting… as well as some other things that also filled her, courtesy of her body reacting to being plowed in such a manner. None of the three heads remembered a time where their body's tits actually produced milk, much less outright lactated, and when when they looked down, in between being forced forwards a few inches by Volt's enthusiastic pistoning, those were definitely drops of milk they were seeing, falling on the ground underneath them. It was such a waste, having such precious nectar not being used to feed her, that all three sisters collectively decided that they should do something about it.
It was quite easy as well: two tits meant two leaks meant two plugs were needed, so both Edden and Emmie were more than happy to have their necks crane forward and bend into two arches, their plush lips eagerly wrapping themselves over their own teats; within moments, they'd be eagerly gulping down whole mouthfuls of their own milk, which only added to the growing problem of weight as their body continued to fatten up and bloat from all the fluids being forced into it. Granted, the milk was naught but a pitiful fraction compared to the ridiculous amount of cum that Volt was pumping into her, so much that it backblasted and painted the golden temple a very creamy alabaster, but it hardly mattered; just as long as she was drinking, nothing else mattered. Of course, this did leave Ebony alone with nothing to use her mouth on; no tits, no cock, she couldn't even dive into the hydra body's slit in order to satisfy her hunger, given that Volt was already doing that far better than she ever could. What to do then, other than to keep yelling? To keep calling for the dragon to give it to her, to her sisters as well, to the goddess herself with increasing strength, power, thrust and virility?
Well… grow, of course. The temple had always felt slightly cramped, even with the dimensional fuckery put in place specifically to keep her housed without ever running out of space, and it really did take that dragon showing up and stuffing her full of cum for the snake hydra to realize just how little room there was in there. How could she ever truly be satisfied when she couldn't freely bulge outwards in every direction, giving her lover unending amounts of soft flesh to sink his claws into for leverage, a womb that would forever grow stuffed and more bulging with eggs? Clearly, the way forward was to let loose, to allow her power to suffuse both her body and that of Volt's, without care nor concern for consequences or what damage they might do to their surroundings.
It was almost too easy as well, for the three heads to come into agreement and simply decide that their cage-temple simply had to go; they'd all been looking for an opportunity to see the outside world for a while already, so as far as they cared, the drake showing up and unceremoniously deciding to plow their collective body was just the excuse they needed to show the entire planet what a real goddess looked like. And just like that, with a simple decision, the resplendent gold and luxurious decoration began to swim in front of Volt's eyes, the dragon's attention being diverted from his endless rutting for just long enough that he realized what was going on; much like he hadn't been able to tell the real size of the temple when he first entered it, he couldn't make out if it was even there anymore, not after the hydra goddess began to dismantle it at such a fundamental level.
All he could hear was the sound of rushing water, almost like the two of them were rapidly approaching the waterfall that served as a disguised entrance… and before he knew it, his entire world was turned inside out, his body felt as if it had just performed a full loop, and both himself and the three-headed serpent exploded from "within" the cliff that Volt had dived into what felt like hours before. A large cloud of debris was jettisoned outwards, along with several tons of rock and water as their immense bodies disrupted the flow of the waterfall, followed by an enormous splash that flooded the banks of the river once gravity finally pulled them back down; the temple had ceased to exist, the loving couple had been forcefully ejected from it, and now they were back under the light of the sun, out in the real world… which, of course, meant that they now had plenty more space to work with.
That was really everything they could think about anymore. Deep in the throes of passion, with two of the serpent heads hard at work swallowing who knows how much of their own milk and the third one still crying out for Volt to fuck them harder at the top of their lungs, their one desire was to be bred, a desire that Volt himself was more than happy to help fulfill, especially considering he still hadn't even begun to empty out, and still felt about as pent-up as he always had. Though he knew full well that the first eggs had already begun to form, he was also aware that this was nothing more than a prelude, a taste if one would, of his full potential; after denying himself for so long, to be given a lover such as those three was almost cheating, like the universe wanted him to lose control and let loose his breeder instincts without even thinking about what would happen to the both of them.
So what if the amount of eggs inside the hydra's womb was beginning to multiply? So what if her belly would soon be bulging outwards far more than it ever should be capable of, purely to keep up with the demand for extra space? As far as Volt cared, all this meant was that his breeding was going well, and if something was working properly, then there was no reason to fix it or try to change anything about it at all; thus, just as long as one of those serpent heads kept begging for more eggs, he was going to give them more eggs, even if that meant having to use his innate powers to keep growing bigger as well.
It was hard to tell whether the hydra was deliberately bloating herself up in order to drag him along to greater heights as well, or if it was just the result of being thoroughly stuffed by someone like Volt, but whatever the case may be, he wasn't about to lag behind her; if anything, he insisted on being bigger, if only so that he could give her a proper rutting and encourage her to grow even more in response, trapping the two of them in a dreadfully pleasurable vicious cycle that neither lover would ever dream of breaking. Nor should they, considering what type of goddess the hydra was; if anything, her completely losing her mind in the process of getting bred was nothing if not entirely in line with her realm of influence, which went a long way to explain just how easily her body began to bloat up with eggs, far more than any of Volt's previous lovers.
The dragon could only watch in awe as every time he thrust forward, her belly seemed to grow by another yard or so, countless clutches forming within her, their entire body surging outwards in order to make more room, his own form increasingly titanic. The ground around them rumbled and quaked, the riverbed emptying out as the two of them grew too big for any water to remain there; even the waterfall was on the verge of collapsing, given how heavily the dragon's nuts were pushing against the cliff face behind him.
All of this for the world to see and marvel at. While most people would never be privy to the sort of debauchery that was going on, there was a group that was keenly aware of it, one that had immediately converged upon the location of the temple the moment their warning systems detected an intruder had gone into it: the hydra's followers. Neither Emmie, Ebony nor Edden particularly cared about the little ones, at least apart from all the odd trinkets they occasionally brought her as gifts from the outside world, but she knew that their hearts were in the right place; they just didn't know how to react to a goddess such as herself, turning to blind worship when all she wanted was someone to fuck and come fill her with eggs like Volt was doing. Thus, the hydra did absolutely nothing when she sensed them coming closer, believing that if only they were shown what she wanted in full detail, then maybe they would learn their lesson and give her more of it in the future.
Granted, she doubted any of them would ever be able to reach the sort of extremes that Volt did, but she was growing incredibly laden with clutches of young with each passing second, and surely her worshippers wouldn't mind playing babysitter when she got all those things out of her… surely. So she invited them, allowing what was left of her conscious mind to expand in every direction in a flailing, uncoordinated attempt at communing with the hundred or so cultists that had driven over to the temple's entrance as quickly as they could, not even bothering to come up with any coherent words or thoughts; rather, all she had to do was let her pleasure flow through this mental conduit, hoping that in doing so, then all the little ones rushing to her location would know exactly how she was feeling, and exactly how she wanted to feel going forward.
No more pieces of clothing or snippets of pop culture, no more meaningless and pointless hymns sung unto her praise; no, the hydra wanted to be fucked, rutted, and if they were indeed her worshippers, then that's what they would have to do if they wanted to keep her happy. In that respect, she was nothing but thankful to Volt for showing her what it was like to cut loose and finally become a true fertility goddess like she was always meant to be, even if the amount of eggs inside her womb was quickly becoming impossible to hold in anymore… and yet, despite this, not a single one was pushed out, nor indeed did she want to keep them anywhere but inside of her; that way, at least, she could see how far she could go, just so the next time that Volt showed up, he could beat his personal record. The dragon, to his credit, was somewhat aware of all this on some subconscious, unthinking level… but still mostly just wanted to keep rutting that beautiful hydra goddess, hoping that maybe at one point he could truly feel satisfied.
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It had been some time since last Volt saw the hydra, and in those few weeks, he hadn't had the opportunity to empty himself out again. Strangely though, he didn't feel nearly as pent-up as he normally would after going through such a long abstinence period; perhaps the final few dozen climaxes that him and his goddess experienced were in fact so powerful that they carried him for a much longer amount of time than normal, an experience that Volt was… not accustomed to. Still, his body being the way that it was, it was going to inevitably demand that the dragon empty his balls into someone, and as soon as he started to hear the gurgling without having to be in a silent room, he knew it was time for him to go back to the temple.
Or, rather, to the former location of the temple, given that the entire complex had indeed been completely destroyed when the two of them emerged from it and outgrew the local area. In the interim, the hydra's cult had been hard at work creating a secondary place of worship where they could safely tend to their deity, even if said deity couldn't really fit inside of it; the amount of eggs in them was so high that, frankly, the only way to keep her housed would be to build some sort of grand pavilion, and even then it'd take months or years before it was finished. It was so bad that her existence was inevitably revealed to the world, because really, how could one hide a snake hydra of such a size? It made it difficult to get close to her, thanks to the massive line of cars that had become a permanent fixture when heading out of town; thankfully, all Volt had to do was clear his throat and announce who he was for most people to immediately recognize him as the very reason why the goddess hydra had been exposed to the world to begin with, and if someone didn't know, they would be quickly educated by the person nearest to them.
He might have to walk to get there, but to Volt, this was part of the charm: to be able to see as the looming, still clutch-filled figure of the hydra came into view over the horizon, massive, imposing, gigantic, begging to be filled further even as it struggled to lay the first fraction of the eggs that yet remained within her. She never stopped begging for more, occasionally so loudly that her cries echoed all the way to Volt's place; though, whether or not this was a physical sound or a mental link, the dragon couldn't really tell. One thing was for certain though:
He was back there again.
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New Found Follower
Tianna let out a moan as she massaged her aching muscles. She was panting from the exertion of moving some small bits of furniture down into the basement recreation room. Her muscle aches weren't the only reason for the moan though.
She flopped down onto a beanbag chair, wincing as she unbuttoned her jean shorts. They had been loose the day before, but after a day's work of hauling in all the smaller things that she and her girlfriend Tania owned, for some reason the metal rivet type button was digging into her a bit.
She had been feeling more than a little bit randy since moving in the night before, and it had only seemed to get worse as time went on. Her housemate and girlfriend also seemed to be experiencing it as well. It was the first home for both of them, as well as the first time they'd been living together on a permanent basis. Perhaps it was the freedom to fuck whenever and as loud as they wanted to be. Though there hadn't been an awful lot of that. Both had been too tired from the move.
The beanbag chair was soft and comfortable, and Tianna drew in a deep breath and sank further into its comfy depths. They had wanted the moving crew out as soon as possible, in part to save money, and in part because... well, it just felt odd having them in the house. It felt so much cozier with just the two of them. It was a gorgeous, absolutely stunning house. Tianna ran her hand over the beautiful, hand carved wood paneling behind her.
It wasn't totally, 100 percent theirs, and it came with a large list of rules, regulations, and oddities laid down by the house's original owner sometime in the 1800's. It had been lovingly remodeled, updated, and had every sort of modern convenience applied. It must've cost a fortune to do. But the current owner was renting it out to the two girls for as long as they wanted it. She'd tried renting it out before, without following the 'ancient ramblings of some old biddy,' but for some reason no one ever stayed more than a month in the place. It just 'never felt like home,' according to the tenants.
No men were allowed to live in the house, though they were allowed to visit. Certain windows were not allowed to have curtains drawn on sunny days. Certain doorways were not to have doors put in them, and the room Tianna was in was not allowed to be painted or have its structure altered in any way. No nails in the walls to hang pictures, no poster stuck to them with Sticky-Tack. Rugs were okay, but putting down carpet was out of the question.
Tianna grinned as she ran her fingers over one of the carvings, likely another reason why no one stayed to long. The carved panels weren't allowed to be altered, removed, or even covered. Putting things in front of them was fine; draping sheets over them was not. She supposed that the scenes would put some people ill at ease; most seemed to be of a religious, pagan sort of nature worship. One of those weird dance-in-the-woods-naked type of things. Though judging from some of the more explicit carvings, there was a lot more than dancing going on with the all-female congregation.
Truth be told, it was her favorite room in the house. She felt safe and comfortable there, even if it was a little dark with the lights out. Tianna chuckled as she turned her head to admire what seemed to be some sort of worshipful orgy, a circle of lovemaking priestesses or whatever around a central cloaked figure. She leaned in closer, swearing she could see details beneath the cloak. She ran her fingers over the figure and then let out a surprised moan as a bolt of pleasure and arousal shot through her.
It was like an electrical current was being run through her, but one that brought pleasure rather than pain. Try as she might, Tianna couldn't remove her fingers from the carving, in-fact she could barely move.
She panted, arching her back, thrusting against the air. Her clothes felt tight, constrictive, and yet she could do nothing to remove them. Her sex began to ache, to throb with almost painful need. Her panties were absolutely soaked in what seemed like the blink of an eye, but the slick juices seemed to aid the press of the fabric against her eager nethers.
With each thrust it seemed that the pain grew less and less, and the pleasure more and more. It felt like some part of her was growing, and as Tianna looked down she could see that a small bulge had appeared upon the smooth fabric of her panties. She watched in rapt fascination as the small bulge blossomed into a rather impressive tent. It felt very strange, Tianna knew she ought to be worried or upset about the addition, but it seemed... right for it to be there. In less than a minute she was staring at a six inch long member that she just longed to wrap her fingers around, to caress, to explore.
She could still feel her pussy, which had ceased aching, so she wasn't sexually male, which was definitely a good thing. She wouldn't be able to live in the house then, she thought, giggling and moaning. Tianna felt... well... kind of odd. Silly, goofy, and a bit detached from things. It was like watching them happen to someone else, and yet feeling everything that was going on. She found herself now able to move on her own again, but rather than call for help, or to have Tania look at her altered loins to see if there was something real there and not just some sort of hallucinated gender outgrowth, she instead tugged down her panties and began to slowly stroke her new shaft.
She could feel her body altering, could feel something blossoming within her, something growing where there had been nothing before. Tianna could also feel the skin and muscle at the base of her new addition moving around, forming into something new. She pulled her hand away from the wall, unable to keep from fondling her raging hard on with the other. Her clit had not merely grown out into a cock, but her entire sex seemed to have been reshaped. Smoother, more streamlined... almost reptilian in a way.
The sheath that formed around her member was not reptilian however, but try as she might Tianna could find no testes to go along with the new organ. But as she found herself moving closer and closer to climax, she could feel something beginning to tense in her lower abdomen.
A soft shiver ran through her body and a near silent sound of bliss escaped her throat as Tianna came, a thick stream of seed jetting from her shaft, soon joined by several more. The new herm let out a satisfied sigh as she opened her eyes, giggling a bit. Boy had she ever made a mess, her little eruption having reached the other side of the room. She learned back against the wood panels, thinking to push herself up, only to find herself tumbling backwards.
Tianna let out a little yelp as she landed, having discovered that the particular panel behind her swung back, revealing a short passage and a room beyond. She felt herself being drawn in, the hidden section almost calling to her. It had been calling to her since she had arrived, it was why she liked being in the rec-room.
Her breaths came in rapid, shallow pants, and her new hard-on ached for further caresses. The short hallway was almost a tunnel, and it felt pleasantly warm. The crawlspace opened up into a small room, perhaps ten feet square. The same wooden carvings adorned the walls and ceiling, as well as the rounded platform in the center. The platform seemed to take up most of the room. It featured three tiers and seven statues rested atop it.
The bottom tier sported three statues, carved wonderfully from different stones. They looked almost life-like. Before Tianna there was a wolf-woman carved from a white rock, alabaster perhaps? Marble? She didn't know. The statue was carved with the wolf-woman on all fours on the lowest level of the tier, her tail raised. The look on her muzzled face was one of amusement and anticipation, as if waiting for Tianna to slip her aching cock into the statue's stony snatch. The stone sex seemed to almost glow, and the hermified human could barely take her eyes from it.
Also on the lowest tier was a red dragoness in a sitting position, her legs spread, her rather impressive, gleaming member standing erect. It too seemed to glow, and Tianna felt her pussy ache, longing to be filled with the statue's ruby rod. Opposite the dragoness stood a lion, or perhaps a lioness considering the combination of breasts and mane, and she was hewn from some sort of black stone. She also sported a sizeable erection, the sight of it causing Tianna's mouth to water. The other four statues seemed hazy, indistinct, their features unable to be seen.
Tianna found herself rooted to the spot, so incredible horny, but also unable to choose which of her needs to satisfy, which of the statues to use to slake her cravings. She let out a soft whimper and took a step forward, all three looked so gorgeous, but the white wolf was the closest. She was posed at just the right height for Tianna to stand on the ground and reach her, almost as if she'd been sculpted and placed there years ago just for this exact moment. An electric thrill went through the hermy girl as she grasped the wolfess' hips, her erect cock brushing against the oddly warm stone for a few moments.
For a second Tianna's mind cleared, and she realized what she was doing. It made her blush; she shouldn't be doing this. The statues were works of art, and there was no way it could possibly feel good cramming her cock into a stone pussy. There couldn't be, could it? She thrust forward, deciding to give it a try anyway.
But rather than the hard, cold, solid stone she expected, Tianna felt something soft and warm enveloping her member. It didn't feel like flesh, it felt even better than that. It sent a tingle throughout her body. She could feel a strange energy trickling into her, the same energy that had called her here in the first place. Tianna welcomed it with open arms.
Her acceptance changed the trickle into a torrent, she let out a pleasured cry as she could feel it pouring into her, the tingle transforming into a sensation of stretching and warping. She threw her head back and howled with pleasure, her canine teeth elongating. She shuddered as a thick coat of radiant white fur covered her body. It felt a little uncomfortable where her clothes still remained, on her feet especially. But the tiny discomfort was not enough to ruin the wondrous pleasure Tianna felt from the energy and the statue's sex milking her cock.
She could feel something flowing out of her, a small little trickle. She wasn't sure what the statue was pulling from her, but it felt... important; something that she ought to be holding on to. Yet the more that left her, the more her pleasure increased. She couldn't stop, couldn't possibly stop, not when she felt so perfect.
Tianna howled as she came, a canine cry rising up from deep within. The trickle flowing out of her became a raging tide, a huge amount of something being hungrily gulped down by the wolf statue. It left her feeling sad, empty, a terrible void opening inside of her that she needed to fill with something, anything! Her body still ached with lust, with need, despite the intense, powerful pleasures that had suffused her moments before. She looked up onto the next tier of the platform, finding that the statues had resolved themselves into solid forms. Each stood between one of the three previous figures, each a hybrid of the two creatures.
Tianna felt lonely, miserable... she needed something, some purpose that she was lacking. The three statues had an identical pose and Tianna found herself unable to resist stepping up to the red-scaled beast before her. It had the dragon's scales, but also the lion's mane. She placed her hands on its shoulders, pushing herself up into its grasp, slowly lowering herself onto the statue's glowing cock. One ruby hand was placed to support her rump, the other to hold her back.
The wolf-human hybrid wrapped her legs around the statue's waist, snuggling against its bust. It didn't feel like stone, it felt softer, not quite lifelike, but not quite inanimate. It seemed to be returning her embrace. The panicked, needful void within Tianna found itself slowly filled as she felt the sensations of change returning.
The alterations focused upon her cock at first, the shape transforming from human to something a bit more bestial. She felt her new knot begin to swell as the base, some tiny feline spines appearing over the length. The head changed in shape, tapering to a point, growing wider, but flatter, presumably like a dragon.
The transforming force caressed Tianna, transforming her white fur into deep red scales. It felt like a lover's caress upon her arms and legs, the outer areas from shoulder to the back of her hand, and from just below her hips to the tops of her feet. They felt warm and wonderful.
She tilted her head back and moaned, her jaw popping as her face reformed into a short, broad muzzle. She drew in a deep breath, newly detected scents flooding her mind. She could tell what each one was, and it made her wonder how she had ever been without such a keen sense of smell.
Her ears tickled, shifting on her head, gaining their own covering of white fur. Her nails thickened, elongating into sharp, golden claws. Tianna let out a playful snarl as her shifting feet and claws tore through her shoes. She could feel her toes, numbering three now, rather than five.
The power surged through her, caressing Tianna's scalp, making her hair grow, turning it into the same brilliant white as her fur, though tipped with the deep red of her scales. A lion's mane formed around her neck, the fur upon her underbelly taking on a more golden shade.
The last change of all was something she was not expecting. It was like someone reached into her mind and pulled away a heavy fog, revealing something that had been lying there hidden forever. It was some strange new sense, not quite sight, not quite touch, but with aspects of both.
The chimera threw her head back once more and howled as climax rocked her, not as intense as the previous time, nowhere near enough to satisfy her lusts. As she came she felt the last of the changes surging through her body, long tendrils extending from the top of her head, right beside her ears. They enhanced her sixth sense, allowing her to 'see' the room around her; allowed her to see the awed form of her lover, Tania, behind her.
Tianna grinned, slowly uncoupling herself from the statue. She smiled at her lover, the emptiness she had felt replaced by a new and wonderful purpose. She could scent Tania's arousal, and she could see that tent in her pants that indicated that the power that shaped her had already begun to work.
"Her Chimeric Majesty has such plans for us..." she whispered, approaching the stunned human, wrapping her arms around Tania, pulling her girlfriend into a loving embrace, "Such wonderful, beautiful plans..." she purred, her rough feline tongue meeting the human's own.
"Y-yes..." Tania whispered, delighting in Tianna's soft fur and smooth scales where they meet her bare skin, "She called us here... and we must answer."
Tianna nodded and turned to look over her shoulder at the platform behind her, "But first we have to get you properly dressed, mmm?" she said with a chuckle, her mind filled with visions. So many beautiful possibilities for Tania, so many sexy forms that she could take...
How could they possibly choose just one?
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Shades of Purple III
Lelana shivers, even though shi is not cold, no longer in the dark, cold stone floored room that has become hir home. She lies on a blanket next to a tavern. Inside hir mistresses flirt with the patrons, and are probably well on their way to getting drunk. Hir body is covered in cum, both hers and that of several amorous passer-bys that have followed the instructions of the sign stuck in the ground next to the blanket.
"Fuck Me" it reads, and they have been. It's why Lelana is now laying on hir side, rather then leaning against the wall where shi started. Shi supposes shi ought to really clean hirself, but why bother? Someone else is going to make a mess of hir. Shi'll get beaten for not keeping hirself tidy, but most likely shi's going to get a beating anyway, just for fun.
Their fun anyway, Lelana doesn't like it, not at all. Tears run down hir face, as shi remembers the horrible things shi did to the pets shi used to have, especially the one who's form hir once beautiful body has been twisted into. Shi didn't think shi was being mean, or hurting them too bad. But after experiencing the sensation of claws digging through hir flesh, shi found that it hurts far, far more then she'd ever imagined.
Shi covers hir face with one of hir tails, maybe shi could fall asleep and have a nice dream. Shi tries to remember the last good dream shi had, and finds shi can't remember one. Shi shudders at the thought of a horrible nightmare she had, one that had seemed all too real. Shi had been hirself, had the beautiful body shi'd given hirself, and shi had turned, and found hirself.
This other-hir was different; shi had huge teeth, and claws. Lelana shudders again as shi recalls the creature's sex organ, a hideously large malformed parody of a phallus, with sharp spines all the way up the shaft. This monster-hir had bloodlessly torn off hir arms and legs, and then proceeded to tear hir insides apart with that horrible organ.
Shi sobs as shi feels a touch on hir hips, someone slides into hir. And her body goes through the proper pleasuring motions, while hir mind stays in its little disconnected zone. Shi reflexively moves hir tail to see the owner of the prick that's entering hir. With a sad sigh shi brings hir tail back down over hir face. Shi'd forgotten again. Shi'd forgotten that shi's half blind.
It was the first person shi'd seen after she'd been changed. Shi'd been so happy when on of hir sister dark-elves had entered the room. Surely she would notice that the original occupant of the room was gone, and that someone had changed poor Lelana into something resembling their play toy. But she hadn't.
Instead she'd roughly shoved Lelana onto hir back, and shoved her cunt in Lelana's face. Lelana pleasured her, licking with hir tongue, nibbling gently on her clit. But then shi came, and stuck her claws into Lelana's head. On reflex to the pain Lelana had bitten down, hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to cause permanent damage. The wounds wouldn't have been scarring even without healing magic.
But hir sister had been enraged, she'd dislocated Lelana's jaw in a fit of rage, knocked five of hir teeth out, broke hir tail in two places, and slashed at hir left eye. It was still there, but it had clouded over and turned yellow-white, and couldn't see at all. Lelana had lain there in pain until morning, when another of hir sisters, come to enjoy hir body, had found her and healed her.
And not very well; just enough so that hir being jostled around wouldn't make hir wounds worse. Shi'd been in pain for weeks. Shi'd been beaten time and time again. Hir sisters had never determined Lelana was one of them, and continued to use hir like shi was the fuck-toy shi resembled. Lelana had hissed, spit, squirmed, and bit.
So they'd made changes to hir. They stopped feeding hir, making cum hir only source of nutrition. They'd made hir gag reflex non existent, and turned hir throat into a pussy. They'd put a pair of horns on hir head, and then blunted the tips; they made it easy to keep hir head under control. After all, hir head was just about the only part of hir body that could move. They'd made hir breasts larger, and not only that, but gave hir an additional three pair. With all the added weight, she couldn't squirm at all.
Originally shi had been able to move very slowly, inching hir way across the cold, stone room where shi was kept most of the time. With effort shi could use the wall and prop hirself into a sort of sitting position, or roll hirself onto hir back, front, or side depending on what shi wanted. Not anymore. Now shi just lay where shi was put.
There was a new girl at their camp, one Lelana had never seen before. Shi'd taken one look at Lelana, and changed hir even more. She'd made hir dick bigger, it was long enough that when it was mostly erect all Lelana had to do to get it in her mouth was open hir lips. When it was fully erect Lelana was either looking right at it, or had it buried in hir throat-cunt.
In order to make up for her decreased flexibility, they'd made hir tongue longer, a lot longer. Shi could reach just about any part of hir body. And hir new tormentor, Lelana had soon stopped thinking of them as hir sisters, had done a few other things to Lelana for her own amusement. After seeing Lelana unable to do anything with hir prick in hir throat, shi'd done something to hir breasts, allowing Lelana to squeeze and stroke hir cock with them.
The muscles weren't strong enough to allow Lelana to crawl like a caterpillar, but shi supposed if shi kept working at it they might. But it aroused hir greatly when shi moved hir breasts, and shi got lost in the sensation and forgot all about exercising them. Lelana was surprised hir cock still fit in hir sheath.
Then hir tormentor had placed a pussy between each pair of Lelana's breasts. Shi didn't know why, it was much easier to use hir original one or the one hir tailhole had become. Hir tormentor just liked adding things to hir. She'd the four clits on Lelana's chest to swell to a length of about four or five inches when shi was aroused. Then she'd made it to Lelana's different parts were aroused individually.
Her pussy and ass were one part, each pair of breasts with the pussy in between another, hir cock still another, and hir throat still another. Then the new girl had put still more pussies on Lelana's massive cock, arranged so that they would line up with hir clits whenever Lelana's cock got hard. She was most proud of her next two changes to hir plaything, changing the slit of Lelana's cock to a pussy, now that it was big enough, and adding four smaller dicks, each situated so that when unerect, it would fold into the flesh of the pussies lining hir cock.
She had laughed when she'd fully aroused Lelana, and watched the cat-girl fuck hirself. It now took around three hours for Lelana to get fully calmed down once hir cock got hard. Hir tormenter was always looking for new things to add to Lelana, just this morning she'd given Lelana a second tail, right below hir first, making it out of the clit of hir ass-pussy. She'd made both hir tails arousable as well, and a cock grew out of the tip of each when that happened.
Whoever had decided to make use of Lelana finished, spurting his cum all over hir tail, and using one of them to clean himself. Lelana shudders as shi feels a familiar touch, and hears the voice of hir tormentor. "So little pet, you've made quite the slut of yourself today, all before lunch too." Lelana tried to bury hir head in the blanket; shi thought shi'd been out here much, much longer. Hir tormentor's touch slides down hir back, a finger entering both the pussies shi has down there.
"I think you deserve a break, my beautiful little toy. You won't need to pleasure anyone for awhile." Oh no, not again. Lelana's tormentor grabs both of hir tails, grasping them in her hands, rubbing gently up and down their length. "Although you will provide much pleasure to them." Lelana tries to pull hir tails away, but all that does is slide hir tormentor's hands toward the sensitive tips, where cocks are beginning to form.
"Oh good girl, helping to get yourself ready." She runs her tongue over each of Lelana's erect tail-cocks. Lelana shivers; shi hates it, all of it. Shi hates being touched like this, being used for a fuck-toy. But shi can do nothing, shi's even more helpless then the human whom shi had changed into a form not too different from this one. Shi can do nothing but surrender to the sensations of the body that holds hir prisoner.
"Will my little girl-cat be a good girl and fuck hirself without being asked? Or will Mommy have to make hir?" Lelana sobs and shudders, doing as shi's told, a hand strokes the fur on hir back. "Good girl, good girl." Two pairs of hands grip the sides of Lelana's body, and roll hir over. Hir tormentor grips Lelana by the shoulders, she wraps hir arms around the cat-amputee's back.
"Such a good girl, such a pretty, sweet little kitten. Mommy loves her kitty, yes she does." Lelana shudders, his tormentor likes to try out different shapes. And she loves to bite. Lelana had dozens of tiny dots of flesh, where fur would never grow back without a healing spell, from hir 'Mother's' love bites. She loved the taste of Lelana's blood as well.
"Give Mommy a kiss." The dark elf slides her tongue into Lelana's mouth. Lelana tried to choke her once; sticking hir tongue all the way down hir tormentor's throat, but all that had done was make the dark elf quiver with pleasure. Lelana didn't resist, but shi didn't kiss back either. It was all she had taken to doing lately, doing as little as possible. Shi did what shi was told, but nothing more. For the most part shi'd stop outright resisting long ago.
Shi feels hir tormenter's long tongue softly caress the back of hir throat, the mere touch being enough to make that part of hir long for more attention. The dark elf pulls back, gazing into hir pet's eyes. "Oh sweetie, I have just a wonderful idea for that tongue of yours, but not now. Tonight, when we're alone. It'll feel so good kitten. You'll love it." Lelana highly doubted that.
Hir tormentor's four hands began to fondle and stroke hir balls and sheath. "You're so beautiful, kitten. You're Mommy's favourite toy; you're such a pretty kitty. So very, very pretty. I'm going to ask if I can buy you, keep you all to myself." Lelana didn't like that at all. Hir cock was beginning to slide out of hir sheath; two of hir mistress's hands went to the lowermost pair of breasts.
"Oh I wish you could make love to me right now, pet. I wish I could have every inch of this beautiful cock inside me. But I have business to attend to." Hir mistress is caressing the last pair of breasts; Lelana's cock is almost to them. "But don't worry, pet, we'll have so much fun tonight when I can take full advantage of your beautiful body. Open wide, little one."
Lelana leans hir head down, and obediently opens hir mouth, hir cock sliding in. The dark elf kisses hir on the forehead. "Good girl. Have fun for Mommy, ok?" And with that she's gone. Lelana's throat is totally filled with hir cock; another change made to hir becomes active. Lelana is now breathing through hir ears.
The cat-amputee can do nothing but give into the pleasurable feelings of hir body, the bestial part of hir mind beginning to take over entirely. Lelana is glad for this, for a while shi won't have to think about her body, about hir suffering, about anything at all. Shi feels hir blood begin to flow to the smaller cocks on hir length, and the clits on hir chest and stomach. Each begins to grow, entering the orifice opposite it.
A tear runs down Lelana's cheek right before shi gives hirself over completely to the needs of hir body. Hir last thought before succumbing to hir carnal urges is that shi isn't a creature anymore, not even an animal, just a living knot that annoyingly keeps untying itself. And so for a while shi's overtaken by the pleasurable sensations hir body gives to hir.
Shi pants, hir cock sliding from hir lips, allowing hir to breathe normally; hir conscious mind slowly fades back, and shi realizes that's she's warm. Too warm. Far, far too warm. Shi doesn't sweat, and the only way to cool down hir body is through panting, but shi's been unable to pant for several hours, hir tongue buried in the slit of hir cock. Shi's so hot, so very, very hot. And tired, every muscle in hir body aching. Something is pressed up against hir lips, Lelana opens them.
Shi mewls in surprise, and spits out the cool water that passes through hir lips. A gentle hand strokes her hair. The canteen is back at hir lips, Lelana drinks slowly, letting the refreshing liquid slowly run down hir throat. Lelana opens hir good eye, and find shi can see nothing but fur and a red cloth. Whatever this creature is, it's huge. Lelana hopes it doesn't want to fuck her, shi doesn't know if she's capable of taking something this large.
Shi's being picked up, oh no, this thing must be huge. Shi feels hirself being lowered, but not onto something, rather into something. Even if shi was able to struggle, Lelana is far to tired to do anything but close her eyes and rest; she's too tired to sleep even. Shi simply closes hir eyes, and waits for whatever is going to happen, to happen.
Lelana can feel hir abductor walking away from the tavern. Shi wonders what this massive furry thing is going to do with hir, and then realizes shi doesn't really care. Just about anything it does to her would be preferable to staying with hir former sisters. After awhile Lelana feels the creature stop, then a strange sensation of moving.
Flying, Lelana realizes. The creature is flying. It's not long at all before the creature sets down again, perhaps a few minutes. It opens a door and enters a building. Lelana is pulled out of the pouch, a flap of fur-lined skin over the creature's belly. Shi, judging from the breasts, and bulge under its skirt, it's definitely a shi, sets Lelana down gently on a soft overstuffed chair.
Lelana looks up at her abductor's face, and immediately recognizes it, it may be larger, but it's exactly the same as hers; that of the form shi currently wears. Lelana's breath catches in hir throat, shi lets out a feeble squeak. This is it, the one thing that's worse then being the plaything of the dark elves. Lelana is at the complete mercy of the girl shi tortured for so long.
Fat tears run down hir cheeks, shi cannot look hir captor in the eyes. The cat-girl had been changed, shi was far larger, shi had feet, shi had wings, shi had claws, shi could easily break Lelana in half. The cat-giant reaches out a wing-hand, Lelana clenches hir eyes shut, waiting for the pain that's going to come. What is shi going to do? Twist hir ear? Gouge her eye? Strangle hir maybe?
None of the above, the cat-giant wipes the tears off hir cheeks. "You're name is Lelana, isn't it?" Lelana is stunned, not only can hir former pet talk again, but shi knows hir name! "It is, isn't it?" shi asks. Lelana simply nods. "I'm Isma." says the cat-giant. "Do you remember me?" Isma, so that was the girl's name. Lelana never asked.
Lelana nods, shi remembers Isma very well. The cat-amputee begins to sob. Shi can remember just about everything shi'd done when the situation was reversed. Shi wonders where Isma is going to start. Bite hir? Rake hir back with hir claws? Maybe shi'd do something completely different, something that Lelana had never done. Like gouge out hir one working eye.
Shi sinks down as far as shi can. Lelana can do nothing to defend hirself, shi can't even move half as well as Isma ever had. Shi waits for the giant cat-girl to begin. "I'm not going to hurt you." Isma says. The words mean nothing to Lelana, shi'd said the exact same thing, then clawed one of hir pets.
"You deserve what you got." Isma says. "You deserve to be left back there and go through everything I had to go through. You deserve to suffer like that every day for the rest of your life." Lelana nods. Shi did. Shi'd been a wicked, horrible person; shi deserved whatever this poor girl was going to do to hir.
"Are you sorry for what you did to me?" Lelana nods, rapidly. And shi is. If shi'd stopped to think how much shi had hurt the humans shi'd kidnapped, then shi might not have done all those things. "Good." Isma pauses. "Let's get you cleaned up." Lelana shudders, shi knew what to expect when the dark elves 'cleaned' her. Shi usually almost drowned in the process. Drowning was Lelana's most recurring nightmare. Shi didn't float at all, and was completely unable to swim.
Isma picks up the cat amputee in hir wings, and takes hir to the bathroom. The winged cat-girl sets the former dark elf in the tub, and begins to run the water. Isma grabs a washcloth and begins to scrub Lelana's fur gently. Normally the touch would bring the portions of Lelana to arousal, but hir body is tired, sore, and worn out.
"Don't be frightened, Lelana. I'm not going to get my revenge or anything like that. I'm beyond that. I was surprised when I saw you lying out there. I wanted to leave you there, leave you with you're 'friends.' But I couldn't. I knew exactly what it felt like to sit there. You get hot, thirsty, but no one ever gives you any water. You hope someone will pick you up and take you away, but they never do. The only people who pay you any attention are the ones you'd rather wouldn't."
Isma picks the cat-amputee up and towels hir dry. "I just can't let someone hurt like I did, even if it's the person who made me suffer like that. But you were also nice to me sometimes. You'd pet me, and comb my hair, and talk to me. You were the only one that treated me like a person, and not just an object to use for your own pleasure."
Lelana is picked up once again and taken back into the living room, where Isma sits in hir chair. She cradles Lelana in hir wings and pets hir. "I'm not going to hurt you, or claw at you, or starve you, or pull your fur out or anything. I'll tell you what I am going to do. I'm going to do for you what your and your people would never have done for me. I'm going to take care of you. Feed you, bathe you, everything."
"I guess I feel sorry for you. Because in a way I'm responsible for you being like you are. Violet changed you when she was rescuing me. I don't know, maybe I just think you're cute because you look just like me. Maybe its just destiny, you fit just perfectly in my pouch." Isma runs a wing-hand over hir belly.
"Maybe I just want a pet of my own to play with. Something to hold, and cuddle, and love, and love me back. I don't know. Whatever the reason, we're going to be together for a long, long time. So you better get used to the idea. I'm not taking no for an answer." Isma smiles, hugging the cat-amputee tight against hir body. Lelana is startled by a strange sound. It's not something shi's heard before. It takes her awhile to realize that it's coming from hir own body. A soft, happy purr.
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(F tf hybrid, ermine-goat anthro, feral)
Kyle was a good looking guy but also rather soft spoken, and generally avoided conflict so he had a habit of flying under everyone's radar. The few girlfriends he had in the past broke up with him simply because he was too timid, and they were looking for something a bit more thrilling. He would unknowingly strike it lucky this night however. As he slept his underpants tented from an erection and a minuscule woman appeared on his open windowsill. The little Fae women was no more than three inches tall and grinned devilishly as she fluttered into his bedroom in the cover of night and slid his underwear down. She barely leaned back in time to avoid the erection from smacking her across the face as it sprung out from its cloth confines- it was twice as big as her entire body! She wore no clothing in the first place, and quickly fluttered up and sat on the head of the penis. She was prepared to grind her tiny slit on the rubbery glans but heard Kyle groan in his sleep. An odd reaction. She used her magic to look into his dreams and seem a flurry of mixed feelings- turmoil of his past relationships. Well that soured the mood. But she had least had the power to solve this. She cast a spell that used the emotional energy spent on his past relationships and his desire to find someone right for himself and condensed that energy into power to grant his wish. She fluttered off his dick with a nod and smile and vanished back into the night.
Kyle woke up the next day not knowing anything happened at all in the night. It was his second day off, so he would be back to work tomorrow. He woke up slowly and got himself a cup of coffee, grabbed his guitar and went out to the fire exit. He would often strum his guitar idly with his legs dangling from the fire escape on the back of his apartment building, overlooking the narrow lane between buildings. As soon as he stepped out though he immediately spotted something very unusual. He seen something large and pale through the metal grating that made up the fire escape stairs, but when he walked to the edge to look over he immediately recognized a young woman, completely nude, sitting in a dumpster! Her butt had sunken in between garbage bags and it looked like she was stuck- flailing her arms and legs around trying to get herself back out.
"Uhhh, miss? Are you ok down there?"
She looked up at him confused for a moment, then made grabby hands toward him. "Kyle!"
"W-wuh? Uh, yes? Do I know you?"
She grinned. "Kyle!"
Was she on drugs? Actually now that he thought of it, her position makes it look like she fell into the dumpster... did she fall off the fire escape? Maybe she has brain damage. How did she lose all her clothing though? The bottom part of the fire escape was chained up and did not reach the ground so Kyle went down through the building and around to the lane way to help her out. Her hair was platinum blond to her shoulders and a bit frazzled. Her breasts were pudgy little A cup hills capped with extremely pale pink nipples and tiny areola. Her skin was abnormally pale, like she had not gone outside in years. Her eyes were bright and wide, and she seemed fully aware but at the same time, had a hard time understanding him, and only replied with one or two words. Her iris were purple as well, which as far as he knew was not a natural eye color. Kyle was getting nervous someone would walk by and see him talking with a young naked woman and think he was doing something to her, so he ushered her inside and scurried back to his apartment. He offered to call the police to see if anyone knew her but she looked worried and immediately moved to stop him. She knew his name, and did not want help from anyone else, but was unable to really tell him much of anything- including a name of her own. She had been pulled out of a dumpster so he offered for her to use his shower. She nodded and referred to it as 'inside rain' before skipping off to clean herself up.
Was he going to get in trouble for keeping her here? She seemed to have severe amnesia or something, but on the other hand seemed fully aware of what he was doing when he went to call the police, and knows his name for some reason. The last thing someone that confused and empty headed needed was to be even more panicked so he did not want to press the issue and try to call the authorities again. At least not yet. Kyle supposed the only other thing he could do right now was to take care of her himself till she remembered more. He got a shirt and pants for her to put on when she got out of the shower. When she came out she still sopping wet and looked like she was about to shake the water off when he quickly directed her back into the bathroom and told her to use the towel first. When she smiled he noted she had very slightly bucked teeth, and her eyes were slightly crossed too. If anything it made her look even more cute. It oddly made Kyle think of something he had not in many years. When he was really little he sort of admired how extravagant women's clothing looked, and had made up a queenly figure he tried to draw a few times. He used his favorite color to draw her eyes- purple. He also remembered the other boys making fun of him for the drawings and never drawing her again.
She seemed sort of child-like and she was young looking, but also clearly adult in frame. The more Kyle tried to press her for information, the more she used the word 'wish'. Like she was trying to identify herself as his... wish? He was also pretty sure she put the shirt on backwards, but it was so ridiculously big on her it didn't really matter. When he sat with her on his couch to talk she immediately sat right up against him as if to flirt with him, but did not advance any further. Once Kyle decided he wasn't going to get any information out of her right now and started watching TV with her, she leaned on him and gently held his arm to snuggle close. Kyle had no idea what to think but couldn't bring himself to question it. He found a naked flirty amnesiac, it kind of seemed like a jackpot, but he also did not want to take advantage of her. She ended up falling asleep against him and he had to gently slip out of her grip after to check up on things on the internet. When she woke up again later they tried playing video games together- she learned surprisingly fast for someone who barely knew how to speak. He also noted she picked up a few more words as she played with him. Maybe her memory was slowly coming back.
Kyle let the woman have his bed while he slept on the couch. The window was right over the couch but the buildings around him were too tall to see the night sky through it. The only light at night was the glow from some neon signs just around the corners. He had a bit of a hard time getting to sleep, continuously thinking of the woman in the other room. A complete stranger that somehow knows him, but nothing else. He woke up later in the night and assumed he was still dreaming till the powerful pulse of pleasure hit him. He sat up on his elbows quickly, looking at the woman who had her face buried in his crotch!
"W-what are... you...?" His voice trailed off, again completely unsure of what was going on but unwilling to stop it.
She looked up at him but did not take her lips from around his dick, gently working his shaft while her tongue delicately ran up and down the shaft inside. She held herself up with one hand and cupped his balls with her other hand. Whenever she pulled up on his cock her tongue traced the corona of his glans skillfully. It certainly did not seem like an amateur job. So she somehow knows absolutely nothing, including about herself, but knows Kyle and still remembers how to give a great blowjob? Kyle had not gotten off in some time now so it did not take long to reach climax. She popped her head down, burying his entire dick in her mouth as he came and quickly swallowed it as it came. She let it settle down and start to go soft before she slowly slid back off.
"Did I do good?"
"Y-you can talk!"
"I... hard to think. I think but no... I not... words." She furrowed her brows in frustration, knowing she was barely understandable. Her voice was high toned but soft.
"Well you are already doing a lot better than before!"
"Because purpose." She seemed to cheer up a bit again.
"What purpose?"
"Me purpose."
Now he furrowed his brows a bit, trying to understand. "What is your purpose?"
"You."
"... I am your purpose? What does that mean...?"
She furrowed her brows again in thought. "I no have word for that."
Kyle suggested they just get some rest, and she agreed but unexpectedly she did not return to his bed. She climbed further up on him and plopped down, going to sleep on top of him, half wedged between him and the back of the couch! Again, Kyle had a hard time getting to sleep again because of it, but it was far too surreal and comfortable to actually complain about. When morning came he had to squeeze out from under her and woke her up accidentally as he had to dash back to his bedroom quickly to turn his work alarm off. He was so tired from the poor sleep the night before though, Kyle immediately called in sick to work. He just flopped back down on his bed and went to sleep again on top of the blankets, with his legs still draped off the side. When Kyle woke up again it was to the fire alarm and he stumbled off the bed onto the floor because of the odd position he fell asleep in! The alarm turned off as soon as he exited his bedroom and he seen the woman waving a towel around in the air by the open living room window, trying to fan the smoke out.
She smiled a bit nervously at him. "First meal is ready. Kyle hungry?"
She apparently cooked him breakfast... even though it was 1 in the afternoon. He was a bit unsure of it when he seen it. The bacon looked like charcoal, the sunny-side up eggs turned out scrambled, and she was afraid of using a knife to cut up little potato squares to fry so she attempted to fry mashed potatoes, but cooked them at the same time as the egg causing them to be mixed together. Luckily, Kyle was not a picky eater, and no one had ever made him breakfast before. The bacon tasted a bit charred obviously but for the most part it all still tasted alright, even though it looked like someone scraped it off the floor. When he was done eating, she presented him with several pieces of paper, with child-like drawings on them. She had found his notepad in the night and drawn up crude diagrams.
"This try to tell where... er... what me is."
He looked at the drawings but they were not much easier to understand than her jumbled mess of words. A faerie came in his window, cast a spell on him, which caused the woman to appear outside, but she tried to climb the fire escape only to fall off and land in the dumpster.
"So... you are saying some faerie godmother came and poofed you into existence... for...?"
"You! I am for you."
He chuckled, but sobered quickly when he seen her expression sadden at his disbelief. "So you are magical? How can I... can you prove it? Do something magic?"
"I am not faerie, I can't not, er, can not cast spells." She thought hard for a moment trying to think of how she could prove herself to her master. "What Kyle desire? I am for best like, so when you want more something, I can do!"
"D-desire? In a person? I dunno, I guess someone who likes to cuddle a lot, a good listener-"
The woman bopped him on the head playfully. "Those not things you see. I can't prove without showing."
"Oh. Right. Uhm..."
She crossed her arms at how long he was taking. "Big boobs?"
"Hah! Well yea, what guy doesn't li- er, I mean, yea. I guess I can appreciate larger endowments."
The woman lowered her brows at his terrible attempt at modesty. She felt a little bit dizzy though, and realized she was deviating from her purpose. She was making him uncomfortable by putting him on the spot like that and asking him embarrassing questions. She quickly changed gears and told him he should probably have a shower to help wake up first, giving him an out. Once he left the room she started to snoop around his apartment trying to find clues as to what he likes, till she spotted his PC which was still on from the night before- he forgot to shut it down, only the monitor was turned off. She did not see anything incriminating at first glance, but noticed the mouse was hovering over a folder. When she opened that folder she seen a sub folder inside titled 'XXX'. He had his porn folder on his desktop before because he lived alone anyway- but when she showed up he moved it into another folder to hide it. Not well enough, obviously. This had all the information she needed. She had a brief flashback of one of Kyle's memories, of losing one of his girlfriends after she found out he was into furries and she was very not. The woman smiled at finding this information though- it would be easy to prove her magical nature this way, because half animal people do not exist in the world otherwise. Even the woman was not completely knowledgeable on her origin, but she knew enough. She is literally created from Kyle's desire for someone, so the more desirable she is, and the more she can fill that void the more 'real' she becomes, and her jumbled and simplified thoughts start to clear.
When Kyle came out of the shower and got dressed in casual 'day off' clothes again he noticed the woman staring at him with a cheshire grin.
"What? Remember something? A name at least?"
"I have no name to remember..." She had a brief flash of his memories, of the drawing of the queen he made long ago that she was made to resemble. She stole her appearance, why not her name too? "Gossamer. Maybe my name is Gossamer?"
She shook her head a bit remembering what she was actually waiting for him to say. "I can has proof! Watch, I will change to be more like."
She closed her eyes and concentrated, she was perched on the edge of the couch like a cat with her hands between her legs gripping edge and her feet up as well- so her knees were up at her chest. Gossamer's legs popped off the couch almost causing her to stumble off- she had not changed their position at all, they were getting longer. Already quite long to begin with to allow her petite frame to match Kyle's height, even though she was otherwise quite small in comparison. The added length was put entirely onto her feet, stretching the distance between ankle and toes. About halfway through the extension her big toe was left behind, shrinking down to a hardly noticeable digit to far off the ground to be used. Her toes reduced in mass as they stretched farther away from the ankle, becoming less flexible and also much shorter and plumper. The skin on the bottoms bulged up from the shifting mass as well as on the base of each toe, turning into fat pink bubbles of flesh before turning grey-pink, then bruise purple, and finally completely black. Her toenails shrank drastically in width and increased slightly in length. They became small, sharp pointed translucent claws. Her feet transformed into paws, but very small paws. For how long her legs were, the paws were almost comically small.
Gossamer let out a high pitched sound with high reverberance that sounded almost like a mix between a deer and goat. She squirmed in her seat, sliding back further onto the couch as a quick but intense prickling feeling fired down her legs in several waves. It was hard to notice at first because it was stark white, and her skin was incredibly pale to begin with, but she was growing fur on her legs starting at her thighs and going down her leg. When the growth reached her ankles though it increased considerably. The fur grew long just behind the pads of her small paws, forming long trailing wisps from the fetlocks. Now with her rump more firmly on the couch she lifted up her hands and kept flexing them open and closed, but then realized Kyle could not see and instead turned them to face him. Her hands were developing pads as well but less pronounced than on her feet- though the skin on them still quickly turned black. Her nails once again shrank into small pointed claws and her fingers became only slightly shorter- her hands remained structured the same, just with stumpier digits. Fur started to grow on the backs of her hands, but not the inside- all skin that was immune to the growth of fur turned black while the rest remained ghostly pale. Kyle could not see, but her shirt was so loose that Gossamer could look down the collar and see her already tiny tits shrink completely into her and her already pale nipples and areola start to fade into the rest of her skin.
Gossamer made another odd bleat in surprise, quickly jerking her head back as the prickly feeling fired up her neck. Before the fur even became visible on her throat, her head bowed forward forcefully from a pressure in her spine. Her neck let out several loud, hollow pops as it grew a bit longer. The fur grew extremely fast even in comparison to her legs, because it also grew a lot longer. So long in fact that as the platinum color bled from her hair to leave it pure white- you could not tell the difference between her hair and the fur around her neck. It formed into a massive fluffy mane! She quickly scrambled to pull the shirt off- she definitely did not need any more insulation with all that fur! As Gossamer pulled off the shirt it shoved all her mane into her face forcing her to hold her breath a second. Once the shirt popped off her mane slowly settled back down- being incredibly frizzy for a moment. Without the shirt, her fur started to advance onto her torso from her neck and shoulders, but was extremely fine unlike on her neck. It was powder soft and short enough that it did not hide any of the curvature of her body below. The fur was even more fine on her underside- you could see the pale peach tone of her skin through the fur on her chest and belly.
Gossamer cooed from the sensation of growth in her back, gathering into a pressure in her spine. She quickly got up onto the couch onto her hands and knees facing toward Kyle. She hooked her tiny finger claws on her pants and shimmied out of them knowing she would need the extra room in a moment.
She slowly bowed her back more and more as her voice raised in pitch. "A-aaa..aaaAAH!" Gossamer then quickly reversed, arching her back outward with the sound of several violent pops!
Her spine grew a bit in length, and two more sets of ribs extended her chest more. Her spine grew a bit longer after that, and her tail bone started to extend as well. The fur on her thighs quickly advanced now and overtake her rump and climb onto her tail but avoided the immediate area around her anus and vulva, leaving about an inch distance of bare skin. Her perineum shrank, drawing her vulva closer to the anus- aiming it backward more. The bare skin now exposed on the underside of the base of her tail, and around her privates formed an elongated diamond in shape. Gossamer also grinned as two black spots formed on her crotch and the darkness started to spread from them back toward her privates but not onto them. He did say he liked big tits. She cried out and lurched forward to counter the shift as her spine grew longer yet again, a bit in the torso and a lot in the tail. Her torso was quite long and incredibly flexible, but that also meant if she bent over at all while standing up she would just topple herself because her spine wouldn't have the strength to counter the shift in gravity. That is where her gargantuan tail came into play- its a counterweight so she can still balance her longer body. She quickly flopped over onto her side and squirmed onto her back, arching her body to grab her tail with both hands to try and counter the strong prickling feeling by touching the area, so the sensation was split between the two. As she slid her hands down her tail, her touch left very long, bushy fur in its wake. Even a bit longer than the fur around her neck, Gossamer's tail looked absolutely gigantic because of the volume of soft fur on it. Now that there was so much volume of fur it was much more noticeable- it was pure white but shone both teal and coral pink in the light; her fur is pearlecent.
Gossamer let out a distressed bleat and Kyle took a few steps forward, wanting to help her but not knowing what to do. Her face scrunched up in pain and her eyes closed tightly. Three openings were created in the skin along her hairline, stretched open by what looked like a disk of bone. Because it was stretched open it was unable to bleed, and because it was part of her transformation the broken veins quickly mended and re-routed inside. The disks widened, till each was about the thickness of a narrow can- like some smaller energy drinks came in. She opened her eyes again, breathing a bit heavily and he seen her iris had actually turned red, but were already fading back to purple. She looked straight up suddenly with more of a high pitched cry of pleasure. The feeling erupted from her head starting from the new growth but resonated through her entire skull- it was like the feeling of a good stretch, but in a part of her body that would never be able to have that feeling normally. The disk overlapping the front of either of her temples erupted outward very quickly into horns, forming a backward arch. The horns were not particularly long- about eight or nine inches total and were heavily ribbed. Like her fur, they were white but shimmered in coral pink and teal- but the pearlecent shine was much more prominent on the horns to the point where it was hard to miss in any lighting. A second later the disk in the middle of her forehead erupted into a third horn that jut straight out with no bend at all. The third horn was about ten inches long and rather than being ribbed, it was spiraled like a unicorn horn.
Her head was not done changing yet. Her lips tightened and squirmed at the feeling as ultra fine fur advanced onto her face and her entire skull became slightly more narrow- the shift in mass going forward and stretching her jaws out just slightly longer. Her nose grew a shade longer, putting the bottom closer to her top lip and the bridge of her nose flattened quite a bit, making it wider. The skin at the end of her now slightly triangular nose tip and her lips turned glossy black, and the two met in the middle, giving her a slightly goat face. Unlike a goat though, as the fur finished consuming her face two black dots appeared in the fur to mark her eyebrows, and three long whiskers grew out just over her upper lip, and two more from her eyebrows at half the length. Her ears became long and pointed as her face was finishing its changes, but became so large they flopped right over onto themselves. Her ears grew into giant elongated leaf shaped like a long-eared goat. The bare skin on the inner side of the large ears was black like the rest of her exposed flesh. Her nose and horns resembled a goat as well, but because her face just barely pushed out and the whiskers and coloration made her head more closely resemble a mink or ferret.
Gossamer was catching her breath still as she got up into her original cat-like pose, though her now very long body was steeply arched to achieve the pose. She grinned at the bewildered Kyle. Her still slightly crossed eyes changed a bit as she looked at him- her iris stretching sideways into horizontal slits. Her eyelashes were still long and full and pure black, which framed her eyes in contrast against all the white around it. Gossamer got up and walked over to him trying to be all sultry. His eyes were locked with hers, trying to understand the situation and her feelings, so he did not notice the black hills forming in her crotch. She put a hand on either shoulder as she was now much taller than him even though she was still petite in proportion. Gossamer giggled and pulled his face into her fluffy mane and hugged him. After a few moments though, she stood up straight again and thrust her hips into him, squishing something large and soft into his crotch! Kyle backed up a bit in surprise and then he seen her final touches.
Two large nipples stuck out from her crotch on two fat hills. As they both looked at it, the hills swelled out more, softly wobbling entirely on its own from the growth. As it stretched larger, the nipples grew as well, becoming both quite long and very thick. The fat hills grew together- fused in the middle- and once they reached the size of two cantaloupes the black flesh started to break up. Spots of pale skin started to appear- the flesh was only growing in peach toned now, causing the black skin to divide further and break up into increasingly small splotches and dots. As it grew still bigger Gossamer's legs bowed a bit and she moved both hands down from the feeling, cooing softly. She did not want to obstruct their view so her pudgy fingers only massaged the base of the top of the developing udder- where the soft bare flesh trailed onto her underside. Her fingers could start to feel thick veins under the surface- milk veins trailing into the base of the udder. Its growth started to push pressure out around itself as well, pushing on the sides of her hips and with a sudden jerk her hip bone popped and expanded. Her hips had been rather small for a woman, but quickly rounded out and then became even a bit wider than average. Her rump swelled a bit into a firm bubble butt to balance the growth. Now with more room, her udder continued to grow; the black flesh became several splotches orbited by several small black dots, while the majority of the udder was pale peach, but that too was starting to change. As the skin started to have a harder time keeping up the floppy squishy flesh started to firm up and pull more aggressively on her pleasure nerves causing Gossamer to squirm more. The pale peach flesh started to darken a bit and then blush powder pink, and finally a vibrant pink as the growth finally stopped. Her nipples were now full teats, and extremely fat, giving them a conical shape- making it easily identified as a goat's udder. Even when Gossamer stood erect on two legs, her udder did not completely flop between her legs- it was too pert. The bloated teats aimed at a diagonal angle, both forward and toward the floor. Each half of her udder was about the size of a basketball, making it quite large overall.
She did a bit of a twirl for him and threw up her arms to show off her body- her udder lagged a bit behind because of its weight. "Tadah! See? Gossamer can't do the magic, but I am still magical. I am for you, little magic person give me to you as random good deed."
"Wh- uh.. well... wow. How... I mean... you're a living being though?"
"I was made from another living being like others, just made different way. Gossamer was made from Kyle's desires. So the more you want me the more stronger I get."
Kyle scratched his head. "How does that work?"
Gossamer just shrugged. "I don't even need to eat or sleep really. I am powered all from you."
Knowing he was the type to take things slow, Gossamer took his hand and pulled him to the couch with her to play video games. Now that her head was more sorted out she would be able to play much better with him. She sat right next to him and coiled her massive fluffy tail around both of them, sitting its end across their laps. A few times Gossamer cheated- slouching in her seat deliberately using her long body to put her udder on display, which immediately distracted Kyle allowing her to beat him in the game. Afterward they watched some TV and eventually just started talking about random things. She knew how the world worked, but lacked any real worldly knowledge because she has no memories- she was literally born yesterday. Gossamer had some of Kyle's memories, but she never actually lived them so there was no context behind them- so she was really interested in random stories about his life to fill in the blanks for her. As they spoke she slowly inched closer to him. He sat up on one arm of the couch and she was perched like a cat between his legs, inching closer veeerry slowly. She won't make any sexual advances on him without him making the first move- unlike his past girlfriends, Gossamer was only as frisky as he wanted. She was extremely touchy though. She started to gently massage his legs as he spoke, never breaking eye contact with him. As she inched closer her hands slid farther up, eventually slipping under his shirt to feel his chest and heart beat. His legs were buried under her soft tail and her legs pressed against the inside of his. Her warm, soft, rubbery udder pressed into his crotch. She eventually was laying on top of him, with her head curled beside his. Kyle ran out of interesting things to talk about and just started rambling but she didn't care- she just liked to listen to his voice. Because he had such a bad rest the night before, he fell asleep early this night, with Gossamer on top of him acting like a living blanket with all her fluff.
Kyle woke up frantically the next day to his alarm. He scrambled around to make himself look proper and run off to work. He could not afford to take more than one sick day, so he had no choice but to leave Gossamer behind. At work, his coworkers were a bit sour about him taking yesterday off and they subtly started to dump some of their work on him. He worked in a grocery store, but just in the back, taking inventory, labeling pallets and storing or unloading stock as needed. Thanks to his day off, he was assigned to the makeup inventory today- the worst department to keep stock, because the boxes were so small they fell over easily and the shelves were usually a horrid mess.
Kyle went to place a box and seen several piled up behind it that did not belong there and sighed. "I could clear half this shit off onto the floor and actually raise the organization level."
"Haha, do it!"
He nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the box in his hand as he looked up at Gossamer laying across the top shelf, several feet above him. "W-what the hell are you doing here!?"
Gossamer pouted. "I thought you would want some friendly company. Work sucks otherwise, right?"
He blushed. "But your an... well, part animal. And your naked!"
"You want me to wear clothes again? It doesn't work well with fur, but-"
"That's not the issue! If someone spots you, I am in trouble and you... I have no idea what will happen to you. They might take you to some lab to dissect!"
Gossamer felt a gentle pressure all over her body and groaned a bit. She slowly got up onto all fours and tried to sit up but her limbs suddenly started to shorten and restructure! Her fingers shortened and plumped up more as her hands stretched, leaving her thumbs behind to devolve as her hands turned into paws to match her feet! Her skull started to compress more, forcing her face to stretch out giving her a fully mink shaped head, though keeping her wide goat nose, long ears, and horns. While all this happened her skin kept tightening, compressing and forcing a gentle but persistent pressure through her entire body as she shrank! She shrank till she was as tall as Kyle even though her body was so long, and then she shrank to the size of a child, and then even further she shrank! Her limbs now no longer allowed her to stand up, so her udder was having a hard time clearing the ground under her- her teats dragged. She made several of her surprised high pitch bleats, but luckily her voice shrank with the rest of her so the sound did not carry far to alert anyone to them. When it finally stopped she looked like a fully feral version of herself- except she was tiny.
She tried to say something but could only make strange high reverberence sounds- she could not speak English in this form. Kyle put his hand up for her to climb on and she quickly jumped down into it and slithered around his arm and up his sleeve! He wanted her to be safe, which meant keeping her a secret, so her body adjusted; shrinking her down to a size where she is easily hidden, but still with him. Her body skittering around under his shirt wasn't too bad, her fur was so light and fluffy it only mildly tickled. What really distracted him now was the feeling of her udder- her limbs in this form were too short to let it clear the distance so everywhere she went she dragged her teats across his skin. Her body was only about as long as his hands if you include his fingers, and then her tail was basically the same distance- so her entire form was about from his fingertips to his elbow. That made her entire head about the size of a marble- and her udder about twice that. Whenever someone came near him she would skitter onto his back to hide from view, making sure no one seen the bulge under his top. Work was no less difficult, and Gossamer being there made him a bit nervous, but he was glad she was there still. Talking to her while he worked made it go a lot faster.
Everyone went to the lunch room to eat during break, but Kyle usually went to one of the offices in the back. Half because he was usually left with most of the stock counting so he worked while he ate, and half because no one talked to him on his breaks anyway, so he preferred the quiet. Since no one else went there- especially during the breaks, Gossamer quickly started to grow and jumped out of his sleeve before she got caught in his shirt. Her humanoid features returned as her size was restored and she curled up around him. He just wanted to relax- he forgot to make a lunch the night before and was too rushed in the morning to grab anything so he had nothing to eat anyway. Gossamer's clit hardened as her pussy started to plumpen up in arousal. She grinned a bit, knowing the only reason she would get aroused is if he wanted her to. He could do with a little stress relief and Gossamer knew just the trick.
Gossamer leaned onto him, pushing her padded hands up under his shirt again, pushing him back in the chair till it slid back against the wall and he just slipped out of it entire to join her on the floor. She grabbed him and laid back, pulling him down over her and pressed his face into her taught, bouncy udder. He grabbed either of her fat teats and squished them in his hands as he rolled his face in the soft crevice between her mammaries. He ran his own hands up her body, feeling her squirm a bit under his touch and softy coo in pleasure. Once his hands were braced high enough he drew himself up and she hooked a finger on his pants as he pulled himself up, sliding the pants down as he slid himself into her. She was quite tight, deliberately sized to just barely fit his cock alone in her- she was literally built for him after all. With each thrust her body rippled, moving in a wave up from her hip to her head. She kept her hands curled just under her mane by her chest like an overturned animal. He watched her cute black nostrils flare as her breathing increased and looked into her slightly crossed eyes as she watched him with a subtle smile on her glossy black lips. Her iris had changed again- they cooled off to a sapphire blue now. It seemed they alter their color depending on her mood- happy, pleasant emotions were blue, while aggressive emotions turned them ruby red. Purple was neutral. Gossamer curled her tail up under him pressing in on his butt from behind and warming his back with the soft fluff. Her bouncy udder made loud *plap* sounds as it bounced against his crotch and shuddered with every thrust- the fat teats flopping back and forth on the ends. She curled her long torso up while half her back was still flat against the ground as he reached climax. Gossamer tossed her arms over his shoulders and kissed him as he came into her hard. His living desires wrapped around his cock.
His eyes shot open wide as he heard someone coming down the hall! They quickly pulled apart and he scrambled to get his clothing back into place. He stood up and turned to Gossamer but she was already gone, or hidden. One of the supervisors came into the room to grab some business cards, glancing at Kyle with a raised brow. He seemed flustered and slightly out of breath, even though he was just sitting there. Assuming he was just being weird, she left without actually questioning things.
Kyle looked around after she left. "Gossamer?"
"Present!"
He followed her tiny voice to find her once again shrunken into her feral form, at his feet tucked under the table. She also had a huge round stomach that was dragging on the ground! She had to shrink suddenly to hide- but the cum in her did not shrink along with her, stretching her huge! It was so big she actually could not walk properly so he had to lift her up and placed her in his pocket for now. Kyle laughed at the absurdity of the situation. It would take some getting used to, but Kyle would live life much happier from then on, accompanied by his desires- his cute little Gossamer.
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A Koi Request
"Are you sure?" She asked shyly.
He thumbed through the book carefully. "I don't see why not. The
book is clear enough. I think I can manage."
She bit lightly into her lip, worrying. "I…"
"I can turn around, if that's going to bother you." He didn't wait for
her response, he just turned around and sat down cross legged on the
wooden platform.
She struggled a bit with her anxiety, wondering if this was really the
right choice. But the lure of the promise pulled at her. She had asked
him, after all. Slowly the blouse buttons came undone, the fabric
slipping off her soft shoulders. The bra followed, both it and the shirt
dropping to the deck with barely a whisper against the subtle burbling
of the pumps. Her skirt followed, along with a lacy pink pair of panties.
Her shoes already lay discarded, her socks neatly tucked into them just
beyond the gazebo that stood overlooking the small pond.
Barely a pool really. But the glitter in it of the golds, orange and white
fish that smoothly slipped along under the surface. She shivered a
little, not just from the light breeze, but also because she was afraid
that this was going to work. She both wanted and feared what would
come. He'd promised, but she'd never asked if he could undo the spell.
Already she could hear him chanting, the long slow syllables in a
language long since dead echoing around her.
What would she feel? Would she know? She slipped down to a
crouch, slowly lowering one foot, then the other into the water,
watching the ripples roll outward. The brightly colored fish, her
father's prized possessions, darted away. Maybe she would be more
to him now? She wasn't sure, but she loved the fish. So calm, so
peaceful. She envied their existence.
Chen's voice rose slowly, edging into her consciousness. She let
herself slide into the weave of the sound, her body almost swaying
with his cadence. She could feel her feet still stirring the water, but it
no longer felt cold. Her hands ran down her hips, feeling small shifts
in her skin, places where a sudden roughness formed, hard yet still
supple. It was too late to change her mind now. Already her legs were
fusing, her hips shifting, forcing her back into a leaning posture.
She tried not to look, just to feel. Her eyes closed as she felt things
inside her move and shift. The twisting that accompanied the merging
of her feet, and the slow spreading of her caudal fin.
A small tickle crossed her lips, and she reached up to feel the small
barbels that sprouted on either side of her mouth. She wondered if
they looked cute, but the thought drifted away, lost, as she felt her
fingers grow sticky. Stretching them only to feel her fingers pull
against each other as small bits of skin grew between each digit. Ah,
so that was part of it, she had wondered how she would swim.
The chanting was slowing now, and she could feel the mass that had
been her legs pressing over the edge of the dock uncomfortably. Her
tail tip barely submerged, swishing back and forth.
She opened her eyes even as she feared he might turn to see her. Her
breath becoming short. She gazed down, feeling the shift in her lungs
as they rose and fell, burning slightly. Only briefly did she ponder that
there, below her small pert breasts lay the shimmering tail, a beautiful
mix of gold and orange, with hints of black. It was stunning, but her
breath was burning now, and she slid herself into the water,
completely at ease in the shallow depths. The liquid refreshed her as
it cascaded across her new gills, letting her feel the freedom from
society. She slid back letting her powerful tail gyrate in the water,
holding her level with the surface.
She couldn't hear him now. She was all but underwater. Lifting her
head, she stared up at the surface, barely inches above her.
Realization dawned on her that the cloud of her hair had turned a fiery
orange, tipped with black.
Above the surface she could see his boots on the dock, his body a
shadow under the trees. She didn't want to be seen naked, and she
crossed her arms to hid her small breasts, only then rising to the
surface to meet his dark gaze.
She tried to talk, but no words came. Her voice lay lost without air.
But he seemed to understand all the same. She thanked him. He
nodded, solemnly, or perhaps sadly. He could see her beauty,
inhuman now though it was. Around her darted the prized fish that
she now mirrored in her own scaly form, save for that beautiful face
that beckoned from amidst the strands of hair.
He said nothing, and she asked for nothing. It was complete. Perhaps
now, her father would value her more than his precious koi. But
perhaps, she had lost something of value that she had never realized
she'd had.
She slid back under the water, a few bubbles showing where she sank
down into the deepest parts of the pool. With her gone Chen turned
and strode away. He never had the heart to tell her that her request
was permanent. He only wanted to give her whatever she wanted.
Even if it wasn't ever going to be him. Glancing back at the pool one
last time he wondered if he'd ever come back.
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Months passed, and with them, the old world. There was little left of Earth as it used to be, both literally and metaphorically, as not only was the planet itself upturned when it came to its natural processes, but the people living upon it had undergone a… transformation, so to speak. There were two groups, based entirely on whether or not they had met Woz or even heard of the Great Hungerer, the Ravenous God, the Bottomless Maw. Like the gods of eld, his presence was made known all through itself, as no actions were technically needed for him to spread his influence to all that lived and breathed. Merely by existing, he could subvert and corrupt… or, as his followers would put it, enlighten and exalt.
It was a matter of perspective, of course, where the former side was wrong, and the latter side correct; after all, who wouldn't want to be elevated next to their god, an actual god, one that provably existed and demonstrably blessed those who were faithful to him? Certainly not the entirety of the population of Europe and most of Asia, who gleefully gave themselves over to Woz as soon as the first effects of his presence made themselves known. It was a fortunate consequence of his having grown as massive as he had, as now his body was big enough to disrupt the cycles of the Earth on a planetary scale just by him being there; when one was so colossal that one covered the near-entirety of North America, along with practically everything from Mexico to Bolivia passing by the Gulf and the Caribbean, one was large enough to alter weather patterns and have one's power seep into the very land itself… though, to be fair, it was likely just a combination of the burping, pheromones, and whatever godly particles were emitted by a body as glorious as Woz's.
He couldn't so much be seen from orbit as he was in orbit; it was difficult to ignore the continent-sized mound of pudge and fat that had grown uncontrollably over the past few months, especially when their presence alone was enough to cause world governments to fall to pieces as their citizens left en masse to join with the Congregation of the Ever Gluttonous, as Delton's organization had taken to calling itself. Much as some states tried their best to offer better conditions to their people, there was just no competing with the gator, nor the Heaven that he promised; what were better roads and health services compared to an eternity of bliss and self-indulgence? How could any mortal pleasures possibly compare to what a god like Woz could provide with the barest amount of attention paid to the world around him?
Thus, step by step, person by person, supplicant by supplicant, he grew bigger, fatter, a larger and ever-greater conglomeration of fat rolls and flab fields, of blubber and pudge that grew forevermore and never ceased, until he took the planet itself for his throne. Granted, it was hard to tell just what Woz himself was thinking at that point; none had spoken to him in months, and even Delton, the one closest to the god, only occasionally received grunts or whispers that he had to do his best to decode. Woz was, ultimately, still gorging himself on countless tons of mass per day, and while he certainly could talk if he wanted to, doing so would mean spending time not eating, which wasn't an acceptable course of action in his mind.
No, he'd much rather just keep on devouring whatever was dumped into the black hole that was his mouth, and worry about the finer details never; just as long as his worshippers managed that, then he didn't have to worry about anything else. Nevertheless, given the warmth radiating from his form, the occasional giggling heard from on high, as well as the shockwaves coursing through his body whenever he had a particularly heavy mouthful go down, all those living on the gator just assumed that he was having the time of his life; how could he not, being a god and all?
Thus, none stopped to think of any path that wasn't "more", nor did they do anything at all beyond feed the gluttonous monster that Woz had become, until there was very little left of the continent he used to call home. The one change came on the tail end of this process, the First Step as it was called, when Delton actually did something for the first time in what felt like forever; rather than simply feed off of his god's residual energy, the man woke up properly and began issuing orders, seemingly taken by divine inspiration. Very few understood the full scope of what he was trying to accomplish, but as soon as the disparate pieces issued to disparate groups were put together, the Congregation came to realize what they had been ordered to build: a communicator.
The facility itself was gargantuan, easily bigger than most of the nutrient paste factories, and set directly next to the titanic maw of their god; once turned on, it would allow for direct communication with Woz, albeit limited in who actually got to speak with him. For only those educated in the deeper mysteries could so much as begin to scratch the surface of the deity's mind, which in practice meant Delton and a few of his chosen. Not that anyone minded; they'd spent months living perfectly fine atop Woz without any actual instructions, so even at its worst, installing a means of communication was a net positive.
Hence why, in the frigid lands of the northern Yukon, a small settlement was rocked one night by the appearance of an Emissary, one chosen by the Congregation to carry the Word of Woz to the furthest reaches of the world. In their hands, a device for direct Communion, that they may speak to their divinity directly rather than through second-hand interpretations. Hence why this particular emissary, a stoat-turned-gator who weighed in at a respectable couple dozen tons, was ordered to make the journey over to northernment reaches of the territory, on a direct mission from their god.
On paper, their job was to serve as advance warning that this would be one of the last settlements to be taken in the First Step, when Woz's body at long last covered the entirety of the North American continent and dipped into the frigid arctic waters further beyond. Off-record, however, the Emissary had been tasked with a goal far more important than merely advising the residents to finally get off their asses and join up with the rest of the Congregation, for there was someone very important living in that town, someone who had for too long resisted the call.
There, sitting at a bar, staring up at a tiny television mounted on a corner, was someone who was about as far-removed from their natural habitat as they could be; he'd been sent there nearly a year prior as a result of his actions, and in retrospect, it had perhaps been the best thing to have ever happened to him. It took Antoine a significant amount of time before he came to see it as such, especially since the first couple of months were mostly dedicated to him trying to survive in the cold, but after a short while, he came to understand that there was a reason he'd been sent there, and it wasn't because he had been bested by a "runt".
Looking back at what he'd done, the way he'd acted, the manner in which he treated others, he had to admit: he was kind of a dick. Not the fun kind of dick, who made snarky comments but ultimately had a heart of gold to be found by someone who wanted to look past the rough exterior, but just… a dick, pure and simple. And it took him being bested in what he thought was his "turf", then sent literally flying away as a result, for him to understand how wrong he was, and how terribly he'd acted towards everyone and everything around him back at the bayou. It was mostly for this reason that, when he saw the first news of Woz's ascension, his reaction was one of pity and disappointment: to him, this was what he would've become, had he not controlled himself the slightest bit; had he just been continuously fed by others, he too would have become a ravenous god, rather than a random gator taking up lumberjacking as a profession in the forests of Yukon.
Yet, the more he heard of it, the more he listened to the reports and to the handful of people who came back to the town to deliver the good news, the more he came to realize that his initial impressions were… half-right. Yes, he would have become just like Woz had he been given the chance, but the fact of the matter was that he would never get that chance to begin with. The only reason the "runt" was so big was because others were happy to feed them, something that never happened when he was back at the swamps; Antoine had to scrimp and scrape and intimidate for every bit of food he ate, and considering how much of it went down his gullet, that was a significant amount of effort expended just to stuff his gob. In sharp contrast, all Woz had to do was open his mouth and people gleefully threw as much food into it as they could, regardless of what the gator had done for them, or if they even knew him to begin with.
And thanks to this, Woz had become something akin to a god, fed purely through his gluttony, but fueled through his compassion, his love for others, and his willingness to extend the blessings he received to everyone around him. It was, ultimately, the biggest lesson that Antoine had to learn: that the reason why he'd lost weight was not because he'd come second in a two-person eating competition and was then burped to the Yukon, but that, at the end of the day, he had just been an unpleasant cunt to be around. Maybe, if he'd given the slightest shit about people other than him, they would've paid back in the same coin, and it would've been him on the news rather than Woz. Or, perhaps, he would've come to appreciate the simple pleasures of a life lived with loved ones all around, and settled for merely being the biggest dumbass in the bayou.
Hard to tell, given all things that had happened; for all that Antoine knew, he didn't even have the ability to grow that large. Thankfully, such questions would be answered, and in short order as well; the gator barely looked away from the screen when he heard and felt the heavy steps of the approaching Emissary. Indeed, when the colossus squeezed his way through the front door, loudly announcing that the settlement would be next on the First Step, and that any who wanted could leave with them to join with the great Woz… he sighed. Antoine sighed, slipped off from his chair, and then turned around to face the mountain of jiggling blubber that was that… thing, that transformed creature who was once not a gator, yet no longer had a choice in the matter. He faced them, clearing his throat, before at long last finally saying something after months of remaining silent by choice.
"I have business with your god," he declared, voice hoarse from lack of use, "and I wish to speak with him. Please, take me to him."
The Emissary smiled. The communicator he kept close to one of his ears buzzed, the heavenly tones of his deity reverberating through his skull.
"The Ever Gluttonous, too, wishes to speak with you," the corpulent giant replied, "come, child; let us go together, and see brilliance on the horizon. Your day hath come."
***
There was a plan… of sorts. It wasn't much at first, and it had plenty of gaps that couldn't really be filled without experimental technology that no one truly had, but with Delton's genius behind the proceedings, the Cult was optimistic about their prospects, even if production lines were slow to build and even slower to kick into gear. It was hard to get anything done when most of one's existence consisted of neverending bliss and a constant fattening that literally could not be stopped no matter how much anyone wanted it, forcing those involved in the project to take increasingly unorthodox paths to solve what would've once been perfectly mundane problems. Yet, at the same time, this was seen less as a hassle and more as further evidence that theirs was the correct choice, that their decision to live upon their god's frame was the one most likely to deliver them to their Heaven; after all, if it weren't, then people wouldn't be too busy slowly turning into ever-fatter balls of pudge to do any work, nor would they be so enamored by the notion of doing nothing while they bloated that they couldn't perform any of the delicate operations required to get the project into motion.
It fell to Delton and his direct assistants to get anything done… Delton and, of course, his new right-hand gator, Antoine. The meeting between the old, self-proclaimed leader of the bayou and the Ever Gluttonous was one that few were permitted to witness, and even fewer knew the significance of; even Delton, who up until that point had been the main point of contact between Woz and the world, was not allowed to actually listen to what was said. What was known was that, after all was said and done, Antoine, by that point big enough to overshadow a well-sized downtown distract, approached the head of the cult and whispered to him some choice words, and from there on, he stood at the man's side, ready to provide his expert opinion on whatever was necessary.
And thus the Ever Gluttonous grew ever fatter, with the gator god's girth approaching the shores of Europe and Africa, having all-but completely devoured the entirety of the Atlantic. By then, of course, there were few people left that could even think about the consequences of this; most population centers around the planet had relocated onto Woz, and those that hadn't were well on their way to preparing one final evacuation before leaving their homes forever. Rumours abounded that the priesthood was trying for something different, for a more permanent, or at least more long-term solution, but maddeningly few scraps of information were filtered down from on high.
The most that anyone knew was that it was called the "Big Move", and it involved finding Woz a source of food that would last for longer than the already abused Earth. One didn't become so fat as to cover multiple continents without thoroughly upending the entirety of the planet's natural processes, and the only reason why it was inhabitable at all was because Woz happened to be on it; soon enough, he would become so immense, so gargantuan, that the world would fail to keep him glued to its surface… though, by then, everyone and everything worth saving would've been given some space on him, turning him into a life-preserving Ark on which the whole of Earth's ecosystem could survive on nothing more than the gator god's presence alone.
And this, ultimately, was the crux of the issue when it came to the Big Move: the idea that Woz's source of power was, indeed, bottomless. In any other scenario, one would be content with knowing one broke the laws of physics in a way that would've made old world scientists bawl like babies, but when it came to Woz, even this wasn't enough. In truth, the growth had merely been a fortunate side-product of the real sacrament, that of mindless consumption: think not on the why you eat, only that you do eat! The move wasn't happening because they needed to get the gator god more fuel, but because it was, put simply, the right thing to do; in theory, the amount of power held within Woz should be enough to let him coast through most of eternity on that one colossal, year-long meal he'd been having, but that just wouldn't do.
For a god like him, for a god that a cult had taken to calling the Ever Gluttonous, to not be eating was a travesty, and to be satiated was a mythical state considered worse than death. Better to hunger than to be full, better to yearn than be satisfied, and it was for this precise reason that the Move was planned. Few were privy to the details, mostly since they involved high-end physics that even Delton was afraid of screwing around with, but the one certainty that everyone involved in the thinking had was that there was no method of propulsion that could get them where they wanted… apart from Woz himself.
The planet certainly wasn't going to move, and even if it did it wouldn't carry with it sufficient resources to be worth taking along for the ride. This left Woz and Woz alone, and the means through which to achieve motion in space were… difficult, to say the least. The answer itself was somewhat obvious; the problem was getting the maths to work out and for their calculations to not inevitably lead to errors powerful enough to make calculators want to bite the fingers off presumably startled researchers. In a way, Antoine's presence was a fantastic boon for the process, as he was the one person with extensive personal knowledge on how this particular trait of Woz's biology worked, even if he was reluctant to discuss the subject matter if it ever related directly to the root cause of it, or the long period of isolation and (semi-)self-imposed exile in the Yukon.
He alone knew what it was like to be propelled long distances via the gator god's burps, and he alone could tell Delton and his crew what the experience was like, in the hopes that they may draw the right conclusions from what were, essentially, a bunch of disparate anecdotes with no hard data to back them up. Not that anyone disbelieved him when he told the story, but the lack of measuring instruments made it hard to truly gauge what was needed for a burst of that magnitude, and all he did was get blown halfway across the continent, rather than the literal stellar distances that Delton was planning. For ultimately, they might as well go for the biggest target that wouldn't singe everyone contact, the one biggest source of mass in the entirety of the Solar System: Jupiter. In theory, it was a perfectly sound and rational decision: get Woz into Jupiter's orbit, then use the gas giant as a source of mass for the Ever Gluttonous.
With it being several times bigger than the Earth, there was no telling how long it would take for their god to go through the cosmic meal, and by the time he was finished, it was highly likely that his body would be so enormous as to encompass most of the rest of the system around him, thus making it quite simple to just relocate the mass conversion facilities to wherever was most convenient.
Getting to Jupiter, on the other hand, was the hard part; not only did they require a means of propulsion that could get Woz's non-insignificant frame off-planet, but one that could last all the way to their destination and still be usable to slow down in order to be caught by the gravity well properly. After weeks of deliberation, it was decided that the best chance they had was to rely on the gator's own belching: to force their god to burp one extremely loud and long time, and redirect the energy contained within it to get his body to move upwards and outwards towards Jupiter.
To that end, the solution was actually ingeniously simple: just stop feeding him. The moment food stopped pouring into Woz's gullet, he was certain to belch, given he'd spent over a year being pumped fuller and fuller at every second, and the longer he went without being able to alleviate any of that pressure, then, surely, the bigger the resulting burst would be. Quite fortuitously, the feeding schedule the gator had been under for most of his time as a god had prevented him from being able to burp, something Delton was quick to turn into official policy as soon as Antoine revealed to him some of the deeper mysteries that even the High Acolyte was not aware of. That much, however, was not all; sure, they had stumbled upon a perfect means of propulsion, but the cult still needed to actually aim, and to do so in a manner that would allow for near-perfect entry into Jupiter's orbit, all while taking into consideration slowdown periods and potential adjustments.
It was all quite complex really, as was finding astrophysicists and astronauts with direct experience in the subject matter that hadn't already succumbed to the overwhelming power of Woz's mere presence; in the end, most of the time was spent calculating the correct moment at which the pumps would be turned off, as well as devising a means to funnel the full power of the gator god's burp into one specific direction, rather than spread around wherever he opened his mouth. This was resolved with, quite literally, a funnel; it was a low-tech solution, and not the most dignified either, but Delton being who he was, a perfectly functional solution was a perfectly functional solution, with there being little need to improve upon form if it risked infringing upon function.
Thus, the full plan for the Big Move was slowly etched out into what would be its final, complete form: a large titanium funnel would be placed inside Woz's mouth when the planet he sat upon aligned him just right with the correct escape trajectory, and, upon reaching the precise moment that guaranteed maximum odds of a correct orbital path, the nutrient paste pumps would be turned off. If timed correctly, this would mean a very sudden and explosive release of a year's worth of pent-up belches, all of which would be directed towards the funnel and then expelled as a sort of improvised engine, lifting the gator off from the surface and directing him through space towards the destination of Jupiter.
Once up in space, it was as simple as managing the "exhaust" so that the living god-Ark wouldn't overshoot its intended end point, and once successfully captured by the gas giant's gravity well… well, it was just a case of getting the pumps ready to syphon countless tons' worth of gas for further reprocessing! It would be a feast of calamitous proportions, given how unpredictable the effects on the Solar System would be, but given that the endgame was to have Woz serve as a fully mobile "planet" upon which his congregation could reside, this seemed hardly worth thinking about.
In fact, Delton had already been drawing plans for how they could use the Sun as a fuel source, and was intending on using Jupiter as a test run to see how his hypotheses panned out; if he was vindicated, then he expected to be done with the local stellar system within ten years at the most, and from there, it was off to the next star to see how much mass could be obtained from it.
Beyond that… hard to tell. Perhaps they would just keep going until there was nothing left of the universe to consume, but the scales at which they would be operating were so immense as to make their very underlying notion a twisty mind screw…
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Of all the things to find in the hoard of a space pirate, she did not expect to find an upgrade to her suit that would lead her down that path.
Everything looked fine, at least at first; with Kraid defeated (again) and the marauders under his command sent flying (again), Samus believed she could rest easy knowing she had at least a few more days before something inevitably went wrong and forced her back into action. What was better still, the beast had been guarding a cache of high-grade tech, one that she fully intended to make good use of seeing as no one was technically watching.
She had expected the suit upgrade she found hidden among the rest of the hoard to be something akin to the ones she'd found and applied beforehand; something to enhance her mobility, perhaps, or maybe even endurance, a full-on flat upgrade if she was lucky. It would be entirely in character for Kraid to hold onto something like that, if for no other reason than to taunt her over the fact that she didn't, presumably in an attempt to draw out a confrontation. As always, however, the beast had overestimated his strength, and Samus thus stood there, staring at an upgrade for her suit that left her… confused.
It wasn't an accessory, or plating, or even a circuit board installed to unlock further functions. It was, instead, something that looked like a netting to be worn above her existing suit, a thin, transparent webbing that looked more like an archaic fishnet than anything else. It was definitely suit-compatible though, she could tell that much from her current equipment's scanning capabilities, which just begged the question of what that thing would do to her.
No better way to find out than to try it on; her suit was designed to keep her safe from danger anyway, so what was the worst that could happen? Even the most useless of upgrades had been helpful in one way or another, so surely something guarded by Kraid with half a battalion's worth of pirates should be worth something, unless the giant reptilian was even dumber than Samus assumed. Shrugging, she found an opening on the netting, threw it over herself, then let it settle down on her body.
She found that it adapted to her contours with near-supernatural ease; in fact, she barely noticed her arms slipping into the "sleeves" before the whole thing was on her, but there it was: every inch of her suit, from top to bottom, covered in the thin webbing, one that… clung, like glue. It didn't occur to her at first to try and pull it off, but once she did, Samus was left with the startling and somewhat worrying realisation that she actually couldn't take it off; whenever she attempted to pry off a small chunk, it stretched out like some form of hyper-resistant gunk, before snapping back into place the moment she let go of it.
Worse yet, it seemed to be melting into her suit! It was impossible, given that the damned thing wasn't absorbent, and its surface was definitely not being corroded, yet the webbing was apparently sinking into it, almost as if phasing through solid matter! Now panicking, all Samus could do was keep trying to pull it off of her, to less than satisfying results. It wouldn't take much longer before she felt the sting of it on her skin, but rather than the searing pain she expected, the young woman instead felt… comfy.
It was hard to put to words, but the sense of panic faded almost instantly after the first touch of the webbing, with the supernatural sense of comfort becoming more soothing the longer contact was allowed to go on. It felt like she'd just come out of the shower, a several hour long, incredibly warm and bubbly shower that she really didn't want to leave. It was enough to get her to drop down to the floor, though by the time she did, Samus came to understand just what the "upgrade" had done to her.
She landed just a moment or two before she "should" have, and rather than a hard plop, Samus instead fell onto what felt like a pair of very fluffy cushions, along with a loud thwap, almost like the sound of someone slapping a side of meat. This was followed by her whole body seeming to jiggle in tandem with the sound, a shockwave criss-crossing her from head to toe, leaving Samus to wonder just what had happened.
Only when she looked down did she see what had happened… or, more specifically, what had happened to her. It was hard to believe at first, but those two colossal cheeks she was sporting were definitely her ass and no one else's, the suit stretched over them in such a way that it almost looked and felt natural, as opposed to… well, whatever it was. Her brain didn't process what had happened, refusing to accept that was, indeed, her rump, but as Samus brought a hand to it, then two, then squished down on her soft and supple flesh, she couldn't deny it for much longer.
It wasn't even big by her standards, but outright gargantuan: each of her cheeks was easily big enough that it could compete with a whole beanbag, and the more she looked at them, the more Samus came to notice that they were growing still! Jutting out from her body at an awkward angle, those two colossal orbs looked almost like someone had slapped someone else's ass on her and called it a day… but give it a few more seconds and it wouldn't look so lopsided anymore as the sudden appearance of extra mass was mirrored in the rest of her lower body.
Now, it was less like someone had slapped a third person's ass on her, and more so that her entire upper body had been removed from her old lower half and plucked onto one belonging to a much larger, and definitely more well-endowed and curvaceous creature; her two slim and svelte thighs went full thunder as the fat deposits responsible for her ass seemingly multiplied and melted down into her legs, thickening her up so considerably that she had no choice but to fall back down!
Another loud slap, another set of rumbling shockwaves and jiggling coursing through her, and suddenly her entire body was swelling in every direction, fattening up so quickly that Samus barely had any time to register what was even happening anymore. She stared down at her belly, watching as it grew wider and rounder, not so much possessed of fat rolls as it did just become one enormous sphere. She looked at her bust, reaping the benefits of the sudden infusion of mass, as it billowed out from her suit and plopped unceremoniously onto her rotund gut. She looked at her arms, growing thicker and wider by the moment… and carrying a different texture as well.
The appearance of scales was certainly not something she had expected to see on her, but in that moment, Samus figured it made perfect sense: Kraid had been the one guarding that "upgrade", so of course it made perfect sense for it to turn out like this. Really, in her last moments of lucidity before the transformation fully took hold, Samus forced herself to look back into the cache, hoping to find something to give her an indication of what that thing was, only to come up empty apart from a small note next to the container:
"Save for future: after freedom is bought"
The implications of that were perhaps a bit too much to Samus to process at that point, hence why chose not to; the idea that Kraid might've been a slave to the pirates wasn't something she'd considered, and quite frankly, having to put every single one of their encounters into this fresh perspective was absolutely not worth her time. Besides, it wasn't as if she'd started anything; the reptilian beast had been the one to initiate every single time… though, to be fair, that descriptor could now very easily apply to herself as well.
She didn't want to admit it, but the way she was turning out was distressingly familiar, enough so that Kraid, were he still around and conscious, would likely start catcalling her the moment she stepped into the room. Or, well, waddled into the room; given how much fat was settling on her, Samus doubted whether she'd even be capable of walking normally anymore, or if she was doomed to constantly wobble from place to place, unable to really do anything with herself other than desperately try and not roll over from the sheer lack of balance.
Yet, simultaneously, there was certainly some allure to it all; looking down, the curves she was blessed with weren't all that bad, and she'd be lying if she said she'd never imagined herself a bit "fuller", as it were. Granted, never quite to the extent that her plump self was rounding itself out, but now that she saw what it looked like, it was hard to turn back and earnestly say she wanted to return to her previous state. And while there was still a significant part of herself that insisted she didn't want to remain as was, but rather take a step back to a middle ground of sorts, this chunk of her psyche grew increasingly smaller with every ounce of fat that settled on her, until it, too, became a minority.
How could it not, when she was so gloriously proportioned? Everything from her gargantuan rear, to the equally plump thighs and wide, motherly hips, turning up to a belly that slung out so far ahead of her that it nearly touched the ground and a pair of tits heavy enough that, were it not for her whole body growing to adapt to her new weight. She filled out the room as well, more quickly than was perhaps advisable, until her head bumped against the ceiling at around the same time as Samus felt her ass slamming against the ground, despite the fact that she was still standing. It was as if she were being made to take up all available space around her, which, while definitely worrying, didn't feel as such to Samus… or, at the very least, not as much as it should.
Perhaps there was a mental component to the "upgrade" transforming her, or maybe she'd always had those urges and had just been repressing them for most of her life; the fact was, the bigger she became, the less Samus felt that instinctive need to pull back and return to where she'd come from, that voice telling her that maybe it'd be a good idea to exercise some self-restraint and not allow herself to go fully off the deep end with whatever was happening. After all, she'd been affected by some unknown, goop-like substance that seemed capable of burrowing through her suit and making her burgeon outwards with apparently phantom mass; by all means, she should be terrified of the implications.
But… she wasn't. Quite the contrary, in fact, as the longer the transformation went on, the more accustomed to it Samus' brain seemed to grow. As the number of nerve connections approached a critical level and her mind was fully reformatted to deal with her new body, the notion of going back seemed almost ludicrous; growing accustomed to her new self, Samus honestly couldn't see her old form as belonging to her in any manner, but rather as a larval stage for this new, far more beautiful body the universe had gifted her, one that, while certainly more reptilian than she was used to, was far more… more.
Just more in the literal sense of the word. Not just bigger with more size, but more empowering, more powerful, more domineering, more everything, to the point where, when the structure around her began to groan and buckle under the strain of containing her, Samus didn't stop to think that maybe she should be moving before the whole thing collapsed on her. After all, Kraid was downstairs, so if she did break through the floor then at least the giant would soften her fall. What was important was living through the transformation and experiencing every moment of it as if it were the last ever in her life, squeezing every second for as much wonderful enjoyment and ecstatic bliss as she could.
She was becoming something greater. With every ounce of fat, every inch of curves, every jiggling motion and rippling of her girthy frame, she became something better; she had shed her old form and adopted a new one, and now, she was taking it to even greater heights. It wouldn't take much effort for her to reach Kraid's size, given how quickly she was growing, but she wouldn't stop there, either; as far as Samus was concerned, seeing as she'd defeated the reptile multiple times before, it only made sense that she should deliver one final indignity: usurping his place as one of the biggest of his species by turning around and outdoing him in the one category he had left.
For in upgrading herself, Samus had left humanity behind, though she didn't quite mind it. She once thought she would; if something were to happen and her sense of self were affected to such a degree, she once earnestly believed she would fight tooth and nail to hold onto what she perceived as being who she "was"; but now, given such a better form, it was hard to look back and say this was a good idea, as opposed to the delusional ramblings of an ignorant child who didn't know any better.
Look at her now: gloriously oversized, rotund to the point where she was more a collection of curves and spheres than anything else, pudgy and fat and full and so enormous that she could barely even more. Curvaceous enough to make anyone's knees weak and so immensely overstuffed that she was lucky her tits weren't already leaking, though they most definitely would in very short notice. So heavy that even the space station she was in could barely contain her any longer, the floor plating cracking and bending as her weight grew increasingly insurmountable. Soon enough, she would crash through, and then hopefully Kraid would keep her from ploughing through to space outside.
Even if she did though… who was saying she couldn't keep going? She still had her suit on, even if it wasn't obvious; it had merely melted into her skin, becoming a protective layer over the blubber below! Even if she broke containment, the vacuum of space would have no means of damaging her… which only left even more room for her to grow into. All the room. All of existence, there for her to take and swell and bloat into. The whole cosmos, given a new ruler.
All for herself.
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Getting themselves into shot was always the more complicated part of starting those streams, closely followed by all the prep work that went into making sure there was nothing for several yards around them that could potentially stand in the way should they accidentally undergo a growth spurt of some sort. It had happened enough times beforehand that Hiful had learned to expect the worst; the bun hadn't always been the absolute colossus that they were then, in… so many more ways than one. They recalled a point in time where they could actually use doors that were designed for more regular-sized hypers, even if with some difficulty, a time where they could actually see in front of themselves, rather than having to constantly swerve their head from side to side in order to avoid having their vision blocked by a dick that was constantly at full mast. Then again, it'd been good for business, seeing as everyone wanted a slice of the growth pie they'd baked for themselves; even if Hiful made sure to remind everyone at the start of each workout stream that their regimen was not designed to make people grow and most likely would not have any effect on the vast majority of those listening, that still didn't stop people from spreading word of the bun's bi-weekly broadcasts, with the number of concurrent viewers on their channel steadily rising until they regularly hit the five digits, inching close to six over the past couple of months.
Hiful couldn't honestly complain about it; the bigger they got, the more of an audience they had, which in turn motivated the bun to try even harder, thus leading to even more growth and a cycle that wouldn't ever be broken. The results were, after all, there for everyone to see: twelve feet tall, carrying a pair of tits that somehow managed to have more backboob on either side of them than the bun themself was broad at the shoulder (one hell of an achievement, that) while still jutting out a few feet in front of them, an ass so wide that it served as Hiful's personal couch, a pair of hyperactive cum factories of similar size, and finally, the pièce de résistance, a cock about as thick as their torso, longer than they were tall, and perpetually pouring with precum more powerful than the biggest of breeders' proper seed.
All in all, a perfect body for anyone that dreamed of a hyper aesthetic, and one that most of their viewers were more than happy to throw ridiculous quantities of money at in the hopes that the bun would reveal their secrets; after all, they were still clearly growing, as the older subscribers could attest to them having been significantly smaller back when they first started, so clearly there had to be something there, no matter how many times Hiful stated something to the contrary. The giant bun eventually learned to just let it go and accept that others wouldn't listen to them, focusing instead on getting their workout done and trying to be as entertaining as possible, which to be fair, wasn't exactly difficult with a body like theirs; honestly, at times it felt as if all they had to do was stand there and look big for everyone watching to collectively cream themselves, a suspicion that wasn't that far off from reality. That night, however, they were looking to do something different, something special: they were going to organize a growth drive!
Obviously, Hiful had no real control over when or how their body decided to grow, but they did have some degree of authority over the way that it did so; as long as they weren't sleeping, it was relatively easy to get their form to expand in a specific way, to bloat up any one part of themselves rather than another, and so the bun decided that, for once, they would try and weaponize that. Thus, the entire point of the drive was to set a size goal for their body, one that they'd try to reach over the course of the next few streams, as a sort of interactive lifestyle sort of thing: their viewers contributed funds, and they would grow in whatever specific way they wanted, even if that meant that they'd inevitably be turned into nothing but ass or tit. Still, it was a good idea… or at least that's what they assumed, given the sort of enthusiasm that their viewers clearly had on display once it was announced; little did Hiful know that no amount of prep work could've prepared them for what happened the moment they hit the Start Stream button and raised their hand to give their typical greeting, because they didn't even have time to move before the first growth spurt took place.
It threw them for a loop, catching the bun entirely off-guard and washing away the speech they had ready to kickstart the whole thing, with Hiful immediately focusing on trying to keep their sudden expansion as proportional as possible, lest they end up breaking through some part of their house because one of their assets decided to outgrow all the others combined. Nevertheless, Hiful was certain that things could be brought back under control… at least until the growth didn't peter out and stop within a minute or so after starting, like it usually did. Only then did the bun allow themselves to feel the slightest twinge of panic, even if they worked overtime to keep it contained immediately afterwards; this was fine, they thought to themselves, sometimes the growth bursts just… last a little while longer. Granted, they didn't normally go for two full minutes, and they'd never ran for a whole three, let alone the five that they suddenly found themselves in as if it'd only been two seconds, at which point whatever pretense the bun might've had that things were under control evaporated into the wind like the thin fiction that it was, leaving only a very worried, increasingly massive bun who suddenly realized they were no longer in control of their own body.
Meanwhile, their viewers could not have been happier, convinced as they were that this was all part of the plan and that the growth drive had already begun. A few even went so far as to openly hypothesize in chat that Hiful had somehow managed to connect their donation link to their body, and what they were seeing were the intended results being manifested in real time; this wasn't that far off from the truth, but neither Hiful themselves nor their subscribers would ever know what it was that was causing the growth to begin with… and neither would they care even if they did, because the bun's panic very rapidly gave way to a certain degree of enjoyment, at least after the constant barrage of pleasure flares shooting up their spine managed to overwhelm their voice of reason.
There was no point in concerning themselves with the well-being of the apartment, they could easily afford a new place with the sort of viewership they had! Best just focus on what was happening on the now, to appreciate the present and just let it happen, to love the growth and embrace how it seemed to be everlasting; perhaps, if they were lucky, it wouldn't end, leaving the bun to burgeon outwards and become more enormous than anything that ever existed, a thought that Hiful would like to think hadn't crossed their mind on a near-daily basis. Now that they were given an opening though… well, it was hard to resist the prospect, honestly, especially considering how their body really didn't seem like it was stopping.
The bun knew that they should be worried, knew that they should want it to stop, but as soon as their head banged against the ceiling and the donation ticker sound started to loop in on itself from the amount of money being thrown at their stream, whatever resistance to the idea might have been there very quickly washed away in the sea of endorphins that their brain had been flooded by. In that moment, all Hiful wanted was another hit of the happy juice, and if that meant they had to grow bigger, then they would grow bigger; no more wanting to corral the extra size to a specific body part, no more wishing for it not to go too far, they wanted more, even as their home began to crumble around them and the very structure it was built into started to quake, as each pressure wave from Hiful's size surges crashed into it from within. The floor was starting to give way, the ceiling had a thousand little specks of dust falling from it, and yet the one thing in the bun's mind was how much more empty space there was outside, how much room they had if they just… went a little bit further. If they just broke through the walls, the building itself and all of its surroundings, all while keeping the cameras on them of course, however that was supposed to go.
It was so easy though, almost too easy if they'd stopped to think about it for five seconds. Perhaps their body had always been meant to balloon outwards like that, and everything up to that moment had been nothing but a prelude, preparing them for what was to come, setting the stage where they'd eventually walk up onto and present themselves to the whole world. After all, Hiful's form was significantly more well-endowed than anyone else they'd ever met, and even most hypers around the world tended to stick to one or two aspects of their body being egregiously oversized, rather than literally everything.
But not them, certainly not the bun; they were massive all over, impossibly huge and imposing, capable of smothering anything and anyone if just given the time to grow big enough, and as long as the spurt kept going, they had all the time in the world. Words bubbled in their mind, yearning to be brought into the outside; they had to say something, had to explain just how good everything felt, if for no other reason than to release some of the ridiculous amounts of mental pressure they were feeling… but each time they attempted to put together a sentence, all Hiful succeeded at was moaning, grunting, or making otherwise undignified noises that only remotely hinted at the maelstrom roiling inside their head. So why not go simpler? Why strain their mind when they could get the message out to their fans with just a single word?
"Bigger…" they ended up mumbling, the bun's body big enough by that point that even them uttering these five letters under their breath was perfectly audible over the cacophony of sloshing, churning, and building crumbling, "Bigger!"
It was at once a command and a request, a desire and a necessity; Hiful was demanding more size out of the universe just as much as they were begging for it, even when they knew full well that, at the rate things were going, they were going to get all the mass they could ever want and more. With the apartment block collapsing all around them, there was a tiny part of the budding giant who wondered whether or not they should be worried about the stream, but even that side of themselves eventually had to admit that spending any time thinking about that was pointless; not only were they too big to interact with their rig, but surely the rest of the world would be better off being able to actually see them in person rather than on the other side of a screen. It served as a convenient excuse for them to want to grow even more, if such a thing was even needed, and before long the bun's shouts and groans were audible not just to their neighbors, but to everyone else on the street as well; when the whole building exploded in every direction, when Hiful emerged from their cocoon like the world's bustiest, most fat-balled butterfly, there was but one word left upon their lips:
"More!" they shouted, more to themselves and their own body than anyone else, "More! Don't stop, don't stop, never stop! Bigger, bigger, bigger!"
There was no negotiating with the bun anymore, not in the state that they were in; whatever phantom force had taken over their body had better give Hiful as much mass as possible, or else they'd just have it ripped from their hands by the bun's extreme, unsatisfiable hunger for ever-larger sizes. Not that the giant would have to worry too much about it, of course; their body had shown no signs of so much as slowing down, and even seemed to be expanding at a continuously faster rate whenever they bothered to pay attention! First it was their home, then the building it was in, and before they knew it, Hiful was knocking down other apartment blocks without even realizing it, be it by slamming their cock into and through them, knocking them over with a single tit whenever they swayed their torso from one side to another, or just outright flattening entire city blocks the longer they were allowed to carry on with their growth rampage. And yet, it was still...
"Not enough… n-not enough!" Hiful proclaimed, staring upwards at the sky as if addressing some unseen deity, "I want more, I n-need more!" - their words were punctuated by their own body obeying the demands, not that the bun could really pay attention anymore; every syllable came accompanied by a few dozen cup sizes, or maybe several extra feet of cock, or perhaps so much more bulk that they steadily became denser than most planets… but it still wasn't enough - "I need to b-be bigger… b-bigger, more! More!"
Once again Hiful commanded the universe to provide, and once again the universe replied in kind, injecting yet more mass into the nascent god. All that Hiful felt in those next few seconds was the ambient temperature around them plummeting, as their head and most of their body began to surge upwards towards the upper levels of the atmosphere; whole cloud layers went by, turned to wispy remnants by the sudden emergence of countless tons of muscle mass and pudgy fat, wind currents disrupted by a solid body that hadn't been there just moments prior. The ground itself quaked underneath the strain of holding up someone like Hiful, with each of their stumbling steps creating shockwaves that would be felt far wider than they could even be seen… quite a feat, considering they had just turned themselves into a fixture of the horizon for dozens of miles around. A good start, but still not enough; the bun's mental image of themselves had already been firmly set around the planetary level, and they weren't about to give up before they got there… and perhaps a bit more, just for good measure.
"G-God, don't… d-don't stop…" came the mumblings again, so strong even when just whispered that gale-force winds came rolling out of Hiful's mouth, "p-please don't ever stop!"
It wouldn't. Not then, not an hour from then, not ever, that much they were certain. They would continue to grow, forever and always, until their body wasn't so much planetary as capable of holding their entire system in the palm of a single hand, then everything around it, every star in the nearest constellations, the galaxy, its cluster, and… everything. The bun saw it in their mind's eyes, their body as it should be: immense, vast, incomprehensibly powerful and gifted with so much mass that its mere existence was enough to warp and bend spacetime to the point where past met future and present, only exacerbating the growth process, leading back to the very first time that they'd experience a burst of size.
They knew, in that moment, that they were their own cause, the hand that moved the first hand; they knew that, ultimately, they were inevitable, and that their very being was an inextricable feature of the very nature of reality… but that was for later, after they'd had the chance to satisfy their urges of seeing their homeworld shrink down and down until it stopped being significant; for the time being, Hiful knew what they had to do: squat slightly and then launch themselves into orbit, by that point nothing more than a small hop before they were in the vast emptiness of the cosmos.
They would've liked to say more things, but alas, even they couldn't produce sound in the vacuum of space. They still tried though: constant, unending screaming about how much more they needed, how they had to be "bigger forever", how their body was so puny and tiny and could use so much more. They kept saying it even after it became clear that a single one of their breasts was enough to rival the entire Earth, kept on going long past the point where the same could be said for a single nipple; in fact, Hiful only stopped when they managed to fully open their half-lidded eyes and spotted their former planet, so tiny and fragile, so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, floating there in front of their eyes.
It fit perfectly on top of their muzzle, unbelievably small, so much so that they had to exercise caution when trying to poke it, lest they end up piercing it from end to end, or outright smashing it apart. But, ultimately, there was what Hiful wanted to see: their homeworld, rendered so miniscule that they had trouble focusing their eyes on it, while their own body had only grown bigger, more powerful, more vast and massive… and the growth spurt still showed no signs of stopping, just like they knew it wouldn't. It would last forever, and they would last forever, in an unending, perfect moment stretched to infinity, as they grew onwards and outwards with a single word left on their lips:
"Bigger!"
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(F figure Inflation, Balloon TF)
Lindsay glanced around to see if anyone was looking and then flapped the collar of her shirt to fan her pert C cup mounds in the summer heat. She would rather not be here, but her sister insisted she come to help pad the numbers. It is Lindsay's nephew's birthday party, and since it is her sister's kid; here she is to feign being entertained. One of her sister's friends is acting as the entertainment right now- Bethany has a bag of magic tricks and is showing them off to the kids who have gathered in a half circle in the grass.
Lindsay was mostly just sipping on some punch while glancing around, trying to avoid eye contact. She isn't usually the social type and aside from her sister she doesn't really know anyone here. Her sister is the neat-and-clean type, always playing by the rules and always looking prim and proper; most of her friends were similar. Lindsay did not fit in in that regard. She wore her own band's band shirt, though the left sleeve was held on entirely by several safety pins. It is also at least two sizes too big for her, but having a loose top helped a lot with the heat. She normally went with short skirts too, but for a kid's birthday party she had the decency to wear the only skirt she has that actually covers her entire legs. Also at her sister's insistence she took out all her piercings and went with no makeup today.
Bored and quietly humming melodies; Lindsay occupied herself trying to think of some new tunes for the band, because the record company was pressuring their leader to get some new tracks out soon- if not an album at least a single so the fans knew they were still alive. At the party she looks more like the cool babysitter rather than one of the adults. What caught her attention however was a bit Bethany was doing for the kids- pretending to strike her thumb which then became massively swollen and red.
Lindsay narrowed her eyes at it, trying to see the optical illusion. Beth only pretend-hit herself, but her thumb is actually cartoonishly swollen. How the fuck? After her thumb returned to normal, one of the kids asked for a balloon- having been inspired by the swollen digit. Beth took out a regular balloon, but she took an inhumanly deep breath and her chest swelled to twice its size! She leaned forward and exhaled into the balloon, blowing it up entirely with a single breath to its limit and then it ruptured- bursting into seven smaller balloons that showered over the kids! Her chest returned to normal as soon as she exhaled again. This woman has the body of a cartoon character! No way. There is no way that is an illusion, she must have some sort of actual magic!
Lindsay looked down at her own C cups and could feel her face heating up. Once Bethany finished her show for the kids, Lindsay snuck her way over to the other woman immediately.
"Hey, Beth was it?"
"Oh yea, you are Marcy's sister right? I heard lots about you!"
Lindsay cocked her head. "... really?"
"Ye-eeeeehnnnno, but I am sure she would talk about you lots if I asked!"
"Right. Uhm... about your act-"
"Oh! You were watching too? I always wanted to be an entertainer, but it is hard making a legitimate career out of it, and if you are working a regular job then you don't have any time to practice it... so, glad I could finally put my skills to good use! Been just sitting on those tricks for years! I tried using them in the office once to cheer the place up, but the boss got upset when I sneezed confetti everywhere."
"At least it wasn't sparkles, that shit gets everywhere. But, I was interested in that uh... inflation trick. How... did you do that?"
Bethany blushed. "O-oh, that one. That one is uh... let's just say it can be used for other things too."
"Yea, that is kind of why I am asking."
"Ooooh. Well, it is an aspect swap, actually. Transformation spells can't be done on the fly without any sort of catalyst, and turning even a part of yourself inanimate would, well, kill you. It makes YOU inanimate. I would be missing a thumb and two sweater puppies right now. BUT, if you swap aspects instead, the 'real you' is basically stored in limbo, and returns when the spell is canceled exactly how it was before the swap. Because it isn't truly changing you, but rather swapping aspects with something else."
"Aspects of what?"
"A balloon, silly!"
"Is it... hard to do?"
"Nope- well... n-no. The spell itself is a bit complex, but I can put it on myself and then control how much or how little I want on the fly without any additional runes or casting or anything. It links with your willpower to control the degree once the link is made."
Lindsay blushed now. "I have always wanted better... curves. Could you show me the spell?"
"Oh, I can do better than that! I have the spell in the back of my van I parked out front! I can put the link on you and then you can just adjust it however you want, whenever."
The two of them made sure no one seen and slipped out of the party temporarily, going around front to all the parked vehicles.
Lindsay cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the old white van Beth drove. "Why does it say 'free candy' on the side of your van??"
"Oh- I got a lot of candy one Halloween but I don't really need it myself so I decided to give it out to the neighborhood kids! Turns out the paint I used to make that sign doesn't come off very easily, though."
"You... know that is super creepy, right?"
"What? What is creepy about candy?"
"... never mind."
Bethany activated the spell and directed it into Lindsay while at the same time cancelling the copy she had on herself. "I am super absent-minded, so I have to remind myself to take the spell off. There have been a few times where I just *fwoomp* like a half week later in the middle of work and realize- 'oops, spell is still on'."
Since the spell is controlled by will- controlling it is as easy as simply wanting control it. Beth just warned her that if she inflates a lot of her body it might be difficult to control- because the human mind is technically incapable of truly multi-tasking, so she can only have full control of one part at a time. But that shouldn't ever come into play with Lindsay anyway, because she only intends to use it to enhance her bust a bit. Trait sharing is sort of like folding space; part of something else is now also part of your body, but your body technically did not transform, it just swapped an aspect for something else while putting its own former aspects into 'magical storage'. That means it cannot have any lasting side effects, because her body is technically unaltered.
Of course; Lindsay thanked Beth but did not try to use her powers yet. Going back to a children's party with double-sized boobs would do more than raise eyebrows. Now though Lindsay was distracted plenty from the boring party with thoughts of what she will do later. She can make her boobs as big as she wants! Well... they had their limits, but the limit was well above what she would ever want anyway. Heck; she could make her tushy a bit rounder too if she wanted.
After the party Lindsay walked home real quick, her breasts practically tingling in anticipation and her nipples already erect from her dirty thoughts. She has a small appearance with her band tonight after dark, and she wants time to toy with this before then.
Lindsay looked at herself in the mirror with a giddy smile and looked at the curve of her breasts- barely visible in the loose fit band shirt. She leaned closer with her hands on the edge of the sink and concentrated- immediately feeling the results! She took a deep breath but unintentionally kept breathing in when her lungs were already full! She felt her breasts pull taut, tickling all the pleasure sensors in her skin and she could feel them growing! The sensation spread over a larger surface than it formerly even had for that to be possible. Her erect nipples slid against the fabric more and more as the fronts of her breasts pushed out into the shirt. Her C cups swelled into Ds, then DD, then E before she stopped! Unlike normally huge breasts- hers still held their shape perfectly fine in spite of the size increase. They felt heavier but actually it was just the weight being distributed further out from her center of gravity- their actual weight hasn't changed at all.
Lindsay tossed her shirt off and just tapped the clip on her bra and it popped itself open from pressure! She slapped the bottom of her titties to bounce them in her palms and then grabbed them. She was afraid borrowing aspects from a balloon would make them more balloon-like, but they still felt perfectly like boobies. If anything they sort of felt even meatier, and a tad bit more solid- likely from internal pressure shoving their mass outward. The skin was more taut from being rapidly stretched too. She spent almost a solid hour kneading her tits in the mirror, practically drooling on herself. They are so bouncy and FULL! Her bras did not fit anymore like this but she couldn't care less. Even if her shirts all fit and you could see her nipples through the fabric- who cares? Her job is to play music and entertain the crowd- bigger tits only demand even more attention.
With a smile and a nod she flipped her shirt back down and went to 'work' that night with a grin on her lips and a little extra bounce in her step... and shirt. Because her shirt is so baggy it was hard for anyone else to notice. Everyone seen something was off, but since breasts don't normally go up several cup sizes in a single day- everyone was just silently pondering if what they seen was real or just a trick of the light. Lindsay knew, and she loved it. The feeling of the weight tugging on her chest made her want to move around more; bounce them around for fun and to tease the audience, and that made her performance more energetic. She left the club that night from the back way with the rest of the band and broke off to head home herself. Lindsay had to reach up under her shirt and run the arm sleeve down her cleavage to collect the extra sweat from bouncing around in the club all night with her extra big boobs.
Once at home again she shimmied out of her skirt and just tossed it on her floor since the floor was already covered in clothes, wrappers, and empty cans. She flopped down on her back on the bed and giggled at the sensation of her breasts rolling around from the movement under her shirt- rubbing the nipples against the fabric. That was one thing she noted- her nipples are still erect. They do not seem to ever go down now, they must be slightly inflated too. Lindsay gawked at her own cleavage through her too-big collar which was almost properly fitting now; she is deep in thought. Balloons can inflate AND deflate. Maybe she can go a bit bigger? And then just deflate them back if it is too big.
Lindsay grinned wide as the gentle pressure and very soft, subtle automatic pleasure started to warm her bosom again. Her breasts firmed up a bit as the skin pulled tight from the growth and they swelled not just bigger but also rounder- starting to lose a bit of their teardrop shape. Normal breasts of this size absolutely could not hold that shape, their weight would make it impossible. Their weight did divide them in her laying position, but the shirt fabric did not allow them to fall far, and their weight is not enough to defy the tension of the fabric. Lindsay did not notice because her shirt is still on and her nipples are stuffed against it- but the edges of her areola started to soften a bit. The areola itself puffed up and started to project into a curve separate of the rest of the breast, but the formerly solid edges were being stretched giving them a tapered edge. She gasped as she stopped growing them- not even sure what bra size she was now... maybe there is no bra for this size. Her formerly loose top was now TIGHT! The bottom used to partially cover her crotch- now it only went as low as her ribs and was held so far off her body you could see the entire lower half of her boobs from under it! The shape of her swollen areola and big fat nipples was perfectly pressed into the front of the shirt- a line of fabric held furthest out from her caught between the nipple on either side.
Lindsay was breathless- she had held her breath while she inflated her breasts unconsciously even though that was completely unnecessary. The weight of her boobs still had not changed at all. She grabbed them aggressively from the sides and squished them together as hard as she could before rolling either one around, and gasping the nipples through the fabric and yanking them! She moaned and squirmed and it did not take long for one of her hands to slip under her panties and clap down on her plump, blushing labia to tend to her drooling pussy. Because her breasts were increasing in size with air- her nerve count did not multiply, but all existing nerves are stretched closer to the surface and made all the easier to play with. Her breasts were also much more bouncy than before! She made herself orgasm quickly with a yelp of pleasure and rolled over, squashing her boobs half-under her into the soft bed. In the afterglow of her climax she drifted into sleep without fixing the size of her bust- they felt too comfortable on her.
In Lindsay's sleep more fantasies played out, and caused her to moan softly and toss and turn quite a bit. She was on top of her blankets rather than under them and she still managed to knock most of them off the bed while she slept, while fanning her hair out across her pillows. When she woke up she gasped and grabbed her tits in shock- going from just starting to wake up to wide-awake almost instantly from shock! Lindsay remembered she forgot to shrink before going to sleep, and in her sleep she had grown still a bit larger! They had managed to pop out of her shirt which is scrunched up around her collar. Her areola were half-spheres of their own and her nipples were both longer and thicker than she had ever seen a human nipple be. Her breasts were also now entirely spherical, a shape only implants could pull off.
Lindsay shook her head in worry with her heart hammering and squeezed her breasts inward- then air erupted from her nose and mouth, escaping her body! Her breasts started to regress, gaining a subtle teardrop shape to them and settling down to more human proportions... though still very huge. She stopped when they looked about the size they were yesterday at the show... or slightly bigger. The larger the size the harder subtle changes become to spot, so she has no idea what the exact measurements are- she is just eyeballing it. She flopped her shirt back over it.
She had another show tonight, but it was late at night like usual. Lindsay could not keep her hands off herself for long. Every opportunity she had she idly grabbed onto her breasts to squish their bouncy flesh. She did a bit of lurking on the band page forum, grinning at all the people asking about her bust size because of last night's show. It might not be discussion on their music but any publicity is good publicity. Lindsay started to shift around in her computer chair- the thing is kind of old and the cushion on the seat isn't what it used to be; starting to hurt her butt.
She paused at that thought; another sly smile creeping across her face. What if her butt IS the cushion? She cooed softly and her eyes squinted in bliss as she felt the pressure enter her butt and upper thighs! Yes! Blow her butt up like a balloon! Of course; of the many things balloons are known for- being sturdy isn't one of them, so at first the effect was hard to notice outwardly because it was fighting her entire body weight. She felt the change as a subtle pleasure but nothing seemed to actually happen for a few seconds. Then slowly she started to raise up a little higher! Her rump became a bit meatier and rounder! Venus dimples appeared on her lower back as the flesh around it swelled up subtly. Her butt had been rather flat before- it was looking nice and round now! Then a proper bubble-butt!
She is wearing a knee-length skirt today but the fabric raises slightly above her knees now, pulled up by her increased size! Lindsay stands up and twirls around then bends over to look back at her new curves. Hell yea! She clapped a hand loudly onto either side of her rump and stood up straight suddenly from the feeling. Ooh... that felt... kind of good. Her butt never felt good to squeeze before. Her mind immediately drifted into the gutter and her hands wandered the globes of her butt. She parted the cheeks and pressed on her anus, humming in pleasure. Lindsay once again returned to bed- this time making use of a toy she kept hidden under it, and placing it in her enlarged butt while her hands worked her pussy!
At the show that night; Lindsay drew in plenty of cheers for her appearance alone. Even with her mid-length skirt her enhanced butt was noticeable easily. The rest of the band was a little discouraged that her appearance was getting as much cheering as the actual music- but their bass guitarist secretly wears breastforms so they aren't really ones to talk. Everyone thinks she has G cup melons- she is actually flat chested.
Lindsay was blowing kisses to some of the people in the audience and surprised herself that night between songs and had to dash to the bathroom real quick! She looked at her reflection and confirmed the feeling she felt just then- her lips now VERY plush and her black lipstick stretched thinner, causing a faint bit of her natural red lips to be seen through it! She unintentionally inflated her lips! Which is why she ran to the bathroom- she immediately took the ring out of her lower lip, now very afraid of hurting herself. Balloons and piercings do NOT mix. She also noted her breasts look a bit bigger than before- she may have inflated them a bit bigger unintentionally. Heh, maybe she is getting a little too into this. Oh well- aside from the brief panic attack there is no harm done. She ends up just keeping her enlarged lips the rest of the night- not like the audience minds.
On her walk home she could not stop smiling. Fuck she is so hot- the audience was drooling over her and she is drooling over herself- almost literally. Her pussy is so moist she would be dripping if her panties didn't catch it. In the dark laneways she cuts through to get to her apartment she could not help but fondle her big titties. Not like anyone was around this time of night in the lanes and it is almost pitch black anyway. She inflated her breasts a little bit further just so she could feel the growth against her hands. She could feel the curvature start to round out with the increase in size. Fuuuck that is so hot. She squeezed them inward, feeling the hot rubbery flesh billow up between her fingers as she kneads them below her shirt. A little bit bigger- fill that shirt out! Bigger- feel the shirt lift off and stretch away from her actual body. Lindsay was panting now and slowed her walking to lean her back against a wall. What is she doing this HERE for? In the cool darkness of night? But... it felt really good. The cool night air kissing the exposed bottoms of her tits, lifting the heat off them before sweat can start collecting in her cleavage again. Lindsay knows she should not do any of this out here, but no one is around... and... the fact she is outside is also thrilling her!
The fact someone COULD potentially see her made her heart race, and the increased blood flow from her pounding heart made her clit and nipples tingle! Goosebumps appeared across her tits as they inflated larger and larger! The fabric getting pushed up from lack of space, catching on the underside of her massive fat nipples for a moment before it popped free! Her shirt slingshot off her teats and flopped up onto her collar again, while her breasts heaved downward violently from the pressure release! Her nipples twacked back into place, jiggling aggressively for a moment.
Oh no; her impossibly enormous tits are exposed to the open night air! Oh no; she likes it! "Fuck! I am such a horny bitch for my own titties~ I hope no one finds me..." She whispered to herself. "I hope someone does. N-no not really haha... or..." She bit her lip.
She glanced around and tried to start moving toward home again, but made no attempt to pack her giant mams away again. It was like an optical illusion- her breasts looked big enough to anchor her to the ground permanently and render her immobile... she however can walk perfectly fine. If anything their weight is actually LESS than it is normally. They are inflated with not oxygen, but the dominant element contained in 'air'; nitrogen. Which is lighter than oxygen.
She hummed at the feeling of her skin stretching- she was inflating even bigger but just a tiny bit, veeerry slowly. She snapped out of it and grabbed her boobs from the sides again. No! She has to stop! She loves the feeling of growing larger, but at this point they are so round they are starting to obscure most of her vision! They do not droop at all like breasts are meant to, so their curve is much too high up. Lindsay sort of wishes her body would try to resist a little more, because she loves the feeling of growing, but it is so easy to grow that she makes herself an unreasonable size too quickly. She squeezed her breasts in, causing air to escape from her throat again, but not as much as she wanted. Her breasts were not shrinking down as quickly as she was trying to. Knowing the reason why made her blush bright red. It is controlled by will power... she needs to shrink, but she doesn't WANT to shrink- so of course it is having trouble losing the extra size.
"Oooh, come on girls, pack it up... shows over."
She shoved in hard on her breasts as if the physical interaction was influencing the size whatsoever- but instead it caused something else entirely! Feeling the skin pull taut made her moan in pleasure and her breasts did indeed shrink much faster and return almost to her original, unaltered size! But at the exact same time the air didn't leave her body- instead her upper thighs and ass ballooned VERY quickly! Like a cartoon character she just shoved her existing mass somewhere else in her body! Her pussy immediately soaked the front of her panties and clenched so hard you probably could have popped open a walnut between her labia. She now had an extreme pear shaped body, her hip and thighs so rotund they doubled the width of her torso! Either of her big round asscheeks are big enough to pin a person under!
Lindsay moaned loudly without meaning to and grabbed her butt cheeks now, kneading the flesh between her fingers. Oh no! They were inflating bigger, she likes the feeling too much! She thrust her hip back to mash her butt cheeks against the wall while she shoved down into them with her hands from above! Her heart started to pound harder on top of its rapid speed and almost hurt from a spike of panic when she realized something! She slipped her fingertips under the tightening waist of her skirt to feel the bare flesh and... she couldn't feel the pores. They were stretched flat, making her skin feel more like... rubber. Like the skin of a balloon! She glanced down around her side and immediately seen the difference- her skin color is a pale peach normally, but was a pastel pink on her butt! Wrong skin color- she is turning into a pink balloon!
The fear immediately allowed her to will herself to shrink, and the air erupted from her mouth and nose for a half minute, as her proportions returned to normal! Lindsay reverted to her completely unaltered state out of fear of what she was doing to herself. Yikes... she never thought about that. If she keeps taking aspects from a balloon, she will start to resemble one in other ways too. She almost inflated herself so massive that her skin started to turn to rubber!
She went to sleep pretty quickly that night but her dreams were still erotic and had her squirming around on the bed. Lindsay woke up an hour before noon- which is early for her- when she fell right off the side of her bed onto the floor... which is where most of her bedding was by then anyway. She woke up and immediately grabbed her boobs through her shirt in a panic, but settled down a bit when she seen them. The dream she was abruptly woken from; her breasts were so gigantically inflated that she was floating on the roof of her room, unable to touch down! Of course for that to work she would need to inflate with something considerably lighter- which she doesn't even when she is inflated. And she did indeed inflate herself while asleep again, but her breasts were around the G cup range, like her first deliberate inflation.
Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief. Well that is fine- this is what she wants for her new look, this size is where she should be. She should really get her butt back too though. She regressed all changes yesterday in a panic, but she does want a bubble butt back. Lindsay started to get up but only got onto her hands and knees and then arched her back, putting her butt into the air as she smiled and inflated herself again. The cleft of her butt deepening as the cheeks rounded bigger and bigger. Her panties stretching and sinking into her crack, getting overwhelmed with her flesh. She stopped herself- consciously reminding herself not to get TOO big. If anything can get a little oversized it would be her bust. But in that thought she let herself slip a moment and a brief pulse of growth entered them. She moaned and then let a tiny bit more in.
She let it in, in tiny pulses causing her to shiver from the sensation and all her skin return to goosebumps even though it was perfectly warm in her room. She reveled in the feeling of each pulse tickling her tissue from the inside out, shivering through her flesh like waves of gentle pleasure! Lindsay only did it in tiny bursts that were individually almost unnoticeable outwardly, but she sped up the intervals quickly and her resolve dissolved into nothingness! She moaned loudly and her will broke down entirely- her breasts slammed into the floor under her as they inflated tremendously! Her shirt was immediately yanked tight and stretched out. Her breasts filled the space between her and the floor, surpassing the length of her arms. The sides billowed out and shoved her arms out, causing her to collapse forward onto them, but they were inflating so quickly they shoved her torso up- holding her up on a mattress of her own tit flesh!
Her areola became even more gradually faded at the edges, but the coloration of all the skin on her mammaries also started to shift... to pastel pink. She could hear the sound of stretching tissue as her breasts lifted her up further and further- leaning her torso back more into a sitting position to make room for themselves! Her nipples did not get longer but did get a bit thicker, now looking like half-spheres. The quiet sounds of expanding tissue started to get louder- and rise in pitch... sounding more like stretching rubber! She snapped out of it and forced herself to stop, her face scrunched up in an expression that was almost disgust. She REALLY did not want to stop.
Her breasts are so pink they resemble a cow udder. The coloration of her nipple and areola is stretched so thin that it has almost turned to the same pink as the rest of the breast! The skin is very smooth, and feels so very rubbery! And THIN! Pushing in on it you can tell that most of the contents is air. She pushed in on her incredibly fat nipples and with a deep *thunk* sound they actually inverted entirely! In surprise she pulled her hand away and they immediately *thunked* back into their default position! Good lord, she has balloon tits!
Lindsay groaned as she sat up onto her knees, trying to will herself to deflate back to something that at least resembled human boobs. Sitting upright- they are so big and round that the bottoms are only four or so inches off the floor, and the tops are so high that all she can see is boob unless she tilts her head up so far that all she can see is roof. But their weight is completely absent- they weight basically nothing and she can toss them around easily. Since nitrogen is lighter than oxygen, it counterbalances the organic tissue she does still have and essentially creates a body of zero weight- they neither sink nor float.
She pushed in on them, trying to hug her arms around them the best she could- which was aided by the fact they mostly just contain air, so she can shove their surface inward quite far without causing any pain. She had to make sure she did not just blow up her ass again though into an ultra-peach. Like Bethany explained the other day- handling more than one body part is tricky though. She cannot fully concentrate on deflating AND actively thinking about not blowing her ass up even more, the best she can do is rapidly switch between the two thoughts. In bouncing between those two thoughts she unintentionally neglected the other possible options. She moaned and glanced around the side of her tits to see her stomach blowing up as her breasts compressed! Her conscious mind had been preoccupied so when her unconscious mind scanned quickly for where to ditch the air- instead of out of the body, it rapidly went through the other body parts it could end up in and stomach was the first on the list by random chance.
Stomach is directly connected through to the mouth though- so it should be easy to get rid of there... right? Lindsay arched back and took a deep breath, focusing on the feeling and her breasts rapidly shrank and her normal skin color faded back in as her stomach billowed out rapidly! She giggled at the thought that she looks pregnant. Her will power stuttered again though as her belly pushed up on the underside of her breasts. Mmm, the feeling of the two taut surfaces rubbing together... oh no! Both her breasts and belly started to inflate more!
"Nnnn-no! Control! I am not some blowup doll!"
Lindsay went to push in on her breasts and properly will the air out of her, but immediately noticed the pressure shift down to her stomach. Well that was odd. Now that the changes are on a wider area of her body she doesn't actually need to will the shift- she can literally just push the air from one part to the other without instigating any new changes. She smiled a bit nervously. That does mean she can sort-of feel the pleasure of being stretched without blowing herself up any bigger- because if she remains the same percentage of balloon but shoves more air into the area it won't be able to stretch easily and hit its pressure cap- tugging on all her pleasure receptors.
She is a bit too bouncy to be able to do that easily with her own arm strength though- so she walks over to the bed and shoves her stomach against one of the bed posts at the end of her bed. Then she puts her hands up on the top sides of her breasts. Lindsay shoved down into her tits, mashing them into her chest and her stomach ballooned forward but then she leaned further forward and the bed post squeezed into her gut, yanking its surface taut too! Her compressed stomach also put pressure on her pubic mound below. Lindsay let out a stuttered moan from the sensation and pushed even harder, shoving down rhythmically, massaging her insides with pressure in a way no normal human could. The pleasure caused her legs to become a bit weak however and she startled herself by slipping forward, ramming the bedpost against her harder than she intended- and the pressure erupted elsewhere!
Like one of those tube-balloons you would use to make a balloon animal out of; her clit erupted from the top of her pussy at nearly thirty times the size it is supposed to be, yanking the surface tissue immediately taut and shiny! Her vision went white, and she was surprised her neighbors didn't call the police because she absolutely screamed from the instantaneous white-hot pleasure that exploded through her. She slumped back off the end of the bed and to the floor in a twitching, shuddering mass of uncontrolled muscle spasms as her pussy jet out bursts of natural lube all over the floor. Her clit looked like a foot-long sausage that was packed a little too full of meat. The surface was already impossibly smooth like rubber, but the coloration was more magenta than pastel pink.
Lindsay did not move or even think for several minutes while her mind slowly faded back in from a complete sensory overload, then glanced nervously at her clit standing perfectly upright out of her pussy.
"Holy... shit." She tried to touch it but immediately shuddered from the lightest touch against the stretched semi-rubberized skin. "H-h-h-h-oly FUCK, fuck-damn-shit! Tha-haaat is s-s-s-o sensitive. Oh my... I never thought... I guess... it sort of inflates naturally too. Just... nowhere near this."
But if highschool biology taught her anything- which it didn't, but if it did- it would be that what you see of the clit is only the very tip of an organ that is actually rather large. There are two wing-like bulbs that branch from the glans of the clit that are completely unseen, below the surface. Their engorging is what causes the entire pussy to swell up and the labia to became extra projected and puffy when aroused. So what if she inflated the WHOLE clit? What if she inflated the labia too??
Rather than gain more mass, she pushed in on her stomach with both hands and shoved the air further down while using her will power to tell it where to go so it didn't end up in another random place on accident. Lindsay cooed in pleasure, and did not dare actually touch her pussy, because this time the pleasure from the swelling was not subtle. Her entire pubic mound became larger and puffier, and then it even felt as though she was being penetrated by something! The clitoris travels up a length of the vaginal passage- that is the portion of the passage that actually has detailed sensation; the rest does not. She is inflating the entire thing, so even the length along the passage is getting bigger which is shoving the wall of her vagina inward, but starting from the glans and working its way back in waves; so to her it feels like something sliding into her.
As Lindsay's stomach flattened back down to normal, solid skin her hands slid lower till her fingertips pressed into the growing curve of her pubic mound off from her body. Her clit shook in pulses from when it throbbed- its mass now too loose and light, causing its movements to be exaggerated. Her pussy inflating was louder than other body parts because it is also wet and composed of many layers- so lots of different parts to rub and slap together. Her entire groin swelled up, plumper and rounder, even lighter and more rubbery than it already is by default. Her pussy opening vanished in the swelling mound and deepened as the outer labia became titanically pillow-like. It almost made it look like her clit got shorter because the flesh around the base swelled further out, re-covering the bottom portion. It looked like a gigantic peach between her legs, and then a split peach as her inner labia also suddenly got its portion of the air and swelled up as well; parting the outer labia. The contrast between the magenta interior labia and peach exterior started to vanish as the bigger they became the more pastel pink they both became.
Projecting so far off from her the engorged sexual organ was the size of a small beach ball sitting between her legs! Lindsay could not stop prodding the base of it with her fingers and thrusting her hips, looking wide-eyed at her inflated pussy like a deer caught in headlights. She only shoved the air out of her stomach into it, so she still had to look down at her vulva through the valley of her own inflated cleavage. It drooled juice onto the floor under her, but as soon as the stretching sounds started to sound like rubber her nervousness returned and she stopped growing it. Because of how inflated the lips were it was hard to tell where her actual vaginal opening was- because the cleft through the middle looked outwardly just as deep as the gap between the inner and outer labia- so it kind of looked like she has three slits. It did not help that when they are inflated- they all look the same, and are the exact same color. Even her clit inflated still larger- its coloration turning to pastel pink to match the rest. It looked a bit darker at the base, but Lindsay's heart skipped a beat when she realized why. The coloration was the same the entire length- it looked darker at the base because her clit is so inflated that she can partially see light THROUGH it. The upper portion looked lighter because she was literally viewing a small amount of ambient light through the tissue.
She gently touched it and shivered, then slowly grabbed into the fat bloated labia and her body shook the more she gripped it. Lindsay was able to bring herself to orgasm after orgasm with almost no movement at all! All the pleasure nerves were stretched out, and pulled to the surface! Inflating them like this caused most of their mass to be nitrogen, which means all the organic mass is stretched into a thin layer across the very surface- so it was almost like being able to touch more of her pussy at once than would normally be possible. She did not even need to penetrate herself- but did anyway just to see what it was like. Her outer pussy is so blown up that it swallowed her arm up to the halfway point on her forearm before she even got to her vaginal opening. Her clit is swollen so wide that her hand can barely close its fingers around it- but it is too sensitive to actually masturbate; just gripping it is more than enough.
An hour, two, three, four... she kept telling herself just to cum once more to take the edge off, then kneaded her rubbery lips for so long in the afterglow that she worked herself up horny again, and again, and again. She even thrust it against the floor to get off once- since it projects so far off her body. Lindsay started to deflate her huge tits to her originally intended G cup proportions. She then started to deflate each individual part of her pussy even as she still pawed at it- trying to cut off her own procrastinating. Once it was normal again and the nerves were not all stretched paper thin her horniness went away easily. She was also exhausted at that point and passed out from masturbating herself like 21 times in a row.
Lindsay ended up sleeping in- and was woken up by an angry phonecall from the band leader asking where the fuck she is. She slept all day! Lindsay still made the show but both the band leader and the club owner wasn't pleased with her being late. On the up-side, she noticed a familiar face in the audience while they were playing; Bethany had come to see the show- and was making no effort to hide the fact she was watching Lindsay's inflated melons bouncing around in her shirt! As G cups they still have a good bit of weight to them and bounce energetically with every little movement. From her recent escapades her shirt is stretched even bigger than it already was- so her G cup boobs had plenty of room to play in.
After the show Bethany caught up with Lindsay and they walked back to her place. Beth asked her a lot of questions on what she has tried so far and how she is enjoying everything, but Lindsay only really told her a third of what all has actually happened- too embarrassed to give the full story. Bethany ended up following her halfway home to ask all her questions, so Lindsay just offered to have her over.
Beth twirled around her, walking twice as energetically. "You can do all sortsa stuff with the balloon aspect too! Leap over tall buildings- bounce off otherwise fatal impacts- refill a car tires without needing a pump!"
Lindsay thought about it for a moment, especially the impact one. "Oh yea, I never thought of that. If you can make your body more like rubber- something like a car crash wouldn't be able to hurt you, you'd just bend around the impact and then snap back into place again after. Rubber bones bend- not break." She nodded but then furrowed her brow. "How would you leap across a tall building though? Get someone to stretch your body out and then fire you over it like a rubber band? Haha."
"You'd be lighter weight. Run and jump then balloonify yourself after you have the momentum- with zero overall weight it would cause you to just keep going in whatever direction you were already going in, as if you were in space. You can also use it to stretch yourself bigger to reach higher places!"
Lindsay let her into the apartment- finally arriving with her in the dead of night. "Wait, so like... inflating your legs? Wouldn't that just make them wider?"
"No, it makes them longer too, just not as much. You can do a little inflation on your entire body and it will make you bigger overall."
"Really?!"
"Yea! Oooh- try it, try it!"
"Oh I don't know..."
"Try iiiiiit! It is like, one of the best changes, you HAVE to experience it at least once!"
Lindsay felt awkward doing it in front of Bethany, but did not want to be rude- Beth is the reason she has the ability to do it at all. She willed herself to inflate but rather than think of a specific body part she just thought of her pose- her overall figure. She felt an odd, gentle pressure deep inside herself, in places that cannot be touched directly, so she cannot identify what exactly they are. At first she looked herself over, willing more changes but not actually seeing any difference at first. Her thigh-high socks started to feel tighter, then her skirt, then her breasts rubbed on her loose shirt a bit more. She is getting bigger overall, just like Beth said. Tighter and tighter her clothes hugged her, and Beth kept motioning for her to keep going with a huge grin on her face.
Lindsay was almost a foot taller before she noticed she was starting to look pudgy now too. It was starting to become outwardly apparent that she is inflating, not truly growing. Her curves got curvier and the dip of her joints became rounder and softer. Her fingers started to look like plump sausages! Lindsay stopped the inflation for now, and Beth immediately dashed forward and nudged her hard! Lindsay stumbled a bit, teetered and then very slowly stumbled back several steps... in slow motion.
Beth giggled at the look on her face when Lindsay realized her body weight had drastically lowered! Her movements are slowed, including falling. She could remove both feet from the ground and have enough time to put them back before she hits the floor. She walks around the room and does little mini-hops like someone trying to walk on the surface of the moon. The movements of her arms feel weak too though. They are slower moving and lighter too, so her strength has less influence on the world around her- she would only be able to pick up half the weight she normally could. A balloon can't really push things around. It took her a bit to identify another difference- her thoughts. Her head was a tiny bit inflated too, which seems to have slowed her thoughts a bit. It literally made her a little bit air-headed.
Bethany clapped as she watched the chubby, light weight Lindsay move around, before clapping her hands onto either side of the woman's butt! "You should blow up your butt again too! No reason to hold back, if you got it- flaunt it!"
"W-woah, wait I... hmmmmnn..." It felt embarrassingly good to have Beth grab her ass aggressively like that.
She remembered the other night; it feeling good to squeeze her inflated ass. It was like that now, except it did not really look that inflated because she had ballooned her overall body. She chuckled a bit and blushed but decided to go for it anyway. Lindsay's hips widened slowly and her butt cheeks and thighs rounded out more and more! Lighter, softer, bouncier! So round and smooth! Her skirt was being forced down in the back exposing more and more ass crack unintentionally. Bethany certainly did not mind, rubbing the growing cheeks and plunged her face into the exposed crack!
"Woah!" Lindsay's entire body lurched forward- held still only by Beth's grip, unable to hold in place under her own power because of her lack of weight.
She bent over and her butt increased even more in size as she moaned softly. Her breathing sped up and she started to pant from the sensations- but she did not notice at first that her entire body was inflating a tiny bit as well, much slower. Because she gave her entire body a little bit of balloon... her breathing was causing some of the air to linger- inflating her with her own breath. Lindsay was too caught up in the blissful feelings to realize how big she was making herself and snapped out of it when she hear her tight skirt rip and fling off of her!
Her heart skipped a bit at the sight of her gigantic hips and ass. She went to pull away from the pleasure Beth was causing motorboating her giant ass- but could not. Lindsay's full legs wiggled under her to no effect- Bethany was holding her entire body up off the floor by a few inches with almost no effort! Lindsay's skin was looking so pink and so smooth! When Bethany ran her hands over the giant ass cheeks it sounded like someone petting a balloon. Her thighs were so massive there was two inches of compression where her stockings began on her lower legs!
Beth was panting at this point now too, in arousal. She spun Lindsay around mid-air and plunged her face down onto her crotch! "Mmph! S-s-so hot! You are so sexy, I have to have more~!"
Only with the force of Beth's face coming down onto her was Lindsay able to actually touch down on the floor! As soon as the floor braced under her, and her crotch shoved back into Beth's face; Lindsay immediately moaned loudly in pleasure and she unconsciously surged the inflation into her pussy again like before! The panties immediately snapped and her labia billowed up around Beth's face as the woman started to eat her out! Bethany squeezed Lindsay's thights into either side of her face, which REALLY pressurized the stockings and also caused Lindsay to speed up the inflation of her pussy unintentionally- because the pressure transferred up to her crotch from out of her legs.
Her breasts inflated in a short burst and filled her shirt, but then she hugged them tightly and stopped herself. She did that because her first thought was she needed to stop inflating her pussy, so she instead inflated her tits, but that also isn't what she meant to do. Mid-inflation; even a momentary fraction of a thought is enough to trigger something. She tried to tell Bethany to stop and squirm out of her grip, but she was breathless from the constant and growing pleasure and her body is so light and airy that her movements influence very little. There is no weight behind them and so there is no force either.
Beth popped her head out from the growing pussy to take a breath of air herself. She cupped the massively bloated labia and shoved inward, transferring the pressure into the clit and causing it to inflate out ahead of the rest! Lindsay shrieked in pleasure and kicked her legs frantically! Her entire body surged a bit bigger and for a moment she floated up off the floor and plopped slowly back down. Beth licked the giant fat clit and moved up a bit more, muttering about how sexy Lindsay is like this as if she were in a trance. She took a deep breath and kissed Lindsay's navel, blowing into it hard! Lindsay's stomach immediately started to balloon outward, rounding and filling! The pink blush from her crotch spreading up and corrupting more of her natural skin color! There is no actual opening in the navel obviously, so the breath Beth took is still trapped in her puffed out cheeks- but blowing against Lindsay created a pressure which triggered sensations and then thought in response; making Lindsay blow up her own stomach without meaning to!
Lindsay went to bend over and grab her stomach to try and stop it from growing or shove the air elsewhere at least for now, but could not bend far enough over! The upper curve of her stomach pressed into the lower curve of her giant boobs and there was not enough room to bend completely over- she could not reach her own stomach! Lindsay was almost hyperventilating now- breathing heavily from the nonstop pleasure and ever-intensifying sensations, but also a bit of panic now on top of that from going well beyond anything she intended to do! It was now that she realized her entire body was slowly inflating on top of the individual changes! When she breaths in only a third of the air at most exits her mouth when she exhales! But she could not slow her breathing with her heart hammering the way it was! She can't suffocate herself, but also every time she breathes in, it gets trapped and inflates her a bit more! Her stockings slid further down her legs as they inflated to be even more cone shaped- her toes blimping up into fat spheres of their own. When the pink coloration overtook the nails, the nails on her toes stretched into obscurity against the rest of the toe as if it were not there at all. Her stomach looked overdue with sextuplets and her pussy is so severely inflated off the lower curve that it was three times the size of Beth's entire head. Even her anus inflated, becoming a fat doughnut shaped ring between her gigantic butt cheeks!
Bethany climbed up onto Lindsay, bouncing a bit against her, off the floor. Her body was becoming so large she was turning into a human bouncy-castle! Beth wrapped her body around the huge dome of a belly, humping her wet pussy against the lower curve of the stomach, desperately horny. She reached up and grabbed Lindsay's breasts through the shirt though soon after. She squeezed aggressively and Lindsay shrieked again in sharp pleasure while practically gasping for breath- unintentionally causing her entire body to surge in size in small bursts. The air in her huge boobs was squeezed out from the grip, and shoved forward! The powerful pleasure and itchy tingling pressure together made it almost feel like someone had clamped her nipples to a car battery! Lindsay's areola exploded outward into three quarters of a sphere, off the front of her tits with the air her boobs used to contain! Her nipples became almost perfect spheres off the front of her areola as well, making her overall boobs look like a stack of progressively smaller bubbles... or like, a bottom-heavy snowman made of skin.
Because this caused her bust to project WAY further forward, it yanked the front of her shirt tight between the giant nipples immediately and tore the shirt in the middle! Lindsay inflated her breasts in a surge, half trying to equalize the pleasure to escape the white-out levels, and half to become too taut and round for Bethany to grip like she was; forcing her hands to let go. Of course she also realized too late that it just made her bigger overall as well. Her boobs inflated well beyond what the shirt could take, yanking tight on the sides at first, but then the tear already made in the front exploded out and blew the entire shirt off her completely! Her breasts lurched forward from the pressure release so quickly that they smacked Beth in the face, knocking her off onto the floor again, giggling like a psychopath from being tit-slapped. Each boob only rocked bath and forth in front of her- they did not sag or even sit down against her chest, they are almost perfectly round! Once Beth let go the areola and nipples were pulled wider against the overall form of the boob, flattening their curvature. Both breast and nipple were the same pastel pink now so there was no definition from one and the other.
Lindsay whimpered breathlessly, unable to stop breathing so rapidly in panic but doing so only made her bigger and panicked her more! She can only inhale now! When she attempts to exhale NOTHING comes out. Not only were her breasts sitting impossibly light on her chest, she realized her back is not even touching the floor. Only her butt and half her thighs are. Without anything to shove her down, she doesn't weight enough to actually sink to the floor on her own! Even her torso behind her breasts was inflating out, trying to equalize with her big tummy. Her pussy became more shallow as her internal organs also inflated, shoving outward with pressure which shortened her vagina as the bottom inflated outward toward the opening. Her pussy only grew larger, but it did not project as far out now- like the nipples on her breasts the curvature was being stretched out! Even the lips on her face felt inflated!
Gotta stop, but don't want to... can't want to! So good, so... impossibly good. Pleasure everywhere, all the time- it doesn't stop, doesn't let up! It felt depressing to deflate, and so exhilarating to inflate! So wonderful to get bigger and rounder, fuller, tighter! The stretching sounds are getting worse- and their pitch raises as it sounds like stretching tissue and more like stretching rubber! Pressure on her pussy, in her pussy, in her tits, belly- everywhere! Everywhere being shoved out, stretched and massaged all at once, all by the same shared pressure! Her mind being inflated with pleasure, more and more of an airhead!
Lindsay tried to reach for her boobs to rub them but her arms could not reach those either! Her fingers and arms were so inflated that they were difficult to bend at this point, and she is so light that her motor strength is almost entirely negated by her buoyancy. Beth seen her trying though, and immediately reached up and grabbed her nipples and pulled Lindsay's entire body upright by her tits, like it was nothing! Lindsay also went wide-eyed at another realization; Beth is a lot bigger than her now. She is both inflating and... shrinking? Oh no- she is shrinking because she is becoming even more like a balloon! A regular sized party balloon! Her entire body is pink!
She tried to shake her head but her neck was too thick to allow it, she only made her rubbery skin squeak. "Behanhy, hi... heeeh.... haheh ha- oh!" She tried desperately to say something to Beth, to tell her to stop but her voice was almost entirely gone! Her voice was both extremely quiet and so breathy that she could not even understand her own words!
Even moving her lips to try and speak made rubbery rubbing sounds, and her voice has degraded to sounding more like air escaping a balloon- though very little could escape her at this point. She has become in-only. When she breaths in her entire body wobbles a bit as the pressure shoves itself around in her. Every so often a limb or digit will pop and wobble as the curvature flattens and gets pulled even further out across her swelling body! Her boobs and belly are so massively inflated that she can partially see through them! Then her entire torso. Then her limbs are nothing more than wide bumps, crowned with tiny spheres that used to be her fingers and toes! Her pussy flattened out- the bottom of her womb now level with the opening from over inflation, so you could not even tell where her genitals even are- there is just two subtle strips of slightly projected rubber that are her labia, but they too are being stretched flat across her growing curve.
Bethany cannot stop smiling, rubbing Lindsay's body, massaging the rubber her skin is turning into, squeezing her and watching the rest of her billow out from the pressure shift, then let go and let her wobble back into shape! The tingle of pressure and pleasure was everywhere on Lindsay now, all the time, she could not escape it! Her massively inflated lips stuck in an O shape now, she could not even try to move them anymore. Her throat was like a wide cone- wider than the head it supported. Her hair started to fall out as her skin devolved into rubber and her head itself inflated! Her attempts at movement only caused her form to rock gently and the rubber to squeak. She is so small now that Bethany is holding her up in two hands!
More and more balloon! Rounder, fuller, tighter! Her facial features started to vanish into the curvature of her inflating head, which started to sink into her neck, which was sinking into her torso. Her limbs were just a soft curve, and then nothing at all. Then from her pinky up; her digits thunked in flat against the rest of her. Her enormous breasts were now nothing but soft extremely wide bumps, and they too were stretched around the curve of her spherical body! Her entire form now semi-transparent with pressure! She has no skin; Lindsay is entirely rubber! Her vision starts to fade to pink! Everything else looks pink now, but the same shade of pink, so she cannot tell one thing from another- everything just looks solid pink, she cannot see! She became a perfectly spherical balloon- there was not even a nozzle to inflate it or let air out, she is a completely uninterrupted, pastel pink sphere. She is very slightly lighter than air- so if you let her go she will start to rise very slowly.
Bethany paused squishing Lindsay's form this way and that, looking a little bit nervous. "S-s-s-sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you, hehe. Well, I guess technically you did this to you. I can turn you back- perfectly good again." She bit her lip and pressed the balloon into her cleavage and shivering from the feeling of its taut smooth surface against her flesh. "Later. I just... I... I am sorry! I can't help it!"
Bethany then shoved the balloon against her pussy and ground her wet pussy on the rubbery surface! Bethany has a balloon fetish- that is how she learned of this little parlor trick in the first place. She kept apologizing to Lindsay, even though Lindsay could not hear her. She can only feel at the moment- she cannot even think about what she feels till she is turned back. Time has no meaning to a balloon, and Beth uses that as justification as to why she will not turn her back right away. She gives the distinct impression of having already gone through this more than once before. How many of the balloons in that van of hers... are actually balloons?
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Toons from Space!
Jeremy
Jeremy was taken aback by the sight before him, a nearly seven foot tall cartoon lion with big breasts and a labcoat had called him "Big Brother" while a chocolate and mocha hued skunk with shiny skin pleasured her feline friend with a very, VERY long black tongue. He couldn't help but have inappropriate thoughts flicker through his mind.
The skunkette looked up at him and grinned. Jeremy could swear he could see her nipples growing erect beneath her top, and they were huge, equally as huge as her rather impressive bust. If the lion was Molly, did that mean the skunk was his girlfriend, Amanda?
"A-A-Amanda?" the human stuttered, not believing his eyes. The skunk grinned and nodded, not bothering to take her tongue from the lion's sex. He could barely take his eyes off of her, but he managed to pull his gaze away from the busty, oversexed beauty. She was almost a caricature of the ideal, sexy proportions. Just looking at Amanda made him almost painfully hard.
But Molly was... different. Her body was still shaped to be incredibly sexy, but she was also... huge, overwhelming, the very picture of power. But she didn't inspire fear as much as... affection. He just wanted to cuddle up against her, to wrap his arms around her, to have her hug him close and protect him.
His mind raced; wondering what happened and wanting to ask what had happened. His mouth barely seemed to work. He was completely dumbstruck. Looking around he could see their strange larger than life coloration spreading around the stables, it seemed to be oozing over his shoes.
Jeremy tried to speak, but only made a few confused sounds. He took a deep breath; there were so many questions on his mind, so he picked the one that was first and foremost within it. "I thought only male lions had manes?" he asked, completely baffled.
Molly blinked several times, and then let out a loud moan of pleasure. The black nub of her clit began to swell, and did so quite rapidly. There was a sound rather like the inflating of a balloon. But the growing cock was obscured by Amanda's muzzle as she took the whole thing into her mouth. Jeremy had only witnessed Amanda give one of her famous blowjobs from the angle of an observer once before, but with her enhanced tongue and her strange new form it was quite the sight to see. Something in Jeremy's mind clicked into place and he blushed, realizing that he was watching his girlfriend perform oral sex on his little sister. But that seemed to be... strangely arousing. It didn't seem quite as strange or gross as it would have the previous day.
There was a cool, slick sensation that seemed to be slowly creeping up Jeremy's legs like a slow motion shiver, or getting the goosebumps inch by inch. The more the sensation covered him, the more calm and relaxed he became and the more normal the situation felt. Amanda and Molly both looked like they were enjoying themselves immensely, and despite their intensely colored part-animal forms, they somehow looked... right like that. He wanted to join in on the fun, but he wasn't sure what exactly to do. The girls looked like they were having fun on their own without him.
Molly let out another moan, with a hint of a feline yowl to it. Amanda giggled and pulled away, running her lips down over the shaft from the side, rather than straight on, kissing and caressing at the same time.
Jeremy was more than a little stunned; his little sister easily put his endowment to shame, and she was still getting bigger. A pair of soft popping sounds accompanied the emergence of her balls, big and round and just absolutely perfect. Oddly Jeremy felt the urge to join his girlfriend in slurping on his little sister's prick. He'd never been interested in that sort of thing before. When Amanda had fun with other guys he usually preferred to sit back and watch. But this? For some reason this made his mouth water.
That weird feeling was up to his loins now, and through it his hard-on seemed to grow more and more insistent with each passing moment, it no longer felt uncomfortably constricted by his pants. Jeremy looked down to find that the jeans he'd hastily pulled on when he'd heard the odd noises outside had become... different. They were like the stable, like Amanda, like Molly, made into something else that was nonetheless the very core of what they were. Jeremy's jeans were pants, the material didn't really matter, only the bright blue color. They felt like latex, and they outlined his erection as if they were the very same material. His shirt was growing tighter as well, clinging to his body as if it had been painted on.
He gripped it and pulled it away from the bare skin beneath, and it did indeed behave as if it had been painted on, peeling away reluctantly from the skin underneath. He stared at his hands, his fingertips stained with flesh toned coloration, purely one color. The hue didn't change at all as he turned them, the light seeming to have no effect. The strange, cool, paint-like substance seemed to spread from wherever it was to wherever it wasn't. Jeremy poked an unaltered part of his arm with a fingertip and watched as the stuff began to spread, turning his skin that same shade.
It was without a doubt the weirdest thing he'd ever seen, aside from his girlfriend and sister being strange cartoon animals. He blinked several times, realizing what was happening. Somehow things were being altered to be more like a cartoon. It explained the coloration, the strange behavior of his clothes, the sound effects that accompanied Molly's not-so-little alteration in gender.
She had one gloved handpaw wrapped around her length, pumping rapidly, while Amanda licked and kissed and caressed and fondled the lioness' balls. Jeremy couldn't help but watch with rapt fascination, the sight was so sexy it seemed enough to stimulate him without a touch. He could swear he saw a translucent, pink mist upon the air, rising from the scene, forming into an almost imperceptible hand that had wrapped itself around his cock, jerking him off in unison to his sister's self-pleasure.
He could feel his hard-on continuing to grow, the weird latex of his pants devoting more and more of itself to cover his loins, the cuffs rising up over his ankles, halfway up his calves, until his member was the equal of his sister's. It was almost a mirror image, save that his own lacked the dark black coloration Molly's sported, that and the strange structure at the base that was almost bestial. It was a sheath.
Molly looked so sexy as a lioness, with her pale yellowish fur, her fiery red mane and hair, her cute tail, and those big, oversized toon paws. She was enjoying herself immensely, and Jeremy hadn't seen her like that in quite some time. He would do anything to make sure she stayed happy. The lioness let out a roar of pleasure as her new member reached its pleasurable tipping point. Jeremy felt his own climax washing over him, wonderful and pure and perfect, sheer physical bliss that seemed to overwhelm all the senses, reducing everything to one white hot moment of the greatest pleasure he'd ever known.
Molly's seed surged forth from her in powerful jets, splattering everything in her path with pure, thick whiteness, including Jeremy. A pair of eyes blinked behind a mask of his sister's seed. His own was prevented from making a mess, as the latex-like substance his pants were made of responded to the force, being pulled outward into a small... well... no, not so small, reservoir tip to hold the growing amount of Jeremy's cum. It felt like having a firehose between his legs. It just kept coming and coming, pouring out of him like a river. It was getting rapidly to be too much for his pants to contain, the bubble of seed grew, while the pants became shorts, which became short shorts, which became exaggerated Daisy Dukes, before pulling free from his cock entirely on the last blast, dropping onto the floor with a loud splortch.
Jeremy looked down at the cum-filled latex blob and chuckled. He licked his lips, enjoying the slight fruity flavor of what he found there. The warmth of Molly's cum seemed to seep into him, replacing the coolness of the cartoon paint that had crept over him.
Molly grinned at Jeremy, and he grinned back, no longer feeling so paralyzed by confusion and indecision. His two girls were having fun with each other, and they were loving every minute of it. It didn't matter what they looked like, or what they were doing. Jeremy was going to help them out no matter what.
The new toon took a step forward, staggering a bit clumsily. His shoes had grown larger, to accommodate his larger feet. He waved his arms around rapidly for balance, their contours lost as the rapid motion made them blur together, with accompanying sound effect, of course.
Jeremy's legs reformed quickly, becoming the same large, thick, leonine legs his sister sported. Her purred as he took a bouncy step forward on his new legs, enjoying the ticklish sensation as his hair grew longer, a mane appearing around his neck. He mmmed happily as he felt his body growing, becoming more muscular, more powerful and feline.
The embrace of the girls made Jeremy relax even further, to fully welcome what was happening to him. They belonged together. A lion had a pride, after all. So while most toons had one girlfriend Jeremy felt quite comfortable having two, or maybe branching out and getting a few more.
Amanda and Molly stroked him, caressed him, coaxing out further changes. His fur tickled as it grew in, darker than Molly's, and lacking her freckle spots. His mane and hair changed color, a paler green-blue in sharp contrast to Molly's red and Amanda's chocolate tones. Molly's kiss was electric, literally, as a few sparks shot off to the side from their interlocked muzzles. It felt so wonderful to be like this, so at ease with everything, no worries or cares, no weight on his mind or spirit besides having fun with his two lovers. He let out a soft growl, pushing back from Molly and Amanda, a grin on his face. He bent down, coaxing the skunkette from his member by gripping her ears. He gave her a kiss as well, lifting the shorter female up into the air.
"Mmm... I've shared you with guys and girls alike, Amanda, but I've always been too shy to give you what you wanted, to REALLY be shared." He stepped forward, sandwiching Amanda between the two powerful lions. He let out a soft cry as his cock brushed against his sister's.
"So I think it's only fair that the two of us share your cunny." He said with a fanged grin, lowering Amanda onto the twin members beneath her.
"Mmm. Amanda, you know what?" purred Molly.
Amanda merely grunted a reply, so stuffed with delightful manmeat as she was that she was too lust-stricken to form words.
"I think that was a firehose in my brother's pants after all..." she purred.
"And we're going to fill you up," added Jeremy.
"Just like you wanted," Molly finished.
Their cries of pleasure startled wildlife for miles around.
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Wrath of Serpentess: Pawstruck
Kevin chuckled at the computer screen as his favorite character executed one of her brand-new attacks. Through the intense customization that Sorcery.Net offered its players just about anything was possible if you knew how to do it. On the Shattered Shards RPG servers one could utilize their own character models, textures, animations and the like, just as long as certain standards were adhered to. With some understanding of the way damage was assigned based on area of effect, activation time, and the cool-down time for each attack, one could easily create the optimal attack chain.
On top of that, Kevin was interested in optimization of a completely different sort. He played on the general audience sever, rather than the adults only, anything goes, sex-crazed server. He wasn't interested in seeing people bludgeon baddies to death with their giant eight foot prehensile penises, or rolling over them with half-ton warrior-women whose cultural upbringing allowed them only to dine on solid blocks of lard. Any idiot could slap on a nude text and rub his toon raunchily against other players. It took real skill to be seductive, sexual, and skillful without being lewd, vulgar, or obvious. Kevin had taken his character's model from a Japanese Holo-Porn game and had run it through SorcNet's stylization filters. The rather busty catgirl he'd started with had been converted by the feature exaggeration system and a bit of an anime tinge into an over the top, porn starlet looking, golden-furred sex goddess.
Kevin had done a great deal of work on the textures and light maps. You couldn't have fur rendered with the same detail as the hairstyles the in-game avatars had; it would cause lag, and the servers had a limit on what would be allowed in these regards. Kevin took Pawstruck just about to the limit with the details that could be done. The combat dancer's platinum blonde hair was actually scaled down a bit. There was only so much detail and life-like movement that could be put into it before you had diminishing returns. Instead Kevin had used the extra 'hair' to simulate short fur on Pawstruck's ears and tail, as well as giving her a small, cute mane upon her chest and neck. The character was a class of Kevin's own design, primarily single-target melee-damage with some area of effect attacks, but Pawstruck's primary party role was providing healing and buffs, which were chained to all of her more entertaining attacks.
Each attack animation had been selected and altered to be cute and sexy without being overtly sexual. With the loincloth the golden furred tigress wore her repertoire of kicks almost always resulted in a bit of a panty shot; a glimpse of lily white amidst Pawstruck's red dragon scale clothing.
Pawstruck was the top-rated Team PvP participant on the server; she was distracting to friend and foe alike. Her buffs made sure that she'd always be credited with an assist, but her damage buffs were calculated so that most PvP built single-target attack chains would leave a little sliver of life, just enough for the damage over time bonuses that her equipment inflicted to deal the finishing touches. The quarter second damage ticks would be guaranteed to hit before even the quickest animating attack allowed could.
Pawstruck couldn't usually take out another PC on her own, unless she could attack from behind. For that Kevin used attacks that resulted in her moving around her foe at the same speed that the auto-focus would make the character turn towards an attacker, it was legal, but highly frowned upon.
Kevin laughed as his opponent sent him a PM complimenting Pawstruck's 'nice moves.' He'd added a couple of grapple and throw type moves, one of which involved the dancer leaping onto her foe's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck before falling back for the throw.
Pawstruck was a very amusing character to watch. Kevin had gotten almost all his best gear as donations from the twice weekly gladiatorial battles. Pawstruck had a special moveset for those, even more crowd pleasing than her typical combat moves.
His eyes darted to the small clock in the corner of the computer screen, and he let out a sigh. His roommate, Elana, should have been home a good 45 minutes ago, and she was the only one who could open their mailbox and thus retrieve the package that the shipping manifest online told him was there.
The package had to have arrived today, after all, the big event was tonight and shipping was guaranteed for Halloween, thus today, thus the package was there, thus Elana needed to get home and give him his costume.
The apartment was in her name and the name of Kevin's cousin Jane, who was celebrating her college graduation with a several-month trip to Europe. For the six months she was away Kevin had taken her spot in the apartment. His selling off of max-level characters and offering his power leveling services didn't make enough to afford a decent apartment all on his own. Well, not if he wanted to eat more than peanut butter and ramen noodles and have a halfway decent internet connection. He'd gotten a few grants to help with business expenses, which was how he managed to afford the costume in the first place. The ReNA people were making easy-use special effects outfits, like the kind that they used in movies for aliens and monsters and stuff. It wasn't the intense, permanent, nano-cosmetic reshaping stuff used to give people pointed ears, or to make your eyes naturally cat-like, or to permanent make your hair neon blue, but that was a good thing. Maybe.
Kevin's costume was going to be used for a few hours at the party, and then a few hours with a professional photographer to use for promotional purposes on his website, with logos and banners and stuff. He was hoping he could convince Elana to come along, her own costume would fit right in alongside his own.
The ReNA outfit Kevin had purchased was halfway between Conan the Barbarian and Pawstruck. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who would be dressing up as a girl with the ReNA outfit, even if the system had recommended going with the catgirl since with his small build it would be cheaper to use the default amount of nano-matter to add on a few curves, a tail, ears, and breasts rather than filling his five and a half foot, 98 pound weakling frame up to the strapping cat-warrior proportions with massive muscles that he'd wanted. In fact he had to scam ReNA out of a discount in order to get his costume to fall within the amount his most recent grant would allow for advertising expenses. Elana had wanted one as well, and the company was offering couples a discount. Apparently programming them in tandem was a lot less labor intensive than programming two individually, and thus it had dropped the cost by a good hundred dollars.
It was still more than a decent laptop cost, and Kevin had a hard time justifying it, until he found that he could enroll in the beta testing program and get another 200 knocked off of each suit, though he hadn't told Elena that and pocketed the difference.
After the testing Kevin was supposed to go in to test a permanent ReNA version of the bulking up nanotech program, which was supposed to pay big bucks as well. Hopefully if everything went according to plan Kevin would no longer look like the alpha nerd that he had always been, and he'd have a foot in the door with ReNA as a beta tester. Having one alteration (entirely reversible) every three to six months wouldn't be a problem, unless it was something weird, and probably not even then.
No one would know Kevin on sight, after all, except for a few close friends. Mostly he chatted online. His guildmate Dan had managed to get him an invite to the Cavendish party, which was going to be the biggest gathering in town of the rich teens and twenty-somethings. With his awesomely handsome feline warrior persona, Kevin was quite sure he was going to get laid at the party. After all, he'd taken care to provide the same amount of detail for the suit that he'd used to make his Pawstruck model. He'd actually contemplated getting the character done up as his costume instead, but it was bad enough being hit on by guys online, and he wasn't exactly sure how far the 'natural and reversible mental modifications' used to give the costume's wearer the proper movements and personality of the character would go. He was counting on the suit's program to be able to overcome his natural shyness and awkwardness in large groups. But if the suits were as good as they reviewed as it ought to be just as good as Kevin had dreamed for a good three months.
The nerdy Kevin heard the loud slam and the interesting sound of the doorstop spring wobbling from side to side after the impact, the door was heavy and the latch was stuck and thus needed a good thwack to open, and it made an especially loud noise when someone rammed into it going backward with a large box in their hands.
Kevin grinned and signed off his Sorcery.Net account, he wanted to make sure all the bugs were ironed out of the suit before the party, and maybe even trying out a few of the more interesting mods he saw online. With the beta testing program, the testers were encouraged to experiment all they liked with the suits. Unlike the normal models, these wouldn't automatically shut off after 24 hours. They were licensed for a week of testing, and you could go on ReNA's website and renew them for as long as you wanted.
"Awesome! My costume came!" Kevin said with a grin as he pulled the knife he'd gotten from a local renn-faire from his belt. He bought a lot of stuff online, and the thing was useful for opening boxes and clamshell packaging.
"Thank you for purchasing a ReNA costume kit!" said a small device from inside the box. It was a simple, biodegradable piece of hardware that could give its message two or three times, and then release enzymes that started breaking it down. Not wanting Elena to hear about the beta thing, and thus demand her $200 back, Kevin scooped up the device, opened the closet containing the trash can, and dropped the chatterbox inside.
Before Elena had the chance to react, Kevin reached into the box, pushing aside his roommate's black costume, instead snatching up his own orange colored bundle, as well as the six canisters of nanomatter beneath it. He wasn't sure how many to use, and since nanometer could easily be molded and reshaped by the suit he'd figured he should get too much, rather than too little.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin bragged triumphantly, a smirk on his face. He didn't know where Elena was going, but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to rub shoulders with all the rich babes that were going to have ReNA turn up their sexiness to 11.
Kevin carried the heavy burden to the living room, dropping the nano-matter canisters, which were like tennis ball tubes that felt like they were filled with iron shot, on the couch. He quickly began stripping, as the suit was supposed to be worn beneath clothing, though it could seep its way through if it needed to.
Though it might've been leftovers from playing as Pawstruck, Kevin found himself half hard as he unfolded the golden orange and black stripped suit. The slick nano-fabric was cool and slick against his skin as he pulled it on, first slipping his feet down the legs, into the suit's own feet. For the moment they looked rather like boots on the end of a set of fishing waders, but Kevin was sure they'd tighten up once everything was secured. Elena's outfit was pretty much just a covering; she'd gone with the thing primarily for looks. Kevin was in it for the experience, and had added the extra ten bucks to get the full sensation for the suit. It was a deeper tie in to his nervous system, but it was completely safe and would be worth it. Especially when he found a hottie to seduce at the Cavendish party. He wanted every little bit of him to feel as real as possible, both to him and any potential lovers he might encounter. So soft, sleek, sexy fur was in order, to provide a wonderfully comfortable coating for the party sluts to snuggle up against, as well as for Kevin to enjoy while they petted him. Potentially.
He was almost achingly hard by the time he'd gotten his arms in the sleeves and the hood pulled up. He'd been looking forward to tonight for so long, and the elusive prize of sexual intercourse would soon be within his grasp. He let out a chuckle as he pressed the activator tab, ready and eager to start his transformation into the cat-creature of his dreams.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he was quickly going to learn that they were his wet dreams.
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"Greetings, User," the suit said in a pleasant female voice, somehow bypassing Kevin;s ears and speaking to him directly in the mind, "I am ReNA Prototype Command HAV-Feline, currently connecting to Wi-Fi to obtain the latest beta operators from ReNA.com, one moment please."
The young man felt a bit antsy, wanting to get the suit up and running as soon as possible. But he was well aware of the benefits of having his hardware fully up to date and operating at peak efficiency.
"Apologies for the wait, it will be several minutes before the patches are fully up and operational, though in the mean time we can begin activation on the suit's primary physical structure, which has not been updated. Would this be preferable?" the cool, calm, ever so slightly robotic female voice asked. The voice sounded kind of like the evil computer villain from Kevin's favorite first-person shooter, except with all the crazy sucked out and replaced with sexy.
"Uh... sure." Kevin said with a shrug, letting out a small gasp as he felt the nanomatter going to work.
"Also, the beta modification for permanent enhancement has been cleared for product testing. Would you like this installed as well?"
Kevin grinned, "Fuck yeah! That'll give you a better base to work with, so with the suit fully active it'll make me even bigger and more muscular, right?"
"Correct!" replied the suit, "The Command HAV protocols have been downloaded, and are being installed to your suit as part of the beta testing. Unlike a standard ReNA suit, myself and Serpentess are able to utilize latent networking functions to exert some control over other ReNA suits. Would you like..."
"Sure, just do whatever is needed for full operation for the beta testing." Kevin said, interrupting. He moaned a bit as he felt himself altering, a warm tingle suffusing his body.
"There are several additional mods that I am able to beta test. ReNA is offering one hundred dollars compensation for the use and full testing of each. Would you..."
"For three hundred bucks? Sure! I'll do anything!" The beta testing just about covered the cost of his own suit.
"Suit Serpentess is about to initiate nanomatter formation, would you like to have your partner engage in the beta for these modules as well for additional compensation?" the suit's computer said, sounding almost amused.
"Hell yeah!" Kevin said excitedly.
"Compensation will be delivered as a chargeback on your credit card or as..."
"That's good," the grinning young man in the orange-gold latex suit said quickly, "a chargeback would be just great."
Damn, that covered the cost of Kevin's suit entirely, and most of Elena's. In fact, with the two hundred bucks he'd scammed her out of, he came out even.
"Patches and modules fully applied to myself and Serpentess. Activating beta modules..."
There was a strange sensation spreading though Kevin's mind, memories, thoughts, emotions, and desires looked over too fast to process. It was quite a rush, filling him with an adrenaline spike. His body gave off a few soft pops, the body boosting procedure adding to his height. Kevin could feel the muscles being artificially stimulated as the nanites built onto them. He wished there was a mirror in his computing lair so he could see what he looked like.
But comparing himself to the back of the couch, he had grown at least three or four inches, as it was no longer even with his waist.
"Thirty three percent of the primary physique boost is complete. Utilizing a proprietary process of converting nanomatter into bio-identical tissue, you will naturally reach approximately half the height adjustment you requested for your costume. Please open the first canister of nanomatter so that we can continue."
"S-sure!" Kevin said, feeling giddy. He placed a hand on the metal container, the slick orange fabric of the suit oozed off of his fingers and onto the cap, activating the plug of 'guardian' nanites that would assure tamper prevention. The nanomatter was a sort of fluid, a suspension of the nanites in some sort of inorganic formula they could use to build things. Typically artificial muscles and tissue and the like, typically it was only about half as good as the real stuff.
"Beta module: Mindscan complete. Testing criteria one of two met. Beta module: Computer Mindlink activating, computer network access requires password, password retrieved from Mindscan results, activating... processing..."
It was incredible; Kevin could FEEL the inside of his computer, accessing everything at the blink of an eye. In moments he read over the entire collection of Pawstruck fiction he'd written, the erotic comics he'd had commissioned, and each and every pin up and porn pic that had been done of her.
There were other things, but nothing managed to stir quite the emotional response from him. Having the thought of his favorite creation in all her glory, implanted directly into his mind made him horny as hell. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing, and nano-enlarged, erection and began stroking himself slowly.
"Beta module: Subconscious desires and fantasy fulfillment activated. Applying... creating interface personality kit and communications array..." the suit's computer said in its cold voice.
"Personality interface complete, activating..." the voice seemed to change, becoming more excitable, happy, bouncy, and pleasant.
"Hello, Master," the suit purred, "I'm Pawstruck, and I'll be taking the place of boring ol' HAV-X while you're wearing me."
Kevin gasped his eyes wide. The voice was just how he'd imaged his creation to sound. He felt a caress upon his chest, like fingertips brushing over his growing muscles, in his mind there was an image of the seductive feline behind him, her fingertips mirroring the sensations he felt upon his chest.
"Mmm... now let me be a good girl and take care of this." She purred, her delicate, padded hand nudging Kevin's aside and wrapping around his member, "My master should not have to do this one his or her own, you know."
He groaned softly as Pawstruck continued, peppering his neck with kisses, "Well, you know what? I've went and made a couple mod profiles for you, since with me going to work making you all sexy and studly underneath me and having a bigger base to build on, as well as the results from the other three beta modules we've installed. So one of them is as close to the original layout as I can go, one is that form mixed with some attributes that I just know you'll love..."
Kevin got an image of being nearly seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall, with Pawstruck on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his fourteen inch cock.
"And there's one that I've put together to make all your wildest dreams come true, you and me, together, as long as you're wearing me. All of them have, pretty much, the things you wanted for your behavior mods, so..." the catgirl's lips pressed softly against his own. "What do you want to be?"
Kevin moaned with delight, his dream girl as good at teasing him and making him feel incredible, just as he'd written her. The lovely little submissive, snuggly, sex-hungry catgirl whore of his dreams. "W-wildest dreams?" he whispered.
"Oh yeah, those wonderful, dark, demented little thoughts and ideas that make you rock hard and messy in your dreams, the ones that leave you more fulfilled than any fapping during your conscious hours, the ones juuuuust beyond the fog of your mind that you can never remember, only knowing that they were the greatest thing ever and that you want to go back to them every night, all night, if you could. Exploring the land of your dreams as this idealized being..." Pawstruck purred, "I can make you that individual."
"Y-yes, please, yes..." Kevin moaned, collapsing on the couch as his knees grew weak with pleasure. "Do whatever it takes, install any mods, any behavior alterations, anything... just let me live those wonderful dreams."
"I'd love to." Pawstruck purred, her mental image moving to be astride Kevin, rather than behind him. He could see himself from a third person perspective, maybe a foot taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier. Kevin didn't look quite as Conan-esque as he'd wanted, but there were still another five canisters of nanomatter to use to get things just right.
Pawstruck lowered herself down onto him, her bluntly clawed fingertips tracing over his biceps, making stripes appear upon the orange suit, which began to grow tighter, finally activating fully to make itself look like a part of Kevin, rather than something he was wearing. It flowed over his face and hair, adding to his tigerish looks, giving him the platinum blonde hair he'd wanted with the outfit. Essentially being Pawstruck's male equivalent in the fantasy genre, a big and powerful tiger barbarian, rather than a lithe, agile, and busty catgirl.
The nanites began to add onto him, his nails seeming to extend into the same blunt claws as Pawstruck, he could feel his tongue grow rough, all the better to pleasure the beauties he'd no doubt be finding at the costume party tonight. His ears began to reshape, taking on the elven points he'd requested. He felt a little too squeamish to get anything that would actually involve being reshaped, aside from the physique booster. So he'd gone with elven ears rather than feline. But Pawstruck seemed to be disappointed, a pout appearing on her perfect face.
"Oh come on, you know you want to be the perfect kitty..." she purred, toying with Kevin's pointed ears.
She was growling softly with each exhalation, a touch that Kevin thought was sexy, the half-beast girl unable to fully control her feral side while being pleasured, able to easily be reduced from a fully sentient she-cat to a yeowling sex-kitten in heat. He couldn't resist her, and to be honest he'd wanted the cat ears but was unable to overcome his nervousness and discomfort. He'd thought it would hurt. But it felt just like the muscle and bone alterations, gentle, warm, and kind of ticklish.
"There we are," Pawstruck purred, stroking her master's ears, caressing his growing hair. He'd wanted it to be nice and long, perfect, silky smooth, and flowing. Kind of like the elves in the Lord of the Rings movies, except with a more masculine look.
Kevin felt three more of the nanomatter canisters opening, flowing over him, into him. His body seemed done growing height wise now, and was more concerned with being filled out. His body was tall and willowy, like a basketball player, rather than a bodybuilder. But he was sure that was all about to change.
"Oh yeah, it's going to change so much!" Pawstruck cried, panting, "You're going to love it!"
Everything felt so good, so sensitive, so warm... even Pawstruck's tongue over his nipple felt wonderful. Her softly padded palms stroked and caressed his growing chest, making Kevin moan with delight. He could feel himself filling out in other areas as well, it felt heavenly.
Kevin cracked his eyes open, not relying on the projection of his form in his mind, he wanted to see it for himself. He looked down over his tawny furred form, admiring his six pack and his pectorals. Though they looked a bit big in comparison to the rest of his chest. Maybe the nanites were working on one muscle group at a time?
The bones in Kevin's face popped softly, reforming his features more towards ideal of human perfection. He cried out as a sudden sensation of pins and needles filled him, a new limb suddenly added to his senses. He moaned as his new tail swayed back and forth, fluffy and snow-leopard like. His new feline ears twitched at the sound he made. It sounded.... feminine?
Kevin opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, he could see that his butt and hips had grown thicker, mass seemingly pulled from his waist to fuel the change. His hands were slender, equally as girlish.
He shrieked, the sound completely and utterly feminine. He brought his hands to the growing breasts upon his anatomy, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, they were totally real, not an illusion or projection.
"Wh-what..." he stuttered, a familiar voice, but not his own, pouring sexily from his throat.
"You want to be me," Purred Pawstruck, "You've always wanted to be me."
Kevin fell off the couch, crawling on all fours away from the canisters of nanomatter, not wanting to have any further female alterations.
"That's not going to work. We have more than enough material to make you into me." She purred.
"I... I don't..." Kevin protested.
"Sweetie, you know you don't have any attachment to that silly, stick-thin thing you called a body until ninety seconds ago..."
Kevin's eyes widened, how was that possible? It seemed like almost an hour had passed since he'd put on the suit.
"Our introduction happened at the speed of thought," Pawstruck explained, "Elena's just put on her suit and had her alterations start as well. I took the liberty of pulling a few things from your own mind for Serpentess to suggest to her own, to see if our users fantasies are perfectly compatible."
"St-stop it!" Kevin begged, "I don't want to be you!"
Pawstruck laughed, "Of course not! You want just about everything, all the things you love about girls, all the bits you want to have fun with, to love, lick, stroke, pet, and caress. All of that will be available for you any time you want now. All you need to do to see the girl of your dreams is to look into the mirror."
The mental image of the tigress was sitting on Kevin's back, her tail curled around his cock, which was still growing.
"You don't want to be a girl, I know that. But at the same time you find it far more sexy to have two girls having fun together than a girl and a boy. You and I both know full well about all those delicious pics you have, just take the important bit of the boy and stick it on one of the girls. What are you complaining about? You get to keep all the important plumbing, never have to worry about periods, and you still get the big, bountiful, beautiful boobies that you've always wanted to get your hands on."
"No! I don't want to b-b-be..." Kevin protested, his body continuing to take on an increasingly feminine form even as his muscles continued to grow, but far slower than his tits. They surpassed those on the Pawstruck character model easily, in game she was supposed to be sexy, but not a blatantly obvious sex-beast, though most of the art he'd had done was of a far bustier version.
Kevin cried out as a mental barrier broke down in his mind, drowning him in a deluge of forgotten dreams, all of them of the wet sort, all the ones he could never remember, all of them featuring himself as Pawstruck, save for having a cock.
"I'm not!" Kevin whimpered, "I'm not! I'm not!"
"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Pawstruck purred, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know all the things you know, and all the things you lie to yourself about. This is turning you on more than any artist's impression of us could ever do. Our cock is a mess; we've been pouring out precum like a spigot just about since you put me on."
Kevin could feel the precum, thick, cool, and slick, it oozed down his shaft, over his balls, saturated his thighs, dripped down onto the floor in this, sticky gobs. He felt like crying, and he let the tears flow, trailing down golden furred cheeks.
"Sssh, just let it out. All that frustration, all that fear, all that shame that you've hidden away." Pawstruck said softly, running her fingers through Kevin's hair, "You've given me permission to do everything to fulfill your dreams and fantasies, now, let's slip those behavior mods into place."
"No! Stop!" Kevin begged, feeling the warm tickle flow into his brain.
He'd crawled into the hallway, almost to the bathroom, somehow hoping Elena could help him overcome the costume. He managed to get onto his knees, reaching up with one perfect hand to grasp the knob, when something caught his eye. It was his reflection, showing in the mirror at the end of the hallway.
He managed to get his legs beneath him for a few steps before crashing to his knees once more. He reached out and felt the glass; it was most definitely a mirror, not an illusion. His jade, slit-pupilled eyes staring in rapt fascination at his altered form, his every desire made real.
"Is... is that me?" he whispered.
"It's us." The suit replied, "Aren't we beautiful?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin said softly, head lowered in shame. But lowering his head made his gaze go from his reflection to his breasts; they were huge, perfectly, wonderful, they were the tits of some fertility goddess that had gotten into porn. They were almost like beachballs on her chest, but Kevin felt no discomfort from their weight. As a matter of fact they felt... good. Just by being there they gave him sort of a low, erotic thrill. And actually caressing them? Oh it was far more than a mere thrill.
Kevin couldn't help it, his lips parted in a half-growl, half-moan, his fingertips digging into the soft, sensitive flesh of one breast, the other hand wrapping around his thick cock. He watched as his body continued to change, his shaft and nipples becoming a deep, glistening black. His hair continued to grow out once again, from shoulder length to the shoulder blades, one step closer to the length that he needed to truly be Pawstruck. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact it would be a lot of fun.
No one at the Cavendish party would know that beneath the sexy, sultry, slutty female exterior was a short, underweight, shy, nerdy boy who had never been able to truly understand his own sexuality. It made him blush.
"There," Pawstruck purred, "Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel right?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin moaned, his shame, his fears, his self-loathing all being burned away by the fires of his... no, her lust.
"Do you want this to stop? Do you want to go back to being what you were?" the suit asked.
"...No..." Pawstruck whispered, in the flesh.
"Louder." The suit demanded.
She let out another growling moan, "N-no!" she said, louder this time.
Something moved behind Pawstruck and she spun to face the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight of Elena, fully suited up like herself. Covered head to toe in sleek, smooth, shiny blackness, only a few markings of red to break up the uniformity. A thick tail swayed behind her, and...
Pawstruck licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight; between Elena's legs was something she'd seen on a few images of the dickgirls she collected pics of, some furry thing she'd originally not been interested in. But the sight of the sexualized creatures with their strange, serpentine cocks had always stuck with her, and now he was staring at one in the flesh.
"I can turn off my programs, reverse everything." The suit teased, "I can let you go back to your normal life without granting you all the deliciously deviant fantasies you have inside you head..."
Pawstruck let out a cute little moan of pleasure as she imagined her lips wrapped around that sweet serpent-shaft, "No!" she whispered, loving every moment of being in her new body.
"No!" she repeated, for good measure.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" Elena purred, a hint of malice beneath her tone. She sounded more confident, in control, dominating than she usually did. That voice was enough to make Pawstruck lower her head, bowing in delightful submission.
She didn't want to make her mistress angry, didn't want to tell the truth about what happened, about her fantasies being made reality. So she lied, just a little lie, not even a lie.
"I-I was just goofing off!" she protested, trying to keep the smile from her face, "I was playing around with the interface on the site, to see what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this isn't what I ordered!"
Which was true, the snake-cock and her own alterations were the result of the mind-scanning beta mod, not a screwed up order.
"I didn't think I saved the settings for these!" she whimpered, a shiver of pleasure creeping through her.
Elena mulled over the explanation, her tongue, long, black, and forked flicking out into the air. Oh how Pawstruck wanted to suckle upon that tongue, to explore her mistress' mouth...
The shemale let out a soft cry as the serpent dug her talons into one plush breast, making the catgirl's body virtually light up with sexual pleasure. It was so intense she was lost in it, unable to make out her mistress' words for a few moments.
"...so you can have something to fantasize about as you run instanced missions." Serpentess finished.
"I-I just wanted to raid better!" Pawstruck protested, hoping against hope that she was a good enough actor for her mistress not to see through the white lie, Kevin made Pawstruck because he'd wanted to be her, and playing her in an online game had been as close as he could get, until now, "And see what I could do with ReNA's softw..."
The she-serpent twisted her grip, derailing Pawstruck's train of thought entirely. The suit made the last few changes, the catgirl's platinum tresses now ending just above her tail, her lips taking on the same sleek onyx coloration as her other sensual parts. Pawstruck shivered, her body complete.
There was a soft sound, almost like a hiss ever so slightly outside of Pawstruck's hearing, but somehow being heard nonetheless. She spotted the tensing of the serpent shaft, and covered her face instinctively. But he mistress' snake-cock wasn't interested in striking her, it seemed far more interested in taking the shemale catgirl's own length into itself, just as stretchy and flexible as a real serpent.
Pawstruck cried out, the sensation more intense than any of the few vagina analogue type toys she'd purchased and hidden away. It moved for one thing, tightening and rippling around her length, which was far bigger than it had been as Kevin, and far more sensitive. Pawstruck was literally made for fucking, and pleasuring others would always result in equal self-pleasure. But she was too overwhelmed with new sensations to move, to properly please her owner like she was supposed to.
The reptilian supervillainess dug her fingers into Pawstruck's hair, pulling it just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to cause lasting pain, just how she liked it. "Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you."
Pawstruck's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head further, as much to hide her smile as to show her submission. She felt guilty that she was paralyzed by her own pleasure, unable to fully use herself to satisfy the needs of her sweet Serpentess, she whimpered softly.
"You'll love it," Serpentess growled, "Your altered form is designed for it."
It was, more than she'd ever know.
"Say it for me," she demanded, "say that you're a good slutty sex kitten."
Pawstruck cried out with orgasmic bliss, not only as her member erupted into explosions of pleasure radically different than anything she'd felt as a human male, but also in sheer joy at having her innermost desires granted. She would get to be the being she'd always wanted to be, with a wonderful and perfect mistress to please and obey to command her.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, her shaft slurping up every drop of seed from her pet, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everyone!"
The shemale's fur fluffed in a blush, the very thought of it made her so very, very hot. She shivered at the very idea of being fucked in public, so wonderful and delicious... but she couldn't let her mistress know that. She'd done this before, playing the shameful, recently-tamed sex-slave in one of her stories. Of them all, it had been the one that had turned on Kevin the most.
"But the party!" she protested, despite herself she wanted to attend the Cavendish party, seduce some cute girls, and fuck them senseless.
"Say it!" the she-serpent growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears tightly.
"I... I..." she licked her lips, "I'm a slutty kitten," she said softly. Then her eyes went wide; she'd screwed it up! "Sex!" she added, "Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!"
It felt so very good to say those words, it made her purr as Serpentess withdrew her member, leaving a trail of glistening seed between the two. The sensation made Pawstruck gasp. She was meant to be able to go all night if her mistress desired, and as a result was still fully erect and ready to go. The sensation of the snake-cock pulling off of her own and the coolness of the air upon it was enough to make her eyes glaze over in bliss.
She happily nuzzled her mistress' midsection, her tongue slipping out. She rose, teasing her mistress' nipple, "Mmm.... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She repeated. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around her owner in a gentle hug.
"Yes, yes you are, my sweet." The she-snake said, stroking behind her pet's ears. Pawstruck's suit computer fed data to her mistress' own, making it appear that it was continuing to alter her mind, when there had long since been nothing remaining to alter.
"Fully activating her networking interface," Pawstruck's computer component said, letting the serpent have the same command control module that she did. It would allow her to spread her fantasies to other suit wearers, just as Pawstruck had to her own.
The she-serpent pulled away, leaving Pawstruck kneeling in place like a good little shemale sex-slave. She returned a moment later, with a collar and leash that Kevin's sister had left the last time she visited. The catgirl nearly orgasmed as it was fastened around her neck.
Pawstruck panted, moaning softly, her cock fully erect and ready to go. She eagerly followed her mistress into the bedroom. Serpentess opened Elena's closet, looking over a few items, she placed a hand on one, the nanites spreading over it, altering it.
"Her suit came with a different beta module installed, rather than our body boost, it is a fabrication module to create temporary items." The AI explained.
Serpentess grinned and looked over the garment, then back at Pawstruck, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle.
Pawstruck moaned at the very idea of it, and in an instant she was following he mistress' order. She had done this so many times in her dreams, it felt almost familiar as her shaft slipped between her two softly furred breasts, her lips parting to take it into her mouth, her textured tongue expertly working it over. It was so much better when it was happening for real...
"And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
It was nearly enough to make Pawstruck climax then and there. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was one of her mistress' own fantasies. To corrupt and seduce rich socialites and bring them under her thrall. The idea of them being suited sexpets was new, but to Elena's lusts the method didn't matter, only the result.
Pawstruck heard her mistress laugh wickedly with delight, loud and long, a proper villainous laugh. Mmm... that, however, was just enough to make her cum.
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It was already out of the ordinary for the two of them to wake up in an evolved form; while night-time transformations weren't unheard of, they were certainly not common, especially not ones that happened without waking the fortunate Pokémon up in the first place. Indeed, it was doubly confusing in their particular case, seeing as even a regular evolution would've been cause enough for the two Nidorans to wake up from both the strain and, to be honest, pleasure of it all… and this was most certainly not a regular evolution, at least not by any objective standards.
Both Jules and Kalie had been perfectly normal-sized beforehand, utterly indistinguishable from any others of their kind, the sort of people who would go entirely unnoticed in a big enough crowd even when they broke out their novelty t-shirts; while they couldn't say they were exactly happy with their size, at least when compared to the sort of people they usually looked up to when it came to growth goals, they both recognized that it would only be a matter of time until they achieved their dream proportions: since everyone grew somewhat when they evolved, it really was just a question of keeping up their training regimen and waiting for the lucky day to arrive so it could all be delivered in one glorious payload of expansive goodness.
Little did they know that they were seriously underestimating just how much of an effect their workout schedule would have on them… or perhaps they were simply lucky when it came to their gains, a trick of genetics that neither of them could've prepared for; this felt somewhat more likely than it should, owing especially to how oddly they had evolved into their Nidorino and Nidorina forms. Not that they could complain, seeing as they did achieve every single goal they had for themselves and then some, at least when it came down to raw size, volume and heft: Jules got to look in the mirror and see a version of himself that was more muscle than anything else, complete with neckbulk so vast that it almost encased his head completely and a pair of shoulders so broad that it looked as if he could hold up his entire home without much difficulty. This was to say nothing of what he had between his legs, nor how numerous it was; he expected to become a bit more blessed down there, but to wake up with two cocks and four nuts underneath them? To be so productive that the moment he touched one of his rods he had to rush to the bathtub just to keep the bathroom from flooding with his precum alone?
It was a testament to his weight that, despite the fact that he looked and felt like someone who'd been overdosing on steroids for several months straight, Jules still felt like he had trouble dragging his package behind him, not to mention the inherent logistical difficulties that came with having so much mass somewhere where he had to constantly move his legs, prompting him to sit down to try and figure out how he was supposed to move from there on out. This was a question that Kalie struggled with as well, though when it came to the Nidorina, it was less a matter of having one part of her be too large to fit anywhere and far more a question of her body in general being too thick to fit in just about any place designed for regular habitation.
Just like with her partner though, not a single ounce of her wanted to whine about it, seeing as it was exactly how she envisioned herself: a good ten feet tall, taller still than the Nidorino, her head practically scraping against the ceiling with each step she took, and yet somehow her height was still not the most impressive part about her. No, that honour had to go to her gargantuan pair of tits and her colossal dump truck of an ass, both of which were so egregiously oversized that she couldn't even leave the bedroom to check herself out in the same mirror that Jules did! Both sides of her boggled the mind, because while her tits had bloomed outwards until they covered almost her entire front, leaving only her paws and the smallest amount of leg directly above them visible, not to mention the frankly obscene amount of backboob that managed to be wider on each side of her torso than said torso was by itself, her ass was… distinctly bigger.
So big, in fact, that each cheek could probably compete with her full bust all by itself, handily explaining why it was that Jules woke up on top of Kalie and not the other way around; it was absurd and farcical, in a way, especially when the Nidorina giantess tried turning around to find a more comfortable position to be in and accidentally ended up flattening whatever remained of their bed, with her next attempt resulting in a large section of the bedroom wall crumbling after she lost her balance, tipped over, and only stopped once she was flat on her ass in the hallway outside.
She couldn't help but laugh, cackle really, as she came to understand that this was her life now, that she was "doomed" and "cursed" to have a body so unwieldy and impractical that she wouldn't be able to use buildings properly… though it did give her better half the perfect practice dummy when it came to using their new muscles, something that Jules was apparently very keen to get into once he rushed out of the bathroom after the crash and saw what happened. It felt like a switch was flipped in his head: the Nidorino's eyes glazed over, his entire body pulsated as he clenched his every muscle and forced them to bulk out further, and moments later the two lovers were holding one another as tightly as they physically could, with the ensuing marathon being so energetic and destructive that, by the time they were done and over with, once their new and substantial stamina reserves were fully depleted, there was very little of their house left… at least the bits that weren't absolutely necessary to keep the structure stable.
They should've stopped midway through wrecking their kitchen, or when they accidentally barrelled into their living room, or that one time that Jules did a stupid and tried lifting his mate without realizing just how outclassed he was, nearly plowing straight through the façade and into the outside world, but they didn't. How could they, when it was the best they'd ever felt in years? How could they ever stop, knowing that if they did, they would miss out on glorifying their new bodies? With their evolution having been so out of the ordinary, so massive, it was up in the air how they would react going forward; it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility that they would find themselves transforming yet again very soon, and if things progressed the way they did that day, then their house most likely wasn't going to stand for much longer.
Thus, it stood to reason that they had to make the most of it while they still could; not exactly the most logical of conclusions, when they should instead be very worried about why their forms bloated the way they did, but with both of their minds overloading on happy juice, it was hard to focus on anything other than the purest pursuit of pleasure… and with their home thoroughly destroyed all around them, whatever commitments were tying them down to a purely material existence had been conveniently taken care of, resulting in a pair of very free Pokémon who had nothing better to do than fuck all day.
The sole disappointment was that they didn't grow much more from all the strain; though occasionally Jules would bulk up slightly, it was never more than half an inch or so, and though Kalie was clearly lactating, she didn't produce enough that her tits swelled uncontrollably… yet, at least. Nevertheless, there was one thing they could be certain of: this new routine of theirs was bound to get them results; if their standard workout regimen had elevated them from common mundanity to the hallowed halls of hyper sizes, one could only imagine what the physical strain of engaging in the sort of debauchery they spent the whole day indulging in would do to them. And imagine it they did, as fantastically as they could, until they were both red in the face from the sheer thought of it all, never mind the physical strain their constant rutting was putting them through; it became a matter of getting to those dream sizes as quickly as possible, even if it meant forgoing the savouring of their current bodies, for if they could become better, then surely they would reach heights of pleasure never before thought of, let alone experienced.
The rest of the day thus went by in a haze, with neither of the two being aware of what time even was anymore; it felt as if the few things they had left to determine the passage of it had been robbed from them, though they couldn't say the end result was any worse off for it. Not needing to eat or drink (apart from the occasional mouthful of milk or spunk, obviously), requiring no rest or even so much as a breather in between their ministrations, all of it ensured that hours went by without Jules or Kalie being able to note them down; before they knew it, the sun had gone down what felt like moments after the two of them woke up, and though they didn't feel at all tired, both of them had an instinctive understanding that they had to sleep.
It was stronger than them, like a calling from somewhere in the back of their heads, where an ancient, eldritch power had just been awoken from its slumber, telling them to succumb, to give in, to hand their bodies over so they could be perfected; neither of them could put the thought into words, but they knew for a fact that, if they were to get any bigger, they had to go to sleep for the night, that their bodies might change when they weren't looking. It was part of the process of ascending towards divinity, in that their minds were still far too fragile to handle the kind of nigh-on obscene excess that would have to come with their new, deific forms; they needed time in order to process it, time which was better spent sleeping so their subconscious processes could go to work remodelling their thought patterns so as to be more amenable to the notion of godhood.
That they could even think about it in such terms was already progress, but there was still much to be done; as the Nidorino and Nidorina couple cleared out some room for them to sleep on, relying entirely on the latter's immense self to serve as a bed for the two, they exchanged one final look, one final kiss, before allowing their eyes to close. Almost instantly afterwards, they fell asleep, their proverbial power cords unplugged for the night; and, just as quickly, they woke back up, feeling refreshed, restored, and ready to take on the new day with the same kind of energy that had blessed the one before. So eager were they to get started that it took them a few seconds to realize that the sun was shining directly on them… and not through their living room windows either.
As consciousness returned in earnest and the couple woke up properly, they bore witness to a scene of architectural carnage, the site of a murder really, where a poor house had been slaughtered and rendered to its base components: their house, their home, which was now nothing more than a wide, circular agglomeration of rubble that had been pushed outwards from where it once stood by way of the Nidorina's… no, Nidoqueen's body. It was clear as day, the two of them had evolved again; just like the night before, their time asleep had served as an incubation period for their new forms to develop, eight hours where their bodies were grown outwards in order to better fit their new status as the nascent gods of that world, and once again, it was Kalie who came out on top, at least in terms of raw mass and volume.
Certainly, Jules wouldn't be so brash as to claim that he'd gotten the shorter end of the stick, not when the Nidoking's body was something beyond muscular, bulky enough on its own that it would've cleared straight through most of the couple's home even if he didn't have his goddess-consort by his side. He hadn't changed much in terms of proportions: it was still the same muscle distribution as his Nidorino self, just vastly bigger and so dense that it felt as if he was made out of solid steel as opposed to anything organic; he did receive a significant boost to the package he was carrying between his legs though, what with his cocks doubling up in size and splitting into two each, granting him a quad of rods that were each easily long enough to beat him for height even while flaccid, their thickness so absurdly exaggerated that he could hug them like a body pillow and still be unable to reach all the way to the other side.
The same could be said for his now-eight nuts, which, were it not for Kalie underneath him, would've been perfect as a throne upon which he could sit rather comfortably… if liable to cause quite a bit of flooding from the pressure, seeing as those things were so stuffed that any attempt at touching them warranted a veritable deluge of spunk to pour out from his hyperreactive dicks. All in all, a fifteen-foot-tall behemoth fully capable of tearing through anything placed in front of him, and one that yet paled in comparison to the gorgeous giantess he was lying on top of.
To say that Kalie's latest evolution had truly blessed her would, perhaps, be the first step towards reaching an approximation of the truth, for there were no words that could express how perfect, how sublime, how magnificent her form had become; in purely objective terms, if one was keen on ignoring the aura of radiance that bent and twisted the minds of any who dared look at her, one could perhaps describe her as being roughly fifty feet from head to toe, possessed of a grant total of three rows of breasts, all of which were firmly stuffed and lactating from the apparent pressure of it all, each milk factory on its own being colossal enough to completely obscure the entirety of the Nidoqueen's body, leaving her very much stuck underneath her own weight and heft after spending an entire night sleeping on her back… or it would, had her lower body also not been improved upon, giving her just enough strength to heave herself back onto something resembling a sitting position; of course, this did require each of her cheeks being about as big as her entire set of racks put together, as well as a pair of thighs that somehow outsized the ass they were attached to, but ultimately, it all worked together perfectly, and that was what mattered.
Despite the obvious boost in size, Jules looked like a tiny speck, an insignificant pretender next to the mind-warping goddess he had the privilege of calling his mate, his lover; and yet, despite this, he didn't see the sudden size difference as anything other than a challenge to be overcome, especially now that he had his muscular power boosted to such a ludicrous degree that he could probably even lift one of those tits! Bigger than he was, certainly heavier as well, but the moment he tried fighting back against gravity, it soon became apparent that this was inadvisable at best; it counted as stimulation, or at least Kalie's body understood it that way, prompting those gargantuan milkers to start churning away, producing ever-increasing quantities of sweet cream with which to flood her environs. Even the lightest touch, the smallest attempt at lifting a single mound, was enough to cause a ten-minute-long roaring rampage of lactic production, one which left the neighborhood coated in a thick layer of white, and each of the Nidoqueen's busts nearly twice their already titanic size, purely from how bloated they became!
That this was but a single action didn't escape either of the two budding giants, nor did the opportunities that came with such a realization slip away unnoticed; it was clear that whatever had happened, them reaching their final forms had unlocked something in their bodies' ability to grow and adapt further, almost like a treat from their own biology, letting them know that they were free to do whatever they wanted and wouldn't have to worry about anything else ever again. And to think, all of this had come purely from following a simple workout regimen and exercising the slightest amount of patience; truly, it was their commitment to the cause that had blessed them… which could only mean that they still weren't done.
They did not, after all, feel like they were done. Not even when Jules threw himself at his mate and the two of them experienced a growth spurt that left their neighborhood flattened underneath their two bulging forms (though mostly Kulie's, to be fair), certainly not when the very rate of growth of each of the Nidoqueen's explosive breastflesh surges was such that it created supersonic shockwaves. No, this was clearly just the start, and the two of them still had a way to go before they were anywhere near done.
After all, it had only been two days.
Who was to say they wouldn't evolve again after having a rest?
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Dragon Becoming
Traz moaned softly in his sleep, he instinctively curled up and reached for a blanket that wasn't there to fend off the imaginary chill that he felt. It was imaginary for he dripped with sweat in the tower's heat.
As remote and isolated as the tower was in the northern tundra, it should have been cold. Traz should long since have frozen to death. He almost had. The young elf opened his eyes suddenly, sitting up and gasping in terror. He awoke from his dreaming nightmare into the waking one that had become his life.
He had been foolish, adventuring as far north as he had. His people had spoken often of the Tower of Dessarra, and of the cult the resided within. The northern forests and wastes were said to swarm with dragons and the twisted monstrosities that the Devoted of Dessarra created in their goddess' image.
Whoever ventured into the range of the dragon's flight was ripe for the picking. Few bothered them, as far from any kingdoms of power as they could be. An army to fight them would find no food and no shelter from the cold and the hellish snowstorms that appeared without warning.
On occasion bands of dragonkin ventured south, raping and pillaging as they went. Nests of the creatures dwelt in the evergreen forests, their caves and tunnels filled with a small portion of the riches that the Devoted had stolen over the centuries.
It was these tales that had lead Traz in search of such a den. He did not expect to have a full sized dragon swoop down and snatch him up off his mount while he was miles from the nearest nest that he knew of.
The terror of being at the mercy of a creature hundreds of times his size, clutched tightly in talons with claws almost as large as his own body, several thousand feet up in the air had made Traz pass out. He had awoken much as he just had, placed in a room that seemed equal parts stable and cell block.
The tower, or at least the parts of it Traz had been in, were swelteringly hot. He hadn't stopped sweating since he arrived. Thankfully there was a continuous supply of water. Each stall was separated from the other by a wall of iron mesh, but at the rear wall between the two cells had a small basin between the two. Water continuously poured into it in a narrow stream from a fountainhead shaped like the face of a dragon. It flowed over the sides and into a narrow depression along the rear wall, until it poured into the privy hole.
Traz scooped up some water in his cup hands and splashed his face, the cool water a sweet relief on his skin as it trickled over his almost naked form. The dragonkin had tossed him in his cell, the only scrap of clothing a loincloth that they'd placed atop a stool, along with his bread and broth for his first meal.
His lunch was waiting for him on the floor just inside his cell. The small tray was narrow enough to be pushed between the gaps in the iron strip lattice. He'd never heard of a prison that offered three meals a day. And it wasn't moldy bread and water that had a piece of chicken dipped in it either. It was quite tasty, and bread and soup were only what was offered for lunch. Dinner so far had been a portion of meat, vegetables, and usually bread and butter, or some sort of potato preparation.
Having such luxurious meals was crueler that just giving him something that had been scrapped off whatever had gone bad and tossed in a bowl. Imprisoned, one was essentially ignored. But in this place? The Devotees paid him far, far too much attention. Usually it involved pouring various potions down his throat twice a day. They'd had to bind him to a table, gag him, and run a tube down his throat at first.
Now Traz drank them without resistance. He just wore himself out by struggling and trying to resist. He was no match for a half dozen dragonkin twice his weight. His struggling amused them, all hard scales and muscle; his strikes didn't phase them in the slightest, and only served to hurt his hands.
It was maddening. They didn't torture him, they didn't feed him rubbish, they treated him pleasantly and politely. If it weren't for the whole abduction, experimentation, and the whole being locked in a cell thing, Traz would have actually LIKED his captors. He was given books to read when he asked for them, he was taken out of his cell twice a day for exercise, and had the opportunity to bath after his second exercise period, just before bed.
The straw was fresh, and replaced once every few days. One of his guards had apologized about the straw, the place was so humid that mattresses got moldy or mildewed or something very quickly. They were being so damned nice to him, it was incredibly frustrating. He'd been trying to put together an escape plan, but so far he hadn't even seen a window.
Traz walked over to the front of his cell, bending down to pick up his lunch, and stopped short as he looked at his hands. Things were... wrong. His elfin body already slim and graceful, his hand's shape had become even more so. His nails had darkened, and seemed in the process of being drawn into his fingers while growing longer, thicker, and thinner; the beginnings of draconic claws.
The elf sighed; the slight lavender hue of his skin didn't help matters in the slightest. He knew what often happened here, where all thinking creatures the Devotees could lay their scaly mitts on were transformed into the various species of dragonkin. He had hoped to get away before they could manage to do something to him.
He picked up his soup bowl and gulped it down; having slept through breakfast he was famished. The bread quickly followed it. The elf sighed again and returned to the bed of straw, flopping down into it.
The rough, scratchy straw had bothered him at first, but now it felt quite comfortable. Traz now knew why, his skin was in the process of transforming into draconic scales; no doubt it had grown tougher the past few days.
A look down at his feet confirmed that the same changes had taken place, his entire body ached slightly, and everything looked just a little bit off. He closed his eyes, his mind wandering, reminiscing of places he wished he could be now, of past amusements far removed.
He smiled and remembered the one love of his life, the half-orc warrior, Nirack, he had shared a few adventures with. Larger and stronger than he as most of her race, she was in fact quite fair and beautiful, even by the lofty standards of elves. Ancient enemies had lain together many times. She had, sadly, been lost at sea. A sea dragon had dragged the ship down beneath the waves. Traz had mourned her loss for a year, taking no other woman out of respect for her memory.
He did not dwell on her death, but instead fondly remembered the portion of her short life that she had shared with him. The press of her muscled, powerful body against his; heavy, thick, beautiful in a way no elfin woman could ever be.
The elf's arousal stirred beneath his loincloth as his mind grew wrapped in a muzzy fog, consciousness and reason detached. It was like a dream, his body responding in a way that left him an observer in his own skin.
Traz began to slowly stroke himself as he heard his cell door open, a scrap of claws on bare stone as a dragonkin stepped in, leading a quadrupedal beast on a leash. The guard stooped and detached the creature's leach from its collar, and then closed the door again.
The elf didn't mind sharing a cell, and the dragon didn't look at that dangerous. It was a smaller, wingless variety; a drake. Its forked tongue snaked from its mouth, tasting the scents of the air. Its silver eye fixed on Traz and approached him slowly.
The drake purred, nuzzling the elf, giving him a few affectionate licks on the neck and belly, its head dipping beneath the elf's loincloth. Traz chuckled softly and removed the bit of cloth, allowing the drake to do as it pleased. He was horny, and if the creature wanted to have a bit of fun with him, then so be it.
Traz lay back and stopped his stroking, curious as to what the drake wished to do. It licked tentatively at his member, tongue slick with saliva. It opened its mouth, taking the member into its toothsome maw. It wasn't aggressive, and was rather gentle, well aware of its fearsome fangs.
It lay in the straw at the elf's feet, head between his legs, licking and slurping like a pro. Traz moaned and reached down, gripping the beast's head so he could more easily thrust into its skilled mouth. The creature had positioned itself so that each thrust ran the head of his cock over the ridges at the top of its mouth, resulting in a delightful sensation.
Horny as hell and disconnected from any sort of sexual inhibition, Traz let the creature pleasure him. At this moment the only thing on his mind was his own pleasure, the impending release that he knew was coming. The beast was good, pent up need and spiked soup combined with the creature's skill and soon had Traz pumping his seed down the creature's throat.
The sensation was strange, as if some tap inside him had been turned on and something began to leave him with every thrust, leaving a void where the substance was now absent. Traz was sated, and felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep. But the creature nuzzled at his side; its muzzle trying to get underneath him.
Traz figured it wanted to lie next to him, so he rolled over onto his belly. The creature lay down atop him and the elf made no effort to stop it; the creature's warm, smooth scales felt wonderful on the skin of his bare back.
Something wet, hot, hard, and slimy rubbed against the elf's thighs. He thought nothing of it and spread his legs to give the dragon more room so it would stop poking him. He gasped as the dragon's cock slid into him. He hadn't been expecting that. He didn't struggle or resist. After all, the drake had given him pleasure, so why not let it feel the same in return. It wasn't as if it was hurting him. In fact it felt kind of good.
In fact, it felt very good. Better than having his cock sucked, as a matter of fact. Traz pushed back against the creature, his sleepiness fading, his desire rising once again. The drake's member was longer than his own, but about the same thickness. It penetrated deep into him, scratching a sexual itch that Traz hadn't known he'd had until that point.
The dragon had no trouble thrusting into him, its member seeming to secrete enough precum to keep the thrusting in and out smooth and easy for the both of them. The dragon's member didn't catch on anything, nor did Traz suffer any discomfort.
So much pre that Traz felt it drip from him. There was not going to be any sort of mess. Either the diet he was on, or the potions that had been given to him, had made it so that defecation was extraordinarily clean and resulted in solid pellets. Traz had thought it weird, but could now see the utility in such a thing. Anal sex was now a clean and pleasurable act.
The elf moaned, long and loud, as the dragon's hot seed pumped into him. The strange emptiness that had appeared was filled quickly. An equally hot pleasure bloomed deep inside of Traz as he climaxed in an unfamiliar way, and a familiar way as well; the leaked pre and his own seed making a sticky mess in the straw.
The drake nuzzled his neck, shaft buried in Traz until the elf milked every last drop of seed from him, and beyond, apparently not wanting a single drop to escape. The elf murmured in sleepy protest as the drake withdrew.
He had fallen asleep by the damn the dragonkin guard came back to collect the drake, its duty done for the day. Traz moaned in his sleep, dreaming of dragons in a more pleasant light rather than the terror that had gripped his previous dreams.
Much as it had over the previous night, Traz' body changed every so slightly as he slept. The heat was no longer stifling but quite comfortable, lavender skin slowly losing its slick sheen of sweat.
The guard chuckled as she led the drake back to its pen. The little elf had a momentous day ahead of him, though 'her' would soon be more appropriate.
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